Theme 21: Oddity

Pairing: Squall Leonhart/Lightning Farron

Squall was used to oddities.

Odd behavior, odd happenstances; odd things in general.

Even Lightning's odd requests, he was used to, and fulfilled to the best of his capabilities, though not without an incredulous brow being raised, to which the fair soldier would level with him one of her trademark scowls with folded arms, stubbornly staring at him until he'd eventually sigh and follow through, because she knows she has him wrapped around her thumb much like he has her, and she knows him.

She knows his likes and dislikes and limits, and Lightning loved nothing more than to expose his hidden skeletons, pushing him beyond his self-erected boundaries.

And really she could tell; there was nothing he wouldn't do for her, much like her for him.

But just as easily as Lightning could tell, or prod, or observe when Squall was acting oddly, so could Squall tell when Lightning's actions betrayed an odd mysteriousness.

And if there was one thing they both hated, it was a mystery unsolved, and really, Squall treaded into Lightning's closet of mysteries and desires and secrets just as much as she did him, far too often.

And as such was their norm, they'd let the scene play out and watched and joined and humored the other's odd request, sometimes waiting until such time when they could solve the unsolved mystery or firmly- stubbornly- prodded the other's oddity out of their closet.

So when one odd twilight eve had Lightning presenting Squall- who wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the comfort of her sweetly scented mattress, tired as he was from the long journey towards New Bodhum's embrace- with a single strip of black cloth, obsidian as the jacket he wore, Squall hadn't thought twice against fulfilling such an odd request, his brow raised in his usual incredulous manner to which Lightning responded with a piercing glare and stubborn arms folded just below her breasts.

"I'm going on ahead." Lightning's tone was oddly stiff and reticent, which Squall found odd as it usually was him that would speak with such awkwardness.

Nevertheless, Squall picked up the plates and moved to the kitchen.

His tired mind rested while his hands went through the motions.

Soap on, scrub off.

Rinse, store and repeat.

And then he made his way to Lightning's bedroom, ignoring his travel bag beside the dining table, and sucked in a deep breath as he mentally prepared himself for what Lightning had in mind, grasping the strip of cloth firmly in his hand before placing his other on the knob and twisted and pushed.

Squall tilted his head to the side, heart racing as his eyes feasted on the unusual sight.

"That you, Leonhart?"

His surname stressed the way it was, Squall could tell that Lightning was oddly self-conscious tonight; how could she not be, not when her sense of sight was so deprived?

"Yeah…"

And so he drank in the flesh her pajama shorts laid bare and the tight curves of her sides, drank in the swell of her breasts against her blue pajama top, and with naught but the door clicking shut behind him and his hands grasping each end of the strip of black cloth- so smooth to the touch- drank in Lightning's flushed faced before denying himself his cup, the cloth around his eyes preventing any such more drinking.

He blinded himself, just like she did herself.

"That's… the door clicking shut; you're ready, right?"

Steadily, Lightning regained her confidence and Squall opened his mouth to reply but realized his throat had dried up at some point and he swallowed sharply before rasping out.

"…This is awkward."

A dry chuckle left her throat, much louder now to his ears as he picked up her light footsteps across the wooden floor that lay underneath the lush carpets.

"Get used to it."

And with those words, he felt twin pairs of soft yet calloused hands- an odd paradox that brought him more comfort than he ever thought possible- cup his cheek and head lightly before, emboldened by the warm skin it felt underneath, they slowly traced the contours of his face before pulling.

Squall did not know if he pulled her close or if she did him, but the next moment found their bodies pressed tightly against each other, her breasts against his chest, and his lips against hers.

Tongues clashed and he was determined to memorize her every contour and taste, and she was determined to suck in everything he was worth, and they were determined to not hold back any quarter and he felt his flesh bruise and she tasted the iron of his lips and her moan joined his groan when their heated touches became that much more heated; their hands were every bit as adventurous as their tongues.

They pulled away, his breathless breath against her forehead while she continued to nibble against his throat, sucking in the salty sweat and heated flesh and he felt a pleasurable shiver run up his spine with every breath she breathed.

"Lightning…?" his voice was low and throaty and needy and questioning.

What had brought this on?

This was odd, even for Lightning, especially for Lightning.

Her grip tightened around his neck and hair and she suddenly tugged his head downwards, pulling his scalp until the swell on his neck was presented to her and her breasts pressed even more firmly as she stood on her toes and sucked on his own swelling. With low groan rumbling from his throat, his hands instinctively palmed the weight of her toned rear's cheeks and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist before they slid down onto the carpeted floor, her mouth still clamped against the prominence on his neck and his hands still firm against the prominence of her rear.

And without his sight, he could feel more than what his physical senses could ever convey.

Lightning's possessive jealousy.

Odd as it was.

He wasn't so tired anymore.

"You're mine."

A/N: Found some time to type this up recently. Finally, theme 21 is posted! I apologize again for the long wait. Blacklistx13, here it is as you've requested! Like I said in my reply though, I plan to tackling Lightning's jealousy in a certain oneshot, so stay tuned for when it's posted!

I'll keep this brief since I have to go out in a bit.

Winners of the harem are: Tifa Lockhart, Master Aqua, Yuna, and Ultimecia. My thanks to the 29 voters that participated in my poll!