Room Handwavey, The Hotel, Monday Morning

[the_merriest]

Rikku made a soft, sighing noise and pulled the covers more tightly around herself. It was chilly, so she wriggled over to snuggle closer to ... to ...

That was enough to wake her up: realizing she was in this huge, oversized bed alone.

She opened her eyes and squinted. Reno was ... on the floor? If Reno was here, why was he on the floor?

And

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[raspberryturk]

"Please," Reno grumbled, not moving a bare inch from his spot on the floor, curled up with his jacket balled into a makeshift pillow and a few hotel towels as blankets, "tell me that 'oh no' means that you ain't friggin' batshit no more. Because if I gotta tell you one more time that I ain't gonna run away with no freakin' countess, I'm gonna hitchhike back to Edge right now."

Look, the floor made for really, really crappy sleep. He'd have taken Rude's lumpy couch with the bad springs over the floor, here.

[the_merriest]

She pulled the covers down again and peered out.

"There's ... no chance you're gonna tell me this was all a really bad dream from too much late-night sushi, is there?"

.... Please? She would pay him. Cash.

[raspberryturk]

"Depends," Reno replied, an eyebrow raised as he finally rolled over to look at her. He looked... kinda unimpressed, for Reno. "How good's the make-up sex gonna be if I say somethin' like that?"

.... Look. Reno was easy to please, here.

[the_merriest]

Lots of groaning. And falling back to the bed.

"I am so, so, so sorry," she said. "I don't know what the hell that was. I ... I kept telling people they got me pregnant, but I was going to pretend it was yours, anyway, and I was totally stalking you, and ..."

She sat up again, just from sheer confusion. "Except I wasn't really. I mean. I wasn't really pregnant, not even in whatever the hell insanity that was. So why ... was I ..."