Only Yours

"Fang," Lightning called as she entered the house, closing the door behind her. She used to be much more quiet, mostly out of habit. But Fang had expressed a desire to greet her as soon as she got in, and her greetings could be rather pleasant most of the time, so Lightning had eventually altered her habit.

Plus, she'd been on her feet for the last three days, and at this point would have been more than happy to let Fang carry her inside, as she was wont to do at times.

There was no response, however, and glancing around showed no signs of anyone else around. Her feet ached more at the thought of taking another step.

Still, she set her mind to the task. After hanging up her coat, she was about to step onto the carpet until she noticed the mud on her boots. After a futile effort to glare the mud away, Lightning tugged the boots off with a tired sigh and set them aside to clean off later. She was too worn out to deal with her socks.

She walked into the living room and sat on the couch, accidentally sitting on the hard side of her gunblade. Wincing, she unlatched it and set it aside before leaning back. She kicked her feet up onto the coffee table with a sigh of relief.

I should probably get dinner ready. And then call Fang.

It was her last thought before her head tipped back and she fell asleep.

…

Fingers trailed slowly through her hair, nails dragging gently along her scalp. Few things could wake her with a feeling of such content that was akin to curling up in a warm blanket in front of a fireplace.

She slowly opened her eyes, closing them again as the tender hand made another pass over her head. She tilted her face to the side and tried again.

Fang sat beside her, one leg curled under her as she watched Lightning with a small smile, continuing to comb through her hair.

"Hi."

"Hm." Lightning closed her eyes as Fang brushed her bangs aside. "Where were you?"

"Serah called, said she thought there was a Behemoth wandering around near the school." Lightning started to sit up, but Fang quickly placed a firm hand on her shoulder, along with a quiet shh. The sound was so soothing, the stroke of the hand in her hair so gentle, all the fight drained out of her instantly. If Fang wasn't worried, then things were most likely alright. "I think it's wandered off now. Snow is going to stand watch for a while, just in case," Fang explained, keeping her hand where it was, squeezing slightly. "Why?"Did you miss me?"

Lightning looked at her again. "Yes."

Something flickered across Fang's face. The teasing faded and her expression almost tightened. She leaned closer, sliding her hand from Lightning's shoulder to cup her jaw, and kissed her.

Neither moved. Fang's lips captured hers so fully, so warm and wholesome, that Lightning couldn't think beyond each breath they shared. She stayed still, cradled in Fang's hands.

Fang pulled back slightly, lips leaving hers with a small sound. Their noses bumped as Fang nuzzled against her. "I missed you, too." Fang stroked her hair for a while longer before speaking again. "How'd your trip go?"

"Mm." Lightning mulled the details around in her head, but most of it was blurry and she didn't want to focus on it right now. She summarized. "Fine. Feet hurt."

Fang chuckled softly. She kissed her on the cheek before pulling back. "Here, let me look at that for you."

"You don't have to," Lightning insisted, wanting Fang to return to her side.

"Just lie back," Fang urged, shifting down to the end of the couch so she could pull Lightning's feet into her lap.

Unable to persuade her otherwise, Lightning stretched out, letting Fang pull her socks off.

Then she groaned aloud at the first press of Fang's hands. How could she have said no to this? The woman's foot massages were godly. Her hands were incredibly strong and never seemed to fail from fatigue. She started by using the palm and heel of her hands. Lightning put an arm over her eyes, relaxing into the touch.

A short while into the massage, and Lightning lips were parted. She didn't bother to stop the little sounds of pleasure emerging form her throat.. Fang's thumbs dug into the soles of one foot, working slowly up to her toes, and she nearly moaned. They rubbed around each toe before going back down to her heel and smoothing up her leg a short ways. They returned to her foot, digging deeper with the sides of Fang's thumbs, and Lightning had to put her arm over her mouth to stop herself from really moaning.

"If I didn't know better," Fang said sometime later, a smile in her voice as she moved to Lightning's other foot. "I'd almost think you enjoyed this more than sex."

As soon as Fang finished, Lightning sucked in a breath and lifted her arm away from her mouth. "I might, but." Lightning glanced down at Fang. "Anything with your hands is better."

Fang shifted to put Lightning's legs down on the couch, and then crawled over her on all fours, smiling winningly. She straddled her waist, leaning down as she grabbed Lightning's hands and pinned them above her head.

"You like my hands, huh?"

Lightning kissed her, threading their fingers.

"Only yours, Fang."