A/N:

So, after spending a weekend at a convention and taking pics with the FFXIII gang, while spending all my money on Lightning stuff, I finally found my muse to continue this chapter(Actually, it had nothing to do with that, it was a PM I got yesterday that made me get off my butt.)


Sleep went easy the other night and dreams came one after another. Fang felt warm in her thick comforter. She was hoping she wouldn't catch a cold in what she was wearing on her date. It was Monday morning, meaning Vanille was currently in the shower getting ready for school, which also meant Fang could sleep in longer. Though that wasn't what happened. As Fang's phone rang her new ringtone I Will Wait played loudly through her room. She rolled over in bed as she snatched her phone off of the night stand. She cracked open an eye, trying her best to read the text message she received.

Mini-Light:

Did Lightning spend the night? She wasn't here when I woke up.

Fang groaned loudly before she typed a quick reply and threw her phone in the nearby chair. After the night she had, she could only imagine how this day would turn out. She rolled onto her back then wiped her hand across her face. She looked over at her alarm clock, groaning again when she realized how early it really was. She climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom across the hall to relieve herself. Once she took care of everything, she walked back in her room to get her phone and read Serah's text.

Mini-Light:

Oh yeah, I forgot she had work on Mondays :p

She then texted how silly she thought Serah was then walked downstairs to find a snack. She turned into the kitchen, as Vanille ran around packing her lunch. She went into the fridge and grabbed a water bottle and sat on top of the counter. Most mornings went like this, Fang being too tired to talk and Vanille being too busy to stop and think. Fang placed the water bottle down and began peeling the banana she found laying next to her. She went for a bite but paused when she heard Vanille's giggle. She raised an eyebrow as she slowly bit down so she didn't look weird as the student talked to her.

"I never thought I'd see the day you put something long in your mouth." Vanille said, before bursting into another fit of laughter. She was thankful she hadn't been drinking her water, though she still choked on her food. She cleared her throat as Vanille said her goodbye and left with Hope, who had been waiting outside for the better part of an hour. She was surprised the man didn't come in, since she knew he had been in the house before. She chose not to dwell on it though.

With Vanille gone, Fang decided to get dressed, wasting time until her sister returned. She put on sweatpants and a T-shirt and sat on the couch. She turned the TV on and flipped through the channels for something interesting to watch. She tried to keep her mind occupied, but her mind always traveled back to the strawberry blonde. It wasn't as if she hadn't been on her mind, on the contrary, Lightning was always on her mind. She just couldn't get the soldier off her mind.

At first Fang thought that Lightning was only using her for a quick lay, but after the other night, that couldn't be the case. She wasn't sure if the woman was attracted to her or just getting comfortable being in her presence. She was beginning to open up to Fang though, so that was a checkmark in her book. Also, according to what Lebreau had said, Lightning never went for the same girl twice. Fang was sure she was the only person Light had been with for the past week though, judging by how needy she started becoming, and it was definitely more than once. She shook her head, trying to forget about the strawberry blonde and focus on other things, like her sister.

She couldn't help but feel like her sister was hinting around to something. She was sure she wasn't being too obvious, but Vanille wasn't dumb either. She recalled the joke her and Hope had shared at her expense at dinner. Then there was the moment before she left the house. She was sure that it had been Vanille's way of letting her know it was okay to talk to her, but it still didn't make it any easier to discuss. Fang let out a sigh, Guess it's time I told her.

Fang's phone rang then, she checked the caller id and didn't recognize the number. Deciding it might be worth her time, she answered, "Speak now or forever hold your piece."

"Loving the accent, Aussie! Is your hands full right now?" Lebreau spoke. Fang didn't know how the woman had got her number, but she didn't mind, she was bond to give it to her anyway.

"They're empty for the day, what's up?"

"I need extra hands for the night. You and your tits in? You get paid by the hour and tips." The bartender posed, offering Fang something she wouldn't be able to turn down. Money.

"I'll be there. Thanks for the opportunity, Breau-Breau." Fang hung up after getting the schedule and dress code. She was thankful for the chance to take care of the bills and such, knowing Vanille's dad wouldn't be able to support them forever. It also gave her something to do when she wanted to leave, though she worked at the one place she would go. All the more reason to get paid to be there.

Fang continued to lay on the sofa watching reality shows as she waited for Vanille to get home. It was moments like these that made Fang miss her hometown. She always had things to do but since moving to Cocoon, the Australian had spent most of her time home. She was planning to go out later with Vanille to look for a place for work, but instead she was offered a job from Lebreau. She knew the bartender wanted her on the team since the day she had met her, she just didn't know when to ask. What better time than when you are short staffed?

The sound of an engine pulled into her driveway before cutting off. Fang smirked at the thought, "How does she do that?" She walked over to the door, opening it the moment a beige heavy duty boot landed on her doorstep. The soldier's stride didn't break though until her lips were upon Fang's. Despite Light's usual roughness with the Australian, she still wasn't expecting the force behind the kiss. She grunted from the effort of trying to stay upright. The desperation was turning Fang on more than Lightning's uniform. She'd never seen the rebel in her work attire, but she sure hoped she could see her in it more often, or not.

Surprisingly, Fang's clothes were still on. It wasn't like Lightning was trying, actually, Light hadn't even reached for her clothes. Her hands were still wrapped around her waist as she deepened the kiss, while Fang's own hands were around the woman's neck. Only after a few minutes had past did Lightning finally broke the kiss, only to place kisses along Fang's neck. "Etro, I missed you."

Fang laughed, "You just seen me the other day, yeah?" The biker didn't reply, instead she took a step forward, making Fang take a step back. Their dance continued until she was backed into the kitchen counter. By that time, Fang had only managed to lose her shirt. She couldn't believe how slow Lightning was taking things, especially since she was possibly on her lunch break like before. She was enjoying it nonetheless, so she wouldn't complain. She allowed her hands to slide down Light's tan shirt before hooking onto her belt loops and dragging her closer. Fang pressed her luck since the rebel didn't react to where she placed her hands. She began to undo her belt and unzipped her pants. She took a deep breath then began to slide her hand down until something stopped her.

"Bloody hell! Who could that be?" She yelled, clearly upset with having been interrupted. When she took a step away to reach her phone, Lightning gripped her wrist and pulled her back over.

"Ignore it." She said after giving the tanned woman a quick peck to persuade her. Fang pulled from her grasp once again as the phone started to ring again.

"I gotta answer it, it might be Lebreau." She reached her phone, quickly answering before she decided to hang up again. It was a simple call, just going over her job description for the evening. Once she hung up, she turned back towards Lightning, noticing how impatient she looked. She could feel the frustration emitting from her being. For some reason, she felt the need to explain herself. "Lebreau called this morning, asked me if I wanted to work tonight."

Light crossed her arms over her chest and began to glare at Fang. "When did she get your number?" Light asked. Fang chuckled at the thought of the rebel being jealous, finding it cute that the woman would get jealous over someone like Lebreau. She shrugged her shoulders before answering.

"Your guess is as good as mine. I never gave it to her." She walked over to the soldier, placing her hand on the woman's cheek. She felt a sting of sadness when Lightning turned away from the touch. She took a step back from Fang before locking eyes with her again.

"I wasn't born yesterday, you know? And now you're working with her. Is this some kind of joke?" She demanded, getting angrier by the second. Fang reached for her face again but dropped her hand when she realized what was happening.

Fang was hurt that Lightning couldn't trust her. It hurt to know that she thought Fang could just go from one person to the next as if the time they shared together meant nothing. Fang knew that Light wasn't aware of how she felt, but that didn't give her the right to accuse Fang of such an act like infidelity. She took a step back from Lightning herself, before shaking her head to clear her mind. "She offered me a job, I thought you'd be happy for me."

Lightning sucked her teeth, clearly angry by the way things turned out. "Happy for you to be working with some whore? I see the way she looks at you." She spat. The emotions in her eyes told Fang she was upset, but her words spoke differently. She tried to read her body language but the soldier was as stiff as a board. Her reply came easy, but planned.

"And she sees the way I look at you! Besides, I'm not you. I need something to occupy me when I'm waiting around to see you."

She struck a nerve in the rebel, she was sure of it. Lightning opened her mouth a few times to say something but bit her tongue. She fixed her pants then buckled her belt. She straightened her shirt and jacket before opening the front door and walking to her bike. Fang followed her outside before asking her to wait, having to shout over the engine. Lightning ignored her though and pulled off, leaving Fang confused after their argument.

"Fuck." Fang shouted, she turned to walk back inside so she could think over what just happened. She had never been on the side of Lightning's anger though she knew that wasn't the full force of it. She wanted an explanation for the woman's actions and jealousy but she knew it wouldn't come so easily. It just seemed out of character for the woman, but then again, she knew she had a short temper. Looking at the time, she knew she had enough time to take a shower before Vanille would come home from her afternoon class.

She wanted to forget that the biker paid a visit today, forget the way she touched her and made her feel. She gathered her clothes and started the water before undressing and getting in. She had better things to worry about than Lightning, like the fact that she had a job, or that she would be confessing her interests to Vanille. She definitely had bigger things to worry about.

"Fang!" She heard her little sister yell as she walked in the house. Fang thought about the time, realizing she must have took longer than planned in the shower. She quickly finished washing and went to her room to get dressed before meeting her sister in the kitchen. She found her two piece bathing suit to throw on. It was a deep blue with a black band. She then threw on a pair of tight blue short shorts and left the button and fly undone.

When she walked into the living room, The student was making herself a sandwich. The redhead greeted her sister once she noticed her in the room. Fang said hello as she sat at the island in the kitchen. She stayed silent for a few minutes, just watching Vanille's awesome sandwich making skills as she thought of a way to bring up the topic. She decided to start with the good news first. "So, I got a job."

"That's great news, Fang. I'm so happy for you!" Vanille stopped putting the ingredients away to clap her hands in excitement.

"Yeah, it's at that bar I always go to, Lebreau's." Fang added with a smile. She was praying that Vanille would take the bait and wanted to fist pump when she did.

"The gay one down the street?" She asked as it was a general conversation. Fang smiled because of it. It made it easier for her to tell her since Vanille was saying all the complicated things for her.

"Yeah, I figured I should make friends with people that-"

"That share the same interests as you. Oh Fangy! I'm so proud of you." Vanille said, walking over to give her older sister a hug. She tightly wrapped her arms around her as relieved washed over her. She knew Vanille would have accepted her anyway, but it just felt better knowing for sure.

"Thank you."

"No problem," The young woman said as she pulled away and placed her hands on the other's shoulders. "Now who is she?" She asked with a cheeky smile.

She was taken off guard with the question so she asked her to repeat it. "Obviously you fancy someone for you to tell me something I knew since before you did. Come on, who is she?" She asked again with a slight shake of her hands, causing Fang to shake a bit as well.

"Well, she was here earlier, but we kind of got into a little argument." She looked away, unable to keep eye contact long enough as the guilt ate at her. Fang watched as Vanille placed a finger to her chin as she thought of something to say. She watched her eyes light up as if a light bulb just went off.

"You have to apologize!" She said as if it were the simplest of things. The taller woman thought about it for a moment, wondering what she should be apologizing for, when she came up with nothing she asked her sister what for. "Well," She drew out, "whenever Hope and I argue, he always apologizes first. Now that I think about it, girls usually apologize first too. I don't know which of you is on top, but someone should apologize and I think it should be you."

"I don't see how that would solve anything, but I'll try to talk to her after work. I have to get ready to leave soon, anyway." She said, then pulled Vanille into another hug and thanked her for the advice. She asked her if she could pack a lunch before going upstairs to finish getting ready for her first night at her first part-time job.

After another thirty minutes of preparation, Fang was out the door and down the street. She took a moment to readjust her clothing before walking into the bar. The first person she spotted was the owner, or maybe it was the other way around. She could see the bartender's jaw go slack as she strutted her way to the bar station. "Maker, they look bigger. No wonder Lightning is so attached to them." Lebreau said as stretched out her hand then drew back. "Speaking of, your girlfriend stopped by."

Fang brushed off the first comment but was a bit surprised at hearing that the strawberry blonde was there, although she blushed at the way Lebreau worded it. "She's not my girlfriend, but what did she want?" She asked, curiosity eating away at her.

"Wanted me to keep my hands to myself. She's very possessive." Her boss just shrugged her shoulders as replied, the last part being an afterthought.

Fang smirked at the comment, "And aggressive."

"And obsessive." Lebreau said, smiling herself.

"And impressive." The Australian added with a raised eyebrow.

"And repressive." The bartender finished before laughing and patting Fang on the shoulder. "You'll fit in perfectly." She gave the tour and handed the woman off to Maqui to show her the ropes. She was pleased to see that Fang was a fast learner and was quickly handling things on her own. She even interacted with the customers well.

Fang was thankful for her retainable mind, able to just remember what her trainer was telling her without actually watching him do anything. She had already made four drinks successfully and well on her way to more. The night was young and she was definitely getting into her zone, as she liked to call it. She shamelessly flirted to sell more drinks and get better tips as if she had been doing this all her life. It was only when a familiar person stepped through the doors did she clam up and forget the things she just learned.

Fang gave Lightning a once over as she made her way to the bar. She must have gone home first since she wasn't wearing her uniform from this afternoon. She was wearing a pair of brown straight legged pants and a blue button up that had fit her well. Fang was trying to remember what she was supposed to do as she watched the woman approach the bar.

"You have a minute?" Lightning asked, seemingly calmer than she was this morning. Fang looked over at Lebreau and raised a finger, indicating to give her a moment. Lebreau nodded and pointing upwards, letting them know it was okay to go upstairs. Fang looked back to Lightning before finding her hand and leading her upstairs. She opened the door and gestured for the soldier to come in, closing the door behind them. She turned around and was about to say something when the other woman beat her to it.

"Look, I know I overreacted earlier. I was just surprised, you know? I don't want anything to mess this up, whatever this is." She rabbled, motioning between them at the end. She looked like she was at a lost for words but Fang thought it was adorable. "Can I make it up to you?" She finally managed to get out, as if it were as painful as pulling a tooth. Fang could tell it wasn't from the action but rather the words. She could imagine how hard it was for her to say.

She thought it over for a few minutes when she thought of the greatest idea. A smirk appeared on her face as she sat for another minute just to torture the soldier further. When she say the woman squirm, she finally decided to answer. "Tomorrow at three."

Lightning raised an eyebrow, confused by Fang's reply. "I'll be ready tomorrow at three for a real date. You. Me. No sex. Just getting to know each other."

"But-"

"No ifs, ands, or buts about it. I want you at my door at three." Fang said as she opened the door and started to leave. "Oh! And don't forget to wear something nice." She yelled behind her as she made her way downstairs, leaving the woman alone in Lebreau's studio apartment. The bartender noticed her coming down alone and asked if everything was okay. Fang nodded and continued her shift as if nothing happened, nothing but the smile on her face.

After twenty minutes, Lightning finally made her way down the stairs, only stopping her from her retreat to wish her a good night.