"He's arrogant and chummy from the get-go. Thinks he's everybody's pal. Never liked him much." Lightning practically snarled distractedly, while talking with Hope. Truth is, I've always liked him too much, she thought. Ever since the first time she'd seen him while out on patrol, she'd felt an overwhelming irritation with him, yet, she wanted to get closer. He's so rash, never thinks things through, the total opposite of the same time, he makes me feel...

She felt an ache between her legs, as liquid began to pool there, and she flushed crimson with shame. He's Serah's, she reminded herself. But, it is the end of the world, and she is in crystal stasis...

"Light?"Hope questioned. "You need a break?"

She looked blankly at him, having been lost in her own thoughts. "Oh, uh, sorry, Hope. Yeah, let's stop here, for a rest." They were half way to Palumpolum at this point, needed to stop for the night.

Lightning's sleep was restless. She wanted him so badly, it hurt. Just thinking of him, in the dark, in the quiet of the night while Hope murmurred in his sleep, made her touch herself desperately. "Snow, oh, Snow..." she moaned, quiet as a breath. Fingering herself desperately, she came with a guttural, heavy scream.

Panting with exertion, she heard Hope rustling in the bushes, having woken at some point to use the bathroom, presumably. Lightning flushed anew, wondering what he may have heard. Thankfully, Hope didn't stop to check on her, just quietly returned to his tent.

Maybe now, I'll be able to get some sleep, she thought, as she drifted off.

A few days later, they had met up with Fang and Snow in Palumpolum. Originally, they were going to send Hope with Snow, but Light remembered Hope's plan for revenge and realized what a plan for disaster that was, so she had a quick whispered conversation with Fang, and then sent Hope with her. Snow was oblivious to so many things at this point.

Damn, she thought. I have to tell him. "Snow," she started, her heart pounding.

"Yes, Lightning?" Snow smirked.

"Snow, uh, I, uh. Wait." Fuck. That was brilliant, she thought wryly. Guess I'll start with Hope.

"Say what now, Lightning? You-at a loss for words?" Snow joked.

"Here's the thing, Snow. I've been talking a lot with Hope this last bit, and-"

"Gotta crush on him, Sis?" Snow interrupted, chuckling.

"NO!" Lightning snapped. "Would you shut up and listen?" Oh, hell, if he only knew who I was crushing on. "Snow, Hope's mom was one of the people who joined the resistance at the Hanging Edge. He said the bridge collapsed and you failed to save her. He blames you for her death, and wants revenge."

Snow stopped suddenly, and sank to his knees, overcome. He didn't say a word, and Lightning stood there, watching him, until suddenly she noticed his shoulders shaking.

"Snow, Snow, it's alright," she knelt beside him, and whispered into his ear, brushing his hair back as she comforted him. "It wasn't your fault."

"It was my fault," he choked out, brokenly. "I couldn't save her."

"She asked me to get him home."

Lightning grasped Snow by the shoulders and gently turned him to her. "Snow, we're here now. Soon, he will be home." Looking into his eyes made it so much harder to resist him. She'd never seen him so vulnerable before.

"Lightning," he whispered.

"Snow, there's something else, I need to tell you." Now it was Lightning who was choking up.

Snow was slightly confused. Light, crying?

"Well, you know, there's a fine line between love and hate, and I thought I hated you, but, I,I-" she broke off as he grabbed her arms tightly and pulled her close.

Lightning moaned as Snow pulled her onto his lap and she felt his rock-hard manhood rubbing against her tender place. He bit hard into her neck as she trailed her fingernails down the planes of his back. "Snow," she muttered throatily, grinding herself into him. One by one, they stripped each other down, slowly, each taking in every inch of the other's perfect body. A single grunt from Snow was almost enough to send Lightning over the edge, he simply had that kind of voice.

"Lightning," he breathed.

"No, no," she told him, in between caresses and licks, "call me Claire."

"Claire, Claire, Oh, God, Claire!" He yelled, as she trailed her tongue down his chest, hovering dangerously close to a naughty place.

He cupped her buttocks and slid her gently, carefully, onto his rock-hard penis. Damn, she is soooo tight, he thought drowsily.

Lightning tried to muffle her cry of pain as she stretched for him, hoping that Snow would be too occupied to notice.

As she took him in, all the foreign sensations combined into something so wonderful, she was swept away in the experience, the pain a distant memory. She felt a wonderful pressure building up with each thrust of Snow's exceptional penis. So grateful I chose him to be my first.

"Aaah," she choked out, as the building pressure overwhelmed her. "Oh, Snow, please, don't stop, It's too much, OOHHH!"

Lightning's first ever orgasm rushed over her forcefully, just the way she felt for the man who had given it to her.

Snow groaned out loud when he felt her coming, each vibration of her orgasm touching his very soul. "Fuck, Lightning!" he ground out, coming desperately into her, holding onto her so tightly,like he'd never let her go.

Slick with sweat, racked with emotion, they held onto each other for a few minutes, slowly detaching themselves from each other.

Lightning struggled to catch her breath, realizing that she was literally the worst sister ever, and aching in more ways than one. As she moved away to grab her clothes, Snow looked down at her, flushed and teary-eyed.

"What?" she snapped, the old Lightning quickly making an appearance.

"Light," he whispered softly. "Was I, your first?"

Lightning froze. "What makes you think that?" she said defensively.

He pointed to her leg, and she looked down to see smears of blood on her thigh.

Feelings of shame and humiliation came over her.

"I never found anyone I trusted enough, I was too busy, I had Serah to think of-"

Snow interrupted her and said, "Light, I'm sorry. I should've respected you more. You deserve better than a one time fuck from your sister's fiance, of all people."

She finished getting dressed quickly and turned to him. "No, Snow, no. I think this is exactly what I deserve, after this." And she turned and walked away.

"FUCK!" Snow yelled, punching the wall so hard he smashed 4 of 5 knuckles.

What the fuck was I thinking?