Vanille padded across the living room and flopped down on the couch beside Fang. Fang and Serah where cuddling on the sofa; the shorter was on Fang's lap with her eyes closed and her face was in the crook of her lover's neck. Fang had her arms around Serah completely and her nose was in Serah's strawberry colored hair. The tribal woman's head whipped up and Serah woke up with a little whimper. Serah yawned all too adorably and sat up straighter in Fang's lap, a tiny blush dancing across her cheeks. Vanille looked at the carpet miserably. She wanted Lighting to come home in time for dinner for once. In the past month, she had come home at midnight, if Vanille were lucky.

Fang sensed her best friend's distress and tapped her shoulder. "What's up, kiddo?" She questioned. Vanille looked at the older woman for a second and then looked away in shame. She was jealous of Fang. Jealous that Serah was still in college and could spend all the time in the world with her lover. But Lightning had work. After the whole L'Cie conspiracy, the Guardian Corps had set up shop on Gran Pulse. Lightning, being one of the people putting an end to it all, was given the rank of commander, which meant more work. But not this much, surely! Her normal work hours were eight to seven. So why was she coming home at midnight?

"It's nothing."

"No. Something's bothering you." Fang put her hand on Vanille's shoulder, making her go rigid.

"I said it's nothing, Fang. Please drop it." Now this troubled Fang. Normally, She would have perked up and given her a smile. But Vanille had her head down, and her always-bright green eyes looked dull.

Serah shuffled off of Fang's lap and sat between her and Vanille. Putting her arm around her shoulders, she pulled her friend close. Vanille broke down and cried quietly into her chest as Serah ran her hand through her flame colored hair. Vanille shivered as the last of her sobs left her. She fell asleep in Serah's arms.

"I don't see why we can't just tell her!" Fang exclaimed. Serah sighed at Fang's annoyance. "Well, Claire wants it to be a surprise. She wants Vanille to be blown away by her present."

"But it's worrying Vanille!" Fang continued.

"I'm aware, Fang… but it's for the best right now." Fang huffed in exasperation. Serah smiled and wrapped her arms around the much taller woman's waist. "Claire has worked so hard on this." Fang returned the hug. "I know, kitten. But Vanille is fearful that Light will forget her birthday and-" Serah silenced Fang with a quick kiss. "You worry way too much, love."

"Hmm, maybe I do," Fang leaned down for another kiss, which was far more passionate. Serah moaned as Fang's hands found her rear and lifted her onto the counter, not breaking the kiss at all. Tongues battled in a heated struggle for dominance; which Serah won for a change. Fang growled and broke the kiss, trialing her tongue down Serah's jaw and neck, reaching the collarbone and nipping slightly there. Serah gasped in surprise as she heard knocking on the door. Struggling, she tried to escape the feral woman's tempting gestures, but it ended in vain. So instead, Serah karate chopped the top of Fang's head, making her grunt.

"What gives! I thought you liked it when I did that!"

"Yes, Fang, I thoroughly enjoy it when you…uhm…" Serah blushed a deep crimson.

"When I what..?" Fang smirked.
"When you get dominant, okay! I like being dominated by you! But I'll be damned if someone walks in on us having sex on the counter!" Fang grinned like an idiot as Serah hit her head again. Serah jumped off the counter and dashed to the door, zipping up her baggy hoodie as she ran. Fang leaned on the counter with her back to the wall, wanting to see who interrupted their fun. She would smack the moron. Except if it were Lightning. That would be bad. It was her house, after all. Hearing the door creak open, she got up and walked to the entrance hallway. Fang wasn't surprised who showed up at the door. It was Snow.

Serah looked less than thrilled to see him, too. They had broken up two months after Serah came out of the crystal she was trapped in. Snow had tried too hard to be a good boyfriend. He became far too overprotective, was too sweet and annoyingly enough, called every damned night. So Serah broke It off. She wouldn't want him to be her husband; the proposal was a spur of the moment thing, anyway. It's not like marriage could protect Serah from the Fal'Cie, or anything else for that matter.

"Hey Serah!"

"Hi Snow-"

"I was wondering if you'd like to give me another chance. I don't know what I did, but I'll try harder!" Serah exhaled heavily. "Snow, I'm already seeing someone else."

"What?" Snow was taken aback. "Who's the guy? Surely he can't be better than me-"

"It's not a guy, ya dolt," Fang stepped up to Snow, getting right up in his face. "It's me."

"S-Serah! I didn't know you swung that way!" Snow sputtered.

"Well now you do." With that, Fang closed the door in his face, locked it, and then pinned Serah against it.

"Eep!" Was all Serah could get out before Fang crushed her lips to Serah's. Fang pressed her tongue to her smaller lover's teeth, prying them open with the hot muscle, making Serah whimper. With their saliva officially swapped, Fang pulled away; expecting Serah to look up at her with that pleading, submissive look in her eye and to beg for more. What she didn't predict was Serah being ticked and a hand pushing her face to the side.

"Okay," Serah started, "It's one thing to make out on the kitchen counter, but attempting to have sex against the door right after you slam it in my ex's face is a bit extreme, don'cha think?" Fang stepped back a few feet, rubbing the back of her head. "Just marking my territory, kitten." Serah stormed over to Fang and grabbed to front of her t-shirt, pulling her down to her level. "Well, you're doing it wrong." Serah pushed her weight onto Fang, knocking them both to the floor. Serah bit into Fang's collarbone and Fang groaned, wrapping her powerful arms around the small of Serah's back knowing that Serah was sensitive there. She pulled Serah down so that their bodies were pressed flush against each other before she flipped them over; Serah now on the bottom and Fang's hips between her legs. Serah's teeth didn't relent on Fang's neck though, but she did gasp and moan as Fang ground her hips against her own. Even with jeans on, it was like having sex. Or going to a high school dance.

The two of them were just getting into it as Lightning walked through the door, witnessing them flopping around like fish out water. They both froze in place, feeling the soldiers' eyes piercing though them. Fang started sweating like crazy and Serah stared right back at her older sister.

"Remember to lock the door." Lightning broke the silence and walked up the stairs. Fang and Serah blinked. They expected Fang to be kicked out of the house for the night, not Lightning telling them to lock the door.

Fang got up and help Serah do the same. They both smoothed their clothes off and sat on the couch.

"The mood's rather…"

"Dead?"

"Yeah."

"huh."

"Wanna watch D.E.B.S?" Fang held up the DVD remote.

"Sure."

Okay, I finished the first chapter. I don't know how many I should do… maybe five? Six? Three? You guys decide. It's going to be Fang/Serah and Light/Vanille, maybe a M rating on it~

AND NEVER, NEVER GO TO HIGH SCHOOL DANCES. IT'S LIKE BEING RAPED THROUGH YOUR CLOTHES DEAR JESUS.