Bam! Volley Ball to the face!
"Ahh, my brains! My precious brains!" Cried Rikku.
"What brains?" Yuna asked in a snark voice.
"Enough of this shenanigans, let's get going, Rikku." Wakka asserted. Rikku stormed and they were left alone together on the beach.
"Yuna babe," Wakka said turning towards her, "I got somethin' to say to ya."
Yuna looked at the large man, his sweat drenched figure glistening in the moonlight. He was extremely tone, just the way a Blintzball player should be.
"Yes?" She replied, her voice quivering in the moonlight.
"Do you know, ever since I first met you, I've, I've found you so … so alluring. There's something about your…"
"Yes?!"
"Your titties."
"What?!"
"Your tits. They're amazing. So gorgeous."
"But…I don't have any…"
Wakka grabbed Yuna's breasts. "Yes you do," he said sensually, "they're right here." Yuna swooned and her dress fell off into the soft waters below. She looked down: the tide was coming in and the foam of the bubbling sea washed about their loins playfully.
"Come on babe, I want to hold you, touch you, feel you always." Wakka crooned into her ear.
"Is that a line from a song?"
"No babe, I made it up right now, just for you." He proceeded to extract himself from his restricting articles of clothing.
"But Wakka," her breasts quivered sensually, "What if Sin comes?"
"Baby, the only sin that your great Yeven will be seeing tonight is you and me fucking on the beach."
"But the tide, it's up to our necks!"
"Ya…Let's go home, babe." He said, swimming ashore.
And they banged all the way home.
