Faragonda/Griffin - finding the other wearing their clothes. (Set during the years Faragonda and Griffin attended Alfea and Cloud Tower).

Griffin walked into the Halloween party but stopped dead almost immediately as her eyes landed on a certain someone. Her cheeks heated, her skin prickled, and there was a not unpleasant swooping sensation in her stomach.

That is until someone bumped into her back and grumbled, "Move out of the way, would you? You're blocking the doorway."

Griffin turned and cut the fairy in question a glare. When the other girl saw who exactly she'd just snapped at, she paled and scurried past before Griffin could say - or do - anything else.

Griffin glared after her until the girl was swallowed up by the crowd made up almost entirely of fairies and heroes. Griffin sighed and began to wade through it. She knew that more of her classmates had been invited to the party but for most it wasn't their idea of a good time and had forgone in favour of causing chaos elsewhere.

But Griffin had a very good reason for attending.

A reason that she was currently sidling up beside.

"And just what are you meant to be?"

Faragonda had heard the quiet murmur despite the loud music and chattering crowd and turned to Griffin, amusement already dancing in her eyes, like she knew exactly what effect she was having.

"I'm a witch, duh."

A witch indeed. That was Griffin's dress, cloak, and pointed hat that Faragonda had somehow gotten her hands on and was now wearing, and at a head shorter and being much curvier than Griffin, she should have looked ridiculous… and yet…

And yet…

"Uh huh," is all Griffin said after a rough swallow.

Faragonda's lips curled into a victorious smile and it took everything Griffin had not to let her eyes drop to the fairy's full mouth.

"I'm getting a drink," Griffin announced and turned away before Faragonda could do anything else to set her blood on fire.

She could have sworn that she heard a lilting, "Hurry back," called after her.

Having lost track of Griffin some minutes earlier, Faragonda wandered through the crowds of the party, looking for the familiar tall figure. She was so preoccupied that she hadn't noticed the dark alcove she was passing until a hand reached out and pulled her into it.

"So how exactly did you get all this?" Griffin asked curiously as she pinned Faragonda firmly against the wall with two hands on her hips. As if to emphasise her point more she fisted the dress bunched up under her hands.

Griffin's face was dark in the shadows and her eyes seemed bottomless as she scanned Faragonda from head to toe. The two were completely different shapes so Faragonda had had to get a little creative with the clothes but she was pretty happy with the end result, especially since Griffin had barely been able to take her eyes off her the whole night.

Faragonda grinned again as she casually said, "Borrowed them last time I snuck into your dorm room."

"Borrowed, huh?" Griffin said faintly even as her brain unhelpfully replayed the memory of just what they'd gotten up to during that visit.

"Uh huh. I fully intend on giving it all back. And now you'll always have the memory of what I looked like wearing them."

"You're killing me," Griffin groaned before finally, finally, leaning down to press her lips to Faragonda's.

I love this pairing so much, I'm so glad someone requested it. This one was for an anonymous ask on tumblr. Hope you all enjoyed and reminder that I'm no longer accepting requests for this fic.