Chapter IV: Second thoughts
The bar was slowly emptying as the minutes were passing, some people staggering towards the exit while some others were going out hand in hand with their lovers of the night. And, with them, the heat was also slowly leaving, some fresh air gently taking its place every time the doors were opened by a happy drunker, giving to the few persons still inside the possibility to breathe more easily. Among these remaining people, there was a pink-haired girl who hadn't move much since she had received a very classy note from a tanned-woman who, for her part, had left hours ago. As for her, she wasn't feeling like going home and that was the reason why she was staying in the bar drinking a glass after another while looking at the barmaid going back and forth behind the counter. But, as the drinks were swallowed, her look slowly turned into a leer, her body warming up every time she was lingering on the woman's long legs or any other part of her body.
Her forehead on the bar, she was hardly trying to consider what she would do next, her brain still able to do some quick math about her current situation. But the task was particularly complicated to achieve, especially since she was experiencing a really bad feeling's combination made up of anger, sadness, doubt and desire. And, of course, there were some little drops of alcohol on top of all this shit.
"Pinky-girl? Are you okay?" – "My name is Lightning actually but… Yeah, just want to forget that I am a decent human-being, with all the feelings and thoughts." Abby lifted her head at the words reached her ears and gave Lightning a broken smile before she turning her attention back to the spot she was trying to erase from the bar. As she heard a heavy sigh, she threw her dish towel and came closer to the sad-looking pink-haired girl.
"Huh, I see. Well, maybe you just overthink everything then, don't you think?" - "That's a trap. You can prove that you're not overthinking everything by thinking about it, right?" Abby's eyes widened before she started to chuckle, the palm of her hand sensually brushing her hair under Lightning's attentive gaze. As her thoughts were traveling the wrong way, she shook her head to erase the pictures that were slowly appearing in her mind. Unfortunately, the brunette had caught the look she had given her and her own eyes were slowly filling with a desire that had never stop growing since the pinky had stepped into the bar.
After a long and lascivious eye-contact, Abby finally skirted the counter with a graceful pace to come near the other woman who ducked her head in embarrassment before it got lifted up by a hand tenderly touching her chin. From that moment, their lips were just a few inches from each other, almost brushing lasciviously, and their bodies so close that they were able to feel their chests going in and up at every heavy breath, air going in and out at a more intense speed as the anticipation was making its path in their veins. As for the latent heat evaporating from their skins, it was slowly getting sweltering because of a lurking anxiety and the obvious arousal that were viciously crawling in them. The avid eye-contact went on for a few more seconds before Abby made the first step by crashing her full lips against the pink ones, one of her hand automatically reaching Lightning's nape to brush the soft milky skin with her fingertips.
Arousal was controlling them both, brushing every possible question away in a blink of an eye. Indeed, if the pink-haired girl was turning every possibility over and over in her head a few minutes ago, she could now feel the need to think fading away against the warm body pressing against hers. And as the barmaid started to wave against her in a silent request, her crotches touching every time her movements were a bit rough, any inward study disappeared suddenly. The urge for more made Lightning grab Abby's generous ass firmly to intensified the friction, bringing her even closer than she already was. After a few more rough kisses, the pink-haired girl felt the tip of the barmaid's tongue slyly slipping in her lower lip to let her know she wanted to touch hers in a hot and wet ballet. As Lightning allowed this sensual meeting to happen, she tightened her grip in the girl's butt, a moan of intense pleasure directly following the gesture to come and die inside the pinky's mouth in a perfect way.
This noise played like a beautiful music echoing in all her bones to reach her skull, singing for her that nothing in the whole world could possibly matter except for the girl who was releasing this incredible melody. Telling her that she had to let her body do what she was craving to do, whatever the consequences. Following her primal instinct, she got herself on her feet in a second to push the curvy woman against the counter the next one, her hands leaving the rounded butt to go all over the warm skin she needed to feel.
In the first place, she skimmed the uncovered parts, brushing her sides with delight to end up between their bodies, touching the firm abs before slowly undoing the knot of her shirt along with the buttons that was almost keeping it close. With a heavy breath, she brought her hand on the barmaid's back to unfasten the bra, not even taking it off before she finally allowed her fingers to grab the perfect breasts she had lingered at for the past hours. Abby gasped as she started to massage them with avidity, some moans leaving her own lungs at the warm sensation against the palm of her hand. Once more, the barmaid licked Lightning's lower lip timidly to invite her in her own mouth and, once again, their muscles met for a sensuous and clammy dance while the pink-haired girl was drawing circles around the hardening nipples before she finally reached the sensitive skin, playing with it with her fingertips.
The intense heat was becoming more and more insufferable as if a smoldering fire was consuming them from the inside and the clothes that were in their way were now too much to handle. Taking this in consideration, Lightning's instinct decided that it was time to undress more than just with her eyes the sumptuous woman she was still pressing against the counter, shirt and bra falling on the ground the next second to give way to the sweaty skin on which both her shaky hands were traveling. At this point, breaking the embrace still going on had almost became vital for both of them since air was cruelly starting to miss. The pink-haired girl seized this moment to let her gaze carefully traced Abby's curves, doing so being almost as necessary as catching her breath at this time. She drew her lower lip between her teeth at the sight of the topless body arching under her caress while the woman's hands were firmly holding on the warn wood to stay on her feet, her legs starting to be too weak to help her in this task, while her head was bending backwards in a vain attempt to calm herself down.
The few lights still on were just enough for Lightning to enjoy the show while knowing that nobody would be able to see them from the outside but, for now, the whole world was farer from her mind than she cared to admit. This feeling of insouciance grew as she started to lick the girl's throat voraciously, her tongue finishing her eager race on her right nipple while she was gently pinching the other one between her long and pale fingers. The throaty moans that followed that gesture was delightful and they became even more enticing as Abby's mouth came closer to her ear, the girl's darkener eyes now fixed on her tongue while her hand was placing itself on her head to grab her pink hair in a tight fist, intimating her to continue her delicious treatment. As Lightning looked up, her eyes immediately fell onto Abby's stare, the pupil before lost in a chocolate-colored ocean slowly devouring it as the small black point was growing wider in arousal, until she pulled on her hair to drag her into another hot and rough kiss.
By coming back to this position, the barmaid had the possibility to wave against the pink-haired girl again, her hips moving back and forth, subtly asking for more while her hands were traveling underneath the pinky's almost unbuttoned shirt, her nails softly running on the milky skin with delectation. As doing so, she felt her right leg being grabbed by a strong grip, her foot leaving the floor as Lightning was bringing it higher against her side before untightening the grasp to let her hand slide from the girl's flank to her ass. At the same time, the pink-haired girl was roughly massaging one of the uncovered breasts, kissing the woman with just as much force, the desire making both their halting breaths end up in each other mouth. By reflex, Abby wrapped her arms around Lightning's neck to allow her second foot to leave the ground, the pinky now carrying her against the counter, her hands on the barmaid's butt as a support. The pink-haired girl let go of the brunette's lips to reach her neck, inflaming the skin by skimming it with the tip of her tongue, pressing the woman even harder against the wooden surface, the movement provoking a moan of pleasure-pain from the victim.
"Oh fuck! On the counter Pinky, please." The girl struggled to enunciate these words correctly, gasping for air. Lightning caught Abby's hazy look, her own eyes being filled with confusion since the fog of her firing desire stuck in her brain was making the information hard to process. "Lay me on the counter." The girl whispered directly in her ear, taking the pinky's earlobe between her teeth right after. A long shiver ran along Lightning's spine, pleasure rushing through her veins and making her iris darker than usual because of her growing pupils. In a matter of seconds, she lifted the barmaid and sat her down on the counter before dragging herself on the cold wooden surface, slowly moving towards the woman on her hands and knees. At this particular moment, the pink-haired girl was looking like a dangerous predator ready to devour her prey. A willing and beautiful prey.
She spread Abby's legs more than they already were, one of the girl's boots accidently hitting a glass which fell on the ground and shattered in million little pieces but even this sound didn't succeed in making them react in any way, both of them being too concentrated on their hands touching each other's skin. Lightning let her fingers make their way from the woman's chest to her crotch by themselves while her teeth were biting her neck softly, her body taking control of the situation. As reaching the aimed area, the pink-haired girl cursed between her teeth, realizing that Abby's hot short was actually too tight for her to get into it. This information now in mind, she quickly undid the piece of clothes before she gasped in pleasure, the feeling of a wet laced panties bringing a pic of warmth back in her entire body. While starting a teasing massage, she brought herself closer to the brunette's mouth for the moans to reach her ears more clearly, a sly grin drawing itself on her face as she realized that a hot breath was ruffling on her neck every second.
The girl's back was aching under Lightning's touch. Their bodies were embracing in a lustful dance on the bare counter when the pinky finally decided that it was time to stop teasing the girl and to take care of the remaining clothes, starting by the leather boots to finish with the underwear she took off with her teeth by making it slowly slide along the barmaid's long legs. Lightning chuckled as she heard the girl crying in pain, the slowness driving her crazier than anything else at this specific moment.
"Take your shirt off, I want to feel your skin against mine." The pinky smirked as the words reached he ears, doing as she was told to faster that she would've thought, the white tissue joining the others on the floor the next second. After taking another look at the woman underneath her who was craving for more, she leaned to come back above her, crashing her lip against Abby's before placing two fingers on her clit, going up and down to play with the brunette with an obvious pleasure since she was moaning even louder than before. Lightning grunted while feeling fingernails penetrating her shoulder's skin, grabbing the girl's lower lip between her teeth roughly as a response.
"Just stop teasing me and get to the point girl." The pink-haired girl leveled a malicious look to lock eyes with the lascivious woman who was in no position to actually be so rude with her.
"Maybe you should ask nicely." With a mischievous smirk, she stopped her every move on the sensitive area, provoking an annoyed and husky groan to come out of the brunette's throat while her nails were entering in Lightning's back even more roughly to get her to understand how nasty and unfair her behavior was. The pink-haired girl laughed slightly before starting her torture up again, literally playing with the barmaid's nerves with her forefingers, fastening the movement to make it hard for her victim to catch he breath before she would finally ask her politely.
"Please." The panting girl managed to say while drawing red lines on the pinky's back.
"I didn't quite understand your request." After she had responded, Lightning increased her movements on the erogenous zone while going back to the hard nipple she traced with the tip of her tongue, enjoying how she was currently driving the girl insane, her hips going up and down below her.
"Please, inside." – "I need a real sentence." Her hand stopped moving again but, this time, she let it make its way towards the wet entrance, Abby almost bucking to force the fingers to finally come inside of her. The situation was insufferable for the brunette who grabbed Lightning by the neck to get her closer, her mouth almost touching the earlobe of the pink-haired girl who shivered discreetly at the sensation.
"I want you fingers inside of me now, plea-" Without even having the possibility to finish her sentence, she felt the two requested digits slipping in her with ease and gasped in a mix of pleasure and surprise, her brain being now turned off and only able to appreciate the rough treatment she was receiving.
The halting body, shivering and arching in a beautiful way underneath her was causing her own panties to be wetter than she would ever care to admit. And more than just the view, Abby was releasing some very enticing sounds at every penetration before she politely asked the pinky to go faster. After a small laugh, she just executed the barmaid's demand with a sly grin glued on her face while scanning the body lying under her. As doing so, she could see that the girl's sweat was making her slide on the wood at every rough intrusion but neither Lightning nor Abby seemed to be concerned about it, even though the barmaid had grabbed the beer pumps by reflex to prevent her body to slip too far but also to help the fingers to go deeper in her.
Standing on her knees to have a proper sight of the show playing under her, Lightning could see how far away the woman was lost in her own ocean of pleasure. While her eyes were retracing their path on the girl's skin, she tried to memorize everything from the position of her head that was making her arch like crazy to her shut eyelids and opened mouth from where a litany of moans were coming out. Lowering her gaze, she lingered on the appetizing breasts and couldn't help but to rush on them to lick the hard nipple, biting it from time to time while she was still coming in and out the entrance roughly. Abby's perfume was driving her insane, the scent of almond melted with the smell of sex was filling the room like a delicious poison.
Lightning decided to move up a gear by adding another finger inside the girl's body, a croaky moan getting out of her own mouth when the woman grabbed her by the hair again to put her mouth against her neck before she started to suck it hard. For a second, the pink-haired girl thought that it was probably a bad idea to let the barmaid do that to her but let her do it anyway and helped her hand to go deeper inside with her knee, now thinking that she probably had reach the special spot since Abby was arching again, whining in pleasure particularly loudly. She smirked and tried to reach it again, and smirked as she succeeded at the task.
Still going back and forth, Lightning started to feel the woman's walls pressing her three fingers more and more before she put an arm around the brunette's shoulders to raise her up a little while kissing her, hitting the perfect spot over and over. Abby was having trouble to restrain her voice until she finally arched, her body tensing by itself as the expected orgasm hit her, the pink-haired girl's fingers reaching the special point inside of her while she was releasing a long and throaty moan. Lightning was still coming in and out slowly as the woman was relaxing gradually until her back touched the counter again, deep heavy breaths crossing her lips because of the pinky's fingers still moving before she took them off gently, brushing her clit one last time with the tip of them, provoking a shiver to run from Abby's toes to the little hair in the back of her neck.
By reflex, Lightning kissed the hard nipple one last time, licking it with greed in the process which caused a whine from the other woman before she went down the bar to take her shirt from the ground and put it back on her half naked body. The next second, a cigarette was placed between her pink lips and she was headed herself towards the door to light it and have the smoke she was craving for but she stopped as she felt a hand around her wrist.
"Where do you think you're going? You're not going to leave like a thief Pinky, right? Besides, you'll need this." The barmaid grabbed something from the other side of the counter, the thing being threw in the air with a metallic sound before it fell into Lightning's hand. The pink-haired girl had a small smile while looking at the keys that had landed in her palm and felt the grip on her arm disappearing.
"I just wanted to smoke, don't worry." Lightning lifted her head to lock eyes with the girl now laying on her elbows, her shoulders shaking because of the silent chuckle was roaming her body.
"Already heard this one, girl. And you know what? You may not like her but you kinda have her style." The pink-haired girl froze as the words reached her ears, her brain turning the information over and over in her head. What did she mean by this? Her shoulders tensed and her breathing increased drastically at the idea that she might have understood already what Abby was insinuating. Just for that, she had to repress the urge to push the woman out of the counter, the sly grin glued in her face making it almost impossible.
Instead of being violent, Lightning just turned around to grab her jacket placed on the stool she had sat on for hours and walked towards the door before putting the keys in the lock with a hand already firmly holding the doorknob. Her brows knitted, she left the place at a fast pace, cursing between her teeth as rage was taking the arousal's place through her veins. The naked girl still on the wooden surface was shaking her head in regrets but, even though she would have been visible from the street, the pink-haired continued walking, never looking back again.
With more energy than she could have imagine at such a late hour, Fang slammed the door to lean on it the next second, her head automatically rolling backward so she could release the sigh of relief she needed to release more easily. Indeed, with the chatterbox gone, she would finally be able to relish a sweet and long silence she was craving for since the girl had opened her mouth to let go other sounds than moans and pants.
Next time I'll gag the girl all night long.
A smirk growing on her face at the idea, she pushed herself from the door with her bare foot and took a few steps into her living-room to grab her shirt that had landed on the floor earlier this night. She put the piece of clothes on her shoulders, the shirttails falling on her sides lazily to expose the tanned skin while she was heading herself to the kitchen and came out of it with a beer along with a cigarette that was already burning between her lips. Her butt on the chair and her crossed feet on the table, she tilted her head back to blow the noxious smoke out of her lungs, a sly grin drawing itself on her face as she was thinking about the past few hours. She had accomplished things she was pretty proud about, the best of them being the note she had left for the pink-haired girl at the bar. Too bad I left before I could see her face.
A sneering laugh came out at the thought of it and she started to wonder if the pinky had followed her advices by having sex with Abby who had glanced at her the whole evening, making the sexual tension between the two of them almost tangible. If she had to be honest with herself, she would admit that picturing the two women naked on the counter in a tight embrace was even more enticing that the girl she had fucked herself. The little movie playing on her head warmed her entire body up as she was taking another mouthful of her beer before she shook her head, trying as hard as she can – so not that hard actually – to erase these images. Suddenly remembering that the whole world was still turning around out there while she was burying herself in the dirty paintings she was imagining, she smashed her beer against the table and leaned so she could grab her phone.
Two different things drew her attention. First of all, it was already 6AM, meaning that she hadn't got the chance to sleep since, at least, nineteen hours and that the sun will soon rose in the skies. Second of all, she had no less than sixteen missed-calls, every one of them coming from the same person whom she decided to call back even though the possibility of response at such a late/early hour was probably very close to zero.
"Fang you're an awful jerk!" – "Good day to ya too. Missed me, Van?" Her answer went along with a slight smirk that vanished as soon as she heard the woman in the other line telling her with a reproachful tone that she was the worst sister God could have created.
"I tried to call you a billion time! I was worried sick and now you're just calling me at 6AM like nothing happened? I hope you have a good-" – "Slow down Missy, I'm perfectly fine." There was a long and desperate sigh from the other girl who had just spoken in one breath. Despite all the resignation carried by the woman's voice, Fang scoffed at the motherly attitude the young girl was giving her for the past few years.
"Whatever. I'll be at your place in twenty minutes sharp. So just, please, put your pants on." Rolling her head backwards to free a burst of laughter, she promised her sister she would do as told before they hung up. As she put the phone back on the table, she couldn't help but to shake her head mirthfully. A happy swinging movement that slowly died into nothing as she casted a glance at her flat above her shoulder. This won't be a blast.
A cry of anticipated pain slipped out of her mouth as she stood up and headed herself towards her dresser to grab some pants and a navy-blue t-shirt. A shower would have been gratefully greeted given her last glorious activities but time was flying by and she had way too much tidying to do to allow herself such a luxurious moment. She put the clothes on and combed her hair with her bare fingers her lips twitching at every knot crossing her hand's path, considering that it was just the beginning of a twenty minutes' nightmare. Because of her sister, she had to go through a lot of painful feelings she wasn't really a fond of, the worst remaining the tiresome cleaning she was forced to carry out even though, thanks to her special diet made off sex, beer and ready-prepared dishes, washing some dirty plates wouldn't be on her schedule before her sister arrival.
Phone in hand, she started the music as a way to motivate herself in her hardship, already shaking her head in rhythm as she was taking care of the place by gathering the books and clothes scattered absolutely everywhere in the room. Swift movements and big strides were the only way to make it on time, the music helping in this field like an actual football's coach supporting his team since she was now reaching the final step of her long journey with a vacuum cleaner firmly held in her hands. At some point, she caught herself using the household appliance's sleeve as an electric guitar, the solo being too intense for her to resist the yen for this childish behavior. Her mane was dancing in the air, strands going up and down as she was shaking her head energetically like a real rock-star standing on a spotlighted stage. She stopped herself in her activities only to laugh loudly, thinking that she was probably looking pretty stupid doing this in the middle of her living-room before she went back to the kitchen to put the vacuum cleaner away.
"Wasn't that hard after all." Standing in the middle of the living-room in a proud pose, hands on her hips, she congratulated herself inwardly for her own achievement, white teeth appearing because of the wide smile she was wearing. Not ready to stop in such a good way, she stepped inside her room to take the dirty clothes in order to wash them all during the day but she spun while noticing something she hadn't until now: black laced panties along with a note waiting for her in her bed. With a smirk glued on her face, she lessened the distance between her and the small piece of paper, curiosity devouring her quickly.
Left you a little present, hope you'll like it! See you around, I would love to try you bed next time. Xoxo
"Point for originality! You go up in my estimation, girl." The writer snickered for herself before she made the decision to put the fabric in her dresser, hiding it from her snooping little sister looking like the best option at this moment. As she heard the entry phone ringing in the whole flat, she hurried towards the device, being perfectly aware that Vanille would never stop pressing the button until she let her in. With a roll of her eyes, Fang opened every door for the girl and wasn't surprised as a red storm rushed inside the apartment.
Vanille, a redheaded with green sparkly eyes, was an overexcited, lively young woman who could be a real beam in someone's life as well as she could suddenly become a real pain in the ass. Despite this dual personality characterizing her sister, Fang loved her endlessly and the feeling was - often – well returned by the younger girl. They had lived together for so many years, always being there for each other in highs and lows whatever the costs, that their complicity had become indestructible. The few disagreements they had were only related to the motherly behavior the younger could have towards the older, being exactly the source of the dirty look Vanille was giving to Fang at this exact moment.
"What took you so long? Why didn't you answer me before?" The writer's shoulders shook discreetly, the laughter she was trying to keep being responsible of this slight movement.
"Always a pleasure to see ya! I'm fine by the way!" Vanille narrowed her eyes, her red brows almost meeting in the middle as she was containing a wave of anger she wanted to spit in Fang's face. As for the writer, she couldn't help but to remain more amused than afraid in front of the younger's screwed up face.
"Answer me Fang!" The high voice she used to reply was unexpected. The most destabilizing part in all this was that Vanille was perfectly aware of her sister's lifestyle, meaning that she probably knew what kept the writer so busy.
"Believe me little bugger, ya really don't want to know what I was up to last night." – "Oh God, you'll never change, right? Don't you want to settle down for a while? I mean, you're not getting any younger you know?" Fang scoffed and one of her eyebrows rose in surprise. She was completely dumbstruck by the redhead's words but, as the shadow of a half-mischievous smile briefly crossed her sister's lips, the writer gave the younger a humoristic glare.
"You'll bother me with the settling-down subject until the end of time, won't ya?" The amusement in Vanille's face slowly turned into a thoughtful despair, a sigh leaving her thin lips as she imagined her sister ending her life alone. A person as kind and protective as the tanned-woman couldn't possibly stay lonely for the rest of her life in Vanille's mind. Even though she could feel a pinch of sadness in her inner self, she let a warm expression invade her face and lift her pink cheekbones.
"I just want you to be happy, Fang. I want to take care of you like you did with me in the past." A gentle and warming hand landed on Fang's shoulder before soft lips reached her cheek for a delicate kiss. The words of her sister really meant a lot for the older woman who replied with a reassuring smile. Truth be told, she had always cared more for her sister than for herself, working day and night in bars and restaurants after her parents passed away so she could give her sister the life she deserved until Lady Luck crossed her path and made her a real writer. Even though gratitude was regularly put on the table by the redheaded, it was still having a strong effect on Fang, a satisfaction going beyond imagination especially at the sight of the happy and healthy woman standing in front of her.
As she got carried away by her own thoughts, the writer hadn't realized that Vanille was charily making her way towards the computer. Indeed, despite Fang's wills, the young woman had always been and would probably ever remain her number one fan even though the writer wasn't inclined to let her little protégé read her prose. But, with time, she had finally accepted her sister as a reader and was even asking for her help when she needed some.
"Please, can I? I want to know what will happen in The Boss's life since you're so reluctant in talking about yours." As the tanned-woman understood what the redhead's target was, she rolled her eyes and shrugged before turning her laptop on. Excitement being apparently too much for the younger girl to handle, she started to clap her hands together while bouncing in joyfulness on the chair she had sat on a few minutes ago.
When Vanille started perusing the first page, Fang felt the nervousness invading her body, rocks falling one by one in her stomach that was slowly getting too heavy for her. Anxiety wasn't a feeling she was often experiencing, although it was always showing itself when her little sister was becoming the judge of her work in which she was giving heart and soul. Unable to deal with her anguish anymore, she decided to move towards the kitchen with her now weak pace, her chest going up and down slowly to release the absurd pressure flowing through her veins.
Fang came back with a glass of water she kindly handed to Vanille who was too absorbed by her own words to notice the nice gesture. With a loud sigh, the writer placed the drink in the table and took her own, wincing as she sensed the beer touching her tongue, the lack of gas making it almost impossible to enjoy it properly. Her heart reluctantly thumped again in fear since she couldn't tell if her sister was actually happy of the way things were turning out, the new path her story was taking being really different compared to what she had done by the past in so many ways. Lost in her apprehensions, she flinched as Vanille clapped her hands together again while releasing whines of eager enthusiasm that had always drove Fang crazy.
"This is so exciting!" Perturbed by this overwhelming enthusiasm, the writer leveled perplex look in the other girl direction. Seeing that she would never succeed with her silent question, she squeezed Vanille's shoulder so the younger girl would explain herself.
"Who's this girl Fang?" The tanned-woman raised an intrigued brow at the question. Wasn't it clear enough?
"I wrote it, right? It's Hel, ya saw that!" Vanille rolled her head to let a burst of laughter go out of her small body. After brushing the tears from her cheeks, she locked eyes with Fang but winced in disappointment as she saw that the other woman was perfectly serious about the fact that she had absolutely no idea about whatsoever she was talking about.
"I don't know… I kinda thought that your character would fall in love with this new one at some point. Just like you will someday." Vanille's impish smile vanished as fast as it appeared while watching her sister shaking her head in amusement.
"Van, you know this isn't really my thing. I mean falling in love and everything, see? So, please, just drop it, alright?" The redheaded produced a short but nonetheless meaningful sigh before she swept the subject with a gesture of her hand, her speech immediately turning towards the last two weeks she had spent studying relentlessly at the medical school. Vanille's way to talk, never stopping for a second in attempt to catch her breath, had always amazed Fang who was secretly wondering how this little body didn't just drop dead by asphyxia because of the litany of words it was providing endlessly.
"Voilà. I think I told everything you had to know. And, as usual, you just listened and nodded. Am I right, Fang?" The writer gave her sister a small smile while moving on her chair as a sign of discomfort, nodding for what was probably the thousandth time this morning. Seeing the unusual discomposure on the older woman's face, Vanille beamed at her and even let one of her elfin giggle fly in the air. For a moment, both of them remained silent, just looking at each other for one of her speechless moment of complicity they cherished so much. But this instant was quickly brushed away as the redheaded gasped in horror and grabbed the purse she had threw on the chair next to hers, the bag's color making the tanned-woman snicker inwardly as it was recalling her of a certain strange hair-colored woman she had left at the bar just a few hours ago. The thought didn't last more than a second since everything went black as her sister held her tightly, excusing herself at least ten times for being forced to leave so quickly while Fang was replying that they would just see each other soon.
Vanille, her face buried in her sister's neck, was starting to smell a strange perfume coming from the other woman's skin. "Fang?" The sound of her voice was muffled by the writer's body. "Yeah?" Fang answered with a calm tone.
"You smell like sex." The older one stiffened as the information reached her ears, although she couldn't help but to let a small chuckle slid out of her mouth, chuckle that turned into a real burst of laughter as she heard Vanille's voice again. "And that's really disgusting."
As the sun was edging forward the cloudless sky, its lights gently brushed away the shadows the night had let in its path. Its blazed rays were spreading through the entire city, illuminating several walls in numerous houses, highlighting different paintings and flowers in its way and, sometimes, some growling faces that weren't ready to greet the gigantic star properly. Yet, the orangey light didn't quite seem to disturb all the sleepers gathered in the emerging city.
Serah's living-room was bathed in sunshine, the warm color reflecting softly on the white wall opposite the window soothing her in her way to her morning beverage. Half-awake, she was moving with a shuffle towards the kitchen despite the haze of her remaining sleepiness. She yawned loudly and rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hands, hoping that it would somehow clear her blurry vision. After a few pressures, she opened them only to curse inwardly as she realized that it just had the opposite effect, little multicolored dots now dancing cheerfully in front of her. Such human but nonetheless pretty childish move forced her following gestures to be done more out of habit than anything else, her hands mechanically grabbing a mug to pour it with some water before placing it into the microwave to warm the liquid up, a cup of tea appearing to be the unequaled way to blow the dwelling mist out of her head.
A couple of minutes later, her magic potion was held between her soft hands and her eyesight's problems were far behind. She took a few steps and leaned on her kitchen's central island, this spot offering her the vital peacefulness she needed every morning, the sun caressing her shut eyelids smoothly to prevent the perfect day ahead of her. It wasn't until she authorized herself to open her eyes to skip out of Dreamland that she realized there was another person in the room.
Opposite her, laying on the grey couch with an arm on her head, was another pink-haired girl. The slight space between her lips was air to travel in and out her lungs regularly while her head was lazily resting on her left arm. Awkwardly, this kind of scenes had become pretty usual lately but, somehow, it kept being heartbreaking for her, especially since her very serious sister was still wearing the same clothes than the day before. The soft smile drew on her face until then slowly faded away as thousands of questions appeared in her mind but she knew these would go unanswered.
After releasing a small sigh of despair, she brought the tea to her lips and let the steam exuding from the mug brush her face for a moment. The hot beverage was emitting a comforting smell, a perfect combination of apple and cinnamon remembering her of the pies they used to cook with her mother and sister years ago. Lost in memories, she tried to take a sip of her drink but didn't even feel the taste of it, a slight wince of pain materialized on her face as the hot liquid scalded the thin skin of her pink lips. Abandoning the idea of drinking, she took a few steps towards her sister. Caught by an overwhelming curiosity, she couldn't help but to try understanding whatsoever the older Farron was whispering in her sleep. As hard as she was attempting to catch anything, the words were remaining completely unintelligible, going out of her sister's mouth in small breaths. Maybe it would have given her some answers to all the questions she had about the current situation?
She shrugged in defeat and gave a quick glance at the clock over her shoulder, considering she might have to wake Lightning up since the hour hand was slowly reaching the seventh hour of the day. With great care, she put the mug on the coffee table before she squatted to face the pink-haired girl still deeply buried in her dreams. After a moment when she just let her gaze travel on the other woman's peaceful face, she positioned one of her hands so she could gently push Lightning's shoulder.
There was a loud grouch before the older Farron opened wide eyes, the younger gasping in surprise at the sight of it and almost losing her balance over the chock. Like a vampire straightening in his coffin after a long day of sleep, she sat down in a blink of an eye but she quickly understood her mistake as the most powerful headache she had ever experienced in a life time struck her entire body.
"Light, you always freak me out when you're doing this!" Serah's complain was definitely too high, and without even looking at the girl who had fell on the floor because of her sudden gesture, she brought her pale hand before her eyes.
"Huh, little too loud for me Serah." With a quiet chuckle, the younger got back on her feet, dusting invisible junk from her pajama bottom, and asked if Lightning needed anything in a whisper. "A painkiller would be perfect. Or just a gun to put a bullet in my head. Heard it was pretty effective."
"You're an idiot." A roll of her eyes and Serah disappeared behind her to reach the bathroom where she could find the required medicine, the weapon being – of course – perfectly out of options. As soon as Lightning heard the glass landing on the table in front of her, she snatched everything from the surface – except for the still steaming cup of tea – and swallowed it in a second before slumping back in the sofa with a heavy sigh.
"Why did you wake me up exactly? Except for the pleasure of seeing me cry in pain, of course." Serah chewed on her lower lip in destress under her sister's insistent glare. Still, the younger woman couldn't help but think that something was wrong about Lightning. The older Farron had always had a unique way to express herself, the sharp tone and pretty formal language being a part of her personality everyone knew about, but sleeping on her sister's couch and getting drunk was usually out of the picture. Serah desperately needed answers.
"I think we need to talk Light." Anguish ran along Lightning's spine. The reaction was barely distinguishable but it was enough for her heart to skip one or two beats in its hurry, flashes of the last time she had heard these words resurfacing in her head. The older Farron shook her head to erase the images but the souvenirs were too much to handle, her vision slowly becoming blurry with pain and anger.
"What do you want to talk about?" Lightning's tone was nearly shaky but, somehow, she managed to stay as neutral as she could.
"You, Light. I know you don't like to talk about your problems but I know you too well. There's something wrong." The other girl quirked a quizzical brow in return. "It's been a few days since you sleep at your own place, you obviously drank too much last night and it's past seven and you don't seem to care at all. What's happening to you? And don't dare tell me you're perfectly fine!" As she finished her little speech, Serah suddenly wondered if Lightning would simple put on her happy mask or if she would finally tell her what was bothering her.
"Alright. You're right. Happy?" Serah's brows kittened, giving Lightning memories of their mother when she was ready to scold them after they had done silly things. But the younger Farron remained silent as she sat down next to her sister, hands joined on her crossed legs. "Serah, I should warn you immediately: you're not scary at all. But I suppose it's time to actually have this conversation, right?" The older one didn't even need to take a look at the girl sitting next to her to see her nod. If she had to be perfectly honest with herself, she wasn't even able to keep an eye-contact at this moment, being the reason why she stared at the ground while telling her the whole story.
Lightning was making her way back to her place after the dreadful afternoon she had spent with Serah, sighing in relief while considering the worst part of her day far behind. Indeed, as much as she loved her sister, being forced to go to a conference ran by a stupid writer talking about sex non-stop wasn't even close to something she could appreciate.
As she finally stepped into her house, she threw her keys on the table and was glad to see a jacket already hanging on one of the chairs, a smile appearing on her pink lips while thinking that, at least, she would probably spend a nicer evening. A calm and casual moment with her significant one she knew she was needing badly.
With her usual graceful pace, she entered the living-room and felt her lips curving by themselves into a grateful smile at the sight of the dark-headed woman sitting on the couch with an opened bottle of red wine on the coffee table and two glasses standing next to it. The situation assessed, she wondered if this girl had the ability to read minds, all these elements being exactly what she needed at this moment. Taking a few steps further, she drew her lower lip between her teeth while seeing her girlfriend's outfit, a black bustier dress stopping at mid-thighs she had always appreciate since it was showing just enough of her girlfriend's body for her to enjoy every single movement. Lightning brushed the woman's bare neck with her lips, telling her how lovely she looked in the process and received a soft kiss in return.
"Thanks, Light." The girl's voice came out as a whisper, her forehead resting on Lightning's to exchange a small smile. "Can you come and sit next to me?" Lightning's gaze carefully followed the hand patting the seat next to her lover with knitted eyebrows but she nodded nonetheless, repressing the need she had to ask why she was in such a hurry.
The dark-headed woman filled both their glasses as Lightning skirting the couch and sat down with elegance, a sigh leaving her mouth while looking at the now poured drinks in front of her. Thanking her girlfriend for this thoughtful intention, the pink-haired girl brought the alcohol to her pink lips and couldn't help but let a moan out of her throat when she felt her taste buds suddenly awaken at the taste of it. Her gaze retraced its path towards the other woman but her remaining smile quickly faded in front of her shifty eyes. Something was wrong but the silence surrounding all the questions bumping in her brain was making the latent tension even worse so she put a hand on the girl's thigh and gave her a gentle squeeze so she would speak. After taking a deep breath, the brunette kept a slight opened mouth, her wet eyes fixed on the glass she was holding.
"We need to talk, Light." Lightning's heart skipped a beat. This whole evening wasn't supposed to turn like this. The shiver in her lover's voice, the watery eyes unable to look at her and these words, it couldn't be true. Even though she was pretty sure about how the events were going to turn out, she knew she had to say something so she could clearly understand what was going on.
"Then talk, Aria." As hard as she was trying to remain calm, the words came out sharper than expected.
"I love you. You know that, right?" A quizzical brow rose on Lightning's face. After all these years and everything they had shared during that amount of time, she wasn't really doubtful regarding the feelings they both had towards each other, although, at this moment, doubt was starting to slither viciously into the pink-haired girl's body. She swallowed loudly in apprehension, her eyes narrowing as she was trying to figure out where this conversation would drag them. "Say it please. Tell me that you know how much I love you."
"I guess. But what is you point exactly?" This time, Lightning clearly frowned out of annoyance. Indeed, if there was something the pink-haired woman hated more than anything, it was the feeling that a piece of the puzzle was missing, especially when the person in front of her was looking at her with glistening eyes.
"You know I will never do anything that could hurt you, right?" Her voice was cracking so often that the sentence became barely understandable while she finally reached the last word.
"Get to the point, Ariana." Fists clenched, Lightning's fingers were starting to pale with the increasing pressure she was putting in them. She couldn't believe the words coming out of her girlfriend's mouth, a mouth she had just kissed and she now wanted to shut.
"I just want to be sure. You know I love you. You know I would do anything for you, right? Say it!" Two small tears escaped from the almond-shaped eyes before Lightning, letting two thin and black lines in her path. Despite the distress wrote on the woman's face, the pink-haired girl stayed steady, her mouth set in a hard line.
"Drop it, Ariana. Just say what you have to say." Now expected the worst, Lightning swallowed a large mouthful of her drink and stood up to walk back and forth in the room, hoping that it would somehow calm her down. Was it meant what she thought it meant? Did she had done anything wrong?
"I'm sorry, Light! Believe me!" If Ariana wasn't crying, her voice would have alerted the whole neighborhood.
"Fuck. Just say it!" Impatience was clearly starting to show up in Lightning's tone. She wasn't used to yell, her personality always telling her to wait as long as people needed to but, this time, it seemed impossible to wait any longer. Ariana, eyes wide opened, quickly caught the unusual behavior.
"I. I cheated on you." Dropped like a bomb in the middle of their living-room, the revelation grabbed Lightning by the guts. As for Ariana, she had snapped her eyes shut out of anticipation. Indeed, she expected screams and shouts from her lover but as she realized that, instead of these, a long and tensed silence followed her confession, she dared take in the sight of her girlfriend. Lightning was standing with her back to her, but this vision was enough to tell that it was just the calm before the storm.
"Are you-…Are you okay Light?" The pink-haired girl's entire body shook as she started to release a sour laugh before she spun to face the other woman who was staring at her with agonized and tearful eyes. Did she really ask that?
"After five years. Five fucking years." Lightning's voice was almost unrecognizable, distorted by all the rage and pain she was barely trying to contain. "What do you think? Do you really think I'm fucking okay right now? Is this a fucking joke?" A vein was popping out of her neck as she was talking, and her furor became too much to handle. Without warning, she smashed her glass against the wall opposite her and felt kind of glad to see it falling on the ground in a million little pieces. "And what were you thinking? That a fucking bottle of red wine and a slutty dress would've help you make me swallow the news? Are you fucking serious?"
Ariana was sobbing loudly, a litany of apologies struggling to come out of her mouth while Lightning was trying to suppress her need to slap her with the back of her hand. Her knuckles cracked as she clenched her fists and she knew that a few more minutes in front of the crying woman would bring her in a state of anger she would probably be unable to control.
"Fuck!" The pink-haired girl yelled while grabbing the keys she had threw on the table back to the moment she had thought her day would end better than it had started. The need for fresh air was slowly becoming unbearable.
"No, Light! Please, don't leave!" Ariana tried to take a step further so she could stop her but it had been a lost cause. The only thing Lightning gave her in return was the coldest look she had ever seen before the front door was shut.
While relating the story to her sister, Lightning decided to skip the part where she was driving all around the city like a crazy person, incapable of deciding where she would stop for the night. Betrayal was all she could think about as sobs were living her throat to crash miserably on the windshield before she parked in front of her office to sleep there. She lifted her head up, but didn't see much of Serah's reaction since the girl rushed in her arms, slightly shaking against her.
"Why are you crying?" Confusion was written all over Lightning's face.
"Because you're a good person Light, and she had no right to break your heart." The older pink-haired girl took her sister's head between her hands, pushing her away softly to catch her look.
"It's going to be okay Serah, don't worry." As much as she was trying to keep a reassuring tone, Lightning couldn't help but to let all her doubts to slip in her entire body.
"Do you think you will ever forgive her for this?" Her brows drew together as she was deeply considering the question. The events of the previous night rushed back to her and it made her thought that, somehow, nobody was perfect after all. But the circumstances of her own acts were pretty different. She needed to have a long talk with Ariana.
"I'll try." Her answer was perfectly honest and Serah gave her a small smile in return before rushing back into her arms, sniffing loudly on the other woman's shoulder. Doing so, she winced slightly as a strange smell reached her nose and frowned in confusion.
"Huh, Light?" Her voice was strangely faltering, forcing the older Farron to pull herself out of the embrace so she could look at her with a quirked brow. "You-…You smell like…Sex?" With a slight blush, Lightning turned her gaze away from her confused sister.
"Sorry." She suddenly stood up. "I should take a shower. If you don't mind, of course." The way Lightning was acting, with her low voice and shifty eyes, was so unusual that Serah just gave her a small shake of her head as a response. When she finally cleared her thoughts, she opened her mouth slightly to let all the questions she had in mind fly over the room to find some answers but couldn't do anything but pout at the sound of the bathroom door being quietly shut by the only person who could give her the responses she was now craving for.
Hey! I'm sorry it took me so long, I hope you enjoyed this (pretty long) chapter. Also, it was the first time I wrote a sex scene in english so I hope it wasn't too bad...
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