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(Ficlet) FFX, Kimahri/Rikku

[(Anonymous)]

They’re on the mountain again, and though no one else seems to pay much attention to the temperature, Rikku is cold. The sun’s in her blood, and she hasn’t seen anything that looks like sunshine in days. And it’s not so bad when they’re moving, when there’s something to fight and she’s got the residual heat of grenades to warm her hands, but now—-she can only sit so close to the fire before she actually burns herself, and the fire’s got to go out soon. There’s just not enough fuel to keep it going all night, not here in the ice. She’s trying, too, not to let it show that she’s cold—-Yunie would be Concerned, and Wakka would probably just be smug about it, and if Lulu’s not cold with half of her chest hanging out, Rikku’s not going to be cold, either, not going to get in her tent yet or wrap her blanket around herself. She pulls up her legs and wraps her arms around them, rests her chin on her knees. Kimahri’s sitting across from her, farther away from the fire because this is, or was, home for him-—she knows he’s not cold. She’d slipped, earlier, and he’d been the one to reach out, help her up, and his hand had been completely warm, a benefit of that thick blue fur. She huddles closer around herself and imagines how nice that has to be. She looks over the fire at him. There’s a lot nice about Kimahri, of course. He’s quiet, and he’s strong, and he hasn’t given her any lip about being Al Bhed. And maybe he’s handsome, a different kind of handsome than she’s used to, but he keeps his chin up and she likes that. She likes how his muscles shift under his fur, too, how his forearms tense when he grips his lance, but she’s not thinking about that right now, though maybe that thought would warm her up a little, given enough time. And privacy. But she’s not setting up her tent until someone else cracks and does it first. Usually Lulu sets up hers so she can get away from Tidus or Wakka’s chatter. And maybe, okay, she talks a little bit, too, but Kimahri still looks at her when she says something, doesn’t do that thing where it’s kind of obvious that he’s ignoring the conversation and anything that isn’t Yuna’s safety. And right now, Tidus is with Yuna, and Auron’s just there, too, so Kimahri’s…as off-duty as he gets. And he’s looking at her while she’s looking at him.

She might be cold, but she’s not intimidated. She stands up, walks around the fire, and Kimahri shifts, straightening his back and crossing his legs in front of him. It makes the muscles in his thighs flex and ripple, and his shorts and loincloth don’t cover that.

“Could I sit with you?” Just standing here, she already feels a little warmer, and she tells herself it’s because she moved a little bit and not because she kind of likes standing this close to him.

He doesn’t say anything, which is normal enough for him, but he nods, and he looks easy, unbothered when “sit with you” turns into “sit right next to you, thigh to thigh.” The warmth is immediate, all along her left side. She inches as close as she can, presses her leg against his, and she can’t help the sigh. This is so much better. Except the part where now her right side feels totally frozen in comparison. None of her is really interested in being left out of this, but she doesn’t really see a way around it.

Then Kimahri actually says something. “Here,” he says. And then she’s in the air, and then she’s in his lap. She almost sighs at it: the backs of her thighs are finally, finally not feeling frost-bitten. She presses herself full against his chest, and even the metal disc on his chest-protector and the studs are kind of warm. They dig into her shoulders a little, but that’s okay. She inches to one side and there, all comfort. Now she does make a pleased hum.

Kimahri makes a kind of quiet huff, something she thinks might be as close to laughter as he gets. She tips her head up to look at him, and yes, the corners of his mouth turn up a little. Well, that’s fine. He’s too serious all the time, anyway. She takes one of his huge arms and drapes it over her own. It’s warm and soft and perfect.

“Laugh it up, Ronso,” she says, grinning. And then she yawns, completely out of nowhere. Probably because she’s finally warm enough to feel tired. She turns to watch the fire fade, to look at something, because it’d be rude to fall asleep here, now, and when she glances around the camp, somehow the tents are all up, and there’s no one to look at. Maybe it’s the brightness of the coals that makes her yawn again, like looking at the sun.

Then Kimahri’s other arm comes around her, holds her gently where she is. With one hand, he covers her bare knees, the reach of his fingers far enough to cover both at once. The other spans her waist, the thin strip of skin between her shirt and her shorts. She doesn’t even feel his claws. His own body supports the rest of her, and she pillows her head on his broad chest, curls her fingers close in the fur on his side.

“Sleep,” he says. “Kimahri will watch.” There is a faint, quiet rumble in his chest, and it takes her a moment to understand it as a sound of contentment, like the small desert sandcats make when she’s rubbing their ears. She wonders if he’d purr over that, too. It occurs to her then that she hasn’t seen anyone else touch Kimahri like this, too, and it just makes her want to do it again. Maybe everyone else—-except Yunie, of course—-will just think this is more of her Al Bhed strangeness, but she doesn’t mind. This, she thinks, closing her eyes and listening to the rumble, is worth it.

Re: (Ficlet) FFX, Kimahri/Rikku

[(Anonymous)]

I'm so sorry I didn't reply to this when it first went up! I didn't know anyone else had filled this. And I really, really love it. It's sweet, and very IC, and subtly sexy, and it makes me want to go cuddle a Ronso. Thank you very very much!

Re: (Ficlet) FFX, Kimahri/Rikku

[(Anonymous)]

This is so, so sweet. <3

Re: (Ficlet) FFX, Kimahri/Rikku

[(Anonymous)]

I remember this being written by sheffiesharpe on livejournal; is that you? I also recall a continuation to this piece called Heat. I can't find it anymore, do you perhaps have it? Pretty please post it as well as it is a lovely piece.