by PrettyGothGirl
All Standard Disclaimers Apply
Summary: Cid contrives a way for Rikku and Gippal to spend some quality time together. Part Thirteen: Gippal tries to be casual about his sexiness in his tight pants but fails completely.
Author's Note: So, yet another filler chapter, of sorts, call this a tribute to the mindless details that only I seem to love. Fun tidbit: I started this toReality Check by Stigmato Inc. Beware the wandering POV. Sorry. And taking requests, suggestions and so forth!
Gippal threw as much casualness into his voice that he could muster. "Is this sexy enough for you?" He leaned against the hotel room door, arms crossed. The essential study in casualness, it didn't make his palms sweat any less.
Rikku turned from the window. He knew it was her by her long golden hair, posture and the exposed length of her back over a tiny skirt. A back he longed to lick up and hair he wanted to close the world off around them. He froze though when she faced him. It was looking at a stranger. Oh, he knew it was Rikku. She couldn't hide her bright green eyes, but he knew someone who didn't know her very well would be at a complete loss to her identity. He took her in as she took him in.
She had downplayed her eyes and emphasized her lips with a bright red color. He swallowed. Of course, he wanted to kiss her all the time anyways, so she put on red lipstick. But it was the designs painted across her face and as he looked down, he realized they were painted down her front and some around her arms and down one leg that really created the illusion of looking at a stranger. At their core they were geometric, like circuit patterns and then towards the ends they suddenly curled into flourishes ending in leaves and flowers, like the artist couldn't make up their mind about what they were doing. It was fascinating and mildly disturbing because if you looked too long you would swear they moved.
Rikku sighed internally. He was always sexy enough. That was the problem. He was too sexy. His looks outweighed his personality at times. Oh, she liked his personality except when he was being a pain in the butt, which was often anymore. She didn't remember him being quite so annoying. Of course, he hadn't been quite so sexy either, especially right now. His dark shirt short sleeve clung to his muscles and he'd put a vest on over it and… her eyes dropped to his pants. Her mouth watered because they were tight and looked like leather and how did he look from behind? She ripped her eyes back face and there was the true problem. He still looked like Gippal. Now, this wasn't really a problem, problem, just he hadn't thought this disguise idea through very well. That meant she had work to do. Good thing she thought ahead. Well, she had work to do on him anyways, thus the hotel room meeting.
"Almost." She said. It broke whatever trance he'd been in.
He jumped and stiffened. "Almost!"
She crossed the room and dragged him inside. "You still look too Gippalish." She glared at him over her shoulder and then threw and half pushed him down on the bed. His mouth opened and closed for a second and she took the opportunity to straddle him. The leather had warmed to the temperature of his skin and felt smooth along her legs. Her blood heated and she half closed her eyes.
"I am Gippal, of course I look like me." He grabbed her hips and then really noticed what she was wearing. He blinked. "Is that supposed to be a dress?"
"It's not supposed to be a dress. It is a dress. Hold still."
"What's holding it on?"
"Wishful thinking." She unbuckled all the straps over his vest and shirt.
He stared at her. You could see all the way past her belly button and he knew there was nothing holding it on across the back. So, what was holding the front part in place other than the buckled strap at her neck? "I'm serious." He helped her take off the vest. He was still too stunned to protest between her makeup, the dress and her response to his question. Besides, if she was going to undress him, who was he not to help?
"Sadly, I know." She rolled her eyes and pulled his gloves off. "Arms up." She pulled the shirt over his head and he shivered as she ran her nails down his front.
He raised his eyebrow. "I thought you said I wasn't sexy enough."
She raised her eyebrow back. "I said almost." She sighed. "And you're still wearing your signature eye patch." She slipped it off.
"Hey!"
"Stop being such a baby." She turned her head and threw it onto the bed and Gippal saw a few more earrings sparkling in her ear than he remembered. He bit his tongue. Rikku hated needles. He figured she wouldn't be happy if he pointed out the obvious and reminded her of something she probably had cringed through. She looked at him and shook her head. "We're supposed to be undercover."
"I know that." He was trying his best not to pout.
She leaned in and tilted her head, kissing him. He closed his eyes and rubbed her skin, finding out that he could put his hands under the top of the dress. He teased the undersides of her breasts with his thumbs, the skin soft and warm. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair, the barrettes on his sideburns the first things to go. Her mouth opened and he deepened the kiss, running his tongue over her teeth and rubbing it against hers. His thumbs skirted across her nipples. She pulled back and licked her lips. He could feel her breathe against his damp lips. She played with his hair more. "You are sexy, you know." She murmured. "I like the pants."
He smirked. "I thought you would."
She fiddled with his hair a few more seconds, moving it around. Then reached over and worked out his earring and took away the top hoop. She shimmied off his lap and strutted over to the bedside table. "And I thought you wouldn't get the idea of disguises too."
"Hey, if you have a plan it's best to inform me of the details before I come." He flopped back onto the bed.
"I don't plan. I sort of make things up as I go along. I just understand the need for disguises. We aren't supposed to be noticed." She glanced at him and it turned into a long gaze. He ran the tips and fingers up and down his abs and smirked as her eyes followed them. Just a little lower and… She blushed and turned back to the table grabbing the edge to hide her weak knees. "And if you show up looking like you, we'll be noticed. We're famous."
"So why is Cid having us do this again?"
"Because he wants us to get together. I thought you had figured that out."
"Well, now that it's out in the open." He put an arm behind his head. "Yeah, I figured." He wouldn't say aloud that he agreed with Cid. He wanted them to get together as well. And if Rikku didn't agree with Cid's method of doing things, well, oh well. "Is it working?"
She dangled new earrings over his nose. "Put these on." And then ignored the question. She thought the answer was obvious, but he had to ask. She rolled her eyes.
He sighed, grabbed them and sat up. It figured she wouldn't answer. "I don't know how I should feel about you dressing me." He fiddled with them.
"I partially undressed you. You want me to finish?"
He widened his eyes and grinned. That answered the question partly. "Sure."
"Well, not right this minute." She stuck her tongue out at him and headed into the bathroom. She didn't shut the door and returned a few seconds later with a stack of what looked like paper and a wet towel.
He narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing?"
She set the papers on the bed and sorted through them. "It's like wearing a lilac shirt and eye patch. You wear something ridiculous or exceedingly interesting, no one notices what you look like, instead they focus on the lilac shirt and eye patch." She wiped down his chest and smoothed a large piece of paper over it and replaced the towel.
"And my wardrobe corresponds to what you are doing, how?"
"The tattoos shocked you." It sounded like a complete change of topic, but wasn't.
He blinked. "I- um." He licked his lips.
"Which was the entire point, now hold still. Dachi has better taste than Anikki, but if you protest next job I'm going to Anikki."
"They look strange, I mean, good, but strange." He knew it wasn't the best compliment in the world. He looked down her body again. He wondered what she would do if he traced the path the designs made with his fingers. In an odd way, they made her look dangerous. While she was dangerous she usually didn't look it. He wondered if that confused people or made them underestimate her. He, knowing the power of her right hook, wasn't fooled.
"And no one will know it's me underneath them, not unless they look hard."
He nodded. "Especially Yuna or Paine."
"They come off with nail polish remover."
"But are applied with water." He tried not to sound too disbelieving.
She grabbed a bottle he hadn't noticed and held it in front of his eyes. Her nail polish matched her lips and had more of those strange designs, and even little gems. He looked closer and saw the gems scattered across her skin.
"Oh." He said. She pulled the paper on and blew on the design. He shivered and tilted his head back. "Shit, Rikku."
She grinned and blew on his nipple.
"Now you're just being mean." He couldn't suppress the groan though.
"It's those tight pants." She smirked and wiped down another area of his skin before applying the next paper, matching it up carefully with the first one. He stayed silent enjoying the feel of her hands wandering across his skin and the way her blowing made his skin tingle, pucker and his blood hot. It was exquisite torture, made worse by the fact she would lightly rake her nails at times to hear him gasp. The only thing that would have made it better was if she used her tongue. The thought of it made him want to groan. He swallowed it.
She wiped the liquid in the bottle across his skin. "I made sure yours could be worn under your normal clothes." She said softly.
"What about you?"
"I've taken a liking to the warrior dressphere. It's driving Paine nuts. So all I have to do are the face and the one side that goes across my hip."
"Clever."
She grinned and turned back to his clothes. "Hmm, vest yes, shirt… no." He shrugged it on and didn't bother to zip it back up. Rikku got up and dumped more jewelry next to him, including a new eye patch.
"Thanks." He paused. "I think."
"Just put them on, then you can go get lost in the mirror and preen." She rolled her eyes.
"And you can admire my butt in the tight pants."
She licked her teeth. Oh how she wanted to do that. "Since you're giving me permission, sure."
He tugged the eye patch into place and knew he'd be adjusting it in the mirror. "You're sure we don't have time to get naked."
"No nudity."
He grinned. "Hey, fair is fair." He headed to the bathroom and looked over his shoulder. True to form Rikku was admiring his butt in those tight pants. "I think we have time."
She crossed her arms and tapped her foot. "We need to start tonight, while we're young."
He sighed. "You've seen me. I want to see you and touch you."
She flushed under the tattoo and groaned. She covered her face. "Just- just-"
"Tempting?"
"Hell, yes."
He smirked. "So, I am sexy enough."
She threw a pillow at him and he dodged into the bathroom laughing.
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