I'm leaving this open to interpretation, it was extremely late at night when I wrote this and probably not thinking properly. Based of a song named Recessional by Vienna Teng (really beautiful song, I suggest you give it a listen), and it triggers a scene in my head involving Lightning and Fang and how a relationship can change in a moment.
Obviously I don't own the characters,etc.
"It's so beautiful here," she said.
"Yeah. It's pretty great." Lightning replied, lifting her eyelids to gaze at the scenery around them, the quiet serenity interrupted by light echo of their voices.
Fang bowed her head, turning to face her companion as she lowered her voice.
"No, I meant this moment, now."
Lightning took a moment. Her eyes flickered to her right, meet by the invasive gaze of Oerba Yun Fang.
She never thought she would find her here, like this. In this moment, her eyes were fixed as though time had stopped. Even the silence had paused, just for her, in that moment. This was a moment where doubted everything she knew about herself, about her past, the very four walls of her mind had transformed. There was no room at all for any other thought.
Lightning was consumed. She was oblivious to how Fang's infiltrating stare had stripped her of all barriers and left her exposed, unprotected, naked. For the longest since she could have remembered, she was vulnerable. And she didn't put up a fight. There was definitely a reason not to want this.
But she forgot.
It was although a cocoon had given birth around them, and no other two people were breathing the same air as they were. Lightning felt a fiery warmth ignite and spark through her body, and she knew it was Fang. Barely had she stopped to blink and the moment had passed her by, skin was burning against skin, lips crashing against lips and fingers tangled with fingers. Every sense was engaged to the limit, the sound of harmonising breaths; the sight of the swift and wild creature beneath her; the arousing scent of skin; the rhythmic feel of contracting muscles; and every delicious taste of the fire between them.
It was not in Lightning's nature to surrender herself. But something was so seductive about Fang that it had caused her to unfurl uncontrollably, she felt chaotic, and yet she felt as if she were in the only refuge she could ever submit to her instincts. She allowed Fang to relentlessly explore ever contour of her body, and she lost herself.
Claire had surrendered, and her body was at the mercy of her conqueror.
The women lay in raptures, chests heaving against each other with every breath. Lightning stared with heavy eyes at the other, hair falling forward, mouth all askew. She didn't even stop to think how long they'd been there, naked limbs overlapping, face pressed into the sweet-scented mane of her lover, until Fang spoke with words like rain, resonating.
"Well anyway," she said:
"I'll see you around."
