365 Hours with Rufus Shinra (FFVII: Rufus x OC)

ch2. would you, please, f*ck me?

GIVING HER A CONTRACT wasn't quite what she had in mind when she asked 'Where do I sign?', but at least now she knew she wouldn't be getting home any time soon. She remained silent and so did he. Rufus Shinra wasn't a man of many words, that much was clear. He wasn't a spoiled brat either. A spoiled brat didn't have such manners. But still, he always got what he wanted. He wanted the attractive woman he'd seen yesterday at the ball, and now he had her. He had trapped her with his manipulative words, and pushed her in a cage. One that she was afraid she might, one day, not want to escape.

Maybe he too was in a cage. One crafted by his very own father. Forced to live out here, away from the company and away from the City, with no chance to get back unless he was told to. She couldn't imagine how it had felt like growing up as the son of that man. The President. A jerk. No. 'Jerk' couldn't even begin to describe what he was. Nevertheless, this was still a mistake. A terrible mistake. But she had no other quick options, and time was of the essence. She hadn't signed the contract yet though. He was giving her time and that was something, at least.

The building was impressive. She slipped her gaze all around the white and grey walls, the wide corridors, as he led her upstairs, perhaps to his bedroom. She hadn't asked where he was taking her. She didn't have to. She knew what followed and she wasn't sure whether she dreaded it or awaited it with impatience.

The bedroom was large and dark. He didn't seem to care about switching on the lights. There was some moonlight coming from the window and maybe that was enough. The window was open, leading to a balcony. There was that small breeze that entered and brushed the grey curtain in a soft dance.

She would never admit, but she was so nervous that she was shaking. But she felt like laughing to herself about it. She had been through so much worse. Well, boyfriends? She had had many. But giving body and soul -so openhandedly- for business? She had done that before, and she was doing it again, and she knew it wasn't the last time.

She had peeked a few times at the piece of paper that she carried in her hands. A contract asking her to do whatever he asked. She was forced to accept into being the loyal dog of the man that she hated. Well, not as much as she hated his father. But now, that she stood in that room. In this darkness with no one but that man and the closed door behind her, she was afraid of what he was going to ask of her. What he was going to do to her. She was going to think thoroughly about these before signing the contract. But she also had her company to save. Yes. She should stay focused on that.

She felt his hand slithering around her waist, pressing her back against his chest. Her breath hitched halfway down her throat and he noticed. He noticed the tension in her shoulders. Her hands that were brought together trying to ease the shaky movement. She was afraid, and he hated knowing that. But it made sense that she would be. They were strangers, after all.

His breath found her ear as he leaned in. He smoothed her hair over one shoulder. His lips were warm and dry as he trapped her earlobe between them gently. She shivered and bit her tongue. "Nothing will happen that you don't want," he whispered against her ear.

Were these words supposed to soothe her? Well. They did. He felt her muscles relaxing. He heard a sigh of relief coming from her as she finally released her hands and let them hang by her sides, still holding on to that piece of paper that was inevitably going to seal a bond between her and a man she barely knew. She had played that game before. She knew she couldn't touch him unless he said so.

His hand slipped away from her waist, and back up. Warm fingers travelled from her belly, to her breasts, till he reached her neck. His fingers spread on her bare, white skin, squeezing slightly, forcing her to lean her head back against his shoulder. He looked down at her and she looked back up at him. With their eyes locked, his hand slipped away from her neck and reached for her dress.

He pulled down the sleeve, exposing her shoulder. Dry warm lips found her skin and she sighed, closing her eyes slightly. He gave a gentle bite on her shoulder, releasing a wave of shivers that coursed down her spine. But he stopped there. He stopped kissing, and withdrew. She turned around to face him, confused.

His hand found hers bringing it up and pressing a warm kiss on her knuckles. "Which means, I will not touch you without your consent, that is, until you sign the contract,"

His eyes found hers and she could discern their colour even in the dark. She raised an eyebrow. Again- he must have been joking. No one ever did that. Anyone else would just dig right in, and walk through the deal as fast as possible. No one cared about what she wanted. No one cared about consent. This was new. This was foreign to her. She wasn't used to people asking her opinion on anything else but her company.

But Rufus Shinra wasn't just anyone. He was a man of his word. He wasn't going to touch her until she allowed him to. Maybe that's why he was giving her 365 hours. Fifteen days. Fifteen days to get to know him. Fifteen days to make her his. She would have laughed at thought if he wasn't staring at her like that. The look of a hunter staring at his prey, though it was very well hidden beneath a mask of kindness, and tenderness. Tender? Rufus Shinra? Tender? It was unbelievable but there he was, promising things that no one ever did. He was a smart man. Intelligent unlike no other. He would make sure he let her know.

He let go of her hand and turned to leave. He stopped halfway to her door, as if he was reminded that he had something to say. "Reno will bring some stuff of yours by the morning. You should be able to settle in..." he turned and looked at her, "...breakfast is served at 9:00..." his eyes found hers and she found herself biting her tongue. "...don't miss it."

It sounded like a warning. Maybe he'd let her starve if she didn't follow that order. He closed her door and she was left there, in the darkness of her new room, still dumbfounded unlike she had ever been.

She frowned as she switched on the lights and she stared at her new room. What in the world had she gotten herself into? Yet again, she had worked for the street gangs of Midgar's Underworld -not just in the Undercities, but in the upper levels as well- so sleeping in a fancy house of the son of a jackass wasn't something that should terrify her. And it didn't.

She was going to settle in like he had asked. She was going to read that damned contract and whatever was in it, she knew she was going to sign it. She simply had no other option and going back to her pals in Midgar's Underworld would be a terrible idea.

After everything that happened... She shook her head. It was pointless to think of stuff that had happened and had long passed. It was time to go bed and she doubted she was in the mood to be reading contracts at this hour.