A/N: I'm sorry. This was horribly late, I know. Got lots goin' on. Ditzy fluffy romance coming up. XD

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Fang was the first to wake. Her eyelids fluttered open only to shut quickly as the sunlight streamed in through the open window. Muttering incoherently, she tugged Lightning closer, burying her head in the strawberry locks in hopes that she would fall asleep once again.

After a few minutes in which sleep did not claim her, she gave up, lifting her head from the pillow to rest it in her palm as she watched the beautiful woman beside her sleep. Idly, she traced patterns on Light's arm, smiling as the woman drew closer to her. This waking up next to Light and watching her sleep – it was comforting. It made Fang happy, content.

The brunette's eyes roamed over Light's face to land on her lips. She reached one hand up to trace them. She halted as she saw Lightning part her lips, letting out a sigh. Her hand drifted back down to wrap around her waist as she rested her head above the ex-soldier's. Fang had never felt this way about anyone. She had never felt her heart rate start ten times faster when she first laid eyes on them, when she got close to them. And never would she have followed someone who was charging into enemy territory, armed or not. But Lightning was special… She was different. Everything about her intrigued Fang, it made her want to dig and shift through Lightning's thoughts to see the person that was beneath the exterior. Lightning was the most unique person she had ever met.

Thinking about it made an intense want and love well up in her heart. A fierce protectiveness that she had only been known to have for Vanille. It was now for Light as well, but not on a sisterly level. The Cocoon native had opened her heart to what would have been her enemy – had circumstances been different. And now look at them… cuddling in the bed together like they were lovers. It was ironic to Fang. Five hundred years ago, she would have done anything to kill a person like Lightning – a viper intent on destroying her home. She was confident that – if Lightning had been born in that timeframe and if they had met – she still would have been rooted to the spot, her heart hammering in her chest. And then Lightning would most likely run her through with her gunblade and call it a day.

Fang chuckled at that thought. Imagining Lightning wiping off Fang's blood from her precious blade and then stalking off to yell at the lower ranking soldiers was priceless. I'm such a softie now, she thought. Lightning shifted in her sleep, throwing an arm around Fang's waist and burying her face in Fang's neck. But I love it. Fang grinned. I wonder…

Peering down at the strawberry blond, Fang pulled away, ignoring Lightning's mumbled protests. She leaned over Lightning, holding herself up with her arms and leaving her legs tangled with the blonde's. The huntress leaned down, slowly so that the sleeping woman would not wake. She brushed her lips over Lightning's cheek, before moving up to press them against her eyes, her other cheek, her forehead, her chin, jaw line…

Little did she know, Lightning was beginning to stir. She frowned as she felt something feather light and smooth glide over her skin. She cracked an eye open and only just managed to suppress her gasp as she saw Fang kissing her all over. As Lightning became aware of what was going on, she could feel the small sparks of fire that Fang's kissing was making. Every time those luscious lips pressed upon her skin she felt something similar to jolts of electricity. Her heart began to pump wildly, her body growing warm.

What? What am I supposed to… do here? Lightning froze as Fang continued to kiss her. Truthfully, she didn't want to move, but she couldn't just lay there and take all of this could she? Or could I? The thought was appealing. Eventually Fang would stop, but until then, Lightning would bask in the moment. When was the next time something like this would happen?

Fang paused at Lightning's neck, feeling the woman's pulse pick up speed. Her jade eyes flicked up to study Lightning's face. Her breathing does seem to have picked up a tad. Fang grinned before sucking down on the slender neck experimentally. She stifled the laughter that bubbled up as she felt her tense. Lightning was biting her bottom lip. Sunshine, you naughty girl, you… Don't want me to stop, do ya? Fang pulled away from her neck, hearing a soft sound escape Lightning. I swear that sounded like a whimper. The mighty Sergeant Farron, whimpering for touch – never thought I'd see the day. She could feel the strawberry blond tremble as she hovered in front of her.

"Sun-shine." The Pulsian woman sang. Lightning tried to control the involuntary twitch that came along every time Fang used the godforsaken nickname. It didn't work. "Light." She felt a warm hand pressed on her cheek. "I know you're awake. Open your eyes." She didn't open them. "Light." Fang's demeanor changed from playful to serious. Hearing the change in the woman's voice, Lightning popped open one eye.

The raven haired beauty hovered in front of her, only inches away. There was no smirk, no teasing expression, nor mirth in her eyes. For once, she was completely serious. Lightning stared back into those captivating emeralds, wondering what Fang was thinking. She kind of got a clue whenever Fang suddenly lowered down and pressed her lips firmly to hers.

The older Farron let out a muffled grunt of surprise as she felt Fang's body press down upon hers. Her eyes remained open for a few seconds, her brain still trying to process what was happening to her. Eventually, the things that Fang was doing with her mouth and tongue made her eyes roll skywards and close. Their lips meshed together in a dance that was sweet and tender until passion began to take over as Fang's tongue licked her bottom lip, asking for permission. Lightning complied, having never done this before she let Fang take the reins. The brunette's tongue slipped inside her mouth, twisting and sparring with her own. Lightning groaned as the sensations evoked a heat, a molten warmth deep inside of her. Her hands went to grasp Fang's locks, earning a satisfied purr as she tugged on the loose strands. Fang's hands – which had been resting on either side of Lightning's head – moved to cradle the woman's face. They both could feel the kiss escalating from something slow and patient to fast and passionate, both of them utterly losing control. Lightning was unconsciously arching into Fang, small gasps escaping her lips as she tried to get oxygen but not break away from the contact. Whatever Fang was doing to her, it was damn good and she couldn't get enough of it. Apparently Fang felt the same way, seeing as she was letting out small growls and purrs as well. Lightning tasted so good and those lips were so soft… A bronze hand wandered down to slip underneath Lightning's shirt and began to slide up, caressing the smooth skin and going straight for Lightning's—

BAM!

The door was forced open and slammed against the wall.

Serah stood there as the two broke apart, frying pan in hand, blushing scarlet as she saw Fang on top of her sister, about to devour her. She quickly covered her eyes with a mitten covered hand. "Um… B-breakfast is ready." She turned to scurry away, bumping into the wall in the process.

Fang smirked, looking down to see a breathless and blushing Lightning, looking up at her as if she didn't want any breakfast, even if she was embarrassed by her sister walking in on her first kiss/makeout session. "Guess we should listen to little Farron, yeah? Otherwise she'll get Vanille." Fang made a face. "That's punishment enough."

Lightning didn't manage to hide the disappointment on her face. Fang smiled, leaning down to brush her lips quickly on Lightning's, pulling away lest the taste make her start all over again. "Come on." She got off of the strawberry blond, holding out a hand to drag her out of the bed.

When they arrived they saw Vanille, balanced on a bar stool and chatting with Serah. She turned to face them as they entered, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Serah said all you were doing was making out! But the moans coming from your room sounded like something else." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

The older Pulsian frowned, smacking the back of Vanille's head. "Enough."

"What?" The redhead shrugged. "I'm just glad you know how to start at least." Fang tensed.

"Start what?" Lightning asked, her eyes flicking over to a grinning Vanille and back to Fang, who was blushing.

"Oh, it's just Fang has never had—" Vanille yelped suddenly as Fang pounced on her. They rolled around on the ground, Fang tickling the girl so that she could hardly breathe, let alone tell Lightning anything.

"Not a word, you demon child." Fang pinched Vanille's arm, earning a high-pitched squeal and a smack on the arm.

"She's gonna find out sooner or later." She wriggled out of Fang's grasp, running around the island to hover behind Serah, her hands resting on the younger Farron's hips. Serah blushed as she saw Lightning glance over at her, her blue eyes narrowing at the troublesome redhead who currently had her paws on her little sister. "And – judging from the sounds coming from that room – it's going to be soon."

Fang growled, lunging across the island to grab at Vanille. Serah raised one frying pan and pointed it at her like Lightning would with her Omega Weapon. "No rough housing while I'm cooking." She gave Vanille a look. "Period."

Lightning came up behind Fang to wrap her arms around her, immediately calming down the huntress. Resting her head on Fang's shoulder, she watched as Serah and Vanille talked and cooked at the same time. Vanille would always have something to talk about. Whether she acted ditzy and harebrained or intellectual and deep, whatever she said caught and held Serah's attention. It seemed familiar for some reason. Her eyes watched Vanille for a moment before realizing what it was.

Every time Serah blushed, every time she smiled, it was just like Lightning reacting to Fang's advances. There must have been something in Oerba's water back then. These two are so much alike.

"What're you thinking about?" Fang murmured, her head turned to the side slightly so that she could see Light out of the corner of her eye.

"Serah's… happy. With Snow she was always smothered – as if they weren't equals. Vanille makes her feel at ease." Lightning smiled. "It's like us."

Fang was quiet for a moment, watching the two younger girls with Lightning. "Was that your first kiss?"

"How'd you know?"

The huntress snorted. "How couldn't I know?"

Lightning's eyes narrowed. "Hmph."

"You were lovely by the way."

"You weren't too bad, yourself."

"Oh? We're playing coy now, are we?" Fang grinned. "How much farther are you willing to go?" She turned around in Lightning's arms, her eyes boring down into the ex-soldiers.

"Hey!" Fang and Lightning looked up to see Vanille, hands on hips and giving them an accusatory glare. "No sex in the kitchen. That's un-san-itar-y."

Lightning buried her head in Fang's chest. "Vanille, one of these days, karma is going to bite you in the ass so bad."

"Until then, I'll commit evil deeds for the amusement of Serah and myself."

"Serah," Fang looked to the younger Farron. "Please tell me that this little brat hasn't corrupted you."

"Erm… do you mean corrupted-corrupted or… corrupted-corrupted?" Serah asked, timidly.

Lightning's head shot up. "Serah!"

"What? She-she…" Serah gestured weakly at the two Oerbans before facepalming. "I didn't have sex with her or anything…"

Vanille scowled. "Serah's a big girl; she can handle her own relationships."

"Guh…" Lightning thumped her head on Fang's shoulder, who rubbed her back consolingly.

"Do you want to go somewhere for breakfast?" Fang offered.

Lightning nodded mutely.

Fang ran her hand through Lightning's hair before turning to the two, chuckling. "We're going out to get breakfast. Both of you," Her eyes landed on Vanille. "Behave."

"Yes ma'am!" Vanille saluted, helping Serah prepare breakfast for the two.

As Fang and Lightning went back upstairs to get dressed, Fang couldn't help but say, "They are a kind of cute couple."

"Right. A mini Fang trying to ravage a mini Lightning. Cute."

"They are our minis!"

"Except they can't fight." Lightning rolled her eyes. "Serah can't even kill a spider."

"Yeah, and Vanille with her fishing rod…"

"I heard that!" Vanille shrieked.

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"Ya know, we really don't know each other all that well." Fang stated, stabbing at a piece of egg. Her green eyes flicked up to watch her girlfriend's reaction.

Lightning let out small snort. "Well, we do seem to make our own standards. After all," She rested her head in her palm, thinking. "How many women do you know meet up in the middle of a rioting city, one who was riding on a bike made of two women, both end up running around Pu- Gran Pulse, and then saving the world, all the while killing thousands of soldiers and beasties?"

Fang paused, her mouth open with a forkful of eggs about to enter, her forehead crinkled. "On Cocoon they might not meet that way, but you should have seen how we rolled on Gran Pulse."

"Oh, I'm sure." Lightning rolled her eyes. A few minutes of uninterrupted silence passed. Normally, Lightning would feel the need to squirm, fidget, or escape to the 'bathroom', but with Fang, it was a companionable silence; effortless.

"Fang?"

"Yes, Sunshine?"

Lightning's eye muscle twitched in response. She was trying to get better. Really.

"What was Vanille talking about?"

"Nothing! It was nothing. Pa–lease! Why would you think–?"

"Fang."

Fang mumbled something, scratching her head.

"What was that?" Lightning leaned forward, unknowingly showing off her breasts in her tank top. Fang was quick to notice, her eyes immediately honed in on the crevasse between Lightning's rather large chest. She followed Fang's eyes down – which were quite literally focused on her breasts – and blushed slightly. Lightning was starting to get used to the fact that Fang would do these things to embarrass her, but here? It looked as if Fang wasn't expecting a morning glory view of Lightning's amazing assets. She shifted to the right, the corners of her lips turning up into a smile as Fang's jade eyes followed the movement. She shifted over to the left and still Fang watched her. "Hey, Fang?" Lightning reached over, snapping her fingers right in front of Fang's face. The Pulsian jumped violently as she came back from her own little world.

"Huh? Wha—? I didn't do it."

"What. Was. Vanille. Talking. About."

Fang eyes wandered back down. "Nuh-uh!" Lightning gripped the woman's chin and hoisted her back up. "Snaggletooth, answer me."

The lancer was blushing uncharacteristically. "It was nothing… I swear…"

Lightning facepalmed. "You're blushing! It can't be nothing." Fang was biting her bottom lip. "Look, whatever it is," Lightning's hand moved upwards to cup Fang's cheek. The woman leaned into the touch, her eyes trained on Lightning's. "It's not going to bother me or make me mad. You can tell me anything, Fang. We're girlfriends, right?"

Fang eyes darted around the restaurant. "Can we go somewhere more private? Please?"

The ex-soldier arched an eyebrow before getting up and dropping enough gil on the table to pay for the food and tip. Lightning gripped Fang's wrist when she went to get her own gil. "You got the last time." She released her, exiting out of the restaurant and walking down the sidewalk, Fang in tow.

Right now, trudging after Lightning, her head down with hands stuck in pockets, Fang looked like a kid that stole candy and got in trouble. She was watching Lightning's boots move back and forth, right, left, right, left… Waiting for the time when she would spin on her heel and demand what was going on. Any… minute… now…

Brown boots spun in a circle. Fang's lips quirked upwards. Like clockwork. Her eyes went up to meet Lightning's before shifting away to find something else to look at. Lightning's arms were crossed, as unmoving as the crystal remains of Cocoon.

She waited patiently, letting an unnerving stare rest on the nervous Pulsian.

"Gah…" The Pulsian smacked both hands over her face, letting out an explosive sigh. "I'm a virgin." She threw her hands out and down so that they landed on her jeans with a loud smack. "There. It's out. Bet's on the table."

Silence.

Abruptly, Lightning busted out laughing, clutching her stomach.

"Wait… So you're telling me that you were getting stressed out and… haha… nervous because you're a… haha… virgin?"

Fang pouted.

"And… haha! I thought I was the sad case."

"Hey! You're a virgin too!"

"But-," Lightning had to pause to catch her breath. "You just don't look– or act – like a virgin!"

Loud chatter was heard as four distinct figures appeared around the corner of a shop, just as Lightning said this.

All of NORA passed by, Gadot, Lebreau, Maqui, and Yuj – they all witnessed Fang's embarrassing little secret that was suddenly paramount. They had gaping mouths and wide eyes as they stared at the Pulsian woman. Needless to say… it was her worst nightmare.

"?"

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Back at the Farron residence…

Vanille tugged at Serah's hair. "Take it ooooofffffffff…"

Serah bit her lip, smacking Vanille's hand away. "Idontwanna."

"Do it." The sneaky redhead pulled the jeweled hair tie from Serah's hair, letting it loose from that ridiculous side ponytail that the younger Farron always wore. Vanille sprinted away, running up the stairs, searching for a place to hide it from her.

"Vanille!"

She dashed into a room, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it. As she turned around, leaning back against it and sighing in relief, she opened her eyes and gulped at her newfound realization.

Vanille was in Lightning's room.

Oooooooohhhh, I wonder if Lightning has anything that she'd rather not let anyone see.

Small bangs from the door reverberated through Vanille's body, "Vanille! Get out of Lightning's room! She's gonna kill you."

"Aw, I'm glad you care, dearest."

"Vanille!" It sounded like a half-sob. Vanille smiled a little as she heard Serah slump to the ground in defeat, still in front of the door.

"I'll be right out, Serah."

Vanille walked over to Lightning's bedside table, pulling the drawer open. Survival knife (typical), sidearm (typical), remote to the TV… pictures from when Lightning was younger? Vanille picked it up, looking at a early teenage version of Lightning that was smiling at the camera. She shifted through the pictures until she finally found the softer features of the younger Farron.

Sitting on the comforter of Lightning's bed, Vanille flipped through pictures of Serah as a baby, giggling at the camera, as a toddler taking her first steps and looking absolutely surprised that she could do such a thing. She saw Serah as a child, wrapped up in Lightning's cape as she sat next to her older sister, who was looking mildly amused. Vanille's eyes widened when she saw Serah going to her first prom, her hair done by a professional, makeup highlighting her already gorgeous features. Then there was nothing – no more pictures.

She bit her lip for a moment before sticking a few of Serah's pictures into her pocket, placing the others back. Completely forgetting about hiding Serah's hair tie, she got up, opening the door to find the younger Farron with her arms wrapped around her knees and a annoyed expression plastered on her face.

"Not funny, vanilla." She held out one pale hand.

Without warning, Vanille plomped down beside Serah and drew her into a hug. Serah peeped at the sudden affection. "I love you, Serah." She felt the small hand running through her hair, idly thinking, I wonder if Fang is so touchy feely like Vanille.

Serah pulled back to look at Vanille. "What's wrong?" Her redhead's eyes seemed distant, as if she were thinking deeply about something.

"It's nothing." Vanille waved off, leaning back against the wall. Her hand continued to run through the soft, pink strands. "You look pretty with your hair down." Vanille said, smiling at the faint blush on Serah's cheeks.

"Stop trying to change the subject." Serah mumbled, burying her face in Vanille's neck.

"But you distract me so!" Vanille raised the back of her unoccupied hand to her forehead in a dramatic fashion.

She squeaked as she felt Serah pinch her upper thigh. "Hey! My, you are forward, aren't you?"

"Vanille!" Little fists pounded on her side.

Vanille caught them, pulling Serah on top of her and kissing her.

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"Where's your damn gunblade? Of all the times you do have it, it couldn't be now?" Fang moaned, as they ran away from the four NORA members, who continued to pester her about her virginity.

"What do you need my gunblade fore?"

"So you can bloody shoot me!" Fang hissed, hurdling over a short fence. Lightning caught an angry, irritated expression on the older woman's face. And she was blushing even more.

I can see why she and Vanille always try to make Serah and me blush. She thought flipping over a moving vehicle in their way. It's kinda fun. She grinned.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're smiling in this situation. Any other time, its all frowns but nooooo, whenever Fang is in trouble or pain you enjoy it, you viper sadist from hell!" Fang screeched at her.

Lightning had to stop then, she was laughing too much to run. Hands on her knees she watched as Fang continue to run, oblivious, for about half a mile. She burst out with another round of laughter as the brunette twisted this way and that, looking for her. This was so funny to her. For once, Fang was on the spot. It was a nice change of pace.

Fang doubled back, grabbing her arm and yanking her with her. "I am not going to put up with those four! C'mon!"

"Hey, Faaaaaaaaaaaang!" Lebreau sang. A horror struck expression flitted across Fang's face. "You were trying to get into my pants and you don't even know how!"

"Hey!" Both yelled, before turning back to each other. "Hey!"

"You were trying to get into her pants?" Lightning grabbed Fang's shirt, bringing her close to her face.

"Uh – no! I don't even – I didn't know you then and she's—Oh c'mon! Now is not the time!" Fang reached over, gripping Lightning's collar and shaking her. "You can kill me later. C'mon!" She threw Lightning over her shoulder in a fireman carry and sprinted away from NORA.

Rage was running through Lightning. Rage at Lebreau, rage at Fang for 'flirting' with Lebreau, rage at Lebreau 'flirting' with Fang, rage at that entire thing. Her hands gripped Fang's side and back with clawed fingers. She did not like Lebreau near Fang. Possessiveness began to take over.

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"Phew." Fang said, accidentally looking over the shoulder that Lightning was on, getting a very nice view of her finely sculpted ass. Blinking a few times, she slowly turned the other way to look over her other shoulder and get a view that wouldn't make her tackle Lightning to the ground.

Lightning hadn't said anything while Fang had been sprinting away from the group, cursing and panting all the while. And now, it was making her nervous.

Standing in front of Lightning's home, she deposited the ex-soldier on the ground and opened the door for her. Not so much as even looking at her, Lightning strutted through the doorway, head held high, fists clenched. Fang hesitantly followed.

Oh this is gonna su- BAM!

Fang stumbled back, clutching her jaw. She gave Lightning a comical, reproachful look. "Ow?" BAM! On her knees now. "What the hell?" BAM! Flat on the ground – was Lightning's ceiling supposed to be spinning around?

She groaned as Lightning sat atop her, her blue eyes icy. Fang was about to open her mouth and fire off an accusation but felt a hand slap her, hard. "Don't you even."

Truthfully, Fang was beginning to get turned on by this – even though she knew she shouldn't be, especially since her life was in Lightning's hands right now. She had always been a masochist though – look who she was in love with. She wriggled beneath Lightning. "Or what?"

Another sharp, stinging slap.

That's it.

Fang shot up, switching their positions and roughly kissing surprised woman. Breaking off first she said, breathily, "That," She panted. "Is called preemptive strike." Lightning growled, bucking the other woman off and getting ready to punch her lights out.

Her fist made contact with Fang's hand as the woman blocked the punch. The same thing happened to the other hand. The Pulsian sat back up, yanking Lightning's arms back and kissing her just as rough and passionate as the first time. Lightning moaned. At this rate she wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

Once again she reached out dragging Fang's head back by grabbing her hair. The huntress hissed, her eyes wild – and not just with anger. Lightning reached the other arm to slap her before she felt sharp canines at her throat. That was it. Instead of pulling the woman away, she brought the brunette closer, arching into her as teeth met a sensitive spot. She let out a loud moan as Fang's nails scratched through her tank top, leaving red trails even with the clothing on. Lightning grabbed Fang's face, pulling her back up for another heated kiss. She wasn't even aware of it, but both of them were rocking against each other – Lightning and Fang were trying to get as close as humanely possible with one another.

Thump.

Both of their eyes popped open as they pulled away slightly and peered up the stairs. They saw two small figures… grappling?

Lightning was the first to realize. She shot off of Fang, who oophmed, and ran up the stairs, tackling Vanille off of Serah and interrupting their heated makeout. "Ravaging redheaded seductress!"

"Lightning, no!"Fang pulled her off of her little sister.

"Unhand me you flirtatious, virgin seductress!" Lightning flailed in Fang's grasp.

This was horrible timing but Vanille couldn't help herself and snickered. "About time she told you." Another vicious growl sent Vanille scrambling over to Serah.

"Will you chill out?" Fang spun Lightning around by her shoulders.

Using their combined momentum, Lightning punched Fang again. "Dammit, woman!" Fang howled, shaking her head as stars came into her vision.

She pinned her arms to the struggling woman, throwing Vanille an angry, exasperated look. "Get in Serah's room – both of you." She then drug Lightning into her room.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You flirted with Lebreau." Lightning hissed, her eyes narrowing to slits.

"It was before I met you!"

"You were trying to 'get into her pants'?" Lightning even made quotes with her fingers.

"Ugh!" Fang covered her face with her hands, beginning to pace in Lightning's room.

"And you think you can solve everything by kissing me senseless?"

"You think you can solve it by hitting the shit outta me?" Their voices continued to rise one after another.

Lightning advanced until she was inches away from Fang's face. "Yeah, I think it helps."

Fang was getting distracted by how close Lightning was to her. Her eyes traced over each and every perfection. That was it – Lightning was perfect. Nothing was wrong, a sculpture without any trace of scar or blemish.

She couldn't contain herself. Fang closed the distance with her lips and body, pulling Lightning closer. There was no way that Lightning could fight it. She melted into the embrace, wrapping her arms around Fang's neck and letting the Pulsian dominate her.

Breaking off the kiss, Lightning leaned away, feeling Fang's lips trail down to her neck, her raven tresses tickling the skin there. Fang nipped lightly at the soft skin there before pulling back and softly brushing her lips against Lightning's. "Yes, I think it helps."

Lightning pulled away, staring at Fang. "I hate you."

Fang's eyes softened. "I love you. No one else."

"Mmph."

Fang chuckled – stopping whenever her jaw protested. "Look, Light." She turned her face back around with one slender finger. "I don't want anyone else." Lightning was about to argue but felt another finger placed over her lips. "I don't. Not anymore. I never even did anything with Lebreau. We flirted – that was all." She paused. "Light, do you know how perfect you are? Why would I want anyone else?" She genuinely seemed confused.

"Yeah, right…" She brushed off, trying to pull away.

"Will you listen to me? I get it. You're scared, but I'm not leaving you unless you want me too – which I hope you don't because I love you. That is the whole," Fang made a wild, encompassing gesture. "Point of this. I'm with you, Light and I will always want to be with you." She searched for some reaction in Lightning's eyes. "To think that I preferred Lebreau over you – Just… Ugh!" She shivered violently. "I'd have to be blind, deaf, and dumb."

Lightning let out a small smile at that.

"So, c'mon, cheer up – and not by your favorite pastime of bitch-slapping and punching Fang. Speaking of which," She held her jaw, opening and closing her mouth. "Could I get some ice? Because I'm pretty sure that I'm gonna bruise."

"Sorry." Lightning said, gently touching Fang's cheek. She sighed, before stiffening again. "Vanille."

Fang wrapped her arms tighter around Lightning. "Wait, Ligh-!" BAM!

Lightning was out of the room, barely catching Fang's loud, "Motherfu-!"

She burst through Serah's room, her eyes flashing as they landed on the cowering redhead. "You!" Lightning jumped over the bed, trying to pounce on the small Pulsian like Fang did to her. Vanille squeaked, dashing from her spot and out of Serah's room.

"Vanillllllllllleeeeeee!"

Little Vanille ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. She stood behind the island, shaking a tinsey bit, and looking around for anything she could use defensively. "Aha!" She grabbed a frying pan from the counter, holding it like a bat, and snuck to the side of the open doorway.

Lightning ran into the kitchen a few seconds later. "Vanille, I'm gonna—," WHACK!

Everything went black.

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Fang and Serah made their way down the stairs. Serah was supporting Fang who was clutching her nose that was bleeding. They both expected to find the tattered remains of the little Pulsian that they knew and loved so much. Instead they found the opposite. Lightning was on the ground, her mouth hanging open and a hell of a bump on her head. Vanille was crouched next to her, a can of whip cream in one hand and chocolate syrup in the other.

Lightning currently had a white moustache complete with beard, wrinkly chocolate creases on her skin, chocolate bags under her eyes, and last – but certainly not the least – chocolate glasses completed the set.

The two just stood there as Vanille finished with two fluffy, sweet eyebrows. She looked up at them when she was done – not smiling, not smirking, just looked at them. Acting completely normal.

"Do you want to die?" Fang blurted in the silence.

"Truthfully – with your dirty mind – you would lick all of this off of her, and then you would suggest that you cover each other up in the stuff and lick it off. It's something you would think of and it would distract her for awhile – maybe even earn me a hug for being so nice." Vanille grinned as Fang blushed. "Secondly, this is funny. How many times do you see the mighty Lightning Farron covered in whip cream and chocolate?" That painted a dirty picture in Fang's mind. "Thirdly, Serah and I were have an amazing makeout session before you two ruined it." She accentuated by poking Fang in the chest.

Serah groaned. "What'd you do?"

The redhead picked up the frying pan that had an imprint of Lightning's face on it.

"It's gonna suck when she wakes up, huh?" Vanille grinned.

Fang closed her eyes, as if in pain. "Do you know how many times she has hit her head while she was with me?"

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