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.
