Author's Note: I may have forgotten to say it in the initial note, but this takes place presumably before the 13 Days Prologue, except Serah was never made a l'cie/events of FF13 never happened.

Chapter 3: Boil

She woke up, skin slightly sticky with sweat. Pulling away the cover, she let the breeze from the motion cool down the body.

Sitting up, she looked down at the source of her discomfort. Then at her nightstand.

2:32 A.M., the clock read - soft blue light emitting around the numbers.

Only a few hours passed…

Mulling over whether to go back to sleep, Light's mind stayed alert and full of wandering thoughts.

Focusing back on the nightstand, the silhouette of knick-knacks on the table casted shadows against the light. It also wasn't gym day, so she can sleep in, but-

Might as well if I can't go back to sleep.

Taking the couple of steps, she made her way over to the nightstand and grabbed the tissues and lotion, and took off her pajama bottoms. Sitting back down on bed, she spread her legs, as her length twitched from the movement.

With one hand gripping the bottle, she steadied the half-hard length with the other hand as a thin tube of cream was squeezed on top. She breathed out a deep sigh, feeling the cold sensation layered on sensitive flesh.

"Yes…" she exhaled out, airy breath ending in a pant.

Her fingers continued to wrap around herself, a firm meaty ring pulsing up and down, evoking a certain mouth-sleeve to be used.

Etro, that tongue…

Her fingers also clamped against her nipple, steadily flicking against the peaked nub, as she fantasized secret tongue and lips servicing her turgid meat-stick. Eager to suck off her member as many rounds as needed-

Until her mouth is filled with her. And even then the fleshy sleeve continued, milking until she was completely spent inside her hole.

Biting her lip, grunting her arousal out- Light re-imagined the mouth as if it was a soft pussy. How would her secret friend look, splayed out as her cock pumped into those folds? How would the pussy feel as she drove inside- vice-tight or loose and bumpy, slick with heat? How would it taste, after being pounded with cock, until drenched with its own nectar?

Digging on her heels, her toes curling- she pumped her cock faster and harder.

"Ahhh," she moaned out. Hopefully that didn't travel beyond her room.

She imagined running her hand across that mound, slightly pressing down as she fucked pussy in her mind. The soft pink hairs framed around cunt wet with arousal as she came-

Ser-shit, tissues!

Throbbing meat twitched as her hand flew from her chest to swipe the top of the box. The tissue cupped in front of the tip, as spurts of cum was caught.

Light's legs relaxed as she finished, heavy breaths and sighs for every languid stroke. Another clean tissue to clean up any remnants, then she stood up to dump them into the wastebasket. The spot at the edge of the bed was damp with sweat.

The tissue box and lotion bottle returned back to their places on the nightstand.

2:53 A.M.

She put on the bottoms, and stretched out on her bed.

And I was doing well the past week…

Yawning, she moved around the bed, as she buried her face into the pillow.

Stop thinking about her. You have to let this go.

She deserves a better sister.

-3 DAYS LATER-

The door unlocked as she stepped inside to a silent house.

Today, she had an early shift at work, and wouldn't need to come in the next day. Glancing around the room, she picked up a couple of books left on the floor and placed them on the table near the sofa.

Going into the kitchen, Light opened the pantry door and grabbed her post-shift snacks. Shuffling over to the table, she noticed the stove had a few specks of crumbs looked over from the last meal.

When was the last time I cleaned? As in really cleaned?

She decided.

Tying her hair, and changing into fraying and stained clothes, she got to work.

Starting from the kitchen, Light wiped down all the stoves, and gotten rid of the buildup in the grease trap. Then she set the robot to wipe the floor.

Over onto the living room, she went through the room with a clean duster, picked up, vacuumed, and re-organized the shelves. While shuffling around the books to align by size order, she mused over the last conversation with Amodar.

"Farron, step into my office."

"Yessir."

Lightning got up from her desk and followed him, closing the door behind her.

"You requested paid time off?"

"Yessir."

"I can give you the days off. I would need to know when because, if you haven't heard 'round the place, Sanctum is visiting us soon. All hands on deck." Amodar explained.

"For what purpose?"

"Officially? It's their way of maintaining that training is being kept up to par on all the military branches. I think they're poaching for candidates to place into PSICOM."

Amodar scratched his chin, "Anyways, that's all speculation. What days did you say you wanted off?"

"Ahh… I don't have that finalized, sir. Serah's still deciding on which dates to go. I'll follow up with her."

Amodar looked at her for a couple of moments from his chair, and said, "I see. She's going to University in a couple of months?"

"Yessir."

"Farron, you can drop the sirs. We've known each other for some time now. And do feel free to sit."

"Yessir-er, Yes."

Lightning stiffly sat in the nearest chair facing Amodar's desk.

"Serah's going to Eden University? She's dorming there?"

"Yes, it's easier than commuting, or from a rental at Palumpolum."

"And you'll be visiting dorms with her?"

"Maybe. She hasn't told me what she wants to do, only set a couple of days aside."

"I see." Amodar leaned back in his chair, as if he was assessing an exam. Closing his eyes briefly, he gazed towards Lightning's eyes.

"I'm not sure how to tell you this, but Serah actually called me yesterday." Her eyes widened as he continued, "She called me about you taking, or not taking, time off. I thought this was related to the University move, but now I'm not so sure."

"Sh-she didn't tell me anything about calling you."

"Yea. I figured."

Leaning forward, he stated, "Far-Lightning. Is everything…OK? At home?"

"It's fine, at least I thought it was fine." Glancing down, Lightning then met Amodar's inquisitive gaze.

"Why do you ask?"

The living room was finished. Moving the cleaning supplies upstairs, Lightning's next area of work were the bedrooms. Serah told her she was out on a part-time job.

Part-time job? When did she get one? How didn't I know until now?

Landing in front of Serah's bedroom, she went in and dutifully dusted the general areas. She picked up some knick-knacks from the floor and placed them all in a spot on the nightstand counter. The room looked otherwise cleaned, and would need a floor sweep to finish.

"Why do I ask? Lightning, why don't you know everything about her University plans?"

At Lightning's confused expression, Amodar clarified, "This is, I'm assuming, a huge milestone in Serah's life."

"Doesn't she tell you every little detail about her plans? Did you ask her like any overbearing parent?"

"Recently, our schedules haven't been aligned-one of us is always not at home at the same time."

"From what I'm seeing, it doesn't look like you two are on the same page at all. When was the last time you sat down and talked with her?"

Amodar sighed when Lightning didn't respond.

"Farron, go home and take the next day off. Fix this with Serah before you regret something. That's an order."

Grabbing the floor duster, she paid closer attention to cleaning around corners and legs, until she noticed a piece of fabric hanging out of one of Serah's bottom drawer. Making her way towards the drawer, she grabbed the piece of clothing, and opened the drawer to shove it inside, until-

Oh.

She had Serah's panties in her hand. The slight lacy black fabric burned a hole in her palm.

No more touching things in her room!

Dropping the clothing quickly in the drawer, she slammed it shut harder than she meant to. The sound echoed in the room, as Light took one last glance for any areas that were missed.

She left her room, with the cleaning supplies, and went downstairs, shoving intrusive thoughts from her mind and focusing on anything else. Sitting on the sofa, she took a moment to rest from cleaning, placing her feet up on the small ottoman in front.

Energy drained from her day, she tilted her head towards the couch nearby.

Yeah, that looks nice.

Slowly getting up from the comfortable sofa, she dragged herself a short few steps, and stretched out on the couch. Curling up as much as she could, her eyes slowly closed.