raspberryturk | Room 501, Wednesday Afternoon

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Room 501, Wednesday Afternoon

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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"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

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

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

"Yeah? That's pretty much it?"

"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."

...

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.

Rikku looked over at him, considering. "You, uh. You'd ... be okay with ..."

She leaned in, slowly, brushing her lips over his.

... With just kissing?

It was new. Different. Maybe he liked it. Maybe he wasn't sure.

Maybe he was smiling against her lips again.

She nipped, lightly, at his lower lip before pressing closer and deepening the kiss. Her fingers were back to his buttons again, only a couple of them left, pop, pop, pop, that was easy enough, wasn't it?

She pulled back, uncertain. "Sorry, was that ... okay? I mean, can I ..." She bit her lip, giggling. "Everything's kinda backwards, this time."

He was giving her a bit of a lopsided grin, now.

"Backwards, you figure? I'm not gonna stop you, yo."

Rikku blushed. "I know. I m-mean ... last time it was ... m-me trying to make sure I wasn't going too fast or r-rushing things and ... so I ... keep feeling like I should ask if I w-want to ... you know."

The best way to demonstrate her point would be to peel his shirt back and drag her tongue in one long swipe up the side of his neck. Hmm. Probably couldn't hurt to nibble, either. For clarity.

Yep, no. Nibbling never hurt. Ever. It was very helpful. Cleared everything right up. And it was going to make him grin some more. And lean his head back. And shut his eyes. And mmmmmm.

"Ask- wha?" He would be coherent again in a moment.

The other side of his neck looked neglected. She should lean around and remedy that. Which was much easier if she turned a little and ... well, let's be honest. It'd be much easier if she just crawled onto his lap. He had a very cozy sort of lap, and if he objected, he'd say something, wouldn't he?

Well, she certainly seemed to fit well in his lap, didn't she? He might never have noticed, except that she had the perfect reach from there to get that spot on his throat right there that was so very, very neglected. He'd just tilt his head like so, and be as pleasantly comfortable a seat as he could manage.

That spot? She should circle it a few more times with her tongue before nipping it, and sucking it into her mouth. That was a very neglected spot. She should repeat the process once or twice just to be sure.

She wasn't sure why her hands decided it was time to be rid of the rest of his shirt, but who was she to argue? A light tug and she could toss it away and now there was much more skin to curl up against. Mmmm, skin.

This was a good way to break in his new room. Or, at least, a good way to commemorate his first time being shirtless in his new room. With a hot girl on his lap, her mouth all over his neck.

He could get used to that.

His own hands were going to sneak up her shirt again. It didn't have to come off for him to do that thing she liked so much before.

"You really don't mind if I ... ?" she breathed against his neck, working her way down again. Hmmm. Shoulder. She hadn't ever bitten his shoulder. That was a shame. She should fix that.

She wriggled encouragingly against his fingers ... and then stopped, blushing and giggling. "I, uh." She sat up a little, pulling away from his shoulder - which, for the record, tasted pretty nice. "I'll be right back. Like. Ten minutes. Maybe less. Okay? I gotta ... um."

Reno wasn't even going to boggle, this time. He was going to just blink and exhale and perhaps even laugh, just a bit. "Heh- What now?"

She didn't have to go. Really. She should be biting his shoulder some more, dammit.

Rikku rested her forehead back on his shoulder, laughing a bit herself. She pressed her lips against his skin. "I have to change," she admitted, laughing harder.

This girl was officially crazy.

He liked that.

"What, you didn't wear the right sorta clothes for a housewarming party? It ain't exactly a strict dress code, yo."

She straightened up a little, blushing furiously and giggling.

"Reno?" she said. "The, uh, The ... b-bra I'm wearing? Has enormous green frogs on it."

And now that she'd admitted it, could he please let her go change?

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