Author Note: Many thanks go to .1990 for editing this chapter.
Chapter Three: Grand Pulse
The three women had long finished dinner. They found themselves sitting around the den snacking on a few cookies from the cupboard. Serah had really out done herself. Lightning watched with piercing eyes as Fang made herself comfortable. The dark haired woman smirked at her, eyes twinkling with unshed amusement.
It grew quiet as the three settled into their fatigue. It appeared neither would be moving from their spots anytime soon. Serah hummed happily while her legs were draped over the side of the couch, her head resting in Lightning's lap. The older woman absent mindedly ran her fingers through her younger sisters hair, lightly massaging her scalp.
Fang yawned. Her eye lids became heavy as the sound of Serah's melody began easing her off to sleep. It was well past midnight. They could hear the clock in Lightning's room as it signaled one o'clock. Fang lazily allowed her head to roll in Lightning's direction. Her green eyes took in the relaxed appearance of the usually tense woman.
The urge she constantly had to chase the elder Farron rose to a high. It would be much different than it had been the other day. Lightning was extremely good at evading her. Dark alley ways, abandoned buildings, even large open spaces seemed to be on her side.
"Stop it," Lightning commanded. She could feel the eyes of the other woman as they roamed over her body. She felt exposed. She always did under Fang's gaze.
"Look at me," Fang replied, voice much huskier than she wanted it to be.
Lightning's eyebrows came together in a frown but she didn't do as she was told. Her blue eyes remained closed. Serah sat up and looked between the two women. She knew the tone Fang had just used.
"It's time for bed," the younger woman said, excusing herself. She swung her legs around and hopped up from the couch. Lightning nodded. Serah leaned over and gave her a kiss on her forehead, causing the elder Farron to smile.
"Good night, Serah." Fang said. Fang didn't lift her gaze from Lightning as Serah came and did the same thing to her.
"Don't break anything," She warned in a mock motherly fashion before disappearing down the hall.
The two women waited. They sat quietly concentrating on the noises from Serah's bedroom. They heard her light shuffling as the girl went through her dresser pulling out pajamas. They listened as she left her room and went to the bathroom across the hall. She brushed her teeth and turned off the majority of the lights. Soon they were left alone in the dimly lit living room.
"Claire," Fang whispered. She'd spent more than enough time studying the way Lightning's body looked to know what it looked like when it was waking up. Her muscles were tensing and her hands clamped together into fists. She was surprised when Lightning stayed seated. "Look. At. Me."
Lightning scoffed. She refused even as she heard Fang getting up from her resting place. The close proximity of the other woman made the hairs on the back of her neck stand out on end. She could feel the warmth of Fang's breath on her ear.
The raven haired woman was uncomfortably close. Lightning counted seconds in her head. Two seconds to Blaze Edge. Six seconds to the front door. Eight seconds to the back door. When she thought about the windows she inwardly shook her head. The windows were out. Serah said not to break anything.
Fang could catch her at the front door. She calculated. Fifteen seconds tops and that's all she would need. The older woman would have to return home for her weapon if she expected a fight. Soft hands on her cheeks brought her thought process to a screeching halt. Fang caressed the gentle skin within her palms and nudged Lightning's ear with her nose.
"What are you doing?" Lightning asked clenching her eyes closed. She knew if she made any sudden movements her getaway time would drastically decrease.
"Cutting off your chances at escape," Fang whispered. She would barely explain the excitement that coursed through her when she felt Lightning shudder.
The pink haired female gulped. The room she was in suddenly got much warmer than it had been just moments prior. The cushions compressed on both sides of her as Fang climbed onto the couch.
The raven haired woman settled her weight down on to Lightning's lap. This portion of their game would usually end relatively quickly. The younger woman always made sure of that. Lightning would never admit it out loud but she was afraid. To her, anything further than a kiss required commitment and she knew she wasn't ready for that; especially if it involved her unpredictable Pulsian goddess.
Fang would take her chances. Lightning would either beat her off, beginning their chase with hand to hand combat, or give in. Either way Fang would get what she wanted.
Fang watched in delight as Lightning licked her lips unconsciously. She took that as an invitation. The larger warrior leaned in and captured Lightning's silky lips with her own. Fang had experienced what it was like to be in Heaven, but in her opinion, sitting in Lightning's lap, lips locked, was a more pleasurable experience.
Lightning kissed back drawing in Fang's lower lip and sucking on it lightly. The groan that Fang emitted awoke something inside her she hadn't felt in a long time. The younger woman brought her hands up and pulled Fang's away from her face. Those hands in which she had set free took to exploring the curvature of her body.
Lightning's hands traveled until they found Fangs soft thighs.
The desperate requirement for air forced Fang to break the kiss. She leaned backward as Lighting brought her arms up behind her back to stabilize her. Those same arms brought her forward bringing her body closer to the hungry mouth she'd left feeling deprived. Fang whimpered. The ache between her legs increased. She was in hopeless need of some relief as she ground her hips down onto Lightning's.
The feel of the curves underneath her finger tips coupled with Fangs talented hands roaming as they wished over her body was becoming too much. She knew the Pulsian woman was hungry for her but she couldn't. Her mind defied her body and took back some much needed control.
Lightning opened her eyes and locked them with Fang's. The raven haired woman prepared herself just in time. Lightning quickly planted her palms on Fangs chest and roughly forced her off.
Fang had never seen Lightning bolt as fast as she did now; Blaze Edge grasped tightly in her hand as she shot out of the room, through the kitchen, and out the back door. She smirked. The chase was on.
Lightning sprinted as hard as she could in an effort to put enough distance in between Fang and herself. She cursed herself for the way she felt. Intimate propinquity with the raven haired woman caused her heart to race and her thoughts to muddle. As she ran she felt free. Fang would leave what had happened behind and when she caught up they would focus on nothing but the fight.
She passed many prime places she usually would have stopped to set up keep but not tonight. She picked open ground. The local park was deserted when she reached it. She took her time warming up. She wasn't exactly in what she would call fighting apparel but what she had on would have to do.
She felt like a little kid as she walked up the rack of iron bars. She secured Blaze Edge awkwardly before reaching up the hang down from the jungle gym component. She wondered how long it would take Fang to track her down. She pulled herself up until her chin rested on the bar and lowered herself slowly.
Fang never knew whether or not to be happy that the two lived in the same neighborhood. At least it made getting her lance easier. She opened the door slowly and peered inside the house. Vanille laid sprawled out on the couch in a deep sleep.
Fang snaked her arm just inside the door and grabbed her weapon. She closed the door quietly and sprinted off. Lightning had gone east when she'd left the house. Which in her experience tagging her meant somewhere along the lines Lightning had tailed around and gone west.
Fang bounded off in the direction her senses took her. The night was too clear for the younger female to want to be indoors and with the mood she was in, she was sure to want an all out rumble.
The beach was too heavily patrolled Fang noted as she trotted along scoping out suitable areas. She kept going until she felt she'd gone too far. There was nothing fun within the residential area she now stood in. She rounded on the nearest corner and smiled. She could barely see Lightning's lithe form as it pulled up on the bar again.
The raven haired women threw stealth to the wind and launched herself using her lance toward her prey. Lightning was ready in a second, Blaze Edge extended. The two weapons clashed together as Lightning blocked the taller woman's attack. Fang dropped low and swept Lightning's feet from beneath her.
The swordswoman rolled away from Fang when she hit the ground. She jumped to her feet and stared Fang down. The two women circled and again Fang went on the offensive. She swung her lance in a wide upward arch tearing a piece of Lightning's shirt as she nearly tagged her. The pink haired woman rebounded bringing her sword down heavily onto Fangs block.
The raven haired woman held her block firm even as the pressure caused her knee's to give. Lightning looked down on her with cold eyes and Fang allowed herself to become too distracted. The younger woman positioned her stance to a ninety degree angle and executed the best side kick she'd ever done.
Fang cursed herself as the blow landed to the side of her head. She'd left herself completely unguarded. The force of the blow threw her off the side. The soft grass they fought on barely doing anything to soften her landing. Rocks and sticks stabbed her as she skidded along the ground.
When she came to a halt she could hear the soft padding of Lightning's feet as she prepared to strike again. The older warrior would be in trouble if she didn't move fast enough. Her head reeled as she moved out of the way; Lightning's weapon hitting the ground merely inches from her face. It was the last thing she saw before her world went black.
"Get up," Lightning growled. She dropped her weapon as she nudged the older woman with her foot.
Bright lights flashed off in the distance pulling her attention away from her downed opponent. The two women had captured the attention of a nearby patrol unit. She didn't know how many men surrounded her, weapons centered on her. She felt a headache coming on as she raised her hands and put them behind her head.
Rough hands forced her down onto her knees and she was cuffed. She watched the scene around her closely. They examined Fang and radioed in for transportation. Lightning scoffed as they pulled her to her feet, a law enforcement vehicle awaited her. They read her off a practiced monologue explaining her rights and shoved her into the vehicle. It had been a long time since she'd been arrested. She knew where they were going to detain her and her head began to throb.
The raven haired woman angered her. She hadn't even given her a real fight. Lightning seethed. It wasn't fair. Fang had received her end of the bargain. Now she'd been left hanging dry, in jail, with a certain antagonizing female taunting her from the other side of her cell door.
One thing was for sure:
She was going to kill Fang.