A/N: A little warning, the dream below is slightly mature but nothing too graphic so just a beware when reading.
Day5: The Cloud's blocked out the morning sky...
The lone figure rolled from side to side restlessly, pink strands splattered across the white pillows. The coastal breeze slipped through the open window on the side of the bed. It's air gently brushed against the exposed shoulders trailing up her neck and finally whispering in the woman's ear. The soft hush of the ocean crept into the half conscience mind still trapped in a dream. Although the sight of the wall was skewed the sight of the boy in her dream was clear.
They were in the living room. Lightning sat with one leg crossed, her skirt topped with the white vest and brown turtle-nick under neath. The cold steel of her sword rested in the palm of one hand, the handle gripped by the other. The light blue orbs stared intently at the boy infront of her. He was positioned on the couch at fourteen years old with the same apparel he wore six years ago. His eyes stared back without any form of emotion on his face. Her mind stepped into reality for moment as the dresser on the other side of the room came into focus, the clock read 8:50. As quickly as the mind traveled to conscience it was pulled back into the dream. The boy now stood before the pink haired soldier, his viewpoint met hers at the same level. The warm touch of his finger tips could be felt slowly running up the length of her thigh creeping up her skirt. Feeling his fingers crawling closer the gaze was broken as her orbs fell down at the boy's hands covered by the brown skirt. Trying to prevent the boy from reaching it's destination the woman opened her mouth. No words were spoken. In shock the woman tried once more to voice her objection. Nothing. Panic filled the woman, seeing as her verbal resistance was futile her next natural instinct was to grab the boy's wrist. Her body trembled as the boy took advantage of the lifeless woman. Why couldn't she move? This was wrong. She clenched her teeth as the boy fondled the still woman before him. Yet as much as she wanted him to stop, the pleasure of his fingers consumed her. Continuing to touch the woman, Hope leaned into Lightning's face stopping inches from nose contact. Once again the walls returned to her. The soldier checked the clock which read 9:00. As eyes closed the dream returned. Lightning scanned the boy's face, the platinum locks were glowing from the light shining through the window behind her, the two eyes under bloomed like two water drops against a lush green leaf. His face moved away from her sight, his face caressed hers. The warm cheeks rubbed slowly against her neck gently planting kisses as he trailed up to the woman's lips. The loud ringing of the sword contacting the floor echoed in the room with the two beings meeting at the lips. Eye widened in shock as her limbs shivered ferociously at the same time the center of her chest sunk to her spine sending a buzz throughout the woman's nerves. Her heart was beating erratically as she searched the sealing. The disturbed woman let out a long moan under her breathe as she turned over to the clock. 9:30.
Sitting up right, Lightning stared at the ground aimlessly shivering as the cold wind circulated about the room. Wrapped in the white blanket the figure sauntered to the open window. Closing the glass panel she stepped out of the bedroom into the living room where she was met with the familiar hiss of steam escaping from the coffee maker. The living room was filled with an assortment of bedlam that replaced the day-to-day silence. From the coffee maker, the steam hissed exponentially along with the rapid boiling water, to her left she could hear the chatter of a man and a woman emitting from the screen.
Lightning-who was covered head to toe by the blanket- peered from under the hood like formation of the blanket at the couch where her guest had supposedly stayed. Pink strands layed between the blue orbs as they shifted forward to the man who entered the living room from the kitchen.
"Good morning. I made some coffee. Hope you don't mind me using your appliances..." Hope returned to his couch with a coffee mug in hand.
"No it's fine."Her eyes followed the man to his seat where she admired him from her position. He was wearing black mid-thigh breifs and a white t-shirt. After having, stared for some time, Lightning joined Hope on the couch across from him. Recalling her nightmare, she intended on making the erotic dream a reality.
The man was too focused on his entertainment that he hadn't noticed the woman across from him. Noticing his concentration she intended on averting his attention towards just needed to a place to begin.
"So what are you watching?" She asked with a failed attempt to sound playfully seductive. It was weird...And they both knew it.
"Um...You get a cold last night...?" He responded with one brow raised.
Seeing as things weren't going her way, she figured that she would try a more obvious approach by lowering the blanket low enough that she was exposing her bare shoulders. "I think I might've..." Lowering the the blanket exposing a small showing of cleavage. "I am feeling a little hot."
Immediately after exposing herself, he not only realize that she was attempting advances upon him but that she was completely naked underneath the white covers.
Hope couldn't believe the situation he was in. Is she really coming on to me? Hope's face reddened. It was true that his greatest hope's were coming true before him; that the woman he longed for had in fact shared the same attraction he had for her. Although Hope wanted to accept there was apart of him that wanted to take things slowly and see whether or not her attraction was really for him.
"I-I...Um..." As his eyes attacked the pink-hued skin his face darkened, the steam from the pot hissing louder in correspondence to his increasing blush.
"What's wrong Hope?" Lightning's leg crossed as it surfaced from under the blanket.
Both reaching the boiling point, Hope's voice was overlayed by the boisterous fizz of the coffee pot. "I'll be right back." Hope called as he rushed to the bathroom where he could have privacy to recollect himself.
A little disappointed that Hope didn't force his way upon her, the pink-haired woman smiled at the results.
What should I do...His mind was heavy with the surprised outcome of the mornings events. Okay...Maybe I can use this, but how? Hope began to recall previous events, the shared slices of cake, the offer to stay in her home...It wasn't just coincidence. It was then that he realized that there was no way of getting around it. He was ready to take advantage of the situation provided. Alright... Let's do this.
Hope stepped out of the bathroom wearing a pair of green and white pajamas with his t-shirt as he entered the living room casually. There he saw his crush in her pink pajamas and brown tank sitting on his couch.
"You alright?" Lightning's cool had returned however she seemed relaxed as if a heavy burden was lifted off her shoulders.
"I just went to change." Hope reassured. The living room was dim from the dark clouds that veiled the sky. The only room was illuminated by the small lamps in the corners of the room.
"Well seeing as it's cold and dark outside, i figured we share the day just me and you." Lightning offered.
Hope smiled as he could see that the day was going to be interesting. "Sure. Sounds like a plan."
Day5: The two sat on together in the bedroom...
Finishing an early dinner, the two found themselves sitting together on Lightning's bed after giving Hope a tour of her room. The two were discussing matters of the past as a movie played-which neither of them were really interested in.
"You were so mean to me back then!" Hope laughed. "Well at the beginning anyway."
Lightning smirked at the man who had become delirious due to the combination of staying up and having a full dinner.
"But I do owe you...I could've been a dead that night..." Hope had brought up the night that Lightning saved him from her eidolon. "I remember you holding your chest in pain...your l'cie brand..."
The soldier looked at the man who was now resting his head on one of the two pillows. "You were such a needy kid back then..."
"Was...not..."Hope began to succumb to his lack of sleep. "Hey Light?..."
"Hope?" She wondered.
"Can...you...show me...wh-where...your brand use to...be?"
Lighting who was watching the movie shot a surprising glance at the man who was now sleeping. Leaving the room she made her way throughout the home locking the doors and closing the windows as she routinely did. Returning to the room she proceeded to turning off the and lights exept for the desk lamp on the side of the into bed, Lighting sat with the blanket covering her legs as she watched Hope. It was moments after watching him that she found herself once again in an uncomfortable position as Hope muttered under his breathe.
"...Mom?"
Like that fated night many years ago, Lighting responded softly. "Not then. Not now..." Slipping under the sheets, her body lay on it's side; back facing the man beside her, for the first time in years Claire Farron fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to update, once I get my free time figured out I plan on updating the same time consecutively. Hope you guy's didn't find chapter 5 too boring, I had difficulty trying to write this bit. I tried to keep the dream as appropriate as possible without making it too mature. Anyways... I hope that you guys will continue to read and review!
Thanks!