Promises, Promises Pt. 3
by PrettyGothGirl
Summary: Gippal makesa promise to Rikku; Pt. 3, it's not entirely his fault that he promptly forgets it.
A/N: The exciting, and short, conclusion to Promises, Promises. Please, if you liked this story, go read Handyman by 1frickengirl! You can find it at the quitethecouple livejournal community in the memory archives. Thanks so much!

After dinner…

They'd been wrestling, started by Gippal making an attack on Rikku's very ticklish toes and her desperate measures trying to get away from him. Until they'd both run out of breathe. The yellow braided rug was bunched off to one wall, the table had been upturned and the couch was at an odd angle to the rest of the room. Now they lay sprawled on the wood floor, panting like a couple of puppies worn out after playing. Rikku's body draped over his chest.

He carefully poked her shoulder. "You all right?"

"No."

He snorted and closed his eye.

"Don't ask if you don't believe me."

"Your head's on the floor." He muttered. "That can't be very comfortable."

"I can't move." She said. He was pretty sure she stuck out her tongue at him, but as his eye was still closed he couldn't be positive.

"You were moving fast enough earlier."

"You were after my toes."

"They're cute toes. I like 'em." It was all logical and very reasonable. "I want to keep 'em."

"You can't. They're attached to me."

He continued with logical and reasonable. "Then I'll just have to keep you too."

She snorted. "Promises, promises."

He cracked an eye open and pushed his body up with his elbows. A glance at her showed she was smiling. He looked down at Rikku's stomach, as usual bare due to one of her revealing outfits. He considered it for a moment. "I've changed my mind."

"Not unusual." She said, voice flat.

His eyebrow rose, but he carried on. "I want your belly button instead. It's a cute belly button." He shifted his weight to one arm and used a hand to trace around the little dip.

Her eyes widened and she swallowed. "You've still the same problem."

"I see no problem." He cupped her stomach with his hand.

"The spicy fish fried your brain." She said and stretched.

He smirked. It was a nice view. "Nah." She collapsed and maneuvered her way off of his body, until she had a clear section of floor for herself away from him. He rolled and crawled over to her, straddling her body. He peered down into her face. "Or maybe I should have your nose."

She whacked his arm. "Choose something that's not an important part of my body and attached to me permanently."

His brow furrowed. "Why should I do that?" Logical and reasonable again, "If I do that I can't keep you."

"Gip-"

He cut her off with a kiss, since she was insisting on keeping up the argument. He didn't see a problem, especially when her lips were so soft. He pulled away reluctantly. "I like your lips too." He said. She flushed. "I can't decide. I guess I'll just have to see it all, make a list of all the parts I like the most."

Her jaw dropped and he used the opportunity to kiss her more, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. She relaxed and began to respond, arms wrapping around his neck. He ended the kiss and sat up, pulling her up with him. He stood up and hooked an arm under knees. She pulled his head down for another kiss as he carried her to the bedroom. It was the only appropriate place to have these types of games after all.

As the door shut behind them, for some odd reason the word toaster popped into his brain, but for the life of him he couldn't remember why.

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