Room 501, Wednesday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

Packing.

It was much faster a job than one would expect, given how much crap Reno had amassed since coming to Fandom. But he had managed to stuff everything that he had come to the island with into the same duffel he had brought initially, and most of his booze stash even managed to get crammed in there as well. This left a box with a model helicopter to be carried under one arm, and he was good to go.

Turks, after all, knew how to pack light.

Reno, who was thankfully far less blue than he had been last night, looked around room 501, smirking faintly. If there was one thing that could be said for the school office, it was that they worked decently quickly. Even if they couldn't spell to save their lives.

Room 429. A single. Tseng would be sated, anyhow, and it meant that Reno got a room all to himself, which wasn't half bad, either.

[Establishy-ish? I'm leaving for work in half an hour, but it's open if anyone wants to ask Reno what he's up to-- if you're okay with not being pinged back to until later on this evening.]

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[raspberryturk]

Singles were great. Reno was of the express opinion that everyone in the world should have a single. So much opportunity. So many conversations to be had.

If her hand was on his leg, his hand was going to have to be on her hip. It was simply the way of things. As was nibbling back. And tongue. Mmm.

[the_merriest]

Oh. Tongue. Tongue was so very nice. His tongue should say hello to hers. And could she suck on that little cupid's-bow of his upper lip, some more, please? She was pressed even closer and couldn't remember what she had wanted to be talking about, earlier. She couldn't remember that she had needed to say anything at all.

[raspberryturk]

Reno was going to further along the conversation by sliding one hand up her shirt. Just a little. Just enough to trace his fingers over her skin. Just enough to make certain that the words they weren't saying wouldn't be falling on deaf ears.

He was grinning against her lips. They were bringing up excellent points here, weren't they?

[the_merriest]

Her heart was pounding and he had such lovely fingers and they were alone, weren't they? In his room, door shut, and she wasn't sure what they were doing or what any of it meant if it meant anything at all but ... she liked it. So maybe she would breathe deep and ease into it. Getting her feet wet. A nice day for it, wasn't it?

[raspberryturk]

The perfect sort of day for it.

Housewarming party.

He was going to have to kiss her more deeply and run that other hand of his up over her skin, too.

[the_merriest]

Deeper. Slower, and leaning up to let his hands brush over her skin. Skin, she'd missed skin, and why did he have so many layers? She could nudge his jacket down his shoulders, but not really take it off unless his hands left her skin. Maybe she'd settle for sliding her fingers around the collar of his shirt, peeking in at the edges.

[raspberryturk]

It was a good place to settle. The only thing better than settling there at this point would be making motions to unbutton it, and this progress was going to be halted eventually by the fact that he was reluctant to remove his hands from under her shirt.

This was mostly because of where they were headed while they were in there. Oh, hey, her bra!

[the_merriest]

Rikku ... swallowed hard, and ... somehow that didn't seem half so terrifying as it had last week. Last week? They. She shouldn't. Except it was only a bra. Nothing so awful about a bra. Really. Right?

She slid one hand down to toy with the top button of his shirt, not quite undoing it, his fingers sending shivers straight through her.

[raspberryturk]

Nothing awful about it at all.

Which didn't stop him from pausing, here, considering for a moment before he reached one hand around her back to seek out the clasp.

[the_merriest]

Rikku stilled. Okay. Decision time. Not that the last moment wasn't a decision time, when his hand first crept under here, and not that there wouldn't be one again in a few seconds the next move he made, but still. That was the point, wasn't it?

Clasp. Clasp? Deep breath, and her fingers guided his button back through its hole and then slid down to the next button, and there was just a little more of his skin showing, if she were to look - which she couldn't, her eyes were closed and her lips teasing and her tongue tangling with his - and that meant the next button and that meant a little more. Clasp. Very. She eased into the kiss again, deeper.

Clasp.

[raspberryturk]

Clasp! Clasp, he could do! Easily, at that, like he'd maybe been undoing clasps his entire life and weren't bras fun? They were. Did she know what was more fun than bras?

What was underneath them, of course. Such as his hands. His hands were now underneath her loosened bra. He followed this gesture up with a bite at her lip.

[the_merriest]

Th-that ... was the point of the clasp, after all, wasn't it? So he could put his hands ... there? She took a nervous breath and then nipped back as his fingers played lightly and she was shivering, and this time she couldn't blame the cold. One hand was still lingering on his buttons but the other slid around him again, she needed to be closer, the kiss should be deeper, and ... oh. His hands should do that again.

[raspberryturk]

His hands were going to do it again a few more times, actually, before doing something else that was almost the same, just to see if she liked that more.

And if she didn't, he'd have to make up for it some other way. Like reclaiming his mouth in order to nibble at her chin. And then to suck at her throat. And, while he was at it, maybe he'd lift his arms a bit in order to hike her shirt up some.

[the_merriest]

Oh. Oh. She most certainly did, he should do that again, and she'd tell him as much if her lips weren't occupied with his. The happy little mmph was possibly just as communicative.

And then his hands were drifting down and his mouth was wandering and her head was tilted back and she wanted to stretch out onto his bed and her shirt, of course, it was just in the way, really, he sh---

Abruptly, Rikku remembered something and pulled away, wide-eyed. "Uh, I ... can't," she said, tugging her shirt back down. Fighting the urge to facepalm. And not even for the reason he probably suspected, which was the touching itself.

Of all days to wear her stupid frog bra.

[raspberryturk]

"Uh. Okay?" Reno raised an eyebrow as he reached around to clip up her bra again. It was only polite. Meanwhile, his brain was going through all of the reasons why she possibly couldn't. That time. Headache. Flesh-eating disease. Bad tattoo. Speculating wasn't nearly as fun as knowing. "Should I ask why, here?"

[the_merriest]

"It's a bad idea anyway," she said abruptly, pretending that wasn't a change in topic. "I mean, uh, we're here and you h-have a single and you were being all and ..."

This would be more convincing if her fingers weren't still playing with that one button of his. So she stopped them. And blushed harder.

"Never mind," she grumbled.

[raspberryturk]

"Mmm-hm." He wasn't going to forget who it was who had backed herself against the door, here. "Fine, we can drop it. You think it's a bad idea, who am I to complain?"

This was Reno. Not complaining. See? Well-behaved Turk.

[the_merriest]

"You were going to take my shirt off!" Rikku said, gesturing. "And I can't 'cause -- and besides I mean just 'cause I came to your room doesn't mean I'm gonna ... you know! That's all kinda sudden and I'm not like that and ..."

Flail: on.

[raspberryturk]

"Okay. So, the shirt stays on, problem solved." He was slowly growing accustomed to her flailing and insanity. At least the kissing was fun.

Or something.

"Don't expect any of it from you. You don't want to, we don't got to. We can... I dunno." Shrug. "Break in my toy chopper or something instead. See how straight we can fly it after a few shots of Cuervo, yo."

Offering options. See, he was flexible, even.

Crazy girl.

[the_merriest]

"Sorry?" she said, facepalming. "I don't ... I mean, I'm here, I like ... wh-what happens, I'm just not sure ... and I don't want you to be all, thinking things that aren't, and ..."

Deep breath. "I'm n-not sure ... how ... much I'm okay with. With, uh, with ... this kinda thing. And I don't want you thinking that ... uh, I am, and then I don't, and then you get all, hey, what's the deal, I mean, and ..."

She put her face in her hands and mumbled unintelligibly.

[raspberryturk]

"Nah, it's cool." Reno shrugged and stretched out backward on his bed, grinning up at the ceiling. "It ain't for everyone, I get that."

Damn it.

[the_merriest]

"You really just ... d-do that with people?" she asked curiously. "I mean. Hey, I like you, you're nifty, let's ..."

[raspberryturk]

He stared upward for a moment more before finally looking back in her direction.

"Yeah? That's pretty much it?"

[the_merriest]

"I can't do that," she said softly. "I mean, I like kissing you, and I ... I really liked what your hands were doing?" Really. "But I don't think I could just ... you know."

[raspberryturk]

...

Reno pulled himself back into a sitting position and looked at Rikku thoughtfully.

"Yeah. I know. You want I should stop, I can. I'm not gonna get mad at you here for not bein' okay with something."

Damn it.