Quality Time: Innocent Question
by PrettyGothGirl

Summary: Cid contrives to have Rikku and Gippal spend some quality time together. Part Eighteen: Rikku has a question and it leads to some interesting answers.
A/N: Happy Birthday Lost and Never Found! (I actually think that's one word. Oh well). Okay! Really long time since we posted any of this. I hope we remember what we're doing. This chapter's inspiration is Gone in 60 Seconds (the Angelina Jolie version). :D Fun times.

Rikku shifted in her seat and put her legs up on the dash of the hover. She stared straight ahead unaware how Gippal's eyes automatically drifted over to look at them. He swallowed, flushed and looked back out ahead of them.

"So, what do you think is better, having sex or stealing hovers?" She asked in one of those 'I've just had a thought voices.'

He blinked and his mouth opened and closed a few times. "What?"

"What's better, having sex or stealing hovers?" She looked over at him. She began to play with the ends of her scarf.

"I don't know." He frowned. His forehead furrowed. "I haven't ever stolen a hover."

"So, you've had sex." Her fingers stopped moving.

Gippal mouthed a few curses. This was one of those 'he did not want to go there' type of conversations. "No. I haven't had sex either." He snapped his mouth shut. His face heated. "Why are we talking about this?"

"Just making conversation."

That wasn't to him a good reason to be having this type of conversation. However, there was little else to do, he decided to go with it. "Given that I haven't ever done either of those activities. I can't compare them." It made perfect logical sense to him. No experience. No argument. This was Rikku though and he should have known better.

Her eyebrow rose. "In a purely theoretical sense, what's better?"

He gritted his teeth. She wasn't letting this go. The tenacity of a Zu wasn't always a compliment. "Let me think about it."

"Think away." She started to play with her scarf again, dragging the ends of the fringe across her lips, her shiny pink lips that begged to be kissed. And her long lean legs pleaded to have him drag his fingers along them. Must turn tables, change thought path. Do something and besides, she had managed to get his virginity out of him and hadn't volunteered the information herself. Sneaky brat.

"Okay, what about you?"

Her eyes narrowed. "What about me?"

"Stolen a hover or had sex or had sex while stealing a hover?" It was best in his mind to cover all the options.

She giggled. "No. No. And No."

He watched the group of hovers across the way. "Well, there's your answer."

She slapped his leg. "You didn't answer at all."

"Yes I did." He grabbed her hand.

"Did not." She wrenched her wrist around to escape him.

"Did so." He made another grab, overbalanced and almost ended up in her lap.

She shoved him back into his seat. "Did not. Tell me what it is."

"Obviously, the answer is C, having sex while stealing hovers."

"That wasn't one of the options." She crossed her arms.

"Who says?"

"I do! I'm the one who asked the question. I'm the one who gives the options and there was no option C."

"Well, there is now."

"Two options. You cannot mash them together and make a third option. It does not work that way."

"Yes it can."

"Besides, it's not a believable option."

"You said theoretically."

"That is not what I meant and you know it."

He ignored her. "So, if they both have a rush associated to them. Theoretically," he lifted a finger. "The rush would be multiplied if you were doing both at the same time."

She glared at the finger like she wanted to break it into several pieces. He put it down. She snapped her teeth. "I still don't think it's possible."

"You don't have to be driving the damn hover to have sex while stealing it." He waved his hands about. "You're the one that started this perverted conversation."

"Are you calling me a pervert?"

"Not out rightly saying it. I can if you want." He looked at her. She didn't say anything, her jaw working and her arms still crossed. "You're a pervert."

"I am not."

"Hah!"

"You're the one whose mind jumped to the different ways you could have sex on a hover while stealing it. Clearly, you are the pervert not me."

"Gorgeous, I am a man. That is a prerequisite of the species." He gave in and ran a finger down her thigh. She licked her lips and grabbed his hand. She picked it up, and was about to drop it when he switched their grips. He rubbed his thumb along hers. "You liked looking at me naked."

"You had your hands under my dress." She countered, but didn't try to take her hand back.

"Hmm, yeah. You've got amazing breasts and there wasn't really anything in the way."

She flushed bright red and squeaked. "Gippal."

"And you enjoyed it too."

She sank into the seat. "I'm dying. I'm dying. I'm going to die and it's going to be all your fault." She tried to hide behind her hair and once again the braids weren't big enough.

"I also think you have this thing for semi-public places."

"I do not!" She stiffened and glared at him.

"Alley, closet, front porch."

"The porch was all you."

"Other people's bedrooms. You're just as perverted, as I am, darling. I like it." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

She stilled and stared at him. "You do?"

He grinned. "Yeah. I like you don't get squeamish about sex. You still blush but that's just cute."

She growled. "I am not cute."

He leaned towards her. "Oh yes you are. Lots of braids, little round button nose, big eyes, little dimple right here." He meant to press his lips against it, but she turned her head and their lips met. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, nipping at it with her teeth. He tugged her into his lap. She tugged her hand free and pulled his shirt out of his pants sliding her hands underneath to caress his stomach. He groaned and delved into her mouth with his tongue, groaning more when she gave it the same treatment she gave his lip.

She tore away, lips red and puffy, eyes glazed. "Take it back." Her fingers curled, nails digging into his skin.

"Cute."

She snarled and bit his lip. "Wrong."

He grabbed her hips and ground her against him. "Sexy too." He licked her bottom lip and delved inside her mouth again. He pulled back, panting. "Just the way I like them."

She moaned and melted into him. "You say such sweet things sometimes." She muttered. She turned her head and kissed his neck. He stroked her legs. He needed to stroke her legs.

Sometimes? He rolled his eye. He'd have to work on saying sweet things all the time then. Well, except when he wanted to get her riled. She was gorgeous riled. His head turned to give her more room and then took in their position. He grinned. "I think I see the problem with having sex while stealing a hover."

Her head rose and she licked her lips. "What's that?"

"The controls would get in the way." He kissed her because she was there.

"Mmm, well there you go. There is no option C."

He sighed. They were back to the beginning question. Then he grinned, but this time their positions were much more interesting. "Option A. Option A is more rewarding and in the end probably more comfortable."

"That depends."

"And where did your mind just go?"

"I'm not telling."

"I tickle."

"I kiss." She grinned and did just that.

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