The Dresspheres
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Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy X-2
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
1,908
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Final Fantasy X/X2 or any of the characters thereof, and will not be making any money off of them.
Thief
“Betcha I can steal your snotrag without you even noticing it.” Rikku reaches out to pat Paine’s backside and tug on the handkerchief Paine has dangling out of her left pocket.
“I highly doubt it,” Paine says, grabbing Rikku’s wrist and squeezing it gently.
“Oh yeah? I bet you…” Rikku nibbles on her lip, deep in thought, “a night with that spiffy new… toy you don’t think I know about.” She waggles her eyebrows, smirking.
“So you’ve been looking through my stuff again?” Paine doesn’t sound perturbed. She crosses her arms across her chest and leans against the wall of the engine room.
“I was looking for a hairbrush,” Rikku protests, taking a step closer and putting her hands on Paine’s hips.
“At the bottom of my underwear drawer?” Paine’s voice is dry, although she takes a step closer, leaning her forehead against Rikku’s and feeling the ribbons of Rikku’s sleeves with her surprisingly soft hands.
“Alright, so I was snooping.” Rikku runs her fingers along the bare skin of Paine’s midriff. “E's y huco vilgan.” She kisses Paine on the neck, wetly and warmly.
Paine moans and tilts her head back, giving Rikku access to the sensitive skin. “Oui'na y vilgan, ymnekrd,” She says lazily, her hands moving to Rikku’s ass, squeezing it through her short skirt.
“I thought you preferred topping,” Rikku mumbles into the soft skin of Paine’s neck.
Paine snorts and squeezes again, harder.
Rikku retaliates, squeezing Paine’s backside. She kisses her on the mouth, long and hard and wet, a soul-kiss, like they call ‘em in the romance novels that she swears she only keeps for Lulu. She knows that despite Paine’s tough exterior, these kisses always leave her melting at the knees. So she kisses her, moving her hands all along Paine’s body, from her hips to her belly to her ass to her back pocket… She is slowly easing the gray handkerchief out of Paine’s pocket, but is stopped by the strong hand gripping her wrist.
“Nice try,” Paine says, smirking slightly at Rikku’s annoyed expression. She grabs the girl’s ass and kisses her.
Rikku pouts, but kisses back. “Hmph. How am I supposed to be a proper thief if you won’t let me practice on you?”
Paine rolls her eyes and dusts her hands off, letting go of Rikku. “Go practice on Brother,” She tells Rikku, and begins to walk out of the engine room. The handkerchief is still dangling from her pocket, taunting Rikku.
Rikku makes a face, but goes after Paine. Maybe she can have another try, right? One of a thief’s best qualities is her perseverance, is it not?
“Don’t even think about it,” Paine says, without turning around.
Rikku shakes her head. How the heck is a gal supposed to function as a thief, when her sorta-kinda girlfriend ruins all of her fun? Even if there probably will be fun later with aforementioned spiffy new toy… Anyway, why does Paine have the damn thing in the first place? With new resolve, Rikku practically runs after Paine. She will get the damn thing!
“I highly doubt it,” Paine says, grabbing Rikku’s wrist and squeezing it gently.
“Oh yeah? I bet you…” Rikku nibbles on her lip, deep in thought, “a night with that spiffy new… toy you don’t think I know about.” She waggles her eyebrows, smirking.
“So you’ve been looking through my stuff again?” Paine doesn’t sound perturbed. She crosses her arms across her chest and leans against the wall of the engine room.
“I was looking for a hairbrush,” Rikku protests, taking a step closer and putting her hands on Paine’s hips.
“At the bottom of my underwear drawer?” Paine’s voice is dry, although she takes a step closer, leaning her forehead against Rikku’s and feeling the ribbons of Rikku’s sleeves with her surprisingly soft hands.
“Alright, so I was snooping.” Rikku runs her fingers along the bare skin of Paine’s midriff. “E's y huco vilgan.” She kisses Paine on the neck, wetly and warmly.
Paine moans and tilts her head back, giving Rikku access to the sensitive skin. “Oui'na y vilgan, ymnekrd,” She says lazily, her hands moving to Rikku’s ass, squeezing it through her short skirt.
“I thought you preferred topping,” Rikku mumbles into the soft skin of Paine’s neck.
Paine snorts and squeezes again, harder.
Rikku retaliates, squeezing Paine’s backside. She kisses her on the mouth, long and hard and wet, a soul-kiss, like they call ‘em in the romance novels that she swears she only keeps for Lulu. She knows that despite Paine’s tough exterior, these kisses always leave her melting at the knees. So she kisses her, moving her hands all along Paine’s body, from her hips to her belly to her ass to her back pocket… She is slowly easing the gray handkerchief out of Paine’s pocket, but is stopped by the strong hand gripping her wrist.
“Nice try,” Paine says, smirking slightly at Rikku’s annoyed expression. She grabs the girl’s ass and kisses her.
Rikku pouts, but kisses back. “Hmph. How am I supposed to be a proper thief if you won’t let me practice on you?”
Paine rolls her eyes and dusts her hands off, letting go of Rikku. “Go practice on Brother,” She tells Rikku, and begins to walk out of the engine room. The handkerchief is still dangling from her pocket, taunting Rikku.
Rikku makes a face, but goes after Paine. Maybe she can have another try, right? One of a thief’s best qualities is her perseverance, is it not?
“Don’t even think about it,” Paine says, without turning around.
Rikku shakes her head. How the heck is a gal supposed to function as a thief, when her sorta-kinda girlfriend ruins all of her fun? Even if there probably will be fun later with aforementioned spiffy new toy… Anyway, why does Paine have the damn thing in the first place? With new resolve, Rikku practically runs after Paine. She will get the damn thing!