Rikku didn't know what it meant that, whenever she wasn't herself for a weekend, she was usually very cute but kinda dim. That hinted at seriously unpleasant conclusions and she was going to not think about them
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"I don't knoooooooow," Rikku sighed. "I mean, I was thinking of just ... hanging out, maybe stripping naked and moaning a lot? You might interrupt my schedule."
"Sorry, I can't hear you," Rikku insisted. "I was sitting here thinking that no one is touching my boobs. I mean, they're not all that big, but they need love all the same. I was thinking about that so much that I completely missed whatever it was you said, zoto."
"What was that?" Reno leaned casually back against the door, inspecting his nails. As if he actually cared about his nails. "I couldn't hear you. I was too busy growlin', yo. I do that sometimes? When I'm bitin' myself with most of my clothes gone. Low and deep-like, in the back of my throat. I can't help it. Sometimes, a guy's gotta grrrrowl."
"Why am I not naked?" Rikku wondered aloud, kicking her boots off. (Not in an effort to get naked. Just to get her boots off.) "I mean, how am I supposed to touch myself with clothes on? They'll just get in the way, right?"
"That's why people invented clothes, I think," Reno mused. "So that the whole damn world's gotta walk around, never knowin' what they're missin'."
The fingernails he'd been inspecting a moment earlier were now being run up the length of Rikku's door in a long, deliberate scratch. Nothing obnoxious, really. Just a reminder that he still had fingers. Very useful fingers. He was a fan. She could be, too!
"Now me, I ain't naked. But I am undoin' another button on my shirt. Out here in the hallway. Where people can see. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist like that, zoto."
Dammit. He was good at this. So, she had to up her game a little.
"I'm not," Rikku pouted, shifting to stretch out onto the bed. "I'm in here, all alone, all by myself. I guess I'll have to touch myself, since no one else is in here to volunteer for it. I mean, I can always suck on my own fingers." Mmmm. Fingers. Fingers should be slurped, loudly. Like so.
Reno smirked, leaning back against the door a little more heavily, sticking out his tongue. Damn, that was almost like cheating in there, Rikku.
"You know what I need right now? A set of fingers to bite. It's a good thing I'm out here in the hall, yo. I mean, anyone could walk by, volunteer their fingers. And then, when I was done with their fingers, maybe I'd get 'em to get 'em all tangled up in my hair somethin' fierce. That's what I need right now. Someone to knot their fingers in my hair and pull."
Oh, any minute now, he was going to get hair ripped clean out of his head. Clumps of it. Damn her stupid pride.
She was going to go for broke.
This involved taking the fingers out of her mouth -- with a little pouty moan, natch -- and sighing loudly. "Do you know where my ladybug is?" she asked, trying to sound innocent. Okay, come on, Rikku, say the rest of it. Say the rest of it. You have to. "I mean, if you won't come in here and fuck me, I'll have to do it myself."
Oh. That was cheating. Damn it. Damn it. Dig, Reno.
"Well. If you're gonna do that, I'm gonna have to watch," he mused. Calm. Calm. "I mean. I wouldn't wanna spoil the moment by doin' somethin' drastic, like interruptin'."
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Oh, fuck it. The door was opening and he was peering inside. "You win. But this means I'm helpin' you find the ladybug, you realize."
She was getting good at this! The kissing and the naughty talking and all. Reno was going to have to nudge her into the room, and slam the door behind them with his foot, and grin as he steered them for the bed. It was sounding very good right now.
"That could'a been hot too," he decided on the way. "I'm gonna have to hold out longer next time, yoto."
"I was trying to hold out," Rikku purred, pulling at the last few buttons on his shirt. "The longer you hold out, the better it is, but it's so good you can't hold out. It's one of those paradox-things. No, the other one. Dammit."
Words were hard right now. Especially words that weren't "mine" or "now."
Reno? Was in a pretty good mood, yes, sir. Good enough to make stupid noises through the door without bothering to knock, really.
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"Well, if you ain't gonna let me in, I'll just have to stand here in the hallway. Listenin' to you. Peelin' my shirt off. Chewin' on my own bicep."
Two could play at this game.
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Why yes. He did growl that out.
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The fingernails he'd been inspecting a moment earlier were now being run up the length of Rikku's door in a long, deliberate scratch. Nothing obnoxious, really. Just a reminder that he still had fingers. Very useful fingers. He was a fan. She could be, too!
"Now me, I ain't naked. But I am undoin' another button on my shirt. Out here in the hallway. Where people can see. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist like that, zoto."
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"I'm not," Rikku pouted, shifting to stretch out onto the bed. "I'm in here, all alone, all by myself. I guess I'll have to touch myself, since no one else is in here to volunteer for it. I mean, I can always suck on my own fingers." Mmmm. Fingers. Fingers should be slurped, loudly. Like so.
See? She was totally a fan of fingers.
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"You know what I need right now? A set of fingers to bite. It's a good thing I'm out here in the hall, yo. I mean, anyone could walk by, volunteer their fingers. And then, when I was done with their fingers, maybe I'd get 'em to get 'em all tangled up in my hair somethin' fierce. That's what I need right now. Someone to knot their fingers in my hair and pull."
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She was going to go for broke.
This involved taking the fingers out of her mouth -- with a little pouty moan, natch -- and sighing loudly. "Do you know where my ladybug is?" she asked, trying to sound innocent. Okay, come on, Rikku, say the rest of it. Say the rest of it. You have to. "I mean, if you won't come in here and fuck me, I'll have to do it myself."
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"Well. If you're gonna do that, I'm gonna have to watch," he mused. Calm. Calm. "I mean. I wouldn't wanna spoil the moment by doin' somethin' drastic, like interruptin'."
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Oh, fuck it. The door was opening and he was peering inside. "You win. But this means I'm helpin' you find the ladybug, you realize."
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His mouth should be on hers, now. Bitey kiss first, talking later.
She managed to blurt out, during a quick gasp for breath, "That was my trump card. If that hadn't gotten you, I was just going to attack you."
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"That could'a been hot too," he decided on the way. "I'm gonna have to hold out longer next time, yoto."
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Words were hard right now. Especially words that weren't "mine" or "now."
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