A/N: An… update? A short one, yesh.

OOO

"Light…"

"I'm going." She huffed, hurriedly stuffing random pieces of clothing in her duffel.

Fang walked into the bedroom, arms crossed, exasperated. "You do know that Vanille and Serah are watching our every move, ready to pounce each other as soon as we walk out of the door?"

"Which is why I'm hurrying. I don't want to see my sister—,"

"Being ravaged by Vanille?" Fang chirped in helpful as ever.

Lightning sighed. "Yes, Fang."

It was obvious that Lightning was stressing out, partly from her worries over Serah and her nervousness about actually spending the weekend alone with Fang.

The huntress moved forward, resting one hand around her waist to bring her in for a one armed embrace. "You need to relax, Sunshine. Everything is going to be fine. I don't know why you're stressing so much."

Swallowing tightly, Lightning tried to keep her hands still. "I've never done something like this before."

"Me neither." Fang murmured, pressing her lips to Lightning's temple and brushing aside her bangs. "It's going to go great, I promise."

Closing her eyes tightly Lightning turned to bury her face in Fang's chest. Her heart was pounding from the fact that this would actually be the first time they were alone for a decent amount of time. No distractions, no worrying about one of their little sisters bursting through the room with their horrible timing… They had all the time in the world now.

"Come on, I'll get your stuff." Fang said, releasing her and throwing Lightning's bag over her shoulder as she walked down the stairs.

Lightning bit her lip as she listened for the front door to close before walking over to her sister's room and knocking gently. She could hear the rustling sound of fabric against skin—hurriedly pulled on she was sure—and she winced mentally, knowing exactly why she was hearing that.

She stood up straighter as Vanille opened the door a crack, emerald eyes normally bright, dark with lust and dilated to huge proportions. "Er… Hi, Light?" She greeted awkwardly.

"Vanille, I need to talk to you." Lightning said, resolute and determined.

"O…kay." Vanille pulled the strap of her tank top over her shoulder before closing the door behind her and following the soldier as she led her outside on the patio.

Lightning paced for a few moments, her brow furrowed as she thought. Halting from her methodic movements she turned to Vanille and grasped the shorter girl by the shoulders gently. Taking a deep breath and letting it out she asked, "What should I expect when Fang brings me to the hotel?"

Vanille fidgeted from the stare that Lightning was giving her. "Well… I mean… What do you want to happen?" A blush was her answer and she made a small "Oooh." Sighing, she grabbed Lightning's hand and brought her over to a nearby chair, sitting directly across from the nervous woman. "Look, Light," Vanille began slowly. "Fang is… pretty much a gentlewoman—in case you haven't noticed." Lightning nodded, eyes glued to Vanille's. "She's not going to force you to do anything. She's going to wait until you're ready, even if you get to the hotel and don't want to… try anything, it's alright. She's going to wait for you, you know that right?" Vanille looked at Lightning expectantly, almost warily.

Leaning back in the chair, Lightning braced her arms against the rests, a finger idly scratching the plastic. "I know that… But, if I do… want to try anything," Lightning squeezed her eyes shut tightly. "How do I…?" She couldn't finish, she was too embarrassed.

"How do you make love to a woman?" Vanille probed softly.

Lightning exhaled deeply, nodding her thanks.

Vanille laughed. "You don't need to worry about that. Fang will walk you through the steps, and it will come naturally, trust me."

"It… will?"

Rolling her eyes, Vanille scoffed. "Definitely. I would know." She winked playfully before rising to her feet. "If it makes you feel any better, Fang came to me asking the same question—the only difference was that I threw her out some ideas."

Lightning glowered. "So no help for me?"

Vanille rested her hands on her hips, arching an eyebrow. "It'll be fine, Lightning. You're worried that you won't be any good, right?"

Lightning muttered something incoherently, slumping deeper into the seat of her chair.

"Mmhmm, I thought so. Look, Light," Vanille grasped her shoulders, leaning close to her. "Everything will be fine. Promise."

Lowering her gaze, Lightning wondered if she was right—that everything would go as smoothly as she hoped.

"If you don't cheer up, you know Fang's gonna blame me for getting you down. And then she'll have to tickle me."

Lightning's lips quirked upwards. She got out of the chair, gently hugging Vanille muttering, "Thank you."

"No problem, Light." Vanille beamed, patting her back. She watched as Lightning walked back to the house, calling out, "But you know if you ever need to know more of the kinky stuff, like strap-ons or positions, just holler, yeah?"

Lightning threw her a dark look before slamming the glass sliding door shut to muffle Vanille's laughter.

What the hell is a strap-on?

If only Vanille heard the thought…

OOO

"Ready?" Fang asked, throwing the rest of the bags in the trunk, walking to the driver's side.

"Almost," Lightning said, holding out a hand to Fang, who glanced at it bewildered.

"What?"

"Give me the keys." Lightning twitched her fingers for emphasis.

Fang sighed as she gave the keys to her girlfriend.

"Good girl." Lightning smiled, ruffling Fang's hair.

Fang mumbled under her breath as she got in the passenger's seat, sulking. Lightning glanced over at her as she pulled the car out of the driveway and onto the road. She reached over to grasp her hand, intertwining their fingers together and brushing the back of Fang's hand with her thumb. Fang smiled in response, leaning over to rest her head on Lightning's shoulder.

OOO

"Fang," Lightning gently ran her fingers through Fang's hair, attempting to rouse her girlfriend from slumber. "Fang we're here."

The brunette yawned, stretching, before leaning over to peck Lightning on the cheek, getting out of the car to go grab their bags out of the trunk.

"I got it, Fang."

"No you don't." Fang smirked, hefting both of their bags and walking quickly away from Lightning.

They walked up to the train station, where Lightning paid for the tickets, managing to get her credit card out before Fang offered to pay, and then they sat on a nearby bench to wait for their train.

"You ever ridden a train before, Light?"

"During the Purge, that's it. Wasn't the most pleasant experience in the world."

Fang chuckled. "I figured. You'll like this then." She got up as the train slid to a stop, steam shooting through the air, horn blasting. "This is a passenger locomotive, not like those military transport gizmos."

Lightning was surprised whenever she followed Fang on the train, seeing the red carpet and furnishings, the padded seats and separated sections. Fang walked to the very back, at last finding an empty compartment and settled down on the plush seat, patting the one beside her. Lightning sat, looking out of the window at the numerous people in the train station, heading to Paddra, Neo Nautilis, and Eve.

Eve was a Pulsian replacement, a modified equivalent of Eden. In a way it was the capital, the center of government rested there, along with most of the population. Serah had wanted to go live there, but when Lightning told her that she wouldn't be moving an inch from Oerba, she had resignedly gave in and remained with her sister.

Oerba was similar to Bodhum—well, the closest thing they had to Bodhum. And Lightning liked it there; Eve was too large, too crowded, and had a larger, meaner group of people.

And Lightning was sure that Fang wouldn't even think about moving to the city.

Her lips quirked upwards as visions of Fang, hands on hips, glaring at sky-scrapers entered her mind.

Now why the hell do they want to live all the way up there? And seriously? What's with all the traffic? Cue an ignorant and rude driver honking at the tribeswoman. Oh yeah? Up yours! And then the lance ends up embedded in the hood of the car and a terrified driver immediately freaks.

While funny, it was not something Lightning was willing to try.

"Hey, Fang?"

"Mmph?" Bleary viridian eyes, glanced over to Lightning, a yawn escaping the Pulsian.

"What do you think about getting our own place?" Nonchalantly, Lightning leaned on Fang's shoulder, watching the passing scenery.

Fang sucked in a shaky breath, staring down at Lightning who was avoiding her gaze.

"I'd like that."

OOO

Fang and Lightning stood in front of the hotel. Fang was smirking as Lightning's eyes grew wide.

"I'm almost scared to ask how you got enough money to get something like this…"

"Being a hero pays off, Sunshine."

Lightning rolled her eyes. "Okay, Snow."

Walking in, Lightning winced mentally. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, Pulsian rugs (haha!), leather furniture, fireplace, paintings from famous artists, a million dollar view from every window… It screamed money, and lots of it.

"Fang…" Lightning trailed off worriedly, her eyes still taking in the splendor of their hotel. She locked onto Fang's eyes as the tribeswoman placed a finger over her lips. A crooked smile and winked left Lightning breathless as Fang drug her over to the elevators. "What about our stuff?"

"Bellboy's getting it."

Lightning swallowed tightly. "Right."

"Light?" She turned to Fang, her brow furrowed. "Stop stressin' or I'm dragging us to the cheapest motel I can find." Fang's trademark grin took the seriousness out of her sentence. Lightning's only reply was to huff and look away, getting a chuckle out of Fang.

"Here we go." Fang drug Lightning forward by the hand, sliding a card through the slot on the door. Opening it, she ushered Lightning inside and followed her, waiting for her reaction.

There was a wall of glass revealing New Nautilis, a hot tub, couch, TV—Lightning shuffled past it all to the bedroom and gasped. The biggest bed she had ever laid eyes on rested inside, and she lost the fight of her and Fang on that bed doing numerous things—

"How much did you spend?" Lightning asked, turning to Fang. "This is a suite, Fang."

"Yep."

Fang's nonchalant answer made Lightning stare and wonder about her sanity. "Why?"

Shaking her head, Fang tugged her girlfriend over to the bed, flopping down on it and bringing Lightning closer. "I swear, if you were anymore thick-headed..." She murmured. "Quite simply, I bought all of this for you. Don't act so surprised," Fang said, knowing Lightning was trying to understand. "It's what a good girlfriend is supposed to do, yeah?" When she didn't get an answer, Fang propped her head up with the palm of her hand, elbow resting on the bed as she looked at Lightning. "What are you so confused about?"

Lightning looked away. "It's just… No one has ever done something like this for me. It's different."

"And…?"

Lightning pressed her lips to Fang's, trying to express what she was feeling physically. "Thank you."

Eyes sparkling, Fang grinned.

OOO

"I don't do dresses."

"Right, but I do you, and I got us a nice, fancy suite."

"This is the only—,"

"Oh no it's not—second to last time."

Lightning frowned, crossing her arms. "And what makes you think you're going to get me in a dress a second time?"

Fang avoided eye contact, examining the black dress that she had picked out for Lightning. "Just a thought."

Sighing, Lightning fingered the cloth, watching Fang out of the corner of her eye. Fang did get a suite, paid for everything they needed in Nautilus…

"What's the dress for, exactly?"

"Simple, Sunshine. I'm taking you to dinner."

"In a dress."

"Preferably."

"This is the only time, Fang. Cherish it." She growled lowly, taking the dress with her into a secluded room. Fortunately and unfortunately, the dress was backless—she required no help from Fang, but that also mean that she would be revealing more skin than she normally did. "Oh yeah, let's pick the skimpiest dress they have out here! No wait! What about this one? It only covers the breasts and ass! Even better."

"Um…"

Sigh. "Sorry, Fang."

She heard a bark of laughter. "When was the last time you wore a dress?"

"When I was twelve."

"Wooow."

Lightning sighed again. Glancing in the mirror, she situated the dress just right, before unlocking the door for Fang. She crossed her arms and looked into the corner of the dressing room to avoid Fang's eyes.

"Light…"

"What?" She growled, finally looking at the Pulsian.

Fang's eyes said it all, the way they were widened and dilated, the way they pulsed with pride. Those viridian orbs spoke volumes, and Lightning deciphered each and every emotion: love, lust, admiration, awe. It made her warm, and not only from embarrassment.

She attempted to bring Fang back into reality. "I guess I'm going to have to wear dresses more often, huh?"

"Uh-huh." Fang swallowed, tearing her eyes away from Lightning's body. "I'm just gonna—," She waved in the general direction of the waiting room.

"Okay," Lightning grinned impishly, asking in a sickly sweet voice. "You sure you're alright, Fang?"

"Y-yeah, I'm—," The taller woman bumped into the wall as she went to leave, her voice cracking. Her left hand wandered next to her, searching for the doorknob as she continued to stare at Lightning.

"Other side."

Fang's right arm shot out, pulling the door open and hurriedly leaving the small room.

Lightning laughed softly, taking the dress off to pull her jeans and tee back on.

OOO

"Feeling better?"

Fang jumped as Lightning stood next to her, her viridian eyes still wide and dark. "Yeah, thanks for askin'." She shuffled her arms awkwardly, trying to hide—

"You got a dress too?"

Fang coughed. "Yeah."

"And you're not going to let me see it?" Lightning felt kind of angry at that.

"At the restaurant." Fang smiled at her. "It's only fair I take your breath away as revenge."

Lightning blushed. Her eyes landed on the credit machine, gawking at the price. "Fang, that's—,"

"That'll be…" The clerk added Lightning's dress to the price.

Holy shit!

Fang clamped a hand over Lightning's mouth, handing her credit card to the bemused clerk. "Thank you." She quickly grabbed Lightning and exited the store before the younger woman could have a fit.

"That was… was…"

"Expensive, yes. Just wait—you'll see it was worth every penny."

OOO

AN: Cliffy? Yesh! Good stuff next chapter (obviously). Also, should you want to know what Lightning's and Fang's dresses look like, they are on my profile. Lightning's dress is black Fang's is white. Because Fang in that color… *shiver*