Room 429, Friday Evening

[raspberryturk]

Reno had a new laptop.

Reno owed Rude about a million for sending him said laptop. And for covering his behind so far as questions from the boss went. And probably for a million other things including but not limited to drunken escapades at the Gold Saucer, but foremost in his mind were those first two. He'd give his partner a call tomorrow to thank him.

Tonight, he had to crack down and attempt to write that report that was now ridiculously, insanely overdue.

He'd already managed to crank out a detailed (if not grammatically correct) write-up about the angels, and whether Tseng liked it or not, that was going to be the bulk of Reno's report. They'd freaked the Turk out enough that he wasn't taking any risks leaving out information regarding them, just in case they had cousins somewhere that might someday wander to Gaia.

Ugh. Work.

[Mostly establishy, and the door's closed, but the post is open if you need him, yo.]

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[the_merriest]

There was a knock. A very chipper sort of knock.

[raspberryturk]

Chipper knocks were, by far, much better than typing up reports, and so Reno shut his laptop and went to answer the door.

"Yo!"

Always a welcome distraction, right there.

[the_merriest]

Hello kisses were also nice distractions.

"Hiya," Rikku said. "Having fun?"

[raspberryturk]

Hello kisses were so much better than stupid overdue reports.

The report could be one more day overdue. Tseng could cope.

"Typing sucks," he informed her. "Make it better."

Stealing another hello kiss would help, of course.

[the_merriest]

"Report?" she asked. "Don't you dare get pulled back home, after all this."

She stepped past him into his room, and oh, could he shut the door, please? Because her arms were around his neck and --

"But I think maybe I can make it better," she grinned. "I have some ideas."

[raspberryturk]

"I like your ideas," he decided, pushing the door shut with his foot because his hands were already making their way around her waist. "Your ideas are worth not gettin' pulled back to Edge for, yo."

They were. Very.

[the_merriest]

"Counterproductive," she murmured, inbetween kisses. "My ideas mean you can't write your report right now, and you should."

Probably unfair adding the pout.

[raspberryturk]

Very unfair. Very.

"Tseng's been waitin' for what, two weeks for this thing, now? He can wait until tomorrow, yo. Besides, my hand's crampin' up."

It was. Really. Except for how it wasn't.

[the_merriest]

"Which hand?" Rikku asked, eyes dancing.

This was, potentially, a very important sort of question.

[raspberryturk]

It seemed like a very important question, didn't it? So Reno gave the best answer he could come up with.

"Pick one, zoto."

[the_merriest]

Rikku slipped her right hand back to twine around his left, then pulled it towards her mouth.

"I hope it's not this one," she frowned, before popping one of the fingers into her mouth. Hello, finger! She released it to move on to the next. "I like this one." And the next. "I may have plans for it." And that one she was biting before she let it go.

[raspberryturk]

"You know, funny thing. That hand ain't cramped no more."

It must be her touch. She was some sort of prodigy bite-healer voodoo queen. It was all so perfectly clear, now.

"Lucky for me you paid me this visit, yo."

[the_merriest]

"Just your lucky day, isn't it?" she purred. "I'll have to see if I can fix the other one."

Well. The licking and biting and rolling-around-in-her-mouth had worked so well for his other fingers. Logic said that was what she should try first. She was all about the logic, seriously.

[raspberryturk]

"Other one's pretty bad off," he informed her. "Might have to work harder on that one."

Maybe it was worse off. Maybe he just liked it when her tongue was on his skin. She wouldn't fault him either way, would she?

"I think you might have to spend the night, just to make sure it's still doin' okay, zoto."