MHA #1 looked a bit like a crime scene. One that had been hit by a tornado ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )