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You have to admit, you might be a bit drunk. It’s the annual Turks’ night out, the night when even Tseng comes out for some drinks (much to Reno’s delight), and the open bar thanks to the VP’s generosity (well, his petty use of his father’s bank account in order to spite him if you’re being honest) has proven to be just too tempting. You’re on the tequila shots now with Reno and Rude, Tseng watching on with an amused look on his face. He’s clearly buzzed, but he never lets himself go beyond that so instead is sitting and observing, cocktail in hand as he watches you down shot after shot.
“Aww c’mon boss, s’more fun if ya joined in,” Reno slurs with a lazy grin on his face that makes you giggle.
“Yeahhh c’mon boss,” you add, grinning in your drunken haze. Tseng just shakes his head in amusement, and you and Reno groan in unison before picking up another shot each along with the salt and lime.
Rude, who always holds his alcohol better than you and Reno and who has also had significantly less than you two, just chuckles, a smile gracing his usually stoic features as he effortlessly downs his fourth tequila shot - the way he sways slightly on his stool is the only thing giving away how inebriated he actually is.
“Borin’ ain’t he?” Reno says, leaning in and murmuring the words in your ear so only you can hear. You fail to stop your eyelids fluttering as your heart starts to race at his proximity,
“Always is,” you smirk, managing to answer him.
“Good thing I got you then ain’ it, princess?” Reno practically purrs.
“Guess it is,” you grin, relishing in the soft noise he makes as you lean your head on his shoulder. You’ve admittedly had feelings for your friend and colleague for years, but you’re never usually this forward. Having said that, you’re not sure you’ve ever been quite this drunk around him before either. Whatever effect the alcohol is having on you, it’s clearly having a similar effect on Reno, who draws a contented sigh from you as he reaches up to run his fingers through your hair. Your moment is interrupted by movement from the corner of your eye as Tseng stands up and, unbeknownst to you and your red-haired pillow, flashes Rude a knowing look,
“Well, I think I’m going to head off. I don’t want to be out all night.”
“Aww boss, ya can’t call it a night yet! S’only jus’ gettin’ started,” Reno protests with a whine that you back up with your best pout and puppy dog eyes. The redhead turns to Rude, “You’re stayin’ out ain"tcha?”
“Thinkin’ I’ll head off too,” he admits, causing you and Reno to protest yet again, “You two gonna be alright by yourselves?”
“‘Course we are,” you say, flashing Rude a half-lidded grin as you flop your head back onto Reno’s shoulder, almost knocking him off balance.
“Damn straight, she got me,” Reno smirks, tightening his grip around your shoulders, “S’all good.”
“If you say so,” Rude hums, raising an eyebrow at Reno in some sort of telepathic communication that leaves you clueless but causes Reno’s breath to catch in his throat, “Enjoy the rest of the night.”
With that, Rude and Tseng head out, leaving you alone with Reno,
“Least I get ya all to myself now,” he smirks, and you giggle, “Oh yeah ya like that too huh?” he purrs as you readjust so you’re facing him.
“Maybe,” you say playfully, poking his cheek as you aim for his nose and miss, drawing a snort from him.
“Ooh feelin’ alright there babe? Think ya might be a little drunk.”
“You’re one to talk,” you grin, heart racing at the nickname as you tilt your head towards the pile of empty shot glasses next to him that give away just how much he’s had.
“I’m fiiine,” he grins, but almost loses his balance and has to use the table for support as he stands up, swaying, “C’mon princess, how about we find ourselves a booth instead a’ these stools?”
Your drunken brain very much likes the sound of that, and you stand up, pausing for a moment to lean on the table while the room stops inconsiderately spinning around you, before wrapping an arm around Reno, who slings his lazily around your shoulders. Together, you manage to stumble over to one of the free booths and sit on the same side of the table as Reno manages to feign being sober enough to order a couple more drinks from the waiter without being cut off - a Mako Nights cocktail for you and a double bourbon on the rocks for him. Even when the drinks arrive he still doesn’t take his arm from around you, and with all your inhibitions gone you can’t help but stare unabashedly at your partner and friend. Even as drunk as this, his turquoise eyes sparkle in the dim lights of the bar, and you feel a rush of adrenaline every time he looks at you. The two red tattoos below his eyes accentuate his sharp cheekbones, and his bright red hair perfectly frames his face. Speaking of his hair, you’re hit with a sudden urge to tug on his ponytail, which you do without a second thought, only for your heart to almost stop at the moan that escapes him at the action. Almost immediately, he leans into you, his face so close that you can feel his warm breath against your lips,
“You’re playing a dangerous game there, princess,” he murmurs, his eyes half-lidded from booze and, now, lust. It takes your inebriated brain a few seconds to catch up with what’s happening, but as you finally get up to speed you feel a rush shoot through you, pooling between your legs,
“Oh yeah? Maybe it’s a game I wanna play~,” you smirk, and you see him shiver as you give him your best bedroom eyes.
“Is that so…?” he hums, almost thoughtfully, moving a hand to cup your cheek as his expression softens. He seems almost vulnerable as he takes a deep breath before continuing, his turquoise eyes never moving away from your own, “I might hate myself for sayin’ this tomorrow, but thing is sweetheart, I really like ya and wanna make sure we’re on the same page before we do this. For me, s’ain’t just a drunken hookup to forget the next day. You’re way too special for that shit. I jus’ needed the booze to be able to tell ya how I feel.”
You can feel your heart racing at his words, as your fuzzy brain tries to keep up with the fact that Reno likes you. You’re still trying to find the words to respond and tell him you feel the same way when Reno notices the dark blush spreading across your cheeks, even in the dim light of the bar,
“So ya do feel the same way,” he smirks, and you cover your face slightly as you nod, your blush getting impossibly deeper as your heart feels like it’s about to burst out of your chest.
“Aww, don’t be gettin’ all shy on me now, princess,” Reno teases, taking your hand in his and moving it away from your face, his eyes darkening as he looks you up and down, “Gotta say, you look fuckin’ stunning tonight sweetheart.”
You bite your lip at the compliment, your breathing growing slightly heavier under the weight of his gaze as Reno leans in again,
“Says you,” you murmur, lifting a hand to run it across his exposed chest, and you relish in the way his eyes flicker shut at your touch,
“Oh fuuck,” he breathes, and his tone sends a jolt of arousal through you, before he regains his composure enough to cup your cheek and trace his thumb across your lower lip, “I know we’re pissed, but I really wanna get a taste of that pretty little mouth of yours right now…”
“What’s stopping you?” you whisper, your voice barely audible as he leans in closer, his nose brushing against yours as his lips stop just millimetres from your own.
“Good fuckin’ point,” he says huskily, before crashing his lips against yours.
The kiss is clumsy, sloppy, and it’s clear how much both of you have had to drink, but it’s also fucking incredible. You wrap your arms around Reno and pull him against you so you both fall back onto the long seat of the booth, daring to pull his ponytail as you do so. He practically growls at this and immediately deepens the kiss, pinning you against the seat beneath him in the best possible way and slipping his tongue into your mouth as you eagerly welcome him in. Suddenly, he grinds his hips against yours, and you can’t stop the moan that escapes your lips as you feel his arousal pressing against you,
“Reno,” you gasp, breaking the kiss as you tilt your head back in pure bliss, and he takes the opportunity to run a trail of kisses down your neck. You shiver as he finds a particularly sensitive spot, and he immediately notices and nibbles gently before sucking. Hard. It’s definitely going to leave a mark, but right now it feels so good that you don’t care, and you reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair in an attempt to find something to hold on to. This causes him to inhale sharply; he stops his ministrations on your neck and immediately moves up to capture your lips with his once more. It’s bliss; Reno is absolutely intoxicating, more than any of the alcohol you’ve had tonight, and you just can’t get enough.
You’re not sure how long you kiss for, but eventually you break apart just as things were going to get even more heated. You stare at each other breathlessly as you both try to process what’s just happened, and suddenly Reno lifts you up and puts you on his lap, pulling you into a tight embrace,
“I really, really fuckin’ like ya,” he murmurs as he nuzzled into your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
“I really, really like you too,” you admit, taking in his scent and just enjoying having his arms around you like this. He’s still half hard, but even in your drunken state you know you want to wait until you’re sober to take anything further - like Reno said earlier you don’t want this to be a one-time fling. He sighs happily at your words and his arms squeeze you tightly, as if he can’t get enough of actually being able to hold you like this. At least, you definitely hope that’s what it is.
“Say, babe?” Reno begins, sounding slightly nervous.
“Mhm?” you ask, still too blissed out in his embrace to worry about his tone.
“Didja wanna stay at mine tonight? I won’t try nothin’ I swear, I just… want more of this.”
You feel butterflies in your stomach at the suggestion; even if it’s for nothing more than cuddles, the idea of going home with Reno fills you with a nervous excitement that seems almost overwhelming, but you know there’s only one answer you could possibly give,
“Yeah, I’d like that,” you admit with a small smile, one that widens when you see Reno’s excited grin,
“I was hopin’ ya’d say that,” he says, his eyes shining, “I’ll call us a cab.”
The cab ride to Reno’s place is filled with more cuddles and kisses, although none as heated as in the club, and by the time you pull up outside Reno’s apartment block your head feels a little less fuzzy than in the bar. Having said that, you and Reno still cling onto each other for support as you half-walk, half-stagger up the stairs into the building’s lobby,
“So… I live on the 9th floor,” Reno says. You glance at each other, glance at the two options before you, and immediately make a wordless decision to take the elevator rather than the stairs. As soon as the doors close, you feel Reno’s eyes on you, and you immediately spin round and pin him against the side of the elevator, capturing his lips with yours. He groans in surprise then eagerly kisses back, one hand cupping your cheek as the other finds the small of your back. Now out of the bar, this all seems so much more real, and the excitement that realisation fills you with is enough to make your head spin. All too soon, you reach the 9th floor, and you cling onto each other for mutual support again as you make your way to Reno’s apartment.
You admittedly don’t pay much attention to Reno’s apartment - you can’t take your eyes off the redhead as you’re still trying to process that this is real and actually happening. He stays true to his word, and as much as you’d have loved him to continue from where you left off in the elevator and pin you up against the door of his apartment as soon as the world was shut out for the night, you know it’s for the best. You stop by the kitchen and Reno pours you a glass of water each, followed by another one after you both gulp the first down, and then his arm wraps around you again, settling on your hip as he guides you through to the bedroom. The water helped, and you’re definitely feeling a little more steady on your feet now, but Reno can’t seem to keep his hands off you and you’re not about to complain or stop him as you’re doing exactly the same to him - arm wrapped around his waist and hand settled neatly just above his hip bone. You fight not to swoon as you feel his muscles flexing with every step; although you’re also a Turk you always find yourself in awe of just how much power is in his lithe body.
As you head into the bedroom, Reno finally releases you from his embrace,
“Well, this is me,” he says, his words a little less slurred now you’ve both had time to sober up a bit - although you’re both still clearly drunk, the two drinks Reno had ordered at the booth had laid untouched on the table as you were thoroughly distracted by each other, and you’ve now had a fair bit of time since your last drink, “As good as you look in that dress, did ya wanna borrow some clothes for tonight?”
“Please,” you say gratefully, your heart racing as he hands you one of his t-shirts. It’s oversized even for him, and you can tell it’ll be almost like a dress on you - perfect.
“The bathroom’s through that door there,” he says, gesturing to a door just off to the right, “Lemme know if ya need anything else okay?”
“Thank you, Reno,” you smile, and still fuelled by the alcohol you decide to be daring, walking up to him and placing a kiss on his cheek before heading to the bathroom; you look back once to see his stunned and blushing face and find yourself relishing in this new-found power to make the usually unflappable Reno flustered.
Once you"ve changed, you head back out into the bedroom to see Reno also changed into some pyjamas while you were in the bathroom. He smiles at you as you come out, walking up to you and pulling you closer with his hands on your hips,
“Well don’t you just look fuckin’ beautiful in my shirt,” he murmurs. His tone combined with the look on his face sends a shiver down your spine, and you let out an involuntary little “fuck” before you can stop it. He smirks at this, before his face softens and he kisses your forehead,
“I just gotta sort my hair. Don’t be gettin’ cold while ya wait for me, my bed’s all yours.”
You blush yet again at this, but nod gratefully,
“Thank you,” you smile, leaning into his chest for a moment. He’s just there and you apparently can now, so why not, right? Your smile widens when you hear his heart beating just as quickly as yours right now - he might be good at hiding how nervous and excited he is, but there’s no hiding a heartbeat, and the thought that you’re the one having this effect on him is just incredible. After a few moments you let him go, reluctantly releasing him from your embrace so he can head through to the bathroom, and go to get into Reno’s bed. You’re still not quite sure how this night is real.
The bed’s warm and cozy, and his sheets smell like fresh laundry and a hint of his cologne - these are clearly pretty fresh on. Still, the faint scent of his cologne makes it feel as if you’re snuggling into him, and your stomach does a flip at the realisation that that’s exactly what you’re going to be doing in a matter of minutes. Right on cue, Reno emerges from the bathroom his long red hair now flowing freely around his shoulders in a way that makes you swoon, and heads over to the bed, slipping under the covers with you,
“Oh hey there,” he smirks as he glances across at you, a light blush on his cheeks.
“Hey,” you reply shyly, suddenly feeling bashful.
“Aw, you’re cute when you go all shy but you don’t gotta be shy with me,” Reno chuckles, before holding his arm out in way of invitation, “C’mere sweetheart.”
You don’t need to be asked twice, and you shuffle your way across to the redhead, snuggling into his side as he wraps his arm around you and kisses your forehead. Right now, your whole world is just Reno - his strong body that you’re tucked snugly against, his arm wrapped around you, his scent practically enveloping you now he’s here with you. You lay your head on his chest and listen to his racing heart slowly calm down along with yours as you settle into one another. After a while of comfortable silence, Reno finally speaks up,
“Didn’t think my night’d be ending like this,” he murmurs quietly.
“Neither did I,” you admit, matching his volume so you don’t break the tranquility in the room right now, an unusual yet welcome thing in the life of a Turk, “But I’m glad it is.”
“Me too sweetheart,” Reno says, and you can practically hear his smile as he gently tilts your head up and captures your lips in a kiss that’s so gentle and caring it gives you butterflies, “Me too.”
You can tell from his tone that he’s getting tired now, and admittedly you’re the same; being in the comfort of Reno’s warm embrace really isn’t helping matters as you feel your eyelids growing heavier. Soon, you notice Reno’s breathing deepen, followed by the sound of him snoring softly, and you smile to yourself as you fall asleep in the arms of the man you’ve dreamt about doing this with for so long.
You wake up the next morning to a thumping headache, and let out a soft groan as you try to roll over and check the time. Only… for some reason you can’t really move. Panic fills you for a second before your heart starts racing for an entirely different reason as you remember everything that happened last night. You smile to yourself as you look at Reno’s sleeping figure, still completely out with his face nuzzled into your shoulder and his arm draped across your stomach. He looks so peaceful like this, all of the tension and sharpness gone from his expression as he sleeps, his mouth slightly open and soft snores escaping his lips. Your heart swells at the sight, but just as you’re about to settle down next to him again and try to sleep off this awful hangover he stirs, grimacing and letting out a loud groan as his hangover hits him too,
“Ah fuck,” he grumbles, before tensing slightly as he seems to realise you’re next to him. You feel yourself tensing up too, suddenly worried that everything he said last night was thanks to the alcohol and that he’s going to take it all back now he’s sober and kick you out, but your worries are soon dissipated by the half-grin, half-smirk he flashes you,
“Mornin’ babe,” he says innocently, voice still husky with sleep. His eyes shine with a combination of mischief and… something as he meets your gaze, and your feel yourself blush,
“Morning,” you murmur, unable to keep the smile off your face. Reno seems to be afflicted with the same issue, as the corners of his lips turn up into a wide and genuine smile as he looks at you. However, you know that without the alcohol, Reno is likely bricking it behind that smile. He’s not the best at emotional vulnerability thanks to some experiences in his past, and although you’re not exactly well-versed in healthily discussing what you’re feeling you know that you need to talk about what last night meant and if, now the haze of alcohol and excitement of being left alone has cleared, you’re both still serious about this. Looking at Reno like this, his hair slightly messy, turquoise eyes still bleary having just woken up, a surprisingly soft smile on his face as if you’ve caught him before he’s had the chance to put his walls up, you know you’re absolutely still serious about it, but you need to find out if Reno feels the same way,
“So…,” you begin, only to chuckle as Reno says exactly the same thing at the same time as you. He grins too, and you both move so you’re sitting next to each other with your backs against the headboard. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, but just as you’re about to ask Reno where you stand he takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers,
“I meant what I said last night,” he murmurs, his beautiful, piercing eyes meeting yours and not looking away as his grin melts into the most openly genuine expression you’ve ever seen on his face. Your heart races as you realise he’s letting himself be vulnerable around you, putting his cards on the table and waiting for your next move. You smile, gently squeezing his hand in reassurance as you realise those walls of his aren’t going up any time soon - last night they got battered down thanks to the alcohol, and he seems to have decided to keep things that way, at least where you’re concerned. You’re grateful for it, and it makes you realise just how much he wants this. You know being emotionally vulnerable like this is hard for the redhead, and it warms your heart to know that not only does he want this enough to be able to be open like this, he also trusts you enough to completely let his walls down around you,
“I meant what I said too,” you smile, and being honest about this is the easiest decision you’ve ever had to make.
Reno’s eyes light up at your admission, before his usual smirk returns, although there’s still a softness to his gaze that’s giving you butterflies as he gently cups your cheek and leans in until your noses are almost touching,
“Well, princess, since we’re on the same page, I’m guessing you won’t mind if I do this…”
And with that, his lips are on yours once more, and you let out a contented sigh as you run one hand through his hair and gently trace down his chest with your other, drawing a soft moan from him that gives you goosebumps. He immediately deepens the kiss and, without breaking apart, he manoeuvres you both so you’re sat on his lap. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer until your bodies are practically pressed together, letting out a gasp as, just like last night, you feel his arousal pushing against you. You hear Reno chuckle into the kiss as he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, making your head spin. Unlike the sloppiness of your drunken kiss last night, Reno is now skilfully hitting all the right spots, both with his mouth and with his hands that caress your body, and it’s almost overwhelming. You’ve never had a kiss like this, and you can’t get enough; judging from the soft sighs and moans coming from Reno, he seems to be in the same boat too.
You’re not sure how long you kiss for, but all too soon you have to break apart for air. You sit there in awe, breathing heavily as you try to get your breath back, only for it to be taken from you again as you look at Reno. His usually pale cheeks are flushed, his hair even wilder than usual and his lips slightly swollen from the kiss. He’s clearly still breathless too, and his spellbinding eyes are glazed with lust, pupils blown as he stares at you in what can only be described as awe,
“Holy shit, sweetheart,” he breathes, “I- fuck.”
You can’t help but giggle at this as Reno puts together about as coherent a sentence as you’d be capable of right now. Although your head is still sore thanks to your hangover, it’s spinning for an entirely different reason now as you feel completely swept away by everything that’s happened over the last day or so. You find yourself unable to do anything but smile like an idiot at him, and his smirk returns as he notices the look on your face,
“It’s rude to stare, princess,” he teases, but there’s no venom to what he’s saying. Instead, his eyes are sparkling as he looks at you, and he seems to think for a moment before taking your hand in his,
“So… after work tonight. How about a date?” he asks, and although his grin never falters you can tell from the way his voice shakes ever-so-slightly that he’s nervous. For absolutely no reason, of course, as you know your answer in a heartbeat,
“Absolutely,” you smile, leaning in for yet another kiss as he smiles against your lips and wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as if after waiting so long he can’t get enough of you, just like you can’t get enough of him. Yeah, you could get used to this.
******
Later that morning, you and Reno walk into the Turks’ office with wide smiles on your face, hangovers all but forgotten as you take your seats at the desk. Rude and Tseng are visibly surprised at your good moods - perhaps unsurprisingly given how much you both had to drink last night, but you’re still on cloud nine from everything that’s happened, and Reno clearly is too.
“Was half expecting to not see you two today,” Rude remarks with a slight raise of his eyebrow.
“Tch, you know better than anyone that I’m a consummate professional, partner,” Reno grins, “If I’m on the clock, I’m here and doing a damn good job and you know it.”
“True,” Rude concedes, an amused smile tugging at his lips, “So you had a good night then?”
“Yeah, it was great,” you say earnestly, chancing a glance at Reno who smiles right back at you with a very pleased look on his face that almost makes you blush.
“You know, Rude, I think they had more than just a good night.”
The teasing tone in Tseng’s voice completely catches you off guard as he speaks up from where he’s sitting at his desk, already sorting through some paperwork, as does the barely-concealed laugh that escapes Rude from where he’s sitting opposite you and Reno. You turn to look at Tseng in surprise, only to see his eyes trained on your neck. You blink at him in confusion for a moment before suddenly remembering one particular kiss that Reno left on your neck in the bar last night, and you let out a gasp, your cheeks flushing a deep red as you’re left speechless.
“Wha- sir!” Reno protests with a pout, “Cut it out!”
“Glad you two enjoyed yourselves,” Rude snickers, and it’s at this point you decide that, fuck it, you’re just going to own it,
“When we’re together? Always,” you grin, looking across at Reno, whose eyes light up as you have the same idea at the same time.
“Y’know, we could show ya, if you want,” he smirks, scooting his chair closer to yours and leaning in with a smirk on his face that you match with one of your own. Since you’re planning on this being a long-term thing, you have no issues with Rude and Tseng knowing, and if they know it’s too tempting not to mess with them. Just before Reno can kiss you, however, you’re interrupted by Tseng,
“Okay that’s enough,” he says hastily, but amusement laces his tone as you and Reno move apart,
“You sure, boss? Because you seemed pretty interested just a minute ago,” Reno smirks.
“You two are unbelievable,” Rude sighs.
“Yeah but you love us,” you grin.
"Damn straight," Reno agrees, "And, really, you’re both happy for us. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you two gave us some alone time last night.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tseng says, feigning innocence, but now he’s actually smiling as you and Reno laugh and even Rude lets out a chuckle, smiling warmly at both you and Reno. You feel happiness flowing through you as you look at your little Turks family and butterflies flutter in your stomach as your eyes meet Reno’s, which are practically shimmering with happiness. Reno, Rude and Tseng mean the world to you, and being with Reno is just the perfect cherry on top of this whole thing. You can’t wait to see what the future holds with all of them by your side.