"Claire! Come on, you've been looking at Lanille fan fiction for an hour and a half now! It's my turn!" As Vanille desperately tried to get her girlfriend to budge, Lightning just grunted.
"Just one more…I've gotta make sure these are all top quality, or the fans will think I suck!"
"Claire…" Vanille grabbed Lightning's head and stared her straight in the face. "Everyone thinks you're awesome, but-"
"Oh, look at this one!" Lightning clicked on a story and let Vanille read it.
"M rated? Really?"
"Yeah, but it shows me as the awesome chick I am!"
"Claire Farron! I love you, but seriously, why do you want to read dirty fan fiction of us… doing stuff? Why handcuffs? You have the real thing here!" Vanille span around to show off her body, and Lightning blanked out for a moment. She shook her head and smiled.
"Yes I do…c'mere!"
Vanille met her partner in a cuddle and began kissing.
"Let's go upstairs…" Vanille giggled, and Lightning couldn't say no. As they went upstairs, Fang walked into their home.
"Hey guys! I found an awesome video of us on YouTube fighting an Adaman…oh." Fang fell quiet when no-one answered. She went over to the computer to load the video, but stopped when she saw what was on screen.
"Lanille… fan fiction?" She sat down, reading. When she got the seduction, she panicked. When she got to the bed, she shook with fear. Desperately trying and failing to avert her eyes from the screen, Fang fainted when she got to the handcuffs.
And when Lightning and Vanille came down three hours later, they found their friend on the floor, waking up. Thinking nothing of it, Lightning addressed the warrior female.
"Hey Fang! Have you seen my hand-cuffs anywhere? I need them for work."
Fang ran out of the house, screaming. Vanille stuck up an eyebrow and turned to Lightning, her hand on the others waist.
"What was that about?"
