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Waking to the note touched Serah's warm heart, especially with Fang just down below, cooking so sweetly. Serah warmed that it meant something that Fang trusted her alone. Standing from the bed, Serah switched out the sheets and balled the dirty ones in a basket for fresh wash.
Serah went to Fang's closet to pick out a shirt. She grabbed one of Fang's at random, but then caught a glimpse of herself in Fang's mirror. She patted at her hair that needed a wash, eyes actually on the bruise that'd cut into her neck. She shouldn't really go around broadcasting that. Serah inspected it close to check if cover up would do, but the wound proved too deep. With imprints of Fang's teeth where the woman had drawn blood, she'd need something thicker to cover this one up.
Serah hung Fang's shirt back, eying the rest of the clothes, which caught on one of Claire's favorite turtlenecks. That would actually do quite nice. In something of Claire's, Fang might even feel more comfortable even yet, around something subtly familiar that'd remind her of Claire. Serah liked that; it was one of the small things she could do to make herself more like Claire, warmer like the woman Fang knew she loved. She might as well do this right while she was at it.
Taking the eggshell turtleneck from the hanger, Serah carried it over to the mirror to measure against her. Normally both around the same size, with a little more bust to Claire, Serah had lost some weight now. She'd hate to remind Fang of it.
Measuring by eye in the mirror, Serah paused.
Vanille wouldn't like that. Nor Gadot, nor Lebreau. They'd find her in Claire's clothes almost as bad as the hickey and would give her sideways looks, maybe even brave to ask. Serah didn't want that. On second thought, dressing in her sister's clothes… it'd just garner too many questions, maybe they'd even decide the doctor had been right about Fang if they thought Serah couldn't hold the cruel facade of ignoring her. Serah wouldn't see her locked up.
She put the garment back.
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Stepping out from the shower, Serah dressed and hurried back to the bed, but Fang hadn't returned yet. She snuggled back in and waited, daisy fresh for her lover while Serah's mind wandered, rehearsing all the beautiful things Fang had done to her last night.
Breakfast in bed came later. Better yet was the Yun on top who stirred her between the legs. Fang smiled at her sweetly, idly peeling an orange fruit while Serah sat with the emptying feast before her. "You smell warm."
Serah's tummy tickled. She wanted to hug Fang again for the consideration she gave, all these small, pleasant surprises that she serviced Serah with. Serah could see how easy it must've been for Claire to fall for her, Fang was always so sweet.
Serah leaned over and kissed her, loving lips so honeyed.
"Later," Serah promised, "After Lebreau and Vanille leave."
Fang's eyes burned so bright, Serah could feel the warmth flood her soul. And other places too.
"You're eating well."
Serah checked her almost-empty plate. "You worked up my appetite."
"Could you eat more?"
Serah felt full, almost bursting of good food, but Fang would like it if she ate, and it might come with a tummy rub. Hard-pressed to pass up one of those, Serah let Fang take her plate. "Not too much."
Fang kissed her, standing up. "I'll help it feel better."
The suggestive nature it could be taken did nothing to help the tingles. Serah wanted her back just as soon as she'd gone, but reasoned Fang would be happier too once she came back inside. Serah twiddled her aching toes, wondering how many times she'd squeezed them last night to make them so sore now. Ooh, Fang was so good. Serah pictured every blissful minute, how she'd loved her so… cherished her. That was the word. Fang had cherished her last night.
Serah cherished her too. She'd work on her speech more, too. Fang would like that, appearing more like the Claire she knew.
The opening door interrupted her thoughts. Serah beamed for it, unable to contain that. "Fang, I'm so— "
Lebreau showed up in the doorway. Serah hushed at once.
"Serah," Lebreau entered, softly shutting the door behind her. "How are you?"
Rapidly fretting would answer that. Glad she'd found one of her own turtlenecks in the stack Vanille had brought, Serah replied, tentative. "I'm okay…"
"Do you mind if I sit?" Serah shook her head, prompting Lebreau to take Fang's spot on the bed. "Serah," Lebreau started again, slower. "How are you really?"
Serah swallowed hard, trying to salvage her dwindling spirit. She had to be strong, lest Lebreau suspect she hadn't exactly been playing out the doctor's orders. Should she try for sympathy? That would buy her some time, but some time not enough. No, Serah had to be resolute here. She had to be strong like Claire, unwavering when challenged. She would tell Lebreau how it was, how the doctor's orders were cruel.
"I'm really okay," Serah straightened semi-consciously. "Fang and I are doing better. We're trying to function again."
Lebreau nodded once, then up at the room. "You moved into her bedroom."
"It's just for sleep," Serah hurriedly said, "Fang's more comfortable in here. Neither of us sleep well without… someone there. And Fang's been wanting to be someplace she feels safe. I think… I think it helps that she can be in here. It reminds her, you know? And it's safe. Maybe being in here… maybe it'll help her wake up, so close to all the pictures and memories." Wow, scary thought. Serah hoped not. Fang wasn't ready to wake up from this yet.
"I've noticed…" Lebreau waited another moment. Serah wished she could read minds. "Noticed you two pulling together, and the changes in Fang. Improvements in her health, functionality, and yours."
"But?"
Lebreau gave her a look she couldn't quite read. "But she hasn't come out of it, or showed signs of mental improvement." She sighed, seeming tired. "Your heart's in the right place Serah, and I know you're still healing, but I'm not sure the familiarity is helping her state. Being in Light's room, this house, it's all filled with memories for her, but she's not differentiating them from you. Rather, her memories are just replacing you in them."
"I won't leave her," Serah's tone fell meek then, "I can't, Lebreau. I'm not ready. And she isn't either. Fang's still dependent on my illusion of Claire."
"I know, Serah," Serah twitched, breath half held, "I just… I think you should both leave this place more. Go places Lightning didn't usually, avoid sleeping in this room, the things that remind her. Like the doctor said. Distance your image from Light's in her mind with the small things first, after grow." Lebreau sighed again and as if seeing her the first time, she physically appeared exhausted. Serah even spotted a few grays in her dark hair. She wondered when they'd appeared there. "We can beat her illusion, Serah. I just worry, seeing you turn into her like this. I don't think it's how we'll help."
"Lebreau," Serah touched her hand, drawing Lebreau's eyes, "Are you okay?"
Lebreau tried to smile, but couldn't hide the sad. She leaned over then and reached around an arm. She brought Serah close and kissed the side of the girl's head. "Get better for me and I will too."
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When Fang returned, Serah redirected them downstairs for Lebreau's good sake and announced their plans to go shopping today. Vanille regretfully pushed back plans to visit Lebreau's again for work interference, and Lebreau kissed them both, offering her phone free to call during the day for any needs.
Serah and Fang took off the markets alone.
Following a portion of Lebreau's advice, they went someplace different. The old market road held too many memories for both, and Serah didn't want to startle Fang's memories of it, so instead they went opposite, checking out the further marts.
Serah had been shopping with Fang before, but it'd always been different then. Where she'd always separated off with Vanille to pick their items, Fang had always stayed with Claire pushing their carts, sometimes accompanied by Snow and Gadot. Now that was her place, and they had no one else there running off to pick. Serah rather liked the change of pace next to Fang.
"Beans?" Fang made a face.
"They're good for you!" Serah countered, starting what seemed to grow as an item-by-item debate.
"Lots of things are good for you that you shouldn't put in your mouth. Like insects."
"Or you."
Fang pouted. Serah put the beans down and kissed her quick in the private aisle. "I'll always put you in my mouth."
"Hard now."
Serah chuckled, absolutely delighted. She wondered about Claire again, if she regularly did this to Fang so much. "We're gonna get kicked out for your rude pointing."
"I can rectify that with your help."
"Bad Fang," Serah almost contained the smile. Fang smiled back and kissed her head.
"Lead on."
They spent another hour picking produce and meaty foods, another half debating sea salt's healthier aspects to Fang's insistence on regular. Serah eventually made face of giving up, then switched out the salts when Fang had turned. It'd always been the salt they'd given Claire to cook.
Fang took the grocery bags as she always did, loaded down with six in each hand and four milks, but not even showing a strain. Halfway home, Serah darted towards a lake. "Look, look! Lilly pads!"
Some noise rustled behind her of Fang putting down the bags. Serah waited for her to come beside her— and cried out in surprise when two arms gripped around her mid-tackle, crashing them both into the lake. "Fang!" Serah wrestled with the stronger woman in water, unable to even touch. When she failed to pull decent ground in their squabble, she suddenly found herself lifted above water and above Fang's head. "Fang, don't you dare."
Fang glanced up at her eyes, tilting Serah so she could see her. Serah gave her the stern eye. Fang's mouth turned up at the edges. "Fang," she was still smiling. Serah would give her something to smile about. She kicked away up and off, falling herself, then rounded around Fang deep under water. Clothes weighing her something heavy, Serah came up and sprung on her back. Fang crashed under the water and surfaced with a piggyback.
Almost effortlessly, she reached back and grabbed Serah's soaked shoulders. Serah squeaked as her world flipped upsidedown, legs pulling free from Fang under her power. She slapped to the water's surface back-first, not too hard, then surfaced to Fang's lips.
Serah gasped out, breathless, held floating by Fang.
"You're still light," Fang reported, alongside her to hold. Serah felt her fingers in the water probe her small body. She closed her eyes in relaxation. "Getting a little better, though. We should work to make you stronger. Spar or something, keep the muscles moving."
"I'd like that," Serah said and meant it, "You can tea… help me get strong. We can run too, and workout in the park." She doubted Fang would take her into fiend territory. Not at this stage, anyway. But maybe if she grew tough…
"Swimming works all muscles," Fang glanced down the lake. "Want to swim?"
They worked together. More a sport of muscular strength, Fang far excelled her here, but she kept pace with Serah and doubled back when too far ahead, coaching them both through laps until exhaustion took Serah, hunger gnawing at her belly. Fang fished her out herself and lay Serah on the grassy knoll.
She doubled back to their groceries and made lunch of behemoth breast on cheese and bread. Fang drank from the milk gallon, then passed it over to Serah, who grinned and drank too, with Fang's help easing it up, muscles sore from pumping hard. Fang made another sandwich and pushed a second to Serah.
"I'll need help if I'm gonna eat that,"
Fang reclined her in the grass, fingers brushing up her tummy. "Ooh," Serah relaxed down, glad for the quiet of a mid-day work week in the park. Fang pushed her shirt up over her belly where her fingers danced. "That's perfect," Serah moaned, loving so much those fingers.
"Sandwich," Fang reminded their agreement. Serah took a bite to show her. Seeming pleased, Fang momentarily disappeared from beside her.
Serah gasped at the first lick before Fang's teeth took the spot of her fingers, even better to soothe. Sandwich all but forgotten, she lay there heaving as Fang played with her stomach, licking all over her abs and biting. She lingered at the button, then gnawed a spot over Serah's stomach, bringing such heat to an exhausted, worked body. Serah squeaked, all for it when Fang's fingers dipped into her skirt and beyond. She rolled on her side moaning, clenched over fingers.
"Hey, what're you doing!" A voice shouted from somewhere else. Serah opened her eyes to see a park ranger draw near.
"Look!" She squirmed until Fang left her, only after the ranger had pulled up.
The ranger pulled off his chocobo with a scowl. "This is public property! No shenanigans allowed! Go on you two, pack up and get outta here."
Serah took Fang's hand to make sure. Fang went along aside her, packing up for home under the glaring gaze of a watchful guard. They trod on home, Fang grumbling with a glare. "Find another park… fucking rent-a-COMs… bastard."
When they reached home, she'd been soothed, kissed a few times and promised after groceries to make up the park time. Serah began putting them all away with Fang's assistance, storing all their goods in the fridge and various cupboards. When she reached the bread and pulled up to the counter, Serah paused. Fang had stored the knives in there. Debating whether or not to risk alarming her in reaching up and half curious if she'd still be scared, Serah felt a hard press just above her butt, followed by arms that circled around her stomach. Serah closed her eyes in bliss, leaning back, knowing Fang.
"Claire," the hot word breathed into her ear, musky and warm, shivering right to her core like that hard, insistent press. Serah shuddered in all her glory, so moved by that hiss. Fang turned her in her arms, pressing Serah's back to the counter, hands wrapped over her ass under Serah's small skirt. They squeezed her so tight, full of promise.
Serah's eyes dropped to the bulge so painfully contained. She reached for Fang's zipper and carefully tugged it down, loosing her jeans enough to fall, leaving Fang poking straight in boxers. Serah reached a hand inside as Fang had done at the park. She fondled Fang's tip, making her quake.
Serah nudged the boxers down over her hips till they fell too, revealing Fang in all her glory that she fondled so. Her panties ripped away in a flash, feet lifting off the ground as Fang slid her to the counter instead, stepping in till they nudged. Serah gasped, not even sure she could take Fang yet who poised at her opening and kissed her. Fang started pushing in. "Fang!" Serah gawked and parted their lips, eyes closing at the initial budge. "Fang," Serah meekly tried to ease her racing heart, "Skirt." She looked up to those eyes, so captivating clear, green like the deepest stones Serah had ever seen. "I wanna see."
Serah's skirt ripped next. She didn't even mind, for now she had the picture of Fang's girth between her legs, barely nosing her opening enough to part her legs. That scar along her leg marred her even there, so prominent, huge, yet... fitted to Fang. Fang wasn't a wholesome thing, the physical evidence of it just... fit her, almost in a way that made Serah pant. "Okay," Serah encouraged, reclining a little back to angle. "Okay, I'm ready."
Fang pushed inside.
Walls damp, but not nearly wet enough, Serah gaped but kept her eyes open, knuckles white gripping the counter as Fang slid herself inside, glorious inch by glorious inch, tilling Serah like a tight inflation that stretched her so perfectly fit, fit enough to cry what a flawless woman she was, struggling even just to keep her eyes open for it. Serah stretched till there was no more, then gaped at a final shove that had her weeping of lust all over Fang's dick, Fang's beautiful dick that fit her just perfect, with lips now on her own, kissing her to no end. Serah peeped and bucked at her first pull away, both wanting and not for her to fuck her hard, but for the terrible moments that she left a gaping hole.
Serah choked at first thrust and encouraged all the more, shoving herself up to Fang on the hammer. Her body clenched by itself, needing no incentive to thrill. Serah rejoiced in the cupping of her bottom ass, that part still off the counter that Fang clung to to slam hard. Her other steadied a shaking arm, gripping her so tight with a push, lips captivating her in a trance that made her squeeze till she couldn't anymore, till Fang had milked her every nerve that screamed in the ecstasy of her arms. Serah broke inside with a flood of gushing heat that washed over Fang still hard and pumping. She screamed and grabbed her love.
Serah rested her head till Fang gushed too, flooding her with the power of her seed that had Serah whimpering, warmer than ever inside. She kissed Fang's neck meekly, then buried her face there. "I'll get better," Serah promised quietly, so afraid she'd disappointed. Compared to what Claire could've done, she must've lasted so small. "So I don't come so fast."
"Incredible," Fang kissed her cheek, hot breath right in her ear. "You're incredible, Claire."
Serah breathed real harsh, real tired after their day. "I'll go again if you want," she gasped that air, "I'll—I'll—"
Fang kissed her and shut her up. Arm moving under Serah's legs, other raising on her back, she scooped her and started up. Serah glanced back at the counter with half a fright. "But the counter! I have to—the counter needs—"
"I'll get it." Fang shushed, "Rest, love." Serah relaxed back in her arms. Fang smiled down at her, and it was warm. It was right.
Serah would give life and soul for this woman.
She dozed before they'd even reached their shared bedroom door.
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Serah woke abusively early, the clock telling her two am, though she felt rested enough. She wriggled away from Fang, not without effort, and found her ripped skirt in the garbage downstairs, Claire's phone taken out and left on the table. Serah collected it up and checked the messages and logged chats, finding them thankfully empty. She checked the home phone next and found a message of Fang telling Vanille they were both exhausted. Vanille hadn't shown tonight. Serah was glad for that.
Happily checking a spotless kitchen where Fang had fucked her against the counter, Serah hobbled back upstairs, sore as all tomorrow, and paid a visit to the bathroom. Still not tired after, she practiced her linguistics again to sound more natural, a practice she'd taken to in private time the past few days. Serah stared at herself in the mirror a short time after that and touched her cheek experimentally, turning this way, then that. She'd fill out for Fang better soon.
Deciding to try to do something about the aches, Serah settled in for a bath and took leisure time stretching to get the kinks, which made it a little better, though she wasn't sure how much she'd be able to take Fang again today, and that was something Serah wanted. She wanted to give to Fang as much as the woman wanted, like Claire, so she wouldn't top out so bad. Because being good for Fang… mmm. Serah loved it, even the thought of it. No nooby to making love, she wasn't as good as Claire. Not yet. But she would be. Fang needed that kind of love.
She could picture it too, the pleased delight on her face as she came in Serah again and again without break. And how great would it be if she gave her a double orgasm? Serah had only done that to Snow before, but being able to do it for Fang? That would be a feat. Calling her name as she came so hard, it sounded so sweet in Serah's trained ear. Claire.
Serah startled at a twist inside her, only then noticing the fingers between her legs. She blinked at them, completely oblivious to how they'd gotten there, but she felt slick inside, slicker than the water gave. Serah relaxed and fingered some more, sinking deeper into the water as she touched one of her breasts. She winced at another clench, but kept going, so curious if she could actually make herself come.
Serah closed her eyes and pictured her, Fang in her tan, naked beauty, scarred almost every inch in the most perfect ways known to man. With breasts enough to cup, or bite— ohh! –the way she felt lying on top, a weight so pleasant that didn't crush, a weight Serah supported because she felt so right, was so right, especially with her like that, pressed to her body, pumping her like no tomorrow, squeezing that luscious dick into her so bad, stretching her for all her worth until she squeezed, she squeezed uncontrollably and— ack!
Serah stiffened, breath caught on the inhale as lubricating cum greased her fingers under the water from between clenched legs. Serah exhaled slowly, heart pounding quite fast.
Wow.
Serah had never touched herself before, not outside a sexual experience with someone else. But here she was in the bathtub jacuzzi, alone with her mind and thoughts on Fang. And she'd orgasmed.
How… liberating.
Serah relaxed a little more inside. She'd be better for Fang yet.