Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I don't own Final Fantasy X-2, I don't own my house, I don't own my car, I don't own my pants.

Warning: Sexual Content…I repeat Sexual Content. Lemons and Limes are my kind of fruit, and if you ain't cool with that turn around now.

Pervert Alert

Baralai moved a little in his sleep, sliding his hands over Paine's body unconsciously. Slowly and gently just as he did in his dream. He felt her bare body and moaned softly turning in towards her. His hand sliped around her breast and squeezed very softly at the warm flesh. The fingers began to run down her body slowly, and settled on her stomach.

Paine's eyes fluttered open, her head a little achy. She looked around, blinking, to let her eyes clear. She was very warm, the deep colored room and rich mahogany made little sense. She remembered seeing Baralai, Baralai's Father, her gut told her everything was wrong, the guy seemed too much of a nut case to be completely right. Her gaze fell to Baralai's jacket at the edge of the bed. Then to the sleeping form of the man himself.

Laying peacefully with his platinum white hair wispily gracing his face, Paine was distracted by the tightening of her heart at the site of such a peaceful slumber.

The bliss of the moment was replaced by a very un-dream like realization. She was naked. The soft velvet comforter embraced her form all sided, she was completely naked, She pulled herself out of bed and snatched Baralai's coat. She threw it on, buttoning the front. Crossing her arms, she waiting for the man to move.

She waiting, but he kept his soft green eyes shut. She grabbed a pillow from the foot of the bed and threw it at his slumbering face.

With a loud thwack, his eyes scrunched down and he stretched his arms out across the bed, rolling over to feel the spot Paine had been sleeping in, When his hands roamed and didn't find anything he sat up and opened his eyes. Face slightly panicked he called out into the room, "Paine!" he asked with nervous tones in his voice. Afraid it had all been a dream.

"Where are my clothes you perverted little bastard." Paine growled

Stumbling onto his feet Baralai lifted one hand. "Wait" he said collecting himself. "I can expl-" was cut short by the contact of Paine's hand on Baralai's face. Unlike every dream Baralai had, Paine didn't slap him. Instead she balled her hand into a tight efficient fist and nailed him just off the temple.

"That" she barked "is for ignoring me, striping me naked and being a complete bastard" Her eyes were on a fire, a brilliant display of red.

Evidently she didn't like to cuddle.

Baralai pulled his arm in front of his face, he didn't even attempt to rise. "I'm sorry Paine, truly sorry, for everything."

The icy tone to her features seem to melt a little from his sincere tone. "Why don't you get up so I can hit you again."

"Because, you'll hit me again?" He answered shyly

Paine realized he had a point and she took a moment to calm herself. "Alright, you little sicko, tell me why I was knocked unconscious and then stripped and then put in your bed?"

Baralai had to admit to himself, this would be extremely difficult to explain and still come out as the good guy. Taking a deep breathe he looked up at her and resisted the urge to touch her tender face. "After you de…I didn't…" He stopped and just shook his head to himself. She didn't ask about that. He cleared his throat and started again. "My father's guards assaulted you, upon his orders, not mine. You …lost your clothes when your Dress Spheres were striped from you, to remove you as a threat, and you were placed in my bed because I asked my father not to put you in a cell. I told him I trusted you." Baralai touched the throbbing part of his face and sighed softly to himself. That had hurt quite a bit.

Paine looked at him on the floor, a little afraid. She just let out a long low sigh. "Why did your father think me a threat?"

"You did break into his house uninvited and force your way into see him." Baralai pointed out, a little afraid that would earn him a kick from the tough and extremely angry woman.

"I was uninvited because he has closed his doors to everyone." She growled.

In the Vault

Sorin rounded the corner into the vault where his assistant stood next to a large marble slab. On the table four spheres lay in a neat line with a scroll laying below them. A fifth orb was held in the small man's hand. "What is it. I do not have all day you know."

The assistant wavered a little from the deeply angered voice. "We may have a problem." He said handing Sorin the small orb.

Sorin scowled and looked at the four glowing objects on the table. Always interested in the grass of his neighbor he immediately asked, "What are those?"

The assistant knew better then to insist the Prater concentrate on the sphere in his hand, instead he explained. "These four were taken from the prisoner" He pointed to the first, glowing a orange color. "This is a Dress Sphere, the one she walked in wearing, called 'Warrior', this one" he said pointing to the next "Is a 'Trainer' allowing her to use a pet and this is the infamous 'Full Throttle' It seems she is one who can use it."

"The scroll." Sorin asked demandingly.

"A Garment Gird allowing her to use the Spheres." Pointing to the fourth and final sphere the man turned out and captured the prater's attention. "This however is not the same color, more blue. It's a CommSphere."

Sorin's eyes went wide and he jumped away from it. "To whom? Cover it! What if they hear us!"

The assistant shook his head and picked up the small object. "It doesn't seem to work like that sir, there is a talk button, and an emergency beacon button."

Sorin took the sphere and turned it inside his hands. "No doubtable made by the boy."

"Yes, which means she is a Gullwing, and that her friends will be coming for her."

"What is this then?" Sorin asked lifting up the fifth orb.

"Trouble"