"Interesting. I suppose I could add you to my list."

Lulu's list wasn't particularly long, but it was specific. It consisted of people she lusted after, and it just so happened to correlate with some of the people that were brought into Yuna's party. It was a fun little experiment without an end goal. However, there was something she couldn't accept about this list. It was the fact that two people out of everyone else were ones she had known for many, many years and never made a move to have an experience with. That was deeply usatisfying. Anything could've happened on that pilgrimage, including her own death. Was she going to die without having fulfilled her sexual desire with everyone whom she had suppressed shameless feelings for? Lulu would not have that.

That night before Yuna's pilgrimage, she approached the first victim on her list as he was sitting by the bonfire, chatting away with his fellow Aurochs. They weren't exactly thrilled to have this blonde stranger spontaneously accepted into their team after they had literally fished him out from the sea. Lulu wasn't too keen on his presence, either. His looks resembled someone too much that she was trying hard to let go. But she wasn't here for him. She was here for the bumbling captain himself.

As soon as everyone cleared out, she grabbed ahold of his bicep and pulled him close, "We need to talk."

"O-okay..." He said, following her to her tent. As soon as he was inside, she brought the curtain to her entrance down and turned to the trembling blitzer before her. His nervous reaction was somewhat endearing.

"Uh... something wrong?" He asked, afraid of receiving another lecture. She kept her lips sealed as she walked forward until her breasts were just barely touching his. His eyes dropped to the mounds of flesh beneath her chin, as they always had oftentimes before. Normally, she wouldn't reprimanded him for peeping at her, but this time she encouraged it.

"You like them." She said and before he could answer she took his large hands and rested them on the soft area. "Massage them."

He did as he was told and fondled and squeezed. Gently, at first and then rougher. She cursed the thick, wired piece of fabric that separated her skin from his, and she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Undress me."

He became more eager as he pulled her close and tangled his fingers in the laces of her corset. He tore it open and she moaned loudly as the feeling of the cold draft against her skin. The moans became louder as her dress fell around her ankles and his hands touched her once again.

"They're... um... they're really... big..." was all he could say. Lulu didn't mind. She didn't expect him to be an expert at finding the right words for this.

"Do you know where they like to be?" She asked him and he looked at her with a questioning expression . "Use your imagination. I know you have one."

Not even a second later, he was on his knees and his mouth was where his hand previously was. His tongue teased her hardened nipple while his free hand played across the other. She threw her head back and her mouth released a pleasing noise. He nipped and bit, invoking the excitement between her legs. His sudden skills impressed her greatly. Perhaps she underestimated him.

He surprised her as his lips moved downward. He left a trail of kisses down her sternum to her navel, where his tongue lightly graced the area. Her fingers were locked in his red hair and she gasped as she felt his tongue press in between her legs. The same action he performed on her nipple was repeated on her clitoris and her muscles around that area tensed. She moved her hips slightly against his mouth.

"Yevon..." she moaned. How she had missed this.

He stood up and she took initiative to begin undressing him. She unlatched the straps on his top and let it fall. His arm guard was tossed to the side and she took his dolphin necklace in hand and tugged it.

"I want to see you in nothing but this."

She ran her hands down his bare chest, exploring every muscle. Muscles that have been shaped and molded by his blitzball career. His skin was hot to the touch and her fingertips smoothed over his abs, making his abdomen flinch. When her hands reached his belt buckle, she shivered with excitement as she felt the hard bulge underneath the fabric of his pants.

Growing impatient, she undid his belt, pulled his pants down, and gripped it. Hard. He inhaled sharply through his teeth as she stroked him. His cock was wonderful. Thick, long, erect, and she had to fight the urge to throw him back against the bed and mount him vigorously. For now. She was intent on teasing him.

She was on her knees, taking his length into her awaiting mouth and bobbing her head. He moaned and bit his lip, gripping her hair gently.

"Fuck... you're good at this..."

She smiled around her mouthful. Her tongue ran from the base of his member to the tip, chills traveling down his spine. He, too, had suffered a long period of time without sensual touches. When she felt as though he'd had enough she stood up and leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and smashing her mouth against his.

He fell back against her bed and she continued tongue wrestling with him and pulled away to look at his naked chest rising and falling. She loved seeing him this way, listening to him pant and seeing his eyes absorbing her bare skin.

He called her name as she slowly slipped him inside of her. His hands smoothed over her thighs and she began to move. His thumbs traced the outline of her nipples. Suddenly, he changed the rules of this game and boldly flipped her over onto her back.

"This is new," she said. A red hue appeared across his cheeks and he smiled at her. He began thrusting and his pace increased as he felt himself approaching his climax. Her legs squeezed his waist and she moaned loud enough for the rest of the island to hear. He held on, wanting to finish with her until both cried out at the same time. She felt his warm essence inside of her and he pressed his lips against hers in a soft peck.

He flopped himself next to her, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"I needed that..." he said.

"Me too," Lulu replied. He turned to his side and fell into a peaceful sleep in seconds. After a while, Lulu sat up and turned her head to the man very softly snoring halfway hidden underneath the covers. She carefully opened her drawer and took out a small notebook and a pen and crossed out Wakka's name, smiling to herself.