Author's Notes: Originally an idea in 2014/2015 for a 2 shot alternating POV in which Light used a travel agency to book a vacation for her and Serah during college. I scrapped it with parts of it eventually winding up in Nectar and this work. I am not committed if Nectar becomes a series, but that would most likely be the structure if I do choose to continue.

Can be placed somewhere after chapter 5 of Nectar.

Like the Moon and River (We Embrace Again)

"You have reached the desk of Sergeant Farron, Guardian Corps Bodhum region. I'm sorry, but I am currently unavailable to answer your call. Please leave a message with yo-"

Click.

"Ugh, Light where are you?" I huffed out loud. I didn't see her come in at night, nor did I hear her in the morning. Third time in twenty minutes. My late lunch was eaten about a half hour ago, the remnants scattered with soapy dishware.

A ping was heard on the counter. Oh, maybe that was finally Light-well, no. Just a girl from one of my classes messaging me about our plans later. Turned out she was in the neighborhood for some shopping before leaving for vacation.

Oh.

Oh.

It would be just like my sister to work overtime.

Sighing a bit, I pressed my hand over my eyes. I'm tired, that was all. I was tired from finals, and working part-time at the café-not an easy feat to juggle with the other job on top of that.

And I forgot that Light would obviously be working more than usual as preparations for the upcoming celebrations. It can get rowdy in Bodhum, even though the town had a reputation of being laid-back. But Light wouldn't-

"Hmm," I wondered to myself as I scanned the fridge door.

Nothing odd. I slowly walked around the apartment. A bathroom mirror, both bedroom doors, endless table counters, and my missing call log later, and... nothing. Not one note from Light saying where she might be. When she would be home.

I did message her.

Looking at the screen, the message was left unread on her work phone. Nothing again on her personal line.

Oh, of course. My only option left…

Switching to the contact list, I pressed on a familiar profile. Waiting on the rings, I heard a gruff male voice on the other side of the line.

"Amodar. Farron, looking for the Sergeant? Or are you calling to actually chit-chat?"

"You know me so well. I'd love to chit-chit the latest school gossip but my sister promised to get back to me about dorm shopping and I haven't heard from her. Something I should know?"

"Oh," the voice paused, before clearing his throat, "She's on a longer field operation, but I reminded her that she had to tell you. I see now she didn't listen, and I can't give you anything more than that."

"I see."

"Sorry, you were worried."

And upset, but I don't want to make a fuss.

"Thank you. I appreciate it. I'll make sure I keep you up-to-date on the latest drama some other time," I said, attempting to end on a positive note.

"You'd better! Little Farron, I'll make sure she gets an earful when she comes back. Enjoy the rest of your day."

The phone beeped, the screen blinking "CALL ENDED". Taking too much effort to reach for a response, I dropped my phone to the side.

"Dearest Claire, why must you be so hard to track down?" I sighed, flopping onto the sofa.

…Forget it. Maybe a nap first before hunting Light down. I closed my eyes, content to stay where I was instead of going upstairs.

Beep beep.

"Huh... What?"

Beep beep.

Groaning, my hand searched for my phone. When I felt the familiar metal, I brought it in front of my face.

That was fast! Maybe Amodar does work miracles for a living.

Flicking to the notification, I read the message:

Message From: Claire

Hey. Saw your message just now.

Will be home late today. We'll talk soon.

"That's just as bad as not answering," I huffed. Quickly typing out a reply, I got up from the sofa.

Stupid Light. You'd think she was avoiding me or something.

Bounding for upstairs, I went past Light's room to get to my room.

Unless…

I paused in my step, between our rooms. Turning back around, I opened the door.

Everything looked in its place, very much in line with its owner. The bed was neatly made, the desk and tables were organized and sorted.

"She did always like cleaning things," I said, making my way over to her desk. Pulling on the drawers, nothing seemed out of place. In fact, the trashbin was the only thing in the room containing a mess.

Which I could help by emptying.

Crouching down, I noticed a ball of used tissue that landed within the crevice between the wall and the bin. Oops, she missed one. Grabbing it, it felt sort of hard, like a coat of paint landed and dried on it.

I dropped it in the bin, and tied up the bag, lifting it from the bin. After sending the bag down the appropriate chute, I washed my hands, and went upstairs, going back to my room. That was when I realized.

Eww! I touched that.

Hard flesh grinded against my apex, flushed with wetness. The warmth emanating from the sweet friction grew hotter, as I continuously bumped against the wall, as if I was bouncing on her lap directly.

I can feel it. She was close to release.

That's when I heard it.

My -

"Serah!"

Taking a deep breath, I noticed that I had been biting my lip at that hot memory. I moved another step, and felt that same wetness down there.

Oh no.

Gingerly touching on my bikini line with my hand, I slowly moved down, close to the source.

Damn, my panties are soaked.

Easing a fingertip in, my slit was completely covered in the same wetness, becoming tacky and noisy the more I rubbed on myself. Taking my finger out, the tip was coated in a sheen of my nectar. Bringing it to my lips, I imagined it was something larger in my mouth.

Pushing the door open to my room, I took off the panties, sticky in the middle, and dropped it to the floor. Getting the phone out, I simply pressed record, placing it on the bed. Diving into the bed, I spread my legs apart, squeezing my tits, rubbing them through my clothes. My hips bucked, chasing the tingles I got from touching myself.

Rubbing on the top of my pussy, my finger grinded against sensitive clit as my mind went back to that last session from… that other job.

I thought I heard it wrong but no. It was her! She came in my mouth so many times too…

Slightly lifting my hips up, my finger traveled up and down my slit, just like last time, dipping in my entrance as I moaned from the contact.

Pumping my finger all the way in, I grinded on myself, fantasizing that hard dick would work itself inside over and over again.

Yes, Light, yes. I want you to fuck me. Fuck my pussy deep.

Imagining how she'd take me from behind, her hips melding along my rear as she rutted into me.

I'm so wet! So wet for you…

Another finger slipped in as I spread myself as far as I could, groping and playing with my stiff nipple on the other hand. I didn't bother with muffling my voice, wantonly moaning as I slotted my fingers to the hilt, palming my clit. I felt my pussy squeeze as those lips made noises schlicking from each pump.

Imagining Light on top of me, pressed against me. Looking at me, my face contorted in pleasure. Knowing her, she wouldn't let me finish until I was climaxing on her fingers or dick. Closing my eyes at the sweet pain coiling at my belly, I drove my fingers faster, slightly curling them as they pulled out and repeating the motion again and again.

That's right, pin me down and pound me pound your little sister's pussy. I want it, I want it, I want -

"Ahhh!" I cried out, as I felt hot warmth leaking down my fingers, my pussy gripping tightly on my fingers as they stayed hilted. My hips undulated in bliss, slowly winding down as I recovered, until I stopped writhing on top of the mattress.

Getting up, I reached for the phone again, and placed it closer to my pussy, fingers slowly grinding as I placed the mic inches away, picking up the lewd sounds, before I stopped the recording.

Sensing the grip loosening, I gingerly took my fingers out, a last squelch of noise made parting from the entrance. Panting, I looked at the fingers that were in me, completely coated in clean sheen of juice, with parts of it white when I roughly pumped. Sucking on it, I lapped it clean, just like how I serviced her a few nights ago.

If only you knew how much I want you here with me.