Hi everyone. :) This is long so bear with me. I know it's been a very long time since I've uploaded something here. Real life exists and unfortunately, I can't escape it. Some stuff happened in my life that almost sent my creativity to the grave. I came this close to stop writing for good and even now, it's not how it used to be. Also, I have to learn how to write without a Muse and I have to admit, it's very hard for me. It's like learning how to walk again after losing a leg. It's... different; like I see the world through a white filter. It's not the same and I wonder if it will ever be the same again. Maybe with time the passion to write I had at the beginning will come back.
First, I wanted to thank Athanate for her support these past few months. You're a good friend girl and I'm privileged to have you. I'll see you in November. :) Second, thanks to Shezaei Neko and Wunder Wolfer for making me realize it's possible to make Lightning the person I want her to be and stay true to her character. Thanks to FireBadCloudsPretty for letting me know she still likes my stories a lot and to other readers who expressed their wish to have CmP finished. A special thanks to those three French girls - BadMonster_Fr among others - for their encouragement and butt kicking. You gals make me laugh when I do my Fang impersonation. xD
Last and not least, a special thanks to my girlfriend. Thank you for being in my life my love. I can't express enough what I feel and how precious you are to me. I never thought Closeted Delights would bring us together. I love you. :)
Anyway, I promised this story to LoneWolf117 when I still had an account on Deviantart because he'd been sweet enough to make a render of Fang for my birthday and I didn't ask. This guy is so talented it's unbelievable. I hope you'll be able to read your story even though I'm not part of the community anymore.
I know I should get back to Cocoon Meets Pulse and I will. I plan to finish what I've started and after that? We'll see. But I needed to write this before I could continue with a fresh mind.
A note of warning: This story isn't funny or humorous. In fact, it's sad with some angst and I planned it that way. It's something I needed to do. Of course it has smut so only for adults okay?
I hope you'll still like it...
All Final Fantasy XIII/Lightning Returns characters belong to Square Enix. No profit, just trying to get my writing mojo back.
A Sweet Dream or a Beautiful Nightmare
Her hair... God she couldn't get enough of her hair. She always wanted to touch it; to feel its silky softness between her fingertips. It shined a soft pink when the light hit it. And her skin; its paleness was such a contrast compared to her own olive complexion. She loved to caress it, kiss it and taste it.
She was totally hooked on that woman and she loved her so much that sometimes, words were not enough to express the intensity of her emotions.
"I love you Claire," Fang whispered in her ear.
"I love you too."
To hear these words whispered back to her made the brunette want to grin like an idiot. Fang captured Claire's lips in a passionate kiss, trying to convey all the love and desire she felt for that unique woman who had been able to capture her heart.
An annoying vibrating sound roused the woman from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered opened and for a few seconds, Fang couldn't remember where she was. And then it hit her; she was on board a plane and more than eager to get home.
God she missed Claire!
The name Fang Yun was well known in artistic circles. She was one of the most prominent photographers of her generation. Some said she was a genius and no one was able to capture that perfect moment like she did. She worked magic with her camera. But fame came with a price, meaning Fang had to travel around the world a lot. The exhibitions she had to attend kept her away from home and Claire for the equivalent of several weeks a year and unfortunately, it put a strain on their relationship. But now that she was back, she couldn't help feeling relieved and the fact that Claire would be waiting for her at the airport put a balm on her heart.
She slid her thumb across the phone's display to read the new text message she had received. It was from Claire.
Hey Fang. I'm sorry but I won't be able to pick you up at the airport. I thought I'd finish early but something came up at the last minute and I have to stay late. I can't get out of this one I'm afraid. I'll see you later okay?
Fang let out a long sigh. She wasn't disappointed because disappointment was an understatement. It wasn't the fact that Claire couldn't make it; it was the way she had written her message. If the brunette was able to read between the lines, she could detect a note of indifference; almost like Claire didn't care. There was no "I love you" or "I miss you". No; there wasn't a single hint of intimacy in that text message. It was cold as if Fang was a mere friend or an acquaintance. She felt a tight knot in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't deny it; their relationship wasn't at its best lately. Fang spent too much time away from home because of her career and thanks to that famous quote 'Out of sight out of mind', their dynamic had changed. Claire was distant now, much to Fang's detriment.
The dark-haired woman waited to pick up her luggage at the terminal when her mobile rang in her pocket. For a moment, her heart skipped a beat. Maybe Claire had finally been able to make it?
"Hello?"
A deep voice vibrated in the device. "Hey Fang! How's it going?"
She couldn't hide her disappointment. "Hey Snow. I just arrived and was about to take a taxi to get home."
"Lightning's not picking you up?" Snow asked concerned. He'd always called Claire 'Lightning' since he was the only one who wasn't allowed to call her by her real name. Everybody knew how the oldest Farron sister felt about her future brother-in-law.
"No. She couldn't escape work in time. Something unexpected came up."
God she hadn't realized how tired she sounded like. It was more than physical exhaustion. She felt... empty.
"Hey how about I pick you up? We could stop at Lebreau's for a beer? To be honest, I wouldn't mind the company."
It was then that Fang noticed how exhausted Snow sounded. In fact, he sounded just like her. He wasn't his usual laid-back self. Something was definitely wrong.
"You okay big guy?"
There was a slight pause. "I'll tell you more about it when we get there."
Lebreau's bar was quiet but that was to be expected on a week night. Still, Snow chose a booth situated in a dark corner, away from prying eyes and ears.
"So what will you have?" The tall blonde man inquired.
"You know me, the usual."
"Beer it is then."
While Snow went to get their drinks, Fang checked her phone for the umpteenth time for new text messages. Still nothing. Frustration made her grit her teeth. She had sent a reply to Claire telling her it was alright if she couldn't pick her up and she would see her soon but mostly, how much she missed her.
But she got nothing, which didn't help with her stress level.
"Anything from Lightning?"
Fang startled and almost dropped her phone. She had been so absorbed in her musings she hadn't heard Snow come back.
"Nothing," she sighed with aggravation and almost threw her mobile across the table. "She's probably sleeping."
Snow handed Fang her beer and sat down though it looked more like flopping down, like his muscles seemed too heavy for his frame. His back was stooped and now that she examined him more closely, she noticed something else. His face was pale; he had lines of worry drawn on his forehead and dark circles under his eyes.
Fang touched her friend's forearm and squeezed it slightly, hoping she could transfer a bit of her energy to him. "Snow... What's going on?"
He frowned and his clenched jaw gave away how tense he was. He took a long swig of his beer. "It's Serah..."
Realizing he wouldn't say more, Fang tried to probe a bit. "Serah? What do you mean? Is there trouble in paradise?"
The sarcastic laugh that escaped his mouth surprised her. It was so unlike Snow's usual cheery one she felt a bad shiver run down her spine. "Trouble in paradise? There is no paradise anymore."
Fang wasn't dumb but the question left her lips anyway. "What do you mean there's no paradise anymore?"
"Serah and I are on a break but you know how it is, right? A break and a breakup are the same in my opinion."
Fang was dumbfounded. Serah and Snow represented the perfect couple to her because they always got along and seemed made for each other. "Since when?"
The huge blonde man took another swallow, emptying the bottle in minutes. "It happened two weeks ago. Wait. Didn't you know? I thought Lightning would be the first one to tell you since she never liked me very much," he replied, his words dripping with sarcasm.
But Claire hadn't said a word of it to Fang, which wasn't like her at all. The knot of anxiety tightened a bit more in the brunette's stomach. Had they become so far apart now that they couldn't talk about what was going on in their lives?
"Seems I missed a lot lately...," Fang mumbled while scratching at the label of her beer bottle. "How come you two are not an item anymore?"
Snow shrugged. "Honestly, I have no idea. Everything seemed to be fine and then out of the blue, Serah tells me she needs some time on her own. Ever since she died – thanks to Etro's curse – and Lightning saved her, she feels like she has missed on life and has to make the most of it."
"That's bullshit!" Fang exclaimed outraged. "Serah can still make the most of life with you in it."
"Seems you and I are the only ones who see it that way..."
Fang left Lebreau's bar in the wee hours. She was a bit tipsy but that was alright. The alcohol had done its job; numbing those perpetual feelings of insecurity and anxiety that had settled in the pit of her stomach since God knew when. The conversation with Snow brought her back to her own relationship and it felt like a slap in the face, sobering her a bit. Claire and she were drifting apart and when she stepped inside her own home, it was like a confirmation of what she had suspected for quite a while. The house was dark and cold and for a few minutes, she wondered if she was at the right place.
She sighed loudly. "Man... Next time I get a few beers, I need to make sure I'm in the right mood for it."
It was probably just because of exhaustion from traveling. She shrugged her worries away and left her luggage near the door. It was too late to unpack now; she'd do that tomorrow. She needed a shower though so she walked into the bedroom Claire and she shared.
A sleeping form was hidden under the covers and when Fang saw it, her heart leapt. She couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief because it meant she had indeed missed Claire and there was still hope for them. She would do everything to make it work.
Claire was sleeping on her left side with the comforter tightly wrapped around her like a cocoon, as if it could protect her from the outside world. Fang stared at her partner and a frown creased her brow. Even her way of sleeping was different; she was in a fetal position, almost rolled into a ball and holding her pillow tightly as if she kept herself guarded against everything.
"Even me...," Fang whispered. She felt like crying.
The shower was vital. She not only needed to wash her body but her mind and spirit as well.
After spending a fair amount of time under the gentle spray of hot water, the brunette got out refreshed and more relaxed. She slid under the covers naked. Sleeping clothes were unnecessary since she always slept in the nude. She inched herself close to Claire and wrapped her arms around her only to realize her partner wore a pyjama. Fang pursed her lips. Claire never slept with clothes on; not since they'd started dating anyway. She used to do it before but Fang made it clear wearing sweat pants and a shirt wouldn't protect the pink-haired woman from her so that habit went out the window pretty quickly. The fact that she had gotten back to her old ways wasn't reassuring.
Claire stirred in her sleep before turning onto her right side. Cerulean eyes met viridian. "Hey..."
Fang smiled hesitantly. "Hey you."
"I'm sorry if I didn't pick you up," Claire said softly. "I was..."
At that moment, Fang's worries eased considerably. Her girlfriend's apology was genuine and she could forgive her anything. "Hush now. No need to apologize at all. I know things can be unpredictable in your line of work. I wouldn't expect it otherwise my hot police officer."
"Tch. So how was the exhibition?"
"Boring but necessary. I'm glad to be home though and in your arms."
Claire didn't reply to that. "Speaking of home, you're a bit late."
Fang chose to let it pass. "Yeah. I was supposed to take a taxi but Snow called and decided to pick me up."
Claire frowned, and the tone of her voice showed a hint of annoyance. "And why did he do that?"
"He asked me if we could have a beer at Lebreau's. He had some things he wanted to talk about?"
"Really..."
"Yeah. It was about stuff regarding him and Serah. But it's their business and I have other things on my mind," Fang whispered lowly as she brought Claire closer for a kiss.
The pink-haired woman turned her face away. "Fang, I'm not in the mood."
Fang frowned, deeply hurt and let her go. "I just wanted to cuddle. I've missed you."
Claire pressed her lips on the brunette's cheek. The kiss was chaste, like she would kiss a friend. "We can cuddle tomorrow okay? I'm really tired," she said before turning again onto her left side. "Good night."
The indifference Claire had just manifested toward Fang felt like a punch in the gut. She was too numb to react. She had been gone for three weeks, almost a whole month and that was the welcome she got? The sense of relief she had felt a few minutes ago vanished into thin air. This wasn't Claire at all. No, the person who was lying next to her wasn't the woman she had come to know and love. This woman was a stranger.
And Fang had no intention of sleeping next to a stranger.
"I think I'll sleep on the couch tonight."
She got up, opened a drawer to get a t-shirt and a pair of underwear – yes that was a first – got dressed and picked some bed sheets and a blanket as well as her pillow. She left the room quietly.
And Claire didn't even try to keep her from leaving.
Fang woke up the next day with a headache and a foul mood. She'd been tossing and turning all night, unable to switch her brain to 'off' mode, too obsessed in trying to figure out Claire's unusual behaviour. When she was finally able to get some shut eye, it was already morning.
The brunette dragged her feet toward the kitchen like a zombie. She needed coffee desperately just to be able to function to a minimum. The coffee maker seemed to take its jolly time to brew the black nectar that would save her life, which made her feel on edge to the point where she wanted to destroy the damn thing.
"Good morning," Claire whispered to Fang's ear as she hugged her from behind.
Fang cringed at Claire's contact. She hadn't forgiven her distant behaviour and thought she got away too easy.
Claire felt her girlfriend tense and frowned. "You're upset."
Fang extricated herself from her partner's embrace and poured herself a mug of coffee. "I haven't slept much."
"I'm sorry about last night. I was tired and..."
"Yeah I get it," Fang mumbled while adding sugar and cream.
"Look. I apologized so why do you make such a big deal about it?" Claire sighed with aggravation.
Fang walked slowly toward the kitchen table and sat down. She stirred her coffee and took a sip being careful not to burn her tongue in the process. "Like I shouldn't make a big deal about Snow and Serah's breakup?"
"What?" Claire blinked several times, obviously confused. She poured herself some coffee then leaned against the refrigerator, staring at the dark liquid in her mug.
"Well?" Fang's patience wasn't at its highest at the moment.
Claire shrugged. "Oh, that? I guess it slipped my mind."
"You're kidding, right?" Seeing no reaction from Claire, Fang threw her hands in the air. "I can't believe this! Their breakup is something major that happened two weeks ago and it slipped your mind?"
"I planned to tell you when you'd be back but I spent the majority of my time trying to be there for Serah so yeah, it slipped my mind. I'm guilty as charged," Claire replied becoming defensive.
"Alright," Fang said, half convinced. "And how is Serah?" She was kind of curious about the reaction of Claire's sister since she was the one who had initiated the break up.
"I thought she would be more devastated but she handles it better than I expected. Then again, she always knew what she was getting herself into when she started dating him." Contempt dripped from Claire's words.
"As I'm sure you kept reminding her every chance you got."
Fang was rewarded with a death glare for her sarcastic comment. "In case you're wondering how I feel about it – and I'm sure you do – I say good riddance. They were not meant to be together in the first place and Serah deserves better."
"It's not your place to say."
Claire stared at Fang and clenched her jaw, obviously annoyed by the brunette's blunt statement. "I'm her sister and I know what's best for her."
Fang held her gaze, unwilling to back down. "Be that as it may, it's still not your place to say. You always had this bad habit of meddling in their love life even though it wasn't your business. Let them deal with the break up."
"Tch. Like you know everything. And whose side are you on anyway?! Snow's? I suppose the big moron cried on your shoulder because he never saw it coming? No let me guess. It wasn't his fault."
Fang was slightly disgusted by Claire's words. There was so much venom in them and it was so unlike her to bad mouth people.
"No, he didn't do that though he was shocked when Serah announced to him it was over. I have to admit I was shocked too when he told me the news. I guess my reaction was normal considering I was the last to know..."
Claire put her coffee mug down on the counter. She turned around and crossed her arms over her breasts. He face was impassive and Fang knew she had been door slammed.
"Well, you'd learn about events like everybody else if you were around more often. Now if you're done trying to provoke me with that patronizing tone of yours, maybe I'll be able to enjoy my coffee in peace."
The attack was sneaky and the hurtful words had the desired effect. For a few seconds, Fang clearly saw herself pick up her coffee mug and throw it across the room, right at her girlfriend's face. The image was so vivid, it took her by surprise and left her slack jawed with shock. She always knew she was capable of great violence, especially if she was pushed beyond her limits. It had happened three times in her life and she swore to herself she would never let her rage get the best of her again.
But today was about to be the fourth.
She took a long deep breath through her nose, counted to ten in her head and gritted her teeth. "You're right. I'm done," she said as she got up slowly. Her voice seemed perfectly normal despite the fact that she was literally boiling with fury.
The brunette walked into their bedroom and got dressed. She then made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth, ignoring Claire's confused look. When she was done, she walked pass the pink-haired woman and put on her leather jacket and shoes.
"Where are you going?"
"I need some air. It's stifling in here."
Claire noticed the tension in Fang's voice. "What did I do now?!" She sighed aggravated.
Fang now knew it was time to leave because she was this close to throttle her. "Why don't you figure it out?"
Fang was so angry and hurt that the walk to her favourite park took less time than usual. When she got there, she was hyperventilating with fury. She needed to get a hold of herself. She kept walking along the river bank with her hands in her pockets, concentrating on the different sights and smells surrounding her and after a while, she slowed down her pace. She spotted a bench and sat, closing her eyes and trying to get in touch with nature and calm her troubled mind. Even though it was fall, the sun's rays were still warm on her face and the light breeze blew gently through her hair. After a while, she opened her eyes and lost herself in the multitude of reds, oranges and yellows adorning the trees.
She let out a trembling sigh and felt a lump in her throat. She missed that time when everything was simple; she missed her former life. She still remembered her last incarnation when she went by the name of Oerba Yun Fang like it was yesterday.
And she also remembered Lightning because that woman who had treated her with such condescension wasn't Claire. No; Claire was soft spoken, calm, affectionate and always had a warm, enigmatic smile.
She loved Fang and she made her feel like a person.
And Lightning? Well Lightning was aloof, distant, kept her heart away from her sleeve, didn't like to be touched and never smiled.
And she made her feel like she was nothing.
What had happened while she was away for Claire to step into the background and allow Lightning to take over?
"Hey..."
Fang almost died from surprise. "Don't sneak up on me like that," she gasped. She wanted to slap herself. Her former self would've heard Claire coming from miles away.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," Claire said softly. "May I sit down?"
Fang frowned, torn between letting the pink-haired woman sit next to her and telling her to go to hell. "What do you want?"
Claire took Fang's inquiry as a yes. It was better than nothing. She sat down next to the brunette, leaving some space between them.
"I wanted to apologize and talk."
"Alright...," Fang mumbled not really convinced.
"You're right. I should've told you about the breakup. I didn't want to bother you with family problems."
Fang felt saddened when she heard these words. She stared at her girlfriend intently. "Claire, I think we've been together long enough for you to know that I'm there for you and your family." She took Claire's hand into her own. "I'm there for the good and the bad. I thought you trusted me enough by now."
Claire sighed softly. "It's not a question of mistrust Fang. Even if I had told you, the situation would've remained the same. You were miles away from home and I didn't want to stress you more."
"Even if I was miles away, I could've been there to offer moral support to you and Serah. Your family is my family."
You've certainly given Snow some moral support... Claire thought bitterly but restrained herself from saying the comment out loud. She wanted to patch things up with Fang, not make them worse between them. Still, she couldn't help feeling a bit betrayed when she learned of Fang hanging out with that dumb blonde caveman when she should've been home with her.
The pink-haired woman looked downcast. "Sometimes moral support isn't enough. You need the person to be there and well... you weren't there."
The words hit Fang's stomach and they hit hard, depriving her of the energy to give back a sharp retort. "I know I'm not around much. Nobody is more painfully aware that my career takes away a lot of our time together." She caressed Claire's cheek with the back of her hand. "After this exhibition, I'm gonna take a year off. I can afford it and we're overdue for a vacation. It would be just the two of us. What do ya say?"
A ghost of a smile played on Claire's lips. "I'd like that."
Fang wrapped her arms around her girlfriend and hugged her tightly. "I don't want us to end up like Snow and Serah. I don't want to lose what we have," Fang said lowly, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.
"Me neither," Claire replied softly while returning the hug but not as tightly as Fang did.
And that didn't reassure the brunette at all.
It was one of those Saturday's that was so quiet and ordinary, it seemed more like a Sunday evening. Neither women felt like going out and spending some quality time at home was more appealing than hanging out at Lebreau's bar. Claire had invited Serah over because she didn't like her to stay on her own but her younger sister preferred to be alone so she didn't insist. There was nothing worth watching on TV but thank god for channels like Netflix or Crave, which could turn a boring evening into a less... boring one.
Fang was about to grab the remote but Claire was quicker and seized the device.
"Wha-?"
The pink-haired woman turned the TV off and straddled her girlfriend. "I don't feel like watching some boring TV show tonight. I have something more... entertaining in mind." Her smile was full of mystery, promising forbidden pleasures.
Fang's heart skipped a beat and she clenched tightly. When Claire put her mind to it, she could be dangerously sexy.
Just like now.
"Care to share?" Fang asked, her voice getting lower by the minute. Her partner knew which buttons to push to arouse her.
Claire's index finger traveled slowly along Fang's jaw. She lifted her chin then kissed her gently on the lips, lingering just long enough to make the brunette shiver.
"I've been imagining all those beautiful naked women who model for you. I believe it's time for me to mark my territory," she whispered in Fang's ear.
The way she said it, like she owned her... Fang clenched so hard, she felt a tight knot in her lower belly.
"Well, you have nothing to worry about because you're the only one I think about."
"Even when you're alone?"
"Especially when I'm alone."
"And what do you do when you think about me?" Claire asked with a smirk.
"Oh you know... I take matters into my own hands." Fang pretended not to be affected much. She wanted or more wished that Claire would take the lead. It had been so long since her partner had shown desire and had made any kind of advances.
The pink-haired woman got closer, her hand brushing Fang's stomach. "I want to take matters into my own hands too."
She felt the brunette's abs tighten underneath her T-shirt. She kept going downward past the elastic band of her sweatpants, her smirk getting bigger as she eagerly watched her girlfriend's reaction.
Fang's nostrils flared when Claire's fingers brushed her mound and reached her heated center. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat when she felt her girlfriend's middle finger rest at the entrance of her vagina, as if the other woman was waiting for her permission.
"Please..."
An evil smirk appeared on Claire's lips. "Please what?" She pushed her finger inside just a bit and Fang reacted to that sweet intrusion by letting out a small whimper.
"I've been yearning for you for so long..."
And it was true in a figurative sense. The connection between them had weakened considerably since the last few months and as hard as Fang tried to stay positive, she couldn't deny it anymore. It was there; the distance, the slight indifference, the lack of communication. Those elements when added together, gave shape to a word that every couple wanted to avoid but somehow, no matter how hard they tried, they seemed unable to do so. That famous word, that dangerous word was called routine. It was a comfort zone where you got used to the person who shared your life, where they were taken for granted, almost like they were part of the furniture. That routine, which was to be avoided at all cost had sneaked its way into their lives and like a dark cloud, it loomed over them. Slowly but surely, it poured its misery on them and led them to withdrawal into oneself and isolation. Each was in its own cage, its own prison and none had seen it coming.
Until now.
But Fang had awakened and she was trying to get out of her cage. As for Claire - or it seemed to be more Lightning lately - it was like she was still sleeping and as much as Fang rattled the bars to get her attention, nothing seemed to work. Claire/Lightning was in a deep coma and was too comfortable to open her eyes and see the truth.
But perhaps tonight, Fang had rattled the bars enough to rouse her partner from her cocoon of indifference and if that was the case, she intended to make the most of it. And then who knew? She could help Claire search for the key that would unlock the cell of her heart.
Fang locked eyes with Claire, trying to see behind that cerulean veil. "Please, take me," she breathed. "Make me yours again."
And for a few seconds, she got a glimpse of what was hidden behind these blue orbs. There was fear, loneliness and despair. It felt like Claire had become prisoner of Lightning again. She was trying to get away but the former stoic soldier wasn't willing to let her go this time. And then, the pink-haired woman blinked and all Fang could see were two gems of faded blue.
Fang was losing her again but she had no intention of letting go. She cradled Claire's face in her hands and kissed her like she had never kissed her before.
Please, come back to me...
Claire took a sharp breath through her nose and responded to the kiss. She shoved her tongue into Fang's mouth and claimed what was hers. A muffled moan came out of the brunette's lips as she felt her partner's fingers penetrate her slowly. It was so good to feel her inside and it had been too long; so long in fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had been touched by the one she loved more than life itself.
Claire broke the kiss and stopped her sweet torture. Her lips brushed Fang's jaw until she reached her ear.
"I think some clothes are in the way."
Fang didn't have time to react to that statement as she felt two hands grab her sweatpants and pull them down to her ankles. Her lover spread her legs wide and licked her lips when she zeroed in on her prize. When she saw the hunger in those eyes, Fang's heart thumped loudly against her ribcage. She felt completely exposed to Claire's cerulean gaze and couldn't wait to feel her mouth on her.
Claire's lips and tongue were warm and silky, which caused a slight tremor in Fang's body. She licked her just the way she liked it. Soon, Fang was in paradise. She had missed her girlfriend physically but psychologically and emotionally as well. She desperately needed to reconnect with her; to feel her be part of her life once again. The deep bond they used to share wasn't the same anymore but if that making out session could bring it back, even if it was a tiny fraction of what it used to be, Fang was more than willing to try. For now, she would enjoy Claire's ministrations the best way she could.
The brunette grabbed the back of Claire's head and pressed her against her core. She wanted more contact, she needed to feel more of her.
"Yeah... God your mouth feels so good," she breathed.
Claire moaned softly when she felt Fang rake her scalp. She kept moving her tongue up, down and round, exploring and caressing her lover's folds. She smiled wickedly when she felt the brunette's thighs quiver slightly and her hips roll against her face. She looked up and was rewarded with a nice sight. Fang's eyes were closed tightly and her face was scrunched, almost like she couldn't handle the sweet torture her girlfriend was putting her though.
Fang wanted to die so Claire could bring her back to life and kill her over and over again with agonizing pleasure. Soon, her soft moans became whimpers as the sensations became more intense. She was burning inside and needed so much release.
"Claire... Oh God Claire... Don't stop...," Fang begged. She was about to lose her mind.
But Claire was not the type of woman to listen. She was the one who was between Fang's legs; she was the one who controlled her pleasure and decided of the outcome.
And she decided to stop everything; just like that without any warning.
Fang choked on a moan, a sudden wave of dizziness hitting her when Claire backed away. She wouldn't leave her in that state, right? She couldn't when she was so close...
But the pink-haired woman had something else in store for her. She stood up and took place between Fang's thighs, spreading them wide and blocking them with her knees, thus preventing her to close them. She pressed herself against Fang and slid her hand between them, continuing where she left off.
"Don't you want me to make you mine again?" Claire whispered hotly, her lips almost touching Fang's.
The brunette was unable to move, trapped against Claire's body. There was just her fingers, circling her clit slowly then picking up the pace, bringing her pleasure back with a vengeance and intensifying it tenfold.
"Fuck!" She breathed as her eyelids fluttered shut.
Fang bit her lower lip as she breathed sharply through her nose. She was at Claire's mercy and knowing she was unable to close her thighs, that she couldn't control anything made her so wet it was a shame but Claire didn't seem to mind one bit.
On the contrary, the pink-haired woman had an evil smile on her lips.
"Are you mine Fang?" The way Claire asked the question, it seemed like there was only one answer.
"Yes... Yes I'm yours."
"Now and forever?" Claire's started panting slightly.
The words sounded so much like what Lightning would've said and if Fang hadn't been too far gone to notice their true meaning, they would've spelt red flag in the back of her mind.
So she responded in kind. "Now and forever."
"Do you want me to fuck you and make you come?" Claire purred in her girlfriend's ear.
"Yes... Oh please yes...," she whimpered. She just wanted release.
"Good girl."
Claire stopped her sweet torture and plunged two fingers inside Fang's slick channel, making the black-haired woman almost cry out of pleasure. She pumped hard and fast as her palm hit her already sensitive clit. It didn't take long for her to clench tightly around her partner's digits. Her breath became shallow as she started to peak, much to the other woman's delight.
"Oh fuck... Yeah... Don't stop... God I love you!" Fang mumbled, encouraging Claire to help her reach that seriously overdue orgasm.
She was about to close her eyes and tumble when she felt a strong hand grab the back of her head.
"Look at me!" The tone was demanding, almost threatening.
Fang obeyed and what she saw shook her to the core. In Claire's eyes, there was a darkness, a swirling chaos of cerulean blue that sucked her in as she was given what she had craved for so long. She felt stripped of every layer that made her who she was as a human being, leaving her soul completely exposed to her lover's gaze.
The orgasm felt like hitting a concrete wall head on and with the pain that came with it. The sound that left Fang's lips was a mix between a moan and a cry of despair.
Claire was very proud of herself as she watched her lover come down from her high. "That was hot Fang." She couldn't deny being aroused after hearing such beautiful sounds.
"That was bloody intense," the brunette replied, out of breath. "I hope you're expecting some pay back."
"I am actually."
Fang lifted a fine eyebrow, her senses now on full alert. "Oh yeah? Tell me and I'll make it happen."
Claire withdrew her fingers slowly from Fang who couldn't help moaning as she clenched involuntarily around them. She brought them to her mouth, wrapped her lips around them and sucked the sweet mess, which was the fruit of her efforts.
Fang was totally hypnotized by what Claire was doing. It was her and at the same time, so unlike her.
Claire took her time and when she was done, she whispered in Fang's ear, "I want you to eat me until I pass out from pleasure. No foreplay."
Fang's eyes glittered with a barely concealed hunger and before Claire had time to bat an eyelash, her clothes were gone and she was on her back with her legs widely spread as her girlfriend dove in.
Fang had always been proud of her abilities between the sheets. She didn't mean to brag but she was a skilled lover. When she made love to a woman, she focused all her attention on her, sometimes without receiving anything in return. She didn't mind since her partner's pleasure was her pleasure. In the end, what mattered was the other's happiness.
This time, Fang gave more than her all. She desperately wanted to convey what she felt for Claire by giving her pleasure. She put all her passion, all her devotion in loving her. It was her way of letting her know that she was willing to do anything to save what was left of their relationship.
They could make it. Love triumphs all. Isn't it right? Wasn't that what people said?
But something seemed off. Claire wasn't responding the way she did usually. She was tense and Fang had the impression that she wasn't totally there with her. She looked up and noticed Claire's nose was scrunched up and a frown creased her brow.
"Are you okay?" Fang asked, stopping what she was doing.
"Yeah... I must be more tired than I thought. Can you... Put more pressure?"
Fang frowned but did what she was told.
"A little bit to the right..."
They had been dating each other long enough to know what made the other tick in bed so to hear those words come out of Claire's mouth was very disturbing for Fang. She kept licking her girlfriend but now, the warmth she felt at the idea of bringing her to orgasm got replaced by something else.
A heavy ball of dread settled in the pit of Fang's stomach and her heart started beating fast with fear.
"Like that Lightning? Is that how you like it?"
It was like flipping a switch on. The reaction was instantaneous. Claire's breathing accelerated and she started moaning. She was close.
"I want you to come for me Lightning." Fang felt like crying.
Claire's moans got higher in pitch. "Yes... Yes... OH GOD! I LOVE YOU!"
And as Claire surfed on her high, she kept saying how much she loved Fang and even though the brunette could hear the words, her brain couldn't comprehend their meaning anymore. The ball of dread had liquefied and was now coursing through her veins. As for her heart, it beat so fast she could hear it through her eardrums.
She knew she had made love to Claire for the last time.