Almost in a hurried fashion, she stumbled through the door- after fumbling about her keys. Damn her arm fucking hurts.

It was late.

But in actuallity it's still rather early considering her line of work. She wasn't about to complain- isn't the type to. So instead she heads straight to the bathroom, wincing when she took off her uniform. Really, taking off clothes shouldn't hurt this bad.

She eased into the shower of warm water- and bit back a groan all the while cleaning herself. Usually she'd take just a couple of minutes, but for tonight- she really wanted to, no- needed a long, long one.

So after finishing, she gently stepped into the bath tub that she'd filled earlier. Cherishing the warmth, she rested her head – half submerged. What time is it again..? It should be a little past midnight by now.

Usually she wouldn't bother thinking about time at all, since Serah would most likely be asleep everytime she comes home from work.

But Serah's not here now.

At least not in this house, no. Moved out to live with her beloved fiancee for a while now. No, it's not Serah she's thinking about- no.

It's those emerald eyes that she longs to see, especially on nights such as this one. Emerald eyes that is away on work until who knows when.

Etro, thinking about the Pulsian beauty had her this riled up- sometimes she herself can't really accept it. To be so tied to another, she never really understood.

But it happened anyway. And it felt all the while wonderful. All the while wonderful indeed.

Fang is every bit as stubborn as her- if not more. But every inch as loving. And gentle, and kind, and giving- really, she can go all night. ..Speaking of all night- Lightning groans inwardly. This was not a good thought to dwell on- especially this long without her partner.

And so she gives in, and moved her hands towards her abdomen.

She wasn't the type to waste time- cut to the chase, as she would often say. And it also applies to.. other things, so to speak. Desperate, she huffs and sucks in a deep breath, and it was done. She lied there for a while longer, collecting herself and trying to actually muster the willpower to stand up and get dressed- the water was getting cold.

So she did just that, and dried herself. She was beyond tired, but even after an hour of tossing and turning, she couldn't sleep at all.

This was going to be a long night.

Fang crept in the house slowly- her night was enjoyable to say the least. The hunt was a success, and the guys had dragged her into a bar to celebrate.

One drink. That's what she had told them.

She should really stop saying empty words like that, she smirked to herself. Fang's pretty sure she's not drunk, hence the perfectly executed trip up the stairs- but she is a bit buzzed. Just a tad.

The door creaked open, and she immediately let out a soft sigh.

Lightning was still awake. Well, barely.

So she crept on the edge of the bed, where Lightning lied on her side- and just stared.

Even in the dim lights of their room, Fang could make out the bluest fucking eyes she has ever lied eyes upon. She feels so unworthy sometimes, it's not even funny.

Fang let her hand wander to Lightning's cheeks, downing in the softness of her hair. They didn't speak a word, no. They hadn't seen each other in almost a month. Fang was sure she'd be babbling about anything and everything when they meet again, but now- all words were lost, and she was lost. Lost in those eyes, that expression, that soft lips that she could just-

She didn't even realize when she had bent down to nuzzle Lightning's nose- kissed her eyes. She smelled so good.

Lightning didn't move, she just stayed still. Fang moved back a little so she could see better. And although she was happy that they are together again, she doesn't really like what she saw. Lightning looked tired, in fact, she looked very tired. Surely this wasn't caused by a day's event. Why she was still up, Fang didn't know.

"you don't look so good." Fang started.

"don't i? ..but you look good. That's good." Lightning half smiled.

" you should really get to sleep, Light. It's late. We'll catch up tomorrow, okay?" And with that Fang moved away, wanting to get cleaned up, but a hand shot up to prevent her from doing so.

" .. Fang. " Lightning's thumb brushed circles on her hand- and she shivered.

Dare she look back, she thought. The answer was fairly evident to her.

So Fang didn't waste any second. And those eyes. Those fucking eyes.

She was going to be a proper fucking adult, too. Lightning looks halfway to a coma, and damnit she was going to let her rest.

That went out the window, then. And so did the rest of their clothes. Not out the window though- but you'd already know that.

This was going to be a long night.

There was a gentleness in the way Fang touched her tonight. By no means, Lightning is not fragile. She could say the same about Fang.

But the way Fang handled her was beyond that, beyond fragility. And when she started to shake and quiver, Fang just held her there. Sometimes, she feels so unworthy, it's not even funny.

And when her hand curls and stills in just the right spot, Lightning rushed in two harsh breaths, and let out a soft moan.

It took her just a minute to settle herself- and Fang was still holding her. How gentle. It was awfully charming.

She liked doing things fast. It wasn't just for her namesake, she just doesn't like wasting time. But tonight, in all this melancholy, she will let herself be taken like this. Slowly, gently- lovingly.

And she'd let Fang take her, again and again.

She wouldn't have it any other way.

AN : first story woo. And first semi smut, I suppose- if this can even be considered smut, lol. This just started as a thought I had when I got back home feeling half dead. And the rest is history.

Will probably jut down stories here when muse hits, but anyway.. thanks for reading, and- Reviews are warmly welcomed.