Apartment MCA -2, AKA Reno-and-Rikku-land, Sunday Evening

[the_merriest]

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. >.> )

Comments

[raspberryturk]

Truth. It was difficult to think thoughts that were properly sexy when you fit neatly into a teacup and your body weight mostly consisted of feathers.

It was easy to think of other ways to pass the time, though, like fluffing up and getting all comfy-like in Rikku's hands. They were warm and safe and she was making warm-safe-person sounds at him, so clearly snuggling in was the proper course of action, here.

"Kweh."