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He had heard her come in, anyone decent warrior would have. She had been snuffling like a shmoopa, stomping her feet, slamming doors, and generally making a ruckas that no one would be able to ignore. He didn’t need to turn around to know how she was, only the Al Bhed girl would have the audacity to run about in the middle of the night. When she called him Lulu he had stifled a groan and nearly threw her out right there. He had still held onto a hope that she’d fall asleep and he could climb out unnoticed. Of course she hadn’t. And of course she had become chatty. And of course she had to ruin everything once again. Damn she was troublesome creature!
The worst part, the absolute worse part!, was that he enjoyed her feathery touch. Her small body had been quivering when she hopped into his bed and she had immediately curled into his warmth. Her soft breasts pushed delightfully into his back and her legs fit nicely against his own. The lose of control over his body’s repsonse made him only angrier and he blamed, rightly or not, the tiny Al Bhed for the difficulties.
"I'm sorry! So sorry! Sir Auron, if I had known that this was your room..." Rikku was bouncing up and down in the bed, her hands clenched together as she bowed her apologies. "And please don't think poorly about Lulu and Wakka... I'm sure that they're just friends!"
Auron sat up, rubbing his forehead in aggitation. "I accept your apologies, Rikku," he said as a dismissal.
Rikku, however, chose to ignore the tone in his voice and stayed warm and toasty in his bed. "Good!" she said, cheerful again, "I'm glad we got that out of the way! 'Night!"
The worst part, the absolute worse part!, was that he enjoyed her feathery touch. Her small body had been quivering when she hopped into his bed and she had immediately curled into his warmth. Her soft breasts pushed delightfully into his back and her legs fit nicely against his own. The lose of control over his body’s repsonse made him only angrier and he blamed, rightly or not, the tiny Al Bhed for the difficulties.
"I'm sorry! So sorry! Sir Auron, if I had known that this was your room..." Rikku was bouncing up and down in the bed, her hands clenched together as she bowed her apologies. "And please don't think poorly about Lulu and Wakka... I'm sure that they're just friends!"
Auron sat up, rubbing his forehead in aggitation. "I accept your apologies, Rikku," he said as a dismissal.
Rikku, however, chose to ignore the tone in his voice and stayed warm and toasty in his bed. "Good!" she said, cheerful again, "I'm glad we got that out of the way! 'Night!"