The Adjacency of Ones
Inside the Room
After what seemed like the progression of several nights and days, Rikku finally bothered to acknowledge her surroundings long enough to yawn. The hot, humid air of Gippal's room hit her like a wave, but she was more taken with the sudden rush over her body to pay too much attention to it.
She was sore.
Very sore.
The movements of her body strained and pulled and she felt like she had just gone ten rounds with Sin. Whatever ambient light lingered in his room was an invader to her eyes, for she shielded them lazily and moaned ever so slightly. The cold sheets did refresh her skin, but something made her squirm over so lightly under the careless jumble of sheets over her. Kicking them off, she soon found that she was quite naked.
It was a shock at first, but her memory was quick to come back in prudent time to make her eyes reflect the realization as quickly as her sheepish grin. That would explain why I'm so sore, she thought to herself. With little need for embarrassment, she sat up in the bed and stretched her arms far above her head, letting out a squeaky yawn to accompany her reach. What she bothered to see first only made her grin spread. Tousled bedding was basically everywhere in the room. Several machina parts were covered in it and the bed itself had seemingly shifted on the floor during the events of the particular memory vivid in her mind. It caused her to snigger rather deviously.
"Thought you were gonna sleep all day," a voice said, quickly bringing her reality back to her.
Looking quickly to the figure sitting at the foot of the bed, her eyes came alive as she worshipped Gippal. Casually sitting away from her, he hadn't really spoke to her, but rather at her. He was hunched over slightly and obviously looking at something, but she little cared. After what they had shared, she felt so exonerated that she could have sealed them away in that room and never left.
Bouncing across his bed, she quickly wrapped her arms around him, giggling as he squirmed slightly from her fingers over his sides, and then promptly wrapped her legs around him as well, hugging him tightly from behind. She wouldn't let him get away. He was hers.
"Morning...or is it night?" she asked, sighing happily as she laid her cheek against his back. Even now, the feeling of him against her was intoxicating enough to almost force her into squeezing him until he popped. Of course, she refrained from this for obvious reasons. A functional Gippal was far more functional than a popped one.
"One of 'em, I'm sure," he responded, not moving much under her embrace.
Moving around that much reminded Rikku how aching she was, but she let nothing show. He was the source of all her pain, but the pleasure she had experienced was like nothing she had ever imagined. Painful at first, she soon was swept away by the rapture of it all. Thralls of perpetual pleasure had drown her in the sheets while the world simply melted away around them.
Her fingers hurt from holding the sheets so tight.
"What're you doing, Gippal?"
Gippal didn't answer right away, but remained still. This brought a small fear into her heart; that he was now thinking back upon their choice with tones of regret. She could barely believe it either, but Gippal was something of a prayer when it came to emotions and choices. However, her chest fell away when he spoke in the same tones as he had just moments before their little encounter. "Thinkin' about when we were younger. Those were sure different times."
Rikku was curious as to why he would be thinking about that, but a casual glance over his shoulder found a photograph in his hands. In it were seven young Al Bhed, each grinning or laughing for the camera. Brother was hard to miss, but neither was a young Gippal leaning on the head of a young Rikku. Always teasing her. It made her laugh and hug him again.
"Hey, where'd you get that? That was such a long time ago!"
"Yeah," he replied, smiling sort of lopsided. Soon he began flipping the picture between his fingers and tilted his head a bit, looking at her over his eye patch. "Who'd have thought, huh? Bet your pops isn't gonna be too happy about this."
Rikku, by natural default of mention of her father, stuck her tongue out at him. She was a big girl now and able to choose for herself who she wanted to be with. Ever since she could remember, that was Gippal. "Who cares what he thinks? Besides, I think out of anyone, Pops likes you the best, Gippal. And so do I," she quickly added and nuzzled him lightly.
Gippal merely laughed and hung his head again.
Although she didn't know for sure, she got the feeling that deep down, her father respected Gippal for the things he had accomplished and, especially, for showing what kind of person he was when he helped her and gave up his eye. There was no one better for her to love than Gippal. There was no one she loved more than Gippal. That feeling couldn't escape her, even when she lost everything else within the bounds of the passion they shared. If every night was as spectacular as their first time, she wouldn't want to leave Djose for years!
Sadly, this seeded thought came exactly as Gippal asked her a question which she didn't want to think about. "What now? You're not exactly the sit- still type, Rikku. Yuna is going to come back and expect you to go with her. And you'll go with her, right?" Rikku buried her face into a bit but stared out at the wall, hoping she wouldn't have to think about that. Yuna and Paine would come back and both of them would be expecting her to go with them. It was what she wanted to do, wasn't it? Currently, she couldn't humor the idea of leaving Gippal, but that was only because she had exhausted her so. Maybe she would want to stay with him?
Even deep in her own heart, she knew that was a lie.
"I don't know."
"Ah huh."
That was that. It was the divide in their lives and she knew there was no getting over it. Even before she asked, she knew the answer. She had to ask anyway. "You could always come with us and stay on the Celsuis. Lots of stuff to tinker with, you know."
Gippal had also expected it, but there was no reluctance in his reply. "Can't. I'm the leader of the Machine Faction and I owe them to stay. Cruising around on that ship would be a blast, but it looks like we won't be seeing each other that much."
He said it with such finality that she sighed, loosening her grip on him. It was depressing to have reality come crashing down on a very good waking, but there was no getting around it. However, Rikku wasn't going to easily give up and she pinched him to the point of his objection. To this, she grinned. "Cheer up, purple pants! I have an airship! I can come here and see you anytime I want! Besides, being around you all the time would get on my nerves," she teased, leaning up and nibbling on his ear playfully.
He objected again and spun, facing her once more and pushing her back onto the bed just as playfully. Their positions were reversed now and he held her down, pinning her wrists and smirking down at her. She didn't mind, however, as she merely laughed and struggled lightly, if only to play to his dominant side. "No fair! You cheater!" she called out, though lacking any real contempt. Really, she was mesmerized by his smile and once again feeling at the mercy of him. Without thinking her legs were already held up against him and trying to hold him near. Soreness was no match for desire.
"Until they come and get you, you're mine then."
As he leaned down and kissed her neck, her smile instantly faded into a quivering whimper. He had started it again! She knew where the biggest machina in the room was now.
As she dung her fingers into his back slightly and pulled herself against him passionately, her moans were marred by a simple, breathless sentence which came more as a gasp of air than a rational thought. "I'll be yours without end..."
Inside the Room
After what seemed like the progression of several nights and days, Rikku finally bothered to acknowledge her surroundings long enough to yawn. The hot, humid air of Gippal's room hit her like a wave, but she was more taken with the sudden rush over her body to pay too much attention to it.
She was sore.
Very sore.
The movements of her body strained and pulled and she felt like she had just gone ten rounds with Sin. Whatever ambient light lingered in his room was an invader to her eyes, for she shielded them lazily and moaned ever so slightly. The cold sheets did refresh her skin, but something made her squirm over so lightly under the careless jumble of sheets over her. Kicking them off, she soon found that she was quite naked.
It was a shock at first, but her memory was quick to come back in prudent time to make her eyes reflect the realization as quickly as her sheepish grin. That would explain why I'm so sore, she thought to herself. With little need for embarrassment, she sat up in the bed and stretched her arms far above her head, letting out a squeaky yawn to accompany her reach. What she bothered to see first only made her grin spread. Tousled bedding was basically everywhere in the room. Several machina parts were covered in it and the bed itself had seemingly shifted on the floor during the events of the particular memory vivid in her mind. It caused her to snigger rather deviously.
"Thought you were gonna sleep all day," a voice said, quickly bringing her reality back to her.
Looking quickly to the figure sitting at the foot of the bed, her eyes came alive as she worshipped Gippal. Casually sitting away from her, he hadn't really spoke to her, but rather at her. He was hunched over slightly and obviously looking at something, but she little cared. After what they had shared, she felt so exonerated that she could have sealed them away in that room and never left.
Bouncing across his bed, she quickly wrapped her arms around him, giggling as he squirmed slightly from her fingers over his sides, and then promptly wrapped her legs around him as well, hugging him tightly from behind. She wouldn't let him get away. He was hers.
"Morning...or is it night?" she asked, sighing happily as she laid her cheek against his back. Even now, the feeling of him against her was intoxicating enough to almost force her into squeezing him until he popped. Of course, she refrained from this for obvious reasons. A functional Gippal was far more functional than a popped one.
"One of 'em, I'm sure," he responded, not moving much under her embrace.
Moving around that much reminded Rikku how aching she was, but she let nothing show. He was the source of all her pain, but the pleasure she had experienced was like nothing she had ever imagined. Painful at first, she soon was swept away by the rapture of it all. Thralls of perpetual pleasure had drown her in the sheets while the world simply melted away around them.
Her fingers hurt from holding the sheets so tight.
"What're you doing, Gippal?"
Gippal didn't answer right away, but remained still. This brought a small fear into her heart; that he was now thinking back upon their choice with tones of regret. She could barely believe it either, but Gippal was something of a prayer when it came to emotions and choices. However, her chest fell away when he spoke in the same tones as he had just moments before their little encounter. "Thinkin' about when we were younger. Those were sure different times."
Rikku was curious as to why he would be thinking about that, but a casual glance over his shoulder found a photograph in his hands. In it were seven young Al Bhed, each grinning or laughing for the camera. Brother was hard to miss, but neither was a young Gippal leaning on the head of a young Rikku. Always teasing her. It made her laugh and hug him again.
"Hey, where'd you get that? That was such a long time ago!"
"Yeah," he replied, smiling sort of lopsided. Soon he began flipping the picture between his fingers and tilted his head a bit, looking at her over his eye patch. "Who'd have thought, huh? Bet your pops isn't gonna be too happy about this."
Rikku, by natural default of mention of her father, stuck her tongue out at him. She was a big girl now and able to choose for herself who she wanted to be with. Ever since she could remember, that was Gippal. "Who cares what he thinks? Besides, I think out of anyone, Pops likes you the best, Gippal. And so do I," she quickly added and nuzzled him lightly.
Gippal merely laughed and hung his head again.
Although she didn't know for sure, she got the feeling that deep down, her father respected Gippal for the things he had accomplished and, especially, for showing what kind of person he was when he helped her and gave up his eye. There was no one better for her to love than Gippal. There was no one she loved more than Gippal. That feeling couldn't escape her, even when she lost everything else within the bounds of the passion they shared. If every night was as spectacular as their first time, she wouldn't want to leave Djose for years!
Sadly, this seeded thought came exactly as Gippal asked her a question which she didn't want to think about. "What now? You're not exactly the sit- still type, Rikku. Yuna is going to come back and expect you to go with her. And you'll go with her, right?" Rikku buried her face into a bit but stared out at the wall, hoping she wouldn't have to think about that. Yuna and Paine would come back and both of them would be expecting her to go with them. It was what she wanted to do, wasn't it? Currently, she couldn't humor the idea of leaving Gippal, but that was only because she had exhausted her so. Maybe she would want to stay with him?
Even deep in her own heart, she knew that was a lie.
"I don't know."
"Ah huh."
That was that. It was the divide in their lives and she knew there was no getting over it. Even before she asked, she knew the answer. She had to ask anyway. "You could always come with us and stay on the Celsuis. Lots of stuff to tinker with, you know."
Gippal had also expected it, but there was no reluctance in his reply. "Can't. I'm the leader of the Machine Faction and I owe them to stay. Cruising around on that ship would be a blast, but it looks like we won't be seeing each other that much."
He said it with such finality that she sighed, loosening her grip on him. It was depressing to have reality come crashing down on a very good waking, but there was no getting around it. However, Rikku wasn't going to easily give up and she pinched him to the point of his objection. To this, she grinned. "Cheer up, purple pants! I have an airship! I can come here and see you anytime I want! Besides, being around you all the time would get on my nerves," she teased, leaning up and nibbling on his ear playfully.
He objected again and spun, facing her once more and pushing her back onto the bed just as playfully. Their positions were reversed now and he held her down, pinning her wrists and smirking down at her. She didn't mind, however, as she merely laughed and struggled lightly, if only to play to his dominant side. "No fair! You cheater!" she called out, though lacking any real contempt. Really, she was mesmerized by his smile and once again feeling at the mercy of him. Without thinking her legs were already held up against him and trying to hold him near. Soreness was no match for desire.
"Until they come and get you, you're mine then."
As he leaned down and kissed her neck, her smile instantly faded into a quivering whimper. He had started it again! She knew where the biggest machina in the room was now.
As she dung her fingers into his back slightly and pulled herself against him passionately, her moans were marred by a simple, breathless sentence which came more as a gasp of air than a rational thought. "I'll be yours without end..."