A/N: WARNING-The adult humor in this may be seen as inappropriate by some. This came to me after writing 'Tiny Titans' and really, it just wouldn't leave my head.

Theme 6: Normalcy

Pairing: Squall Leonhart/Lightning Farron

It wouldn't be a stretch to say that Squall Leonhart had resigned himself- as early as when he realized she felt the same way- to the fact that married life with Lightning Leonhart-née-Farron would mean he'd- and consequently, his family- would live an abnormal life. While normalcy was a relative term, they were anything but by quite a far margin.

Firstly were the colors of friends they wouldn't openly admit to holding dear, ranging from stoic to loud, from law-breaking to law-enforcing, pauper to royalty, from Hume to half-Esper to full Esper; pretty much every race and occupation living, including both races of moogles and the moombas- who still continued to worship him as 'Laguna', much to his wife's amusement and his embarrassment.

Secondly was their family. With Ellone sending people to their worst nightmares or most embarrassing moments whenever she felt slighted and Laguna being, well, Laguna, Serah was the only one that could be considered normal if one disregarded her abnormal way of attracting trouble. Then there were their two daughters; the pinkette Averia, aside from inheriting Laguna's physiological quirk, had the uncanny ability to appear wherever she wanted, undetected- though both parents knew she underwent self-imposed 'missions'. The younger brunette, Raine, while lovingly attached to her older sister, exhibited an instinctual ability to plan ahead while her eyes sparkled for anything firearms- forsaking the doll her parents had given her for a gun-shaped plushy from Laguna for sleep at one.

Thirdly were they themselves. Lightning was a very headstrong and independent woman- the only reason she agreed to take his name was so that their children wouldn't have problems growing up. It wasn't that she didn't love him enough; she had shown just how much she loved their family, despite not needing to, time and again. Squall, while now prone to listening instead of brushing people off unlike before, still remained stoic and taciturn in public and only slightly more warm in private.

The way the two gunblade users treated each other was another matter altogether. What started off as a frosty partnership thawed into warm camaraderie, heated into a blazing inferno of passion, need, and greed before cooling into a fond affection of trust and love.

Married life and two children hadn't diminished their sex life as one might have expected, especially with Lightning's intimate knowledge of what made Squall Leonhart tic. As people of action, they professed their eternal love with their bodies and deeds.

As Squall experienced that night. After returning from a long day in Balamb Garden and tucking in their two little titans, per Lightning's command, he had retreated to their quarters. Lightning, still in the bathroom, had then ordered him to lock the door and wait on the bed, which he complied after turning on the music.

He didn't have to wait long.

Steam escaped from the bathroom when Lightning opened the door, vapor hugging and enveloping her figure as she strutted out. She smiled at him, that fond smirk reserved for but the most special of occasions, when the familiar music set the mood- clearly he had the same idea as her. She travelled the steps between them, clad only in a frilly pink and laced lingerie held together by red ribbons. He stood up to claim her when she was near but was stopped, her hands pressing gently but firmly down on his shoulders, and she swayed sensually with the music, helping him off his clothing in a perfect mixture of worship and lust, massaging and caressing his flesh as he returned his approval by kneading her waist and thighs.

When at last he was divulged of his clothing, Lightning gingerly kissed his scar, pressing her body forward until they laid on their bed, wife on top of her husband, and she stared longingly into his eyes, her mouth twisted in a mischievous smirk whilst she said the magic words.

"It's your turn."

He wasted no time in flipping her over and having his way with her, to their mutual delight.

Two hours later and they were still growing strong. Squall spied the large mirror beside their bed and an idea struck him. He turned Lightning on her side, lifting her leg with one arm as he thrust from behind, and she put up no protest, mind hazy in euphoria.

"Lightning," he spoke her name affectionately as he nibbled on her shoulder. "Look."

She opened her eyes and he felt her clench tighter down there when she realized she could see everything.

"S-Squall!" she half-shouted, half-moaned. "Stupid! I-idi-idiot!" Her half-lidded eyes still remained transfixed with his reflections' blues and he could tell she was enjoying this. The combination of their sweat and juices made their flushed bodies glisten; both were rapidly approaching their release- just a little bit more and-

- disaster struck.

"Mommy? Daddy?" came a curious, if a bit sleepy voice from behind them.

The shock sent them both over the edge and they stifled back their moans.

"A-veria!" Lightning groaned out, spying both their daughters in their pajamas looking at them sleepily, Raine holding on to her sister's hand while holding her gun plushy with her other, eyes closed and mouth hanging open, both unaware of what exactly they walked in on.

Squall pinned his wife below him, throwing the blankets over their bodies. "What are you two... doing awake?" he panted, annoyance, embarrassment, and worry further painting his face red.

"Coudn' sweep." Averia mumbled. "Stowee?"

"Go back to your room. We'll be there shortly." Lightning kissed Squall briefly for motivation.

"Ew cooties!"

"Coopeas..." Raine echoed her sister sleepily as she was dragged away.

Squall looked down their union when their daughters left, suppressing a wince. "Let go."

"Can't." Lightning grunted painfully. She could still feel his heart racing against her back. "Cramps." Even our daughters are cockblockers.

Squall wrapped his arms around her waist, groaning when she continued to clamp tightly.

Did he mention he'd resigned himself to having an abnormal family life?

A/N: There you have it. This was quite hard to write- I ended up writing 1500 words so I had to cut a ton of material. I'll go resume working on LTRA ch6 next. Shout out to Indurrago for giving feedback on Tiny Titans; thanks!

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