by PrettyGothGirl
All Disclaimers Apply
Summary: The commsphere network is boring... Rikku has found a way to make it more interesting and somethings Gippal does always breaks her resolve.
Author's Note: This was requested by and is dedicated to the lovely AmazonTurk who is evil and peverse and gave me lots of chocolate covered Gippals to motivate me. Yum. Thank you AmazonTurk! And Hey, That M rating is for real this time so if you aren't 18... shoo! Still taking requests! Email, PM or comment. Love!
Gippal loved hot showers. He loved the feel of scalding water pounding on his back or chest. He loved the steam that rose up and filled the room. He loved the way his skin turned red. Gippal loved being warm and in Djose the best way to be warm was a hot shower.
Every time Rikku turned on the commsphere to watch him part of her always worried that his love of half boiled water and steam would occlude her vision. Either Shinra had thought of that when he invented them or there was never quite enough steam to matter. She always had enough of a view.
Of course, anything would have been enough of a view as long as she could see him. She bit her bottom lip and placed her hands on each side of the image, boxing him in. He was so gorgeous covered in soap and water. He rubbed his skin with his hands. His palms occluded his nipples and as he leaned his head down the water ran down his spine. And when he leaned his head back, the water sprayed on his neck and traveled downwards, pooled on the crease of his hands and then over them before running along his thighs and down to the tiled floor.
He slid his hands down his chest following the water. Her eyes followed them. Caught, waiting, she knew what was coming. Her lip slipped from between her teeth. He looked at the commsphere as he wrapped his soap-covered hand around his cock.
Rikku inhaled between her teeth. He stared at her through the commsphere. Or the angle gave the illusion he was. He fondled his shaft, long and darker than his skin. His eyes closed as he ran a thumb over the head.
Her hands curled. It stiffened, becoming longer and harder. She knew what it felt like. The area between her thighs ached and pulsed. He was always so hot and hard when she touched him like that.
He began to move his hand up and down slowly, thumb on top and two fingers underneath. She had to press her legs together. Damn it. He was doing it deliberately so that she could see how hard he was. She licked her lips, mouth wet. He continued to stroke up and down water streaming down his chest. She barely noticed his other hand teasing his nipple or the way his eyes had snapped back open to stare.
He mouthed her name.
Oh Gippal, come, come on. She swallowed and clenched her inner muscles. She watched riveted. Soon, it had to be soon.
He stiffened and cried out, white liquid exploding from his shaft and hitting the shower wall. He choked out her name.
It wasn't like he hadn't done it before. Yet, it got to her every single time, caught her attention like nothing else. He didn't do it all the time. If he did it might become old and commonplace. Yet when he did, she didn't think she could get enough. She swept her hand across the computer console and stood up. If she hurried, she could get there before he fell asleep and then encourage him for round two.
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