"Let's just get it over with," she'd said to him, scrambled out of her clothes in the most un-sexy way imaginable, moved towards him without any of her usual bounce. Rikku naked was a bit of an anticlimax, really. There wasn't much skin she kept hidden away, honestly.

She was sucking in her stomach. He could see the fine muscles trembling to hold their position. He lay a hand there, slow and deliberate, but she didn't recoil from him, though he could tell she wanted to.

"And where would you like to do this...activity?" he raised an eyebrow, "In the chair? On the desk? Floor?"

Her jaw could have been carved from rock. She stared at him, straight on, but with a peculiar, glazed sheen. Like she was looking right through him.

Gippal swallowed. And then he stood. Ran his hands casually up the smooth length of her arms, then down them again, to rest on her skinny hips. He crowded her back until her shoulder blades grazed the wall.

"Here," he decided, sizing her up, "Right here. Any objections?"

"No," uncharacteristically tight-lipped, "Whatever you want."

"I want to fuck you against this wall," Gippal told her, voice low but still conversational. Rikku nodded.

"Okie-dokie."

"Three times." he added, and started wriggling with the buttons holding his clothes together, "Help me with this, would you?"

She did, quick fingers helping his snap free. She looked at him expectantly, even childishly.

"Can you hurry up? I'm kind of cold."

"Sure," Gippal agreed, and slammed her back, mouth seeking her own and tangling his hands in her long, complicated hair. One of her legs dragged up and hooked around his waist, and then the other one, and her breasts were small and erect when he trailed down to them, and sometimes his mouth pushed too hard and she whimpered, her own hands twisting at his back, breath short and hot against his face.

"Come on," she hissed, legs squeezing him when he paused, hesitating over her familiar scars and delicate, golden hair. "Gippal! I can't be the only virgin in Spira!"

"Wouldn't want that," he agreed, and rolled his hips a little. They were already touching like this. She wriggled a little, nearly mounting him, green eyes narrow with concentration.

"You know I'm not your girlfriend or anything, right-?"

"Doesn't matter," Gippal mumbled, an aching, sweet fog flowing into his mind, "Just as long as you stay Rikku, it's-"

She shifted, and slid, and he grunted as she sank on to him, guiding with her hand. Her fingers were strong, perhaps a little too much so, and he wanted to sink his teeth into her shoulder and bite down until he hit the bone. He braced a hand against the scratched wall behind her, panting. Rikku was still, almost rubbery, so he pushed forwards until he could feel her ribs against his own and then he rolled up, pushing in another few inches and she gasped-