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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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?

Okay. Reno was going to need a moment here. To catch his breath because this was so fucking absurd that he had to laugh harder.

Okay. Okay. Whew.

"That's all? Really?"

She shoved him, playfully, laughing almost as hard. "Yes, that's all! You're laughing at me and I didn't think I was gonna be seeing y- ... anybody today who'd see it and I have all sorts of pretty ones and some that are just plain or whatever but I was bored and so I have big green frogs on today, okay? And I think there are stars. Little ones. It's sort of a ..." She facepalmed, her shoulders shaking as she giggled. "... A m-mood-killer?"

Reno needed another moment. Just to grin at her. No cracking up, promise.

"Yo, Rikku?" He dug around inside the waist of his pants and grabbed the elastic of the boxers he was wearing, pulling them out just enough so that the moogles that were all over them were just barely visible. "We're even, yo."

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Rikku stared for a moment, and then clapped a hand over her mouth, laughing like crazy.

And then she lunged forward and kissed him hard enough to knock them both over onto his bed.

Reno was making the mental note to wear his moogley boxers more often. But the note was bound to get garbled up somehow, as he was really paying more attention to the fact that he was laying on the flat of his back having his face mashed in and damn, she was such a dweeb.

So, instead of worrying too much about mental notes, he was going to run his hands over her back and pull her right up close against his chest.

Was that his tonberry boxers he was supposed to wear more, or the cactaur ones? Oh well.

All of them. She was going to be a big fan. Really.

She straightened out, bringing her knee around this way, and hey, that was far more comfortable, like that. She pressed her hands against his chest so she could sit up again, straddling his torso.

Yes, that meant stopping the kiss. It also meant she could get her hands in the bottom of her shirt's hem and peel it up over her head and let it drop to the ground.

Ta-da!

Reno had the very strong sudden urge to applaud. He managed to fight it down, but the wolf-whistle that lingered just beyond it then wrestled its way to the surface and made itself known.

And then he clapped.

"Very nice, yo!"

The pink... burned a little. On his eyes. But damn, that was cute anyhow. He approved.

"You can laugh," she grinned. "I know, it's silly, I just felt like being festive."

She posed again. "Completely a fashionplate, here."

"You got me feelin' like I should be sittin' here in my boxers just so that we're coordinated or somethin', yo." Reno was not going to strike a pose. No way, no how. "I feel overdressed for the occasion, all of a sudden."

Her heart was pounding a little at that, but she laughed. "That's a little lopsided, isn't it?" she asked. "We're both down a shirt. If you're down to your boxers, you'd be way ahead."

"Then I guess I'd have to find out what you got printed on your panties, wouldn't I?" Reno figured this suggestion was only fair, of course.

She blushed, and fidgeted a bit with her hair. "They're plain, yoto. Just orange I think. Not all that interesting."

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