Lightning's home.

That's what they told you when you and Vanille got back from shopping. Vanille said you lit up four kinds of bright, but you barely had time to listen to her giggle and coo before thoughts of your head between Lightning's thighs had you turning and heading for the door. You told her you'd see her later and to tell Sazh you dropped in, and then you were skipping down the front steps and bolting for your car.

The GC keeps Lightning busy out in the field, and some days you're out as far as Taejin's Tower clearing the roads for traders and travellers alike. There's scarce time when the two of you are in town together, and when you are, you split your time between screwing each other into the night and sleeping through the day so you can do it all over again.

So it's not your fault when you get to thinking about the way Light took you hard on the couch, pressed her fingers between your legs and held the back of your head so she could kiss all the air right out you while you writhed beneath her. Just the thought warms you and has you flexing your fingers against the leather of the wheel, licking your lips and thinking of all the ways you've ever wanted to use your kitchen counters.

If your thighs are squeezing together by the time you're pulling up in the driveway, who could blame you? Just the sight of her velocycle parked there brings a smile to your face, and you let a quick, excited little breath and swing open the door, taking the steps to the front door in one bound.

"Honey, I'm home," you call into the house. The lights are on, but the only sound is of water running. You grin. She must have known you were coming. No sense in making her wait any longer, especially when the ache between your legs is becoming more and more of a bother.

So you head for the bathroom, shrugging off your jacket on the way there, and make your voice go low, "You been in there long, Sunshine?"

But when you go to turn the knob, you're met with resistance, and for a moment you're stopped with confusion. Then you laugh, quick and barely amused.

"Forgot something, did you?" you call.

There's no answer, and after a long moment you knock on the door. "Lightning, you gonna leave me out here all by my lonesome?" You're still smiling, but it's fading fast.

From within the bathroom, you can hear her begin to hum, softly at first but getting louder. You try the handle again, but when it still won't budge, you grunt and knock on the door again. "Hey Light!" You're sure you're louder than the water, but she doesn't stop her humming and won't give you an answer.
It's half a second before you know what game she's playing, and you clench your teeth and go tight in the shoulders. "Oh, I get it," you say, more than just a little bothered. "Well, see what you get from me tonight then, sweetheart!"

You stomp away from the bathroom door and pass the kitchen. You give one long, longing look at the counters and then huff and run your fingers through your hair in disbelief that Lightning chose to play this game with you.

It's been too damn long, you think bitterly as you march on to the bedroom.

You fall back into the bed and fist your hands in your hair, groaning and hating the world. Down the hall, Lightning carries on like she's not a care in the world, and there's a part of you that hates her too—hates her enough to want to drag your nails down her thighs and kiss her with your teeth.

And ain't that just what you need—to run your fingers across her skin, along her curves, through her hair and map everything with teeth and tongue. Figures she'd be locked up and just out of reach.

You groan again and can't help the way your mind wanders.

She's in there, probably grinning to herself because she knows you're out here suffering, and she's naked and dripping and smelling like strawberries. You can see the smoothness of her skin like you were there with her, see the muscle and her firm arse like they're right in front of you.

You can't help but wonder if she's in there, back against the tile, fingers between her legs, the most perfect expression of need on her pretty features. Is she biting her thumb to keep from moaning, her face all scrunched up because she knows she's close and it's everything she can do to keep her legs from failing and her fingers working within her?

You lick your lips and let out a shallow puff of air. The seam of your jeans is tight against you, and your thoughts aren't doing nothing to help, so you go for the fly and shimmy out of them. It's almost too easy to imagine Lightning's pulling them off you, actually giving you the time of day.
She'd spread your legs and lay her hands on the tops of your thighs. She'd press her fingers along your stomach, eyes so keen on you, so unabashed and so alive. She'd keep looking at you even as her tongue found your clit, her fingers curling inside you. You'd be done quick, and all the while she'd keep on with her eyes and her fingers and her mouth, and she'd keep you riding out your pleasure for long after it should have been done and gone.

Or she'd pull you from the bed, press your back against the wall and keep her lips right by your ear, telling you all the things she was going to do to you. Make you moan, make you beg. Make you never want anyone else. Then she'd press her mouth to your neck and stroke you hard and quick, driving you to the point where your legs can barely hold up and she's got to place a hand at your hip to keep you steady.

All you can think is of all the wonderful things Lightning could do to you with her eyes, her voice, her fingers and tongue. You're crossing your legs hard and biting your lip, and goddamn if she doesn't hurry up, you know you'll go crazy.

But just the thought of her sucking at your neck, her hand cupping your breast, her fingers curling deep inside you has you out of breath and pressing your own fingers against the fabric of your underwear.

It's only a bit of a relief because the Lightning in your head is moving faster, making you shudder and gasp and throw your head back with her name on your lips, and you can't hope to compete with that, but you pick up the pace anyway because you're damn well gonna try.

You roll your tongue, have to remember to breathe, but Lightning just keeps on, hovering over you and smiling down, eyes hooded, her fingers where yours are, urging you on.

She's pushing you hard, fingers right where you need them and mouth hot against yours, and you nearly forget she's not really here, that's it's your fingers making you jump and jerk and tremble instead of hers. You're gasping for air and all the while your head is twisting into the sheets for all the jolts of pleasure rocking your hips up and out. You're close, so close, and it's getting harder and harder to keep seeing her there, giving you what you need and taking everything you got, so you just focus on the press of your fingers and wait to crest.

But then the bed dips, and your eyes pop open to see the real thing sitting there, warm and wet and inviting with those smoky eyes and that damn smile and nothing to hide her curves but a towel. You lurch forward, out of breath and eternally thankful she's here, but when you start to talk, she slides in behind you, kisses your neck, and tells you, "Don't mind me."

"Light," she start to say, and it comes out strained and more than just a little needy.
She doesn't pay you a bit of mind, re

aching around your waist, her towel and wet skin right against your back, and takes hold of your wrist and brings it back to your clit. You groan because you think you've finally got her, but she just presses against your fingers to press against you, and she leads you back into stroking quick, hurried circles against yourself.

You can't tell if you care because she's right there, her nails scratching against your hipbones, her thighs squeezing around yours, her voice right in your ear telling you come on, come on, come on Fang, and everything is hot and shaky and bright, and you can't breathe because all the air's left you in one gasp of oh!

Spots explode behind your lids, and nothing's real except the nails scraping up your thighs and the shallow breaths in your ear and the way every bit of you tingles and hums, warm and happy.

"Couldn't wait ten minutes, could you?" Her voice is smugly pleased, but it's low with want.

You lean back into her, breathing as steady as you can for all your body buzzes and thrums in time with the beat of your heart. She's got her hands on your hips, and you grasp at her wrist. The back of your shirt is cool and wet. You turn, slowly, to look at her.

Her body is slick with water, and her towel has dragged down to the swell of her breasts. She pushes a strand of brown hair behind your ear, still smiling so perfectly. You lean forward to give her a quick kiss, nipping at her bottom lip.

"You're a real bitch, you know that Light?" you ask, and she just smiles and pulls you down by the shoulders over her.

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