The First Time Pt. 2
by PrettyGothGirl
All Disclaimers Apply
Summary: Cid contrives for Rikku and Gippal to have some quality time together. Part Four: Gippal rationalizes what he is doing and gets a surprise.
Author's Note: I guess you can blame this part on the Transporter. Apologizes for the lateness. I hope you enjoy. It's not quite as fun but still fun. Heh.
Gippal followed Rikku through the empty house. He kept his eye on her silhouette, which was mostly curves and skin due to her clothes. He'd really only being joking when he'd told her to dress sexy. It amused him she'd taken him at his word. A pissed off Rikku never had been precisely predictable. It was amazing she hadn't slapped him yet. Of course, she did enjoy kissing him so maybe it wasn't so amazing.
He liked that tiny pleat skirt though. It did interesting things to her hips and butt as she walked. It was tempting to put his hands on her thighs and slide them upwards rather than at her hips or waist. Of course, if he did do that he would get slapped. It'd totally be worth it though.
Well, it looked like he would have plenty of opportunities to work up to it. Finding this idiot could take a while. Gippal grinned. Plus, it sounded as if Cid had lots of people in mind to face justice or whatever. So that meant plenty of chances for him to be with Rikku. He couldn't have asked for anything better, oodles of excuses to be with Cid's little girl all the time, alone.
When they were alone he figured she wouldn't push him away.
They searched through drawers, chests, and tabletops looking for clues, papers, anything to help them out. He glanced at her as often as he dared.
She still flushed prettily though when they were alone.
She dressed in next to nothing anymore flaunting tanned skin. He wanted to stroke it, see how it felt under his hands. Would it catch? Her hair was so long now. She'd wrapped it around her fingers and piled it on her head. Just shit. How would it feel draped over his chest? Wrapped around his fingers?
She'd always been cute. She'd always knew it too, paraded it. Now she was sexy and it was slowly driving him mad. The subterfuge was a good way to get some release. She was going to be so pissed with him later. He shouldn't have said that about the kissing. Now he couldn't take it back.
He glanced at her and caught her glancing at him. He smirked. She colored and looked away quickly.
He didn't want her to push him away at all. He couldn't handle rejection. And he wouldn't be able to bear it if she did it in front of their friends. It was bad enough when he teased her and she got embarrassed over things. If she shoved him away in front of them like she did when he joked about them being a couple and he was serious about it, he wouldn't be able to handle it. The rejection would break something, something vital and metaphysical. He knew it. If she told him no in private and there were no witnesses. Well, he could always try again. In private, he could overwhelm her, convince her, cajole her something. If he tried doing any of the tricks he knew of in front of their friends, he'd lose before he started. They'd drag him off, call him a jerk or something. They might even be justified. There was no control of such a situation. None.
He winced as she started slamming things down. Yeah. She was pissed at him for the subterfuge comment. She still looked gorgeous pissed though. He got ahead of her and moved into the bedroom. The bed was empty, made. He looked around searching for a good spot to start.
A door slammed.
Gippal froze.
Loud voices drifted up in the silence. He couldn't tell where they were coming from, the street, the house, the backyard. He heard a deep inhalation from behind him. He felt fingers tugging on his shirt. He spun and looked down. Rikku looked back at him. She had a sort of 'I can't believe I'm doing this' emotion in her face. He jaw dropped. She tugged his shirt up and slid her hands under it. Her fingers splayed against his skin. He shivered and his muscles tightened. What was she doing?
The loud noises and conversation continued punctuated by laughter.
Rikku pushed to her tiptoes and kissed him. Rikku was kissing him of her own free will. Hell yes. But wasn't that his action? To kiss her? He decided not to think about it and just enjoy strawberry lip-gloss and warm lips. He wrapped his hands around her waist moaning as their lips parted. She pushed the shirt up more. Cool air hit his nipples, made them hard and him shiver again. Their lips met again, warm, soft, pliant. Damn, she was so sweet. She pulled back long enough for him to pull his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor.
She kissed him, pushing him back towards the bed. Her fingers rubbed over his nipples. He felt the bed hit his legs. He put his hands on her back and fell backwards. The bed was cool, but comfortable and his skin puckered. Rikku crawled on top of him, warm. His body arched towards her seeking that heat. He ran his fingers along her back, smooth satiny skin. He tangled them in the hair he wanted to touch so much. It was as silky and soft as he imagined.
He parted her lips and delved his tongue into her mouth. Shit, Rikku. Her breasts brushed his chest, nipples hard. She moaned. He curled his tongue around hers and she moaned again, sweet, sweet music to his ears.
He only dimly heard the voices move away.
She didn't pull away until the street was silent. She hovered him panting. He panted as well, dragged his hands out of her hair and stared at her. Where had that come from? Not that he was going to complain. She licked her lips and slowly sat up. He licked his bottom lip slowly and eyed her curves, her taut stomach and that long neck. Her hair spilled over her breasts. He licked his lip again. Her eyes snapped to his lips. He smirked. "Where exactly were you taking this?"
She flushed and ran her fingers through her hair, eventually pushing it back over her shoulders. "I-I-I-" She bit her lip. "I don't know." She shot him a poisonous glare. "Subterfuge, just in case."
He barked a laugh. He so deserved that. Subterfuge. It was such a fucking good excuse.
She huffed out her nose. "Well, I enjoyed it." She made a motion to move.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, using his arms to pin her thighs. "So did I. Just surprised, that's all, especially since you were pissed at me."
Her eyes widened. "You're surprised." Her entire voice seemed strangled.
He tilted his head. "It was unexpected."
She rolled her eyes. "Shouldn't we finish?"
Finish. Shit yes. He managed to sit up. "Yeah." He grinned and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "But not tonight." He murmured, voice low and husky.
She slapped his shoulder. "Not what I meant." She sucked her cheeks in and narrowed her eyes.
"Learn to specify."
"Just because you have a dirty mind." She hissed.
He kissed her again. Her mouth was too close, glistened too much, was too inviting and it would shut her up. Her eyes closed and she melted into him. It took everything he had to pull back and not just fall back over to finish what she'd started. "All right, now we finish the search."
She slowly opened her eyes. Her head tilted back, lips parted. She licked her lips and tucked her chin down. She looked him in the eye and sighed. "We better find something."
"I wouldn't get my hopes up."
"When did you become such a pessimist?" She raised her eyebrow.
"When you became a cynic." He said and pushed a lock of hair back from her neck.
"Am not."
"Not a pessimist either." He tilted his head and inhaled at her neck. She always smelled so good, like something you would eat.
"Are so."
"A realist I'll accept."
She grabbed his chin and pushed his head up. She kissed him quickly. "Shut up and help."
He picked her up and stood up. "Let me find my shirt. It's cold."
"Wimp." She wiggled out of his arms and turned to start searching again.
He smirked. "Enjoying my chest now?" She stuck her tongue out at him over her shoulder. "Careful now, don't give me more ideas."
"I don't have to give them to you. You have them already." She leaned down and ruffled through papers.
He leaned down and picked his shirt up, pulling it over his head. "And you have some of your own." He walked over and leaned behind her. He reached down and paused her in her shuffling. "That one." He said, lips next to her ear.
She turned her head and gave him the oddest look with the tops of her eyes. "Show off."
He tugged it from the pile. "Let's go." He wrapped his arm around her again and turned them around. He scanned the paper again in the available light and toyed with Rikku's hipbone.
"Yeah, I want sleep." She leaned her head against his arm.
"Want company?"
"Don't push it." She poked his arm.
He brushed a kiss on the top of her head. "Can't blame a guy for trying."
She bumped her hip against his and pushed the door open. "Can too."
He chuckled. See, she was always good for a laugh. Life with Rikku was entertaining and never boring. He'd have to find a way to thank Cid. This was going to be fun.
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