Before we get started i just wanted to say that these are short fics.

Just a few quick plots that I couldn't get out of my head. Some lack the finer detail that Night and Day had. Others just didn't have a thick enough plot for me to make a well rounded story. A few are just random.

All most likely have at least one grammar mistake. XD

But it felt wrong just throwing them out Just because I couldn't combine them into a bigger story….. yet.

So here they are.

'Nope'

They could kiss. Even make out with each others permission. No hands were to travel below the waist or to the chest. That was strictly forbidden. Holding hands outside was acceptable but nothing more. Not until Hope turned eighteen. Those where the rules and boundaries of their relationship.

However sixteen year old Hope always found new ways to test her resolve. He loved to push her buttons. To experiment on how long he can secretly taunt her until she caved. And he was sly about it. Always keeping up his 'innocent' routine in front of everyone while only Lightning read in between the lines. Never once did he stray from his strategy. Never giving her enough to become angry with him besides a small warning glare. Just enough of a hint to get his meaning. Then he retreated and left her to stew in her frustrations. He played under the table and never attacked they same way twice.

Her cage was rattled. So much so that the iron bars where threatening to shatter like mere glass. And it even made her wonder 'how much more could she withstand?'

Lightning sighed softly and rubbed the sided of her face before returning to the Moogle Paper in her hands. Her tall frame sunk deeply into the lazy boy recliner. It was Sunday, her day off. Years ago the thought of taking a day off would have been appalling. However as of late she found herself taking more and more time off to spend at home with Hope.

'Speak of that little devil and he shall appear.'

The wooden stairs creaked and Lightning glanced up to see Hope slinking down them with a little too much pep than anyone should have when they first wake up in the morning. Her eyes narrowed.

'Just what is that little fox up to now?'

His navy blue PJ's decorated with little lightning bolts swaying slightly at the movement. She could never figure out if him wearing something like that was endearing, funny, or just a little bit creepy.

An 'I'm so innocent' smile crawled onto his face as he walked up to her. It was a little too smug for her comfort.

'Nice try Hope but I'm not falling for it.'

"Morning Light," he said as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

She returned one to his forehead and smirked as she saw him squirm and chuckle with giddy delight.

His tea green eyes sparkled like emeralds as he leaned forward on the chair, placing his face next to hers. She shot him a warning glare but this time he didn't pull back.

"Ya know Light," He whispered softly, suggestively into her ear, "we were in crystal stasis for eight years. So technically-"

"No," she cut him off harshly as if to end the subject completely.

She saw right through his plan. Take away the reason behind waiting and self restraint is tossed out the window. However it wasn't going to be that easy.

"But Light we-"

"No. In crystal stasis your body doesn't age even if the world around you does. Therefore You are Still sixteen and under the age limit. No."

"But-"

"No."

"We-"

"No"

"Light please-"

"No Hope and that's it!"

And then it came. The Smolder. His eyes ghosted over, crushed that she would reject him. His posture slumped as if someone just beat him into submission. Even his bedraggled white hair seemed to droop. Then he looked pitifully at her. As if he had one last ounce of Hope left and he was pleading with her not to smash it.

Lightning sighed in defeat, "Fine."

Hope did a double take at this. A surprised, unbelieving smile slowing rising up, "Really?"

Lightning returned his smile with a small one of her own.

'Oh, yeah.'

"Nope," Lighting stated bluntly and returned to the Moogle. The conversation was over.

Hope let out a groan of frustration and drug himself into the kitchen. Grumbling all the way.

Lightning smirked softly to her self. She'd never tell him just how close he came to winning. The last thing he needs is a confidence boost on the subject.

But the rules were final. They were strict because they needed to be obeyed by the law. She would have hold up and fortify her restraints until Hope was of age. But maker be damned if anyone thought she was waiting a moment longer.