Mushroom Rock Road, Spira, Friday Evening Fandom Time (NFB)

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Rikku did not want to think about how much she missed Reno. She missed the smell of him. She missed the way his neck tasted. She missed -- okay, lately, her thoughts of missing him were kinda ... graphic, and not very polite. She was trying not to fidget. It was getting worse. Dammit. She used to be able to control herself

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Okay. So. There were three very important things that Reno was going to have to keep in mind for future reference.

The first very important thing was, he hated Fandom. A lot. Because he knew horny as a state of being very intimately. It was what he did. And so he knew well enough that his state of perpetual 'hot and bothered' these last few days was hardly normal. And when something seemed to be painfully abnormal?

Blame Fandom.

The second very important thing was that, when he was horny and overworked, he got cranky. Which wasn't really a big deal, except for how he tended to get bitchy when he was cranky. There was a difference, after all, between the two. And bitchy was normally fine, unless Tseng was asking for paperwork first thing in the morning on crap that he hardly understood. World Regenesis Organization papers? Fuck, he couldn't even spell that shit

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"//How should I know?//" barked a voice from over on his left. "//They're the morons that broke it. It was working just fine, now it won't even talk to the other towers. Maybe her old man bumped something on that airship of his.//"

There were general grunts of agreement, from that direction, and a few voices chiming in with their advice. All in Al Bhed, naturally.

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Ah. More Al Bhed. It was a good thing that Reno had been studying the language, damn it. It was an even better thing that it was so damn easy to learn.

He turned around, intending to ask whoever was there for better directions, because damn could he ever use them, and that's when he realized who it was that he was facing.

Reno didn't smirk like that often, really.

"Gippal, Gippal, Gippal," he practically cooed as he made his way over to the bunch of them. "How're them teeth doin', buddy?"

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"Oh, it's you," Gippal said, switching to English easily. "I thought Cid's girl came here to work, not to play kissyface with her latest boytoy. Won't her Pops be upset to hear about that?"

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"The old man'll get over it," Reno decided. Because he was totally the sort to make these decisions for people, naturally. "I got ways to be useful now an' then, zoto. What do you got that makes him keep you around?"

Reno supposed it was the outfit. Gippal was the court jester or something. He sure as hell acted like it, didn't he?

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"I'm head of the Machine Faction," Gippal said, folding his arms. "He doesn't keep me anywhere. I'm part of the future, not an old man living on an airship who can't let go of the past. What do you do? I guess I already know who."

"//Fucking Yevonites,//" added one of the other men.

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Oh, Reno had been ready with a comeback the moment Gippal had asked him what it was that he did. Reno's comeback involved a good deal of grisly detail as to exactly what it was that he'd done to people as a Turk.

But all of that was derailed the moment the other Al Bhed had opened his trap.

Reno just turned to look at him with that lazy, dangerous sort of smile that he wore a moment before reaching for his EMR.

"//You want to come here and call me that to my face, pal?//

It was clear, crisp, near-perfect Al Bhed. Somebody had been practising his accent.

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"//You speak Al Bhed//?" the man asked, a measure of grudging respect in his eyes. Anyone who bothered learning the language couldn't be all bad.

"Yeah, yeah," Gippal said, waving it off. "//So what. He's still a pretty boy who thinks he can --//"

"Gippal." A very disheveled and cranky Al Bhed girl was stomping into view. "//What is wrong with you? I send you on one stupid errand and you're gone two hours! Did you get lost!? I can't exactly hook up the converter if you don't bring me parts! Stop gabbing with your stupid buddies and ...//"

And that was when she noticed the lanky redhead in the Turks suit.

Please hold while Rikku reboots her brain.

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"His buddies ain't all that stupid," Reno replied with a smirk. "They keep hangin' around this goon, that might change."

He turned to face her, his arms crossed over his chest, his grin going from dangerous to just plain happy to see somebody.

"Yo, babe. Been lookin' all over this rock for you."

Actually, even if the rocks were kind of funky, it was dark and rocky and there weren't really many plants to speak of around here. This place was freaking homey.

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Rikku clapped a hand over her mouth and laughed. "What are you doing here? Why ... how did you ... what's ..."

Orange blur, incoming! Gippal could wait. The converter could wait. The stupid fucking cell tower could wait.

Squeezing the air out of Reno just to make sure he was real? That couldn't wait another moment.

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Reno was going to find a way to laugh even while he was being squished half to death by his girlfriend. Her giddy was contagious, especially in the wake of all of the grey dead emptiness of Edge.

"Turns out, the boss don't like me when I'm pissy. Early vacation, yoto."

And anyhow, his hug in turn was pretty damn epic, too.

"If I had to do one more piece of friggin' paperwork this week, I was gonna bust his friggin' nose."

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It had been a month. A month was way too long. That was her official ruling on the matter. And she was going to give him a thorough kiss even if Gippal was standing right there, and Gippal could fuck off.

Okay, so it wasn't a very gropey kiss, even considering the seriously crabby itchy mood she'd been in all week. Because there were people standing there, and if she started peeling his clothes off, that would probably be bad.

.... Mostly. Okay, then.

"You, too?" she asked, nuzzling against him. "I've been all ... cranky." Horny. Close enough. "Missed you. It's really you? You're really here?"

That sound was either a coughing fit or a gagging one, and Rikku rolled her eyes. "No one asked you, Gippal. Go take the freaking part back to the cell tower before I make confetti out of your lungs."

Really, really shouldn't tempt her, today.

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Reno was now grinning, talking even with his lips pressed against Rikku's. Her lips tasted good. He'd missed them. He wasn't backing away from them any time soon, dammit.

"Bet I could bust out the rest of his teeth from here," he suggested. Because that would be kind of hot. Right? Violence was hot? Rikku was hot. Moar kisses nau.

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Violence was hot. Reno was hot. The entire world was hot and Rikku was going to behave herself if it took every scrap of willpower that she had.

"//Whatever,//" Gippal sighed, waving a hand to pretend he was Above It All. "//I'm going to go work on the tower you're supposed to be fixing, Cid's girl. Don't keep me waiting too long.//"

And with that, Gippal slinked off. He'd been on the wrong end of Reno's EMR once before. He had a lick of sense, thank you.

Not that Rikku had looked over at him. Nibbly kisses. Reno's lips were awesome. The lower one. The little cupid's bow on his upper one. His tongue. His arms. She was going to stand here and bask, dammit.

"You're real," she said happily. "You'd better be real. If you're not, I'm gonna hurt somebody."

Probably Gippal.

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"Last I checked, I was real," Reno replied, a low chuckle forming somewhere deep in his throat. Or maybe it was a growl. It was difficult to tell, sometimes, wasn't it?

Both. Most definitely, it was both. And it was taking every ounce of self-control to not slide his hand up the back of her shirt.

Oh, hell, he'd do it anyhow. Self-control was terribly overrated, anyhow, and he'd missed the feel of her skin under his fingertips.

"E muja oui, zoto. Can't stay forever, but I ain't complainin' that I'm here, either."

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She wriggled against his fingers. Skin. Skin. Okay. No ripping his clothes off right here in the middle of Mushroom Rock Road.

Lots of people went by, and the rocks were kinda mildew-y, and there really wasn't a good place for ... that, and she was horrible to be thinking about it, anyway, wasn't she?

"E muja oui, duu," she agreed. "Not complaining, either. I'm probably gonna have to fix that stupid cell tower here pretty soon, and then I'm all yours."