Room 501, Wednesday Afternoon

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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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[the_merriest]

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

[the_merriest]

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.

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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.

[the_merriest]

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.

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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.

[the_merriest]

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.

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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.

[the_merriest]

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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"Too much?" Inquiring minds needed to know, here. Reno's mind was very certainly inquiring. And his hand was still just hanging out. Casually. "Gotta communicate with me, here."

He was smiling. And patient. And nibbling on her bottom lip.

[the_merriest]

"I don't know," she said honestly. "If it's too much or not, I mean. Kinda ... trying to figure that out."

She blushed, and then nibbled back, lightly. "Been ... a while," she said softly.

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"Hrm." Reno licked at his lips- hers by extension- and considered this. "Tell you what. You tell me when you figure it out, yo."

The hand in question retreated and lingered at her waistline, his thumb rubbing her hip lightly. He was bound and determined not to have a bout of dead air here, though. So he kissed her again, firmly, before he relocated his lips to her throat.

See, communication was theoretically easier when one's mouth was freed up, like so. Or at least that was Reno's theory.

[the_merriest]

"No f-f-fair," she murmured, tilting her head back and running one hand up his side. Oh, dammit, skin just did things to her. She nudged her hips against his fingers and dug her fingernails in again.

"I-if I ..." Stop. Stop talking, Rikku.

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"If you?" Her neck tickled against his lips as he spoke, so he decided what needed to be done to remedy this was another bit of a nibble before he pulled his face away. "I'm not makin' it easy, am I?"

Reno never made it easy. Easy was too... easy.

[the_merriest]

Rikku sighed. "No, you're not."

She leaned up for a quick kiss before she sighed again and sat up, scooting toward the edge of the bed. "I think I was gonna ask what'd happen if I asked you to put your hand back. And then I kinda realized I already knew that." Shirt. Shirt?

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Reno nodded, shrugged a little, and leaned over to gather her shirt and belt up off the floor for her.

"Probably." No, he wasn't going to deny it, here. If she asked for it, he'd have done so. Why the hell not, right? But the line seemed to be drawn at kissing, biting, and shirtless wrestling, and the poor girl didn't seem to have a clue about how far over the line she was ready to go. So he'd ease off today, hold her clothes back out toward her, and let her put her brain back together, or something.

Yeah.

Damn it.

[the_merriest]

Rikku sighed. "You would, and I'd like it, and then I'd think, gosh, these shorts should come off, they're in the way, and one of us would decide to take your pants off, and then, hey, check it out ..."

She pulled her shirt over her head.

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"Before you know it, we're tripping past your limit. And you don't do that," Reno supplied, so-very-helpfully. "I know."

He fished around for his shirt and pulled it on, not quite buttoning it up just yet. "It's okay, zoto."

[the_merriest]

"I don't trust myself," she said softly, pulling the belt through its loops. "It's ... I mean. Tempting."

He had no idea how tempting. Except for the fact that he probably did.

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He had a fairly good idea, yeah.

"Drawin' the line where, then?" Because... how was he supposed to know, right? They'd barrel right over it and then she'd look back and get all flaily and panicked and it'd be his fault for being too damn hot. Or something. "You plannin' on figuring it out as you go, or what?"

[the_merriest]

"I ... have no idea," she said, shaking her head. "I'm still trying not to reach over and put your hand back."

That was totally a classy admission, there, Rikku. Nice.

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"Ah." Reno nodded and stuck his hands into his pockets. There, temptation removed from sight. "Now's a bad time, then."

[the_merriest]

"Probably," she agreed. "Um. Everything ... up to that? Was awesome. That's the gray area, for the line, and anything past that's a no-go. Is that a good place to start?"

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"Sounds like a great starting point, to me," Reno agreed.

Damn it anyhow and then some.

"Kissing. Biting. Laughing at your bra. That, I can do."

[the_merriest]

"The bra removal was good, too," she pointed out. "I was only objecting there because ... uh. Big green frogs."