I'll have everybody know, I spent like… most of yesterday trying to figure things out on Tumblr, it's not something I'm used to but I figured I could draw some nice oneshot ideas off of that page.

Prompt #149 - Fang discovers that Lightning has been writing/drawing smut about them. (Can also reverse this).

Rating - T

Life and Times

Chapter 1 - A Whole New Context

As much as she enjoyed the new roommates since Serah had moved out, she hated it at the same time. Apparently, cleaning up after yourself was something that wasn't taught on Gran Pulse.

Lightning cursed out loud when she spotted an empty bowl and glass sitting on her otherwise clean coffee table. Vanille often left clutter, but never dishes in rooms other than the kitchen. No, that was always Fang's doing. It seemed that no matter how much the Captain yelled at her, it never stopped. So, as she did the hundred times in the past, she grabbed the bowl and glass to take into the kitchen to put into the dish washer. She hated being a maid to Fang.

The Captain grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before she went back into the living room to actually enjoy her day off. Even with it being her only day off, she was well aware of the possibility that she could receive a call at any time that day. With that in mind, she reached out for the television remote, fully intending to relax as long as she could. As she grabbed the remote, that was when she spotted it.

Fang's sketchpad.

Lightning knew she should just toss it onto Fang's bed, like she did with every other misplaced item she ever found around the house and outside property. She'd done it with both her and Vanille's items that weren't in their proper home. But, her curiosity peaked. Plus, she was irritated with the Pulse warrior. The worn pad in her hand had kept her interest ever since the first time she saw her friend using it. Yet, for some reason, Fang would never let her look at it.

Usually, Lightning had always respected people's privacy. There had to be some reason Fang was so guarded about it. Was she ashamed that they weren't good? Was she drawing up plans for some evil master plan? The Captain shook her head free of the thoughts before she sat back on the sofa cushions and lifted the cover.

"Wow." She whispered when her eyes landed on the first drawing. It reminded her of Oerba. The only difference being that the town scene was full of life. She found herself being drawn into the picture. Fang's attention to detail amazed her. The buildings were in pristine condition. She saw what appeared to be warriors in the distance hauling back a fresh kill. She spotted a woman sitting in front of her house playing with a young child. Must be from her memories. She told herself.

There was definitely no reason for Fang to be ashamed of her black and white pencil are. Lightning slowly flipped to the next page. It contained a picture perfect portrait of an older woman that Lightning didn't recognize. The resemblance to Fang was so strong that Lightning easily figured it to be the Pulsian's mother. A beautiful woman, strong yet regal… just as her daughter had turned out to be.

Lightning found herself enthralled in the artwork. Page after page was full of perfectly drawn pictures. She saw a man that had a few scars on his body, he had shared a resemblance to Fang as well. After that, she examined each passing picture. She saw a couple that looked identical to Vanille. With each passing page, she realized that Fang liked to capture the people and things that she held close to her.

A heavy blush overtook her face when she came to a face portrait of herself. She felt as though she was looking in a mirror with how well it was done. Lightning placed the pad onto her knees and brushed her hair behind her ears to be able to lean down closer to fully examine it. It appeared as though Fang had drawn her in her dress uniform. It was only drawn to her shoulders, but she shading and design told Lightning it was her dress. Fang always liked the dress uniform and would always make it known whenever she saw the Captain wearing it.

She'd become so lost in the drawing of herself that she'd lost track of time. It wasn't until she heard a car door slam shut outside that she felt her heart leap into her throat. As quickly as she could, she closed the pad and grabbed her water bottle before rushing down the hallway and into her room. Fang's drawings had captivated her, she just had to finish looking through them. Once she was safely in her bedroom, she sat at the foot of her bed and opened to the page she left off on.

Another page turned and Lightning's eyes shot open in shock. On the page she could easily tell it was herself, yes, but behind her was Fang. The taller woman had her arms wrapped around Lightning's waist and her head rested on her shoulder. Both women had a smile on their face and their eyes closed. One of Lightning's hands rest on Fang's on her stomach, the other was stretched up to caress Fang's cheek. The Captain felt her heart flutter. She never once thought about her best friend like that. But, apparently, Fang had.

Part of her almost feared turning the page. She was able to tell from the crinkles on the few pages following, that there were, in fact, more drawings. She took a deep breath before flipping the sheet over. It was beautiful, in a strange way. The way Lightning's visible hand was lost in Fang's wild hair. The way her eyes were closed as they leaned in close to one another. The way Fang's hands rested gently against the Captain's hips. They were leaning in for a kiss, but not quite touching their lips together.

Lightning's own eyes closed as she envisioned what it would be like to actually kiss her best friend. She felt a chill roll down her spine at the sensations she imagined. It was nice. Odd, but nice to think of such a thing. It was starting to finally make sense as to why Fang always tormented her, ten times more than she did to any of their other friends. It made sense as to why she would always catch the Pulsian watching her from a distance while the sketchpad was in her hands.

The Captain forced her eyes opened and prepared herself for the next picture. She felt her breath catch in her throat at the image before her.

"Vanille?" Fang called out in a tiny bit of panic as she pulled cushions off of the sofa.

"Yea?"

"Ya seen my sketchbook?" The older woman fixed the cushions before leaning to look under the sofa and coffee table. She'd been searching for it ever since she returned home. Twenty minutes ago. Panic was beginning to set in. She just hoped to be able to find it before either of her roommates did.

"You lost it? Fang, you guard that with your life." Vanille was slightly amused at the older woman's antics. It was rare to see her adoptive sister so panicked.

Fang glared at the girl before she stood up. "Not funny. Now help me find it!"

Lightning smirked softly when she heard her best friend's voice. She heard her ask for help looking for a book that was in her possession. For a moment, she felt bad for looking at it. But it didn't last long though, she was glad that she had looked at it. She stood up from her bed and tucked the sketchpad against her chest as she opened her bedroom door and made her way down the hallway to the living room. She simply leant against the doorframe and watched as Fang tore the living room apart, with Vanille's help.

"You sure it's not in your room?"

"I'm sure Vanille. It's got to be out here." Fang tipped the loveseat back to be able to look under it. "Dammit!"

Usually Lightning would be pissed beyond belief at the way the two women were tearing through the house. But, something about Fang's panic was amusing… amusing, and cute. With the new found knowledge, Lightning found herself looking at Fang in an entirely different context. She took a moment to examine how her brow furrowed in concentration and worry all at the same time.

"Where is my sketchbook!" She yelled out as she started pulling books off of the shelf to see if it had somehow gotten wedged in there.

She couldn't take it anymore, she had to stop Fang's panic. "You mean this sketchbook?"

Vanille's head popped up first. The look on her face was priceless as she watched Lightning hold up the book in question, the tone in her voice was flat. "Okay then… I'm gonna go see Hope." She ignored Fang as she tried to grab her for help as she put on her shoes and grabbed her keys to leave. "Good luck." She waved to her sister before leaving.

"Light, I can explain." Fang quickly started, but was cut off when Lightning lifted her hand to stop her.

"I have to say…" The Captain lifted up the cover and flipped back several pages. "This one is quite lovely." She lifted the pad to turn it toward Fang. It was a picture of her on her back, with her back arched up. Her eyes were closed and her fingers dug into the top of Fang's head, which was buried between her legs.

"I swear, I can explain."

Lightning continued to ignore her. Though, she was kind of curious as to what kind of explanation other than the truth Fang would try to dish out at her. "What makes you think I'd be so submissive to you?"

"I don't know… it's just…"

"This is why you stare at me all the time, isn't it?" Lightning's eyes diverted back down to the drawings. She idly flipped through a few more before stopping and tilting her head to examine one that had become her favorite. "This seems more like what would happen." She shivered some but tried not to show it when Fang stepped closer to her to see which one she was talking about. "It seems like quite the fascination you have."

"Listen Lightning. I know nothing's gonna happen. It's fine. Can I just have that back. We'll pretend this never happened."

"I have to say, these are quite well detailed for someone who's never seen me naked." She dared to glance at the Pulsian. Lightning quickly swallowed the lump in her throat when she realized just how close Fang actually was.

"Well, some of the clothing you wear, don't leave much to the imagination."

"When I first opened it up, I wasn't sure if I should be flattered, or frightened." Lightning turned her attention back to the drawing where she had Fang pinned against a wall with her hand down the Pulsian's shorts.

"Flattered, let's go with that one." Fang reached for the book. She just wanted to forget it ever happened and hide in her room for the next several days.

"I never said I was done." Lightning turned her back to the Pulsian and thumbed through a few more pages, stopping when she came to one of herself sitting out on the back porch. Lightning smiled at it. She was sitting on one of the deck chairs, a cup of coffee cradled between her hands as she looked out over the water. Fang had captured one of the few moments where she was completely relaxed.

"I drew that one a couple months back." Fang boldly stepped up behind Lightning. She was able to read the Captain's actions enough to know that she wasn't mad at her. Carefully, she peaked over her shoulder to look at the drawing. "It was a Sunday morning. You were off. It was that day ya stayed out on the porch almost all day."

Lightning tried her hardest to lean back against the woman behind her. She wondered what it would feel like to have Fang's arms around her. But, she had to hold out, just a little bit longer. "You remember that?" Nobody had ever paid that much attention to small details like that. Other than Serah.

"Of course I do."

The Captain could feel Fang moving closer to her. She made no attempt to move away as she turned through a few more pages. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

Fang was taken aback by the question. Lightning wasn't screaming at her, or attacking her like she had expected. Lightning was calm and Fang was partially frightened. "I've seen ya lose your temper, Sunshine. And I've been on the receivin' end of it before…" Fang let out a shaky breath. She lifted her hands to place onto Lightning's shoulders, but stopped just as she was about to.

"Did Vanille know? That why she ran off?" Fang made a sound of acknowledgement. Lightning finally turned around to look up at Fang. "Call her… Tell her to stay out for a while." With a small smirk on her face she leaned up to whisper against Fang's ear. "I want to re-enact some of the artist's renditions of myself." When she took a step back she licked her lips before hugging the sketchpad to her chest and heading toward her own bedroom.

Let me know what you think. I plan on filling some more of these prompts over time. No guarantees on when anything will be uploaded, but I've been in such a writing mood lately, and it's all been directed at FLight stories.

See ya next time :D