by PrettyGothGirl
All Disclaimers Apply
Summary:Cid contrives a way for Rikku and Gippal to spend some quality time together. Part Ten: Rikku and Gippal learn
that the best laid plans never survive the first contact with enemy and the meaning of hard work.
Author's Note:This was actually the first chapter I wrote. I had to tinker and make it longer. LOL Anyways, this
was actually Mission Impossible (the alley bit) and this chapter is where the title of the story comes from. YAY! Enjoy.
"You know, I like your father's idea of quality time together." Gippal lounged against a padded bench. His eyes were hooded. Rikku gyrated on top of the table. Her ankles level with his head. He reached out and ran a finger along one as she pivoted. "You should wear heels more often." His lips barely moved as he spoke. He tilted his head and eyed he ribbons wrapped around her legs. She was doing well on this whole dancing thing, since she hadn't had much time to learn. Of course, he was admittedly biased.
She slid down the bar in the middle of the table, hands over her head. "I don't think so. The only reason you like this is you get to sit there and do nothing. I'm doing all the work." She barely moved her lips as well. Her reasons for wearing heels were very practical, but now wasn't really the time to share.
He tried to keep his face from being disgruntled. He was doing hard work. It was hard work to just sit there and not reach up, grab her and pull her into his lap. There was a whole bunch of things he'd love to do with her once he had her there. He shifted in the seat and pasted an amused expression on his face. He wasn't going to give her a hint of what he was really thinking, of how frustrated he was just to sit still and watch her wiggle in the most distracting ways. "Very sexily I might add." Which was a reason to enjoy the situation a little bit, no matter how frustrating it was. How often did he get to see Rikku back arched, and sweat standing out all over her skin, pushing her small breasts up on a table no less, which afforded all sorts of views that he normally didn't get to enjoy. It was hard work to be able to look up her skirt and not be able to do anything about it. So, it wasn't the same as her being naked, but Rikku in a skimpy outfit gyrating to heavy percussive music was just as sexy and had rewards of its own if he allowed his imagination to do some work. It wasn't like she hadn't given him plenty to work with lately.
She parted her lips a fraction and ran her tongue along the bottom one. Her hair shifted with her movements, barely covering her breasts. Damn, she was beautiful, which just made him want to pull her into his lap all the more. Work, work. He sighed inwardly. He liked Cid's idea of quality time. He had better ideas of quality time, which generally included being completely alone, a bed being optional. He didn't need a bed, a bed might be comfortable but completely unnecessary. His eye glazed over.
She shifted her hips back and forth and slowly stood up. Stomach muscles taut. "What's our target up to?"
He refrained from growling. He didn't want to think about the target. He focused his eye past her on another Al Bhed seated at another table within his line of sight. Rikku lifted her leg above her head. "The same thing I am, appreciating a view." He returned his gaze to Rikku, the only person he really wanted to look at. It was hard not to drool.
She grabbed the bar, wrapping the leg around it and spun about for her own look. "Shit."
"What?" He shifted his gaze again. Nothing had changed with the target. She'd seen something he couldn't in his range of vision. That was the problem when she was standing on the table and he was slouched on the bench next to it.
"Paine and Yuna just walked in." She kept up her movements, swinging around the pole and arching back towards him, hair trailing along the tabletop. A golden waterfall glowed in the lights.
He blinked. What the fuck? He turned his gaze back to the target.
"Shit." He cursed and brushed her bangs back as she turned around him.
She jerked her body up to the bar, pressing her front against it. "What?"
"He's moving." Gippal muttered and watched as the guy started working through the crowd. He was trying to be casual and failing miserably. Why were Yuna and Paine here at all?
"Well?" Rikku asked. She twirled around and around the bar.
"First time we've gotten close to him. We have to take him out." It was time to end this farce.
She risked a glance at him. Their eyes met. Underneath his calculating, he appeared hungry. He wanted to pull her to him and eat her, but even now work came first. She shivered. She hated work sometimes. He'd been touching her casually the entire time and the movements of the dance were meant to make her horny she was sure of it. The dim light of the club softened the planes of his face and made his eye gleam. The feather light touches had sensitized her skin that she tingled and wanted to gasp at every one. Damn her father, damn the stupid job, forget it all and go and do something worthwhile, like glue herself to Gippal's body and not let him go all night long.
She did her own calculations. They had a few plans. Plan A was loud. Cause a fight and get their target in the confusion. But with Yuna and Paine in the club there was the risk of being seen. Plan A always carried the risk of being seen. It was still halfway safe since no one should put them together with the fight. Plan B was quiet and didn't involve the two of them directly at all. Plan B would also get them out of the club without being noticed. Rikku gritted her teeth. She didn'tlike plan B. It wasn't as fun. It didn't allow her a chance to work off some of this tension. Didn't involve as much mayhem and they hadn't talked it over as much. It was supposed to be the backup plan. "Plan B then." She muttered and managed to make sitting look as if it was part of the choreography.
Gippal had already moved around the table. He wrapped his hands around her waist and helped her slide off the top. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her ear. "Follow my lead." He kissed her cheek and pulled her away from the table. She tucked her body into his side and slipped her lips over to his. They walked this way through the crowd, kissing and touching and making quiet conversation. It was mostly Gippal telling her where to move or moving her with his hands if his lips were otherwise occupied. She giggled though and made flirtatious eyes. It would have been much more fun if they were able to give in to the heat in his eyes completely. She hated appetizers without dinner and dessert.
She couldn't appreciate it as much as she wanted as she tried to keep an eye on their struggling target. Somehow Gippal maneuvered them out the back door first. He tugged her a little ways down the alley, out of the range of the light. "Yuna probably spooked him." Rikku murmured as he pressed her against the wall.
Gippal chuckled. "Yeah, since she's so intimidating."
Rikku giggled. "I'd be scared."
He picked her up. "Wrap your legs around me." The hunger had moved to the forefront. Now he could do what he wanted. He had liked Plan B much better. It was so vague he could improvise as much as he needed.
Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. "Is this part of the plan?" She did as he asked though.
"Mmmhmm." He leaned down and kissed her. She moaned as he parted her lips with his tongue and she promptly forgot everything, the target, Yuna, Paine, the plans. There was Gippal and only Gippal. Her eyes closed.
She tasted as sweet as she always did. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he spread his legs so he could support them better. Her tongue rubbed against his and he stroked her exposed skin. There was so much more than usual. Her legs tightened around him. He cupped a breast, warm, firm.
Her gasp almost drowned out the opening of the door.
He broke the kiss and ran his lips down her neck as an excuse to look towards the door. Her head tilted back and she moaned. Her hands twisted into his shirt. She wasn't playacting anymore. He'd never been playacting in the first place.
The target stood outside the door. Perfect. "Target in position." He murmured into her ear, and the microphone set into the earring. "Secure on my mark. Mark."
She tilted her head down and grabbed his chin. She pressed her lips to his and devoured him.
Neither paid attention to the group of Al Bhed spring from the shadows and surround the target with guns raised and a knife to his throat. Neither saw them quietly secure his arms and legs and neither noticed when they led him away.
Their tongues fought with each other. Gippal reached up and fumbled pulling the earring out. He dropped it to their feet. His hands sought her stomach and rubbed the muscles. She moaned again and ground her hips into him.
Electricity jumped through him and he tore his mouth away from hers. "Rikku."
She panted and licked her lips, some of the now returning. He twisted his head and sucked the bottom lip into his mouth. She responded and slid her hands under the collar of his shirt, scraping her nails along his skin. Forget plan A. Plan A was boring. Plan A was too loud, too noticeable. Plan A didn't involve Gippal's warm lips or hard body or his hands. She writhed against the stone and scraped his tongue with hers as it invaded her mouth again. Forget plan A. She liked plan B. Plan A didn't melt her insides and cause an ache to run through her feeding and releasing the tension all at once. Damn.
"Gippal." She gasped as soon as she had room to speak. He met her eyes and deliberately teased her breast. She stopped breathing for a second. He nibbled on her bottom lip.
Here was one way shenever wanted him to treat her in public. This alleyway was public enough and there was no one else in it. He seemed to realize this at the same time.
"We should move." He murmured and kissed her again gently.
If they moved, plan B would be over. She whimpered and clung to him. She buried her face in his neck. "I don't want to." She sucked his skin into her mouth, tasting him, laving her tongue along it.
He groaned. "Yuna, Paine could-"
She closed her eyes. She didn't want them catching her in this position. Yet, would it be so bad for them to see her and Gippal together? She inhaled shakily and leaned backwards and looked into his eyes.
He cupped her face. "We're aren't supposed to be involved at all." He reminded her.
She dropped her eyes to his chest. "Right." She stroked the back of his neck. It was hard to remember they were living double lives. She only wanted to live one, one in which Gippal was her passionate lover all the time.
He stroked her cheek and forced her to look back up. "A few more minutes." A few more minutes to be together, to touch, to kiss, to hold on to each other before real life pulled them apart again, the life where Rikku was inexplicably angry with him most the time. He wanted to put off going back to that. Screw the consequences.
She smiled and met his lips. For now, perhaps, they could pretend just a little bit. It couldn't hurt too much, right?
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