Do the Do
Title inspired by the prompt I received: "are you still taking prompts? here's one: fang or lightning coming home, throwing the other one over the shoulder to carry them to the bedroom and then doing the do ^^"
Fang heaved a great sigh as she trudged up the walkway to her house, spear resting over her shoulder.
She was tired, cranky, and – most importantly – hadn't seen her woman in over a week. Hadn't felt the softness of her skin, or the sound of her shuddering breath. Hadn't seen her beautiful blue eyes glass over as she was brought to the sharp edge of release.
Fang was nearly stomping up the steps, sari swirling with impatience. Images flashed in her mind of an arching body with pretty pale skin surging up against her, powerful, flexible legs wrapped tight around her hips. She'd run her hands up her bending back, watch her chin tip up and her lips part-
Fang suppressed a shudder as she threw the door open, banging loudly against the wall. She hoped to Etro and all the fal'Cie that nobody was visiting. Anyone caught in her way that wasn't her pink-haired soldier would find a quick path between her spear and the door.
"Light!" she called sharply. Hearing no immediate answer, she tossed her spear aside and stalked through the living room. She heard someone coming up the steps from the basement and immediately.
The door opened just as she reached it and Lightning stepped through.
Fang made a little sound in the back of her throat, drawing Lightning's eyes.
The soldier was currently unstrapping a pair of padded punching gloves, a water bottle tucked under one arm. She pulled the gloves off and then began unwrapping the tape underneath. Her muscles were taut from the strain they'd obviously just been through. Veins could be seen slightly bulging. The tendons in her neck stood out. A white towel was draped over one shoulder.
She was sweating. The longer strands of her hair stuck to her neck and droplets gleamed on the open expanse of her chest revealed by the white tank top. Her eyes were clear and relaxed behind sharp bangs. She wore a pair of little workout shorts that revealed the majority of her long legs.
"Fang. I heard the door." With the handwraps removed, she switched the gloves for her water bottle and unscrewed the top to take a long drink. Still breathing hard, her chest rose and fell with the motion. A small trickle formed at the corner of her mouth and dripped off her chin.
All the while Lightning appeared, somehow, to be oblivious to Fang's heated staring.
Fang swallowed thickly, touching her tongue to her lip, timed with Lightning lowering the bottle and doing the same.
Lightning turned away and dabbed at her face with the towel. "How was the hunt?" After dropping her gloves and tape on the floor – unusual, as she was quite stringent about picking up after herself – she then reached for the edges of her top.
"The... the what?... Light, I... uh-"
Lightning removed the tank top, leaving only a sports bra underneath.
She glanced over her her shoulder, and Fang could see the hint of smile.
Fang's brow raised sharply. "You." She surged forward, blood boiling with a heat that wasn't even close to rage.
A grin split Lightning's features as Fang grabbed her hips and pulled her back. Lightning squirmed, laughter breaking through her charade. "Oh, you are a minx," Fang breathed before spinning her suddenly and ducking to bring her shoulder to her stomach.
She straightened, Lightning, who couldn't stop laughing even with a shoulder in her gut, hung like a rag doll.
Fang locked an arm around her legs and marched to their bedroom. She tossed Lightning onto the bed. Still gasping for breath, smiling and laughing, it was everything Fang wanted to see.
"Bloody tease," Fang growled. Stil standing, she hovered over her sprawled body and anchored a hand on Lightning's thigh while the other slipped straight into her shorts and rubbed atop her underwear.
Lightning laid back on the bed, her laughs turning breathy."You're always like this when you come back from a hunt. That or you're hungry." She stretched and her fingers clawed into the bedsheets. Fang kept rubbing and with a sigh, Lightning finally rose onto her elbows.
She whispered, reaching for her, "Fang."
Fang shook her head, adjusting her fingers to slide under her dampened underwear. "I don't think so, love." She had a perfect view. The ripple of every muscle. Every gasp taken. All the little twists and turns of her head. "You've been a bad girl."
Lightning rolled her eyes. She dropped her hand onto Fang's arm, the only part of her she could reach like this. She curled inward slightly, a knee raising with the rhythmic motions of Fang's hand.
"Fang."
Fang grabbed her shorts and underwear and swiftly pulled them down her legs. Her hands returned to their original places while Lightning squirmed to push the shorts the rest of the way down, getting caught on her shoes. She only got it off one foot before Fang pushed a finger inside of her.
Fang pulled her finger back out and returned to rubbing Lightning's clit. "You're still a little tight. Relax, Light."
Lightning huffed, giving up on shaking her shorts off her leg. "I'd relax a lot more if you'd get down here."
"Oh?" Fang grabbed a leg – the one that didn't have shorts and panties dangling off of it – and lifted it, pulling the shoe and sock off before resting it on her shoulder. She turned her lips to Lightning's ankle, and slowly kissed down her calf, bending along the way.
Lightning bit her lip to hide a smile. "That's not what I meant."
Fang looked at her beneath lidded eyes and winked, pressing her lips lovingly against her leg as she reached her thigh. She knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed, pulling Lightning's hips closer, a knee now hooked over Fang's shoulder.
She pressed more fingers to Lightning's clit, circling just enough to make her hips turn. Fang sucked on her inner thigh, dragging her lips and teeth over the vulnerable flesh. Lightning sighed, a hand delving into Fang's hair, caressing with anticipation.
Fang turned to the other thigh, giving it equal attention. Her free hand soothed over Lightning's abdomen that rose and fell gently with each breath, and carefully brushed around her navel piercing.
At last she lowered her fingers to tease Lightning's entrance. She kissed the rest of the way to her center, turning eyes upward to watch as she covered Lightning's clit with her mouth and gave it a long, dragging, pulling suck.
Lightning's chin turn up sharply, neck bending and shoulders rising from the bed. Her arm stretched as it stroked further through Fang's hair. She groaned in that husky way of hers, setting Fang's blood on fire while Lightning's other hand gripped the sheets and her hips shifted to roll gently against Fang's mouth.
Fang stroked her tongue fully between the folds before covering Lightning with her mouth and sucking in slow, loving repetition. Fang groaned, mouth full of her, tasting all of her. Lightning would feel it as much as hear it, letting her know how much Fang enjoyed doing this for her.
Lightning's chest shook with ragged breathing, tendons in her forearm standing out as she gripped Fang's hair harder. Fang moved the hand on Lightning's stomach higher, brushing the edges of the sports bra. In an attempt to reach up and remove the thing, Lightning's hand got snagged by tangled hair, the sharp pull making Fang grunt and wince.
Lightning quickly sat up and cupped her face. "Oh, Fang, I'm sorry," she breathed, trying and slightly failing not to laugh or moan or shudder.
Fang pulled away and smirked as Lightning's lips pressed apologetically against her forehead. "You are a bad girl. Didn't know you were into hair pulling," she jested.
Lightning was stroking her hair back carefully. Soothingly. "Liar. I've done it enough times." Then, with a deep breath, she returned to her previous action and reached for her sports bra, gripping it at the bottom and tugging it up and off. Her torso stretched with the motion, ribs standing out as she pulled it from her arms and tossed it aside.
Fang stilled to watch her, slightly entranced. Lightning took her hand and brought it to her breast. Fang ran her thumb over the soft skin, feeling the hardened nipple against her palm. She rubbed it, leaning forward to drag her lips over the other breast, biting and marking as she had with her thighs.
Lightning caressed the back of the hand on her breast, tipping her head and body arching to press her breast further into Fang's mouth. Fang inserted a finger, and Lightning's breath caught.
"That's better," Fang cooed.
Lightning made a soft, yielding sound and started to lean back. Fang looked up at her and kissed down her stomach, finger slowly, deliberately, easing into her.
Fang's mouth finally touched her center again at the same time Lightning's head fell back against the bed. A faint groan and she was arching with the stroke of Fang's tongue.
Lightning's hands dropped to the sheets and gripped. Fang paused just long enough to grab Lightning's wrists and stick the hands on her head. Lightning laughed softly, obediently running her fingers back through her hair.
Fang shuddered, groaning as she sucked harder on Lightning, listening to her husky pitch. Her own heated breath was passing heavily through her nose. Noticing the change, Lightning's head shot up abruptly. She rose onto her elbows, watching with intent eyes.
"Are you touching yourself?" she asked, her voice surprisingly even. Fang nodded.
Lightning swore, head dropping back as she squirmed, and Fang lapped at the sudden wetness coming from her. The hand she had cupping herself dove beneath her own shorts, heat swirling in her loins, and rapidly stroked her own center. She pressed a second finger into Lightning at the same time she roughly thrust two into herself.
She jerked against Lightning, grunting and panting, lips sealed over her clit. Fluid was dripping out of her.
"Fang..."
Lightning trembled from head to toe. She cried softly, brokenly. Both of her legs reflexively hooked over Fang's shoulders, clenching around either side of her head. She still had the one shoe on, the heel of which dug into Fang's back, shorts and panties dangling off the ankle.
She caressed her hands through Fang's hair, in rhythm with the sounds she made; Lightning knew full well it drove her lover made.
"Ahh- Fang...Fang...Fang-"
Fang groaned, feeling the tension rattle through Lightning's body, her inner walls clenching hard on her fingers. Her stomach muscles jumped in increasingly rapid jolts. Fang thrust harder into herself, her own thighs quivering.
Lightning writhed. "Ungh... Hnngh..."
Lightning curled up, gripping Fang by her hair and pulling her toward her. Fang kept on with her hands as their lips crashed together, and their breath and their tongues and their teeth said everything that words couldn't.
Lightning came with a violent series of shudders before Fang let herself feel the same release.
Their kiss slowed with long, dragging breaths through their noses.
Then Lightning gripped Fang by her sari and dragged her onto the bed. Clothes were swiftly removed and then Lightning straddled her.
Lips against forehead. "Ohh, I think you've been a good girl."
Though Fang's eyes were still hazy, the smile she gave was all kinds of silly.