The First Time Pt. 1
by PrettyGothGirl
All Disclaimers Apply
Summary: Cid contrives to have Rikku and Gippal spend some quality time together. Part Three: Rikku is furious and things get crazy.
Author's Note: Apologies for the delay, things took longer than I expected and then I didn't feel well. Sigh. And I forgot how funny (or at least I think it's funny) this chapter was. I hope it was worth the wait.
The orders Pops had given them were simple and not that long. This is the target. Here are his crimes. Locate. Observe. Retrieve alive. It was the first that was truly the tricky part and the sphere had died after the second viewing, one for her and one for Gippal. They'd been smart enough to watch it together and a second play through hadn't revealed any new or better information or even any helpful information. She was going to throttle her father. Way to make a next to impossible situation.
Rikku ground her teeth in rage and took great pleasure in grinding the sphere to dust. Gippal's suggestion on what to do made her almost throttle him.
"Well, best thing to do when you need to find something is to start looking." He said.
"All right smart ass, where?" She glared at him.
He shrugged. "Luca."
"Oh yes, Luca." She threw her hands up. "Why didn't I think of that? Oh right, because it's only the busiest city in Spira."
"Then we best get busy." Gippal smirked. Rikku flushed at the innuendo. "See ya tonight, Cid's Girl."
Her hand closed into a fist. He turned and began to leave. So, she couldn't punch him. "I have a name!" She shouted.
He negligently waved a hand. "Wear something sexy."
She fisted her other hand. How dare he- She could barely breathe. She felt her nostrils flare. Who was he to give her orders? Who had put him in charge? She would dress as she liked and she always looked sexy.
This had to be her father's idea of a practical joke pairing her with Gippal. She clenched and unclenched her fists nostrils flaring with each inhale. Gippal disappeared. The boy pissed her off as much as he attracted her. She never knew in an encounter with him whether she was going to strangle him or kiss him. Sometimes she wanted to do both at once. It made very little sense.
She shook her head sharply. Pops had said something about quality time. She hissed. "Pops." It had to be a matchmaking scheme. Honestly, couldn't she do her own matchmaking? Sure. She would be trying for Gippal but couldn't she go about it in her own way? She huffed and pushed her bangs from her eyes. Men with a capital M. She started back towards the bridge. She had to arrange a rendezvous with the Celsius and then figure out what she was wearing tonight. It would serve Gippal right if she showed up in the thief dressphere but that wasn't the point of the job.
She was definitely having words with her father.
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Her first words sounded snide. She was still angry with him for that afternoon. "Is this sexy enough for you?" She struck the sexiest pose she could think of, hands piling her hair on the top of her head, hip jutting to one side. She watched feeling Gippal's eyes take in her painted face, her outfit and her body. His lips slowly turned upwards into a full-blown smirk. He didn't say anything. She began to feel awkward. She twitched wishing she could wrap her arms about her stomach or peel the shirt off his back and cover herself with it. His eyes continued to roam her body. It slowly dawned on her he wasn't going to speak. "Well?" She snapped.
He blinked. "Wha- Oh yeah." His eyebrow rose. "Definitely sexy."
She dropped her arms and rubbed them with her hands. "Wonderful" She muttered. "Let's get on with this."
"Hey, don't I get something in return?"
She gave him a quick once over. He looked pretty much the same, clinging shirt, ballooning pants. He was missing the armor it seemed. "Mouthwatering, as usual." She said and he pouted. It was a melodramatic fake pout. She ignored it.
"Not very enthusiastic." He crossed his arms. "I'll have to try harder."
She didn't even want to think about that. "Can we just get on with this?"
"Got somewhere better to be."
"No- maybe – asleep!" she sputtered and turned away. She jumped and stiffened as he wrapped an arm about her waist like he had that afternoon. She didn't dare turn. She knew how it would end. This pose was just a trap. She wouldn't fall for it this time.
He put his lips next to her ear. "We could forget about this and go directly to sleep if you want." She shivered and licked her lips. It was tempting. He continued. "Curl up under blankets and snooze the night away. No one would ever have to know."
The timbre of his voice shivered in her ear, traveled down her back and curled into the base of her spine. She gasped arching with the tingling sensations. "N-no."
"No?"
"We told Pops we'd do this."
"We didn't tell Cid anything and given you were the victim of a traumatic kidnapping you deserve a break."
She pressed her lips together. He was so stubborn. "No."
He sighed and adjusted his grip and position. "All right, this way." He pulled her along. She flushed as they hit the streets. She knew they had to look like a couple out for a late night stroll with his arm around her back, hand playing with her hip. If only it was true. "I had some of my people-"
"Gippal." She hissed. This was their job.
"Discreetly check out building records in Luca. They didn't get through them all but did find a good list of where to start."
She sighed. "Pops said quiet. You know, us working, no one else knowing."
"My team is quiet. Trust me."
She grumbled under her breath. He did have an unspoken point. This was a rather large job to handle by themselves. "Fine." She gave in. "Your already leading. So lead."
He took her down a quiet residential street. She wasn't sure what she was looking for so she looked for everything trying to ignore the warm brush of their thighs as they walked or the way his fingers beat a tattoo on her hip to some inner music.
"This one" He murmured.
It was dark, either everyone was asleep or it was deserted. Gippal turned up the steps. Her eyes widened. He couldn't be serious. "Is anyone there?"
"Far as I know, nope. Can you pick the lock?"
She spared a glance for the keyhole. "In my sleep."
"Good." Without warning he pressed her back against the door. She squeaked. What was- He chuckled and her eyes widened. He was laughing at her. His head tilted and he leaned down. Her eyes widened more. His mouth touched hers, lips gentle and firm. Not again. Twice in one day. He was crazy. His lips left and then returned. He stroked her stomach with his thumbs. Her eyes closed. Oh damn. She leaned into the kiss responding. Warm damp friction, she tasted her lip-gloss on his lips. He parted her lips with his tongue and she moaned as it rubbed hers. He broke the kiss. "Pick the lock." He murmured, breath hot on her lips.
She opened her eyes. Yeah. He was definitely crazy. His lips closed over hers insistent. She responded too shell shocked not to. He wanted her to pick the lock backwards, while he kissed her. That was a definitely a new level of insanity and taking her at her word. This couldn't be real. He licked her bottom lip dragging his tongue along it slowly until it tingled. The idea that he was dead serious twisted her stomach. She reached into her hair and fumbled for her picks. He slid his tongue back into her mouth. She wasn't sure where to pay attention, her hands or the amazing feeling of Gippal's mouth on hers. She teased it with the tip of her tongue and felt him curl his around hers. She closed her eyes and almost dropped the picks. She slammed her hand against the door. Shit. She slipped it downwards picks with it fingertips questing for the keyhole.
No one had better be home after that. Their tongues scraped together and then his retracted. She pressed her tongue after his, probing into his mouth trying to figure out what he tasted like. All the while her fingers searched for the keyhole. She felt a recession in the door. Gippal sucked on her tongue, exerting pressure on it. Something inside her tightened in response, spreading her legs. Oh shit. He moved closer. Heat poured off him in wavers. Her fingers skittered over the keyhole almost losing it. He sucked in a steady rhythm. It pulled that same response. She shifted and wrapped her free hand around his neck.
The tip of the lock pick slid into the keyhole. She tried to focus on feeling for the pins she needed to lift and not the feel of his hair and skin or the racing beat of his pulse under her thumb or maybe that was her pulse. The lock picked moved in further. She didn't want to think about the symbolism of it either. How they could just forget all of this, go someplace and Gippal could slide into her and unlock her desires and pleasures. She groaned. It covered the click of the lock disengaging.
He broke the kiss and dragged his lips to her neck. "Now laugh." Her head tilted back as she started to kiss down it. He was certifiably insane. She could not laugh on command. He solved the problem and tickled her sides. A giggled exploded from her. Damn him. He reached around and turned the knob. The door opened inwards and she stumbled back. Gippal's hand on her waist the only thing keeping her upright. He kissed her again and moved her backwards by the simple process of stepping forwards. He carefully shut the door behind them.
The kiss went on for a few more minutes until Rikku realized they were in the house. She backed away, looked around and licked her lips. "What was that about?" She looked past him towards the door. She felt achy and tingly. If Gippal made any positive sign towards continuing she probably would.
"I enjoy kissing you, subterfuge, I really enjoy kissing you."
She flushed. "Oh." She clasped her hands in front of her and realized she was still holding the picks. She flushed more and slipped them back into her hair. She turned slightly away. "So, shall we?"
He embraced her again. "Absolutely positively."
His catchphrase made her angry for some reason. She gritted her teeth and refrained from kicking him in the ankle. He was wearing thick boots, so it would do no good. She shook him off and headed into the house. "Let's get searching then."
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