Ha, like laughing was even on the agenda. Reno was licking his lips as he watched Rikku prowling around the room, clearly enjoying every minute of this.
"You know Turks don't talk so easy, right? You're gonna have to work damn hard to get anything outta me, zoto."
She could feel free to get creative. Reno so wasn't in any position to stop her.
"I've heard about how tough you so-called Turks are," Rikku replied, coolly, aiming for an air of disdain. "Forgive me if I'm not impressed. Everyone talks sooner or later."
The riding crop hit again, lower on his stomach this time. After she struck him, Rikku let the crop trace lightly back up to his sternum, only stopping when it tipped up the underside of his chin.
"But keep boasting," she added. "It's going to make this so much sweeter."
The next hit was squarely across the side of his face. Wait, was that okay!? Because she might seriously have hurt him with that and maybe you were supposed to stick to areas that weren't so bony. Except everything was bony on Reno and she had just kind of gone with it and if that, like, left a scar or something, she was going to tell him that it was his fault for not warning her "not the face." Because he hadn't. At all.
Luckily she recovered quickly, hopefully before he looked up. Because she had a role to play, until or unless he passworded out.
Yeah, Reno didn't seem terribly bothered by that smack to the face, believe it or not. He did take a moment to open and shut his jaw, just to get his bearings again before turning a hungry grin back up her way. She was willing to go for the face?
That was absolutely Reno's style.
"You wanna hear me brag, babe? Because you might think you're tough, catchin' the fastest Turk and keepin' him tied up, but I ain't no rookie, yo. I'm the second-in-command for a reason."
Granted, that reason was more or less 'because everyone else is dead,' but pffft, that hardly mattered.
"Gonna have to do worse than that to scare me, yoto."
Ooooooookay he seemed to like that. Right. It was Reno. Of course he liked that. Good. Good. She could do this.
Okay, then, she was still fierce and in charge. For real. That's why she was prowling around the bed again.
"So I have the second-in-command entirely at my mercy," she purred. "Still so arrogant. Still trying to bluff your way out of this. Still unwilling to admit I've got the upper hand."
This time the riding crop was on his stomach again, but gliding lower.
"'Fastest of the Turks,' eh?" she repeated, with a mocking smile. "Funny. That's not what all the girls in sector six say."
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"You know Turks don't talk so easy, right? You're gonna have to work damn hard to get anything outta me, zoto."
She could feel free to get creative. Reno so wasn't in any position to stop her.
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The riding crop hit again, lower on his stomach this time. After she struck him, Rikku let the crop trace lightly back up to his sternum, only stopping when it tipped up the underside of his chin.
"But keep boasting," she added. "It's going to make this so much sweeter."
The next hit was squarely across the side of his face. Wait, was that okay!? Because she might seriously have hurt him with that and maybe you were supposed to stick to areas that weren't so bony. Except everything was bony on Reno and she had just kind of gone with it and if that, like, left a scar or something, she was going to tell him that it was his fault for not warning her "not the face." Because he hadn't. At all.
Luckily she recovered quickly, hopefully before he looked up. Because she had a role to play, until or unless he passworded out.
Safe worded. That one.
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That was absolutely Reno's style.
"You wanna hear me brag, babe? Because you might think you're tough, catchin' the fastest Turk and keepin' him tied up, but I ain't no rookie, yo. I'm the second-in-command for a reason."
Granted, that reason was more or less 'because everyone else is dead,' but pffft, that hardly mattered.
"Gonna have to do worse than that to scare me, yoto."
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Okay, then, she was still fierce and in charge. For real. That's why she was prowling around the bed again.
"So I have the second-in-command entirely at my mercy," she purred. "Still so arrogant. Still trying to bluff your way out of this. Still unwilling to admit I've got the upper hand."
This time the riding crop was on his stomach again, but gliding lower.
"'Fastest of the Turks,' eh?" she repeated, with a mocking smile. "Funny. That's not what all the girls in sector six say."
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