So ya'll saw this chapter coming. Because I warned you last chapter? Maybe. Because sometimes…when two people are in love they choose to express it…physically? Maybe. Because I gave it an M rating? Probably. But, I've designed it for the squeamish at heart to have an escape route. If the racy stuff isn't your cup of tea, just read the italic parts, including the song…because it's amazing. I'm gonna go jam out to it right now. Thanks for reviews. You guys rule!
I'm home alone tonight.
Full moon illuminates my room,
And sends my mind aflight.
I think I was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly possible
With you
"Are you falling asleep up there?" Gippal asked from his spot on her lap. Rikku opened her hazy eyes to the halls of Via Purifico. She half expected to wake up and find it all a dream. A part of her was still wandering half alive in the desert. Gippal's futile efforts of bringing her back to the real world failed at first. Then, he gently tapped at her face with his palm. "Don't die on me yet, Cid's girl."
Rikku yawned loudly, "Sorry."
"You can sleep in a place like this?"
"Trust me, as far as creepy dungeons go, this is the luxury sweet."She shifted her weight slowly, remembering the wound on her chest. The tight skin encasing her heart and lungs squeezed as she tried to sit up straighter. She whimpered at the pain, trying not to worry Gippal.
But Gippal was keen to every noise that came out of her. He recognized her pain instantly and asked, "You okay?"
"She didn't have to shoot me, ya know. I think I might be a pushover. She probably could have just threatened me and I'd have come," she joked. Gippal struggled to find the humor in their situation. "It'll heal. It's just sore right now."
Gippal turned over and came up on his knees. He knelt across from her as she sat flat on her bottom with her legs stretched out on either side of him. Gippal inspected the wound with his good eye. The coin sized wounds puckered at the edges where the blood strived to harden and protect itself. If she stretched hard enough, they would break loose and bleed again. He tried to remain tender for the circumstances. Shirt ripping and screaming in passion were all well and fine and Gippal preferred it greatly, but he wanted to kiss her and he was on her terms.
Gippal slowly lowered his face to the spot. Their breaths opposed each other; as her chest heaved to inhale, his breath released in soft puffs across the bare part of her chest. His hands lingered anxiously at his side until she laced her fingers in his to pull him closer. His dry lips went moist, knowing full well they had a job to do. He marked her wound with three light kisses atop each threatening scar. Rikku's heart raced quicker with each one, the sound of which echoed like thunder in her ears.
Gippal pulled back and grinned.
So I call you on the tin can phone.
We rendezvous by quarter-to,
And make sure we're alone.
I think I've found a way for you and I to finally fly free.
"I'd like to buy a tent," Rikku explained to the Al Bhed woman behind the counter of Rin's Thunder Planes travel agency."
The woman's eyes went wide, shocked and confused, "Lusa ykyeh? (Come again?)"
"Y dahd, (A tent)" she repeated in the woman's native tongue.
"Ma'am, I don't think that would be a wise decision." In the distance, lightning searched the vast planes for the towers, but some stray bolts still played tag with the open areas. The steel poles of the tent were like bull's eyes.
"Listen, lady, I got money to spend here. Gimme' a tent." With Sin defeated and her father urging her to join the rest of the world and live a little, Rikku could spare some time to get over her childish fear of thunder and lightning.
"I think you'd be much safer in here. I'll even give you a discount."
Rikku shook her head. She traversed the planes to the inn wearing a ghastly pair of yellow rain boots. As she argued with the inn keeper, Rikku slipped on a pair of heavy black rubber welding gloves. "I'm sure I'll be fine. Thanks anyways."
The woman eventually surrendered and handed her a tent. The tanned canvas had been coiled into itself with the rods secured in the center; an Al Bhed seal of craftsmanship labeled the front.
As Rikku exited with her tent under arm, she tried to remember the Al Bhed rules of Spiran lightning dodging. When lightning is about to touch down, the sky above tears into a thin white line. The lightning comes from that opening alone. Generally, the rule to follow was: If the crack in the sky is above, the lightning will crash below.
"I hope you're not planning anything foolish," Rin offered. He arrived hauling a wagon of supplies behind him, the boxes all marked with the Al Bhed seal.
Rikku grinned, "Nothing more foolish than usual."
Rin's distinct voice filled Rikku's ears with advice she carried with her long after her night on the Thunder Planes: "When the moment is right, do not hesitate. Moments come quickly like a gunshot. When the opportunity arrives, make the necessary move."
"Um...what?" Rikku asked.
Rin snickered in a low tone at her confusion. "When you see that crack the sky, jump."
When we get there,
We're gonna fly so far away,
Making sure to laugh;
While we experience anti-gravity.
Anti-gravity
Rikku stared down at Gippal's expectant lips and remembered those fateful words: When the opportunity arrives, make the necessary move.
Rikku crushed her lips into his. Her bare fingers shoved Gippal down to the hard ground with a gentle force, both lovers ignoring their wounds and their confusion. Gippal straightened his legs to get more comfortable as Rikku crawled up his bare chest. Rikku broke the kiss momentarily to whisper in a hoarse voice, "I don't know what I'm doing."
Gippal laughed quietly. "So far so good. But are you sure you wouldn't want something a little more romantic? Candles, flowers, bubble bath?"
"Gippal, this romance is as far from a romance as one can get. A deadly labyrinth in the midst of a growing holy war is candles and flowers for me."
Gippal smiled in response and said, "Well then…continue."
Rikku happily obliged. Her mouth traveled back to its previous destination and Gippal's hands came up to pull her closer. The palm he placed across the smooth span of her back took comfort in feeling every muscle contract and stretch in response to his electric touch.
Every player arrived on cue. Their tongues met precisely between their two hungry mouths. Their hands explored every inch of bare skin they could gather before craving more. Rikku's hips pressed gently into his with enough pressure for him to know what she was expecting. Rikku caught Gippal's face in her hands. She took a quick pleasure, feeling the bare skin where his eye patch usually crossed and covered. Gippal recognized the small gesture and smirked into the kiss. She giggled in response. The pair of ragged breaths fell into opposition again. The oxygen Rikku took in gasps and short breaths came mixed with the carbon dioxide Gippal released in pants. She could survive on this alone. Whatever came from him would suffice and sustain her for a lifetime.
Gippal questioned hesitance as his next move but quickly dismissed it. She made her desire very clear and there was no point in denying her, especially not when perfect moments with her were so rare. The last time he found himself in this position, his hesitance was partially to blame for his lack of success in subduing her. This time, he would have his prize. He unknotted the tie that secured Rikku's bare skin in a yellow trap. She happily met him half way by untying the loops about her neck. They both hastily tossed the garment to the ground.
Gippal found himself in a struggle. He wanted to see what the yellow top had secured for so many years, but each time he opened his eyes lids, his eyes would roll back into his skull in response to the throngs of pleasure waves sent out but the mere thought of seeing Rikku undressed. Finally, his body adjusted to the excess sensations just enough for his good eye to catch a glimpse of what his hands were so busily kneading. And just as he assumed, it was perfection, like every other ounce of Rikku. Their lips had not parted since it began.
Rikku never knew surrendering could feel so wonderful. His rugged grasp fondling her sensitive undiscovered skin caused her to growl and moan in ways she never imagined. She wanted this moment to be perfect with no clichés, but she couldn't help but moan his name in between breaths.
"Gippal…" she breathed.
At the call of his name, he pulled his lips away. The mere sound of her voice forming to say his name sent tsunamis of fire through his veins. They both seized the opportunity to claim fresh air. Not that the euphoric toxins released in each partner's breath weren't completely arousing, but Rikku was sure if she didn't get a hold of pure oxygen she might go into a frenzy and never allow his mouth to leave hers. She wondered how bad that would be. Rikku threw her head back to keep from finding out. Her braids trickled down her back and stuck to the areas where sweat had begun to pool.
"Hey, I'm gonna need to take the reins here for this next part," he commanded happily. She didn't say a word in response; she simply grinned devilishly and leaned back onto her heals. Gippal forced her down lightly to the ground from there, using her new position to his advantage.
Rikku welcomed the feel of the cold ground on her bare back and backs of her legs because the kisses he planted on her face and neck quickly traveled lower creating even more of a dizzying blaze in her lower stomach. The moist imprints he left atop her collar bone finally came to a standstill on top of her right nipple. Her back arched automatically. Gippal's tongue flicked softly between his lip and her exposed breast while his other hand continued to squeeze her other breast. She again moaned his name, this time with an even deeper growl. Her hands went mad in their idle state, so she allowed them to burrow into Gippal's thick blonde hair, combing through with every sweep of his tongue against her sensitive skin. Gippal released his mouth but only so he could switch sides, this breast tasting sweeter and yet, just as sweet.
He longed to torture her further. His hands explored deeper as his kisses returned to her collarbone. Gippal's palms formed a stroking pattern up and down her smooth thighs stopping just above her knee and just below the seams of her yellow bikini bottom. Rikku caught onto his rhythm and used it to her advantage. As his hands ventured back up, she writhed her bottom lower beneath him, causing a stray finger to brush over the fabric between her legs as light as air, but just enough to make her crave more. As punishment for getting ahead of herself, Gippal brought his hands back to her hips but brought his face down to her navel. Rikku could feel his warm breath gusting over her belly button. His thumbs swept over the zipper of her khaki skirt, annoying her further.
"Ugh," she groaned in frustration, "just take it off. We both know you want to." He chuckled just before lowering her zipper one painful tooth at a time. The sound of the metal teeth releasing from one another echoed loudly in Rikku's brain. She wanted to torture him the same way, but knew when it came time to unzip him, she'd be much more hasty. When the zipper reached the end of its track, Rikku squirmed and wiggled to help Gippal remove the skirt completely. All that remained were Gippal's black pants and the bottom half of Rikku's bright yellow bikini. Neither Al Bhed could decide which one should come off first.
Rikku urgently made the next move by pulling Gippal's mouth and hands back up to her face and yanking at the clasps on his pants while he was distracted with her kiss. Gippal planted two strong arms on either side of her to gather balance while she undressed him. Visually, Rikku wasn't sure what to expect for she had never been intimate with a man before. All her instincts told her was that whatever was beneath she had to have. She was too impatient to wait for the entirety of his bottoms to come off. As soon as she had enough space for her slender fingers to sneak in and wrap around his manhood, they seized the opportunity gladly. Gippal moaned into the deep kiss he was struggling to concentrate on. His balance wavered beneath him and his mind raced with thoughts of releasing his arms so he could burry himself into her.
The soft skin flexing hard in her palm was an excitement she awaited the moment she realized she loved Gippal. Being in love with him told her that someday she would want to make love to him. Now that the moment was hers, she ravaged every second of it. Rikku's gentle fingers slid over the skin, back in forth in the same metronome rhythm Gippal used on her thighs. To counterattack the waves of ecstasy filling his being, Gippal worked a thumb under each corner of her bikini bottom and dragged the remaining clothing article down past her bottom.
That was when the dream-like world of elation became a blissful reality. It wasn't just anyone making her feel so grand, and it wasn't just any voice calling his name.
He finally had her.
That was the reality of the situation.
No matter what level of rapture his brain and body departed to or how deep of a sexual trance Rikku was in.
They had each other now.
Completely.
Gippal looked down before taking the final step and whispered, "I love you. I know that's cheesy…but…while we're still in the real world…I wanted you to know."
"I love you too," she replied with a joyous tear forming in the pane of her eye.
Uncertainty and indecision ceased.
Gippal slowly lowered himself between his legs. Rikku instinctively braced herself, unsure for what exactly. As he tenderly slid past her entrance, he applied a soft pressure to break through the thin barrier separating him from entering her completely. The pain felt like a stab, but Gippal replaced it with elated pleasure when he worked into a steady cadence. Rikku's timid bucking hips fell into tempo with his rhythm. Soon, they were progressing in time with one another. Rikku fell back into her dream world of sensation, reminding herself of his words so she knew there would be no waking up.
This was it.
This was reality.
They were making love.
Each kiss and ecstatic moan grew in passion as the fiery feeling grew in the pit of her stomach. Rikku was uncertain of the sensation's origin. All she knew was that Gippal being inside of her made it grow and squelched it all at once. Gippal's pace quickened and Rikku followed without missing a beat, every time going slightly deeper or slightly harder. Gippal's intense arousal mirrored Rikku's own. He too felt his body culminating into one pinnacle wave of passion. He had to hold off on releasing this until he was absolutely sure Rikku was at the same level.
Rikku dismissed his doubt when she screamed, "Gippal…I feel like I'm going to explode!"
Gippal felt her walls tighten and tremble around him as Rikku let out a final exasperated moan. The aching fire had been put out; leaving a smoldering ember that could quickly grow into an inferno again with any touch from Gippal. Gippal's body released in a perfect reflection of her own orgasm. He shuttered between her legs while the passion inside of him emptied to join her own.
With their bodies still in pleasure overdrive, their young minds desperately screamed out to reality.
"I love you," she said.
"I love you," he replied.
For years, I kept it to myself.
Now potentialities are bound,
Are living under my shelf.
Simply choose your destination from the diamond canopy,
And we'll be there.
Rikku slipped down the stairs, one gangly leg after another. She was thirteen and her mother had finally allowed her to wear a two piece bathing suit. The top was still a touch too loose, but Marina assured her daughter she would blossom into it.
"That yellow color is very becoming on you, Rikku," Marina stated, carrying two glasses of freezing water. Rikku attempted to snatch one up, it was a hot day, even for an Al Bhed. Marina lurched back. "These aren't for you. Your father is working on some machina to end all machina down there and-" she stopped short when the basement door opened.
Gippal stretched out in the door way. His sweaty undershirt was slung over his greasy shoulder. Suddenly, Rikku found herself wishing that 'blossoming' day would appear instantaneously. She could feel her whole body blushing. She quickly unfolded the towel under her arm and wrapped it around her teenage body. Gippal was only two years older but already it seemed puberty had shined in his favor. Muscles she didn't even know boys had sprung up on his abdomen and biceps and called to her like electricity.
Marina watched the awkward tension build as Rikku studied Gippal's new physique and Gippal found himself wondering just how far up underneath that towel Rikku's legs went. "Gippal!" Marina called. "How are things going down there?"
Gippal snapped out of his trance but his eyes kept wandering to the hem of the towel. "It's fine. We've got a lot of loose wires to get taken care of, but it's looking good."
"Are you boys thirsty? I was just about to bring you some water."
Gippal used his shirt to wipe sweat from his brow. "Actually, I'm clocking out for the day. It's way too hot in that basement. I was gonna ask to use your shower."
Rikku's blush grew deeper at the thought of Gippal disrobing anywhere in her house. "You know, Rikku and some friends are taking some hovers down to the oasis if you'd like to-"
"No!" Rikku squealed. "Girls only! Sorry, bolt brain, you understand."Gippal shrugged. "Mother, it has been a pleasure, but my friends are expecting me," she said in her most grown up voice.
With that, Rikku stormed out in a tempestuous yet regal manner. Before slamming the entrance doors behind her, she swore she could hear Brother reprimanding Gippal, "Yna oui cdynehk yd so cecdan? Knucc! (Are you staring at my sister? Gross!)"
So I call you on the tin can phone.
We rendezvous by quarter-to,
And make sure we're alone.
I think I've found the way for you and I to finally be free
Rikku discovered quickly that sex with Gippal was something she enjoyed greatly. The moment sanity returned, she yearned to have it disappear again. However, after the third time Rikku threw herself upon him, Gippal's body began to give out. Rikku laid with her head on his chest, ignoring his sweat tangling in her braids. "One more time…I promise…one more time," she begged.
Gippal looked down at her. His broad arms were wrapped tight around her. "Rikku…I'm done. I am completely useless right now. Do you even remember that we stopped walking so I could rest?" His anger was a shallow act.
But just the sound of the word 'no' set Rikku off. Ideas for remedies poured aimlessly out of her mouth to no avail. Still rambling about ways around his fatigue, she joked, "I'll put on a white mage dress sphere and cure you!"
Gippal smiled with his eye lids going heavy and descending slowly. "You sound absolutely crazy. I don't even know what a dress sphere is!"
Rikku shot up as if she had been shocked. "Gippal! That's it! You're a freaking genius!"
"Good. I'm a genius. Now let me sleep." With the weight of her removed from him, he rolled onto his stomach to rest. He could hear her rummaging through her side pack on the other end of him. "What are you doing?" he mumbled into the ground.
"My dress sphere. My special dress sphere!"
When we get there,
We're gonna fly so far away,
Making sure to laugh;
While we experience anti-gravity.
Anti-gravity
-Incubus