Its Just Business

There's always one rule when you work in this industry. Never mix business with pleasure. So when your pleasure becomes your business, how do you handle it?


The stars barely showed yet you knew by the dark skies that it was well into the night. It was never quiet in San Francisco. This was especially not in the lower town area. So the car horns, arguing and loud mouth crack heads and lower classed added to the soundtrack. There was never a quiet night in this city, even after the sun had well gone down. But unlike this city, two bodies lay still on a makeshift bed. The only sound being made between the two was that of steady breathing. Music could be heard every now and then when a car drove by but nothing else. That is until the female's phone rang. It wasn't a phone call but an alarm.

She lifted her head from her sleeping companion's chest and reached over him to retrieve the interruption before it got louder. Taking a moment to check the time, she saw it was almost 2 in the morning. She had to go and be back in her own bed by 5 that morning. She sighed and sat up. Stretching, she looked around for her clothes. Her dress and bra lay slung on the floor by the open window. She crawled from under the warm covers to the edge of the mattress. The mattress wasn't on a frame in this small room so she could easily reach the clothing. She put on her bra first, adjusting the straps as she finished. She was going to place her dress over her head when a masculine sigh and groan came.

"That time again?" His voice was coated in sleep. A sexy rasp tickled her ear.

"Yeah. I gotta get going." She tells him. She continued to put on her teal mini-dress. She stood to pull it down to her mid-thigh.

"You're leaving at 2 in the morning in that and expect to get home?" He chuckles. She had to agree with him. This wasn't the best choice of outfit if she had planned to make a drop by the previous night. But she hadn't. She had been out on the town with some of her friends and she suddenly wanted to be with him. The liquor did cloud her decision on whether she should change first. She had shown up at his door at 11 last night and hadn't left since. But now she had to get back to reality.

"I'll be fine. I'll call a car when I get to the diner a few blocks down." She told him. She found her small clutch and looked inside. She found what she wanted laying on top of her lip gloss. She took out a small clip of cash and set it under his phone. He said nothing but she heard him sigh.

"What?" She asked getting up and looking for her underwear. She heard him lay back down on the bed and stretch. A moan following that sent a rush of pleasure through her.

"Nothing..." He says. She looks back to see him wash his hands over his face. She looks under his clothes for her underwear and finds it crumpled. She thought it was ironic how her 25 dollar victoria secrets were strewn to the side so easily. She slid them on when he sighed again.

"Ok. What now?" She asked. The sighing was getting annoying. And it was rare when he annoyed her: or anyone for that matter.

"I told you I was fine." He said to her. She walked over and stood over his legs on the bed.

"I heard you lie the first time. No need to lie again." She said with her hands on her hips. He looked up at her then put his hands behind his head. He showed no emotion until a grin came across his face.

She didn't like that look. And she had good reason not to like that look. Just as he did that, his legs moved and somehow knocked her off balance. She landed on his chest with an almost inaudible 'oof' and had no time to recover before he rolled over with her beneath him. The smell of him made her feel this feeling…she couldn't describe. He leaned down and kissed her neck. And she sighed contently. It was a few silent moments of intimacy that passed between them. Then he spoke.

"Why don't you stay?" He asked her.

"You know I can't." She says. He nibbles her lower lip. He fits himself to her. His body heat warmed her.

"But why can't you? You always leave at the crack of dawn for some unknown reason and leave me in a cold bed." He says to her, He kisses her neck again.

"Well if you bought a heater it wouldn't be a problem." She smiles ignoring his question. "You don't buy anything new for this place, despite the money I give you."

"I use it for rent and food. That's all I need." He said kissing her chin. He grounds himself against her.

"Well I'm sure you could spare a few dollars for something to make this place feel home-like." She says before he steals a quick kiss.

"Well, I'm sorry if I don't spend my allowance on fichus decor."

"You make me sound like your parent. You know why I give you the money. I thought we've settled our deal."

He lets out a heavy breath, also known as a sigh, and rolled off her. He put his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling.

"About our deal…" He began. His voice was quiet. She didn't like this. He's obviously been thinking about their deal for a minute.

"What about our deal?" She sat up and looked down at him. He looked delicious. He had a little bit of a 5'o'clock shadow going, the tattoos on his sides were accenting his six-pack well. The cover followed him when he rolled over, but only followed him enough to cover his right thigh and a bit of his member. A small peak of his tip was shown by his left thigh. She felt a heat in her stomach. A feeling of need came over her. But she needed to focus and then leave. There was no time for that.

"We've been doing this for…what? ...almost 11 months now. You come over and I give you a few hours of great sex in exchange for a few hundred bucks to keep me up. And I have to admit that I may feel more for you…. It's not just the sex for me anymore. We have amazing, mind-numbing sex…but it's no longer just that..."

"What are you saying?" She asked him. She knew what he was saying but she didn't want to bring it there.

"I'm saying, little bird," He sat up and looked her square in the eye. "I'm feeling shit with you and…I want more. I want to be more than just your sex thing."

"You aren't-"She began to deny. But he cut her off.

"You come to me only when you want me to fuck you senseless, you leave the money, I wake up and you're gone...When we started this, you literally told me ' I just want sex. So when you see me just assume the pole position and prepare to be worn out.'" He sounded sore on the subject.

"That doesn't mean you're my sex thing. Your more like my anytime lover." She tried to deny.

"You knocked on my door at 11 last night and before I could even say hello you had me up against the door shirtless. No 'hey, how you been since last I saw you 2 weeks ago.' No 'let's hang out.' It was just spread and insert. Then run me through until you're satisfied or I'm too exhausted to move." He gestures towards the door where his shirt laid. She ripped it open before he could open his mouth. The buttons were probably popped off. That's one less shirt he had to wear.

"We do hang out. And I didn't see you complaining a bit when I did it." She smiled. She decided to lighten the conversation. She moved to straddle him. He didn't deny her. He let his hands caress her hips as she fitted herself closer to his naked frame.

"I mean actually hanging out. You coming to one of the band's gigs and fucking me in the janitors closet or backstage doesn't count because you just leave right afterwards and I don't know when you'll pop up again."

"Why sound like a neglected housewife all of a sudden?" She smiles to ease the pressure he was placing on her but he was deadlocked on getting his message across. But he did grin. So maybe he wasn't so heavy on the matter. His hands rubbed circles on her hips.

"I told you. I want more. I woke up one morning and you weren't here and I was genuinely disappointed. I wanted to call but I'm not allowed. I don't know where you live; I don't know what you do. We talk here but only to pass the time until the next round. I know virtually nothing about you deeper than what you like me to do to you, how you smile, or your superficial background. Hell I don't even know your favorite color." He tells her.

"…Why do we need to talk about all this now? Why can't this wait?" She asks him. She leans in to kiss him but he holds her a few centimeters away.

"Because when you leave I don't know when I'll see you again. And I can't stop thinking about this. I want you, little bird. For more than sex. And I don't think I can do this knowing there's no chance for more. " He tells her.

"But…Why ruin what we have with a relationship? We got something good." She begins to rub herself against him, which in turn starts to move the cover off him. She watches the lust in his eyes.

"I didn't say we had to jump straight into a commitment, but I'd like to get into you a little more than penis-wise like you let me now. I mean….All we have is sex. " He says trying to keep the arousal from his voice but failing. His hold on her hips tightens to hold her still but he only adds pressure to her grinds. Which in turn starts to wake up his little friend.

"Hot, spontaneous, wild sex." She smiles. She takes his lessened attention to holding her away as a chance to kiss him. He breathes in as her lips touch his. She was loosening this deadlock of his. She felt it. She was going to win this without having to give any more than she wanted to. She let her hands come up to his chest, playing with his nipple as she did. She began pushing him down onto the bed and he didn't argue. Once she got to him, he always had little to say.

She lets their kisses get deeper, hotter. His hands start pulling her dress up and his little friend was at full attention. She slid one hand down and pulled her panties to the side. He followed suit and brought his little friend in position at her entrance. But just as he did, he caught himself.

"Little Bird….don't do this. I'm trying to talk to you." He said. He went to hold her off but as soon as she slid on him, he couldn't suppress the groan that came deep from inside. She could feel him stretch her and his head throb.

"Shhh. No more talking." She purred. She began to rock them both and his eyelids began to close as his mind raised the white flag. She leans back down and kisses him and he begins to guide her into their rhythm. He fills her to the hilt and every thought flies from his mind. And she has temporarily won this battle.

"B-but…..i…we…..ah…..oh shit…little…bird..." Was all he could get out in his attempt at a protest. Then he completely let go for the moment. He rolled them over and buried his nose in her neck as he held her. His lips made a slow caress. Then he decided he wanted to kiss her neck in a way that made her toes curl, and seeing how his little friend was already doing that, that's a lot to say.

As he rocked her, his speed increasing, she knew he had no words left. She just knew. But just to be sure she didn't have any problems she decided she needed to keep his mind occupied until his body was too tired to fight. And she did. After he brought her to her climax and followed her soon after, she kept him occupied for many times after that. The sun would long since peak over the city buildings before their bodies ceased their dance.

xxx

She woke before him. She was determined to. If she snuck out before he woke, she could avoid the whole conversation. She made sure they didn't fall asleep in a difficult position to escape either. He almost fell asleep on top of her but she complained she couldn't breathe and he moved. They slept with her back to him and his arm wrapped around her waist, spooning. So all she had to do was slide from under his arm. She would replace herself with a pillow but he only had one and usually he used it.

'He really should buy some things for this apartment.' She thought as she put her bra and dress back on. Her underwear was nowhere to be found. This surprised her in this one room flat. And those were one of her favorite pairs.

She looked back at her sleeping mate. He looked angelic. The sun warmed his sun kissed skin in a glow. She sighed. He wanted more than she could give. He knew so little to want to complicate things. But she didn't want him to leave what they had. Then an idea popped in her head. She went in her purse and found a pen. She carried one, yes. She leaned over him and took his wrist. He didn't even budge. His breathing was a deep peaceful sleep. Poor honey. She wore him out. She wrote a little message on his wrist then popped the pen back in the purse. She took her shoes and popped them on right quick before she slid out the door without bidding her lover farewell. When she'd see him again she didn't know. But what she left should keep him hers for a little while longer. Now….it was time to get back to reality. Oh joy.

xxx

Gippal stirred in his bed, he leaned over to pull a body closer to him that wasn't there. He sighed heavily and opened his eyes to find no Rikku. She had once again left him alone. He decided that the talk had no effect. He should try it when they have clothes on next time. If there was a next time. He sighed and went to rub his eyes but he noticed it was bright so he shaded his eyes instead. When he rolled over onto his stomach, he looked at his arm and saw something written.

Yellow –L.B

He smiled.

He was winning. It may not be a big victory but it showed she was listening. She was letting him in. He chuckled and sat up. Yellow...He didn't take her for a yellow. Orange or green maybe. She usually came in something green or blue. She always wore pink or a soft orange lip-gloss.

"But the Little Bird likes Yellow." He told himself and smiled. With that in mind he got up and went to heat up some water. Maybe he should use some of the money to get some hot water running in here. Then he could actually use is small little shower and get to the band's practices quicker. He looked to the small digital clock on the floor by his little radio. It was almost 2'oclock. He had to be at the bar at 3 to practice and his shift started at 5. He needed to get going. He had a good two or three block walk. Sighing he looked back down at his arm…It was still a great day.

"Well, look who decided to finally roll out of bed. Your up at the crack of evening "

Gippal was greeted with nothing less than he expected when he got to rehearsal 20 minutes late. He carried his acoustic in the case at his side and his worn brown leather jacket on his shoulder. He had cleaned up and then headed out the door. He did stop to pay the landlord who had been hounding him. Mr. Rodriguez had a grudge against him since his daughter had made out with him at a nearby block party. Gippal hasn't been near her, or any other woman since he'd met Little Bird but that didn't mean they didn't drool over him. Yufie was always trying to get her dad to let her come and remind him about rent being due every week. And if he said no, coming to hound him himself, Gippal would be caught by her after coming home from work or when he took out his trash. Even when he washed clothes, she somehow found him. He shook the thought. He simply sipped his coffee and went to set his stuff down on the stage.

" Hm?" The blonde mused with a chuckle. " You're not rebutting? Wow. Someone must've gotten a visit from the little birdie then."

" You really spending some time with her. Is it getting serious?" Another member asked. The keyboardist of the band, Baralai.

Gippal simply grinned and walked up to the mic. " Can we get down to business and out of mine?"

" Sure, bro." The original blonde said.

" Well, Shuyin, looks like our friend here has some very settling business." Tidus said to his twin brother. " I say its good for him."

Gippal kind of agreed. Little Bird was good. He needed to keep her around. Most definitely.

TBC


Thats Chapter one of my second newest fic. Im going to hold off on the jabber for now. just one thought i want to hear from my audience. Where do you think Rikku got the nickname? Im going to show it next chapter but i want to hear your imagination. Until next chapter. R&R.

Xoxo,

Ayata-Ayumi