Inter-Office Memorandum

Hey! I thought I'd try my hand at a GippalxRikku pairing. A sphere was the start of FFX-2, so I thought it might be fun to use a sphere for the start of something a little more steamy and mindless. This is my first FF fic so please bear with me :)
Inter-Office Memorandum
by: HariBlue
Disclaimer: I do not own any Final Fantasy characters

A chipped, lopsided mug was all he had managed to salvage of his things in the wreckage of Home. It looked entirely incongruous on his desk sitting next to neat stacks of paper and the random pieces of machina that he inevitably picked up throughout the day.

The desk was very much in tune with his aesthetic preferences - sturdy, hand crafted, powerful. A man’s desk in a very masculine, one might even say grown-up sort of room. So why is it, he mused as he picked the mug up to sip his coffee, that he kept this ridiculous thing decorated with badly painted cactuars? He could still remember how his kindergarten teacher had struggled to guess what the green blobs on his art project were supposed to be.

As he chuckled at the memory of how dismayed he had been to learn that no one, not even his parents, could figure out what he had painted, there was a loud knocking at the door. “Come in!” he called out, inwardly sighing with the knowledge that his free time for the morning was officially over.

“Morning Gippal. I’ve gotcher mail for the day.” The Al Bhed worker staggered into the office with a large box overflowing with envelopes stacked in his arms.

Gippal looked up hopefully, “Is that it?” The worker snorted derisively, “Yeah, dream on Boss. I’ve got another three like this sitting in the hallway.” He went back and forth from the hallway to Gippal’s desk, dropping a box at the increasingly apprehensive man’s feet with an ominous thump at the end of each trip.

“I hate this part,” thought Gippal when his employee had left him. Steeling himself against the sense of boredom that already gripped him; he reached for his letter opener, and dug into the pile.

People always seemed to think that running a Faction would be glamorous work: followers running to do your bidding, beautiful women fawning over you, the occasional opportunity to save Spira from evil menaces – but the truth was, he spent most of his time slaving over paperwork.

The first box of mail took him about an hour to open, record, and file away. The all too familiar headache started about three fourths of the way through the second. As Gippal reached for the third box, he comforted himself with the fact that at least most of the papers were new orders and not bills.

“Just two more boxes and then you can go work on the new prototype,” he reasoned with himself. Gippal looked down at the packet at the top of the pile marked “Inter-Office Memorandum” which was addressed to him but had no sender specified.

“Since when did we start using these?” he wondered. The Machine Faction was pretty casual as far as office protocol went. Usually, if an employee had something to tell him they’d just shout it out to him as he passed by and often embellished the information with a few creatively worded insults as well.

His curiosity aroused, Gippal quickly turned the packet over in his hands and opened it up only to find that there were no papers inside. When he tilted it over and shook it lightly, however, a small, glowing sphere rolled out into his outstretched hand.
Intrigued by the unusual break from his monotonous morning, Gippal popped the sphere into the sphere viewer he had wheedled out of Shinra last month.

Leaning back in his chair to watch, he gulped down the last sip of his coffee – and then promptly choked on it when the images recorded on the sphere registered in his mind. Cid’s girl – no, not Cid’s girl. Rikku. Rikku was naked on his screen. Completely naked.

Gippal sat dumbstruck in front of the sphere viewer. It was as if he were kneeling at the foot of the bed with Rikku stretched out on her back in front of him. In the video, she lay with her tanned legs bent slightly at the knees, rubbing them together sensually as her hands traveled over her body.

“What the hell is this?” he blurted out. His conscience was demanding that he turn off the sphere immediately when he heard the most arousing thing to ever come out of those speakers - his name.

“Gippal…” She whispered as her hands began massaging and squeezing her breasts. “Oh man,” he thought. There was no way in hell he was going to turn it off now. Completely entranced, he stared as her right hand left her breast to trail downwards at a painfully slow pace. Rikku parted her legs with her knees bent on either side of the bed, giving Gippal a straight view up the length of her body. The hand reached the blond hair at the junction of her thighs and her fingers danced teasingly over it.

Feeling the familiar pressure of arousal, Gippal automatically reached for his zipper and pulled out his semi-hard penis. He caress himself lightly, his hand just barely touching skin and watched as Rikku, apparently tired of the light touches, reached downwards and covered her folds with her hand, rubbing up and down.

“Gippal, touch me” she moaned, her back arching up in demand. As her left hand pulled lightly at her nipples, her hips began to undulate with increasing force into her hand.
In response, Gippal began stroking his erection in earnest, his left hand moving lower to massage his testicles. His other hand moved back and forth from the base of his member to the top, occasionally rolling over the head and eliciting soft grunts of pleasure.

On the screen, Rikku parted her folds with her left hand and moved the fingers of her right to her clitoris. Whimpering, she moved her fingers in a small circular motion over it, her legs moving restlessly over the bed. Gippal’s cock was smeared with pre-cum, and as he fingered the slit on the tip of his penis, he imagined that it was the wetness covering Rikku’s fingers. He couldn’t remember feeling this desperate for a woman since he had first hit puberty.

His motions stilled as Rikku stopped her ministrations and shifted on the bed. Turning over, she propped herself up on her hands and knees. Now, Gippal found himself ogling Rikku’s backside with her enticingly wet folds front and center on the screen.

She reached between her legs with one hand, her forehead resting on a soft pillow and once again stroked herself, now with less control as her orgasm was building. Her breathing quickened, much like Gippal, who was panting at the sight of Rikku enacting one of his favorite fantasies.

“Come inside me, Gippal, I’m so close” she gasped and as Gippal watched with bated breath Rikku entered her vagina with her index finger, moving slowly in and out with swirling motions. Gippal’s swollen cock throbbed with excitement when Rikku added another finger into mix and began thrusting her hips backwards, impaling herself on her fingers.

Gippal groaned deeply and thrust his cock into his hand in time with Rikku’s hips. “Gippal…harder…I need…more” Rikku cried out and inserted yet another finger. “Th-three” Gippal thought to himself and wondered how much longer he would last with her calling for him like that.

Rikku’s movements became more and more erratic as the sensations became overwhelming. With her muscles visibly clenching around her fingers, Gippal watched Rikku cry out loudly as she climaxed, her legs shaking underneath her. The sight of her collapsing on the bed, shuddering from the aftershocks drove him over the edge and with a few quick thrusts Gippal came, his cum spraying out over the desk.

His hand dropped away from his penis. Too spent to bother with zipping his pants, Gippal just sat in his chair, staring at strangely erotic sight of his semen dripping down the screen, over the image of Rikku’s body. The sound of boots thumping down his hallway brought him back to reality, and he rushed to fix his clothes and cleaned off his desk.

The boots reached his door and just as he was about to tell them to enter the office, he remembered the sphere. Quickly ejecting it from the sphere viewer, he slipped it into his pocket for safekeeping. After checking once more for any incriminating evidence, Gippal called out, “Come in!”

The door opened and to his surprise it was Baralai, not one of his mechanics, who walked in. “Hello Gippal,” Baralai walked over to the desk and sat in one of the chairs that faced it. “Uh…Hey” Gippal replied, feeling distinctly uncomfortable.

Of all the people in Spira, it would be Baralai who came to see him. That guy had an uncanny ability to zero in on anything Gippal wanted to hide. True to form, Baralai’s next words were “Are you feeling alright Gippal? You look a little flushed. Shall I open a window?”

“Yeah! A window, good idea Baralai. I’ll get it” Gippal turned away quickly and moved to open the window. He took a few calming breaths and reminded himself that there was no reason in the world why Baralai should guess that he had just masturbated to a video of Rikku touching herself. Touching herself and calling out his name.

Before Gippal could get caught up in his thoughts, Baralai interrupted, “Gippal? Are you listening?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, sure I’m listening.” Gippal walked back to where Baralai was sitting and tried to act as if he hadn’t just completely missed everything his friend had just said. “What happened to your mug?” Baralai asked. “My mug?” Gippal turned to find the mug in pieces next to his desk where he supposed he had dropped it while he was…distracted.

As Gippal scrambled to push the shards out of sight, Baralai chuckled, “You are acting rather strangely today Gippal. I do not believe that I have ever seen you look this distracted before. I suppose it is a woman that weighs on your mind?”

“How does he always know?” thought Gippal and tried to slip back into his usual buoyant self. “Well, now that you mention it Baralai, I am experiencing a major case of lust. Tell me O Wise Praetor, what do you advise I do?” he smirked.

“Why Gippal,” Baralai teased, “from all the rumors I’ve heard, I would have thought you’d already have a pretty good idea what to do. I suppose there is no truth to them after all. I should have known it was just vicious gossip.”

“More like legends, Baralai” Gippal corrected, “There’s no way you could describe my sexual prowess with mere words.”

Baralai laughed, “That definitely sounds more like you, Gippal. Since I’m pretty sure you missed everything I said earlier, I’ll explain why I’m here one more time. That is, of course, if you are sure you can pay attention this time through - ?”

Gippal grinned, “Never can fool you huh?” and prepared himself to concentrate on what Baralai had come to see him about. He would deal with the both the sphere and his serious case of lust later.


So whaddya think? Please review and let me know. Next chapter: Gippal goes off to discover the "mysterious" origins of the sphere