Disclaimer : I do not own Final Fantasy or any of the characters.

Rated M for Sexual Themes.

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It was very early and Fang was not happy. She could never understand why Lightning, who like herself loved to sleep, but had enough self-discipline to get out of bed early in the morning. Fang knew that Lightning had to work and that Lightning didn't expect her to get up but Fang also knew that if she didn't manage to roll herself out of bed and make it downstairs she would only get a goodbye called from the front door.

Fang stared into the coffee mug the she had been handed and sighed. She was sporting a tank top and shorts and she could feel that her hair had went past its usual sexy mess into a straight up miserable mess that would take her a lot of time and effort to fix. Sometimes Lightning helped but usually preferred to just laugh and taunt Fang with her hairbrush.

Lightning, as usual was already fully dressed, was moving quickly and efficiently around the kitchen making breakfast and planning for dinner at the same time. Fang swigged at her coffee, enjoying the sweetness of the sugar she enjoyed so much. Lightning only allowed herself sugar on weekends which Fang though was completely nuts because if that's what would make her out of shape, Fang was screwed.

"How do you do it?" Lightning paused for a second and blinked at Fang, who was looking up at her sullenly. Her face had look of surprise for a split second and returned to its neutral state. Fang often commented that Lightning's neutral face made her look like she was going to murder someone, which always earned her some new bruises.

"Do what?" She returned to pulling out a frying pan. Fang leaned back in her chair.

"Get up, move so fast. Do everything." Fang was pushing her feet against the table, now tipping back the chair managing to stay balanced while holding her coffee. Lightning's eye twitched, she didn't appreciate that use of the furniture.

"I have to go to work, Fang." Lightning was trying to ignore the behavior. "It means getting up early." Lightning paused, hoping her open statement would lead to Fang teasing her.

"Sunshine, I can make dinner too, y'know." Fang grumbled. Lightning winced at the stove, where Fang couldn't see her face. Fang really was in a mood. She turned to Fang, slightly exasperated.

"I know Fang, but this way it's done. You have work too." Fang was staring out the window and Lightning could feel irritation building up inside her.

"Robot." Was all Fang muttered in response and returned to sulking in her coffee. Lightning decided it was best not to respond and continued making breakfast. She jumped slightly as she heard the chair legs slam back to the ground. She spun around to yell at Fang and stopped when she saw Fang.

Fang had shot up from her chair. She held her arms out keeping them stiff and perpendicular. Her face was blank and her spine so straight it looked painful. She looked right at Lightning, turned and began to walk with straight legs.

"I Am Lightning-Robot. Military-Drone, Class A." Lightning just stared. Fang grabbed a pan and banged it onto the stove. "Lightning-Robot Will Do Everything. Lightning-Robot Is Programmed For This." Lightning managed to get a hold of her jaw and straightened up, confusion being replaced by annoyance.

"Cut it out, Fang." Fang ignored her, trying to open the fridge door. She refused to move her hands, keeping them straight and stiff. Fang managed it and began taking things out by clamping them with both hands.

Lightning could have stomped her foot. If Fang wanted to make breakfast that badly she could have easily gotten up from the table instead of pulling this behavior.

"I don't want to deal with this right now." Fang continued attempting to get things out of the refrigerator. Lightning decided changing tactics might help. "You are a very inefficient robot with hands like that."

"Lightning-Robot Does Not Respond To Petty Insults. " Lightning sighed and crossed her arms.

"Fang." She said simply in a calm voice. Fang closed the fridge door and looked right into Lightning's eyes, dead serious.

"My Name Is Lightning-Robot." Lightning refused to break eye contact. Fang waited for a response and after a few moments of silence, turned sharply away and headed to the cabinets.

Lightning reached for her coffee and picked it up, wondering the best way to react to this. Fang didn't seem angry at all even if the robot act was a bit disturbing. It wasn't like Fang to react this way; she was usually completely open about her feelings. Fang even with all of her teasing was never mean and her current interpretation of Lightning made Lightning feel a bit hurt. She knew that Fang was trying to get a point across and this wouldn't be solved until she got this to stop.

"How does this Lightning robot survive?" Lightning made her voice light, which made the question sound a bit strangled.

"Lightning-Robot Live On Bitter Coffee And Exacting Military Rules. Do Not Need Sleep." Fang paused, leaving her mouth hanging open to hide a grin. "Also Solar Power."

"Solar power?" Lightning couldn't keep herself from questioning.

"Known To Humans As Sunshine." Lightning couldn't stop herself, she smiled. Fang could hardly keep her face straight; Sunshine had walked right into that one.

"And what else is this Lightning robot programmed for?"

"Work." Lightning noticed Fang's slight twitch in her response. Lightning knew she worked a lot but that had never seemed to irk Fang before. Lightning walked to the other side of the kitchen, putting her mug down on the counter. She turned to look at Fang again.

"What about friends?" Fang paused. She knew how she wanted to answer but knew there was a big chance of really hurting Lightning's feelings. Lightning saw the pause and debated waiting for Fang to answer but decided against it.

"Well Lightning robot, I happen to know a Fang robot." Lightning leaned against the counter, glancing up at Fang with an oh so sultry look. Fang bit her lip, trying to maintain her straight face.

"Lightning-Robot Was Not Aware Of A Fang-Robot." Lightning grinned and began to slowly walk towards Fang, hips swinging with very step.

"Fang robot is aware of Lightning robot. Fang robot is programmed for different things than Lightning robot." Lightning reached up to Fang and wrapped her arms around her neck. Fang true to her robot form still had blank face, and kept her arms stiff but let them rest on Lightning's hips.

"Fang robot likes Lightning robot." Fang opened her mouth to reply but Lightning kissed her, stopping the words. Fang resisted by not responding to the kiss. Lightning pulled back slowly and raised an eyebrow, smirking.

She pushed Fang back suddenly, Fang hardly having any time to react. Fang bumped into the counter and before she could respond, Lightning was kissing her again, biting at her bottom lip. Lightning's hands cupped her head. Fang gave in, kissing back wrapping her arms around Lightning. Lightning could feel the smile on Fang's lips. Her hand snaked up Fang's shirt and she broke off the kiss, planting small kisses along Fang's jawline. Fang moaned softly as the hand began to knead a breast and Lightning's kisses had led to a sweet spot behind her ear.

Fang moved her own arms up mechanically to remove Lightning's jacket. Lightning let Fang undo it and dropped her own arms to help. As it slid off, the second Lightning's arms were free she grabbed Fang's tank top and pulled. Fang complied and it joined the jacket on the floor. Fang went for Lightning's shirt but Lightning kissed her again and hands went to her breasts.

Lightning pulled back and looked at a now very pleased looking Fang. She shook her head slightly grinning and pressed herself against Fang. She slowly bent her knees until her mouth was level with Fang's breast.

Fang gasped as she felt the hot mouth envelope her right breast and the other being caressed by a hand. She hardly noticed the other hand pulling down her shorts. Lightning pulled away, glancing up at Fang's thrown back head and switched to the other one, biting, kissing, suckling.

She let it drop from her mouth and straightened up, leaning in to kiss Fang again. Fang looked at Lightning with half-lidded eyes and noticed Lightning seemed severely overdressed for the occasion.

She pushed Lightning back and made a grab for her clothes. Lightning jumped back away from the desperate hands.

"Ah, ah, ah." Lightning waggled her finger at Fang. "This is what Fang robot is programmed for, not Lightning robot." Fang almost whined, hardly believing she was losing because of idiotic robot logic or the fact that she was willing to follow the rules of robot programming.

Lightning pounced forward again, capturing Fang lips. One arm wrapped around Fang and the other hand danced on Fang's inner thigh as she forced Fang back to leaning against the counter again.

Lightning knew Fang inside and out. Fang liked hard and fast. Occasionally, Lightning would take it easy and stretch out their lovemaking time, but a robot wouldn't do that.

She hesitated letting her hand rest on Fang's thigh as a tongue war raged on. Fang lost the war when she gasped as she felt fingers enter her. Lightning set a fast pace for Fang to follow, pleased by Fang's wetness. Lightning bit at Fang's collarbone as she let a hand maul Fang's breast. Fang was clutching at Lightning's back, digging her nails into the clothing.

Fang was losing the ability to breathe, as her heart pounded and she was overwhelmed with the feelings of pleasure. "Lightning." She whispered. Lightning looked up. "This is cheating." Fang spat out between gritted teeth and closed eyes.

"What was that Lightning robot? I can't hear you." Fang could care less anymore as long as Lightning didn't stop.

"Lightning!" She called out as she felt her mind take leave.

As Fang hit her high and lost the ability to stand, Lightning grabbed her with both arms and swung behind her letting Fang fall slowly down into Lightning's lap. Lightning kissed Fang's cheek waiting for her to return to reality.

Fang felt herself come back down and could feel her forehead leaning against Lightning's.

"Hi." Was all she managed, smiling softly. Lightning tightened the arms that were around Fang.

"Want to tell me what that robot stuff was about now?" Lightning asked, smiling. Fang's smile faded a bit.

"You do everything. I can help too y'know. I know I'm not a brilliant cook but I can do other things." Lightning nodded slightly.

"And?" Lightning didn't believe it for a second that that was the full story.

"You work too much." Fang averted her eyes. "You go to work early, come home late and go in on weekends. I know you love your job but." Fang trailed off. "I'd like to see my girlfriend. And maybe hang out with her when she's not tired from work."

Lightning kissed Fang.

"Okay. Noted." Fang nodded and grinned.

"You're late for work." Lightning glanced at the clock and looked back to Fang.

"Might as well not even bother with going in. Amodar won't care." Fang's canines flashed.

"Good, because I want to be Fang robot now."

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Something I debated using this in Confidence, but it makes a better one shot.

My apologies, I am terrible at writing smut.