Rikku didn't really want to pack. She had to, but she was still a bit mopey on the whole deal. She'd stay in touch with everyone, but it wasn't the same
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Reno didn't have much packing to do, really. Reno figured that what he didn't give away, he'd just toss, anyhow. Either that, or it was ferret supplies.
"She probably wouldn't have a dumbass cat, either," Reno decided, smirking and nudging at Petey with one foot. "And chances are, she'd be gettin' paid better for this girlfriend gig."
Reno had typically used alcohol as his currency of choice, when it came to making payments to one-night-girlfriends. It was so much more effective than gil. Never insulted anyone.
"Paid better?" Rikku giggled, flopping onto her bed. "You mean, I could have been charging all this time? What's the going rate for being an awesome cheerleader with a cat? Hourly, or is it a night-by-night thing?"
"The plus club ain't enough, now, you want me to put you on a salary?" Reno laughed and took a seat on the bed beside her. "You want the truth? The pay ain't really all that great, but there's a kickass benefits package, yoto."
"Nope." A grin, there, as Reno leaned forward to sneak another kiss. A bitey sort of one, this time. "Matter of fact, if the benefits ever get put on hold due to time spent on a different planet? When you're back on the payroll again, I make 'em up retroactively, zoto."
The biting was awesome. The biting could stay. He could stay. He was staying, right? Petey wouldn't mind and she wouldn't mind and it was a much cozier bed with two squished into it.
"I hope you have some kind of schedule for that," she murmured with a laugh. "I mean, all those benefits at once, that could be dangerous."
"I like to think of it as a healthy variety," Reno mused, smirking. He'd pretty much hit instant pervert mode, yes. "Alternatin' between the standard package, and the one that includes oral care too, yo."
Rikku was going to crawl slightly into his lap. "Are you saying," she asked, her very best innocent-face in place, "that the oral care doesn't come standard?"
First, she had to lean in for a long, bitey sort of kiss.
"I have to say," she said calmly, "that I figured I had to be in on one of the good deals. I mean, thus far, I haven't had any complaints about your package."
She did realize that Reno's idea of wit at about this point was to roll over so that she was deposited neatly from his lap onto the bed so that he could straddle her and eat face, right?
He could only manage innuendo and double entendre for so long, really. It wasn't half as satisfying as the real thing. Especially when the real thing was a cute blonde with spiral eyes who happened to be complimenting his package.
"Like I always told you," he murmured against her lips, "plus club's real elite. We're picky 'bout our membership, yo."
There was a happy squeak as she was dumped onto the bed. And an enthusiastic wriggle that indicated she was highly in favor of the new arrangement, and suggesting some improvements. Like looping her legs around his.
"I can see you'd have to be," she grinned. "Can't be too careful, who you're handing ... that kinda thing out to."
Hard to think when there were lips and teeth teasing hers.
"Can't never be too careful," Reno agreed. It was that kind of agreement that mostly happened in the occasional word between biting at her lips and her chin and her jaw and her neck, and sneaking his hands over the skin underneath the bottom of her shirt. His favorite way of agreeing, really. "I'm pretty sure I can trust you, though. Maybe I ought'a investigate?"
"I wouldn't trust me," Rikku decided, leaning up to unbutton the top button on his shirt. Well, the top one that was still done. He usually left a few open himself, after all. "I could be planning all sorts of horrible things to do to you, once I get you alone. You need to search me, at least."
Reno didn't have much packing to do, really. Reno figured that what he didn't give away, he'd just toss, anyhow. Either that, or it was ferret supplies.
He packed light.
"Anyone home?"
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Reno had typically used alcohol as his currency of choice, when it came to making payments to one-night-girlfriends. It was so much more effective than gil. Never insulted anyone.
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Reno was all about the benefits. Aawwwww yeah.
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"I hope you have some kind of schedule for that," she murmured with a laugh. "I mean, all those benefits at once, that could be dangerous."
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Woe! Trauma! Noes!
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He had a comeback for just about everything, that one.
"Fortunately, plus-club members get put on the good package automatically, yo. You get it on-demand, even."
He was tracing his fingers down over her back, idly wondering if she wanted a free sample.
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"I have to say," she said calmly, "that I figured I had to be in on one of the good deals. I mean, thus far, I haven't had any complaints about your package."
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He could only manage innuendo and double entendre for so long, really. It wasn't half as satisfying as the real thing. Especially when the real thing was a cute blonde with spiral eyes who happened to be complimenting his package.
"Like I always told you," he murmured against her lips, "plus club's real elite. We're picky 'bout our membership, yo."
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"I can see you'd have to be," she grinned. "Can't be too careful, who you're handing ... that kinda thing out to."
Hard to think when there were lips and teeth teasing hers.
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From head to toe. Please?
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