Okay, just so you all know, the rating in this chapter is pushing it a little. It gets slightly...steamy in the third scene, if you all know what I'm saying. Just to make it safe, I put the rating up and I am warning all of you who do not like that stuff to not read it. Though, it would make a lot more sense if you did. Okay, now, just read.
He hurt. His head throbbed, eye ached and every muscle in his body felt like it was on fire. Even to move his fingers was painful. He wanted to open his eyes, but eyes weren't an option; eye was. Around his head was a bandage, covering his right eye that hurt so much, the source of all his pain. With a groan, he cracked open his other eye and looked at the ceiling.
"Gippal?"
He looked over. Rikku was sitting in a chair next to his bed in his room. Her face was tear stained and there were bandages everywhere. She held a cloth in her hand, spotted in deep brown stains. When she saw him wake, she smiled and stood. "Oh, Gippal," she said.
She went over and collapsed to her knees at his bed, her hands clasping his arm and cheek against his shoulder. "I'm so glad you're all right," she whispered, shaking.
He turned his head, looking at her carefully. "How long was I out?"
She swallowed and looked up at him. "Hours," she said. "I've been waiting until you would get up. It's all my fault this happened."
Gippal just looked at her. "You've been up all this time." He saw the deep circles under her eyes.
Rikku lifted her head up and nodded. "I'm so sorry. I should have known that it worked. It responds when you attack it. You took the blow for me. I'm so stupid. I'm so sorry."
She buried her head into the covers, shaking with sobs. All he did was look at her and placed a hand on her head. She jumped at his touch and looked up again. "Gippal?" she asked.
"You're not stupid," he said. "Far from it. I was the stupid one." He looked down sadly. "I didn't fix it right."
She sniffled, and stood up. "I should probably get the doctor," she said, straightening.
As Rikku turned to leave, she was stopped as she felt his hand wrap around hers. "Wait," he said. "Don't go." She turned around and looked at him. He stared up at her with sadness. "I don't want to be alone," he told her.
With a nod, she came over again. But this time, she slipped off her shoes, and climbed over his form, and then got under the covers with him. Sighing, she rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes. Almost instantly, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. It wasn't long before he noticed she fell asleep.
"You never did anything wrong, Princess," he whispered, reaching down to kiss her head. "Never."
"That wasn't your…"
Gippal didn't get to finish. Rikku had fallen asleep in his arms. He felt her steady breathing and her chest rise and fall. She didn't move, and she was almost limp. He shook his head. Well, at least it was better than having her do something else.
Slowly, he adjusted her in his lap, careful not to move her too roughly. He kept her head on his shoulder, just so her neck wouldn't jumble around madly and she wouldn't hurt herself.
He got to his feet, Rikku in his arms. It was hard staying balanced, since he wasn't used to her form, not weight, throwing him off. But he finally managed to stay up, before going over to the door.
Bending, he reached out and turned the handle to the bedroom, before backing up. He turned to his side, since he wouldn't fit inside if he tried to go in facing front. Carefully, he made it inside and didn't even bother turning on the lights. The light from the open window was enough.
Then, he went over to her bed and placed her down on the covers. She slid from his arms easily, and he put her down on the mattress without dropping her. Instinctively, she curled into the covers, a small moan escaping her parted mouth. He grinned when he looked at her and slowly, but carefully, pulled the covers over her form.
Once they were up to her shoulders, he leaned down and paused for a moment at her temple. "Goodnight, my princess," he whispered, before leaving her to sleep.
After he went to bed that night, Gippal didn't have that much of a hard time getting to sleep. Still, for a reason, his sleep wasn't the best it had ever been. His mind was overflowed with all kinds of weird images and things that were surreal. There were so many, that he didn't remember the one enough before the next one came over his thoughts.
He was so warm that he felt himself sweating under the covers, but he wouldn't wake to free himself. For a reason, his heart was racing and he couldn't stay still. They weren't nightmares, because the dreams weren't what were hard. The sleeping was hard on him.
The thing that woke him was an instant cool. Still half asleep, he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming, or it was real at first. But then the weight on top of him, and the warmth of a body next to his welcomed him into reality. Smooth skin was up against his and light fingertips glided over it. There was breath next to his ear, a caress of his cheek.
Suddenly, he sat up and looked to the form next to him in the dark. "Rikku," he choked out. "What are you…?"
It was obvious it was she. He knew her scent, her touch, and her very movements. He knew almost everything about her, and even knew that she wanted him quiet without even saying anything. Her small form curled towards his, as she stalked like a predator to him.
She didn't say anything as she took a seat in his lap, like she had earlier that evening. Throughout it all, she was poised and graceful, never making any sloppy moves or twitches. Was she sober already?
In her position she became taller already, and placed her hands on his arms, moving them to wrap around her. Rikku leaned in with her face, sharing his air. "Just shut up," she whispered.
He almost panicked at the sound in her voice. It wasn't like she usually was, wasn't playful, annoyed, or angered. It was a husky voice, one filled with a strong will. It was filled with lust.
In a first thought, she was still drunk. She'd never act like this. But he couldn't detect anything on her breath. What did she think she was doing?
So he did the only thing he thought of that was wise—he tried pushing her away. But her will was stronger, and she pushed back, this time, rolling her hips in just the right way into his. He held back the overwhelming urge to growl right there. How long had he waited for her? He was slowly starting to forget thinking with his head.
Rikku managed to get him to lie back again, her form still straddling his. How she managed it was beyond him. But then she pressed her full body into his, that he had now realized she was wearing hardly anything. And that if she did wear it, it was thin.
He had the faintest clue why, but he let her take his hands. She led them to hold her side, and the other went right to the top and back of her leg. He didn't know what he was doing; his body simply reacted itself. Before he knew it he was groping areas she would have murdered him for weeks ago.
It took one last thrust against his hips before he snapped. He flipped her around, making him the one on top. Blood rushed to his nether regions, and all logical thought was gone the moment his lips went over hers.
He kissed her almost desperately, feeling her body up and down, begging for her through his actions. She responded to him the same way, both of them struggling in the bed for dominance of the top.
When they rolled off the bed to the floor in a heap of covers, they didn't even pause as Rikku landed on top of him again. Her fingers were twisted into his hair as his own were inching up the tank top that she had somehow gained when he had been sleeping.
Again he reached the dominant position as her top went flying across the room, her legs wrapped around his torso. She let out a pleasured cry as his lips parted from his own, and went to her bare neck. He was almost afraid to touch her more, but just as he reached down, Rikku went still.
Gippal paused and looked to her face. "Rikku," he managed to gasp out. His breath had been uneven. "Rikku, are you all right?"
She didn't respond; she didn't even move. He still felt her breathing and heart, so what was wrong with her? For a moment, he waited, suspended on his arms as he leaned over her. But then he reached up with concern and turned on the light.
His worst fear was before him when he saw what she looked like. He nearly died right there, seeing that her eyes dilated like they were. She was still drunk.
That meant, that she wasn't doing this because she truly wanted. It wasn't only that, but she wasn't thinking, and she wasn't going to remember it in the morning. His heart stopped and he almost dropped her. He never wanted their first time like this.
It wasn't how he imagined it at all.
Rikku looked up at him, panting and curious. "What's the matter with you?" she asked, only tilting her head up to see him.
Gippal managed to pry himself away from her, stumbling to get up. He didn't even look at her as he nearly ran for the bathroom. He turned, closed and locked the door, leaning his head against it.
He was still aroused, and eve with that, deep in. But never ever did he want that. Of all the ways he wanted to have her, he never wanted it like that. He closed his eyes and hit his head to the wood. What did he do?
Rikku woke up with a rough surface on her cheek, and a chill going up her spine. She groaned at the oncoming headache that was coming on as she opened her eyes, and sat up groggily. But then she blinked and looked around.
How did she end up on the floor next to Gippal's bed? Then she looked down and gasped, grabbing the blanket to cover her bare chest. Why was she topless? She didn't even remember changing into what she had on.
Gripping the bed, she pulled herself to her feet and realized she heard the familiar sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Gippal was in the shower, but in the morning? She looked over to the clock. And he was at six A.M.?
Rikku held the blanket to her as she looked for her top, finding the matching one not far away. She put it on, and dropped the sheet on her roommate's bed. Then, without thinking of if, stretched her arms back.
She shook her head. Must have been a heck of a drinking competition. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she tasted the inside of her mouth, her tongue incredibly fuzzy. Yes, one heck of a drinking contest.
Maybe there were painkillers in the bathroom. So, she went over and knocked. "Hey Gippal?" she called.
There was a pause, followed by a bang. He probably dropped something on the floor. "Y-yes?" he almost choked out.
"Can I come in for a painkiller?"
He cleared his throat, and then it sounded normal. "Sure," he bit out shortly.
Slowly, she opened the door and went inside. Then, she went over to the medicine cabinet and fooled through all the potions inside. She didn't even look behind her at the shower. She saw her appearance in the mirror and shrugged; she could look a whole lot worse. Maybe a little cover-up under the eyes, and she'd be fine.
Rikku finally managed to get the right potion and she drank it, sighing with immediate relief. She looked herself over in the mirror again, before down to her hands, but then made a second glance.
She could see herself in the mirror. Her brow wrinkled. The warmth from the shower usually fogged up the mirrors, making it impossible to see through them. But, Gippal was taking a shower…and that only meant.
Whirling around, she looked at the shower stall. Steam wasn't rising from the top, and she gapped at the sight. Why was he taking a cold shower?