raspberryturk | Room 429, Sunday Night

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Room 429, Sunday Night

Okay. So the fight against the centaur yesterday had been fun.

The fight against Hades today had been... less fun.

But they'd pulled people out of Hell-Or-Whatever-It-Was, and the day was saved. Or something of the sort.

Clearly, the best way for Reno to celebrate this was to bang his forehead against the door, down one ponytail and up one Rikku.

He'd get around to actually opening his door eventually. Just as soon as he felt up to pretending that his hands weren't too charred to dig the key from his pocket.

[For the modded-with-permission girlfriend!]

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She turned around to watch him, face carefully neutral.

"I thought that was ... a warning, or something," she said, lifting a shoulder. "Like, hey, we can do this, but ... you don't date, so I shouldn't expect anything. It'll be ... whatever happens, happens, but you're not gonna get attached, and you don't want me thinking that ..."

Well.

"That it meant anything," she finished, not really able to meet his eyes. The wall was interesting, wasn't it?

...

"I already was attached," he replied, shaking his head slightly. "Meant something. Meant everything. Was the first time anything ever meant anything like that. I just... I mean. Never dated anyone before. Ever."

He couldn't stress that "ever" enough.

"I was ... trying not to be," she said, flushing at that. "I thought ... you were being up-front, you were being honest, so if I got attached, that was my problem and I'd ... keep it to myself, you know? Not cling or pester you or ... you know. Stay too long, afterwards."

Like borrowing his boxers and skipping back to her room like nothing had happened. That sort of thing.

He opened his eyes and looked at her for a long moment, the corners of his mouth twitching a little like he was deciding if he wanted to laugh or cry or scowl, at this point.

...

"I wanted you to stay."

"I wanted to stay, too," she said, smiling a little wistfully and leaning back against him again. "You were ... all cozy and warm and Reno-scented. I hadn't even meant to stay the night, I mean, I wasn't going to, I just kinda ..."

There had been awesome sex, and then she'd called him a dork, and then thud, she'd been out like a light.

Take a stud point, Reno!

Stud point: Taken. And framed and hung on the wall. The wall in Reno's head. Good enough.

"You're the first girl I ever spent the night with, you know."

He figured this was worth sharing.

Aw, what the heck. Rikku could totally earn herself a ... female-stud point, for that one, herself.

"Are you serious?" Rikku wriggled a little to look up at him. "You ... never did the snuggling thing? Dude."

How could anyone miss such a vital part of the whole thing? Waking up wrapped in someone's arms and watching the sun stream through the window, deciding maybe you should stay in bed and kiss and play a little longer ... seriously!?

Reno nodded and shrugged his shoulders.

"It was pretty much fuckin' like rabbits and then one of us would get up or both of us would get up and someone would go. But you were all... asleep, and fuckin' cute and I didn't wanna go anyhow. And you were... warm. Or somethin'. It was nice."

Also, it had been his room. Which probably wouldn't have changed his decision not to snuggle, had it been anyone else. He would have just woken her up and punted her through the door.

Rikku totally earned herself immunity from punting.

Rikku glanced over at him. "I was ... cute?" she said, laughing a little sheepishly. "Instead of the usual, girls going at it with you like rabbits, I feel asleep and I was warm and ... you ... didn't kick me out or whatever."

Didn't feel like something to take a stud point for, right then.

Reno smiled and settled back a little more into the headboard.

"Well... yeah? I mean, you were all... asleep, and you looked comfortable. And you were warm and maybe I kinda drifted off, too. It was nice." A pause. "Didn't wanna wake up the next morning. Was too nice, zoto."

Rikku raised an eyebrow. "So instead of going at it for round two, round three, round seventeen, I passed out?"

See, very not a stud point situation.

Time to lean back against him. "It ... was. You were warm and cozy and I didn't ... uh. Realize that you weren't supposed to stay the night, if it was just ... you know."

"No, nonono," Reno corrected her, quickly. "One-night fucks ain't supposed to spend the night. You were more'n welcome."

"You weren't seriously thinking of me like that back then," she said dryly, giggling a little. "I mean, I got up and left and you were all 'hey, have a good day.' And you were on dates at Caritas, too."

"Wasn't on the dates so I could go datin'," Reno replied, shaking his head. "Just had to get out, clear my head or whatever. Figured spendin' time at the bar was a good way to do that. Might as well have company while I get piss drunk. You know, I. Uh."

He raised an eyebrow, a bit of a weird, confused smile crossing his face. "I wouldn't've gone through all the effort to learn Al Bhed and get you flowers and all've that if all I wanted was a good screw, right? I mean, that'd be kinda pushin' it, if I didn't actually care."

Pause.

"And I did care."

"I ..." That earned a frown, as she mulled it over. "I kinda wasn't ... thinking of it like that? Like maybe you ... wanted to be friends but were also ..."

She couldn't quite get that to line up right.

"You just ... why did you learn Al Bhed? For real, I mean. You were bored? You wanted to show off? You ... wanted me to know that you were ... serious?"

Reno shrugged.

"Looked like a neat language, and I thought maybe you'd like it. Didn't try to learn it with gettin' you in the sack or nothin' in mind. Just... I dunno. You mentioned you missed it. So maybe it'd be... easier or somethin' if someone could speak some of it."

...

"Tet ed ramb fedr dryd, yd ymm?"

She had to turn around to kiss him, and she had to kiss him at hearing something like that.

"Oui, ed tet," she said, nuzzling against his cheek and kissing his jaw. "I think ... I'm more myself than I have been in a while. Because ... I missed hearing it, I missed speaking it, some things come out right in Al Bhed in ways they don't in Yevonite. It's who I am, you know? And it ... made me feel like ... you wanted to know all of me, not just the bits that were hanging out in plain sight. But me, the me that sometimes hides behind those. I'm not making any sense, am I?"

"You make perfect sense," Reno decided, leaning his head just slightly while he spoke to make the kissing that much easier. "I mean, that's pretty much the nail on the head right there, yo."

He grinned. "Ghufehk suna ypuid Rikku. See, you just totally figured out my evil plan, zoto."

"Your evil plans lead to snuggly kisses," she giggled. "That makes them seem way less evil than they would otherwise. If you're gonna be really evil, you should work on that."

She nudged her nose against his cheek. "Dryhg oui."

"Oui'na famlusa," he answered, nudging his face back against hers, and then grinning. "You know, that sounds a helluva lot better in Al Bhed than it does in English."

Well, it did. It sounded all... classy, or festive, or something.

Reno would've just went 'meh,' if he hadn't been aiming for Al Bhed. Which, while typically Reno, didn't have half the oomph to it.

Rikku laughed. "Rin always greeted people with 'Famlusa!' I think sometimes he was being super-Al Bhed on purpose, just to seem ... showy, to people? As a salesman thing. Maybe that's weird. It's on my voicemail, too. Famlusa, I mean. It just has a nice sort of roll to it. Oui'na famlusa. Seems like someone should bow."

Reno had himself a bit of a chuckle at that.

"I'd bow, but that means easin' offa you, first. And there ain't no fun in that."

Seriously. Day from hell. Not willing at all to back off an inch, here.

"I'm too cozy to get up," she murmured, leaning against him with a sigh. "We'll have to bow later. If we 'member."

Reno nodded his agreement and eased back until he couldn't ease back any more.

"Make, like, a note of it, yo. Bow."

It was kinda strange, leaning back and not feeling the pull of his hair getting trapped between his shoulders and the bed.

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