by PrettyGothGirl
All Disclaimers Apply
Summary: Cid contrives for Rikku and Gippal to spend some quality time together. Interlude 5: Rikku has no idea
what composure is and how she managed to keep it.
Author's Note: I would have felt ashamed of myself if I hadn't done Rikku's reaction to Gippal sans clothes. Poor
Rikku.
The door shut behind Rikku. She paused and stared ahead for a few seconds, gulped and then hung her head down putting her shoulders up so no one could see her and ran around the corner from Gippal's door. Her face felt like it was burning up. She leaned against the nearest wall and gasped.
Oh sands, oh sands, oh sands. What had she just done?
He- he- he had beennaked and she- she- she'd ignored it. She flushed harder and put her hands over her face. Oh sands. Oh sands. She knew she would be interrupting his shower but she thought he'd at least grab a towel. She didn't know he would just walk naked to his front door and back.
It was irrational. It was insane. Who opened the door naked and gave out a free show like that? Gippal was one cocky arrogant bastard, but that cocky and arrogant. The door, naked, fresh from an interrupted shower, it- it didn't make sense. This had to be some male thing.
She rocked back and forth and gasped in and out. Oh sands. Oh sands. He'd been so damn hot. It'd been so hard to not do anything. She had wanted to be all over him like chocolate sauce. Chocolate sauce- Gippal- her… oh sweet Spira.
She'd gotten away with standing in front of Gippal while he was naked and still managed to have the upper hand. If he thought about it too long he was going to be furious with her. And if he'd had touched her or kissed her, she would've been lost. It would have been all over. He would have been able to undress her and find out what she wasn't wearing right now and oh sands. She felt heat swamp her. Thank all that was holy and dark that he had been thrown by her composure.
Composure. She whimpered. What composure? More like iron determination not to look at him until she left or at least not overtly look at him. His face had been safe enough, even with his hair stuck to his head and water dripping down it and over his lips. Otherwise, He'd been naked,absolutely, utterly nothing on but water and sweat. She whimpered again. Nothing and he'd been gorgeous, lean, lithe, muscled, and male, and she was a girl underneath all her tomboyish ways and she wanted. And he'd wanted her back. She wasn't an idiot. She knew what his body's reactions had meant.
Oh sands. Thank goodness for her anger and her frustration at him. She ran her fingers through her hair. It kept her from plastering her body to his and making him see what he did to her on a regular basis. But- but- she couldn't. She'd been angry with him. He'd left her behind like he thought she was a child who needed to be protected from the world. She'd saved that world, twice. There wasn't any protection required. She had to make him understand this in the simplest terms possible. She was more than ready to be his equal inanything. She couldn't believe it when Pops had told her he'd gone investigating on his own. She'd been furious and hadn't even stayed long enough to find out where he had gone.
She fought the urge to hyperventilate. She felt so lightheaded. She tried to focus on the positive aspect of the encounter.
He'd been sweating a little. She had to have carried her plan off well if he had beensweating. Maybe he got the message not to leave her behind. Though, the sweat made her want to lean over and lick his skin to see how he tasted and that was just no good. She was supposed to be mad at him. How could she remain mad at him if he kept being so good looking? It wasn't fair at all. His jackassish actions shouldn't be outweighed by his handsome face and sculpted body and… she bit her lip.
She had to go. She had to get back in the safety of the Celsius before Gippal came looking for her. And no one, no one could ever know she'd faced down Gippal in his own lair while he was naked and not done anything to him. She had to be insane. He'd been naked. He'd almost been asking for her to do something, touch him, kiss him, shove him back into that shower and have her way with him. And she hadn't done it. He wanted her. She wanted him. It wasfucking stupid she hadn't made sure he figured out that she was just as much of a woman as he was a man. When was she going to get this opportunity again?
She flushed. Well, plenty of times if Pops had anything to say about it.
She stumbled away from the wall. Yeah. She had to go. She had to get back to the Celsius and take her own shower or even a bath, a nice long bath with bubbles and fruity things to drink and candles and memories of Gippal.
The memories of Gippal being the key ingredient to this little fantasy, she wasn't about to forget it for a long time.
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