Hello people of FanFiction! This idea was completely random, and brought on by seeing my ex. I haven't seen her since school ended, and decided she seemingly looked the same. My friend teased me and asked me if I wanted to kiss her, bringing a harsh no from me, and my train of thought moving to people I WOULD kiss. It may be weird that half of the people on my list ended up being video game/anime/cartoon characters, but whatever.

I don't own Final Fantasy

These thoughts are definitely not welcome at this point in time.

I am currently fighting a King Behemoth for my life. There should be no time for thoughts other than ways to survive the encounter and/or 'Holy fucking shit I am going to die!'.

If that is the case, why in the name of the maker does my mind pick NOW to think about just how kissable Lighting Farron looks? I mean, it's not like these thoughts haven't brushed over my mind before. Lightning is a very attractive woman, after all. But seriously, now is NOT the time to think this over.

I already said something like that, didn't I?

Yes...? Whatever.

The behemoth just slashed at me and I had to quickly put up a protect to ensure I keep both halves of my body together.

Heh.

That's not a pretty thought.

My train of thought snaps back to Lightning as soon as I am out of immediate danger. Great. At this rate, I think I'm falling in love with her. Did I mention that? I feel... I don't know... attached to her in some way. She doesn't feel at all like my mother, but not like a sibling either. I just don't know anymore.

Then again, with thoughts of Lightning, come thoughts of, once again, her luscious lips.

Did I seriously just think that? Maybe I should get everything out of my system so I can concentrate...

Alright, point one.

I think I'm beginning to fall in love with Lightning. Not that bad, if not for the age difference. If it comes up though, I can argue the fact that we're probably going to die anyway.

Point two.

Have you ever noticed, Lightning's lips stand out a ton more because she has a perfectly pale complexion, and then her lips are a nice shade of pink and kinda' shiny as if she has lip gloss on all the time? It makes me want to get a better look at her, without her moving around every three seconds.

Point three.

Her scent kills me. Now, it simply isn't the fact that she smells bad. It is rather the fact that she smells like sweet strawberries that makes me want to find out if she tastes like them too. My theory is that she would be sweeter...

Point four.

The behemoth has just smacked Snow into Lightning and she is now flying through the air right for me.

Hold up a second... what?

All of the air is pushed out of me as Lightning collides roughly into my open arms. I lose my balance and we fall over, my back landing softly on the grass. From the sounds I hear, Fang just finished off the the behemoth and I can now taste strawberries.

Straw...berries?

Please tell me my current thoughts are wrong.

I open my eyes to look into a sea of blue. Yep. That would be Lightning. From what it feels like, she landed with her lips on mine. She closes her eyes and leans into me slightly, deepening the kiss. Her hair is creating a curtain of privacy around us, so nothing can be seen.

I have no idea what to do, so I decide going with my instincts would be best at this point. I kiss back, letting my lips push harder against hers. I have only vague ideas of how to kiss from friends who have had girlfriends, but I have to say this is so much better than I could have ever imagined.

Her tongue comes to lick my lips slightly, and I shoot mine back in response, the taste of strawberries growing stronger. The kiss goes back to being chaste, and she pulls back, smiling. Lightning licks my lips one last time, and she moves to my ear.

"Wake up Hope." she says.

"Wake... up?" I repeat slowly, my eyes growing heavier.

I open my eyes quickly, groaning quietly. It was only a dream after all...

Then again, it can't be too bad.

Because somebody just moved to my right...

And in my mouth, I taste strawberries.

LOL, that sucked so bad. Yes, Hope is fourteen, but whatever. It was a dream. I wonder what the real life scenario was, though? Read chapter two to find out!