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. >.> )

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[the_merriest]

"Impress you?" Dammit. She didn't have a good idea how to do that. She was kind of learning on the fly, here, but at least she hadn't screwed up yet. Well, she hoped she hadn't.

She tried for that same mocking voice. "I guess kidnapping the second-highest Turk isn't impressive," she sniffed. "Very well. I don't need to impress you. You're mine now. You belong to me. Utterly. Body, mind, and soul. You're my new favorite toy. I'm going to use you, and ride you, and torment you, and break you down into tiny little pieces. When it's over, you'll beg me for more."

She smacked the crop right -- there, where it was currently resting. Lightly. Because she did not want to cause permanent damage to any of his anatomy, especially not bits she was very fond of.

"I'm going to destroy you," she said, softly. "And then you'll tell me everything you know. You know why? Because it's my job, zoto."

Take that.

[raspberryturk]

Oh, gods, Rikku. You were going to be the fucking death of him. Reno even hissed between his teeth and arched upwards, his jaw squared and the look in his eye just daring her to carry through with that threat.

Using the Turks' words against him. That was fucking brilliant. He'd have to commend her for it later. For now, he really only had one thing to say.

"Kweh."

... Wait, what? That wasn't right. And the look on Reno's face pretty much screamed, 'Well shit, not again,' before suddenly the look on his face was far more, 'bewildered little chocobo chick tied to a bed.'

They were very distinctly different looks.

[the_merriest]

Rikku stared at the empty bed. One that used to hold a lanky Turk without very many clothes on, and now ...

"Ohsinyouhavetobe kidding me," Rikku seethed, throwing the riding crop to the ground in frustration. "No fair! I was just getting into that!"

Reno was really lucky that his current swimming-in-the-ocean-of-covers self was cute. That meant she wasn't going to feed him to the cat.

... Probably.

[raspberryturk]

"Wark," Reno offered, because, look, he was every bit as put out by this as she was. It was just getting good! Not that they couldn't pick this up again later, of course, but her first time in the domme role? Her first time?

This was so unfair.

It was hard to properly express his dismay while drowning in the sheets, but there it was.

[the_merriest]

It was a good thing he couldn't say that out loud, because right about now she would have said it was her first and officially also her last. And once she calmed down a little, she'd retract that. (It was too fun not to try again, okay?)

She sighed and flopped down onto the bed so she could scoop up the tiny chicobo.

"Okay," she said. "Hiiii, you. I'll save you from the cat and the ferret. But you do not even know how much you owe me."

He should start thinking of ways to make it up to her.

... Later, when he had a brain bigger than the size of a pea. That might kind of hamper the process, right now.

[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."