Stolen Moment

Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership of characters or games, only themes within.

Author's Note: I marked this with a warning of Underage Sex since Rikku is supposed to be 15 years old in FFX so I also wanted to do a warning here just in case people missed it.


Fulfillment

Underneath her lips, Rikku felt Wakka suck in a breath in preparation. She tenderly kissed him, feeling no resistance or response from him. To her it felt right and she went a little further. She teased apart his lips, slipping the tip of her tongue into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. A shiver rumbled through him but it was not from the cold in the cave. Rikku pressed harder into the kiss, bringing a gasp from Wakka. The extra force caused them to rock backward and he instinctually reached up to grab her but found hot skin beneath his own.

Something clicked in that movement, it could have been the grinding of their hips or the slight moan from Rikku but Wakka wound his arms around her back and began to press back against her assaulting kisses. She near melted in his embrace as her daydreams began to come true. Wakka must have sensed her momentary disorientation because Rikku felt him tighten his hold around her. His moves further encouraged the release of her inner wanting and she found herself pressing her groin down on the bulge she felt inside his pants, tightening her encircling legs.

The roughness of Wakka's hands from years of blitzball practice and hard, physical work made their play more real to Rikku as he hesitantly began to explore her body. She felt his palms slide from her shoulders down over her clothing following her back, then passed his hands over the slight curve of her small hips. Rikku felt Wakka lean in to her touch as she ran her hands underneath his top and felt the contours of his chest. She had watched him on many occasions shirtless, wanting to simply feel his features under her fingertips and now she was getting that chance. She quickly pulled the top of his over his head and nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck, suckling the warm flesh as her hands roved over him.

Wakka, taking her first move of undressing as a cue, ran his hands down her bare legs until he came to her boots and strapped on travel equipment. Moments later her items lay in a pile as his hands traveled from her tiny feet and up to her thighs. Rikku giggled as his hands found a particularly sensitive spot, his thumbs on the insides of her thighs and close to the hem of her tiny shorts. He moved away so he could look into her face, a warm smile spreading across his lips. Rikku smiled too, feeling a wonderful sense of being loved even if it were a strange friendship turn for them. Tucking a wayward strand of blonde hair behind her ear, Wakka caressed the side of her face, his fingers trailing along her skin as if he was contemplating a new way to see her in his mind. She had imagined he would be the kind, slow type to take in every moment.

Rikku closed her eyes as Wakka's face came to hers again, a soft kiss between them as his hand drifted down her neck and over her collarbone. Rikku gasped into his mouth as he carefully led his fingertips over her breast, feeling her hardening nipple beneath her clothing. His other hand crept up her leg further, his fingers lifting the edge of her shorts to sneak underneath. Taking notes from Rikku, Wakka began to trail kisses down her neck and nibbled at the curve of her neck meeting her shoulder causing Rikku to utter a few squeals of enjoyment. Wakka groaned as Rikku buckled against his hand that had finally come to her wet folds after sneaking under her shorts. Her clothed opening rubbed over his hardened shaft, also still hidden in his pants but still sensitive enough to anything outside of his clothing.

Not wanting to be outdone, Rikku began to unbutton Wakka's pants and slid her hands under the waistline. She slid her hands around his waist to his back, trailing downward over the taut muscles of his backside. She brought one of her hands over his hips and stopped as her fingers came in contact with the thick and readied flesh of his length, bringing a shuddery breath from Wakka. Smiling to herself as Wakka began to stroke her nub and suckle harder at her neck, Rikku ran her nails lightly over his sensitive skin causing him to lose his concentration more than once.

"Don't be a tease, Rikku," he whispered harshly in her ear.

"Why not?" she said back with a grin.

Without warning she wrapped her hand around his shaft and squeezed as she began to stroke him at the same pace he was rubbing her nub. Again Rikku pressed again his hand as a finger slid into her and Wakka gave a hard pinch to her nipple in retaliation. Wakka pressed his face into her neck as she quickened her strokes, trying to muffle the loud grunts and moans from deep within his throat and chest so that the others outside the cave would not hear. A moment later, Rikku stopped touching him and began to raise her shirt. Her eyes twinkled as she looked into Wakka's own eyes as she began to remove it but suddenly he reached out and stopped her.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I dunno if I should do dis," he said hesitantly.

"I thought you were ready?" Rikku said slightly hurt they got that far only to stop but she brought her hand up to turn his face back towards hers.

"I... uh... have never done dis before," he said sheepishly. "I'm kinda nervous."

"Oh!" Rikku said with a little surprise since she had never expected Wakka to have little experience, but she gave him a comforting smile. "Would you like me to just take care of you then?"

"Ok..." he said with a little uncertainty.

Rikku felt his whole body violently shudder as she suddenly moved her position and took his shaft fully into her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the sensitive tip while also running it along the whole length. The struggle Wakka was having in trying to keep his voice from echoing through the cavern was mighty since Rikku could feel him gripping her head and shirt as he clenched and unclenched his fists. I want to hear you say it. Say my name, Wakka. Tell me what I'm doing is wonderful.

"Ple... please, it's so... much," he managed. "Oh, Rikku. Don't... stop."

Instead she quickened her strokes and began to fondle the tightening sac beneath the red bed of curls she faced. A stifled cry was barely restrained from him as she pressed her fingers against his most sensitive areas. She knew he was nearing his release but she wanted to help him keep going. The inevitable was to come, Rikku soon realized, as she felt his leg muscles tighten under one of her hands. An explosion burst forth and she swallowed him swiftly as he cried softly out her name into her ear. After she finished, Wakka still had not recovered. He was breathing quick and hard but it eventually began to slow for him.

"Better?" she asked.

"Yea, much better," he said with a smile then realized the awkward silence that came between them.

"Will you keep me warm tonight, Wakka?" she asked.

"Whatever you'd like," he said with the sheepish grin on his face again, still drunk off his release.

Rikku spread out one of the blankets on the cold floor then lay down as Wakka did the same behind her. As he pulled the other blanket over them, Rikku snuggled against his bare chest and wrapped an arm around his torso. She was about to fall asleep when Wakka spoke up.

"Uh... so what now? What are we, Rikku?"

"We're still friends, I guess," she said looking up at his warm eyes. "But I'm ok with whatever you're comfortable with."

"Lemme think about dat then," he said thoughtfully. "I'm sorry I messed it up earlier."

"Don't worry about it," she said as she squeezed him closer to her. "I enjoyed myself and I'm glad I could help!"

"You know, all those things I did I learned from Chappu," he explained with a bit of reminiscing. "I never had dat much attention as he did. He taught his older brother a few things though! For when I'd finally get a girl and all."

"Well, you have one for now," she whispered softly.

"Rikku?"

"Mm hm?" she mumbled near slumber with her face nestled in his chest.

"I wasn't sure if I wanted to do it before Zanarkand, ya know? There's more to worry about without gettin' caught in other problems," he said, a lot seemingly on his mind. "I focused on blitzball and Father Zuke's pilgrimage before... just too much on my mind, ya? I wanted to do dis right for Yuna."

"I know," she sighed. "But why can't you have fun at the same time? Look at the others."

He appeared thoughtful for a moment, "Ya, I guess you're right. Well, either way, I'm happy."

"That's all I wanted to hear," she whispered before letting herself completely go to sleep.

More than a couple raised eyebrows were obvious when the troop came to bed that night and switched duty roles as well as the next morning when they set off. Wakka mostly muttered to himself about needing his privacy but there was a lighter air about him than from the day before. Rikku's own usual giddiness and bouncy nature returned with full force, thus giving a calmer, relaxed mien to the group despite the impending troubles ahead. For the time being, a little more hope reached through the bleakness.