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FFX-2: Friends
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: Wakka/Rikku, Wakka/Lulu
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: The pains of not being anything really special anymore. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cupcakemonster.
"S'been a while, hey, Wakka?"
He doesn't want to look at her, all skinny grace and smiles, but he does, because he owes her that much. She sweeps her hair out of her face and returns the look, stretching a little just to be tempting. And, annoyingly, she achieves the effect she's aiming for and Wakka's fingers itch to touch, claim, just one more time. But, really, he's got more than his fair share of a handful with Lulu. Several hands full, and there, his mind is in the gutter because of Rikku, just like old times.
"It has," he says, reluctantly, and doesn't move toward her -- not a single step. She laughs when she realises that, but not how she used to laugh; bitterly broken and put back together. He supposes that Al Bhed are good at that. "How've you been?"
Rikku shrugs her shoulders, skinny shoulders. She hasn't put on any weight, though she might -- he supposes -- have grown a little, an inch or two, and she's kept herself in shape. He doesn't doubt she's a better thief than before and an even better guardian. "Fine, all things considered. You?"
Sly barbs in those words, he thinks, but shrugs them off and finds a few of his own, though he can never be as venomous as she can, and wouldn't like to be. "Fine. Me an' Lulu are happy. Besaid's a nice place to live, ya?"
"I suppose it must be," Rikku says, after a moment, looking a little sorry and a little down hearted.
He does take a step toward her now, and all of a sudden she isn't a spitting little cat or a clever little Al Bhed girl, she's just Rikku, all heart broken and not quite fixed.
"I wanted to be mean to you," she says, a little plaintively, and he nods slightly. He leans down a bit, his hand not quite brushing her hip, and kisses her cheek gently, 'cause that just seems like the right thing to do.
"Friends?" he asks, drawing back and holding his hand out.
"Friends," she says, smiling a little tentatively.
Pairing: Wakka/Rikku, Wakka/Lulu
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: The pains of not being anything really special anymore. For
cupcakemonster."S'been a while, hey, Wakka?"
He doesn't want to look at her, all skinny grace and smiles, but he does, because he owes her that much. She sweeps her hair out of her face and returns the look, stretching a little just to be tempting. And, annoyingly, she achieves the effect she's aiming for and Wakka's fingers itch to touch, claim, just one more time. But, really, he's got more than his fair share of a handful with Lulu. Several hands full, and there, his mind is in the gutter because of Rikku, just like old times.
"It has," he says, reluctantly, and doesn't move toward her -- not a single step. She laughs when she realises that, but not how she used to laugh; bitterly broken and put back together. He supposes that Al Bhed are good at that. "How've you been?"
Rikku shrugs her shoulders, skinny shoulders. She hasn't put on any weight, though she might -- he supposes -- have grown a little, an inch or two, and she's kept herself in shape. He doesn't doubt she's a better thief than before and an even better guardian. "Fine, all things considered. You?"
Sly barbs in those words, he thinks, but shrugs them off and finds a few of his own, though he can never be as venomous as she can, and wouldn't like to be. "Fine. Me an' Lulu are happy. Besaid's a nice place to live, ya?"
"I suppose it must be," Rikku says, after a moment, looking a little sorry and a little down hearted.
He does take a step toward her now, and all of a sudden she isn't a spitting little cat or a clever little Al Bhed girl, she's just Rikku, all heart broken and not quite fixed.
"I wanted to be mean to you," she says, a little plaintively, and he nods slightly. He leans down a bit, his hand not quite brushing her hip, and kisses her cheek gently, 'cause that just seems like the right thing to do.
"Friends?" he asks, drawing back and holding his hand out.
"Friends," she says, smiling a little tentatively.
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This is the best line ever.