So given the amazing feedback, I've decided to continue this. I want to thank everyone that left a review, you guys are awesome. I wasn't expecting such a positive response, so yeah. :D

This chapter has smut so if that makes you uncomfortable, skip the whole middle part of the chapter, lol.


Fang was casually leaned against the wall, her arms crossed on her chest, one hand idly playing with her necklace. Visibly, her posture was relaxed, at ease with her surroundings, though inside she seething. She discreetly watched Lightning out of the corner of her eye as she nodded and chatted quietly with Hope. Fang could see the open adulation in his naïve eyes as he continued to talk, with much gusto, to the pink haired woman who took the admiration in stride, either choosing to ignore or it or feed into it – Fang still hadn't decided. Of course, the possibility that she was simply envious of Hope did wander through the corridors of her mind but she viciously stomped the idea. She wasn't envious of him, if anything, he had every reason to be envious of her.

She chuckled airily, reaching down to take a sip of her drink. Would he continue to worship the ground Light walked on, if he knew how easily she could bend Lightning to her will? If he only knew of the blue fire, the blistering ice in Lightning's eyes as she gazed up at Fang from between the Oerban's legs, would he still fawn over Light, like a lost little puppy?

She snorted, seeing that Hope hadn't paused for any breath as he continued to gab away at the soldier, who stood there, genuinely interested and adding comments when appropriate. Maybe that was what galled her so much. How was it that an awkward teenage boy, barely into puberty, could engage Lightning's attention like that? Here she was, a grown woman, who has having a physical relationship with her, and they could barely traverse through a normal and civil conversation. 'To hell with her.'

Fang entertained the idea of making a toast and proclaiming to everyone what she and Lightning had done together, not even twenty-four hours ago, in their favorite hotel room. She pictured the soldier's sheer look of horror that would accompany her declaration and Fang snickered. It was tempting but then Lightning would never have sex with her again, and, well, she certainly couldn't risk that.

"Somethin' funny?"

She turned her head to Sazh. How long had he been standing there?

"Nope, just amusin' myself. Fantastic party," she droned as she turned away from the wall to lean her back against it and face Sazh.

"Haven't seen you much, what're you up to these days?"

"The usual." She shrugged. "I'm helping Lebreau out – needs a bouncer to shake off the lousy drunks."

Sazh nodded and watched the brunette turn her head, as if an unseen force gripped her jaw and forced her head. He followed her gaze and found his brown eyes in the direct path of Hope and Lightning. "Those two are havin' fun," he remarked. He noticed Fang stiffen as Hope and Lightning moved to sit on the couch. Sazh lightly chuckled, seeing the young boy blush as Lightning leaned over him on the couch to grab the remote on the side table.

"He's got it bad," Fang commented, her voice nonchalant though her eyes painted a different picture.

Sazh didn't respond as Fang stepped away from the wall and began to saunter over to the couch. "He's not the only one," he whispered, watching as the brunette squeezed herself between Hope and Lightning, her voice loud and cheerful as she asked them if anything good was on TV.

Fang crossed her long legs and got comfortable, looking like she had every right in the world to be there. An awkward moment of silence followed as all three of them tried to fit on the loveseat. She pointedly ignored the flash of annoyance on Lightning's face and continued to watch the television, feigning interest.

She saw Hope briefly glance down at her legs, his eyes wide and his cheeks red, as her sari rode up her thighs. Fang held her breath, trying not to laugh. 'Poor kid.' Hope quickly mumbled an excuse and stood up, deciding that being on a couch that small with Lightning and Fang was more than he could handle.

Fang and Lightning sat in a tense silence, both staring at the TV as their friends continued to walk and mingle around the house, oblivious to the big white elephant that had settled upon both women.

"That was unnecessary." Lightning spoke quietly next to her, continuing to watch the actors on the screen, her voice so low that Fang had to strain to hear.

"Which part?" Fang briefly stole a glance down to her legs, seeing her thigh against Lightning's. "Ignorin' me all night or torturin' the kid?" She inaudibly gulped as she felt the warmth from the pink haired woman's leg crawl and settle under her skin.

"I wasn't ignoring you." Lightning's calm voice never wavered as she spoke softly, but firmly. "I enjoy talking to him."

Fang shrugged her shoulders, realizing that with Hope gone there was enough room for her to scoot over to the other side of the couch and put some space between them. She didn't want to do that though. There was enough space between them, not the tangible kind, and until Lightning asked her to move she wasn't going anywhere. "Not my fault he's gotta bad case of hero-worship."

Lightning sighed, continuing to watch the TV and not hearing a word of it. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Bit cruel to lead him on," Fang smoothly replied, deciding that whatever was on TV was not even remotely interesting. She felt Lightning, very slightly, stiffen next to her and she was sure she managed to irk the soldier. Good, Fang had been annoyed all night, and it was Lightning's fault she was even here at this party, playing this charade.

"That's the stupidest thing you've ever said to me." Lightning's hands settled on her lap, unperturbed, and her stormy blue eyes narrowed as she glared at the television.

"Really bad movie?" Snow paused, munching on chips as he passed both women on the couch. They turned to him, a blank stare on their faces and he chewed slowly, finding the behavior odd. "You guys look mad. Thought the movie sucked."

Fang shook her head, grinning at him. "Yup." She stood up, stretching her arms out and arched her eyebrow at Lightning. "Sucks somethin' fierce." She smirked when Lightning frowned at her, not appreciating the layers in her comment. "Where's the food, I'm starved." Fang walked around the small table, ignoring Lightning who was still sitting on the couch, her hands clasped against her lap.

"Patio. We're grilling soon." Snow stepped away from them, unaware of the turbulent battlefield he had just stepped into. He dug his hands into the bag of chips and followed Fang into the kitchen.

"I'll be out there inna bit." Fang watched him walk out the back door, a tray of meat in his hands. She stepped back out into the living room and turned down the long hallway, looking for the bathroom.

She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, not bothering to lock it, everyone was outside anyway. She stood in front of the sink, observing herself in the mirror. She turned the faucet on and lightly splashed the cool and refreshing liquid on her face as she leaned over the sink. Fang decided that she was going to try and have fun, no reason to spoil a good party with her crap going on with Lightning.

The running water drowned away the sound of a soft click as the bathroom door was slowly opened and closed. Graceful footsteps moseyed and stood behind her, silently, and the brunette was too preoccupied with her thoughts to notice the figure that had entered into the bathroom.

Fang looked up into the mirror, surprised to see Lightning behind her, scrutinizing her. Their eyes met, through the reflection, staunch and heavy. She felt Lightning step closer to her, placing a hand on her hip, stroking the jagged bone through her sari. Another hand adroitly traveled up her thigh, under her sari, stroking the soft and smooth skin of her thigh.

"I'm not sure…" Lightning's hand traveled further up Fang's thigh as the brunette stood still, watching her through the mirror, waiting for the next words, "…if I find your jealousy cute or unbecoming."

Fang scowled into the mirror, a scathing retort on the tip of her tongue until she felt one slender, strong hand clutch her upper thigh, roughly pushing her back against the firm and warm body behind her. Another hand wrapped itself firmly around her abdomen, sealing her in place.

The abrupt motion startled Fang and she found herself unable to remember what she was just mad about as Lightning's hand traveled to her upper thigh and fingertips grazed her black panties. Lightning stroked the black garment, up and down, her motions soothing and relaxing, though, from the look in Fang's eyes, she knew that it was anything but.

Fang clutched the sink, her back still to Lightning as the soldier stood behind her, continuing to stroke and tease her, and she felt her arousal start to pool in her legs. She watched Lightning's face in the mirror; the smug and confident look of a lover who knew all the right buttons to push. Fang felt her knees grow weak as Lightning expertly manipulated her body and she gritted her teeth, fighting the strong urge to buck her hips into Lightning's hand.

"In Serah's house?" Fang arched an eyebrow, slightly breathless as she fought the haze of arousal that began to warm her body.

Lightning hummed thoughtfully and Fang felt those magical fingers lazily pull her panties to the side, her fingers peeking inside to idly graze the soft and sweltering skin. The digits lightly tickled her, running up and down her nether lips and the Oerban felt herself clench and swell.

"Jealous of Hope? Really, Fang?" Lightning spoke softly, her voice teasing and she rested her other hand on the sink, cornering Fang, their eyes unblinking as they watched each other in the mirror.

Fang bit back a soft moan and straightened up, finally remembering what she was mad about. She tried to close her legs, not liking the fact that she was beginning to have a difficult time formulating words. This wasn't playing fair, how was she supposed to hold her own with Lightning's hand down her pants?

She opened her mouth to complain and Lightning quickly spun her around and planted her mouth firmly on Fang's, silencing any further words. Strong arms wrapped themselves around both of Fang's thighs and she was hoisted atop the sink, her legs parting with Lightning standing in between them.

The brunette sighed when Lightning nibbled on her lower lip and lightly sucked on it, claiming her mouth. Fang realized that Lightning had just won this round and protesting any longer would simply delay the inevitable. Lightning kissed her deeply, their mouths sliding sinuously together as their tongues played and brushed together. Fang let out slight whimper as she felt Lightning roughly shove her underwear to the side and lightly circle her tiny bundle of nerves, between her legs. She bucked her hips against the soldier's hand, seeking a firmer touch but Lightning pulled her hand away, waiting for Fang to relax her hips again.

Lightning heard a frustrated groan and she finally relented, still aware that right outside the door they had a full house. It was risky and they didn't have much time but Fang looked good, like she always did, and Lightning couldn't help but follow her into the bathroom after their little spat and relieve some of the tension between them.

She slowly licked and nipped at the brunette's earlobe, knowing the effect it would have and she smiled against the soft skin when a low moan tickled her ear. They fell seamlessly into the familiar pattern, communicating physically, giving into the their baser desires - and they did it well. Lightning slipped her fingers into the slick and warm heat, shifting her head to kiss Fang once more, swallowing a husky moan that came from the brunette. She built a steady rhythm, in and out, her thumb rubbing sweetly against the firm pearl, two fingers swirling inside Fang, sweetly invading her, and Lightning relished each gasp and groan that quietly filled the bathroom. They had danced like this many times before, under the moonlight, speaking to each other with words they could never find.

Lightning was unable to help herself as Fang dipped her head back, untamed, finally surrendering to the bliss, and she bit into the brunette's neck, possessively. She heard a soft hiss above her as Fang grabbed at her back, roughly, squeezing her tightly with equal vigor. Fang kept her head back, breathing heavily through her nostrils as Lightning continued her assault.

Fang let out a soft rumble and dragged the soldier impossibly closer as long fingers slowly pumped in and out of her, the pleasure making her dizzy. She gripped Lightning's shoulders with both her hands, her chest heaving, trying to hold in her moans and Lightning's lips latched on to her neck, kissing her collarbone, her shoulder, her ears as she continued the unrelenting rhythm of her hand.

Fang felt a hand travel up to her neck and grab her hair, tightly. Fang felt Lightning pull her head down, their eyes meeting, and she found herself lost in a sea of dark blue, dilated pupils. She bit her lip as Lightning increased the speed of her hand and she found nowhere to run or hide as her eyes stared into Lightning's, their hot breaths mingling and heating their faces.

Fang felt a tight knot form deep inside her belly and she clenched herself around the long fingers, so deep inside her, coaxing all her secrets to spill between them. Lightning's mouth parted slightly as she watched Fang sway on the edge of her orgasm, the wild look in her eyes, free and untamed, so different from herself. She maintained her composure as her hand continued to sweep Fang higher and higher, the only evidence of her own fiery arousal reflected in her darkened eyes. Fang clenched the sink with both hands, her body stiff and she finally gave in. The tension exploded deep in her center and Fang ducked her head into Lightning's shoulder, trying to stifle her moans as her hips threatened to buck off the sink.

Lightning allowed herself a small groan at the tight and quivering spasms around her fingers as Fang came on her hand. She hissed in pain as the brunette dug her teeth into her shoulder and fingernails raked across her back, gripping Lightning desperately. When the tremors finally ceased, Lightning gently withdrew her soaked hand, and stood there, holding Fang, patiently waiting for the brunette to compose herself. A quiet moment passed between them, the air still and silent.

"Party's lookin' up." Fang's dry toned filled the bathroom and she looked up from Lightning's shoulder, feeling the soft vibration of a chuckle in the soldier's chest.

Lightning arched an eyebrow. "Right." She swallowed, her own pressing need screaming inside her body, seeking release. It wasn't the time or place, if they spent any longer in the bathroom someone would come looking for them. She took a step back. "I'm going out to the patio." Lightning's tone changed, and Fang could almost see the transformation, like a black shadow looming over their heads.

Fang nodded, jumping off the sink and pushing her sari back down to a more respectable height as she turned away from Lightning. She was a little amused with the soldier's attitude, as if she didn't just thoroughly take Fang on the sink, in her sister's house, with a party right outside. "Yup. Have fun."

Lightning paused by the door, looking as if she wanted to say something but decided against it. She opened the door and stepped outside.

Fang straightened her hair in the mirror, deciding that when the opportunity arose, she'd exact sweet revenge on Lightning for ambushing her like that.

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Vanille's brow cutely furrowed as she glanced around the large backyard, the smell of barbeque wafting through the air. Where was Fang? She looked over at the patio chairs, not seeing Fang sprawled out on any of them. She practically had to drag the taller Oerban out of the house and then spend another twenty minutes listening to her gripe, all the way to Serah's house. Where was she now? Vanille placed her hands on her hip, tapping her foot in annoyance. Fang better not have snuck away.

She turned as she watched the double doors swing open and Lightning emerged a moment later, casually walking towards the grill and nodding briefly at Serah. 'Oh'. A minute later she watched Fang walk out of the same door, completely ignoring Lightning as if she didn't exist, 'Like they weren't just having sex.' Fang quickly scanned the area and her eyes landed on Vanille, giving her a lazy and lecherous smile.

Vanille rolled her eyes, thinking how that was sooo obvious. She looked around the pool at all their friends, seeking confirmation but they looked blissfully ignorant. She rolled her eyes. Maybe it was so obvious to her because she already knew; she didn't think everyone was that dense. Fang strolled up to her, a plate of food in her hand.

Vanille took the offered food. "Really? You did not just…here?" She shook her head in disbelief.

Fang shrugged and sat down on a lounge chair, reclining against it. "Wasn't my idea."

Vanille grinned and she looked over at Lightning cutting into her hamburger with a fork and knife, demurely cutting tiny pieces, her motions concise and efficient. She watched with growing amusement as Lightning brought her fork to her mouth and began chewing the food slowly and meticulously. "No way. You totally jumped her."

Fang looked up at Vanille in exasperation. She glanced at Lightning and raised her eyebrow at the prudish way the pink haired woman was eating her hamburger. A damn hamburger. Who the hell uses a fork and knife? Fang snorted. "Trust me, she's a fiend."

Vanille sat down next to Fang, tearing her eyes away from Lightning as the soldier finally looked in her direction, as if sensing the scrutiny. "She doesn't look it."

Fang huffed beside her, closing her eyes and relaxing in the cool night air. "She doesn't look like a lot of things."

Vanille turned to Fang, not liking the resentful tone she heard. As far as she knew, Fang's 'relationship' with Lightning was supposed to be uncomplicated, no strings attached. The last thing she wanted was to see was either woman get hurt. She liked Lightning a lot but if she ever hurt Fang…

She sat down and began eating her hamburger as Fang lay next to her, half asleep. Vanille studied her face, fondly. They had been through so much together and through thick and thin, Fang always put her first, always guided her through the dark, her beacon. She was going to return the favor and keep a careful watch on the bitterness she could see creeping around the edges of the brunette, like slimy hands gripping her shoulders, threatening to drag her under.

She was going to keep a closer eye on Fang and Lightning.