All right, next chapter. Sexual repression leaves out the 52nd story window.

Enjoy.

My last dream of Fang was spectacularly vivid. I dreamt that she forced herself upon me while I was still asleep, tenderly removing my clothes before beginning to ravish me with her tongue.

A pleasant dream. A shame it was not real...

I couldn't wait anymore, Vanille had barely left camp with the others when I threw of my covers and approached Lightning's still sleeping form. My legs were shaking from the pain that had continued to grow threw the night, and my stomach was doing moves Lightning couldn't hope to perform.

I fell to my knees when I reached her, none too delicately throwing away her blanket, and began undressing her. I did this slowly though, I wanted to enjoy the reveal, despite, or perhaps because of, my throbbing sex.

Soon enough she lay there, completely naked to the cold morning air, the very cold air. Her eyes were still closed, but she murmured my name in such a way that I could not resist teasing and biting her breasts with my tongue. Her nipples grew harder as I sucked them, and her back arched when I nipped down.

"Fang, your skin..."

A good idea. I was still dressed, and endeavoured to remove every possible article of clothing while maintaining my contact with Lightning's wonderfully soft breast. One second that my mouth was forced to move to rid myself of the now horribly restrictive clothing resulted in a desperate moan from Lightning, which served only to spur my efforts on.

This time, there were no words, she simply spread her legs apart.

Simple enough.

Loath to leave her silken skin I travelled down her stomach, kissing and licking just to feel what was her, still using my hands to cup breast in each. My mouth reached her now quivering sex, and my hands quickly found new duties. One caressed the sides of her thigh, and ventured to her beautifully shaped ass, while the other learnt the shape of her lips, probing ever so delicately. Each time I elicited a glorious moan of desperation, of need. She began to rise to meet me, but my fingers danced back.

A torture I know, but hopefully worth it in the end.

Lightning didn't wait to find out, she seized the back of my head with her hands, thrusting me firmly into her pussy. She then proceeded to wrap her very powerful thighs around my head to prevent escape, not that I would want to.

My tongue probed her depths, dancing her pulsing lips. My fingers found their way in, and began to pump in and out, two at a time. They gained speed, and Lightning began to find rhythm, forcing her hips to move in time with my fingers.

Her cries increased in intensity, as I worked, becoming primal and incredibly loud. And I could feel her ready to burst. I worked harder, eager to taste Lightning's deluge of fluids. Clamping her legs down on my head, and emitting one last primal groan, she came; as did I, the sheer knowledge of her experiencing such bliss enough to create such feelings in myself. My hands were rapidly covered in fluids, and my mouth found more than enough her of sweet taste on its lips. The orgasm produced enough to cover the inner slopes of her thighs, which I proceeded to diligently clean. Her leg grip had long since slackened, but I could not remove myself without experiencing every drop that I could.

When I finished I pulled myself up to lie by her side, and brushed some stray hands from her face. I knew I should move, in preparation for the others returning, and I will. But for a little while at least I wanted to stay with Lightning, and hold her.

That's all.

What did I do to deserve this?

All of a sudden I was woken up by some horrible noises, being still in the throes of dreams I thought them to be a poor animal dying.

I was soooooooo wrong.

I had learnt enough at school to know what those noises were.

So, unable to move for fear of being noticed, unable to block out the sounds of Lightning and Fang fucking, I lay there, for what felt like an eternity waiting for them to stop.

Seriously. If there is a God, if they were going to put me in this situation, couldn't you let me join in?

The sound of Lightning coming answered me.

Thanks a lot.

I woke up to Fang staring at my face.

Hehe.

"Morning." A soft whisper.

"Your'e naked." A obvious fact.

"So are you." A happy circumstance.

It was then I felt, and remembered what I thought to be a dream.

"Oh."

Fang kissed my neck in response.

A romantic moment, to wake up in the arms of a lover having made love just prior. Ruined by many things, none so humiliating as a cold wind across unmentionables.

"AHHHH!"

"You need warming up?"

Oh yes please!

Later. With blankets.

I leapt up, much to Fangs dismay and threw my discarded clothes back on. Fang, slowly, stood up to do the same. She seemed to bend over a lot more than me though...

Complaining?

No. No, I would never complain of that view.

Only half dressed I shuffled towards Fangs buttocks, just imaging the best way to...

"FANG!"

Fang laughed uproariously of course.

So did I!

It turned out Fang had made an arrangement with Vanille that she would take everyone away on a early hunting trip. But she couldn't wake up Hope. So, unable to explain why they couldn't just go as a threesome...

HAHA!

Vanille was forced to assume Fang would notice Hope lying not 5 metres away before she pounced.

She didn't.

Of course Vanilles explanation of all this was more like...

"FANG! Sex... Sorry... tired...wouldn't wake up... SORRY!... tried to... SEX!..."

The gaps indicating nondescript blather and noises disturbingly similar to those I remember in my "dream".

Snow lost a couple of teeth when his jaw hit the ground when they returned to camp to see me kneeling behind a reasonably prone Fang. He lost a couple more when I slapped him, (after hurriedly covering myself).

And Sazh started to cough up every organ in his body, while averting his eyes respectfully from Fangs naked figure, (without ever turning his head completely, bastard).

Hope in all of this, turned red, orange, white, transparent, red again (when Fangs full-throated laughter brought his attention to her heaving breasts), a strange shade of brown, then green, white again, and one last red when Fang gave him what was meant to be a reassuring pat on the back (still naked).

Through all of this I sat stoically, ignoring the antics of my fellow party members by thinking of the next time...

All righty, everyone have fun?

That may be the last of Giving Ground...

Or not.

Either war there will be more Lightning and Fang/Vanille.

(I just love them so much!)

Reviews are eternally welcome.