A/N: Totally wingin' it in case you haven't noticed.
Anywho, on with the story.
Light was pleasantly surprised as Fang plucked the bill from the table before she could. "My treat." Fang grinned, slipping the credits inside. She got up, holding out a hand for Light. The strawberry blond took it, entwining their fingers together and slightly leaning on her as they left.
She cast one worried look over to Serah and Vanille's booth; she had been so distracted with Fang that she had completely forgot about the two. Fang gently pulled on her arm, "Don't stress, Sunshine."
The last glimpse she had of the two were of Serah laughing, and Vanille gesturing widely, her red curls bouncing animatedly. It had been a long time since Light had fully seen her little sister enjoy herself with someone. She smiled, letting Fang pull her back outside in the freezing cold.
This time, instead of wrapping her arm around Light's shoulders, Fang wrapped her arms around her waist. The huntress pulled her tight against her front, burying her head in Light's pink curls. "Too damn cold!"
Light laughed, resting her arms on Fang's and marching against the strong wind. Fang would move her legs with hers - making the two one person. The soldier didn't think about how ridiculous they looked - she was just happy to feel Fang's warm body against hers. She could smell faintly the scent of cinnamon and spice. Bits of raven hair flew in front of her as the wind bounced off from the buildings and whipped around them.
Eventually, they made it to Fang's car. The Pulsian - as always - holding the door open for her and letting her climb inside. Light was shivering it was so cold. She brought her hands together in front of her lips, blowing hot air on them. The driver side door opened then, the wind roaring like a King Behemoth. Fang had to fight against the wind to hold open the door. She finally made it inside, shaking her hair like a dog to dislodge the snow.
"Hey!" Light smacked her as bits of the cold snow were flung on her.
Fang grinned, pinching her cheek in return.
In the cramped quarters, Light half-tackled her - as best as she could in the circumstances - and began to pinch her all over. "Two can play at this game, Sunshine!" Fang reached out her dexterous fingers and caught that one piece of neck. Light immediately clamped down on the bronze hand between her head and shoulder, letting out a small gurgle.
Fang's brow furrowed before she finally caught on to what was going on. She grinned wickedly. "Sunshine... You're ticklish?" Light shook her head, allowing Fang to wiggle her fingers and make the younger woman squeal. "You are! That's so cute!" The huntress snickered, wiggling her fingers again.
"Fang! Stop it! You contact-craving- Stop it, damn it!" Light squirmed, laughing as Fang continued to tickle her. The brunette continued for just a few more minutes until she finally halted. She allowed Light to regain her bearings, smirking as she drove the soldier home.
Light was panting lightly. It was amazing how much air is wasted when you are tickled. The laughing, struggling to get free, all of it was extremely tiring. Along with the cascade of emotions, revelations, and declarations made today - Light was tired. She yawned widely, stretching her arms out to rest on the hood.
Fang glanced over to make some form of jeer or joke, but was distracted as she saw the shiny gleam of the pinkette's bellybutton ring. No freaking way. Fang thought incredulously.
"Fang!" Light yelled, slamming herself back down in the seat and gripping it tightly.
"Wha- Oh shit!" Fang swerved, avoiding the car that she was about to hit. The car skidded for some thirty feet on the snow-covered ground before coming to a rest next to the curb. "That... could have been bad." The brunette breathed out weakly sagging in relief.
She could feel Light's glare as she sat back up. "Sorry..."
"Sorry? You're free to ruin your own car, but you break it, you buy it." Light's eyes narrowed, her nostrils flaring.
"Yes, drill sergeant." Fang muttered, carefully maneuvering the car through traffic.
Despite all odds - and Fang's horrible driving skills - Light slept through the safe ride home. Her body was turned toward Fang, strands of her pink spikes fluttering from the heater blowing on her face. Fang had made sure to take the long route home, driving below the speed limit, stopping at all the stop signs and checking both sides - lingering a few times when she faced the strawberry blond.
Every time they came to a red light, the huntress would reach out, lightly brushing the sleeping woman's cheek or moved some of the spikes out of the way. Her hand would hover on the silk smooth skin - and the amazing thing about it was that Light leaned into the touch. The younger woman would murmur in her sleep, shifting closer to the hand caressing her.
Yeah, FYI mate, you're in love with her. Fang smiled at the thought. Damn right.
They finally arrived at the Farron home. Fang turned off the car, reluctantly. "Sunshine." She reached over, lightly shaking the unconscious woman's shoulder. Light reached up and sleepily shoved the hand away. "Have it your way, then." She got out, walking to the passenger side and gathering up Light in her arms.
"This seems quite familiar, eh?" The huntress kicked the door shut, hobbling over to the front door.
Challenge No. 1! Fang looked for some way to open the locked door. "Shit." She sighed. Shaking Light a bit she asked, "Hey, where's the key?"
"Under..."
"Under...?"
"...mat." Light yawned, snuggling closer to Fang's warmth.
"Right." Fang looked down at the doormat. "Crap. Time to improvise."
She leaned down, so that Light was tilted ninety-degrees. Wrapping one arm around the sleeping body, she reached out the other, swatting the mat aside and gripping the small key. Quickly, she opened the door, feeling a little proud for herself. Very smooth, Fang, good job! Just as she was congratulating herself, she cursed as she felt Light's head loudly come into contact with the side of the door.
Fang froze, closing her eyes to block out her impending doom. None came. She popped open one eye to see Light still fast asleep. Oh someone's gonna be pissed to find that knot in the morning. She winced. Poor Light. She wriggled out of her boots and padded up the stairs to the soldier's room.
The huntress entered the room, gently setting Light on her bed. She unstrapped her boots, letting them fall on the ground, tugged off her jacket and dumped it on Light's desk. Resting her hands on her hips, Fang silently contemplated. Might as well apologize. She leaned over the literally sleeping beauty and place her lips on the spot where she had hit her head.
She straightened up, turned to leave, but - like last night - felt a hand gently and firmly wrapped around her wrist. "Fang?"
The older woman turned to face a blushing Light. "What's wrong?"
"Do you... I mean - Do you want to-to...?"
Fang raised one sharp brow.
"Do you want to-to stay here and - you know...?"
She tilted her head. "Spend the night?"
Light was stuttering profusely now, along with blushing as red as a tomato. "Well- I mean... don't you have to?" Light's confused, crystal blue eyes finally looked up at Fang. "I thought that-"
Fang's eyebrows shot straight up as she realized what Light was implying. "Whoah whoah whoah!" She pressed one finger to the pinkette's lips, silencing her. "It is way too early for that." Fang tried to hide the nervous tremble in her voice unsuccessfully. She cleared her throat. "We got plenty of time, Light, and trust me," She pulled the innocent woman close for a hug. "there's no one else I'd rather make love to than you." Pressing her lips to the side of Light's head, she felt the soft pink strands tickle her face.
That grip on her wrist was released. Light looked downtrodden. Fang groaned. "Damn it, Light!" Said woman jumped slightly in response as Fang leaned so that they were inches from each other. "I am not rejecting you. Do you even know how tempting it is for you to offer something like that. Ugh!" The brunette twisted around sharply, letting out an explosive sigh. "We got time. And believe me, it's hard to resist someone like you - your body alone is seductive enough - but mixed with that wonderful personality of yours," Fang cupped Light's face, her voice going soft. "It's a potent mix. It's so hard," Here she closed her eyes. "not to just give in and-and... It's so tempting." She shook her head, hoping to clear the images that her imaginative mind was creating. Her fingers stroked Light's face, sending pleasurable tingles down the sergeant's body. She fixed Light with an honest stare, showing that she had nothing to hide. "I love you and I want you - but it's too earlier for this, and I don't want to do something you'll regret later."
"I won't regret it." Light mumbled, knowing that she was fighting a losing battle.
"Yeah, you will. The best part about falling in love - besides being by that person's side forever - is just that. Falling in love is the best part." Fang smiled warmly. "We got time."
Light looked away. She couldn't help the feeling of disappointment rising up within her. "Then... will you stay with me? Please?" Light clung to Fang's hand with a renewed vigor.
Fang sighed. "You're not gonna try anything are you?"
"I don't even know how that works between two women." Light huffed, averting her eyes.
Chuckling, Fang went to pull away, teasing the younger woman. "I dunno... I really shouldn't move to fast, you know?"
Light quickly looked for excuses she could use. "Your-your cars broken! How are you going to get home?"
The brunette clucked her tongue, thoughtful for a moment. "True... true... but my home's not far from here." She waved vaguely in the general direction.
"It's night - very dangerous."
"I'm sure I got that covered." Fang smirked. "I think there was something awhile back that happened... I dunno - maybe we saved the world... or something." She coughed out the last part as she felt Light's death glare.
"Fang." Light was on her knees, scooting closer to the standing woman. Okay, plan B... She looked up at Fang, her beautiful blue eyes reflecting the starlight from the open windows. "Please?" She breathed, watching avidly as Fang looked more and more hesitant. "All I want is for you to stay close." Light murmured, pressing her head against Fang's chest. She was startled to hear the Pulsian's heart rate increase dramatically. Wait a minute... Do I make her nervous? Now that was different.
Wait for it... Wait for it... Light squeezed her eyes together.
Fang groaned. "Fine, fine! But don't you dare fling me off of your bed and attack me in the morning, understand?"
Light pulled back, grinning mischievously and brushing her lips against one bronze cheek. "Thank you, Fang."
"Uh-huh." She growled, kicking off her boots and pulling off her jacket.
She stopped as she saw Light dubiously looking at her clothes. "What now?"
"You're sleeping in that?"
"You are." Fang pointed out.
"Hmph. No we are not." She scrambled off the bed, walking to her closet and grabbing some clothes. She tossed Fang a tank top and shorts as she made her way to the bathroom.
"What?" Fang called out. "Not changing in here? We're both women." She grinned as she received Light's glare. The bathroom door shut with a click.
Hmm... Fangy has a plan. Payback for making me so flustered earlier, sweetheart. She waited a few minutes until she could no longer hear movement inside the bathroom. Quickly, she yanked the shorts on, turning around so that her back turned. Then she oh so slowly took her shirt off.
Wait for iiiiiiiitttt...
She could tell when Light opened the door. If the creak hadn't given her away, then the small gasp that followed it did.
Fang slowly pulled the shirt on, turning around slowly, acting oblivious until she pretended to jump back in surprise as she 'saw' Light. "Sunshine! You naughty girl, you!"
Light tried to argue back - speaking of that back... My god, she really is tan all over... Sadly, she was getting so distracted from the smooth skin and fluidity of Fang's muscles turning and twisting as she slowly pulled the shirt on... And she has a few more scars on her back too... The black bra strap... and was that a curve of a breast? The way her hair cascaded down her ba-
"Ooh, Sunshine!" Light was jerked back to reality. "Having fun are we?" Fang chuckled as Light flushed.
The pinkette marched over to her bed, climbing inside angrily and stealing all of the covers, wrapping herself tightly in a cocoon. "Aw, Light." Fang clambered in beside her, tugging her closer. "It's okay to fantasize about me. Everybody else does."
Light grunted.
"Tsk." Fang rested her head on her propped up elbow and began messing with Light's hair. She ran her fingers through the silky locks, lightly scratching at the scalp. She grinned as she felt Light relax her hold on the covers - quickly slipping in beside her and tucking the both of them in.
Fang then leaned over, kissing Light's cheek, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her so that she was flush against her front.
"Love ya, Light."
Light turned around, sneaking her arms around Fang's waist, and burying her head in the brunette's neck.
"I love you too, Fang."
Vanille and Serah were walking arm in arm through Oerba. The redhead would bring her to the distant parts of the village, pointing out places of her childhood, or where the things of here past lay at rest. Every time she did this, her emerald orbs would wander back to half a millennia ago, her eyes distant as she once again lived her past. Serah didn't miss the small traces of pain that flashed across her young features. And, whenever this would happen, Vanille would pause as if she were truly living the scene again. The little Farron would then squeeze her hand, bringing the Pulsian back into reality and showing that she was there for her.
This earned her those priceless smiles that Serah tried to ingrain permanently into her memory.
She was also in another world as well.
She wants to date me? Light blue eyes flickered over to her companion. Why?
Ask her.
"Um..." Serah stopped walking, bringing Vanille to a halt. "Vanille..."
"What's wrong?" The redhead's frowned slightly.
Get it out, already. "Why do you like me?"
Vanille let out a breath. "Phew, you sure are blunt, ain't cha?" Serah looked away from those pure emerald orbs. "Let's see..." Vanille said, releasing her hold on the younger Farron and tapping her chin thoughtfully. She paced in front of the strawberry blond. "You're cute, smart, clumsy, fun-sized-"
Serah arched one eyebrow.
"-funny, sweet, and just all around fantastic. Why wouldn't I like you?" Vanille leaned toward Serah, invading her personal space, hands clasped behind her back.
"But..." Serah didn't know why the hell she was arguing, or why she was dissecting this piece by piece. She just didn't get it.
The Pulsian's smile disappeared as she became serious again. "There's also this." Vanille took her glove off, pressing her bare hand to Serah's cheek. She started as she felt... something. Skin to skin contact with Vanille made some sort of... fire. It didn't hurt but it felt like it would consume her completely - it was as if she wanted to be burnt alive.
"Feel that?" Serah nodded. "I feel it too." Vanille smiled.
And yet, she was still doubtful. Vanille tsked. "Serah, do you own a mirror?"
She gave the redhead a confused look. "You really don't know how beautiful you are, do you?" Vanille asked.
Serah had had Snow a long time ago. He was still in love with her. Serah never was in love with him, he was just a crutch. A way to deal with her sister's growing stoicism and distance. She had never meant to hurt him, she truly believed that she might one day fall in love with him, but then she met Vanille – a girl born five hundred years ago, in another world no less. It was strange how fate made things turn out.
And never had she met someone as sweet or tender as Vanille. Never had she felt such gentle touches or kind words. Small hands protected her more than large, meaty hands ever did. It was crazy - how opposite Vanille was to Snow.
Serah was completely head over heels for this girl.
She stared into those bright, emerald orbs that were inches from her face - and she just reacted.
The strawberry blond lurched forward, locking her lips around Vanille's and wrapping her arms around her neck. Vanille oophmed a little bit as Serah's weight was thrown on her, her eyes wide. But as she felt those arms wrap around her she smiled into the kiss, closing her eyes, and wrapping her arms around Serah as well.
Well, this certainly went better than I hoped.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. There was Serah, his precious Serah... and then- then there was-
"Vanille!" Snow roared. Leaping over the small stone fence in his way and sprinting to the to women. He yanked the redhead away from Serah, pulling her away and holding her upper arm tightly. "What the hell are you doing?" He accused.
"What does it look like?" Vanille spat, tugging at her arm.
"Snow! Let her go!" Serah went to help Vanille but was knocked backwards as Snow shoved her aside.
His bright blue eyes glared down at the Pulsian. "So it was you! You're the reason she broke up with me! You're the reason she won't marry me!" Every sentence was punctuated with a vicious shake.
Serah scrambled up from the ground. "Leave her alone!" Serah pounded her little fists on Snow's shoulders.
Snow growled, shoving Serah hard enough so that she landed harshly on the ground and did not get up. "Serah!" Vanille twisted, trying to get away from the blond.
"You fucking lesbian." Snow roared, raising one hand.
Orange light flashed brilliantly in the night. Snow was thrown clear across the courtyard and into the brick wall of a building. He groaned, rubbing his head and sitting up. He jumped when he saw Vanille standing in front of him.
"You fucking ass." Vanille hissed. "You're drunk, and you just threw your ex-girlfriend on the ground, why do you think she came to me?" She kneeled down in front of the giant. "No matter what you say or do, I will be there for Serah. I can protect her." She got up turning to go back to her girlfriend. "You're despicable, Snow. A poor excuse for the man you once were." Those words hit home.
Serah mumbled incoherently as she came back into consciousness. All of the events that just transpired flashed to the forefront of her mind. "Vanille!" She gasped, shooting up, before collapsing back to the ground. "Ow." She held her head with one hand. Black spots filled her vision.
"Easy, Serah." Small, gentle, silk hands brushed several strands of pink hair from her face. Those hands were definitely not Snow's.
"Vanille?"
"Yep?"
"I'm sorry." Serah whispered, her eyes closed tightly.
Vanille paused for a second before tugging Serah closer and holding her tightly. "It's not your fault." Her head rested on Serah's, those bright eyes watching as Snow clambered to his feet and stumbled away. "No one is going to hurt you anymore, I promise." She squeezed her tighter.
Serah pulled back to brush her lips against Vanille's. "Thank you." The younger Farron smiled at the Pulsian.
The redhead grinned. "Great! Now let's get you home and have some wild, smexy-" Serah slapped her hand over Vanille's mouth, shaking her head.
"I always thought Fang was the kinky one."
"Oh no!" Vanille smirked. "Fang's still a virgin."
"What?" Serah screamed.
Vanille tilted her head. "Why else do you think she gets so nervous around Light for? She knows a lot more - that's for sure - but she has never had sex before."
"You've got to be kidding me." Serah shook her head. "That's impossible."
An amused laugh escaped the Pulsian's throat. "She is. And you know what? We get to tell Light. Turn the tables for once." She winked.
Oh, Maker...
Light's eyes flashed open as she heard the front door close. Peering over her shoulder she saw that it was 1:07 AM. She waited as she heard two pairs of feet move up the staircase silently.
She was able to hear Serah's whisper of, "Oh no! That one-"
Creak.
"...creaks." She finished lamely.
Light chuckled along with Vanille.
"Serah." The younger Farron winced, poking her head into her older sister's room.
"Yes?"
"Come home earlier." She mumbled, burrowing back down beside Fang.
"'kay." She closed their door before grabbing Vanille's hand and tugging her into her room directly opposite.
Vanille had an amused expression on her face. "She certainly seems more laid back."
"I haven't seen her that relaxed since..." Serah's eyes went distant. Small arms wrapped around her waist, pressure from Vanille's head settled between Serah's shoulders.
"We Pulsians work miracles." Vanille murmured, smiling slightly as she felt Serah's body tense as she caught the double meaning. "Oh, relax you." Vanille lightly swatted at Serah's curly hair. "I'm not going to try anything."
Serah rested her hands atop Vanille's. "I know."
A/N: R&R please