A Love Possibly Greater Than Money

TITLE: A Love Possibly Greater Than Money
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Mercenaries 2: World in Flames or any characters from it. No profit is being made.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Mui/Fiona
NOTE: Just a quick bit of smut. Nothing fancy.


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Jennifer Mui blew out the match, having lit the last of the scented candles. There were about a dozen of them scattered strategically about the luxurious bedroom of her expensive Parisian penthouse. Their soft light gave the room a suitably romantic air. Mui herself was dressed, if such it called be called, in a short robe made from exquisite silk. She wore the garment with a perfectly calculated looseness - just enough to suggest that it could slip open at any moment to reveal the bare skin underneath without being in any danger of that actually happening unless she wanted it to. She'd also dabbed a few light touches of perfume from an incredibly tiny and expensive bottle here and there on her body.

And none of it really meant anything.

Mui left the bedroom and sauntered towards the living room, hips swaying seductively even though there wasn't really anyone to sway them seductively at. She paused in the doorway and smiled quietly to herself. Fiona Taylor lounged on the designer couch without a care for poise or elegance, happily typing away at her cheap, battered but much upgraded laptop, dressed in a plain and possibly second-hand tank top and an old pair of jeans.

Mui often wondered why she always went through so much trouble for Fiona. It wasn't that Fiona didn't appreciate her efforts, it was just that she didn't appreciate them enough and would've been more than happy with less. Mui didn't have to spend a lot of money to arrange a romantic candle-lit dinner at one of the world's most exclusive restaurants when (Mui shuddered at the thought) a quick bite at McDonalds would do. But she did so anyway without a second thought and with only the minutest twinges of pain when she handed over yet another cheque with far too many zeroes on it.

"Fiona, dear," Mui said as she casually walked into the room, "don't you think it's getting a bit late for work?"

Fiona looked up from the screen and flashed a smile. "I wasn't really working," she said. "Just checking the feeds to see if some profitable civil war is about break out somewhere."

"Ah?" said Mui, cheering up. "Well, I suppose that is important."

"And I also happened to be playing a bit of World of Warcraft on the side."

"Ah," said Mui. She reached the couch and put her hand on the top of Fiona's laptop. "In that case, perhaps you would allow me to suggest something more interesting?"

"Yeah? Like what?" Fiona said, as though she hadn't noticed Mui was one accidental move away from complete nudity.

Mui closed the lid and leaned forward, almost but not quite reaching Fiona's lips. "I think you know what I have in mind."

Fiona grinned. "Feeling a bit frisky are we, Jen?"

"If you like."

Mui set the laptop aside and with one easy move picked Fiona up in her arms. The Australian hacker was as light as a feather to her, although this might have had less to do with the strength of Mui's affection for her and more to do with her vast experience fighting for everybody willing to pay for her destructive services.

Fiona put her arms around Mui's neck and kissed her. She might not have appreciated the cut of her robe, but she did appreciate the feel of her lips. And here, at least, the feeling was mutual. An unfamiliar warmth poured into Mui's body whenever they kissed. Or at least, a warmth that had been unfamiliar before Fiona had wandered into her life. It was a warmth that completely justified every expense, even if they were largely unnecessary.

Mui drew back almost regretfully and, with Fiona still in her arms, made her way back to the bedroom. She carefully put the girl down on the bed, then lay down half next to her and half on top of her.

"Like what you did with the candles," Fiona remarked.

"What? Oh. Yes. Thank you," Mui replied, never taking her eyes off of her Australian partner.

"But I take it you're not interested in talking about the decor," Fiona said, putting her arms around Mui again.

"You're right there."

Mui kissed her again, deeper and slower this time, as though she intended to enjoy every inch of Fiona's lips to the fullest. Which, more or less, was exactly the case. Time and space seemed to fade further and further into irrelevance with every moment. It was astounding how a girl from the damn penal colonies could make her forget eveything else around her. Or it would have been astounding, had Mui's attention not been fully taken up by a girl from the damn penal colonies.

Fiona's lips parted with a content sigh and Mui allowed her tongue to slip out and meet hers. Fiona reacted with her usual playfulness, the tip of tongue darting across Mui's lips, her tongue and even into her mouth. Mui couldn't keep up and didn't want to. She wasn't a playful person, she merely enjoyed it in Fiona. Enjoyed it a great deal. Even though part of her would've been content merely to kiss Fiona until the end of time, another part of her was becoming more and more interested in the rest of Fiona's body.

One of Mui's hands trailed up Fiona's side and slipped under her tank top, trying to push it up. Her efforts were hampered by herself still lying mostly on top of Fiona. Even though she longed to see Fiona naked, she wasn't willing to stop kissing her or move away from her body. It was a dilemma Mui had no answer for and so she simply kept kissing the girl while awkwardly and ineffectually groping her.

Before long the problem was solved by Fiona gently pushing her away. Mui almost growled in frustration until she saw Fiona sit up and pull off her tank top. The casual movement revealed a perfect upper body and, sadly, a comfortable, functional and totally ordinary bra without even a hint of lace. When she next took off her jeans, she likewise revealed a pair of perfect legs and a pair of plain cotton panties with all the eroticism of a tax form.

In Fiona's world lingerie was something that happened to other people. To be precise, it was something that happened to Mui.

After Fiona had taken off her socks and moved to unhook her offensively mundane bra, it finally dawned on Mui that she, too, was still more or less dressed. She soon fixed that little oversight with one simple, elegant movement. Fiona whistled appreciatively. Crude as it was, Mui nevertheless felt a pleasant heat rush through her now exposed body at the sound. Finally, Fiona discarded her panties, tossing them carelessly aside (though fortunately not so careless that she accidentally hit one of the candles).

Now that they were both naked, Mui pulled Fiona into an embrace and kissed her again. This time the feel of her partner's lips was almost drowned by the sensation of her bare skin rubbing against her own. A wave of arousal came over Mui and she felt her body become ever warmer and hotter. This heat, at least, was a more familiar one and yet, in its own way, was still different from what it had been before.

One hand wandered down Fiona's bare back until it reached her hips, where it moved to the front of her body and slipped down inbetween her legs. Fiona gasped quietly the moment Mui's fingers brushed lightly against her pussy. Much to Mui's delight she was already wet with arousal, though that wouldn't stop her from doing her best to arouse Fiona even further. She kissed Fiona again as her fingertips circled across her folds, smothering a quiet moan. This, in a way, was Mui's playfulness. She greatly enjoyed holding Fiona close while she pleasured her slowly and deliberately. Her hand moved carefully between her legs, each and every little touch calculated to please her in the exact way she, Mui, wanted Fiona to be pleased. Not that she really needed to calculate anything any more. By now she knew Fiona's body well enough that she could do it by instinct.

Mui felt Fiona shiver with pleasure when she leisurely moved her hand up and rubbed just around her clit. Another moan was smothered by Mui's lips, but as she continued her slow stimulation, Fiona broke their kiss and rested her head on Mui's shoulder. Her breathing had become heavy and she sounded close to panting. Mui held her and smiled softly, relishing the erotic noise of Fiona's every pleasured breath. The sound resonated in her body, stoking the glowing embers of her arousal into a flame. Her desire for Fiona's intimate attentions grew, but she had enough willpower to push those desires aside, for now. As much as she would've loved to feel Fiona's hand between her own legs, she didn't want to do or demand anything that would draw Fiona's attention away from anything other than her own pleasure.

With a mischievous grin forming on her face, Mui slowly moved her hand to caress Fiona's pussy, then pushed two fingers into. Fiona stiffened briefly, then groaned with such intense pleasure that Mui gasped with lust in response. Even so, the hot rush of mostly unexpected pleasure didn't distract Mui from her attentions. She moved her fingers in and out of Fiona, taking particular care not to brush her where she was most sensitive unless she really wanted to feel Fiona shudder with lust and hear her moan with pleasure. Which she wanted more and more. Sure, Mui enjoyed teasing Fiona a little and slowly build her arousal, but after reaching a certain tipping point she only wanted to go full out, pleasuring her as fast and as hard as she could. Perhaps it was a defect in her technique, but Fiona had never complained. And by the sound of it, she wouldn't start now.

Fiona moaned loudly, uncontrollably, while Mui used her rapidly moving fingers to essentially fuck her. The hacker's body had stopped shivering with lust and was now positively bucking, completely focused on Mui's hand. That, perhaps, was the best things of all. Almost more enjoyable than the noise of Fiona's pleasured moaning, almost more rewarding than the lustful shaking of her naked body was the simple knowledge that all that was thanks to her, Mui, and nobody else.

But none of that was greater than... than the experience of Fiona coming. She never held anything back. She screamed and shuddered, fully surrendering herself to her overwhelming pleasure and without caring whether or not people on the other side of the globe could hear her. To Mui there was something almost enviable about that willing abandonment of control, however brief. Of course, there was also something enviable about the orgasmic bliss coursing through her naked body.

Eventually, Fiona's orgasm ended and she leaned heavily against Mui, panting. Mui carefully removed her hand from between Fiona's legs. She glanced briefly at her glistening fingers, then turned her attention back to Fiona. Without a word, they both leaned back until they were once again lying on the bed, facing each other. Fiona smiled at her and kissed her.

"That... was pretty awesome," she breathed.

"I'm the best," Mui said.

"And so modest, too," Fiona grinned. "Want me to return the favour?"

"In your own time," Mui said, idly toying with a strand of Fiona's hair.

"Mmm."

Mui recognised that tone of voice. It meant there was about 50/50 chance Fiona was going to drift off to sleep. She often did after she'd had a really satisfying orgasm. Mui supposed she ought to feel flattered, even though it did mean there was hope of having the favour returned tonight. And, in truth, she actually did feel flattered.

Mui sighed. She wasn't the kind of person to bother with wishful thinking. She believed in facing cold, harsh reality. Facts were facts and it was no use denying them.

And the fact was... she enjoyed spending money on Fiona. She enjoyed satisfying her. She enjoyed just being with her. And she didn't even really demand anything in return.

The conclusion was inescapable.

She was starting to fall in love with Fiona.

And, she considered as she watched the girl's sleeping face by the light of a dozen expensive candles, she was OK with that.