Title: Game and Match

Author: Micayasha

Summary: Gippal is bored while Baralai is doing paperwork. How long can the Praetor hold out with our favorite one-eyed Al Bhed trying to distract him?

Rating: K+

Word Count: 268

Warnings/Spoilers: None.


"Gippal."

My mouth is too busy to answer.

"Gippal, stop it."

I make a muffled noise against his neck that he takes to be a refusal—for which I mentally congratulate him.

"I mean it."

"Mmph."

"Gippal, I have work to do." His voice is stern, but the effect is entirely ruined by the gasp that escapes his beautiful pink lips as I nibble the smooth, satin skin where his neck meets his shoulder; a weak spot I've found over the years.

"Can wait," I mumble, tracing the shell of his ear with my tongue and blowing gently into it. I shift my weight so I am sitting full on his lap, straddling him. From experience, I know he can take my weight.

"Gippal!" It is halfway between a groan of frustration and one of pleasure.

"You're so stuffy," I whine, dipping my head down and trailing kisses down the side of his neck. I slip back his robes a little to reveal that perfect bronze skin, and I kiss that, too.

He breathes in sharply, and I can feel his body tensing up. He is trying to resist. I smirk. Good luck with that, sweetie-pie. I'll have you on the desk in no time.

"It comes with—ah!—the post! I have to be!"

"Well—give—it a—rest for an—hour!" I retort between showering kisses across his shoulder and collarbone. His head falls back and the pen slips from his hand.

"Oh, Yevon!"

Suddenly I find myself pinned to his desk, the paperwork fluttering down to the floor or crumpled beneath me—and soon, beneath Baralai, too.

Heh. Game and match.