Under blankets

The first time it happened, I lay sleepless on the hard stone floor and listened to a snoring Snow. I remember it clearly. The air was thick and heavy and caused a layer of sweat on my skin.

From time to time my eyes landed on Fang, who lay in semi-darkness with Vanille in her arms and I felt this aching pull of jealousy in my chest.

It was new to me. I had never cared for people before, except Serah, of course. It has been easy to keep this wall around me. People never saw what I felt and I didn't care for other people's feelings as well.

Since I met Fang I lost my strength, from day to day a little bit more. The jealousy made me sick whenever Fang and Vanille looked at each other with pure devotion in their eyes.

Suddenly, almost hidden between Snows snoring a barely audible sigh came to my ears. I was about to turn my head when I heard rustling, hands moving over the blanket and finally a gasp.

I realised immediately what was going on and didn't dare to breathe for a few seconds. From the corner of my eye I saw their silhouettes moving. I remember, I didn't want to believe it, though it had always been so obvious. They weren't just good friends, although I had wished for it to be like that.

But I saw the wild haired woman leaning over her petite lover, kissing her under faint moonlight. I was not able to decide if I wanted to keep looking or move away from the picture of them kissing. Arousal started to build between my legs but I wouldn't give in. Perhaps someone else was awake and just to shocked to breathe as well.

Still, I concentrated on the low panting Vanille, her movements, looking so passionate in the bright moonlight and it made me tremble with arousal. If it would've been me there in Fang's arms, secretly trembling under her skilled hands...

I took a sharp breath, the dry and heavy air filling my lungs as I eventually let my hands wander inside of my pants.

Vanille's breathing grew heavier, the rustling increased and suddenly Snow stopped snoring.

It all came to a stop, Fang's hand, my hand, Vanille's bending back. Fang was clearly trying to still her heavy breath while leaning on her left arm, her right one lost under the blanket.

Being stuck in the image of her doing this to me, I let my fingers twitch and a jolt of pleasure let me bite my lip instead of moaning it all out.

For just a few seconds the only noticeable noise was the wind blowing through some trees, nobody dared to breathe. Then, there was a tiny whisper.

"Fang..."

It was so quiet and yet distinct as Vanille gasped and her breathless whimper echoed in the silence of the night. I was in a state of trance, only imagining what Fang's fingers were doing and the notion almost made me come undone.

I saw Vanille's arms moving around Fang's neck, hands grabbing full fists of wild, tangled hair. I wasn't able to look away, lost in my own pleasure, shamelessness fulfilling me. I bit my lip again but this time I was not able to keep this moan from escaping as a wave of pleasure took the last bit of control away. The wall I had been building for years began to crumble as my other hand took a fist full of my rosy hair, so longing, so lost, wild and unrestrained as the couple next to me.

Next thing I noticed was Vanille, whispering sweet words and taking deep breaths. I looked back at them one last time before shame hit me right in the face as I saw Fang directly looking at me, a triumphant smile on her lips. Her eyes sparkling appealing in the faint moonlight.

Blood rushed through my cheeks while my legs still twitched uncontrollably.

I was lost in my longing for her, this wild, exotic woman and this look on her face that kept my heart racing.

I turned away, pulled my blanket over my head and started to put one stone after another back on my wall. No one would ever talk about what happened this night. There were way more important things anyway.

"Light?"

"I never saw her like this before..."

"Hey... Lighting..."

"Let her sleep just for while, will ya?"

"But she said she wanted to leave as early as possible."

Hope's voice was the first I recognized and the last thing I needed to hear. He had this particularly whiney voice that just drove me nuts some times.

I opened my eyes just to see that everyone was awake already. Hope was kneeling next to me and Fang sat with her lance over her knees, looking triumphant again.

"Light you never sleep that long..." said a squeaking Vanille, sitting next to the wild haired woman and looking just as innocent as always. Who would've known that she... that her and Fang...

"What's the big deal, Sunshine had an exhausting night..."

The words came so slowly and clearly out of her mouth and her voice was so severe and blustering in my ears that I almost lost my patience, though it clearly turned me on.

I opened my mouth to answer something imprudent and possibly sullen but she went on talking before I had the chance to.

" I mean... this hard stone floor is horrible to sleep on, right Sunshine? If I remember it right you were a bit sleepless." she winked at me and my wall began to tremble again under a wave of rage and indignation. I opened my mouth again, determined to spit out a destroying answer but there was my wall again and it wasn't possible to throw some words over it. So I stood up, took my things and started walking away.

"Light, wait!"

"She could've said something..."

"You're still talking to us, right?"

"Don't ya wanna eat somethin'`?"

"Sazh cooked..."

With this my stomach actually growled but my pride kept me going. Between me and the others was the wall again, big and strong and giving in was just no option anymore.

"I'm going. With or without you."

Hi there, hope you enjoyed this story. I fell madly in love with FF XIII, such a cool game and Lightning is just a badass character everyone has to love :P

This was my first English FF, as my native language is German. If there're any errors due to translation: I apologise, pls let me know if u found spelling or grammar mistakes :)