She's Got The Voice

Lightning stared at her phone.

And then she stared at it some more.

But despite her best efforts, a solid hour of staring had not magically inspired Fang to call her although she wasn't about to stop. Perhaps glaring might work better than staring? Damn it. Two weeks without the other woman had left Lightning feeling all… fidgety. Oh, whom was she kidding? She wasn't feeling fidgety at all. She was feeling horny. Really. Damn. Horny.

And it was all Fang's fault, that stupid, sexy, loveable idiot. It made Lightning want to do all sorts of extremely wicked things to her and bash her head in – possibly at the same time. No, she'd do the horribly wicked things first.

Lightning had never been this way in any of her previous relationships. Oh, she'd had girlfriends in the past. She'd even had sex with a few of them. But she'd never craved any of them the way she craved Fang, and she'd certainly never spent an hour staring at her phone hoping they would call.

It was pathetic, and she felt like a damn lovesick teenager. Stupid Fang. This was all her fault. If she hadn't been so… so Fang, then Lightning wouldn't be feeling this way, and everything would be fine. She'd able to crash in front of the television, put her feet up, and spend the night watching some brainless action movie without constantly looking at her phone.

Of course, it wasn't enough that just looking at Fang did all kinds of things to her libido, and of course, Fang just had to be as good in bed as she was on the battlefield – and Fang was very, very awesome on the battlefield. No, Fang had to have more than that – she had to have a voice that turned Lightning's knees to jelly and sent her mind on a collision course with the gutter.

It. Wasn't. Fair.

All Fang had to do was lean over and whisper in her ear, and Lightning was hers. What made it even worse was that Fang knew exactly what her voice did to Lightning. She had even gone so far as to prove her point by making love to Lightning while reciting the bus timetable in Pulsian.

Lightning had practically passed out from the orgasm she'd had – and she still couldn't look at a bus without blushing. On the upside, she could now recite the bus timetable with perfect accuracy. Stupid Fang and her stupid sexy voice – sounding so good should have been a crime. Then Lightning could arrest her, throw in handcuffs, and – and now her mind was back in the gutter again. Damn it.

But why wasn't Fang calling her? Sure, the other woman was out on an expedition, but she had a phone, and she'd promised to call when she could. Lightning had memorised her itinerary. Fang should be close enough to one of the major relays to get proper reception. Just hearing Fang's voice would do a lot to satisfy her cravings although the only way to really satisfy her craving for a good, hard dose of Fang would be to take a transport out there herself, abduct Fang, and turn on the auto-pilot for the rest of the trip home, giving the two of them plenty of time to themselves.

And that idea was getting more tempting by the minute. She was the commanding officer of the Guardian Corps in New Bodhum. No one would question her. She could even call in a bit of bad weather and delay their return by a few hours – maybe even a day. Probably the only reason she hadn't done that already was Vanille. The redhead would know exactly what she was doing, and she wouldn't hesitate to share that knowledge with Serah. Then Lightning would have to put up with their teasing for weeks, and she couldn't really kill either of them.

Still, if Fang didn't call soon, she was going to do something horribly romantic but pathetic, like call Fang's phone, so she could listen to her voice on the answering machine. Damn it. What was wrong with her? She couldn't remember Serah acting this idiotic when she'd been going out with Snow. But what if Snow had been the idiotic one? Did that make her more like him? No. There was no way she was like Snow, absolutely no way.

The phone rang.

Lightning made a grab for it, knocked it off her bed, reached down to get it and then promptly fell onto the floor. She hit the floor with a dull thump and bit back a curse as her phone dug into her back.

The phone kept ringing.

She rolled over onto her stomach, picked up her phone, and climbed back into bed. She took a deep breath to compose herself and then answered.

"This is Lightning." That was it. Sound cool. Sound in command. Do not sound like a lovesick teenager.

"Hey." Lightning tried not to groan as that all-too familiar voice sent a frisson of heat through her whole body. "How are things over there? I hope I'm not disturbing you." Fang chuckled throatily, and Lightning fought the urge to toss off her uniform and slip into something more comfortable. "I know it's late over there."

"Oh, I just at home." Lightning tossed a glance at some of the paperwork on the table beside the bed. She hadn't done any of it. "I was reading through a few files, actually." That was a lie, but she wasn't about to tell Fang that she'd spent the past hour watching her phone and waiting for a call.

"Really?" Fang's voice dripped with amusement. "Are you sure that's what you were doing?"

"Yes, really."

"Really, really?"

Lightning knew Fang was smirking, but that only made it worse. She loved Fang's smirk, and it would have been so much better to see it right there in front of her as the other woman pinned her to the bed and –

"…." Lightning bit her lip and looked down. One of her traitorous hands had slipped down toward the waistband of her trousers. Stupid hand. "Uh…"

"Lightning." Fang laughed. "Are you trying to get off to the sound of my voice?"

Lightning twitched and then realised that after switching her phone over to speaker, her other hand had settled on her chest. "No… why would you even say something like that?" She totally wasn't stroking her own chest or seriously considering taking off her own trousers.

"Ah, so you are." Fang gave a low growl of approval, and Lightning moaned. Oh, what did it matter? She was the only one home right now, and she was in her bedroom. "You were just waiting for me to call, weren't you? That's cute."

"Oh, shut up." Lightning scowled. Fang knew her far too well. "I'd punch you, but you're a little too far away for that."

"You can always punch me when I get home, although I don't think that's what you want to do to me." Fang's laugh turned into something darker, lower, and her voice took on the edge that Lightning loved so much. "Besides, I know that you don't want me to stop talking."

"Fang…"

"Hey, it's okay." Fang's voice softened, and Lightning was struck, once again, by how expressive the huntress could be with just her voice. "I've been waiting all day to call you too. I was supposed to call you earlier, but one of the researchers lost one of the samples. We had to double back to get another one, so we've only just gotten to the outpost."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. I was tempted to tell them to go back and get it on their own, but you were pretty clear on how I shouldn't let anyone get eaten on this trip." Fang's tone turned playful. Lightning could easily imagine her winking. "So… Lightning… what are you wearing?"

"Fang!" Lightning flushed. "We are not going to have phone sex."

"Says the person who's been groping herself to sound of my voice." Fang chuckled. "And it sounds to me like you've already started – and don't even try to tell me that you breathe this heavily normally, Lightning. We both know you don't. Like I said, don't worry. We're at one of the outposts. I've got my own room and everything." Her tone darkened. We can go all night, Lightning."

Lightning opened her mouth to refuse, but her traitorous hands had already resumed their wandering. Thank the Maker for the hands-free option on her phone. Damn. Fang's voice was just too much. "Fine." Lightning tried to sound reluctant, she really did. "If you must know, I'm still in my dress uniform. We had an induction ceremony today for the new recruits."

"Your dress uniform?" Fang's voice was wonderfully rough. Lighting quivered. "I love that uniform. It makes you look so… dashing." Fang's voice dropped lower, and Lightning could practically see her green eyes darkening with desire. "Tell me you're alone."

Lightning gulped. "Yes, I'm in our bedroom."

"Good." Fang's voice was a velvet whisper, rustling through Lightning's senses. "I'm alone too, and we're not going to stop until I'm done with you."

"Fang…" Lightning whimpered. "Tell me about your day."

"Oh no." Fang's voice was teasing, the same way it was when she left Lightning dangling on the edge, so close, but not quite there. She loved seeing Lightning liked that, loved watching the soldier come apart and knowing it was because of her. "You're going to tell me about your day."

"Fang –"

"I love your voice too, Lightning." Fang's words oozed sensuality. Lightning took a deep breath. "So talk, soldier."

Lightning talked. She told Fang about the rookie induction ceremony and about the paperwork she'd brought home. And all the while, Fang talked back, whispering, cajoling, ordering, her voice moving seamlessly through all the registers that Lightning loved, from velvet steel to languid silk, building the coil of tension inside Lightning higher and higher. It was completely ridiculous. They were talking about the weather now, and all Lightning could think about was how much she wanted Fang beside her, the other woman touching her, tasting her. She'd never understood what it was like to lose herself in someone else before, but she did now. Every one of her senses wanted Fang, from the sight of her, the taste of her, the feel of her, the scent of her, and the sound of her.

Without even realising what she was doing, Lightning unbuttoned her jacket and shirt and undid her bra. The belt of her trousers was next, and she tossed the trousers aside.

"So, what are you wearing now?" Fang asked. The time for talking about their day was over. She was demanding now, insistent. Had they been in the same room, Fang would have been leaning over, so close that her presence filled every one of Lightning's senses. Her hair would have framed Lightning's entire world as Fang cupped her cheek, drawing her closer… "Tell me."

"I'm… I'm wearing my dress shirt and jacket, but they're unbuttoned. I'm not wearing my trousers." Lightning dragged in a deep breath. "I'm still wearing my panties, but I've already taken my bra off." It was a clinical description, but her mind wasn't working well enough to try to make it romantic or alluring.

"Lightning." Fang actually groaned, and Lightning felt the fire inside her quiver. "I need to see you. You have got to send me a picture. I don't care if I have to talk to you all night, but I have to see you the way you are now. Please."

It was the 'please' that did it. Lightning lifted her phone with trembling hands. She knew how much Fang loved seeing her in uniform, or rather, mostly out of uniform. She hurried, taking the picture and then sending it to Fang. "There, I sent it. It should be there in a second."

A few seconds passed.

And then a few more seconds passed.

"Did you get it?"

"No." Fang's voice was full of disappointment. "Are you sure you sent it?"

"I'm sure I did." Lightning picked up her phone again. "Let me just check – CRAP!"

"Crap?" Fang asked. "What does 'crap' mean?"

Lightning looked at her phone in horror. She had all of the others on speed dial. Fang was one of the two most important people in her life. But she hadn't sent her picture to Fang. She'd sent her picture to the other most important person in her life: Serah. She'd sent a half-naked picture of herself to her sister.

Lightning did the only thing she could think of. She threw her phone at the wall and screamed.

"Lightning, that didn't sound like a good kind of scream."

Lightning stumbled out of bed and picked up the phone. "I sent the picture to Serah by accident."

"Well, crap." Fang hissed. "That is bad."

"Yes, it is and – wait. I've got an incoming call." Lightning paused, covering her face with her hands. "It's Serah." How could things have gone so wrong? How was it that she could save the whole world but not have phone sex with her girlfriend? "Fang… I need to take this call."

"You'd better." Fang winced. "Put me on hold and work things out with Serah."

"I'll try to make it quick. I'll tell her it was a mistake." Lightning switched the call over to Serah. "So, uh, hi, Serah."

"Um… Lightning, I got a very interesting picture from you." Serah coughed. "Uh…"

"Look –"

"I know Fang's been away for a couple of weeks, and I love you a lot, I really do, but I don't love you that way." Serah coughed again. "And I'm engaged to Snow, so I don't think it's appropriate for you to –"

"Serah!" Lightning cut through her sister's rambling. "I didn't mean to send that picture to you."

"Oh thank the Maker." Serah breathed a long sigh of relief. "Wait… were you going to send that to Fang?" She giggled evilly, and Lightning shuddered. This was going to be trouble. "Do you two normally exchange those sorts of pictures, or was this a one time only thing?" Serah snickered. "Were you two in the middle of something?"

"Serah…" Lightning had to remind herself that she loved her sister. Killing her would be wrong.

"Oh, you were." Serah cackled. "Who would have thought, the great Lightning Farron indulging in phone sex."

"Serah, please shut up." Lightning wished she could strangle her sister through the phone. "It's not funny."

"But it is." Serah giggled some more and then paused. "Wait… if you were in the middle of having phone sex with Fang when you sent that picture… do you have her on hold right now?"

"I am not answering that."

"You do!" Serah laughed. "Quick, put her on."

"Serah, I am not putting her on."

"Come on, put her on. And it's not like you're going to go back to having phone sex, are you? I mean you've just finished talking to me. Wouldn't that be, I don't know, weird?"

"Fine." Lightning's jaw clenched as she patched Fang through. "Fang, Serah wants to talk to you."

"Oh." Fang made a tired sound. "Hi, Serah."

"Hi, Fang. So, is this the first time you and my sister have had phone sex?"

"What?" Fang snarled. Lightning covered her face with a pillow. "Who said we were doing that?"

"My sister did, but don't blame her. I don't think she meant to let it slip." Serah chortled. "I think it's great. You two can't keep your hands off each other, and now you're getting together on the phone. I never thought I'd see the day my sister tried to have phone sex. It's adorable."

"Serah, good night." Lightning was done with this. Her sister was insane. Since when was attempted – and very much failed – phone sex adorable?

"Wait –"

"Bye." Lightning hung up on Serah. "I'm sorry about that Fang. You know how she is."

"Yeah, I know. Vanille is the same way. Remember that time she walked in on us?"

Lightning laughed. "She acted like she'd never seen a pair of breasts before."

"Which is funny since she's got her own pair, and don't even get me started on some of the things I've caught her doing in the past." Fang snorted. "Let's just say that it's a major case of the pot calling the kettle black."

"Really? You'll have to tell me about that sometime." Lightning could always use more dirt on Vanille, if only to keep the other woman from getting out of control. "So… what now?"

"I'll be honest. The mood is kind of gone."

"Yeah." Lightning sighed – so much for having phone sex with Fang. "Why don't you tell me about your plans for tomorrow then?"

"I guess – no!" Fang growled. "I am not letting your little sister spoil our first attempt at phone sex."

"Fang…"

"Stay right where you are, and take the rest of your clothes off, damn it! I'm going to send you a picture." There was the sound of clothing being removed. "There. That should help bring the mood back."

Lightning checked her phone, and then she checked it again. "Fang… I didn't get the picture."

"What?" Fang croaked. There was muffled cursing and then the sound of her banging her head on what Lightning assumed was the wall. "Crap! Crap! Crap!"

"What now?" Lightning asked. How could this day possibly get any worse?

"You know how you sent your picture to Serah by accident?"

"Yes. Please tell me that you didn't send yours to her too."

"No… but I might have sent mine to Vanille by accident."

"Are you joking?" Lightning contemplated suffocating herself with her own pillow. "Please tell me you're joking."

"No, I'm not."

Lightning bit her lip. This wasn't going well at all. Oh, screw protocol. "Fang, inform the rest of the research party that an emergency has come up. A transport will be arriving at the outpost shortly to take you back to New Bodhum while dropping off officers who can escort the research team the rest of the way."

"What?"

"Clearly, we suck at phone sex." Lightning started putting her clothes back on. "So I am going to come over there with that transport, drop off some officers so that those researchers don't get eaten on the way home and then bring you back with me. That means you and me on a transport, alone. On the way back, we are going to run into some unexpected bad weather, so we won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. We are going to have lots of sex. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." Fang chuckled. "Oh, wait, Vanille's trying to call me. What do I tell her?"

"Tell her to put a sock in it." Lightning yanked her trousers back on. "I'll be there are soon as I can."

X X X

Omake: Not Again

Fang banged her head on the wall. Not again. After the debacle involving their last attempt to have phone sex, she and Lightning had decided to put off trying again for a little while. So naturally, when they finally did get around to trying again, it had to go wrong.

"Fang, you don't have to get so freaked out." Vanille's voice came through the phone absolutely filled with amusement. "It's not like I haven't seen you without a few of your clothes on before. We did grow up together, you know."

"Vanille, can you please just hang up." Fang covered her face with her hands. "This is already embarrassing enough."

"You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, Fang." Even though she couldn't see Vanille, Fang was certain that the redhead was nodding her head in what she assumed was supposed to be a sage-like manner. "It's completely understandable that you'd want to have phone sex with very attractive girlfriend who has been away for two weeks. I get that. What I don't get is why you're dressed like a pirate in this picture – a very sexy pirate, I might add."

"Vanille…"

"Although it is good that you and Lightning are comfortable enough to do some roleplaying. Are you the evil pirate who has come to raid Lightning's booty and shiver her timbers? Or is she the dashing admiral who has captured you and is determined to get the information she wants from you by any means possible – especially any sexy means possible."

"I will kill you. The Maker is my witness, I will kill you if you keep talking."

Vanille laughed. "Fine, fine, I'll leave you alone. But seriously, you two need to double-check who you're sending things to before you send any pictures." She paused. "Say… I don't suppose you have any pictures of Lightning as a pirate do you –"

Fang hung up – and then made a mental note to ask Lightning to be the pirate the next time they tried this.

X X X

Author's Notes

As always, I neither own Final Fantasy, nor am I making any money off of this.

This chapter is based on Fangrai Forever Prompt #359: Fang and Lightning get snapchat, and while Light is at work, Fang decides to snapchat nudes to her.

Yeah, I kind of cheated by changing the prompt around a bit, so I hope you can forgive me. It's kind of funny, but I've had a draft of this on my computer for a couple of weeks now, and I've only just gotten around to finishing it up. For some reason or another, I thought I'd already posted it. Oops.

It's also nice to be back doing some FF XIII stuff after a detour into Frozen and RWBY. Anyway, I've always been fascinated by how much someone's voice plays a part in how we perceive them. Even if all we know about a person is their voice, we already start building up a mental image of them. In Fang's case, I think her voice matches her appearance very well, and it's not hard to imagine Lightning developing a very strong attachment to Fang's voice. Hearing Fang's voice doesn't just remind Lightning of her, it brings to mind all of the experiences (many of them sexy) that they've shared.

As for phone sex – if you're going to indulge in this particular pastime, be careful! As Fang and Lightning discovered, it's very easy for things to go wrong. And those two being who they are, it is no surprise that things do go wrong. Still, they got off lightly, all things considered. Imagine if Lightning had sent her picture to Snow by accident? She'd have to kill him then. As for the Omake, it's a reference to an earlier chapter in which Fang does, in fact, play a BASP (bad ass sexy pirate). Still, I do think Vanille is onto something. Who do you think would make a better BASP, Lightning or Fang?

Finally, I also write original fiction, mostly fantasy. I've recently released my newest original story on Amazon. It's called Two Necromancers, a Bureaucrat, and an Elf. If you have enjoyed my more light-hearted and humorous stories, you will absolutely love this one. Trust me. It's a fantasy with plenty of humour, warmth, action, and a healthy dose of craziness (the kind you've come to expect from me). You can find links to it (and the rest of my original fiction) in my profile. If you're after something a bit more serious, try The Last Huntress. It has plenty of atmosphere and action.

As always, I appreciate feedback. Reviews and comments are welcome.