A/N: Update on Valentine's Day, what a funny. This is... shorter, sorry. The muse isn't working with school, softball, and life in general. Told some of ya'll that I'd update on the weekend, and I apologize because obviously I have not. Anywho, a little warning: Nautilis is New Nautilis or in some cases Neo Nautilis. Same exact city, just on Gran Pulse – not a big hullabaloo. Oh, and I will try to get to updating faster. Promise… And as always, thank you kind reviewers, especially to the ones who have stuck with me since the beginning ;) Love ya'll. ~OerbaFarron
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Lightning stirred, and immediately regretted consciousness. She groaned as her head pounded along with her heartbeat. It felt as if a Behemoth had whacked her on the head several times with it's chainsaw massacre thing, then had the courtesy of stomping on it with its huge feet.
The sunlight didn't help either; it increased the pain tenfold. Turning her head to the other side, she cracked open one crystal blue eye to spot Fang holding an ice pack to her face, eyes full to the brim with concern. "Hey." Lightning croaked.
"Hello yourself, beautiful." Fang's eyes immediately warmed upon seeing Lightning wake up. She wasn't going to lie, strange and painful thoughts had entered her mind when she saw her girlfriend sprawled on the ground, unconscious. What if she never woke up? What if she was in a coma for the rest of her life? Or… what if it was like that movie where the girl couldn't remember anything for a day?
Her brow furrowed as she thought. Didn't that movie have Adam Sandler in it?
"It hurts…"
Fang shook her head to clear her ADD thoughts. She quickly pulled the ice pack off of her face and gently pressed it to the side of Lightning's head. Her hand came away sticky from the chocolate syrup and whip cream that still covered her girlfriend's face. "Be right back."
Going down to the kitchen, she spied Vanille and Serah. Vanille bit her lip as Fang walked down the stairs, her eyes apprehensive. "Is she okay?"
The warrior got ice out of the freezer first, before giving Vanille a nasty, exasperated look, emphasized by the freezer door slamming shut. "What do you think?"
The little redhead fiddled with her hands. "Is she mad at me?"
Fang sighed. "Look Vanille, go with Serah to our place. I'll get Sunshine in a better mood." Both of the girls went to get up. "Actually wait." She spun around, crossing her arms and grinning sadistically. "Vanille, you go see Lightning and give her a few Cures. That'll get you brownie points."
Vanille's bright green eyes went wide with terror.
"If it makes you feel any better, you can bring the little Farron."
Serah's lips quirked upwards at the nickname, grabbing Vanille's hand and tugging her up the stairs. When they were far enough for Fang not to hear, Vanille asked Serah. "Is your sister gonna kill me?"
"…No." Serah's hesitation didn't help Vanille's fast-beating heart nor her adrenaline rush.
When they cracked open Lightning's door, they saw the ex-soldier in a pitiful state. She was curled into a fetal position, head cradled in her hands with a painful expression obvious on her features. Occasionally she whimpered.
Serah pushed her girlfriend forward.
"Um… uh, Lightning?"
Cornflower blue eyes flashed open upon hearing the high-pitched and obvious voice that was Vanille. A low growl issued from Lightning's throat.
"I'm-I'm just going to Cure you, o-okay?"
"Show me your hands."
Vanille raised her hands, much as if she would if Lightning had been pointing her gun-blade at her. A cursory glance revealed that Vanille had no whip cream, chocolate, or frying pan weapon of mass headache destruction on her person. Slightly satisfied, she sat up slowly, wincing as the throbbing along with dizziness increased.
Subtle, green magic filled Vanille's palms as she placed her hands as gently as she could on Lightning's brow. The swelling went down, along with most of the pain. "I really am sorry, Light."
"Let's just not make it a habit." An amused smile crawled across her lips as she saw how terrified the younger girl was. Her hands were shaking as she healed Lightning. "Going about killing your girlfriend's sister is not the way to go."
"Eh heh… right. I'll keep that in mind." Perkiness back in place, Vanille bounced back to her feet, offering a tentative smile. "That's the best I can do. It's been awhile since I've actually had to heal anything."
Lightning waved her off. "I'm fine now, Vanille. Thanks."
Serah winked at her sister also in thanks, yanking Vanille away and back down the stairs, eager to be alone with her Pulsian.
Lightning arched an eyebrow as Fang walked back in, an extra icepack in hand. "Why were those two in a hurry?"
"Well, besides the fact that Vanille thought you were going to kill her…" Fang smirked as Lightning swat her. "I told them to leave. Figured you needed space. Which means 'Fang time' in my book."
"'Fang time'… you sure you just don't want 'Lightning time'?"
"Touché…" Fang pressed the ice pack on her bruised cheek. Leaning down to kiss her, she paused. "Let me uh… get a washcloth real quick."
"Right…"
Fang came back, sitting next to Lightning and began to dab at Lightning's whip cream, chocolate syrup encrusted face. She chuckled as Lightning closed her eyes in contentment.
"What?"
"You're so freaking adorable, Claire."
Lightning blinked. "Did you just call me Claire?"
Oh shit… Fang thought. "No! No, you must have misheard." She flinched as Lightning brought a hand up, expecting the worse. Fang closed her eyes as Lightning ran her hand through the messy, raven locks.
"You need to stop flinching, Snaggles. People will start believing you're being abused."
"I wouldn't doubt it."
That earned her another gentle swat upside the head. "You are really abusive."
"Shows that I care."
"Oh really? Maybe the feeling is mutual." Fang pinched her arm.
Lightning slapped hers. Fang lightly punched her shoulder. That was a bad move, Lightning reciprocated by a full-blown punch to her own. "Dammit, Light!" Fang held her shoulder, pouting.
"Pansy…" Lightning smirked.
There was a dangerous glint to Fang's eyes now. "No, Fang. No no no no no no…" Lightning tried to scoot away, failing utterly. She managed to make a pathetic peep before Fang pounced on her, pinning her to the bed.
"Oerba Yun Fang is not a pansy." She grabbed Lightning's flailing arms, pinning them above her head. "Say it." Fang released one hand to tickle Lightning.
Laughing, Lightning barely managed to gasp out, "Oerba Yun Fang… is a… pansy!"
Somehow Fang managed to growl while smiling, trying to find more tickle spots. "Say it! Or you will die by suffocation from my infinite, indestructible, tickle treatment… of doom!"
"Okay! Okay…" She took deep breaths as Fang halted the torture. "Oerba Yun Fang…" She began slowly, taunting her and earning a vicious growl. Lightning saw Fang's hand go to her neck again, and she quickly sat up, claiming the warrior's lips.
"Mmph!" Fang fell back on the bed, Lightning on top of her. When Lightning broke away, Fang gave her an indigent but somehow content look. "Cheater."
"You love it." Lightning retorted, leaning back down to press her lips feverishly against Fang's. Her hands crawled over Fang's stomach, accidentally catching one of Fang's own tickle spots and making the huntress yelp and sit straight up, colliding with Lightning. Both of their heads smashed together, making both of the women groan loudly.
"What… the hell… Fang?"
"Same for you… Claire." Fang got up from the bed, and stumbled to the bathroom. "You… mood killer."
"Hypocrite…!" Ouch…. Lightning cradled her head. Inside voices, Lightning.
The warrior woman emerged out from the bathroom handing her a pill bottle, before grabbing a glass and throwing three of the pills down her throat. "Hope these painkillers of yours works…"
"Wait, Fang, no!"
Too late.
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Meanwhile… at the Oerban residence…
Vanille flipped the channels on the TV, curled up next to Serah. She really wasn't paying attention, so she really couldn't be blamed for what happened next. Loud cries of pleasure sounded throughout the room. Gasps, pants, and screams of ecstasy made Vanille's eyes go wide, her gaze flickering over to Serah, whose eyes were glued to the TV.
There was two women on the screen, twisted in all sorts of different shapes, sweat covering their bodies, hair mussed and tangled, skin flushed from exertion. The two women on there looked very familiar, and Vanille tilted her head to the side, leaning forward to get a better view.
"Vanille!" Serah yelled, shocked that she was leaning toward the shocking scene.
"What? I think I know them…"
"WHAT?" Serah screeched.
Vanille facepalmed. "Noooo, Serah! Not like that!" She gestured at the mid-orgasming women. Serah blushed a dark red, but couldn't break her gaze from the sight. Honestly it was starting to turn her on. But along with the feeling came the guilt, as if her sister was going to walk in and demand what she was doing watching this stuff. And now that she took a good look as well, there was something familiar about the two.
Maybe it was the way the brunette's hair was styled… but it was messy – hard to see what it normally looked like. And the other? Long, brownish-red hair? Greenish blue eyes… Oh no. Both of them turned towards each other, eyes wide, mouths gaping.
Long brown red hair, check… minus the skirt, clingy shirt, intellectual glasses, and whip-like stick thing…
The brunette was easy to see now. She barely wore enough anyway.
Jihl and Lebreau had made a porno movie.
"And I thought Jihl was more of the 'punishing' Russian-commando-dominant type…" Vanille muttered, not quite believing her eyes.
"I thought so too. But… she's on the bottom and…"
"Is being owned like a bitch, yes."
The two looked at each other once again before collapsing in a fit of giggles, leaning on each other in support and looking forward to the day when they could see the two and ask them about their 'side jobs'.
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Back at the Farron residence…
Lightning facepalmed for what must have been the hundredth time as Fang giggled maniacally, twirling a piece of Lightning's hair in between her fingers. "You're preeeeeeeeeetty…"
Fang had been offering her thousands of mushy comments. Normally Lightning would have taken all of this, but it had no ne of her usual exotic charm. It was completely goofy, ridiculous, and mushy. It was… kind of endearing. It did earn a frustrated smile from the ex-soldier earlier, which prompted Fang to continue her silliness.
"Lightning." She turned to see a random spurt of seriousness in the jade eyes. "I love you, Light." The seriousness disappeared, a goofy grin in place.
Rolling her eyes, Lightning looked the other direction, an amused smile in place that she was trying so very hard to hide. "Claire." Turning back, she found Fang's face, centimeters from hers. Lightning was beginning to get sensory overload from the proximity of Fang's lips from hers. Fang's hand lifted to trace over her breast, earning a sharp intake of breath from her girlfriend. Her hand continued to descend, running over her stomach to cup her sex, and apply enough pressure to make the pinkette close her eyes and moan in pleasure. Fang licked her lips, closing the distance between them to kiss Lightning passionately. Her other hand rose to grasp Lightning's neck and pull her on top of her. Lightning was… pleasantly surprised to say the least.
Was I this horny whenever I took Vicodin? She thought distantly, in the back of her mind. Most of her mind was focused on the taste and feel of Fang.
Abruptly, Fang pulled back as far as she could, her head thumping on the bed. "Lightnninng…"
Said woman groaned, sexually aroused and deprived as Fang started her up and broke away. "What, dammit?"
"I'm…" Fang frowned as she concentrated. "I'm gonna take yous… to New- New Nautilis."
Wait… what? Where'd that come from?
"Um… why?" Lightning gave her a bewildered look.
"'Cause… yous deserves it… And…" Fang shook her head like a dog. "Yous got four eyes, Claire, what's up with that?"
Lightning laughed, making Fang give another goofy smile. "Why are you taking me to New Nautilis you easily distracted woman?"
"I… want you to have a good time. Time for ourselves…" Fang's eyes fluttered shut. "I love you, Claire…" And then Fang promptly passed out.
Still for a moment, Lightning watched as Fang breathed in and out deeply. She rested her head down on Fang's chest, thinking to herself quietly. Why does she want to take me to Nautilis?
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When Lightning woke up, she was alone on her bed, curled where Fang's warmth had been last. She could still smell the scent of her girlfriend, lingering in the sheets. Curling into herself tighter, she burrowed into where Fang had been.
She wondered if Fang remembered what she had said.
Her eyes raised to rest on the huntress as she walked out of the bathroom, a faraway look in her eyes. The Pulsian stumbled her way to the bed, and went to sit down on it but missed plopping on the floor. "Damn… bed." Fang cursed, pushing herself up off the ground.
As she pulled the sheets back, she caught Lightning's smile. "What's so funny?"
"You, pill popper."
Fang gave her a flat look.
Lightning scooted closer, wrapping an arm around Fang's slim waist. All was quiet for a moment.
"Hey, Fang?"
"Mmm?"
"You sober yet?"
"Yes, Light…"
"Love you too."
She leaned in, planting a soft kiss on Fang's surprised cheek, before settling in closer. "You better still be taking me to Nautilis." Lightning murmured, closing her eyes for the last time that night.
Fang smiled.
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Later that morning…
"You're kiddin' me." Fang stared blankly over at Vanille.
"Nope. Lebreau and Jihl made a…" Vanille quickly looked around before leaning in, whispering conspiratorily. "porno."
"Mmm… I expected Lebreau, uh…" Her eyes shifted over to Lightning, whose hand which was currently grasping a knife, roughly slammed to the counter with more than her usual force, cracking the marble. Serah looked at her quizzically before returning to cooking. "Not that I know Lebreau all that well, or anything, she just looks…"
"Slutty? Promiscuous?"
"Well…"
"Yes, anywho, go on?"
"Jihl, on the other hand… Hmm." Fang crossed her arms, leaning back into the chair and shaking her head. "I don't know. She seemed like an upper-class woman to me."
The Farron sisters snorted simultaneously.
Fang rolled her eyes.
"I didn't know! Usually the evil, sexy, commando type women with punishing sticks are always high-class… It's like, gamer code."
"Fang."
"What?" The huntress asked aggravated.
Lightning kissed her.
"Dammit, Light! You can't do that. It distracts me…" She pouted, making Lightning chuckle.
Vanille grinned impishly, nudging Serah. Silent contact passed between the two as they looked at each other.
You're sister is starting to relax. Bright emeralds seemed to say.
About damn time. Serah's irritated yet loving gaze answered.
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Later…
"Vanille…" Fang pulled her little sister figure aside, a serious edge to her voice. "Look," She eyed her bright eyes with her slightly murky, darker gaze. "I'm takin' Lightning on a trip, yeah?"
"Okay…" She obviously didn't see why this mattered to her.
"You'll be here with Serah by yourself."
"Oh…Ohhhhh!" The little redhead's eyes lit up excitedly and... enthusiastic to say the least.
Fang facepalmed. "You cannot pounce on Serah and rape her, understand?"
That earned her a cute puppy dog pout.
"She wants me to rape her."
"Oh Etro…" Fang rested one hand on her hip, her other pinching the bridge of her nose. Breathing out heavily, she replied. "I don't need to hear my little sister knowing someone wanted them raped by her."
"All night long." Vanille sing-songed, grinning so crazily that Fang had to bark out her laugh as well.
"Kinky little redheaded minx." She ruffled the red hair, moving past her to go help Lightning pack.
"Hey, Fang?"
"Hmm?" She turned back to look at her.
"I know what you're doing ,you romantic fluff addict." She smiled gently. "And I think it's absolutely adorable. And," As usual her little voice lowered to seductive tones, a harbinger of whatever was to come. "I hope you… enjoy… your time together."
Fang shuddered violently. "Don't do the sexy voice again, Vanille. It's creepy."
"Serah thinks its sexy."
"I'm not Serah, dammit!"
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"You done yet, gorgeous?"
Lightning jumped from where she had been slipping the Vicodin pills in her bag.
"Lightning! Noooooooo! You're turning into an addict!" She sprinted forward, yanking the evil orange and white pill bottle and opening the window, readying to throw it as far as her superior strength would allow.
"Fang! Stop!" Lightning pounced on her, wrestling it back and curling into a fetal position.
"I will not allow you to take pills for the rest of your life!" She tugged on Lightning's arms.
Quickly, Lightning leaned up, kicking Fang's outstretched arms, before stuffing the bottle in her shirt and into her bra. Giving Fang a smug, victorious look, she smirked.
It turned quickly into a nervous gulp as Fang's eyes descended to rest on the bottle between her breasts. "Wait, Fang, we can talk about this…"
The animalistic ravager inside Fang begged to differ. The huntress pounced on her prey, hands going for Lightning's northern equipment, completely ignoring the pill bottle – which had flown over to the corner of the room in the tussle.
Lightning did try to fight her off of course; the look in Fang's eyes was enough to turn her on, but also frighten her. Who knew what kind of beastie she unleashed?
She gasped as she felt a hand cup her breast and squeeze gently through the thin cloth of her tank top. Another hand slipped underneath her shirt to toy with her bellybutton ring, before becoming bored with that and moving upwards to cup her other bare breast. Her eyes closed and she arched into Fang's touch as the Pulsian pinched, rolled, and flicked. A moan slipped past her lips as Fang's lips captured her own, dominating her utterly.
Now Lightning didn't exactly… know how two women… worked. Yes, she was twenty one, yes she had boyfriends before, but combined with her missed childhood and teenage years, she was left without the general knowledge and experimentation. If it had been the other way around – with Lightning living a normal life without constantly worrying for Serah – she might have had multiple girlfriends along with experience.
So, as Fang continued to manipulate her body to her ever whim and command, she found the sensations thrilling and entirely enticing. It was like it was her oxygen; she couldn't live without it, and it was freshly discovered. The best drug in the world, with the best withdrawal. Fang, her touch, her scent, her smell, it was her narcotic. Lightning would be damned if she never got enough of it.
Her hands rose to tangle themselves in those messy, chestnut locks that she loved, leaning forward to gain leverage. Being dominated by the exotic Pulsian was all well and good, but she wanted the huntress to feel it for herself as well. Lightning's hands pawed at Fang's shirt, ripping the material away, before returning the same treatment that Fang had done to her own chest moments ago.
A growl escaped perfect, full lips, and Lightning couldn't help but lean in for a taste, meshing her own pair of lips against Fang's, her tongue entering her mouth and tangling with each other. She was pleasantly satisfied whenever she felt Fang's hands on her hips, the grip hard enough to leave bruises.
"Hey, sis—! Holy Titan on steroids!" Serah meeped as she spun around to hide from the once again ravaging of her sister. "Fang! Could you wait until you actually took the vacation before taking my sister?"
"Could ya stop walking in every fucking time?"
"Hey! I live in this house, too, y'know!" Serah stomped up to Fang, poking her finger in the taller woman's chest, only clad in a black lace bra.
"And it's starting to get on my nerves! Why don't you and Vanille just find a place and get a little time amongst yourselves?"
Fang plucked the little Farron up, ignoring her squeals of protests, tossing her out into the hallway, before slamming the door shut and locking it. She then yanked Lightning's desk over to the door, barricading it, and started eyeing more furniture.
"Your sister has the worst timing."
"That's an understatement." Lightning muttered sourly.
Chuckling, Fang crouched next to her, cupping her cheek. "We'll have our time in Nautilis." She winked, getting Lightning to blush a teensy bit. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against Lightning's bang covered forehead before getting up.
Lightning sighed, pushing herself up from the ground, eyeing the small pill bottle of Vicodin.
"Hey , junkie? Ya got a shirt I could borrow? You kinda ripped mine to shreds?" Fang grinned impishly.
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