I apologize for the late update...work is hectic but things should go back to normal after another two weeks. This is pretty long, I think, hopefully it makes up for the wait :)
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Lightning placed a soft, chaste kiss on the brunette's chin and trailed her tongue down the slender neck, relishing the soft gasp that filled the room.
"Do you know what you do to me?" Lightning heard a breathless voice ask.
She grinned, unable to speak as hands trailed up and down her naked sides, leaving a wake of fire that burned. She sighed when she lowered her hand between strong thighs to cup the wet heat, hearing a sharp intake of breath. She rolled them both over, not bothering to brace herself and felt the entire weight of her flushed body rest against the brunette's. She propped herself on her hands, doting kisses all over Fang's face, gently, finishing the affectionate gesture with a heated kiss to her mouth. Their tongues tickled and Lightning let out a soft moan, feeling the bruising intensity behind the kiss. She was aching all over.
She lowered her head to the brunette's neck and nipped lightly, feeling nails clutch at her back, and she hissed. She ran her own hungry hands up and down the writhing and twisting body underneath her, lost in sensation, not knowing where they ended or began.
She kissed down the bronze chest, trailing eager fingers up and down smooth, silky thighs.
"Do you know how much I want you?" Lightning found herself asking, not caring or thinking anymore about the words that fell out of her mouth. Bright colors surrounded them; everything was a glorious haze of flesh and feeling.
Fang bucked her hips in response and watched her through heated eyes, begging Lightning to go where she needed her the most.
Lightning kissed her way down the naked belly, lightly tracing the muscles with her tongue. She felt the strong legs open up wider to accommodate her shoulders and she gave a feral smile, ready to go in for a taste…
Lightning shot out of bed, panting and drenched in sweat. She ripped the covers off her body and looked around the dark room, expecting to see another figure in bed with her. So real. She looked down at herself, feeling a different kind of wetness between her legs and she grunted, trying to shake away the arousal of the dream.
"Third night in a row," she grumbled, moving to stand away from the bed through shaky legs. She trudged into the bathroom and turned the faucet on. The water flowed out in a torrent, the sound drowning away the eeriness of the early morning. She splashed the cool water on her face; she was too wound up to even consider going back to sleep. How could she? After a dream like that?
She grabbed her robe and plodded down the stairs, casting a glance at the clock on the wall. She needed to be up in about an hour anyway, there was no point in going back to sleep.
"Another wet dream," she muttered. She was never one to really have wet dreams, and at the rate she was going she was beginning to feel like an adolescent teenager. She certainly never recalled having so many in such a short span of time. What she found even more amusing, or alarming, given their current situation, was that Fang played the star role in each one. Not surprising.
Lightning sighed and made her way to the coffee maker. The dreams were so different than what she was used to when she had shared a bed with the brunette. They were intense with feeling. Soft words were spoken, affectionate, heady, and each time she woke up, it left her in such a state, that she was ready to satiate her own needs, take matters into her own hands. She resisted, she had more self-control than that, although her own imagination was testing her limits.
She let out a soft rumble, deep in her chest. The whole situation was out of control. The last few days had begun to leave an inkling of self-doubt; perhaps she wasn't as in control of her own emotions as she prided herself on being. Each time she saw Fang, it was an internal war. She wanted to keep her distance while simultaneously wishing she could reach out to the brunette. Why was she doing that when the Oerban had already made it clear that she wasn't interested?
They were barely friends now, unless you included their long history. Fang wasn't helping either, the brunette was just as uncomfortable, she could tell. Fang had taken to minor mood swings around her, sometimes happy to be near her, other times avoiding her like she was the Black Death. Lightning found it a little frustrating, and - if she were to be entirely honest - a little hurtful.
Bitterness swelled in her chest, rivaling the taste of her own black coffee and she took a swallow, trying to shake the fogginess of being woken so abruptly. She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs, her foot shaking in time with her thoughts. What am I going to do?
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"Any day now," Lightning grumbled, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. She resisted the urge to grab her phone and hit the redial button, if only to annoy her sister. The soldier shifted in her car seat, glancing at the front window of the house, unable to see anything past the curtains. She glowered at the glaring sun and snatched her wireless phone, promptly flipping it open, and jammed her finger into the redial button.
"What is taking you so long?" Lightning patiently clipped, glaring daggers at the front door.
"I woke up late," Serah tersely retorted. "Why don't you just come inside? I can see you."
Lightning craned her neck and glanced up the highest window, rolling her eyes when she saw the younger Farron waving in an overtly cheerful and exaggerated manner with the phone to her ear.
"Why don't you get down here so we can leave?" Lightning quipped back, allowing her irritation to creep into her tone. She frowned as Serah continued to smirk and bait her from the top window of her two story house. "If I have to come in there…" Lightning lightly threatened.
"I'm not ready, yet." Serah replied, stepping away from the window to continue her hunt for suitable attire, unfazed by her sister's threat.
Lightning grumbled again and let out a soft sigh when she heard Serah's soft humming through the receiver. She glared at a man who was leisurely jogging past her car. "Please hurry up, we're going to be late," she huffed, raising her eyebrow when he waved and smiled at her. She resisted the urge to blast her car horn at him; it wasn't his fault she was in such a rotten mood.
"I have a hard time getting up so early," Serah muttered, sifting through her closet. "And my alarm didn't go off," she hastily added.
"I don't even understand why Lebreau wants you helping," Lightning replied, unbuckling her seatbelt and reclining against the front seat. She draped her forearm over her eyes and leaned her head back.
Serah laughed lightly into the phone. "I told you, guilt by association."
Lightning shrugged, though Serah couldn't see it. She paused and thought for a moment. "That doesn't make any sense." Her eyes narrowed and she straightened in her seat, disliking that line of thinking. Her messes were her own to clean up, not Serah's. "I'll talk to Lebreau about it." Lightning heard something shatter through the phone and glanced at the house. "What was that?" She grabbed the door handle.
"Nothing, just a bottle of perfume," Serah explained, somewhat distracted. "It's not a big deal, Claire, I like helping at the bar," she argued. Her response was met with silence and Serah continued, wanting to halt any further protest or questions. "I like spending time with you - and Vanille and Fang are there." She chuckled, remembering the water fight that ensued. "I'm having a good time," she finished with honest sincerity.
Lightning studied the dashboard and relaxed back into the seat, a ghost of a smile on her lips. "All right," she conceded, "as long as you're okay with it." She sighed softly, she wasn't content to let simply let it be, but if Serah was asking her not to confront Lebreau, Lightning would oblige the simple request.
The soldier eyed the digital clock and rolled her eyes. "Are you ready yet?" she asked, breaking the silence between them. The engine revved under the pressure of her foot, echoing her impatience.
"No, I haven't had breakfast."
"What the hell?" Lightning slammed her hand into the car horn and began honking it. The sound exploded through the otherwise silent neighborhood.
"Hey! Stop it! You don't have to wait in the car, you know," Serah snapped, hearing the car horn blast through the house.
"The world doesn't stop just because you forgot to set your alarm," Lightning retorted, continuing to beep the horn. The man, who was jogging past her car again, gave her an odd look. Lightning smiled and pressed the car horn harder. The man flinched and gripped his ears at the unpleasant noise.
"The world won't end if we're a few minutes late," Serah fired back, now rushing through the house in a hasty attempt to get ready. "You're so impatient!"
"I'll take you out to breakfast," Lightning offered, finally removing her hand from the horn. The jogger glanced over his shoulder, irritation sketched on his sweaty features and Lighting raised an eyebrow, feeling oddly satisfied.
"Okay, fine."
Serah hung the phone up and emerged through the front door. She waved and chuckled when Lightning drolly waved back opened the passenger door from inside the vehicle. Serah immediately jumped in, slammed the door shut and turned to Lightning. "Hurry up, I'm starving."
Lightning arched an eyebrow and simply shook her head at her sister's antics. She shifted gears and pulled out of the driveway, not missing the amused expression on Serah's face.
Serah studied the scenery as it blew past her and she glanced at Lightning, studying her profile as she continued to navigate through the morning traffic. "I meant what I said, you know."
Lightning averted her eyes from the road to give Serah a questioning look.
"About spending time with you… and Vanille and…" she paused, very briefly, "Fang."
Lightning nodded in response and did not offer any verbal acknowledgement. Serah resisted the urge to sigh; even she couldn't always decipher what her older sister was thinking or feeling. She tapped her fingers against her lap and bit back a smirk; no wonder Fang was thrown for a tailspin. She straightened her shoulders and decided to pull out the big guns.
"I hardly ever see Fang, actually," Serah conversationally offered. "I think the last time, other than this whole bar thing, was at my party."
Lightning gave her a sideways glance and continued to concentrate on the road, though Serah could see she was hanging on every word.
"You guys used to hang out all the time, what happened?" Serah asked, keeping her tone light and chatty.
Lightning frowned and took a moment to wonder why her sister was being so, nosy. "Work got hectic," she muttered, glancing behind her shoulder to switch lanes.
Serah bobbed her head in agreement. "Yeah, you both work too much." She rolled her eyes and glared at her sister, not hiding her disapproval at the long hours Lightning kept. The car stopped at a red light and Serah pretended to look through her purse. "At least Fang has more fun than you do."
Lightning turned to Serah and raised an eyebrow, giving up any pretense of cool detachment. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Serah shrugged and ignored the warning flash in the icy, blue eyes that were assessing her. "I mean," she clarified, "Fang is a big hit at the bar."
Lightning snorted and tapped her hand against the steering wheel, scowling at the red light that seemed to go on forever. "What?"
Serah rolled her eyes and shook her head; Lightning was being dense and pigheaded on purpose. "She. Gets. Asked. Out. A Lot."
"She can handle herself," Lightning countered, refusing to look at Serah. "What the hell is with this light?" She growled in frustration, not knowing if it was the lengthy red light or Serah's topic of conversation that was getting on her nerves.
Serah clenched her jaw. "She has more fun than you do," she stated, repeating her first comment, "because at your job, you don't meet anyone. At Fang's job, she meets everyone, and probably gets propositioned a lot," Serah explained, trying to find something that would poke a hole in the stone fortress that was Lightning's emotions.
"Good for her," Lightning snapped. She turned to face her sister and narrowed her eyes in challenge.
"Yes, good for her," Serah softly answered.
Lightning flinched and did her best to clamp down on the urge to argue. She was getting angry, and Serah was innocently tromping all over the very thing that had Lightning tossing and turning every night. She sighed when the light turned green and accelerated the car once more.
Serah stared out the car window and decided to steer clear of any talk about Fang. She studied the soldier who sat in stony, glum silence; she took a lot of liberty with her older sister, but she knew when she was going too far. Still, Lightning's own refusal to even discuss Fang offered Serah a crystal clear view into the soldier's own feelings towards the brunette.
"What about you?" Serah asked, keeping her tone soft and apologetic.
Lightning gripped the steering wheel and swallowed, bracing herself for another verbal punch to her gut. "What about me?"
"Is there someone special?" Serah asked, titling her head in sincere interest.
Lightning wrinkled her nose and raised an eyebrow, unsure of how to answer. Her mind briefly flitted back to her dream - the white, hot emotion that was blinding. She opened and closed her mouth; the term fish out of water came to mind. She wouldn't be surprised if Serah called Fang and asked for tips on how to, 'throw Sunshine for a curveball'. "Too busy with work," she answered, trying to find some neutral ground from Serah's constant probing and prodding questions.
Serah hummed and patted Lightning on the shoulder, "Okay." She reached over and turned the radio on, not missing the soft, relieved sigh that fell from the soldier's lips.
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"Here, give these to Sam," Lebreau barked when she saw Lightning and Serah walk into the bustling bar. She marched up to the soldier with an armful of wiring and cables. "Oh yeah, hi." The short brunette plunked the coiling mess into Lightning's arms, grinning slightly. "Behind the bar," she directed.
Lightning sighed and glanced around the bar, ready to ask who the hell Sam was when Lebreau turned around and began pointing and barking more orders at the contractors. The soldier arched an eyebrow and glanced at Serah, who had already skipped off to look for Vanille.
She tapped her foot and shifted the tangling mess in her arms, observing the lively scene around her. She turned to look at the counters, noticing the plastic that covered the surface, the various ladders propped against the walls, and the loud sound of a clanking hammer. The soldier gave a rueful sigh; she could do without all the noise.
Lightning walked behind the bar, stopping at the sight of a bent back and a jean clad butt on full display. She tilted her head at the sight, trying to put a name to the butt, Sam? She cleared her throat and averted her eyes.
"Are you Sam?" Lightning asked, feeling a little silly for talking to someone's rear end.
The butt turned around and Lightning followed the jeans up to a modest chest and then to a pair of wide, almond eyes framed by wavy blonde hair. The blonde smiled and Lightning had to admit that the nice butt suited the pretty face.
"Yup," Sam answered. She grinned and raised an eyebrow, deciding that her job suddenly got a whole lot better. "Those for me?" She pointed to the mess in Lightning's arms.
"Yes." The soldier handed the coil of wires to the young woman and stepped back, noticing a large hole in the wall behind her. She ignored the measuring look she received and scanned the bar, wondering where Fang was.
"I'm the electrician, Lebreau wants some new lights installed," Sam explained, dumping the wires near her feet, trying to her best not to stare and ogle. "And you are?"
"Lightning," she politely answered. She glanced around the bar again, getting a little annoyed that she didn't see Fang anywhere.
"Do you work for Lebreau too?" Sam asked, deciding that if the pink haired woman answered yes, Lebreau clearly had good taste in her choice of female employees.
Lightning arched an eyebrow and turned back to the blonde, not missing the flirtatious smile. "No, I'm just," the soldier paused and searched for the correct word, "helping." She turned towards the bar again, torn between wanting to speak to Fang and dreading more awkward conversation with her.
"Well, I could use some help," Sam replied, giving the solider a lopsided smile; she couldn't resist an opportunity to get to know the pink haired beauty a little more.
Lightning sighed softly at the persistence of the young woman. She couldn't see Fang anywhere and she found herself somewhat disappointed. "Sure." She nodded distractedly and tried to focus on the job. "All right."
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"What're ya doin' here?" Fang asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms defensively.
Sazh raised his hands and smiled widely. "I gotta have a reason to say hello to my favorite girl?"
"Vanille is inside," she retorted, hiking her thumb over her shoulder.
Sazh laughed and walked closer to the brunette, patting her affectionately on the back. "I haven't seen you girls in a few days and –"
"-And my answer is still no," Fang interjected, patting him on the shoulder teasingly. She rolled her eyes when he frowned, no doubt remembering her heated refusal of the favor he was asking over the phone. "Ya came all the way out here to try and talk me into it?" Fang laughed at the defeated look she received from the older man.
"Two hours, that's it," Sazh began again, handing her a business card. He glanced at the bar, seeing several vans lined up and gave a small whistle; Lebreau wasn't sparing any expense at the renovations. "Damn, she's goin' all out," he muttered.
Fang snorted and flipped the business card between her fingers. "Lebreau's been wantin' to do this for a while now," she explained. She studied the card in her hand and wondered how upset Sazh would be if she ripped it in half.
"See that, every bar fight has a silver lining'," Sazh joked, running a hand through his dark hair. He regarded her seriously. "Everything' has a silver lining," he cryptically stated.
Fang sneered and shook her head. "Having dinner with an uptight suit, in a fancy restaurant, and talkin' about my painful past – where's the silver lining in that?"
"He isn't a suit, he's a professor, and you don't have to talk about anything you don't want to...it's just an interview," he reasoned, stepping back to lean against his car. Sazh crossed his arms and offered a gentle smile. "He's a friend and an anthropologist, someone who studies –"
Fang raised her hand and cut him off. "I know what an anthropologist is," she snapped, with a little more venom than she intended. She saw him flinch at her tone and she sighed, offering an apologetic look. "Sorry, gotta lot of stuff goin' on."
Sazh nodded compassionately, thankful that Vanille had given him a heads up into Fang's moodiness before he decided to venture to the bar for one last attempt to sway the brunette's decision. Vanille didn't say why Fang was quick to anger these days but she did warn him to tread lightly.
"You're makin' me feel like a livin' relic," she muttered, staring into the far distance, her eyes slotted from the bright sun above their heads.
Sazh gave a wry grin, "You kind of are, aren't you?" He smirked when she arched an eyebrow at him, "Still lookin' good for pushin' five hundred years, though," he teased.
Fang shook her head, rolling her eyes at the common gag between her friends. "It's a little painful," she quietly admitted, stepping next to him to lean against the car. She kicked the dirt underneath her shoes and studied the tiny pebbles. "Ya know what it's like goin' to sleep and wakin' up one day, everythin' gone, changed, dead?"
Sazh sighed gave her a sad look, suddenly feeling wretched for pushing her so hard. "You don't need to talk about that," he stated with firm conviction. "Doesn't a part of you want to share what it was like, living and growing up in Oerba? Mini-Fang runnin' around, wonder what kinda mischief you got into..."
Fang chuckled and nodded grudgingly. She'd contemplated the same thing many times, often with Vanille, when they were both feeling the effects of being the only ones left of their home. All people really knew about was the War of Transgression, but no one ever stopped to dwell on better times, how close the community was, how wonderful it really was. She snorted; the only people who cared were the historians.
Sazh turned to face her when she didn't respond and gave her a knowing look. "Think about it, it's a good opportunity to share your lineage, besides," he gave her a cheerful smile, "you'll have your own full page article," he paused and nodded seriously, his brown eyes twinkling in jest, "in color."
Fang laughed and elbowed him. "Fancy stuff," she remarked. "Lemme think about it, okay?"
Sazh smiled widely and shoved his hands into his pockets. "That's all I'm askin'." He turned towards the bar, satisfied that Fang would eventually agree; it would do her good, he was sure of it. "Where's soldier girl?"
Fang's smile darkened at the innocent question. "Don't know, running late, I guess."
Sazh nodded complacently and ignored the sudden change in her mood. He began walking towards the bar, shouting out so she could hear him. "I'm here, put me to work," he hollered over his shoulder.
Fang smirked and shook her head, following after him. "You'll regret sayin' that, old man."
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"So, Lightning, what do you do?" Sam asked, trying to strike up a conversation with the reserved woman. She met the cerulean gaze head on, showing her sincere interest.
"I'm a Lieutenant," the soldier replied, leaning against the counter to watch as the woman continued to trim and feed wires through the hole in the wall. She sighed softly; that was Sam's fifth attempt to strike up a casual conversation with her.
Sam held her hand out behind her, still concentrating on the wires, "Hand me the voltage tester, again." She brought her hand back towards the wires when she felt the tool in her palm and she tried for another topic of conversation. She straightened her back and turned to face Lightning. She tilted her head trying to figure out how to engage the Lieutenant; she couldn't' recall the last time she had this much difficulty talking to an attractive woman. "What – " she stopped her question when she saw Lightning sharply turn her head.
Lightning stared at the entrance, hearing lilting, soft laughter from the doorway and feeling her gut clench when she recognized the voice. Fang. She raised an eyebrow when she saw Sazh a few feet ahead of the brunette; his hands on his hips, looking amused at all the contractors.
"Excuse me," Lightning courteously offered, sparing Sam a fleeting glance. She didn't miss the disappointment on the blonde's face and offered a small smile, as if to apologize. She didn't wait for a response and walked around the bar, making her way towards Sazh and Fang.
"There she is," Sazh called out, grinning widely. He raised an eyebrow when she stopped in front of him. "I heard you were running late."
Lightning smirked and crossed her arms. "It happens." She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "What are you doing here?"
Sazh balked and attempted to look offended. "I need a reason to see my favorite girl-"
"-Vanille is around here somewhere, most likely with Serah," Lightning interrupted, rolling her eyes. She shared a look with Fang when she heard the brunette's soft snicker. Fang watched the bar, her features knitting in annoyance when she saw a head of blonde hair. Samantha.
Sazh laughed and glanced at Fang, who was now standing beside him. He sighed and shook his head at the two women. "Give an old man a hard time." Sazh arched an eyebrow, seeing another blonde woman making their way towards them. "Nevermind, who is that?"
Lightning turned her head and followed his gaze, seeing Sam walking towards them, her hips slightly swaying. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Sazh. "That's the electrician," she deadpanned. "Her name is Samantha… would you like me to introduce you?" she dryly offered.
Fang frowned at the tone and coolly regarded the blonde when she stopped next to Lightning, nearly touching shoulders with her. "Somethin' you need?" Fang graciously asked. She had already met Samantha earlier and didn't care much for the flirty attitude, the way she was looking at Lightning made her dislike the blonde even more. She had to wonder if Lebreau was gay; she was seriously considering the possibility, Lebreau seemed to enjoy hiring young, her eyes narrowed in anger, attractive women.
"Yeah, I need some help," Samantha clipped back, raising an eyebrow at the Oerban and not caring for the undercurrent of hostility. She glanced at Lightning, who was looking between both women with a little confusion.
Lightning studied the ground and came to the conclusion that Fang had already met Samantha and for whatever reason, did not like her. The soldier felt smug at the realization, feeling a warmth crawl through her body that she didn't want to spend too much time exploring. She looked up, seeing three pairs of eyes studying her.
Lightning sighed and risked a peek over at Sazh. He gave her a sly wink and she glared at him. "I'll be there in a minute," Lightning replied, ignoring the angry look Fang gave her. She blinked slowly; Now what did I do?
Samantha gave a small smile, pleased that Lightning would be joining her again. "Okay." She turned around and began walking towards the bar.
"She didn't even say Hi to me," Sazh complained, shaking his head in dismay. "Must be losin' my game." He chuckled softly, trying to diffuse the strain and friction he suddenly felt between Fang and Lightning.
Fang sneered. "Nah, she wants to play with someone else." She arched an eyebrow and gave the soldier a lecherous look, not bothering to hide the malicious timbre in her voice.
Lightning stiffened, unsure of why the brunette was angry with her, Again. "Okay," she evenly replied. She crossed her arms, irritated that she felt the need to explain herself. "I was helping her install some wires."
Fang shrugged and heard a small whisper in the back of her mind, trying to calm her simmering anger, telling her that she was being a little unreasonable. She ignored it. "Sounds fun."
Lightning frowned and gave Sazh a disbelieving look. He mirrored the expression and gave her a sloppy salute, mumbling something about finding Vanille. He quietly stepped away, not wanting to get caught in the middle.
The soldier sighed and settled her eyes back on the Oerban, completely at a loss for words. She thought they had been doing all right the past few days. "What's your problem?"
Fang shrugged and gave the question serious thought. "Nope, no problem, here." She tilted her head and regarded the soldier through disinterested, green eyes.
Lightning gritted her teeth and refrained from getting caught up in her own turbulent emotions. She decided to try a different tactic; between her wet dreams and Fang's hot or cold attitude, she was going to go insane, she was sure of it. "I thought we were doing okay."
Fang raised an eyebrow at the patient tone, surprised to hear it come out of the soldier's mouth. She sighed and rubbed her forehead. "We are," she muttered, feeling her inexplicable anger slowly ebb away at Lightning's gentle voice. She raised her head and locked eyes with her. "We are," she stated firmly.
Lightning nodded thoughtfully, pleased that her different approach worked. She decided to try again, and cracked a wry grin, curious to see how her next words would affect the Oerban. "She's not my type." She watched Fang's reaction closely when the words left her lips. She saw surprise, followed by a nanosecond of relief, and then back to the trademark smirk Lightning knew so well. Interesting.
Fang raised an eyebrow and gaped at the soldier's easy admittance. "That is - I…" Fang faltered, tripping over her own tongue. She tried again. "I wasn't even thinkin' anything like that," she weakly protested.
Lightning arched an eyebrow and waved her hand dismissively, "Right."
Fang crossed her arms. "I wasn't," she insisted, feeling a little embarrassed, friends aren't supposed to get jealous, she reminded herself. She wanted to slap the back of her head, she was knee-deep in it with Lightning, and she didn't even know what it was.
"I heard you," Lightning rejoined, shrugging her shoulders in nonchalance. She didn't understand why Fang was so unwilling to admit she was a little jealous, Lightning certainly had no qualms about expressing her own territorial streak over the brunette.
Fang hesitated when another thought occurred to her and the words burst out of her mouth before she could bite them back in. "Didn't know ya had a type."
Lightning gave her a blank look, effectively shrouding her shock and disbelief. Given the history of their arrangement, she would have thought Fang already knew Lightning had a type - and her name was Fang. "Are you saying I'm not selective?"
"No, you're very selective, I think," She bit her tongue and made a valiant attempt to quell the growing outrage on the pink haired woman's face. "I wouldn't know –", she visibly winced when Lightning's jaw dropped. "I would know, yeah, but that's not the point…" she trailed off when Lightning shook her head and made a clicking noise in the back of her throat."Maybe it is the point?" Fang knitted her brow in frustration and tried to rein in the verbal spew that was pouring out of her mouth. "You're selective, 'course ya are," she finally managed.
Lightning regarded her silently and glanced back towards the bar, seeing the blonde quickly turn her head away from them. "I have a type, Fang," Lightning softly replied, "- you figure it out." She gave the brunette a calculating look and walked towards Samantha, confounded by Fang's reticence to admit her jealousy and the casual dismissal of the physical relationship they shared. She sneered; maybe Fang really did think she invited anyone into her bed. Why does it even matter anymore?
Fang grumbled under her breath and ran a hand through her hair, dizzy from her conversation with Lightning. She looked towards the bar, seeing Samantha idly chatting with the soldier. She studied Lightning's posture and was pleased to realize she understood the body language. The soldier was tense, torn between being polite and wanting to get her task done, efficiently and swiftly. Fang shook her head; she definitely did not like Samantha, and while Lightning had generously expressed that the blonde wasn't her type... Lightning was certainly the blonde's type, and that did not sit well with Fang.
Fang tore her eyes away from the two women and grabbed the business card out of her pocket, trying to take her mind off the soldier. She began walking towards the back of the bar. She wanted to talk to Vanille before she made the call to schedule the interview.
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TBC
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