Disclaimer: I don't own (though I wish I did) the characters used in this fic. They all belong to their rightful companies. The storyline/plot of this fic however is my own idea. :)

A/N: *NOTE: Just so everyone knows my stories are rated T just to be safe, as I'm writing from a teenage/Young Adult standpoint. Well I think that's it so Sit back, Relax and Enjoy. (Oh wait one more thing; reviews and comments are most welcome but if you have nothing nice to say please keep it to yourself. Thank you.)

Figure Eight

"Perfect!" Aya smiled, placing the last ornament on the tree. "Well sweetheart, what do you think?" She added, stepping back to admire her handy work.

The whole apartment was chalk full of Christmas decorations, from garland to tinsel and even mistletoe.

Serah stood, one hand resting on her chin. "I love it." She agreed, pleasantly. "So, what next?"

Aya considered this. "Hmm. Oh I know! Ice skating!"

"Ice skating?" Serah repeated, nervously. "I don't know."

"Oh c'mon, it'll be fun!" Aya insisted, a slightly mischievous but delighted smile crossing her face.

Sure enough, not ten minutes later the two women reached Rockefeller Center and were lacing up their skates.

"C'mon Serah, I promise I won't let you fall." Aya coaxed reassuringly, holding out her hand.

The younger girl hesitated a moment longer before standing up and taking the hand offered to her. She moved on unsteady legs, stumbling into Aya for a moment before the older woman propped her back up.

"I've got you. " She smiled, taking both of Serah's hands in hers. "Here, like this."

The two then skated slow circles around the rink until Serah was confident enough to let go.

"There you go. Now you've got it. Whoa!" Aya smiled before losing her footing and landing hard on the ice.

"Remind me, who's the inexperienced one?" Serah laughed, skating over and holding her hand out. "Need some help?"

"Oh ha ha." The older woman scoffed. "So the student becomes the teacher, well done."

The pair then continued to skate around the rink until they became too tired or too dizzy to stay standing.

"Thanks for a great time." Serah said sleepily, while Aya carried her piggy back.

"You're welcome. See, I told you you could trust me." The older woman answered, setting Serah down once they reentered the apartment.

"Indeed." The younger girl agreed before glancing up briefly. "Hey look; mistletoe."

The End