by PrettyGothGirl
All Disclaimers Apply
Summary:The Commsphere Network is boring, and Rikku (again) has just decided to up the ante in their little contest.
A/N: I've had people wondering about the order these go in. I was too, so I put together a timeline. It goes Four, Two, One, Five, Six, Three, and Seven. And, no idea what comes next.
Gippal needed to change his locks. It was too simple for Rikku to pick them and slip into his living quarters unnoticed. Of course, Gippal could just give her a key so she could let herself in and out. That didn't feel right though to her. It would be too easy. It would make their relationship closer to official. She didn't feel ready to make this mutual slaking of lust into a "relationship." It would ruin things somehow.
Watching each other over the commsphere, dinner every once in a while, sex, lots and lots of sex was simplistic and easy. To go beyond that, to have a key to his place, a slot in his life titled "girlfriend" would cause expectations and invoke rituals that could cause the other hurt. This easy trading on sexual desires kept her natural possessiveness to a minimum.
She eased the door shut behind her. She frowned and shook her head. She was here for a good time and those thoughts had no place. She leaned down and took off her shoes, placing them to the side of the door as she tiptoed through his darkened 'living area' towards the beckoning ray of light across the room. She froze at every unexpected sound, heart stopping. She skirted the light and paused at the wall next to his bedroom. She peered around the jamb, hoping she'd timed his evening shower right. The alarm usually went off near this time.
Gippal's broad back disappeared through another door. She grinned and counted to ten inside her head before gently opening the bedroom door a little more stopping it just before the creak and slipping through. She walked lightly across to the other door and opened it a crack and disabled the alarm.
It wouldn't do for anyone on the Celsius to notice there was more than there should be coming from Djose.
Metal grated against metal for a moment and then she heard leather slide across it. She focused her eyes past the alarm and gripped the jamb tightly. Gippal shrugged out of his upper armor.
She usually missed this part or was too busy pulling his clothes off to appreciate it.
He slipped his over pants off and stood back up, another snap of metal. Rikku imagined his long fingers unhooking the buckle of his belt. His pants sagged to his hips. She licked her lips. He tugged on the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, the material bunched around his shoulders. She traveled the length of his spine with her eyes, noting every bump. Her mouth watered at the flexing of the muscles. Gippal stretched, holding the shirt over his head. He moaned.
Rikku almost moaned with him. She longed to trail her hands down his skin, kiss every dimple and crease in his muscles. Her fingers twitched. She could hear her heart in her ears. Oh Gippal, run her nose along his neck, smell his sweat and the accumulated machine smells of the day. She swallowed and it sounded far too loud.
He threw the shirt down and hooked his thumbs in his pants and began to shove them down. Heat flooded through Rikku, from her face to her toes. They were about his ankles too soon. He stepped out of them. His ass was firm, round, smooth and she longed to grab it, knead and do things to him, all bad.
He stepped into the shower and the curtain closed behind him.
She sighed as the water turned on and closed the door. It was too short of a view and she only had one angle. She stood and started to take her own clothes off as she walked to the bed. Maybe, she should add more commspheres to his bathroom, like two more. He had three in her bunk, why couldn't she have three in his bathroom? It'd be fair, unless she added one to his bedroom too. She smiled. If she could see that every morning and night, it'd be worth the trouble.
She piled her clothes out of the way, turned off the lights and climbed into bed. She curled up on the covers, head pillowed on her arm. Watching him had almost ruined the effects of her shower. She listened to the sound of the water, She thought of his hands running along his own skin, water and soap mixing, beads and trails and rivulets, smooth, slick. She grinned, rubbing one ankle over the other. Yum.
The water stopped.
She propped her head up on her hand and watched the door. It opened. The light spilled across her on his bed, the perfect angle. He stopped. A towel was wrapped around his waist and he stared.
She smiled and brushed her free fingers along her thigh. "Surprise."
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