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Gippal/Rikku ficlets

Title: Sticky Fingers
Challenge: 100 words, daring theme
Rating: G
Words: MS Word says 100 on the dot.
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: He should know not to leave things out in the open.

It was just sitting there, daring her to do something. All that metal was begging her to sit down, to turn the key left so carelessly in the ignition. She tried to resist, but there’s just so much temptation that a girl can possibly handle.

It wasn’t her fault that it went too fast or that a suicidal boulder had hurled itself onto the highroad. Crawling away from the wreckage, she gave the owner of the former hover-turned-scrap metal a weak smile. Infuriated, Gippal didn’t buy it. Pointing at the mess, she proclaimed her innocence.

“It’s not my fault! Really!”


Title: Scarf
Challenge: 100 words, tease theme
Words: 100
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: He wonders about her scarf.

Gippal often wondered about Rikku’s scarf. Why did she bother to cover her neck when the rest of her body was so scantily clad? Hell, even the frilly excuses for sleeves she wore were gauzy and transparent, but the multi-colored yarn at her throat was sturdy, solid. The length of it wound down her body, clinging to curves here and throwing shadows on tanned skin there. It was almost like a tease; as if to say that he wasn’t allowed to look, that he was forbidden to touch what the material covered.

It made him want to try even more.


Title: A Wandering Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste
Rating: G
Challenge: Feb.'s kiss scene challenge
Words: 200
Summary: The places Gippal's brain goes when it wanders

She tasted like peppermint. That was the thought that lazily wound its way through Gippal’s brain as he kissed her. His hands slid over her sides, causing ripples of gooseflesh in their wake.

“Gippal…” He could feel her fingers touch the sides of his face.

A dull pain hit him between the eyes. “Gippal!” Huh, that was unexpected. He opened his eyes and glared. Rikku was standing practically nose to nose with him, her index finger and thumb poised to whack his forehead again.

What?” he asked, leaning back to get some space. Having her so close after spending the better part of the afternoon fantasizing about her wasn’t good for his mental well-being.

She rolled her eyes. “Didn’t you hear me? I said that I’d sell you the parts.”

Parts? What the hell was she talking about? “Yeah, okay.” He’d figure out what he had missed later when she wasn’t around and it was easier to focus on things at hand instead of wishing for what he couldn’t have.

She put her hands on her hips. “Really, where is your brain these days?”

He gave a lingering glance at her lips and smirked. “Trust me, you wouldn’t wanna know.”

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