Slice of life: Relaxed Dinner

A/N: It's that time of night where I should be sleeping and not writing things because I don't know what I've just written but I think it's fluffy.


Fang listened to the sizzling of the Behemoth steaks, idly clicking a pair of tongs while she watched the clock.

Right... now-

The front door opened on cue and Lightning entered their home. The door closed, followed by the usual rustle of clothing and jingle of keys.

Fang went to greet her spouse. "Hey honey, welcome-" Just as she entered the living room, she caught the tail end of Lightning's cape as she trotted up the stairs to their bedroom.

"I'll be right there, Fang," Lightning called, sounding rushed.

"...home." Fang finished quietly to herself. She squinted, clicking the tongs thoughtfully as she sidled back into the kitchen.

She was in the middle of turning the steaks over when Lightning entered the kitchen, rolling up her sleeves with all the hustle and bustle of a chef working at a restaurant during lunch hour.

"What can I help with?"

"Um..." Fang looked around casually before gesturing toward the island with the tongs. "You can chop those vegetables so I can get'em steamed."

Lightning grabbed one of the larger knives and started work on the helpless broccoli. Fang observed her carve through the greens with brutal efficiency.

Her wife's brow was furrowed in concentration, and there was a line of tension across her shoulders. She was business-like in her movements, devoid of any hesitation as she moved straight from one action to the next. Still, when her blue eyes lifted for a moment there was a softness in them that matched her voice.

"You'll want to get the steamer ready. I'll have these done in a minute."

"'kay," Fang said, tilting her head a little and continuing to watch while leaning back against the counter with her arms and ankles crossed. She listened to the steady chop-chop of the knife along with the sizzling of the steaks.

She set the tongs down and pushed away from the counter to approach Lightning. Placing a hand on the counter near her, she bent forward enough to draw her wife's attention.

"I missed you today."

chop-chop-chop

Lightning cast a quick glance her way, the side of her mouth turning up a bit in a genuine smile. "I missed you, too."

chop-chop-chop

Without the slightest pause, and barely taking her eyes off her task, Lightning leaned over and pecked Fang on the lips.

Just from the quick kiss, Fang could tell that Lightning had yet to wind down.

chop-chop-

"Light." Fang gently grabbed the soldier's hand over the blade, stilling it and the chopping noise. It was almost funny how surprised Lightning was when she looked up, broken from her train of absolute concentration, only to have Fang's mouth cover hers a second later.

Fang held the kiss firmly, feeling the thin line of the soldier's lips begin to soften. She stepped a little closer, allowing her breasts to press into Lightning's arm. She kissed her again, warm and open while running a hand up and down her back, feeling the tension nearly bleed out of her. It wasn't until after Lightning sighed against her that she gently pulled away.

Fang brushed her nose against her cheek, closing her eyes as she saw Lightning do the same.

"I missed you today," she said again, softly. She smiled as Lightning fully relaxed and leaned into her.

"Sorry," Lightning whispered, giving a short, breathy laugh. Fang rubbed their foreheads together, understanding.

Dinner was a quiet, peaceful evening shared between them.