by PrettyGothGirl
All Disclaimers Apply
Summary:The Commsphere Network is boring... Gippal makes a wager with Rikku and learns to pay attention more.
Author's Note: HaHA. I did not forget you IFocusOnThePain. I'm sorry this took so long. But here it is, just for you. I know it isn't exactly what you wanted. Stuff like that doesn't make me comfortable. I hope you are pleased with this anyways. Anyways, no more requests. I have finished! Wee.
Soft sheets embraced them. The coverlet knocked the floor and sweat clung to their skin. Gippal's lips were hot over hers. His body pressed her down into the bed. Rikku arched into him as he kissed her. He ground into her. "I hold out longer you know." His voice was husky. "Between encounters."
She rolled her eyes and massaged his shoulders. "Is that so?" She murmured and licked his bottom lip.
"Uh huh." He smirked, he slid a hand down her side, their skin soft and supple. "More self control."
She laughed.
He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Her laugh turned into a moan. Her hand moved and fingers entwined into his hair. She rubbed her leg along his. He cupped her breast. "It's true."
"Uh huh, sure." She stroked the edge of his ear and his skin tingled. "Prove it." She mouthed his bottom lip after the last word.
"All right." He raised his eyebrow. "Now?"
She laughed again. "A little late, we're already having an 'encounter.'"
"You have a better way to put it." He leaned his down and kissed her neck. Her head tilted back. He ran his thumb over her nipple.
"Encounter doesn't really convey what's going on." She gasped. "There, Gippal."
He nipped the sensitive spot, dragging his lips over it. "True." He murmured. The word could answer either of her statements. He licked a long wet line up to her ear. "Care for a little wager then."
She shuddered and tilted her head enough to look into his eye. Her eyes were half closed in pleasure. "A wager?"
"Mmmmhmm." He nuzzled her cheek.
"What type of wager?"
"If I win, you do whatever I want next time. And if you win, I'll do whatever you want." He said and smirked. Her lips parted and he leaned down to kiss them. Her hands moved and tweaked his nipples, teasing sensitive skin of his chest and he became so involved with what happened in the next few minutes, he didn't notice that she never agreed to his wager.
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It was several weeks of torture. Inventive, delicious, intense, pure torture in which they were both determined to win.
Or so Gippal thought.
It was a clear contest of wills where the usual ploys didn't work. It spilled over into everyday meetings. He stood close to her, loomed into her space and she in return fluttered her eyelashes and leaned into him reminding him of the power of her scent and the curves of her body.
He thought he had her when she agreed to go out to dinner with him. He was wrong. She'd leaned up and kissed his lips gently and then ran off into the night leaving him frustrated and amused.
They were both stubborn.
She thought she had him when surprised her at the hot springs again. She was wrong. He'd massaged her back, brushed her hair with his fingers and kissed her neck leaving her aching for him and yet relaxed.
It would have gone indefinitely. If Rikku hadn't decided she'd had enough.
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She waited until he was in the shower and set the room exactly as she wanted. The glow of candle light, incense stolen out of his drawer. She turned down the covers and sat against the headboard. She adjusted the hem of the red lace sheathe nightdress and checked that the bottle of wine was still airing.
Gippal had the same look of surprise as the other times she invaded his room. Though she doubted that it was for that reason. He should be used to her just showing up by now.
She slipped off the bed and walked over to him. He blinked as she pressed her body against him. Her eyes closed. She'd missed the press of his skin. He hissed as she ran her fingers down his chest. She tilted her head back and felt the warmth of his lips cover hers.
"Is this going where I think it's going?" He asked, voice tight in desperation.
She smiled and opened her eyes. "Yes." His eye bored into hers and she shivered.
He inhaled, a ragged sound. "Good. I win." He hissed as she dragged her lips along his neck, tongue darting out to taste him. Gippal knew exactly what he wanted. He had weeks to figure it out.
She laughed. "You're forgetting something." She slipped around him.
"What?" He turned and frowned. Rikku in a peek-a-boo lace dress without anything underneath wasn't helping his thinking processes.
She pushed him back into the bed and forced him down. She smiled at him, wicked. "I never agreed." She reached over and picked up the wine bottle. His eye widened as she poured some into his palm and spilled it onto his chest. She leaned down and just before she was about to lick it away she grinned. "But hold those thoughts. We'll get to them later."
Gippal decided Rikku sure knew what to promise to get a guy to see things her way. He wasn't about to argue, not when her tongue was doing that. Next time, he would know better.
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