"That was amazing," Serah cooed in delight, damp hair drying against her back, "You guys are so much fun to hang out with. Did you notice? People couldn't keep their eyes away from you."
"It wasn't just us," Hawk assured, glancing around the new room she'd entered. "Nice place."
"Into the bathroom," Lightning pointed, coming up behind Hawk, "Yuns change in the bathroom. Shower if you have to, just don't drip on the kitchen hardwood." She placed down her towel on the floor to prevent such a measure from all those following behind. She started towards the stairs, Fang trailing after. "If you get hungry between showers, help yourselves to the fridge or cupboards."
"I call shower second!"
"I'll make some food," Vanille volunteered.
Lightning disappeared into the room with Fang close behind. "Are you going to shower?" Lightning asked.
"Are you?"
"I was thinking about it," Lightning shifted her hair off over her shoulder. "Get my strings?"
Fang's nimble fingers grazed her back, plucking the strings of her top till they hung loose. Lightning pulled off the loosened top and only have turned to give Fang a smile. "Thanks." Lightning crossed the room and wriggled her fingers at the strings of her bottoms to slide down her thighs. She could feel Fang's eyes on her as she disposed of them in the basket, following her to the closet for a towel. Those watchful eyes sent delightful shivers through her body.
Fang's gaze burned into her. Lightning scanned the top shelf of her closet. "Fang," she picked out a folded towel from the top shelf, "Are you coming?"
Footsteps padded behind her before fingers grazed her side. Fang gripped her gently around the middle and pulled her in. Lightning felt the bulge press into the gentle crevasse of her back. Fang lowered her head to Lightning's scarred shoulder and kissed. She followed the line of teeth marks on the back, following back up to the puncture where the hole had been made inside. She spent the most time there, taking slow, devout attention with the gentle press of her lips.
Lightning breathed just as slow, even with her heart racing. She rested her head on Fang's opposite shoulder and closed her eyes. Fang lavished her with attention, arm curling around her stomach. The warm press of skin felt amazing, both on her back and belly. Like an addict, Lightning folded into her for every light brush she could take. Fang almost whimpered, lips raising to her shoulder.
"This is what you do to me," Lightning shivered at the growl, a low rumble in her chest that trembled through her. That swell of her pressed hard at Lightning's back to prove it. "This is what I'll do to you." Lightning wet for her like no else in her life, so easy and high.
"Fang…"
Fang nibbled the spot on her neck, the mark she'd made earlier that same day, not hard like before, but enough to make Lightning gasp. Fang's hand at her side lifted to a breast. She titillated and gasped, "Fang!"
Fang squeezed her between two fingers, exacting pressure to the breast. Lightning sucked in a hard breath, grabbing Fang's lower hand to skate down between her legs. She shivered at the grazing touch, then something worse when Fang pressed inside. She wet two fingers inside and rubbed thumb and fore together, but went no deeper. Instead, Fang withdrew and nuzzled a little higher, fingers scanning for the spot. Lightning reached around behind her and tightened a hold.
Fang found her lips after her first pant and stole an in-between kiss. Lightning gasped for breath with Fang's applied pressure, the smooth rubbing between fingers. She shook, held firm, pressed so hard to Fang. Fang had to be throbbing, she felt her so tight to her back. "Doesn't that hurt?"
"Not with you," Fang squeezed again, making her shudder. The dual impact worked Lightning so well. Fang kissed her cheek, both hands working miracles to her body. Lightning could barely breathe with the sensations. Tickles wound through her body that jolted her with pleasure instead, curling through her like warm blossoms to overcome her body inside. Wet trickles dripped, swollen lust between her legs, Fang would kill her with this pleasure of hot sizzling between her veins. Lightning gasped and bucked. Fang rubbed full fingers and cupped. The last squeeze sent her over the edge.
Lightning blinded by shots of white, went limp, but Fang held, had been holding her up since she started. Lightning loved her so strong, so easily able to hold her up there. She gasped in ragged breath of her high, trusting Fang would hold her.
And she did, planting gentle kisses as Lightning breathed in her high.
"Fang," Lightning said when she could again. Fang's last kiss lingered, so sweet on her neck. Lightning turned as much as she could and caught Fang's lips. Fang turned her the rest of the way and wrapped her arms around Lightning's waist. Lightning's arms nestled around Fang's neck. She ravished Fang's mouth, hungry to satisfy, to give Fang as much of her as she could.
Lightning pulled away with a pant, breathless with Fang's love. Fang rubbed her back soothingly, but Lightning didn't let her long. She lowered her hands to Fang's shoulders and tugged at the strings on her back, loosing the final piece of clothing covering this beautiful body. Lightning discarded the top and pushed Fang a little back, stepping with her until Fang's back hit the wall of the closet.
Fang glanced up and around at the walk-in closet, perhaps wondering how they'd gotten there. Lightning wasn't too sure either. She'd been aiming for the bed.
"I want to try something," Lightning drew back her attention, hand lifting to stroke Fang's cheek until those precious emeralds rolled back on her. She reached down between them to feel Fang in her grasp, who inhaled at the touch. Lightning stroked that solid core, measuring her arousal to be incredibly great by that stiff. "Tell me if I'm doing it right."
Fang's eyes fluttered as she thumbed over the sticky head, wet where she leaked uncontrolled under the grasp. She rested her head against the wall as Lightning rubbed. "That's good," Fang groaned softly. "You're always good."
Lightning licked her chin to cheek and lowered another hand. She took Fang's balls in them and applied gentle pressure. Fang moaned. Lightning rubbed. "Lighttt,"
"Claire."
Fang's eyes flashed open. A hand stilled her at Fang's sensitive core. Searching viridian eyes looked straight to her soul. Something in her chest throbbed heavy at the stare. Fang waited in those eyes, so much passion alive in hers. "Please." Lightning asked, wondering at the question there.
Fang drew her in and wouldn't let go, but made love to her lips. She clasped her hand and Lightning had to reach for her shoulder. Fang tugged from the small of her back, arm wound and pulling Lightning in. That heavy center parted her folds. Lightning released an unexpected gasp, having planned something much different for Fang, but before she could breathe it through parted lips, Fang pushed full inside her weeping walls, stretching Lightning with her girth with a whisper near her ear. "Claire."
Lightning clamped with a breathless gasp. She found Fang's lips and silenced them before they could say it again, before Fang could make her come by the ring of her glistening name on lips too perfect to belong to any human. She was supposed to be pleasing Fang, not getting off herself again. Lightning moaned, lips breaking from hers when she realized they were humping, Fang full so deep inside, she already felt ready, full and brimming in bliss, irrepressibly jerking into Fang pinned to the wall. "Say it again," Lightning couldn't stop the words that formed of their own in her mouth, body and mind not remotely on the same page.
Lightning came on the sound of her desperate name spilled, heat flushing through her enough to overflow and seep. She sunk to the floor with Fang, taking a long minute to realize Fang had come with her too. Lightning gripped her loose and whimpered, lightheaded in her ragged breaths and half embarrassed by how little it took. She rested upon Fang's lap and murmured at her neck, content enough to own the world for how dizzy she felt in this long-lasting high.
"I was… giving you head," Lightning murmured, so comfortable with Fang thick inside, even just sitting like this. "Going to…"
"Shh," Fang stroked her back, letting Lightning stay saddled to her nice and warm. She fondled the tippy ends of her hair. "This was better." Fang touched her chin, stroking back to sweaty hair. "Thank you… Claire."
Lightning buried in her neck to rest.
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"Claire?" Serah knocked an hour and a half later to check, "Are you guys okay?"
"Busy," Lightning echoed back through the door.
"I figured that," Serah rolled her eyes, "I just wanted to let you know… Vanille and Sky went out to shop. They said they'd restock the food they'd eaten. I thought it was okay, but it occurred to me after that Hawk and I are down here alone." Serah winced, hoping she wouldn't be mad. "I'll send Hawk out after them if you want." She didn't get an answer for a few seconds. "Claire?"
"It's okay," Lightning finally managed to respond, surprising Serah in the fullest extent, "Watch a movie with her or something. Fang and I will be down later." Serah looked at the door with incredulous eyes, unsure if she'd heard that right.
As if Lightning could see the stare, her voice came through once more. "I trust you, Serah."
"I love you," Serah echoed back, warmed by that. "Food's ready downstairs when you and Fang are ready." Hurrying back downstairs, Serah tended to their guest.
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Lightning groaned, head resting back against Fang's shoulder in the hot tub.
"Me too," Fang seconded, spent. She's be sore as fucking could make tomorrow again. Lightning touched her leg and rubbed it idly, the same way Fang's fingers brushed her stomach in content.
"You must be starving."
Fang smiled a bit. "You too?"
"Yeah," Lightning breathed in deep and slow, "So hard to move."
"Already sore?" Fang asked.
Lightning let out a huff of a laugh, "Funny how it feels like getting you inside would help."
Fang felt the tickle. "Don't arouse me again," Fang laughed with equal strength, so blissfully tired from this woman, "Please."
"You've addicted me, Yun Fang,"
"Ohhh," Fang groaned, inflating against the inside curve of Lightning's ass. She filled and expanded there, pressing to the milky skin in a perfect heat that felt so right. "You've done it again."
"Mmm," Lightning moved her ass back against it, grinding Fang's sensitivities enough to make her almost cry.
She whimpered, "Claire,"
Lightning got up to turn in the tub. She settled back on her knees, watching Fang's pinched brow. Lightning touched her cheek and lifted Fang's chin to see. "One more time?"
"Seriously?" Fang almost peeped.
Lightning glanced up to the bar above Fang on the slanting side of the tub. She nodded to it. "Grab that."
Fang obeyed, lifting to grip it, which stretched her full out more. She opened her legs in invite to Lightning and closed her eyes, head back. "You're the best."
Fang's favorite fingers wrapped around first at the hilt. Water sloshed as Lightning moved in between her welcoming legs. Something hot grazed her head, something unfamiliar to the spot. When she looked, Fang found Lightning's head between her legs. She spasmed, realizing her lips. "Shit!"
"I want to do this right for you," Lightning told her, "Tell me what you like best." Her lips pressing to the tip again, Fang could've died. She groaned and released a hand from the bar, opting instead to stroke through her damp hair. Her fingers caught in the strands as Lightning tongued, then circled the head. "You're my first, you know." Stunning blue eyes caught the bottom of Fang's with a tantalizing twinkle. "I haven't given anyone this."
Fang banged her opposite head to the wall, wanting to weep. Lightning took the tip into her mouth experimentally, not even an inch and ran her tongue around it inside. Fang's grip curled on the bar, white-knuckle tight. She struggled to keep her other hand less tight to keep from hurting Light. Lightning moved into her a little more, sliding in more of Fang. She suckled a bit testingly, appearing satisfied when Fang's fingers tightened. She suckled harder.
Fang moaned, craving something to bite. Her legs had already started to tremble, fingers shaking in Lightning's hair. Lightning made a noise of enjoyment and folded her tongue over Fang in a pocket of heat. Fang whimpered, moving her hand to Lightning's shoulder so she wouldn't hurt her head. Lightning peered up at her again with those eyes. Fang quaked. Lightning took her in deeper until Fang felt the press of her throat. She swallowed hard, but didn't let go, the warmth only bringing stars to Fang's eyes. Her nails dug into the shoulder she gripped tight.
"You don't have to— " Lightning only squeezed her mouth down tight, holding Fang hard in her hand as she reached again for her balls. Fang almost came, could feel the fizzling at her tip so ready to pop. Lightning swallowed again and it was all she could do to hold, eyes held shut tight. Lightning wouldn't relent and shifted for better angle. Fang gasped when she drew deeper, then clamped to suck long and hard, hard enough to make her tremble and jerk.
"Clairre," Fang moaned, "That'ssogood," she repeated it because she couldn't think, she couldn't tell what this meant, how trembling hot Lightning made her calling her 'first' or how much Fang wanted to spill her seed down her throat, or how fucking uncontrolled she became when touched by Claire— even simply saying her name. Fang tried to tell her all of it, but the words wouldn't translate to her tongue. Not with Lightning's heat enfolding her.
"Sofuckinggood!" Fang almost wept, then Lightning tempted and Fang couldn't hold on. She came with a powerful cry that shook her legs and loosed her grip. Lightning was coughing, but Fang couldn't tend, couldn't see for the blinding ecstasy that brought tears for how happy and whole she was inside. Then she only wanted Lightning to hug her and stay there till she died in her arms. Fang shook.
When she could register conscious thought again, Fang noticed a small weight on her, the comforting warmth of Lightning. She opened her eyes to find her curled on her at the slight slant of the tub. Lightning caressed her cheek and grazed gently with her thumb. The prettiest blue eyes Fang had ever seen lit with such care, it was almost love.
"Are you okay?" Lightning asking her that. It should be the other way around. "I didn't bite, did I?" Lightning cradled her chin. "You cried a little," she said, hand lowering to stroke her neck.
Because I love you, Fang wanted to say.
"You're really good."
"You're sweet, Fang," Lightning offered her half a smile. "I'll get better at it."
"You were perfect," Fang murmured, meaning it as she stroked Lightning's arm on her right side. Lightning kissed the underside of her chin and rested her head. "You're alright?" Fang checked, remembering her cough.
"Perfect." Lightning cuddled.
Fang hugged her affectionate love.