A/N: Digitalgirl89: Finally I update. Well I don't own these characters, Square Enix does. Hope you like.
Seashell110: Well, this was a fun chapter to write. And right here, right now I'll say my disclaimer for this entire story:
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy X, X-2, any of it's characters, ideas, etc, or any name brand(i.e Rocawear or Baby Phat) or designer label(i.e Chanel or Dolce and Gabbana). I'm tired of having to list them out. -.-;
I walked off stage, swimming through crowd to get a drink from another drink from the bar. I noticed that Tidus was clapping. And when I say clapping, I mean clapping loudly. I brushed past him, and sat three barstools away from him, slapping my hand on the counter and demanding a rum and coke, then some tonic water to sober me up if I got too tipsy. I didn't want to get that wasted tonight like the drinking olympist to my right.
I glanced at him and noticed that he had downed four shots of something I could smell was strong, but didn't quite know what. He was going for a fifth. I lifted my foot and rammed it into his butt, the heel of my Manolo digging into his hip. He yelped, spilling the contents of the shot glass all over his Hanes white tee. He glared at me.
"What the fuck?"
"Drink any more, and you'll be so wasted tommorow you probably won't even remember your own name," I quipped, blinking my long mascaraed eyelashes and turning to face away from him, pouring a taste from my freshly mixed drink down my throat. The tiny clinking sound Tidus' ring made against the glass I was holding reminded me it was there.
Why am I wearing this again? I thought, knowing fully well why.
Tidus had gotten a napkin and was attempting weakly to wipe the alcohol from off his shirt when Auron, his bodygaurd came over and took the barstool on the left of Tidus.
---Tidus POV---
From the corner of my eye, I could see Yuna examining the ring I had given her. /Was there still hope?/
I was still staring at her, admiring her long gold braid and the way it fell down her back when Auron wandered over and sat next to me, breaking my train of thought.
"You know, you need to stop drinking so much, Tidus," Auron commented unnecessarily as he eyes the four shot glasses on the counter in front of me, then the stain on my shirt.
"I /like/ to drink," I looked him straight in the eyes--well, the one good one, anyway--hoping to ward him off.
"You'll learn some day, boy."
"Why do you always call me 'boy'? I am twenty-one," I remarked, furrowing my eyebrows, folding my arms across the bar counter and resting my chin on them, feeling younger and more immature by the minute compared to people like Auron and Yuna.
"Because you act like one." He smiled just slightly, then ordered a scotch and water. I hated that shit.
"Ha, that's for sure." Yuna had suddenly spoken from across the bar, smirking when I turned to look towards her again.
"Who asked you?" I frowned.
She smirked and shrugged. "No one. But I chose to say it. Anything you're gonna do about it?" Yuna asked, cocking in eyebrow seductively, reaching up behind her neck and suggestively tugging at the tie to her gold satin halter top. I stared, my mouth agape, and she smirked again. I knew she got a kick out doing this to me. Because she knew that I couldn't have her.
--Yuna's POV—
I was starting to get bored, sitting there at the bar with an immature guitarist and a grumpy bodyguard. So I stood up, and waded into the crowd, hoping to get in a dance to a song I liked. As I walked through, I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I spun around to come face-to-face with the bass player of Tidus' band, Baralai.
"Hey." He sounded out of breath--probably from dancing--but he looked nothing more than content with a huge grin across his face. He wore a plain dark green hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath, some huge medium wash jeans and white and green Nikes. Well, atleast he knew how to dress.
That's a start, isn't it?
"Oh hey, Baralai." I smiled.
"Wanna dance?" He asked, lending out his hand. I nodded, taking his hand in my own. Why not? To my surprise, a slow song came on.
How convenient.
I saw many people sigh in relief, as they were exhausted. So I wrapped my arms around Baralai's neck, as he wrapped his around my waist. We slowly began to move from foot to foot swaying gently to each side rhythymically to the slow R&B that was playing.
"You know, Yuna," Baralai started, lowering his hand down my back in a more comfortable position. "There's something that I wanted to ask you..." Baralai and I had become close friends ever since Tidus and Dona broke up. Coincidently, it was the same night Tidus and I had hooked up. He'd noticed the knowing glances Tidus and I kept giving each other the entire time he played, then asked about it. I'd lied, of course. Ever since then, we'd seen each other occasionally and went to the movies or something. But Baralai always had to back off, mainly because I think he knew there was something going on between Tidus and I for a while. But lately, I think he's noticed that I haven't been all that interested in Tidus. He's a good friend, a nice guy. But I wasn't ready for him to get all official on me or anything.
"Yeah, what is it?" I asked, half-knowing what he was going to say next.
"Well-" Baralai was cut off, noticing that a crowd was beginning to form around us. Random people in tacky clothes were beginnning to snap pictures of us. Fuck the paparazzi--my lifetime philosophy.
They're so nosey, it's almost boring to talk about. They even found out about that hot hook up that I'd had with Tidus. Now, apparently, I'm a slut.
Baralai and I seperated from each other as we looked around at all the photographers. Baralai took my hand, and we disappeared into the crowd. We went outside of the club, and sat on a bench nearby.
"Sorry about that," He apologized, taking both my hands in his.
"Oh, it's not your fault. It's mine," I looked down, ashamed, then up at the night sky. "Beautiful, isn't it?" I remarked, referring to the array of stars arranged in the black sky.
"Not as beautiful as you," He replied, sounding almost as corny as a fairytale.
"Thank you." I smiled
akwardly and looked down. Exactly how many times have I heard that before?
He tilted my chin up with one of his fingers and leaned in, pressing his lips against mine. Before his tongue could slide into my mouth, I backed away, blushing.
I slowly got up, then said nervously, "Uh...the after party starts soon. We should get back inside."
"You're right. Let's go," He said, beginning to walk back into the club with me following by his side. We headed over to the VIP section, where it was being held. And there ain't a party unless you're a VIP--my second philosophy. We walked up to the door, where we ran into the bouncers in their usual attire of black muscle shirts and jeans. Immediately recognizing Baralai and I, they moved out of our way.
I looked around the room, smiling. Bunches of famous artists, executives and party animals that just happened to know the right people were gyrating against each other to the heavy-bassed loud hip-hop blaring from the speakers, sweating waterfalls.
"Yuna! Over here!" Wakka and Gippal, Tidus' friends called over to me. I was friends with them, too. So I headed over with Baralai at my side.
"Hey, guys." I greeted them, hugging first Gippal, then Wakka. I didn't even look at Tidus. Baralai stood behind me and looked a little bit uncomfortable. Didn't he still need to ask me something?
"So, what are you guys up to?" Gippal asked, giving Baralai and I a knowing glance. I bent down to adjust the strap on my Manolo Blahniks as if I hadn't heard him--a technique that came in handy for conversations like this.
"How much have you had, Tidus?" Baralai made a face, then waved his hand around, as if to rid the smell of the offending booze.
"Uh...one, two, fifty, sixty-eleven..." Tidus slurred, counting on his fingers. Baralai rolled his eyes. He was always the most mature of the group. He retrieved a bottle of tonic water from a nearby table, and handed it to Tidus.
"Drink," he demanded, shoving it under his nose. Tidus grabbed it and chugged half the bottle, then set it aside on the table. He shook his head a couple of times.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my bare shoulders, and I whipped my head around to come in direct contact with my cousin, Rikku who looked gorgeous in a white spandex tube top, a super short denim miniskirt, white fabric ankle boots and a matching white headband with a stack of gold bangles going up her right arm and a matching gold belt and earrings. Her blonde hair was pulled into a long ponytail on top of her head with a jungle of braids spilling to frame the sides of her face.
"Hey Rikku!" I greeted, pulling my cousin into a hug.
"Hey Yunie!" She exclaimed, returning my hug. She pulled away, as she looked to her right at another familiar friend of ours. Lulu.
"Hey Lulu!" She exclaimed in the same fashion, hugging her as well. Lulu smiled appreciatively, and hugged Rikku back.
"I'm going to go see my Gippie!" She said, as ran off, abandoning Lulu and I before we even had the chance to talk.
"Nice." I rolled my eyes, turning to complain to Lulu, but just as I looked in her direction, she was gone, already in front of Wakka, chatting it up. Typical.
Crap. Baralai. I looked around, beginning to search the crowd. Where is he? I totally forgot all about him. I searched, weaving through groups of sweaty, dancing bodies, hoping to find him so he wouldn't think I abandoned him. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder and spun around coming almost directly face-to-face with Tidus.
"Wanna dance?" He cut straight to the chase. I have a problem with saying no to people, mostly guys. And he had been kind of, sort of nice to me. Maybe I was being just a /little/ bit too harsh?
You think?
Tidus' POV:
Lulu had come over, taking all of Wakka's attention, as they continued to talk in an apparently fascinating conversation on the "simply gorgeous" chocobos in the Calm Lands. I mean, who talks about that? Especially Wakka?
Rikku had gone to dance--or more so, gyrate--with Gippal. They sure became fast friends.
So I'm pretty much alone.
But why shouldn't I have a little fun myself? I realized Yuna was alone in the middle of the dance floor and Baralai was nowhere to be seen.
What a perfect opportunity.
So I waltzed over to Yuna, in her almost transparent silk pants and fancy gold halter top, tapped her on the shoulder, and when she turned around to face me, I said with the most confidence in my voice that I could muster,
"Wanna dance?"
Yuna POV:
"Um...sure, why not?" I shrugged, grinning and looking confused, then allowed him to take me by the hand and lead me to the very center of the dance floor where we could be seen by everybody, and as Bubba Sparxxx "Heat it Up" blast through the speakers at max volume, so loud that my ears hurt and my chest vibrated with the bass, Tidus grabbed me by my waist and pressed his body to mine, my back facing him.
Someone's in a bit of a hurry.
The chorus began.
Heat it up when this shit drop
In them big spots
Where the players let them bottles pop
See the steam on her back when her hips pop
She get it real hot, so heat it up girl
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
I slowly and hesitantly at first began to vibrate my body from my shoulders to my hips, smiling in satisfication when Tidus sighed contentedly, wrapping his arm around my waist. As the song progressed, I turned around to face him, pressing my body entirely against him, digging my long manicured nails into his back. He raised his hands to feel my exposed back. Our hips were still moving together in perfect synch with the music.
What it is, how are things
My phone was on silent for a minute now it rings
If you too cool, then I'm too cool
Let's not boo-who, let's just do what we do
Movin on, new song, new loan
Sometimes you can move right and still do wrong
Aint nothin' fancy, just line up and run it
By the time you've finished talkin' bout it, I'll be done done it
Collipark, Bubba Sparxxx
Do the Ying-Yang thang or anythang, I'm just a star
Ms. New Booty, thank you ma'am
Bottom broad brought me back, dawg this money changing hands
A lot this way, a little thattaway
Earn Sunday through Friday, spend on Saturday
Yeah that's the play, get it up and keep it up there
Heat it up slow, let him quickly beat it up, Yeah
I lifted Tidus's T-shirt up, exposing his skin to the warm air, and ran my nails along his six-pack that I knew he had, biting my lip as he let out a satisfied groan. This was definitely fun. Tidus brought me closer still, to the point where I could even get a hand between our bodies, and I could feel the bulge forming in his jeans that was pressing against my thigh. We were still grinding intensely to the song. I buried a hand in his bleached blonde hair and ever so slowly bit his lower lip, running my teeth first then my tongue over it's softness.
I pulled back, realizing at once that he was in a complete state of bliss. Reaching up, he groped my boobs through the fabric of my top and I gasped in surprise. Then, just as the song ended, he leaned in two inches and nearly swallowed my entire mouth, ramming his tongue between my lips. He knew I liked it rough.
He ran his hands down the length of my body to my butt and grabbed it, pulling me closer to him. Just as I felt his tongue plunge deeper down my throat, he thought he was slick and ever so slowly started inching his hand up my top from the front.
Before he could grab ahold of the goods, just as his fingers grazed them, I yanked his hand out and pulled away.
But he pulled me back to him, shoved his tongue down my throat and indulged his hands into my pants instead, running his finger along the rim of my boy short underwear. I pulled back from the kiss, still keeping my body glued to his and bit first his upper lip, then his lower lip, and greedily sucked on it. Once I was running my nails to the front of his jeans, I heard someone say, very very softly,
"Yuna."
And I sprung from his body faster than anything, then whipped my body around to come face to face with Baralai, just as he was backing away and solemnly exiting the club.
A/N: Seashell110: Whew, writing limes sure is fun! What'd ya think? Please read and review, yall!