Prompt 13

"Sick of Fang's flirting, Lightning takes it to the extreme in retaliation. After all, Fang may have spent 500 years with nothing to think about but terrible pick up lines, but Lightning had to deal with the hormonal boys in the Guardian Corps. "

Her eyebrow twitched as she narrowed her eyes at that familiar, infuriating smirk once again. A low growl formed deep in her throat as icy blues met with a quick flash of emerald to accompany that smug expression. Arms folded tightly against her body and one leg crossed over the other as Light leaned back further into the couch, as if to add just a bit more distance between her and Fang.

It's been two months since Fang and Vanille woke up from crystal stasis; the group worked for six long months to free them. Light extended her hospitality by allowing them to live with her now that Serah flew the coop and chose to live with Snow.

And it has been two months of this.

First thing Fang said when Light graciously invited the Pulsians in and gave them a tour of the house?

"Nice bed. Can we break it?" Naturally, Fang's gaze was directed at her.

That time, she was a bit too stubborn to admit that she missed the huntress enough that she didn't slap her – as she would've any other time – and instead chose just to reply with curt "No."

But wait, it only got worse from there.

Light would come home from a long day of grueling work at the Guardian Corps – it was up to them to rebuild and defend the city of Oerba - and what does she find?

Fang lounging on the couch with nothing but her halter top and underwear. What's worse was that she couldn't help but stare. And Fang knew. Hell, she probably did it in purpose and anticipated the reaction.

"See somethin' you like, Sunshine~?"

"Tch."

Everything.

It seemed as if everything she did, Fang would find some sort of corny pick-up line or suggestive comment to throw at her. That damned Pulsian got way too much joy in teasing her; Light knew Fang swelled in triumph whenever a really good one hit her, making her cheeks mimic her hair color.

Like that one time she prepared some strawberries as an after-dinner snack.

"I bet strawberries covered in Nutella would taste twice as sweet~" And she even timed it to the exact moment the older Farron popped one of Nature's candies into her mouth. She nearly damn well choked, trying to suppress her blush and involuntary shiver, burning up to the sound of that infuriating woman's laugh.

And when Vanille was around, she was no help at all. The red head simply giggled and encouraged her nearly-sister. Lightning was alone in this.

This brings us to the current situation.

As usual, the now-Lieutenant came home rather late. Vanille was out with Serah – Light was a bit disappointed to know that Vanille spent more time with her sister than she did – and Fang not yet home from her job at helping teach the new Gran Pulsians how to survive. She was home alone; a rare and pleasant occurrence.

Lightning enjoyed her quiet solitude for the better part of an hour before Fang entered through the door, looking weary but pleased, and tossed her bag and lance onto the floor.

The soldier nodded as a greeting from her position on the couch, in the middle of a movie. "You're late." It was more of a plain thought spoken out loud.

A thought that Fang used against her. "If I had known a pink-haired beauty was waitin' for me, I'd 'ave come home sooner," she grinned impishly and winked at her before stalking up the stairs to shower.

And she has had it. Enough was enough. She already had to deal with this at the Guardian Corps with the hot-headed men; especially the recruits that thought they had a shot with the notorious Lieutenant Stick-In-The-Ass. She didn't need to hear it in her own home, a place where she ought to find relaxation.

I need to get Fang back...Lightning knew that hitting or fighting the Pulsian wouldn't work. Fang could take a hit; multiple hits, actually, and it wouldn't do a thing except amuse the physically stronger warrior further. She couldn't scare her or order her around like her soldiers. And as much as she sometimes wished, she couldn't kick the two of them out. Deep down, she enjoyed their presence. It added a touch of entertainment to her otherwise strict and routine life.

Then what? What could she do?

Fang never really pushed her boundaries, either. It was just harmless flirting, right? She doesn't mean anything. She just likes my reactions, Light reminded herself. Though, a part of her wished that Fang wasn't joking, but that's absurd, right? Hmph...Me and Fang...together...Disturbingly enough, Light found herself liking the idea...Perhaps a bit too much.

The sound of the shower turning on did not aid her in mentally restricting herself of exploring those thoughts. The thoughts that would plague her when she thought about that woman; the images of her damned smirk and glint in her lively eyes; the memory of her in battle, ferocious and powerful, as well as how well the two synced to bring down all their foes. It was like they could read each other's mind's. No one ever matched her aside from Fang.

And underneath the smirk, the teasing, and the carefree demeanor...there was a loyal friend. Someone dedicated, passionate, and deeply caring. Sure, she was more stubborn than a behemoth, but there was good reason. She was wild, she was intelligent, she was...currently naked and not even twenty feet away from her, probably merrily shampooing her hair.

But that's when it came to Lightning; the perfect payback. How would she react to a taste of her own medicine? Fang only teased and flirted just to see Light either blush or get frustrated, right?

So if Light did the opposite of that, it would totally throw the Oerban off.

...Right?

But it was too late to reconsider. A plan was set, and Lightning Farron would follow through. Besides, what could go wrong?

She waited until Fang came back down to retrieve her bag and lance, covered by nothing except a blue towel that began slightly above her breasts and ended slightly below the ass. Her brown tresses a shiner, darker shade due to the water still contained within it, leaving a trail of clear drops wherever she went.

Here comes the chance.

"Hey Fang," Light called, turning her head slightly to watch the huntress. It''s now or never...She lowered her voice slightly, "You're so wet...dripping everywhere." She even added a sly smirk of her own, eyes pinning the warrior to place as Fang actually paused, in the middle of bending over to pick up her stuff, and blinked twice before turning around to stare at the soldier.

Her expression was priceless, almost caught completely off-guard.

Too bad it didn't last long. Had she held a camera, she would've snapped a picture to capture the moment and foreign expression on that tanned face.

She stood up again, watching Light carefully, though smiling playfully. "Ya got a problem with me 'drippin' everywhere'?"

"Oh no, of course not~"

Fang blinked in confusion again. What was Sunshine up to? "Eh, ya alright, Light? How much did ya drink tonight?" She scanned the living room for any evidence of alcohol, or indication for the soldier's sudden change in attitude.

"None. But speaking of drinks, how about you share one with me? Sit down." She got up off the couch with a wink and walked to the kitchen, pouring them both a glass of red wine, and making sure to sit closer than usual when she handed the huntress hers.

"Thanks," She watched the mysterious soldier through her peripheral vision as she took a sip. Light down her glass rather quickly, and poured herself a second one.

"So..." the soldier leaned slightly against her, keeping her expression controlled throughout all this, despite really enjoying the turn of tables. "Vanille told me that Yuns can go all night. That true?"

"Maybe. Ya care ta find out?"

"Maybe."

And then Light smirked and winked at her.

Light winked.

Lightning winked.

Fang's mouth opened slightly, incredulous. It was like a dream come true, and she'd love to believe it and go along, but it simply didn't make sense. She takes a fifteen minute shower and suddenly Light's acting all charming and hitting on her?

What are ya up to? The best thing to do was probably play along for now. "Ya sure ya can handle it?"I wonder how far this is gonna go?

Light chuckled. "I'm an Army of One between the sheets."

Did she really just say that? "An' I'll Ragnarok your world."

"Fine. You can be the Commando, and I'll be the Ravager."

"Only if you can stop m' relentless assault."

"I'll stagger you before you can even get the chance."

"That a promise, Sunshine?"

"No, it's my Focus."

Where was the tape recorder when you needed it?

Light, much to her own surprise, was enjoying this little game much more than she thought she would. Maybe it was the wine. Because obviously, Lightning Farron would never lean in and say "They say your tongue is the strongest muscle in your body. Wanna fight?" in a breathy whisper in Fang's ear unless she was drunk or out of her mind...Right?

Fang shivered and swallowed hard, determined not to give in to the soldier. "That depends. If I told ya you had a great body, would you hold it against me?"

"I don't see why not." In one fluid movement and true to her namesake, Lightning straddled Fang and looked down with quite possibly the biggest smirk Fang has seen Light wear, yet. And she didn't miss those cerulean hues look up, then down, then up, and down again, before staring right into Fang's eyes. At this point, she wasn't even sure what she was saying or doing. It's like her body was acting of it's own accord. And she didn't mind one bit. Etro, the alcohol must have something to do with this, though she didn't feel drunk.

Still wet, wrapped in nothing but a towel, and trapped under the Farron, Fang felt like prey. She could count on one hand the number of times she had in her life. Though right now, she couldn't complain.

A hand buried itself in wet locks and pulled Fang's head towards herself as Light hissed in a low undertone into Fang's ear. "If being sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged."

Fang shivered and placed her hands on Light's hips. "I guess we'd both be arrested, then." She decided to test her luck and flipped them over, finally gaining the upper hand once again, grinning down at Light's momental surprise, coupled with a soft gasp.

This time, Fang leaned in to growl in her ear, "If you're going to regret this in the morning, we can sleep til afternoon." And she wasn't lying either. Light totally asked for this.

Her only response was a pair of narrowed eyes and a nip against her neck. "Roses are red, the sun is gold..." Gloved hands grabbed onto strong shoulders and pushed down. "Get on your knees and do as you're told."

Fang grinned. "With pleasure."

So yeah. First fic in a while, haha. Wanted to dish this out before Fangrai Febuary was over. I had quite a lot of fun writing this. Expect more prompt fills (even after the month is over. I'm always late. Don't be surprised) and some more random one shots that I've had floating in my head for a while. I know it's been a long time, but maybe this can jump-start me back into fic writing. The world needs more Flight and I plan on being a pilot.

For those that don't know what Fangrai Feb is...Go find out!

Let me know how I did, and keep an eye out for more!