Midnight Show Part 3

Once they were at Gippal's house, he bowed and stretched an arm out towards the room that made up most of his apartment.

"My palace, Princess Rikku." He said in a regal tone. She took a step forward. Even though it was small, it was nice. "Is it to your liking?" he asked, straightening up.

"Yes. It's nice. Kinda…" Rikku took a step toward him. "…cozy." She finished. He took a step towards her. He was so close, Rikku could feel his body heat. He put his hand on her cheek, tracing her jaw, expecting her to submit to him as she had done earlier. As much as she wanted to just close her eyes and enjoy the feeling of his touch, her pride was getting a little too big for that. Nuh-uh Gippal. Try again. She thought. Turning away, she took a few steps inside, viewing the room. There was a room with a TV, a kitchen with half a wall covering it, and an adjoining room. His bedroom. Rikku shivered at the thought of being in there. She flopped down on the couch. There was an amused "Hm!" behind her. She grinned. Brava Rikku, brava.

"So! Whatcha got planned?" Rikku asked, using a bubbly voice.

"Hmmm… Well I know a pretty kickass recipe for hot chocolate. Sound good?" Gippal asked, keeping his tone steady. Rikku grinned up at him.

"Let me guess… it's the 'old powdered just add milk water or both and you're done' kickass recipe?" she asked.

"Nooo. I have actual chocolate. And do you prefer water or milk?" he asked, trying to sound as much as a butler as possible. Although it wasn't happening anytime soon, he thought he deserved points for trying to sound noble.

"Pfft. Milk please." She said.

Surprisingly, Gippal's hot chocolate was pretty good. She and Gippal sat there, talking about memories of all the crazy things they had done together. At one point, Gippal took a large gulp from his mug, taking his lips away to show a large clump of whipped cream stuck to his nose. Rikku started laughing when she saw.

"What're you laughing at?" he said, dipping his finger in his whipped cream and putting some on Rikku's nose. Rikku faked a horrified expression, putting her hand over her heart for affect.

"It's on NOW buddy-boy!" she yelled, scooping some whipped cream out of her cup. They continued to fling whipped cream at each other until Gippal grabbed Rikku's wrist and laid back, taking Rikku with him. She landed on top of him, with a squeak.

"You're cute, Cid's girl. You know that?" he whispered. She smiled sweetly to back up his statement.

"And you're not as bad as you look, y'know?" she murmured.

"Why, thank you. Aren't I just enchanting once you get to know me?" Gippal asked sarcastically. He couldn't tell if Rikku picked up on it or not. He could feel Rikku's heart pounding. As if it could put her at ease, he kissed her cheek. Feeling her pulse quicken, he smiled. Well I guess that won't work. He thought. Slowly, but without hesitation, Gippal leaned forward and kissed her.

It didn't even last a second, but it was enough to make Rikku freeze. She stared at Gippal, as if she was trying to drill a hole in his forehead and find out what he was thinking. After all, she desperately wanted to know. When he didn't kiss her again, Rikku looked at him quizzically. Just one? When's that been his style? She thought. He answered her look as if he read her mind.

"What? It's not as if I have to get every woman I bring to my house in bed, do I? After all… I'm only sixteen. And you're only fifteen." He said, his tone sincere. All the while, he slowly slid his hand down Rikku's spine, making her shudder. She discreetly reached behind her and felt around before she found the can of whipped cream.

"Well…" she said, taking it in her hand and positioning her finger on the nozzle of it. "… I guess not." She finished, moving it in front of his face and pushing down. She moved it around until it covered his face. He didn't make a move until she had finished. When she had, he sat up and wiped his face off as she triumphantly capped the can once again.

"Life is cruel to the hopeless romantics… in' it?" he said as he flung some of the whipped cream at her. And so began the war of the cream once again.

If you can keep a secret, I can keep a secret.

The last three were short because before it was all one big document but then the thing was like 'NO IT'S TOO BIG I DON'T LIKE THAT NO!' so I had to divide 'em up. Just explainin the shortiness if you care.