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FFX-2: Trouble
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: Gippal/Baralai
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: It'd been too long since Gippal last saw Baralai. To make my beloved![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
candywrapper smile.
"You, mister, are in trouble."
"I am?"
Baralai was doing a very good impression of a startled bunny-in-the-headlights, what with the blinking and the slightly scrunched up nose. Gippal thought he looked absolutely fucking adorable. He poked Baralai in the chest firmly, going almost nose to nose with him. "Yes. Trouble."
"And why would that be? And why are you here? Gippal, don't you have work to do? A faction to manage?"
"They manage themselves. You, however, don't seem to be able to manage getting yourself out from behind your desk, onto your chosen mode of transportation and onto the road to Djose." Gippal paused for a moment and nuzzled against Baralai a little, guiding him around his desk and out of the way of any stacks of papers, spheres, desks or chairs. Then he wrapped his arms around him tightly and kissed him eagerly. "I've missed you."
"Oh. That kind of trouble."
Baralai's smile was entirely too teasing. And tempting. Gippal kissed him again.
"Yes. That kind of trouble. That kind of I'm-about-to-drag-you-off-and-fuck-you trouble."
"I don't mind being in that kind of trouble."
Gippal huffed softly and kissed Baralai again. "I'd do the same if you actually bothered to come and see me, though. It's not like I bite. Not unless you want me to. And it'd be comfortable. And not so stuffy. And a holiday for you."
"Why are you still talking?"
Pairing: Gippal/Baralai
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: It'd been too long since Gippal last saw Baralai. To make my beloved
candywrapper smile."You, mister, are in trouble."
"I am?"
Baralai was doing a very good impression of a startled bunny-in-the-headlights, what with the blinking and the slightly scrunched up nose. Gippal thought he looked absolutely fucking adorable. He poked Baralai in the chest firmly, going almost nose to nose with him. "Yes. Trouble."
"And why would that be? And why are you here? Gippal, don't you have work to do? A faction to manage?"
"They manage themselves. You, however, don't seem to be able to manage getting yourself out from behind your desk, onto your chosen mode of transportation and onto the road to Djose." Gippal paused for a moment and nuzzled against Baralai a little, guiding him around his desk and out of the way of any stacks of papers, spheres, desks or chairs. Then he wrapped his arms around him tightly and kissed him eagerly. "I've missed you."
"Oh. That kind of trouble."
Baralai's smile was entirely too teasing. And tempting. Gippal kissed him again.
"Yes. That kind of trouble. That kind of I'm-about-to-drag-you-off-and-fuck-you trouble."
"I don't mind being in that kind of trouble."
Gippal huffed softly and kissed Baralai again. "I'd do the same if you actually bothered to come and see me, though. It's not like I bite. Not unless you want me to. And it'd be comfortable. And not so stuffy. And a holiday for you."
"Why are you still talking?"