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A Sticky Situation

Title: A Sticky Situation
Rating: PG
Challenge: tricky, picky, sticky
Words: 605
Summary: “You’re too picky, that’s what your problem is.”
Note: Happy birthday rippal_is_love!

“I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.” Rikku rolled over on the blanket so she was on her stomach. Dipping her hand in the basket they had brought with them, she fished out an apple. “There’s food still in there.”

“I don’t want apples.” Gippal was on his back, enjoying the rarity that was a day off. Leaders of the Machine Faction were needed most of the time, especially during heavy installation phases, he had argued, but Rikku had countered that girlfriends had more say in when said leaders needed to take some time off, especially when they were working way more hours than was deemed healthy.

And since Rikku had been mostly naked while they had debated, Gippal had been quick to let her win.

“You’re too picky, that’s what your problem is,” Rikku said. They had taken a ship to Kilika, taking advantage of the good weather to go on a picnic. Rikku had shown him a secret path she, Yuna, and Paine had found years ago that led to a small clearing overlooking the entire port town.

Gippal reached out, grabbing Rikku by her waist and tugging until she was sprawled over his chest. He grinned lazily up at her before playing with a braid that hung down in front of him. “I call it being a man of discerning tastes.”

She poked at his chest with her index finger; even as she leaned down to kiss him. “And I still say you’re picky.” She sighed when one of his hands slid under her shirt and stroked her back. “But now that you mention it, I’m a little hungry too. We didn’t pack dessert.”

Gippal was going to make a comment about how he thought she was the dessert when Rikku stood up. “Where are you going?”

“I know just the thing. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Gippal lay back and listened to the sounds of the jungle. Between the late afternoon sun and lunch, it wasn’t hard to fall asleep. He didn’t know how long he had been out when he felt someone come close. Opening his eye a crack, he saw Rikku licking her fingers. She held something in her other hand, which she dropped into the now empty canister that had once held pre-cut fruit.

“What did you get?” he asked, reclining on an elbow.

“Only the finest Kilika honey,” she said. “I knew I had seen a hive nearby when we first got here.”

“You got this out of a beehive?”

“Well, yeah. Where else did you think honey came from?” She held out her arms. “And see? Not a single bee sting.”

“I’m not even going to ask how.”

She plopped down next to him, offering the container. “It was pretty tricky. I cast a sleep spell on all the bees and then reached in to take a comb. You have to be careful though; you take too much and the whole hive collapses.”

He couldn’t help but think how cute she looked. Somehow, she had gotten a thin string of honey stuck to her cheek. Without giving any warning, he leaned over and licked it away. “Now you’re all sticky,” he murmured, his hand at her waist.

“You are too,” she replied, brushing a honey-coated finger over his lips. She kissed him then, savoring the sweet taste of the honey combined with a flavor that was wholly Gippal.

“Then we better do something about that, shouldn’t we?” They both laughed as Gippal rolled them over onto the blanket, his free hand reaching for more of the honey to drizzle over any exposed skin he could find.

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