Rikku of the Al Bhed (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
the_merriest) wrote2014-10-19 08:02 pm
the_merriest) wrote2014-10-19 08:02 pm
Apartment MCA -2, AKA Reno-and-Rikku-land, Sunday Evening
Rikku probably would have felt like ridiculous, dressed in this studded leather teddy -- not exactly her usual style, you know??? -- if not for the way Reno's eyes were following her all around the room.
(Just his eyes. The rest of him was tied down pretty securely to the bedposts.)
"What I want is information," she snapped, smacking the riding crop against her own hand. "Names. Dates. Details of Turk movements. I want to know everything you know. And you'll tell me."
That got him a hard smack right in the center of his chest. "One way or the other."
If Reno started laughing at her, she was never going to play Turks Vs. Avalanche ever, ever again. He knew that, right?!
(Just for the Turk, zoto, and not going where you think it's going. >.> )
(Just his eyes. The rest of him was tied down pretty securely to the bedposts.)
"What I want is information," she snapped, smacking the riding crop against her own hand. "Names. Dates. Details of Turk movements. I want to know everything you know. And you'll tell me."
That got him a hard smack right in the center of his chest. "One way or the other."
If Reno started laughing at her, she was never going to play Turks Vs. Avalanche ever, ever again. He knew that, right?!
(Just for the Turk, zoto, and not going where you think it's going. >.> )