Title: Video Chat
Pairing: Farroncest (Lightning/Serah)
Rating: M for sisterly incest and some language
Words: 1,084
Prompt Request: None
Summary: It's hard to manage with missing someone when you're away at college. Unless they come to visit, that is.
A/N: If you're following me on tumblr, chances are you've probably already read this. It's old, like a couple years old at this point, but I'm in a writing slump right now and it's been a while since I've updated. This doesn't have much of a plot, just short and to the point. Hope those who haven't seen it like it anyway. I hope to be writing more of this pairing soon. It's been way too long since I've given them any real attention, and I've been itching to write them the last couple days. Anyway here's the mini fic. Enjoy!
Serah settles down into bed as Lightning stares at her through her webcam. It's well past midnight on Lightning's night off and Serah, unfortunately, has class in the morning. But, of course, they can make the best of what little time they have.
"I miss you Serah," Lightning says. There's a small delay and a tiny hiccup in the video feed as Lightning relaxes against the living room couch in a dark tank top. It's hard to see, but what does Serah expect with shitty college internet?
"You too. I wish we could talk more." Serah's sitting on her bed, back against the wall. She wishes it's Lightning she's pressing her back against but hell.
Lightning studies her, silent, before tilting her head up, as if looking Serah down.
"I want you to do something for me."
This late?
"What is it, Light?"
"I miss your voice. Tell me how much you missed me."
Serah glances at her roommate's side of the room. The redhead shifts on her bed, sprawled out from a night of partying, obviously too tired to wake up.
Serah puts her hand near her mouth as if trying to stifle her voice. "Everything. I miss everything about you. Your eyes, your hair. How brave you are."
"Anything else?" Lightning's voice rumbles.
Serah can't help the tug at her lips. "Everything about you, Light. What more do you want?"
"You miss my fingers?"
Oh. Light's in one of those moods. Okay, then.
"Yes," Serah whispers.
"What'd you say?"
Louder, this time. "I said yes."
Lightning bites her lip in that cocky fucking way she does when she knows she's getting what he wants. Damn her.
She blinks twice. "What about my mouth?"
Serah gulps, nearly ripping a small moan from her throat. "I do."
"Don't you want it right now?"
Damn the stupid distance between them.
Serah nods, a bit too eager for her tastes. Desperate isn't how she wants to portray herself right now.
Lightning chuckles, leaning back into the living room couch. It's dark in the room and her eyes seem to glow with a mischievous light.
"Can you show me where?"
As a precaution, Serah plugs her headphones all the way into the jack, making sure Lightning's voice doesn't slip into the darkness of her dorm room.
"Just... show you?"
Lightning nods once. "I want you to touch yourself."
Serah's eyes widen and dart to her roommate - still asleep, thank Etro - before returning to Lightning. "Right now?"
"Yeah."
She's not opposed to this, but she has to make it quiet. Her hand reaches lower, under her laptop right into her pajama shorts. They brush over skin, over the stubble of hair there. Her gaze sets on Lightning's smug form, and Serah bites her lip, lowering her eyes from the confidence that exudes from her sister.
"You there?" Lightning asks.
Serah nods in response, eyes half-lidded. Her toes curl as she brushes against herself. A breath expels from her nose, and her mouth parts. Lightning must be loving this, but if she wants a show, then she'll certainly get one.
Lightning clenches her jaw a few times, Serah notices. "How much do you miss me now?"
Ugh, damn her. Serah angles the webcam further down, giving Lightning a better show of the motion of her hands.
"More than I should. Too fucking much."
"You swearing, babe?"
"Mmm... just for you, Light."
"Just for me?"
Serah runs a finger over her clit, sighing. "Just for you. All for you."
"Bite the pillow, Serah."
She obeys, incisors and canines gripping pillow fabric. She pushes her ass up further, brushing against the front of Lightning's pants.
Lightning has visited, finally, but Serah's roommate is right there! Sleeping, sure, but how fucked up would it be if she wakes up and sees Serah with her pajama shorts and underwear at her knees and face pressed into the bed by her own sister? What a dilemma...
Serah grates out a groan into the pillow underneath her, cheeks hot and red as she keeps her eyes focused on her roommate as she's been told. 'Watch her,' Lightning told her, 'we don't want her waking up at a bad time.' Oh, great.
Really, she's ecstatic Lightning came at all, but why does she have to be like this?
Lightning runs a finger up her ribs - dammit, Serah's shirt is riding up, that's not good - and hums to herself as she's most likely admiring the view. She does this when she's in control for some reason, probably exerting her dominance or possibly because she likes to be a fucking asshole, Serah doesn't know which. All she has to do is keep quiet and keep her eyes on her roommate. Easy enough.
"Are you keeping watch?" Lightning whispers.
"Yes."
"Good girl. Now, moan for me, kitten. I wanna hear you purr. I miss that voice of yours."
How vulgar.
Serah's eyes waver, but the moan comes out fluctuating, ending with a low growl in the pit of her throat. Lightning isn't going to like the sass, but Serah doesn't care.
As she suspects, Lightning grasps the back of her neck and presses her into the mattress. Serah gyrates on instinct, and a proper moan rips from her throat instead.
Her roommate stirs, shifting slightly, but doesn't wake. Oh Etro, what the fuck?
"Close call. Don't do it again. Am I clear?"
That commanding timbre has always had a feral grip on her, and without skipping a beat, Serah utters a meek apology. "Yes…"
There's some shifting behind her, Serah notices, and before long, the familiar wetness of an eager tongue explores her lower lips and beyond.
Fuck. The teasing and begging stage. She isn't going to make it, she knows. They're gonna get caught. Her eyes water, and the sudden pang of embarrassment seeps into her core. Of course, this is exactly what Lightning desires, and admittedly, it's exciting.
"You know what I want, don't you?" Lightning rubs a hand over Serah's raised ass cheek.
Serah's throat is dry, and it's starting to close. "Yeah…"
"Get to it."
Serah feels Lightning pull away from her, but she knows that's her cue. So she begins, pressing her head into the bed as much as possible, keeping her eyes on the person across the room. She spreads her legs as far as they can with her undergarments around her knees. Her back arches, and she whispers, just low enough for Lightning to hear.
"Please, Lightning? Please. Fuck me?"
