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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"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."

"Is that so?" Reno sat up a little. He had that dangerous sort of grin on his lips. The predatory one. "Prove it."

Rikku held his eyes for a moment, and then reached down, digging the elastic of her panties out and lifting them up over the edge of her shorts. Orange cotton.

She let go and folded her arms, raising an eyebrow.

His move.

Smirk. Big, shit-eating smirk.

Oh, really?

She. Was so. Pounced. Lips first, really. But his hands were making their way to that belt of hers, because it simply had to go. And if it took her shorts with it, he could live with that.

She shrieked into his mouth - the good, happy, giggling sort of "MMMmmph!" as she landed on his bed, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, merrily pulling him along. Not that he wasn't following anyway. And one hand could slide down his back and really, why wasn't she digging her fingernails in anywhere? She needed to fix that. She needed - to be worrying about him taking her shorts off, except that seemed like a very nice idea and why would that bother her? The voices in the back of her mind were very silly.

Reno and his back were both quite thrilled knowing that Rikku and her fingernails were still present and accounted for, and he let her know with a throaty sort of noise against her mouth that was most certainly a throaty-approval-noise. See, he approved. And her belt was gone. Gone, on the floor, out of sight, and he was now questing to see if he could find his way into her shorts without looking.

He had total confidence that it was doable.

Rikku stilled, every nerve in her body on fire. He w-was ... his hand ... he ... his fingers were ...

Deep breath. Except that was a rather quick deep breath, she should take another one. Maybe another.

The plain orange panties were all that separated his questing fingers from ... er. Her. And she had no idea how she felt about that.

No, that wasn't true. Half of her wanted to sit up and find her shirt. And half of her wanted the panties off immediately. Sooner that that.

She pressed a light kiss against his lips and tried to figure out the percentages.

Hrm. That was a light kiss. Which wasn't protest. It was also not mashing-her-face-against-his desperation to be out of her shorts.

It would appear, then, that it was hesitation.

His hand, it lingered, but waited for some sort of 'go ahead' or 'fall back' warning before he'd consider moving it again.

His lips, on the other hand, would occupy the waiting period by kissing her a little more firmly.

Her lips moved under his and when did this start seeming so natural? His kiss was familiar and yet still new and crazy and unexpected and she was in his room missing half of her clothes and that seemed completely normal as well. This ... was dangerous.

A lot of her didn't care.

She nipped lightly at his upper lip and blushed. "I, uh ..."

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