"What," came a voice from the doorway behind her, the voice's owner grinning from ear to ear with his arms crossed over his chest, "check in without meetin' my girl here, first?"
A pause, and then Reno was making his way toward her, arms open. He wanted hugs and kisses, fuckdammit.
He could stare. He was just jealous. Or bored. Or -- who cared about him? Reno smelled all warm and alive and Reno-ish and her fingers were sliding into his hair.
"Hi," she said, softly, her eyes dancing. "Missed you."
"I'm in Costa del Sol with my girlfriend," Reno replied, pausing for a moment to nibble at her lips some more. They were very tasty lips. "I ain't got nothin' to complain about, yo."
"It's been okay," she decided, twining her arms around his neck. "Busy, lately, but it always is. I brought a sphere to show you, of Home. The new one, I mean. Not as nice as here, but I'm biased. I like the company better."
"Sounds perfect." Rikku leaned up to kiss the tip of his nose. "We'd probably get kicked out if we catch up here," she teased. "Public nudity and all."
Which was mostly to make the clerk more pissed off. Yes, she desperately needed to pounce him, but she'd missed him and needed several hours of wrapping herself around him and breathing him in and talking and being quiet nuzzling and just being more than she needed sex.
Of course, once she shut the door to her room, she was going to pull his face to hers for a completely breathless kiss. Because he smelled wonderful and she needed to be kissing him now please. Especially since the clerk wasn't around to eyeroll.
Kissing behind closed doors? Just as fun as kissing with an audience. Though perhaps slightly less dangerous.
Note, Reno still wasn't complaining. Even while he steered her toward the bed. The bed was a nice place to be, wasn't it? He'd even made a point to leave all his shit on the floor, so that the bed would be free for just this purpose, actually.
That thump he might have heard was her duffel bag, hitting the floor. She wasn't watching. She was tasting, and breathing, and feeling.
The bed? Oh, the bed was perfect. Beds were useful in so many ways. He was a genius. Geniuses shouldn't be wearing jackets, even if they were the stylish Turks suits.
Tugging it off. Helping them along to the bed. Burying her face in the side of his neck and inhaling. "Missed you."
He did. He missed her. And he didn't even notice the jacket being pulled off. He missed her and she was right there and he could nibble on her ear from here, and then breathe into her hair, and then mumble incoherent 'missed you too's while he ran his hands over her body.
His hands, his hands, his hands were wonderful. So was falling back onto the bed and pulling him over her. So was biting his neck, and sighing, and curling her fingers in his hair and on his clothes and and and.
"Worried," she murmured. "Tired. Not eating."
He was burning himself out. It was easier to see when you were away for weeks at a time.
"Not fine," she said softly, snuggling in. Warm, safe, real, alive. Hadn't gotten himself killed, hadn't wasted away to nothing. Her fingers were trailing over his shirt, playing with the creases of the fabric.
She frowned up at him, well aware that she'd killed the mood. "Sorry?"
Not that the mood was lost, because this was just as nice and even more important. But that she'd hit a sore spot.
A pause, and then Reno was making his way toward her, arms open. He wanted hugs and kisses, fuckdammit.
"Room key's in my pocket, babe."
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"You're here!" she squeed. And then she kissed him like she was possibly going to suck his soul right out of his mouth.
She'd give it back. Honest.
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Possibly with his hands setting on her behind while they kissed. Was the clerk at the desk staring?
Screw him.
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"Hi," she said, softly, her eyes dancing. "Missed you."
In case the face-sucking hadn't pointed that out.
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This was going to be a good week.
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"Entirely," she said. "Happy anniversary, you. Except a little late. Close enough, right? How are you?"
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He really, really didn't.
"An' you? How's life on Spira been treatin' you?"
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The clerk appeared to be working on not making retching noises, nearby. Reno snorted, shook his head, and then grinned at Rikku.
"What say we toss your stuff in our room an' catch up some before hittin' the beach, yo?"
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Which was mostly to make the clerk more pissed off. Yes, she desperately needed to pounce him, but she'd missed him and needed several hours of wrapping herself around him and breathing him in and talking and being quiet nuzzling and just being more than she needed sex.
Of course, once she shut the door to her room, she was going to pull his face to hers for a completely breathless kiss. Because he smelled wonderful and she needed to be kissing him now please. Especially since the clerk wasn't around to eyeroll.
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Note, Reno still wasn't complaining. Even while he steered her toward the bed. The bed was a nice place to be, wasn't it? He'd even made a point to leave all his shit on the floor, so that the bed would be free for just this purpose, actually.
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The bed? Oh, the bed was perfect. Beds were useful in so many ways. He was a genius. Geniuses shouldn't be wearing jackets, even if they were the stylish Turks suits.
Tugging it off. Helping them along to the bed. Burying her face in the side of his neck and inhaling. "Missed you."
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He did. He missed her. And he didn't even notice the jacket being pulled off. He missed her and she was right there and he could nibble on her ear from here, and then breathe into her hair, and then mumble incoherent 'missed you too's while he ran his hands over her body.
Yep. Totally felt like Rikku.
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"Worried," she murmured. "Tired. Not eating."
He was burning himself out. It was easier to see when you were away for weeks at a time.
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"C'mere." Yeah. His reply required him to kind of roll over and gather her up in his arms. "M'fine."
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She frowned up at him, well aware that she'd killed the mood. "Sorry?"
Not that the mood was lost, because this was just as nice and even more important. But that she'd hit a sore spot.
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