Just a warning. This story is rated M. There is some strong sexual content in this chapter. You've been warned.
Ch. 12 Conjugal Visitation
By week four, the newlyweds were doing well. They knew most of their spouses likes and dislikes. Mr. Isaaru was pleased with their progress. On a personal note, he wasn't particularly pleased with Datto Jones. He was spending too much time with Calli before the second semester. He entered his bachelor pad with her late one evening. He never brought any of his guests over before sunset. He couldn't risk his nosy neighbor, Mrs. Addison, informing his landlord and perhaps the local authorities. He took her coat and hung it up.
"Take off your shoes. Get comfortable," he said, moving to put on some soothing music. He had dinner simmering, the table was set, and now his date was here for the seducing. He poured her a glass of white wine, and then one for himself.
"Thanks."
She took a tentative sip of the wine and moved to the white sofa. He followed her, sitting in the recliner, propping his feet up on the ottoman.
"So, how's the marriage going? Seriously?" he asked.
"Oh, it's going pretty good. Datto and I get along great."
Then why did you lie to him about where you were going? She was staying at his house this week. She liked Datto a lot. He was the kind of guy she could be serious about. This…fling with Mr. Isaaru was something she'd done because she liked to experience new things.
"I see. That's good. It's nice to have friends."
She wanted to tell them that they were becoming a little more than friends. In fact, way more than friends. She had invited him into her bed at her home, and he hadn't refused.
"Well…Mr. Isaaru…"
"Call me Clive in my home. You know that. What is it?"
"It's about Datto. I like him a lot."
Mr. Isaaru took a sip of his wine. This information wasn't particularly troubling to him. He had half a dozen more girls on his list. Maybe being around Datto was in fact good for Calli and him. No one would suspect anything.
Calli stood up to go. "I can't stay. I told Datto I was going home to get something."
He frowned. "That's too bad. I made rigatoni."
"Sorry," she said again, walking to the door. He didn't know it, but she wasn't going to see him anymore.
"Wakka, you put too much flour in this," Lulu laughed, as her sticky fingers tried to press the dough in the bowl into something decent.
"Nonsense. Auron says there's never enough flour," he said, wiping his hands on his dirty apron. They were at his house, attempting to make cookies.
Lulu smiled at him. Being around Wakka on a continuous basis these past weeks had been the happiest she'd been in quite a while. She hadn't seen very much of Seymour, but it didn't bother her as much as she would have previously thought. He smiled back. He would have never imagined being in his kitchen making cookies, and enjoying himself.
"Look at you. You're a mess, ya," he said, looking at the flour in her hair, and all over her clothes. He didn't look much better. They'd had a mini flour war when they had begun.
"I'm going to have to add 'can't bake cookies' to the list of things my husband doesn't know how to do," she teased.
"Ya? Well, I'm gonna have to add 'wife can't take her eyes away from my naked body' to the list."
Lulu looked away, her cheeks on fire. Seeing Wakka in all of his glory had been shocking, embarrassing, and most of all, fantastic. He was right. She had had a difficult time tearing her eyes away.
"You snatched the towel off!" she said in her defense.
"You scared the shit out of me, ya! You made it sound like your mother was going to come after me with a knife."
"Maybe a pair of sewing shears," she admitted.
He watched her place the dough on the cookie sheet. He wondered if she ever baked for Seymour. The doorbell rang suddenly.
"Keep working. I'll get rid of 'em," he told her, and headed out to the front door. He opened it. Seymour stood there. Wakka frowned.
"What are you doing here, ya?"
"I'm here to see Lulu. What else?"
"Well, she's busy, ya. Come back some otha time."
He began to close the door. Seymour held it.
"Don't play with me, Wakka. Where is she?"
"I'm not playin'. This is my house. I decide who comes in or not. Now, if you want to challenge that…"
Seymour debated. He was sure he didn't have the strength to take Wakka on. "LULU!" he shouted instead.
Wakka moved his hand and closed the door. Lulu came out of the kitchen.
"Is that Seymour?"
"Ya. Get rid of him. This is our time."
Mr. Isaaru allowed free time on Sundays. They weren't required to spend that day together. Lulu nodded and went to the door. Wakka went back to the kitchen.
She opened the door. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you. I haven't seen you outside of school since two Sundays ago." The last Sunday he had gone with his father to Bevelle.
"Well, you know that Sunday is my free day."
"Yes, well, maybe I should speak to Mr. Isaaru about that. I'm sure he'll give you special treatment if I ask him."
"No. I don't deserve special treatment."
And she certainly didn't want him to think that she needed him to get it for her. He always made it a point to prove to her that he was more important than she at the school.
"Okay. Wakka was a bit rude today. Have you told him anything?" he asked, the threat clear.
"Of course not," she said, though she was a bit happy that Wakka had shown some hostility toward Seymour.
"Lulu, I'm warning you. If even think about telling him things about me, you'll regret it. I promise you."
"Don't threaten me, Seymour."
He stepped closer. "What?" he demanded. He put a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, Lu, are we gonna finish or not?" Wakka called from the kitchen.
"It's LULU!" Seymour yelled, squeezing her shoulder tightly. She managed to free herself from his clutches.
"I'll see you Sunday, Seymour," she said, and closed the door. She put the lock on it. She could see him standing there for a few moments longer. Then, he turned and walked away.
Lulu returned to the kitchen. "We better get this mess cleaned up," she said, walking over to get the broom.
Wakka noticed that her mood had changed. He didn't like it one bit. He was going to have to make sure that Seymour stayed away from her during the week.
He put the cookies in the oven and picked up a rag to wipe the counters. He had been joking with her earlier about seeing his naked body, but the truth was, he hadn't minded at all. It had actually turned him on a bit, knowing her eyes were curious enough to look.
"Listen, in two weeks we'll be off house arrest, okay? And then, full steam ahead," Baralai said, as he stood next to his truck.
It was after school and the Abes were complaining about the "marital" situation. Naturally, Yuna couldn't go out at this time. He couldn't wait, either. It was time he convinced Yuna that the rest of the boys at this school were jokes, including Tidus. Well, especially Tidus.
"That's good to know. We're running out of time. I'm going to make my move on Valentine's," Letty said, lighting a cigarette. Baralai was tempted to light one himself. But, he knew that because of his lung condition he should pace himself. He had already smoked two since this morning.
"Are you insane? I'm taking Yuna out on Valentine's," he told Letty. Letty smiled without replying. Keepa sighed deeply.
"I hope it's okay that I've been sleeping with other girls on the side. I'm not going to catch blue balls waiting on Yuna," he complained.
"It better be damn okay, because that's what I've been doing, too," Botta said, pulling on a pair of fuzzy earmuffs. It was as cold as Mt. Gagazet today. The icy wind whipped through the air.
"Yeah, me, too. But, I'll still have enough energy for Yuna just as soon as the light is green again," Jassu said, putting on thick gloves. He couldn't wait to end this conversation so he get out of the damn cold.
Baralai didn't find it necessary to tell them whether or not he'd had some action. Of course, he had. Not so much recently because of the house arrest and that was making him testy.
"Okay, so a few more weeks and then we're on guys. I'll see you then," he told them, and got into his truck.
He turned the heat on immediately. He pulled away from the school and started home. He paused at a red light. He decided to text Yuna, just to let her know he was thinking about her. Hi, Yuna. I hope everything is goin' fine. Can't wait for our next date. He closed the phone and turned his attention back to the traffic. He squinted. Was that…? No, it couldn't be…But it was. Why the hell was Paine walking in this frigid weather? He pulled over to the curb and got out.
She was walking slowly up the sidewalk, her head down, in her jacket. He mentally thought she needed a coat. She kept walking. She almost walked past him.
"Why the hell are you walking in this weather?" he demanded. She paused.
"I'm in no rush to get home lately."
He knew what she was referring to. They were at his home this week. He didn't know what the hell she was complaining about. Being in his house should have made her feel like a damn princess. Sure, his parents were more than a little snobby, but he couldn't really do anything about that.
"Get in the damn truck," he demanded.
"Don't talk to me like that, fucker," she warned dangerously.
"You've got two fucking seconds to get your ass in the truck, or I'm dragging you in it," he threatened. And he wasn't kidding. He was sick of her attitude.
"Come on and try it," she taunted. She was technically freezing, and in no mood for a fucking rich pretty boy today. She really was going to kick his ass.
He stepped closer, grabbing both of her arms, and pulling her toward the truck. She fought, hitting him in the chin with her forehead. He swore, and twisted her arm behind her back. She screamed, and kicked him. He released her and slapped her hard across the face. She punched him in the face. He stumbled for a moment, temporarily surprised at her strength.
"You asked for it, bitch," he spit angrily, charging her to the cold concrete.
He put his hands tightly around her throat. She coughed. He leaned down and bit her neck. She screamed again, bringing her knee up hard between his legs. He groaned, losing his breath, and rolling off her.
"When I get up, I'm going to fucking kill you," he threatened between breaths.
Paine hesitated. He sounded like he really meant it. She took off running down the sidewalk. He looked around the almost deserted street. A bum calmly watched him as he sat against the wall of an abandoned store. He raised his bottle and continued to watch.
She's so fucking dead. I'm going to jail, and I don't care, he thought angrily. After what seemed like an eternity, he made it back to his truck. He decided to drive home and deal with her later.
Two blocks away...
Paine kept running. She didn't know where to go. Baralai's house was a block away. His parents would protect her from his wrath. She hadn't known she had kneed him that hard. For the first time in her life, she was really frightened. She ran toward the Griffins' home. She knocked quickly. No answer. Shit. She knocked again more urgently. Still, no answer. She tried the door. It was open. She ran inside quickly.
"Mr. or Mrs. Griffin! Are you home?" she called desperately.
No answer. She checked the entire downstairs area. Where the hell were they? She realized then that no car had been in the driveway. She knew it was useless to alert the help. They wouldn't risk Baralai's wrath. She had to get her things and get away before Baralai got home. She ran up one side of the dual staircase and down the hall to the room she was staying in. She got her things together quickly. Then she ran into the adjoining bath and grabbed her things from there as well. She stepped back into the bedroom, walking toward the door. Her heart stopped. She hadn't closed that door. She saw the hoodie on the floor. Before she could react, she was grabbed and thrown to the hardwood floor roughly and straddling her body.
"Do you know I could seriously fuck you up for that?" Baralai demanded angrily.
She didn't know what to say. She'd never seen him so angry before. Then, she gathered her strength and put up her defensive wall again. Her head was spinning a bit from the impact of hitting the floor. She butted him in the chin again, and threw him off of her.
She crawled toward the door. He grabbed her leg, holding her down, and reaching to pull her hair roughly. She took a swing at him, but he dodged it. He flipped her over on her back. She punched him. He punched her back, holding back because she was a girl. Infuriated that he would punch her, she punched him again, twice as hard. He heard the ice hitting the window, the beginning of a hail storm. He was glad his truck was in the garage. He glared down at her with pure hatred. She glared back. He slapped her hard across the face, sending her head reeling. When she recovered, she slapped him back, just as hard, her nails scratching his face.
That was it! Enough! He didn't know what the hell he was doing. He ripped her tight sweater, practically tearing it off of her. Angry, she tore his t-shirt. Livid that she had the nerve to damage his clothing, he ripped open her jeans, and tugged them off, tossing them across the room. She pulled his t-shirt, tearing it off his body. He reached down and tore her bra straps off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. You fucking jerk! Her brain screamed, and she tore his jeans open and yanked them down. He didn't know what happened next, but he was ripping her panties off. She put her thumbs inside his silk boxers, yanking them down his thighs. He wiggled out of them, holding her down with his free hand. He was going to teach her.
Before he knew it, he was inside of her, trying to pound some obedience into her stubborn brain. She screamed, digging her fingers roughly into his hair.
"All…you…need…is…a...good…fuck…" he insisted, breaking off to groan loudly.
"OH…MY…GOD!" she screamed.
She wanted to kill him, perhaps stick a knife in his side, and watch him bleed to death. But, more than that, she wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. They went at it, both of them determined to bring pleasure to the other as much as pain. She dug her sharp nails deep into the backs of his thighs. He screamed. He leaned down, sinking his teeth hard into her shoulder. She screamed. She rolled them over, straddling his body. Now, he was going to know what it was like when she was in control.
"Don't…you…ever….put…your…fucking…hands on me…again," she threatened, breaking off into a loud moan as she angrily rode him.
"Aaah…yes….ma'am…." he moaned, trying to keep the smile off his face and failing. She pinned his arms over his head.
"I hate you…you fucking rich bastard…" she moaned, never in her life imagining it could be this damn good. It had been a very long time for her. She had put it out of her mind. He rolled them over again, taking control again.
"I hate you…you up-tight bitch…aahh…." He moaned.
She wrapped her legs tightly around his torso. He was going to teach her a lesson she wouldn't soon forget. He moved faster and deeper inside of her. He was close.
"Come, bitch…" he taunted.
She would have replied just as harshly, but she was about to do just that. Her knees clutched him, and she screamed. He smiled down at her. I won. She rolled back on top of him, riding him with an intensity as if her life depended upon it. He felt himself start to climax. He screamed. She smiled, and then she allowed herself to climax. She had faked it. He looked at her in surprise. I win, she thought to herself.
"So, how are you?" Tidus asked, as he took off his sneakers. Darcy took a moment to answer. She was still talking to him, of course.
"I'm fine."
She had decided she'd better keep her temper in check, even though she knew that Yuna was at his house.
"I was thinking…when these two weeks are over, we should really get together," he said.
It was true. Most of the kids at school had picked up the fact that they were dating, and he thought it was about time that he just accepted it. He had to admit he hadn't been the best boyfriend. Hell, he knew he was far from being the best boyfriend. He'd never been completely faithful to her. And he felt guilty about that. Especially now, seeing how withdrawn she was. She hadn't made any friends. He was going to try to continue being faithful to her. He knew by now that he'd never have Yuna. She was just out of his reach. A dream. Plus, she hadn't given him any reason to think that she possibly reciprocated his feelings. It was kind of ironic. When he'd first started Zanarkand high, she had pursued him relentlessly. Now, he was lucky if he got an innocent flirtation.
"Well, what do you want to do?" she asked, innocently. She knew damn well what she wanted to do. And it didn't involve clothing.
"Well, we've got spring break coming up soon. Some of the Abes have been talking about going to Besaid."
"Besaid? That sounds like fun. I'd love to go," she said, imagining the serene atmosphere, the sandy beach, and tropical drinks. And best of all, no supervision. Besides, she wasn't sure she would be able to do anything with Tidus at her home. Her Dad was retired, and rarely left the house.
"Good. That's what we'll do then. I have to go. Dinnertime."
"Okay. I love you, Ti. Bye."
"I…um…Bye."
He tried to say it. He tried to mean it. The words just wouldn't come out of his mouth. He left his room and went downstairs. Jecht was watching the news in his favorite room. Tidus appeared and took a seat on the sofa. He looked around.
"Where's Yuna?"
"In the kitchen with Zalora. You know women. They like to talk about us behind our backs." Tidus swallowed without answering. He wasn't sure what Zalora would say to Yuna about him. Jecht hadn't questioned why he wanted that bolt on his bedroom door.
"It's been nice having Yuna around. Seems like the two of you are dating," Jecht thought aloud.
"Well, we're not. I'm still with Darcy."
"Yeah, I know that. I'm just sayin' it seems like it. She said some things…" he trailed off.
"Like what?" Tidus asked quickly. Jecht smiled. He took the bait, like he thought he would.
"I don't know if you'd be interested…" he shrugged carelessly.
"Dad, tell me already!" He hated for Jecht to toy with him.
"Well…just that you were…cute…" Tidus began to smile. "As a baby."
He lost his smile. "What? You showed her my baby pictures?"
Jecht shrugged. "They're on the mantle."
Tidus thought he was going to die. Seriously. There was a picture up there with him naked sitting in a sink. His mother had thought it was cute.
"Dinner, guys," called Zalora.
Tidus followed Jecht slowly to the dining room. He avoided looking Yuna in the eye as he sat down. Jecht picked up a chocobo leg and took a big bite.
"So, I told this guy on the site today that if he missed one more day, I was goin' to fire his ass," he explained.
Tidus had already warned Yuna that his dad had the worst table manners he had ever seen in his entire life. So, she wasn't surprised that he still tried to talk with his mouth full. She ate without replying. She had phoned Braska before dinner to check on him.
"Jecht, you're so hard on them. They have families, too," said Zalora.
"I don't care. I expect them to show up to work. Those houses won't build themselves, you know."
"Maybe we should discuss something that Tidus and Yuna would be interested in," she suggested. Tidus looked at her. She winked at him. He turned his attention back to his meal.
"Okay. So, kiddies, how was the honeymoon? I hate I missed the wedding. But, if eloping is what you felt you had to do, that's fine with me. What was the hurry? Are you knocked up, Yuna?" Jecht asked, shoveling potatoes into his mouth.
Yuna choked on her roll.
"Are you okay?" Tidus asked quickly. She nodded, taking sips of her water. Tidus turned back to Jecht, annoyed.
"Dad, you know this isn't real," he said, pointedly.
"I know the wedding wasn't. Was the honeymoon?" he asked, returning the same pointed stare. He considered himself a sex expert. Technically, he knew that they weren't sleeping together. He knew the body language.
"There was no honeymoon!" Tidus exclaimed, taking an annoyed bite out of his roll. His body was aching for a honeymoon. Any honeymoon.
Jecht looked at Yuna, whose face was beet red. He chuckled. "I'm just jokin', Yuna. I like to get the boy riled up."
Later that night, as Yuna brushed her teeth, she began to wonder what it would be like living here all the time. She thought Mr. Stone was hilarious. Oops. Jecht. And Zalora was interesting as well. She rinsed her mouth and left the bathroom. She met Jecht in the hall. He was holding another piece of the cherry pie they'd had for dinner. He was wearing red pajama pants and no shirt.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stone, I didn't…" she broke off, trying not to stare at his hairy chest.
He chuckled. "Didn't what? Know I was in the hall grabbing another piece of pie? Even though I shouldn't. But, you know…" he shrugged.
"Yeah. Well, goodnight then."
"Night. See ya in the morning," he said, continuing around the corner.
She noticed that Tidus' bedroom door was still open. She walked down the hall to peek in. He was sitting on the floor, his legs crossed, with their marriage book in his lap. They had a test coming up.
"What are you reading?" she asked from the doorway.
He looked up and shrugged. "Nothing, really. Just going over some stuff. Want to come in and talk?"
She came in and sat down in front of him on the blue carpet. He got up and closed the door. Then, he resumed his position. He put the book aside.
"So, we've been married for four weeks, and I've learned a lot of things about you. I know that blue is your favorite color; passion plum is your favorite ice cream, even that you like to paint. But, we haven't really discussed anything…intimate."
"And what would you like to know, Mr. Stone?"
"Well, Mrs. Stone, I don't know what you like to do to relax. Do you like bubble baths, or massages, or anything?"
"I like all of those things. I've never had a massage, though. What do you do to relax?"
"I personally enjoy a good massage. Sore muscles all the time, you know."
"Would you like one from your wife?" she asked.
She knew she was playing with fire. But, she couldn't help it. Flirting just came out of her mouth naturally. Tidus took a deep breath and debated silently. His brain was having a mental fight. One part said 'don't you dare let her touch your body, you have a girlfriend', while the other side screamed 'Please touch me, Yuna'.
He shook his head. "We better not."
She smiled secretly. She was glad that he had declined. She didn't really know what she would have done if he had agreed.
"Who was your first?" she asked suddenly.
He raised an eyebrow. "My first what?"
She shrugged shyly. "You know." She prayed he didn't say Darcy.
"Oh. Well…um…it was…" What was that girl's name? Oh, boy. This was exactly why he had stopped drinking. Tell her something! "Her name was Bethany." And it might have been. He wouldn't swear he hadn't bedded a girl named that once.
"Were you in love with her?"
He groaned. "Yuna, this is going to sound harsh, but guys…it's not about love…"
"Well, what's it about then? Relief?" She wasn't so innocent. She knew all about sex, she just wasn't participating yet.
"Yeah, something like that," he said, grateful that she understood. "So, who was your first?"
She fidgeted, her cheeks burning. "I…um…haven't…not yet…"
His eyes widened. "What? You're a virgin?"
"You make it sound unbelievable!"
To him, it was. He didn't know they still made those. Wow. Yuna was still a virgin. But, all of those guys…
"You're a tease," he accused slowly.
She gave him a wicked smile. "That's right. So what about it? I'm not ready for that. I don't even have a boyfriend, anyway," she said, realizing she was making up an excuse for her virginity.
He stared at her, intrigued. "So, um, have you ever…had one?"
"Had one…?" Her mind worked quickly, her cheeks burning again. "Tidus!"
He'd only asked because he was trying to find out just how innocent she really was. He silently wished he hadn't asked about her sexual status. Now, it was going to be damn near impossible not to want her. Right now, his body screamed, let me be your first! I'll do anything!
He shrugged. "I'm your husband. I should know these things," he said innocently, though he was dying for the information.
"Um…yes, I've had one…" she said, refusing to elaborate.
"Did you…do it…or somebody else?"
"Tidus…I can't…"
"Yes, you can. You can tell me anything," he said quickly. He hadn't even realized his breathing had picked up.
She couldn't. It was too embarrassing. Even if she wanted to share these things with him. She took a deep breath. For some reason, she trusted him. Or maybe she just wanted to.
"I…did it…" she admitted, covering her face with her hands.
He reached over and turned his phone off. His heart was pounding in his chest.
She finally put her hands down and looked at him. She didn't know what he was thinking. His face was completely expressionless. She had stirred up something hot in her veins with that confession.
"So, um…do you think the hail storm is going to continue?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
They could hear the sound of the hail pounding the roof. He didn't give a damn about what was going on outside. Then, he kicked himself mentally. He'd better stop. It would be just like the guy to keep talking about this, even though he was dying to know more.
Yuna didn't know what to say or do. He had gotten too quiet. It made her uncomfortable. He didn't say anything, but she noticed the way his eyes skipped from her face, to her neck, until she was certain that he was staring into her cleavage. She scolded herself for not bringing a warmer top to sleep in.
"So, I guess we should get some sleep, huh?" she said, trying to break him out of whatever trance he'd gone into. He blinked suddenly.
"Sleep? Already? I want to keep talking. Don't you?"
She didn't know how to answer. Her own eyes couldn't stay off his bare shoulders in his white tank top. She tried to remember Lulu warning her about playing. She couldn't help it. She liked knowing that the boys wanted her.
"I don't want to talk anymore," she said.
"What do you want to do then?"
"I don't know, but I'll feel better if you kiss me."
He hesitated. He really shouldn't. He'd just made a promise that he was going to be faithful to Darcy. However, he knew he couldn't say no to Yuna. He leaned toward her. She moved closer to him, her lips finally touching his again after so long. She couldn't believe how good he tasted. There was a knock on the door suddenly.
"Hey. You decent in there? Come out. We need to get away from the windows. The hail storm has taken a turn for the worst," said Jecht.
Rikku hummed absently as she lathered her hair. This shower was exactly what she needed. She could hear the hail pounding the roof. She and Gippal had had a nice dinner not too long ago. She loved when Gippal cooked. He was actually pretty good at it. She had left him in his room, strumming his guitar absently, writing another song. She made it a point not to mention anything about his singing. He didn't ask her opinion, either. His parents and Kyriako had gone to West Zanarkand to do some shopping earlier. They had phoned Gippal to tell him that they weren't sure when they'd be home. They were taking shelter from the hail storm. She was a little bit concerned about being alone with Gippal. This was technically the first time they'd been alone in four weeks. Lakkam certainly didn't trust him enough to leave him home alone with Rikku after she had caught him in his bed, exposed. She rinsed her hair. Maybe they could watch a movie.
Suddenly, she felt hands on her hips. She screamed. Gippal laughed. She hadn't even heard the door open.
"Gippal, you scared me! What are you doing in here?" she demanded.
"Taking in the view. Lookin' good, Rik."
She didn't know what to do. This was the first time any boy had seen her completely naked. She wiped the water out of her eyes and turned to face him.
"Gippal, you had no right to come in here."
"I'm your husband. I have every right. Besides, I needed to shower, anyway. So, why not do it together?" he shrugged, reaching for the soap.
Rikku averted her eyes everywhere else besides his naked body. He smiled, watching her discomfort. Rikku was so innocent. He could scare the hell out of her with the way his mind worked.
"I'm done. I'm getting out," she said, trying to step around him.
"Well, that's no fun," he said, scrubbing his chest.
Her eyes watched the cloth move across his muscled form. He moved it lower across his stomach. Rikku felt paralyzed. She couldn't take her eyes off that cloth or his magnificent body. He knew that she watching. He moved it lower, vigorously scrubbing his private area. She felt her cheeks burning.
"I'm really getting out," she insisted.
He tossed the cloth aside, and pulled her close, her body pressing against his. Before she could protest, he pressed his lips against hers. She wanted to fight it. She tried to fight it. But, as usual, when Gippal kissed her, she was defenseless. He moved to rinse off and turn the water off. She stood there, shivering, hot sensations running through her body. He got out of the tub, wrapped a towel around his waist, and turned to her. He held another towel open for her. She stepped out of the tub as he wrapped her body in the thick towel. He picked her up, neither of them speaking. Rikku knew that without a doubt, her virgin status was about to be none existent.
End of Ch. 12.