MERLiN'S HOUSE.
Rikku, who is a pixie-like creature no more, turns up the volume on the stereo. It was her favorite choice of song, Buttons, Pussycat Dolls. She lets her hair down and kisses her reflection on the computer screen. The door opens. She looks back and sees her target. He's covering his ears to try and protect them from the loud ruckus.
Rikku smirks and licks her lips seductively. He blinks at her, hands where they were. She struts on over to him, one hand on her hip, the other lithely swaying back and forth. Her green eyes were not blinking once, as she's very focused on her target. Her bracelet that she bought just earlier that day dropped from her wrist to the floor. She turned her back to him and bent down slowly; her skirt, which was cut much shorter, now had started to rise.
Her target's gaze drooped down but quickly went back up. He was trying hard to hold down his blush. Rikku smirked, her plan was working, or so she thought. She whipped around; she had removed her scarf in the process. She started to walk again, but with more stimulation. One leg moved in front of the other, her thighs rubbing against the other, she had her hands at the rim of her shirt, toying with it slowly, her mouth open slightly.
Her target's eyes opened widely. Soon enough, he was pressed against the door. Rikku placed her arms around his neck. She had to tiptoe for her nose to reach his neck, and when it did, she started to take in his scent. Her mouth was still slightly open and when she looked him in the eye, she winked.
When her lips were about to make contact with his, her CD started skipping. Repeating the same word it was saying, she quickly turned around and cursed, "Oh foofie! I knew I should have just used my iPod!"
Cloud, startled by her sudden move on him, found the doorknob and quietly walked out.
Rikku then turned back to face him, "Cloud…?"