Disclaimer: I was in the mood for something dark today. So I thought it would be the perfect time to express this through some writing.
This chapter will most likely explain things more clearly and answers that have probably been thought of about this arc. Keep your eyes open!
NOTICE: These drabbles stories contain Lightis and some other couples depending on the story, and are in no particular order, nor do they tell a specific tale of just one story. Some of the drabbles might have a second part in later chapters, and if readers become fond of a certain drabble story, that drabble might have the chance to become a new full story.
CHRONICLES
Chapter XXVIII: Losing Control
Rating: M
Genre: Dark Romance
Characters: Noctis, Lightning
Pair: Lightis
Notes: She had come so far and been through much just to gain control. But as karma would have it, she could feel that control slowly slipping through her grasp slowly like water spilling through fingers.
CAUTION: Split personality/Dark Noctis, Mysterious Lightning; Noctis having mood swings and shifting in personalities. Suicide scene.
Lightning was on the verge of the biggest migraine she ever had in her whole life.
She had been called to a meeting early in the morning, and having only gotten very few hours of sleep, Lightning was not in the best of moods despite how much she actually enjoyed her job.
Now as she sat at the long table along with her superior Amodar and other soldiers within her rank, Lightning's mind kept wandering but she resisted the urge to fall into a daze and tried to concentrate on the meeting.
She hoped it was something worth her time because at the moment, she was certain she would storm out of the meeting room if it were nothing but an irrelevant announcement.
Amodar seemed to have noticed his best soldier's foul mood and looked at her reassuringly.
Lightning held back a tired groan and sat upright, fighting the temptation of sleep. The man at the head of the table finally got to the point, much to Lightning's relief.
"From about a week from now, PSICOM will be arriving here. Their reasons for wanting to station themselves here temporarily are classified. However, what I managed to learn is that they are tracking a fugitive down. He is said to be armed and dangerous and mentally unstable. I assume PSICOM believes this lunatic will try to find refuge here in our town. So I want all of you to stay sharp and watch out for any trouble."
The soldiers began to whisper amongst themselves while others cried out in disbelief. "PSICOM? Here?" "Within a week? Why weren't we notified sooner?"
Lightning rested her elbows on the table and leaned her face on top of her clasped fingers.
She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to wander; the only lunatic that ever entered her mind was her deadly husband, Noctis Lucis Caelum. She knew him well, he was no serial killer; he only acted out such crimes if provoked or if he did not get his way. Otherwise, all he did was simply torture but not kill. Noctis' mind may be fucked up most of the time, but he was not unstable like a mentally deranged killer. At least Noctis knew what he was doing and had complete control of his actions. She knew for certain; she speaks from experience.
There was a big difference between the two, and if Lightning were to choose she definitely would enjoy Noctis' brand of 'insane'.
Still, how could PSICOM allow some disturbed fugitive out of their sight and let him escape? It was unbecoming of such a well-respected military regiment.
But Lightning still had to admit she had never liked PSICOM. They were nothing but a bunch of cowards and blowhards who would rather lose their target over losing their pride.
This sort of karma was—ironic to her first thoughts—becoming of them. She smirked to herself and waited for the meeting to finally end.
Once the word "Dismissed" was heard, Lightning was the first to stand and leave the room.
She did not get far when Amodar caught up with her. "Farron!" She stopped and turned to face him. "Sir?" She asked, wondering what he had to say.
Amodar gave her a concerned look. "How is your…studies so far?" Lightning sighed. "Still nothing. I am doing the best I can, Sir. But so far I only come up empty handed." She admitted grudgingly. Amodar nodded in understanding. "It will come to you in time, not to worry. And how is that husband of yours?" "Same as always…" She answered simply. Her superior shook his head. "You really would do anything for that guy, eh? Well as long as you keep yourself out of harm's way; I don't want my best soldier and student to get trampled on."
"I'm sure I will be fine, Lieutenant." Lightning said coolly. Amodar nodded before going off his way. "Take care of yourself, Farron."
Lightning watched his retreating back before heading out of headquarters. She went straight for home, intent on getting some more sleep before her shift started.
The moment she reached home, entered and headed upstairs, she instantly collapsed on her bed. Her body relaxed, relived that she was finally going to rest.
Lightning lifted her head from her pillows and growled in annoyance at the sudden breeze that touched the room.
She snarled. "How long have you been here?" "Long enough. You weren't here an hour ago…" The familiar seductive voice whispered in her ear.
"I'm not in the mood, Noctis. Get out of my house now." She ordered, wanting nothing more than to close her eyes for a few moments.
"Why were you gone when I arrived?" Noctis asked his tone suspicious. Lightning groaned and buried her face in her pillow. "I called to an early meeting at Guardian Corps headquarters. I was not on some date with some screw-up mother fucker like you keep accusing me of doing. I am tired and I just want to fucking sleep! Does that answer your questions?"
Noctis stared at her blankly. "You're in a bad mood today."
Lightning groaned even louder. Noctis leaned down and licked her ear. "If you're really feeling exhausted, then relax. I'll do all the work…"
In an instant, Lightning could feel his hand sliding down to her thigh, stroking her seductively. She smacked his hand away and glared at him, her tolerance slipping. "I said get out!" Noctis pouted childishly. "My, my… Someone needs to unwind, badly." He ignored her outbursts and leaned in to nip the back of her neck.
Lightning smacked him in the face in retaliation. Noctis blinked in surprise then glared at her. "What the fuck is your problem?" "I can't get any sleep is my problem!" She retorted, glaring back at him. He snarled at her. "Did you have to fucking hit me just to prove your damn point?" His wife flicked him in the forehead, hard. "You never fucking listen!" Noctis frowned before he suddenly softened in expression and laid down beside her.
"Such a temper… You are quite the hothead, sweetheart." He said lightly, running his mischievous fingers up and down from her buttocks to her leg and thigh. Truly, Lightning was in no mood for her husband's current mood swings and odd switches between personalities.
"Come now Éclair… Why don't you let me help you relax?"
"Because you always to more than that."
"True…still, I very much dislike seeing my wife in such a state."
"Ex-wife."
"Yes, keep saying that to yourself sweetheart."
Lightning huffed against her pillow, annoyed and intent on ignoring Noctis' advances. He of course thought nothing of it and began massaging her shoulders. "You're tense… But I can fix that." Noctis purred in her ear, continuing his massage.
Lightning grunted and paid him no heed even as his touches became more suggestive. He noticed and his persona seemed to have shifted again. Noctis glared at Lightning. "Stop ignoring me, damn it! I fucking hate it when you act like I'm not even here doing something for you!" Lightning sighed and rolled her eyes at him. "I just want to get some sleep." She said tired then closed her eyes, seeming to have dozed off.
"Ungrateful little…!" Noctis cursed then paused before he shifted in mood once again, much to the drowsy Lightning's dismay. "Ah well…fine. I will let you off for now. But you owe me a lot more, sweetheart, and I expect to get it soon."
"Hmph."
"You know what? Screw it! I should punish you for giving me such attitude!"
Lightning felt herself being turned around and the white vest of her uniform shoved down her body slightly. Noctis grabbed onto her turtleneck with his teeth and unzipped her before sliding the brown turtleneck off her body.
The soldier growled in disapproval at his actions but only received a rough smack to the head in response. Noctis glared at her cruelly, but as he predicted, she mirrored his expression. The pair snarled at each other, not wanting to back down.
"Give in to me you little cunt!"
"Fuck you!"
"With pleasure…!"
Noctis reached around her and unhooked her bra before he tossed it away somewhere in the room. Lightning dug her nails into his forearm as his left hand moved up to kneaded her breast. She growled at him and leaned her head away from him, feeling very much uncomfortable at the moment; she was exhausted from her lack of sleep because of work and she still had to attend to her shift in a couple of hours, and yet her practically demented husband was still intent on marking his territory.
Usually she never minded and she rather enjoyed it herself, but once she was tired and stressed, sleep was the only thing on her mind and nothing else.
Despite this, Noctis continued his rough-handling of her breast.
Again she retaliated by digging her nails in deeper into his forearm. He groaned in response then squeezed harder.
She grits her teeth and groaned. Noctis panted and mirrored her expressions as well. It was as if this was the first time they had ever come together in bed as their expressions could be mistaken for that of pain.
Impatiently, Noctis reached down with his free hand and yanked her skirt and black shorts down her legs, eager to connect himself to her again. Lightning resisted him before she received a harsh bit on her neck in return.
"Stop denying me!" He snarled, sounding like a feral beast. Lightning's growl was just as dangerous; her nails drew a bit of blood from his forearm, but Noctis only sighed in content at the painful stab on his skin.
The moment brought back so many fond memories to Noctis. It was like their honeymoon years back. When he took her for the first time and learned he had been the very first man to touch her.
Both felt excruciating pain that night due to it being Lightning's first intimate contact and Noctis finding it painfully hard to hold back his primal urges.
Their current situation seemed to be a replay of that night. Noctis smirked at the thought, but this time he allowed his primal side to take over.
Lightning roared in ecstasy and pain as her dark lover began to pound into her roughly like a desperate beast. She grabbed onto his spiked locks and tugged harshly only to be rewarded with a loud purr of pleasure.
"You remember our honeymoon Éclair? The best night of my life!"
"Hn!"
"Yes, I know you remember just as well as I do… That had been your first time hadn't it? And you gave it to me."
"What's with the reminiscing all of a sudden?"
"This situation we are in now… It just reminds me… The look on your face especially, takes me back to that night."
He lifted her hips up to meet his, enabling him to burying himself deeper into her warm heat. Lightning growled again, instinctively responding to his touch and bucking into him.
"Yes, that was how you reacted to me that night as well." Noctis whispered, nipping and licking her ear. She shivered despite the heat radiating between them and their sweaty bodies.
In an instant, the room was filled with loud moans and roars of pleasure from both lovers.
Noctis resisted the urge to catch his breath; he can't stop now, not yet when they were both so close to the edge.
Lightning by now had long forgotten about her fatigue and was now moving in sync with Noctis. His smirked darkly, admiring his work before he leaned down to suckle on his wife's breast. She purred at him, encouraging his actions until he was sure he would lose control entirely.
"Take…your clothes off!" Lightning ordered. Noctis let out a dark chuckle as he licked her hardened nipple then kissed her breasts and the valley between them. "Are you ordering me around, amor meus? Because the last time I checked, I was the one on top."
His teasing words were making the soldier even more impatient until she shoved him back until she was the one who now held the dominating position above him.
Noctis groaned in pleasure and lifted his bleeding arm to touch Lightning's face adoringly.
His wife grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked the clothing off his torso as fast as her namesake. He watched in gloating amusement how she made quick work of his clothes, but frowned and growled in protest when she had to pull away from their connection just to get rid of his pants. Lightning smacked his hands away and tore his pants off, letting it land somewhere in the middle of the room.
Already Noctis was impatient and wanted Lightning back against his body.
She stalled him and bit down on his pectoral muscles hard, leaving a fresh mark. A moan escaped the dark man's throat as his wife returned the favor to him for his rough handling.
Still, his notorious impatience won him over and he grabbed Lightning by the wrist, his arm still slightly bleeding from where her nails had dug in moments ago; though it never bothered him.
Once again, Lightning was beneath his heated body. Her husband purred seductively as he ground his hips against hers teasingly before he connected himself to Lightning in one hard thrust.
"Fuck!" He swore, unable to resist her tight heat around his hard member. "You're…killing me here!" He glowered passionately, his breath coming out in heated pants, hitting against Lightning's own hot skin. Noctis was not sure if he could take anymore. He was close to release, and so was she; but he held back for a bit longer.
It had been a very long time since they had this sort of flame burst between them and he intended to savor every single second they were getting.
Lightning hissed and grunted a clear sign she was now at the edge of her climax. Noctis gripped her breast again with Lightning grabbing onto his bleeding forearm in return.
"Éclair…! I can't…hold back anymore!"
"Then don't!"
A loud roar resonated from Noctis as he felt himself jerk then tense. He arched as he spilled his seed into her, earning a satisfied moan from his wife.
Noctis collapsed onto her body then blinked in surprise when he noticed she had dozed off afterwards. He frowned in disapproval before sighing in defeat and just laid there next to her, keeping them connected.
So she really had been tired out after all. And here he thought she was trying to avoid his advances.
He nestled against her and licked the back of her neck. "I hope you realize I am doing this because I love you, Éclair. No other man deserves you; only I do. I am the only one who deserves you." He held her sleeping body closer to him.
"You are mine and will always be mine. No other scum of man deserves to have you or keep you. I will keep you safe from them, I swear." He said quietly to Lightning as she continued to slumber. She had mentioned needing to attend her shift in a couple of hours. Noctis frowned; that meant she would only have a few moments of sleep.
He kissed the top of her head and remained there by her side until she needed to awaken. He mentally recited his promise to her as he too fell into a state of slumber.
Lightning rubbed her temples and leaned back against the wall. Her migraine had disappeared but that did not stop her from groaning to herself; once again she had surrendered to Noctis' insatiable passion for her hours ago. If she was honest enough she would admit she most definitely could not help it. She shut her eyes and tried not to recall the heated images of their last session inside her house, in her room. But her brain refused to listen and replayed the arousing scene over again.
"Shit!"
"Sergeant Farron? Are you alright?" A voice asked her. Lightning turned to see one of the lower ranking soldiers staring at her, surprised at her sudden outburst.
She raised her hand in a dismissively gesture. "It's nothing. I was just tired." "Are you sure? Maybe you should rest first—" "I said I'm fine…!" Lightning growled, startling the soldier with her tone. She then shook her head and sighed. "I'm sorry. Please just continue your patrol; I'm fine."
Without another word, the man took off, not wanting to be at the other end of Lightning's blade.
She closed her eyes again and tried to relax her breathing. "Calm down…" She murmured to herself quietly. Her head was spinning as if she had just gotten off a dizzying rollercoaster ride.
Inhaling and exhaling, Lightning composed herself.
She needed to concentrate on guard duty and patrol; now with a fugitive running loose with PSICOM at his tail, the Guardian Corp was to do more thorough patrols and remain at guard duty for longer hours just to make sure the area was secured.
Lightning did not mind, but she felt the sooner this nutcase was caught, the better. Damn PSICOM for letting one little deranged maniac to escape their so-called all-mighty security.
It was still bright outside and many civilians were out and about shopping or eating at the food courts Lightning doubted the psycho would run around out in the open attacking random people when there was a chance he could get caught. Then again, she had been wrong before.
A scream proved Lightning's suspicions correct.
From the crowded plaza, a woman screamed fearfully, running away from something as if her life depended on it.
And indeed, it did. A man wearing tattered clothing jumped up and landed in the middle of the crowd, slicing at random people with his makeshift blade. Civilians scream and panicked in an instant, making the nutcase laugh in delight.
Immediately, Lightning and the rest of the Guardian Corps were on the scene.
The man seemed to enjoy trouble and charge headlong into the battalion. Lightning sidestepped him but one of the soldiers had been tackled and stabbed.
Lightning growled and drew out her gunblade, bringing it into gun mode and shot at the man. He laughed crazily and jumped around like a primate, dodging very few of the bullets. But even as he managed to get shot in several places, he still moved quickly.
Lightning yelled at the men to look after the civilians while she ran after the fugitive.
She gave chase, tailing the crazed fugitive wherever he went. He would wear down soon, Lightning was sure; they always do. She kept her weapon drawn in case of any situations where combat was inevitable.
The man kept laughing as if he were at a wild party instead of being chased by a soldier with a weapon aimed right at his back. Lightning growled in frustration when the lunatic kept moving around like some rabid animal. She had to get him to stop before he caused more damage.
The chase led the two all the way to a wide deserted alley.
The fugitive laughed again as he turned around to face Lightning with his makeshift blade in hand. "Hehe… Opps…I'm trapped." He chuckled. Lightning flicked her wrist and her gunblade shifted into its sword form.
The man giggled crazily as he eyed Lightning carefully. "Hehe… Pretty legs. So long and silky… Hehe!" He licked his weapon and began to shake from excitement, his weird spasms made Lightning raise an eyebrow; was this man that insane?
The man then charged at the soldier with his weapon raised.
Lightning dodged easily, sidestepping him before she countered with her own attack, merely disarming him with her blade and flinging his pathetic excuse of a weapon to the side.
The fugitive still giggled like a crazed ninny.
Lightning felt aggravated; this man was getting on her nerves with his insane laughter and senseless urges to suddenly attack people in the streets even when there was a good chance he may be caught.
"End this now…"
Lightning shook her head and tried to focus at the matter at hand. However, she suddenly felt the urge to finish the job herself. No, she needed to take him into custody. That was the important objective.
"Just do it. Why are you hesitating?"
Lightning groaned and felt her head spin. Her ears felt like they were ringing and it only increased the sore feel inside her head. It was as though her brain was starting to fry.
"Damn it!" She cursed, forgetting that her target was right in front of her. The fugitive stared her oddly, still shaking like a crazed beast and giggling at nothing.
" Go on! Go on!"
"Shut up!" Lightning growled to herself, shaking her head and trying to get rid of the terrible ache in her brain. This was all too much.
Finally, she composed herself and looked back at her objective again, ready to arrest him properly now. Out of the blue, the fugitive started screaming and pointing at her. He walked backwards away from Lightning, much to her confusion. She looked behind her to see if he had been pointing at something else. There was nothing.
"Stay away from me! Stay away!"
"… What?"
"Go away! Leave me alone!"
The demented man screamed bloody murder as if something were attacking him. Lightning stared at him, even more puzzled than before.
Suddenly, the man jumped for his makeshift blade and held it to his neck. Lightning's eyes widened. "Put the blade down! Now!" She ordered. The man laughed nervously then suddenly pierces his own windpipe with the blade. He let out a gurgled scream as he weakly tried slicing his entire head off. Lightning felt her stomach churn at the terrible sight as the fugitive ended his own life and his lifeless body fell to the ground. "What…?" She was speechless. What just happened?
"Sergeant Farron!"
"Farron!"
Lightning could barely hear the other soldiers as they made their way over to where she was. "What in the name of Etro happened here?" One of the soldiers yelped in shock.
The men took in the scene. "Suicide? Was he that desperate not to get caught?" Lightning could not speak, too much in shock and too confused to even take in what had occurred before her.
"Sergeant Farron?" One of the men approached her carefully. Lightning tensed then sheathed her gunblade with a defeated sigh.
"Report back to headquarters." She ordered in a low voice. The soldiers nodded and watched worriedly as the sergeant walked off. She paused for a moment. "Tell Lieutenant Amodar that I needed to take care of something." She walked off again, leaving the soldiers to their duties.
Lightning was not sure what came over her, but at the moment she did not give two shits. She swallowed her pride as she rang the doorbell, faintly hearing it ring out in the mansion.
The response was slow, but after a while, Noctis stood at the door looking annoyed until he saw who had been standing at his doorstep.
"Lightning? Isn't this a surprise… You finally decided to come back home?" He said, trying not to looks smug. Lightning gave him a look. "No. Far from it." She walked past him, into the mansion and glanced at her surroundings; it was still the same as it was when she first left it.
Noctis frowned and glared at her back. "Then what's your reason for coming here in the first place? You forgot one of your panties?"
Lightning turned and glared back at him. "I'm not in the mood for your attitude." "Then care to explain why you even bothered coming here?" Noctis asked. "Why? You busy with someone?" Lightning could have sworn she snarled like a tiger but she recoiled and shook her head.
Out of the blue, Noctis smiled at her and caressed her face with a surprisingly gentle hand. "Of course not, amor meus. My body is yours alone, remember? Just like your body is mine alone." He took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles.
"Since you're here, why not join me for a little snack?"
"You didn't slip any sleeping formulas or medicine in it I hope."
"Now why would I want to drug my own wife?"
"Ex-wife. And you would just so you could tie me up and make sure I never leave."
"Ah…you know me too well my sweet Éclair."
She stared at him sternly and he chuckled. "Not to worry, nothing is drugged. I swear. Besides, you always willing come into my arms anyway…" Noctis said, winking at the female soldier. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
"Tell me; why did you come exactly?" Noctis asked as he led Lightning into the kitchen. Lightning rubbed her temples at the memory. "It's not something I would like to recall."
"Oh?" He moved over to her and kissed her shoulder. "Tell me?" "… It's not that important." She said. "It's important to me when it concerns you." Noctis nipped her ear and Lightning huffed. "Just…forget it."
He frowned down at her. "Not until you tell me what is bothering you." Lightning dodged him and walked over to the fridge. Noctis growled and watched as she took out cold cuts from the fridge and grabbed two slices of bread to make a sandwich.
"Stop hiding things from me, Lightning! Tell me what the hell is wrong with you." He demanded, moving closer to tower over her. Lightning ignored him and continued with making her sandwich, slicing the crusts off with a knife. Her husband groaned then grabbed the knife in his hand tightly. Lightning gave him a look. "Let go of the knife, Noctis." "Not until you answer me first." He insisted, ignoring his bleeding hand.
"Fine! I'll tell you. Just let go of the damn knife." She said in defeat. Noctis opened his hand and released the knife.
"You lunatic." Lightning grumbled as she washed the knife clean from his blood. Noctis held his injured hand but kept his eyes on her figure. "So you say… But you have no idea what kind of effect you have on me."
Lightning returned to him then sighed before she grabbed the red cape of her uniform and wrapped it around his hand, using it as a makeshift bandage. She reached behind her to unclip the cape from her back completely.
Noctis stared at her then sniffed her cape. "Smells like roses…" He purred.
Lightning huffed and rolled her eyes, ignoring her blushing face while she walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room.
"Will you now tell me what has been bothering you?" He asked after a moment of silence. Lightning took a bite of her sandwich, chewed, and then swallowed slowly much to Noctis' dismay. She answered him afterwards. "The GC was tasked to keep a lookout for an escaped fugitive who was mentally unstable and armed and dangerous." She took another bite and Noctis nodded, following so far.
"He was insane enough to attack people out in the open today at the plaza. We were there at the scene but he ran off. I went after him…"
"And…?"
"I finally cornered him but…"
"You're upset that the bastard got away, am I right?"
"… No. Worse. He…"
Lightning cleared her throat and put her sandwich down in case the images might make her throw her food away. "He stabbed his own throat with his own weapon and tried to decapitate himself but he was dead before he could slice his whole head off."
Noctis blinked, not sure if he heard that right. "He did…?" "Yes, he did." Lightning gave him a look. The Caelum tilted his head at her. "And that bothers you…why?"
"Because I had no idea why he did it! I had him cornered and ready to be arrested! But all of a sudden, for no apparent reason, he just tried to mutilate himself!" Lightning growled, feeling even more confused.
"You did say he was an unstable maniac, didn't you? I wouldn't be surprised." Noctis commented. Lightning shook her head. "He had to have a reason; he was pointing and staring at something as if it were about to kill him. I didn't see anything."
"Perhaps he was too much of a coward to get arrested."
"That is what the others at GC assumed…"
"Why did you think he killed himself then?"
"… I'm not sure. He looked as if he needed to kill himself first before something else killed him. But there was nothing there."
"Are you sure you did not scare him too much?"
"I did nothing! I barely even touched him with my bullets!"
Still, the thought lingered in Lightning's mind. But she really did not do a thing to the man. So why did he have to…?
Noctis suddenly pressed his lips against her forehead. "I expected as much from such a coward. Not to worry; it was his own fault for slicing his own neck out." "… You don't even know why he did it." Lightning's expression was blunt. Noctis chuckled. "No, but I should thank him. Thanks to his own stupidity, my wife has returned to my arms in frustration."
Of course he would think that way, Lightning thought to herself. That was just like Noctis.
"You are a self-centered horny bastard." She stated. Noctis laughed heartily and ran his tongue up her arm to her shoulder. "Yes, but you love me nonetheless I am sure." Lightning shook her head at him. "Stop that, I am not your stuffed animal." He ignored her and nipped her shoulder. "Mark me again and the others will wonder where I keep getting 'bug bites'." Noctis leaned back to look at her in mock hurt. "Bug bites? You would compare my love brand to bug bites? You hurt me, Éclair!"
"Get over it you big baby."
"I will, if you let me take you again."
"You already did."
"That was hours ago!"
"Then wait for another day or something. I'm tired."
Lightning rested her head on the table with a sigh. Noctis huffed at the lack of attention he was getting. He admitted he was selfish when it came to Lightning. But can you blame him? He deserved her, he earned her.
He had the right to be selfish when it came to her. She was his and nobody else deserved her like he did. If course, if Lightning ever forgets this fact he would gladly remind her over and over again.
Lightning shut her eyes tightly, not sure what was wrong with her. She had been having bad headaches recently and she wanted nothing more than to get rid of it. Of course there were other concerns she had, but she prayed to Etro she would not have to worry about that.
She stood up from the chair and started pacing around, trying to ease the pain in her head. "Lightning?" Noctis looked at her oddly. "What is it? You're not well?"
"It's nothing!" She snarled aggressively then froze before apologizing for her sudden snap. Her husband blinked. "Is it that time of the month for you, amor meus?" "No! Fuck off!" Again. She did it again. Lightning held her head in her hands, feeling dizzy now.
"What is your problem?" Noctis snarled at her, irritated with her sudden change of mood. Lightning rubbed the back of her head "Please Etro, no! Not now…!"
She turned to Noctis as he moved closer to her, glaring into her blue eyes with his dark ones. Lightning stared up at him silent before making up her mind.
She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him down to meet his lips with hers. Noctis grunted in surprise then moaned in response.
Lightning bit his lower lip, and was rewarded with an aroused growl. Noctis smirked when he pulled back to look at her.
Lightning gave him a stern expression. "I've had a rough day. You better make it worth my time." Noctis was more than pleasured to tend to her needs as he pressed his lips to hers again.
She was stressed, irritated… She needed to take her mind off things; keep her urges occupied and de-stress herself. Fortunately for her, Noctis attended to her every need.
I am glad Chronicles made it this far. Thank you all once again for reading it and leaving a review when you have the time.
I want to clear a few things up in this chapter.
First off; Lightning does not have powers to hypnotize people; in case anyone of you might think she somehow unknowingly drove the man to suicide. This story is more about the mind and not on fantasy supernatural powers. Lightning is not a creature with powers, and neither is Noctis. They are both human.
Second, we are close to learning more about Lightning herself and Noctis as well. So hang on tight because in the next Obsession arc chapter, more will be revealed about these two at last. So sit back, enjoy and anticipate the next chapter to this arc as well as other story arcs.
Until then…
