Day and Night Dreams

So Rikku's got this problem. It isn't a big problem. It's a teeny weeny problem, a Shinra sized problem (versus, say, a Kimhari sized problem). But it is still a problem.
Rikku is still all wound up from all that fighting and now she can't sleep, because all this energy is rushing through her, and besides that, she's all horny and turned on (which ALWAYS happens when she gets all wound up), and it's making her underwear kind of gross, all cold and slimy. Changing underwear won't help, because then she'll get that underwear all slimy and gross, and by morning there'll be a big pile of underwear by Rikku's bed and a horny, tired Rikku in it.

So Rikku does the logical thing. She ignores it. Or at least, she tries to. But whenever she moves her nipples rub up against her jammies and her underwear slips and slides against that spot that always makes her shudder.

Well, to hell with logic. Although it seems kind of odd to wank while Yunie and Paine are so close by. Usually, she does it in the shower, bent double, her hand working frantically between her legs, sometimes playing with her breast, sometimes just hanging on for dear life. She hasn't really ever masturbated lying down, but lying down is like standing up, only horizontal, right?

Wrong.

Her legs keep getting in the way and her wrist cramps up, as she lies on her side, trying to get some good, none-slimy friction going. With a groan, she rolls onto her back. Well, maybe it can work if she does it like this... It feels kind of exposed, so she pulls her blanket over her head. Great. Now she can't breathe.

Rikku finally settles on lying on her back, knees akimbo, her blanket pulled up around her navel. She sneaks a hand down between her legs, pressing the soggy, wet fabric against that little bump that makes her legs get all restless and her hips all jerky. She found that bit out by accident, truthfully. She was riding a motorcycle and she pressed real close and then there were sparks in her eyes. She nearly crashed the motorcycle, too.

Her other hand slides under her top to tweak and twist at her nipple, making her whole body shudder. It does feel awfully nice, the little shock waves tap dancing down her spine, but it feels like something is... missing.

Maybe if she imagined it wasn't her hand? That's worked before.... She mentally goes through her usual... candidates. Tidus, Gippal, Buddy, Kimhari.... Nothing. Nary a twinge, a spark, a throb.

She huffs out of her nose in annoyance. She can't get the arousal to just... fade away, and she can't masturbate right! Now what?

Hm... What about... girls? Oh, Rikku knows she isn't sly, but everyone knows that even straight girls can have a... thing, now and again. And while she's never actually MENTIONED it, Rikku's eye has been kind of... wandering lately.

But it isn't her fault that when Yuna did that back arching stretchy thing, her boobs almost popped out! Rikku's an observant girl, that's all! And okay, so when she sees all of Paine's buckles and leather, her belly does all of theses yummy fluttery things. That doesn't mean she's sly!

So she isn't sly, just daydreaming, or nightdreaming, since technically it isn't day, but now she's getting sidetracked. Okay, so what does she imagine now?

Well...

Rikku closes her eyes. She imagines Paine's long fingers. Imagines them trailing along her ribs (while her own fingers do that same). Paine's fingers tweak her nipple, the nails doing scratchy things that make her bones get all melt-y. Yeah, Paine would be good at that. She slides her other hand into her panties. Paine's fingers would stroke there, wriggling in just the right way. With a quiet whimper, Rikku slides her into herself, rocking against her hand. The heel of her hand grinds against her clit, while her fingers tweak and tug her nipple.

Rikku groans, loudly. She's close, her whole body all shivery-shaky. Her hips begin to rock, and she moans again. Does Yuna do this?, she wonders. She imagines how it would look; Yuna, flat on her back with her legs open, her hand busy as she fingers herself...

An image plays in the movie sphere of Rikku's brain, a fantasy playing out. Paine sits on her bed with Yuna leaning against her. She's got her hand up Yuna's shirt and the other down Yuna's shorts, and the hand is moving under the fabric, making Yuna's face turn all pink as she whimpers...

Maybe it's the mental image of her best friends doing... that, or maybe it's the way her finger is hooked inside of her, but Rikku is coming, her whole body shaking. She bites back a wail, barely, as she comes, unaware of the way her bed creaks with each thrust of her hips.

Rikku pulls her finger out and licks it clean. She tugs her jammy shirt back over her breasts. That was... yummy. And now she doesn't even care about the cold, icky slime that's sticking her panties to her thigh, because her bones are all melt-y and comfy, and right now she's feeling so good that she might even agree with brother! Okay, maybe this is an overstatement. With a happy sigh, Rikku rolls over and begins to snore, quietly.

In the morning, Rikku sits at the table and stares at the wall. She's never her best in the morning. Her cereal is growing into a soggy mess.

Paine waves a hand in front of Rikku's face.

"Huh?" Rikku jerks and blinks at her.

"Vision's fine." Paine grabs one of Rikku's hands and turns it over, examining the palm.

"What's going on?" Rikku yawns. Paine can be a bit odd at time, but, well, Rikku isn't exactly making sense this early in the morning.

"No hair, either." Paine gives her a Look. "You know, you're awfully loud."

"What?" Then comprehension dawns. "Oh."

Paine lets go of her hand, moving to eat her own breakfast.

Rikku puts her head in her hands and groans. Could this get any more embarrassing?"

"Rikku, ec cra esbmoehk fryd E drehg cra ec? 'lyica dryd'c zicd fnuhk." Brother glares at her.

Rikku groans again, louder. She had to ask.