A/N: Flight, not so much. Verah? Oh yes… This is short, I know—work with me here. And there is more drama/romance, rather than humor/romacnce.

OOO

Vanilla yawned, curling around Serah's body as she glanced at the TV irritably. She was caught between dozing and actual sleep but the low murmur of voices and the static from the Cocoon machine was grating her nerves. Her eyes flicked to Serah—curled up in front of her—before moving over to the remote. Vanille's eyes narrowed.

Don't be blonde now… Which… thingie… turns it off? She frowned, glaring at the thing. There was a multitude of buttons in varying colors—all of which could be the off button—and she didn't know which one to pick.

She finally closed her eyes, reached out one finger almost tentatively, and mashed down a random button in the middle.

The sound of gasps, growls, and moans filled the air and Vanille's eyes flew open in shock and horror. "No! Not again!" She scrambled off the couch as Lebreau egged Jihl on, her voice breathless. Vanille's hands were shaking, torn between staring at the TV screen with a mixture of amusement and shock (not envy or want, no no). She began to press random buttons, increasing the volume, going into high definition, even zoom, slow motion, and playback. "Shit! Shit! Shit—!"

"… Vanille?" Serah murmured, her eyes blearily blinking open, and a frown etching across her features as she finally realized what was going on. She bit the inside of her cheek as Vanille continued to wrestle with the remote, her green eyes wide—with the pupils dilated, Serah noticed, smirking inwardly—as she tried to turn the porn off. She propped her head up on one elbow as she decided to see where Vanille went with her current situation.

"Damn it—!" And at last, Vanille found the largest, biggest, bright red button in the top right of the remote and all was silent. She sighed heavily, flopping on the front of the couch. "Of course it would be the button that's most obvious…"

Serah allowed Vanille's heart rate to slow down, letting the redhead almost fall asleep until, "Ahhhhh-heeeeeeemmmm." Vanille's eyes popped open as she slowly turned around to look at Serah. The youngest Farron arched one eyebrow.

"It wasn't—It was an accident! I didn't know how your—your—what the hell is this thing anyway?" She briefly waved it in front of Serah's face before tossing it back on the couch. "We didn't have those—those…" Her mind went blank as the porn was replayed vividly in her mind. Serah! Serah's right there and she knows what I'm thinking! Sure enough, Serah was glaring at her. "Uh, uh… I—Ugh. I give up."

Pausing to let Vanille simmer, she finally purred out, "Vanille, I must be a really bad girlfriend if you're watching porn on my TV while I'm asleep."

Vanille's eyes bulged out. "That's not—!"

"A really bad girlfriend." Serah repeated, pouting slightly.

"No, of course not!"

She sighed woefully, allowing fake tears to shine her eyes. "Whatever shall I do? My girlfriend has resorted to having daydreams of having a threesome with a slut and dominatrix?"

And at last Vanille finally caught on.

And was not amused.

"Ha, ha. So very funny. I'm just cracking up laughing over here."

"Oh please. You were watching it like you wanted to be all over them, in between them, on top of them, rolling around on the sheets with them..."

"No, I was not!"

"Yes you so were."

"Take it back."

"Or what?"

Vanille's eyes narrowed.

Oh girl. Serah shot off the couch, sprinting up the stairs. She could hear Vanille right behind her, panting lightly, her footsteps muffled on the carpet. Her only instinct was to flee before Vanille could devise some sort of devious torture just for her, like tickling, or teasing… Although the teasing would be nice, Serah lamented. She shrieked as Vanille's arms encircled her waist, forcing her to the ground with their momentum. They tussled, Serah managing to pull herself free and back up on her feet. She leaped over Vanille, sprinting back down the stairs and out the backdoor into the yard. Great idea, Serah! You're trapped for sure –!

She spun around as she heard a sharp intake of breath, only to see Vanille standing on the porch, eyes focused on something behind Serah. The redhead slowly walked toward her, but Serah didn't feel compelled to run away anymore as Vanille's focus wasn't on here.

Serah frowned. Uh, 'scue me. You were chasing me a minute ago, why are you stopping now?

Turning around, she finally saw what had captured Vanille's attention.

Flowers. Dozens and dozens of roses, daisies, hydrangeas, lilies, blue bells, and so many more exotic plants that Serah didn't know of. "When did all of this get here?" She asked quietly, not wanting to disturb Vanille's awestruck moment.

"Fang."

"Huh?"

Vanille turned toward her, smiling crookedly. "She did it in secret—I wasn't supposed to tell you."

"She… did this for Claire?"

"No, she did it for you." Vanille grinned as Serah smacked her arm lightly. "Yeah… While you and her were asleep, Fang got me and asked me what flowers I thought were the prettiest. The next day she went and got everything she needed, and then when you fell asleep again, she started planting and… 'landscaping'—that's the word right?—and… This is what she did."

"Wow."

"Yeah…"

"Fang is such a corny, mooshy romantic."

Vanille chuckled. "Agreed."

"But… that's really nice…"

Vanille glanced at Serah out of the corner of her eyes. "C'mere, let me show you something." Vanille grabbed Serah's hand, pulling her gently into the vast array of flowers.

Serah felt conflicted. On one hand, she was extremely happy for Fang and Lightning—she never knew that the older Pulsian could be so… sweet. Mooshy, but adorable. On the other hand… she glanced at Vanille as she followed her. Serah felt wanting, almost jealous of Lightning and Fang's relationship. She wanted to do things like that for Vanille, little thoughtful things. She wanted Vanille to do the same for her.

The question was when, what, and how.

She was pulled from her thoughts as Vanille suddenly crouched on the ground, pulling her down. Serah squatted beside her, underneath a cherry blossom tree, as she stared out over the flowers. Vanille gently reached one hand out, grasping a bright orange and red flower, tenderly stroking the petals. "This is a lantana." Her hand moved to another bright orange flower. "This is an begonia, and an ixora." Her hand moved with each word, landing on a different flower.

"They're beautiful." Serah said, watching as Vanille touched each flower almost reverently. "What's your favorite?"

The Pulsian smiled, pulling Serah along until they were to the center of the garden. Here there were two paths and Vanille took the right one. They stopped after a few feet and Vanille gestured ahead of them.

The plant in front of them was completely pink, with trace amounts of white and pink. Blossoms hung from the stem, and they looked almost like…

"Bleeding Heart." Vanille stated, watching Serah closely.

Serah walked forward, gingerly brushing the petals. This was the only plant of its kind in the entire garden, and it was surrounded by cherry blossom trees.

"Why?"

"Why is it named that, or why is it my favorite?"

Serah paused. "Both."

"It's named Bleeding Heart because of the way the petals droop. You can't see it now, but later they open up at the bottom, and show the inside which is white with a little bit of yellow and purple." Vanille explained.

When she didn't speak anymore, Serah probed further. "And why are they your favorite?"

She could see Vanille's hesitation, and they way her eyes drifted to stare away at the surrounding plants. "When you were with Snow, you never seemed happy. You see," Vanille took in a deep breath. "I've wanted to be with you for a long time now—obviously." She gave a small, nervous laugh. Serah felt a warm feeling erupt in her stomach, felt her heart throb. "When we weren't t-together," Serah smiled at Vanille's stutter. "These reminded me of you. They still do in a way. It's a reminder of how I first saw you, how it went from you and him to you and me. The difference is, now they are the past, not the present, nor the future." She reached out one hand and caught a cherry blossom that had fallen from the whisper of wind. "Now, you're more like a cherry blossom. All happy and… un-droopy." The corners of Vanille's mouth twitched upwards at the small joke.

Everything that Vanille had said brushed aside Serah's jealous and worries and coalesced into one, simple thing that she couldn't see before.

She and Vanille had a relationship strongly resembling Fang and Lightning's. The difference was how they went about things—as in Fang doing all of the work of remodeling their backyard when they were asleep; how Vanille was the one to select and choose thoughtfully.

They both were working for their individual girlfriends, except they had different methods.

You are such an idiot. Serah thought to herself, blinking away a wave of tears. She couldn't stop them though, and two silently spilled over her cheeks to fall unto the Bleeding Heart's blossoms.

"Serah?"

She turned and looked at Vanille, hearing her worried voice. The Pulsian's face was creased with worry, a wrinkle appearing on her forehead. Serah sniffed, reaching up to wash away the trail of tears, only to be stopped as Vanille leaned over, stilling her hand. She leaned toward Serah, kissing the trail, her tongue reaching out to take the salty tears in. When they were all gone, Vanille moved up and kissed Serah's eyelids, before pulling away to look at her.

Vanille tilted her head to the side, smiling. "Please tell me those are happy tears?"

Serah let out a sound that was torn between a laugh and sob, leaning forward to hug Vanille quickly, until she couldn't resist the urge anymore. Serah pulled away from Vanille to cup both of her cheeks as she leaned in and kissed her for all she was worth.

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Lightning paused mid-stride as her heart warmed suddenly. She could feel Fang looking at her questioningly as they strolled through the crowded plaza, their hands clasped together. It was obviously apparent that people were walking around them, talking, laughing, living, but the feeling she had seemed almost surreal, as if whatever it was that was happening wasn't physically there with them.

Lightning blinked as the feeling increased almost, reaching up to grasp her necklace that hovered over her heart.

"What's wrong?" Fang asked.

She smiled. "Nothing… Absolutely nothing." And, reaching up, she wrapped her arms around Fang's neck, bringing the huntress down closer to press her lips against hers.

OOO

A/N: And cue Eminem! Guess who's back, back again, Shady's back, tell a friend… Ahem. Anyway, yes I'm back. With a better chapter, yeah? Hopefully…? We'll see in your reviews. I know this was mainly Verah, and some of you are about as strung out on Flight as I am. (I need it like cocaine). So, the next chapter will be Flight. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please, please leave a review. :)