Author's Notes: Remember, this is the alternative ending, a sort of "what if" in regards to Lightning's decision. It's decidedly more fluffy than the original ending.


No! She was so close, oh so close.

She quickly jerked her sister's hand away, as if it burned. Guilty, Serah dared not to even glance towards her.

"...What are you doing?" Each word was articulate, clipped even, piercing through her heart. For discovering that her little sister was masturbating with her own hand, Claire seemed deadly calm. Perhaps even downright predatory.

Literally caught with her pants down, Serah couldn't muster up any sort of explanation.

"Serah?" Lightning placed her hand on her arm, fingers coated with her juices and she involuntarily shuddered.

Oh fal'Cie, she didn't know what to think. Her little sister refused to look at her, shorts down, and she would be lying if she didn't find those pink curls junctioned at the apex appealing in some way. Not only that...but if she focused enough, she could see wetness seeping out onto her inner thighs.

You're disgusting. This is your sister we're talking about.

Biting her lip, Serah wondered if she should say it. Her face was burning in the meantime, showing her shame. At least she isn't screaming, kicking her off the bed?

Lightning was waiting for an answer, either way. Wait...Serah was blushing, skin turning red, not just in the face, but traveling lower. With her other hand, she lifted her sister's hair to find splotches of pinkness on the skin. She was shivering from the touch.

Cute, and she couldn't help but smile a little.

Well that wasn't uncomfortable at all.

"Claire?"

"Yes," she whispered. Her skin was hot under her touch, fully aware of her wetness still on her fingers. In that one moment, she wondered what it would taste like.

Cease immediately, soldier.

No, she shouldn't be having thoughts of her litle sister...like that. I mean, she does love her, but...as a lover? It was wrong...wasn't it?

Strange...it doesn't feel that way.

It should. Incest. What kind of sick person are you?

"Li--Claire," tears starting to fall as she continued, "I--I love you. And...not just as my sister. More than...that."

You infected your sister as well!

Enough. Her damn conscience had to shut the fuck up. It made her have a hard time to digest what Serah just said. She loves me. She wasn't expecting that kind of confession.

No you can't do this. Think of what would happen. Do you want to risk Serah's future?

That's true, incest wasn't exactly acceptable. But Serah...her happiness or her chance at a better life?

"...Say something, Claire," pleaded Serah.

Claire Farron was speechless. What should she say?...Did she want her? Is she willing to act on it?

Better act fast, Farron. Isn't like you to get all indecisive.

She felt tears on her hand. Her little sister was sobbing, grasping at her hand for an iota of comfort. Seeing as Claire was too stunned to even speak, Serah decided it was best if she left. Letting go of her hand, she quickly pulled her shorts up, and rolled towards the edge of the bed. Her feet were on the ground, about to leave when--

"Wait," the request echoed softy in the room. Lightning was staring at her sheets, as she grabbed a hold of Serah's arm, stopping her.

"Don't leave," she added, "please."

Serah turned around and wordlessly obeyed, choosing to sit on the edge, one leg on the mattress. Could there be a chance? It's hard to tell what she was feeling.

Letting out a sigh, Lightning ventured to look at her sister. Wet streaks were on her cheeks, more threatening to spill. However, her eyes were hopeful, desiring a proper answer from her. And she needed to give one, if anything to comfort her.

Remember to breathe. Just do.

...Right.

More confident now, the corner of her lips twitched into the tiniest of smirks. Her hand descended down her arm, caressing the skin. The air around the two was absolutely electric, as her hand firmly held hers.

"I, I don't even know what I'm saying, but if you ...love me as more than a sister then maybe," Lightning paused, lost in her words. Something was holding her back from saying what Serah needed to hear. Remembering to breathe, and keep cool...she kissed Serah, lips touching hers, slight pressure as she leaned in to close the gap. She was never good at speeches anyway.

Serah stiffened at the touch, mind ablaze with excitement as her sister responded to her love. Feeling hot, her breaths were getting shallower, until she was almost swooning at the shocking turn of events. She honestly believed Claire wouldn't ever reciprocate, that the relationship was wrong; her body was frozen in place, filling up with ecstasy.

Claire was confused as to why Serah wasn't moving at all. Was she a bad kisser? Did she scare her by being so forward? Pulling back, gaze on her, cheeks hot, she analyzed the situation; Serah was stiff and Lightning had to ask, "Is something wrong?"

Fal'Cie, say something!

"No...NO! I, uh, really liked it," she blushed as she met her gaze.

Encouraged now, Lightning's hands were on her shoulder, gently pushing her down against the bed as she rolled closer. They shared another kiss, tentatively at first, steadily growing in passion as it continued. Hands on her shoulder moved lower to cup Serah's breast, gently kneading the flesh as she arched her back in response. Electric shocks seemed to radiate from the warmth on her chest, body answering in pleasure.

She wanted to be even closer.

Lightning begged for entrance by using her tongue to push against her teeth, gaining permission as Serah answered by deepening the kiss. The hand that was on her breast traveled even lower now, to grab at her shorts and pulling it down. Breaking the kiss, Lightning reached to dispose of the garment on the floor before placing on hand on the top of Serah's mound. Easing her fingers between the apex of her thighs, Serah made room as she spread her legs. The area around the slit was cold and wet, but it would be fixed soon as one finger slid in. Oh, she was burning inside, the digit coated with slickness inside.

"Ah," she moaned, hips bucking against the welcome intrusion. This was much better than doing it herself. Her heart stopped though, as Claire's finger pulled out and...she could feel herself getting wetter as Claire licked the juices, sucking on her finger. She smirked a little as she moved to cover her body with her own, one hand pinning both of hers. She kissed her again, but this time she can taste herself, mixed with Claire's sweetness.

Suffice to say, her nightmare never came true.

-FIN-