The Dresspheres
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Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy X-2
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
1,911
Reviews:
2
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Currently Reading:
2
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Dark Knight
“You’re in a tin can.”
“C’mon, don’t I look all dark and alluring and sexy?”
“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re in a tin can.”
Rikku crosses her arms over her nonexistent (or at least, apparently nonexistent) breasts and pouts at Paine. “So it’s perfectly natural for me to fiddle with all those damn buckles, but a little plate armor deters you?”
“Leather is flexible, and buckles are easy to undo.” Paine pokes Rikku on the chest; her finger makes a quiet metallic noise.
“Yeah, when you’re all neutral and getting ready to shower or something. Not when you’re in the… the throes of passion!” She pokes Paine between the breasts back, and her fingers are cold.
“Maybe if you did your thinking with your head versus your bicco,” Paine remarks, and reaches out to tug gently on one of Rikku’s braids. “Or are these things draining you of brainpower?”
Rikku snorts and leans forward, kissing Paine on the mouth and pressing her back, back, back, until they’re both on Paine’s bed with Paine on her back and Rikku leaning over her.
Paine grunts when Rikku crawls on top of her, and hisses when Rikku straddles her thighs, practically clanking. “You’re too heavy.” She mumbles, and tries to squirm out from under her.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Rikku crosses her arms and glares down at Paine. “I’m expected to put up with your heavier… bigness and your, y’know, all those buckles!” She huffs and squirms, trying to rock against Paine and maybe garner some romantic interest.
“How the hell am I supposed to fuck you in that… tin can?” Paine gets up on her elbows, reaching around to feel for buckles or at least gaps.
“Why are you fucking me?” Rikku demands.
“Because…” Paine reaches under one of Rikku’s plates to stroke her thigh.
“Because why?” Rikku grabs Paine’s wrist, to keep her hand from creeping to it’s intended goal.
Paine is at a loss. Since when does Rikku want to be all… dominant? Maybe it’s the dressphere. Dark Knight isn’t exactly known for a shy and retiring nature.
“Because why?” Rikku repeats, sounding vaguely put upon.
“Because… I’m older then you,” Paine tries, and winces inside, because that was just… bad.
“So age determines that?” Rikku raises an eyebrow, then fumbles for her commsphere. “Yunie, could you come here?”
Paine’s expression gets panicky. “No way are you…” She tries to sit up, but Rikku’s metal knees are pinning her to the bed.
When Yuna walks in, she blushes at the sight of Rikku being perched up on top of Paine.
“I learned something special today, Yunie.” Rikku climbs off of Paine, looking annoyed. “Apparently, your advanced age means you should fuck Paine, since I‘m too young to do to her what she does to me. Have fun.” She stalks down the steps to go masturbate furiously or kill stuff (either works, really), leaving a blushing Yuna and a really embarrassed Paine.
Paine gets up, slowly; she can practically feel the imprints from Rikku’s armor on her bare belly. She looks at Yuna, then sits up and walks down to get a drink, no doubt to clear her head.
Yuna covers her face and blushes, because dear god can you get any more embarrassed? She knows that the two of them are… intimate, but having it forced in her face like that…. Oh dear.
“C’mon, don’t I look all dark and alluring and sexy?”
“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re in a tin can.”
Rikku crosses her arms over her nonexistent (or at least, apparently nonexistent) breasts and pouts at Paine. “So it’s perfectly natural for me to fiddle with all those damn buckles, but a little plate armor deters you?”
“Leather is flexible, and buckles are easy to undo.” Paine pokes Rikku on the chest; her finger makes a quiet metallic noise.
“Yeah, when you’re all neutral and getting ready to shower or something. Not when you’re in the… the throes of passion!” She pokes Paine between the breasts back, and her fingers are cold.
“Maybe if you did your thinking with your head versus your bicco,” Paine remarks, and reaches out to tug gently on one of Rikku’s braids. “Or are these things draining you of brainpower?”
Rikku snorts and leans forward, kissing Paine on the mouth and pressing her back, back, back, until they’re both on Paine’s bed with Paine on her back and Rikku leaning over her.
Paine grunts when Rikku crawls on top of her, and hisses when Rikku straddles her thighs, practically clanking. “You’re too heavy.” She mumbles, and tries to squirm out from under her.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Rikku crosses her arms and glares down at Paine. “I’m expected to put up with your heavier… bigness and your, y’know, all those buckles!” She huffs and squirms, trying to rock against Paine and maybe garner some romantic interest.
“How the hell am I supposed to fuck you in that… tin can?” Paine gets up on her elbows, reaching around to feel for buckles or at least gaps.
“Why are you fucking me?” Rikku demands.
“Because…” Paine reaches under one of Rikku’s plates to stroke her thigh.
“Because why?” Rikku grabs Paine’s wrist, to keep her hand from creeping to it’s intended goal.
Paine is at a loss. Since when does Rikku want to be all… dominant? Maybe it’s the dressphere. Dark Knight isn’t exactly known for a shy and retiring nature.
“Because why?” Rikku repeats, sounding vaguely put upon.
“Because… I’m older then you,” Paine tries, and winces inside, because that was just… bad.
“So age determines that?” Rikku raises an eyebrow, then fumbles for her commsphere. “Yunie, could you come here?”
Paine’s expression gets panicky. “No way are you…” She tries to sit up, but Rikku’s metal knees are pinning her to the bed.
When Yuna walks in, she blushes at the sight of Rikku being perched up on top of Paine.
“I learned something special today, Yunie.” Rikku climbs off of Paine, looking annoyed. “Apparently, your advanced age means you should fuck Paine, since I‘m too young to do to her what she does to me. Have fun.” She stalks down the steps to go masturbate furiously or kill stuff (either works, really), leaving a blushing Yuna and a really embarrassed Paine.
Paine gets up, slowly; she can practically feel the imprints from Rikku’s armor on her bare belly. She looks at Yuna, then sits up and walks down to get a drink, no doubt to clear her head.
Yuna covers her face and blushes, because dear god can you get any more embarrassed? She knows that the two of them are… intimate, but having it forced in her face like that…. Oh dear.