Chapter 2
In the dead of the night, instead of resting like everyone else, Vanille was running through Gran Pulse's woods, searching desperately for something to kill. She needed to kill the feeling… the feeling that she gave her earlier in the evening. She needed to get her out of her mind.
Vanille stomped around, making as much noise as possible, hoping that something – anything – would come out and attack her. Her binding rod in hand, she knew she would be prepared for anything; she just needed to kill something…
"I get the impression that you are good at everything. I want you to teach me."
Ridiculous. Vanille shook her head to get those disgusting words out of her head. She thought of Fang, she tried to bring up memories of the good times they shared – centuries ago – usually it'd be easy, but right now… nothing came to mind. Everything was vague as hell, and she felt disgusting. Not only was she a liar, but she was also a user… she betrayed her most beloved. Just what the hell was she thinking!
The girl could only hope that by searching for something to kill she would be at ease. She felt that if she did it, she could channel her anger away—
Searching for something to kill? More like searching for her—
"No…" Vanille whispered to herself. The voice in her head was driving her crazy.
You want her to do you… again and again…
"I don't…!"
Stop lying to yourself.
"I…!" Of course she knew that she wasn't out here simply to kill something. Of course she knew that she was out here to look for her… and of course she knew that this was wrong, that this was unforgivable, but there were just so many questions she wanted to ask her. There were so many things she wanted from her…
All you want are her fingers to be inside you…
The girl started to run. She thought to herself that maybe by running, she wouldn't be able to hear the stupid voice in her head. She didn't want to hear it because it was right. She ran and ran; the trees around her all looked the same, but it didn't matter if she got lost. Hell, she didn't even know where she was right now. Since she was a l'Cie and was going to die sooner or later, she might as well died now. She might as well die trying to find her—
"Where are you!" She screamed, reckoning that she should be far enough from the others. "Come out!"
Sounds of small animals running away, bushes and grasses shuffling in the wind were all that she could hear. Vanille couldn't help but to think that the woman was right beside her, watching her every movement… standing by…
Or maybe you're just paranoid.
"Shut up! Stop it!" She dropped her weapon and crouched down, shaking her head. She took a couple of deep breaths, evening her heartbeat from all the running. "W-what am I doing…?" Just like back then, when she couldn't complete her Focus, she backed out like a coward. Right now, similarly, she couldn't face herself – her own thoughts. "Onee-san…"
"Go back."
The girl instantly popped her head up. In front of her was the woman she had been looking for. The prey of the night. Light from the moon made her lower body glow in a melancholic radiance; her upper body was hidden in the shadows. But seeing her there was enough – Vanille could feel some sort of heavy weight lifted off her chest. What was the feeling, exactly? Fear? Relief? Pain? It didn't matter – what mattered was that Lightning had indeed been here all along.
"Why are you here?"
Vanille wasn't planning on answering. She stood up, and with confidence, walked over to her leader.
Lightning paid attention to every motion she made. "Go back," She repeated, "Go back to your lover."
The way she pronounced the word was full of hatred. It sounded dangerous – unpleasant. Vanille reached up to rest her hand on the woman's shoulder. "No." She said, staring straight into Lightning's azure eyes.
Emotionless, the ex-soldier grasped onto the girl's chin and drew her closer until their faces were inches apart. "Don't be stupid, girl," She grunted, "What you're doing right now is wrong. You know that, and you don't want this."
"That's what I'm trying to convince myself," Vanille said weakly, "I know very well that this is wrong, that I am being unfaithful, but I…" Her fingertips grazed the side of Lightning's lips, "… but when I close my eyes, all I see is you doing those things to me…"
She snickered. Lightning pushed the girl forward until she had her pinned between a tree and herself. "And were you enjoying it?" She breathed against the redhead's lips.
"…"
"You slut…"Lightning spat, "If you're so horny, why don't you ask Fang to do it, hm? At least with her, you'd feel right about it. At least with her, you'd have real feelings, and you two can fuck until the world ends. At least then, you would know that the last of your time is wasted on someone whom you love, and not someone you don't even know."
Why bother talking her out of this, Lightning? Just get what you want.
She ignored that annoying voice in her head. "And you say that you don't want to hurt anyone…" Lightning continued, "Stop trying to act innocent, you hypocrite."
The girl cringed at her words. Yeah, it was shameful – that much she knew.
"It doesn't feel good to lie. You know that," Lightning said, "So go back."
Even at this time, the woman was giving her a choice. Even though she was already at her limit, Lightning was being concerned for her well-being. She didn't want to leave her – she couldn't. "Stay here… and I'll hurt Fang," Vanille refused to move. "Go back… and I'll hurt you."
Her eyebrows furrowed. You sicken me. "Why does it matter? Why does it matter if you hurt me?"
"It didn't before," Vanille whispered, "It really didn't…" With the back of her hand, she stroked the taller woman's soft cheek. "But I already told you… I don't want to hurt anyone – and that includes you, Lightning Farron."
"…"
"You're only human. You have feelings too. I only realized that when you kissed me earlier, and when you told me that you'd never get what you want." Her other hand moved up, both hands then gripped onto the taller woman's shoulder with need. "Onee-san, I know what you want. That's why when you gave me the chance to choose… I chose you."
She didn't want to hear any more of that. "You…" Lightning grunted, "You were only pitying me…"
"So what if I was? What's wrong with sympathy?" The girl interrupted. "What you want is me, am I right?"
It was getting harder to breathe. Lightning maintained her calm expression as she stared at Vanille. "No," She could only say. What I want isn't just you. "I don't need you to pity me."
Right when Vanille believed that Lightning could be good at everything, she found out that this woman was actually very bad at lying. She disregarded her answer and whispered, "You're a miserable person, Lightning."
She twitched. "Who are you to call me miserable? You're only here because you're seeking for sex, for comfort."
"Yes, yes you're right…" The girl whispered, "I'm here for sex, and you're here for your own selfish enjoyment. That's why I think we can benefit each other… as long as we don't talk about this, as long as Fang doesn't know about this…"
"What are you doing?" The ex-soldier questioned as Vanille took her hand and guided it to the area between her legs.
She couldn't believe she was doing something this unsightly. "What you want is right here."
Vanille was so wet – it was beyond Lightning's imagination. But… no, this wasn't what she wanted. It wasn't just her body that she wanted… "Vanille…"
The girl moaned to her call.
She shuddered. Oh, god, this slut – The woman had to put an end to this – she wanted to fucking rape her. They didn't have time to lust over each other… not until her Focus was completed. With force, she pulled away from the girl's grip. "I'm going to tell you one more time: go back," And then she took the opportunity to grab onto Vanille's exposed waist, "Go back before I hurt you."
As threatening as Lightning usually was, this wasn't enough to scare her – at least, not anymore. "I'm not going to leave. Why don't you try me?"
Lightning smirked. Much like earlier in the evening when they first did it, she lifted her up by the thighs, straddling Vanille's long, slender legs around her waist and used the tree she was leaning against for support. "You asked for this. I'm going to do you so hard until you pass out."
Yes, she would like that. Vanille bucked her hips at Lightning with need, almost as if she were challenging her words. "Lightning…"
"Don't call me that," The woman grunted immediately. She didn't want her to moan that name. She buried her face in the crook of the girl's neck, "Please, don't call me that…" Murmuring, "I don't want you to call me that…" Her lips revisited the marks she left earlier on her, but this time, she sucked harder.
"Onee-san!"
"That's it…" Her hands released the girl's waist and travelled upwards. Lightning grabbed onto her subtle breasts through the pink fabric, kneading at her as Vanille's breaths grew heavier and heavier beside her ear. The girl's nipples were growing hard, poking out of that thin tank top for attention. She wasn't even going to bother with stripping her; she was going to do her as she was, and she didn't give a shit about the consequences.
She knew what Lightning was thinking, and Vanille obviously didn't want that. "Wait, no…"
The woman wasn't going to stop, she already made that clear. Her teeth have long replaced her hands, and she was already biting onto a hardened bud, toying with the girl's reactions.
"N-no…! No… onee-san…!" Even though she was crying negative remarks, her back was arched; she was leaning desperately into Lightning for more of her touch, her violation. Vanille's hands dove into the woman's soft pink hair, futilely trying to pull her up so that she could violate something else – her lips. "Please… please kiss me…" She begged.
She grunted with annoyance. Lightning complied; pulling away from her breasts, she only came back in harshly at the girl's sensitive lips. The ex-soldier pushed herself into Vanille. With no hesitation, their tongues began to swirl melodically in each other's mouths, eager to taste and explore each and every corner. Lightning still had plenty of strength within, but she knew that the girl's legs didn't. They were slowly losing their grip, and she couldn't have her out of breath already, when she hadn't even started yet. Slowly, she released her, and when she landed, Lightning pulled away from the kiss to throw the girl forcefully down onto the soft grass.
Vanille landed with a squeak. Her chest heaved up and down heavily as she was nearly out of breath; Vanille turned to lie on her back and faced upwards to watch the woman's next move. To her relief, she wasn't running away or anything, she was only taking off her gloves. When Lightning came back in to resume the kiss, she wrapped her arms around her neck, not letting the woman give her any more unpleasant surprises.
The knee between Vanille's legs nudged at her growing warmth, and as she did that, she felt the latter clawing at the back of her head, and it hurt. "Ugh—" Taking hold of her skinny wrists, Lightning pinned them above Vanille's head with one hand. "Don't touch me unless I tell you to," She growled. Enough teasing, she decided, her purpose right now was to get her to pass out – her mind was set. Her other hand moved down, underneath Vanille's skirt, and without warning, she pushed the wet panties aside, and forced her middle finger into the girl's slit, fast and hard.
"Aah—!" At first, all she could feel was pain; her hands above her head fought hard to free themselves, but the ex-soldier's grip was concrete. Her body wriggled fiercely, hoping by doing that she would be able to escape, but when Lightning began to build a steady pace, the sensation of pain was replaced with one that felt… better. There was no need to fight or move so violently, because gradually, she herself started to move to the pace. Pleasure and only pleasure – yeah, that was the feeling right now. Vanille had sought for this feeling – this feeling… that only could be given to her by this sadistic woman. "Fas—faster…!"
"Beg for it," Lightning's voice became darker, "If you want it from me."
Her hips moved as fast as they could, but it wasn't enough – she had to do it, as much as it disgusted herself. In the dark, her green orbs searched for her leader's blue ones. Vaguely, she could see those glowing eyes planted somewhere on her lower body – she wasn't even paying attention; Lightning just wanted this for her own entertainment, that lustful bitch. But who was she to call her that? As if she wasn't here for sex. Her naïve thought of being 'friends with benefits' with this woman – friends? – no, they weren't even friends. In fact, right now, Vanille believed that she despised her. This strong feeling in her gut that she could not stomach – it had to be hatred, it had to be.
"Come on…" The strawberry-blonde groaned, "What are you waiting for? Beg for it." She slowed down and torturously rubbed the girl's swollen clit with her thumb.
Vanille bit onto her lower lip. "Faster… please do it faster…!"
She smirked. "Do what faster?" Lightning's finger was pulled out of her core and was now tracing her folds teasingly.
Her nails dug into her own palm as she clenched her fists with anger. She was delirious. "I… I hate you…" Vanille glared at the ex-soldier.
Lightning arched a brow. "But you want me," Her hold on the girl's wrists tightened, making the latter groan with discomfort, "And there's nothing you can do about it to stop that need." She pulled her thumb away as well. Bringing her soaking fingers up to her mouth, Lightning cleaned herself up with her tongue. "So either you obey me, or let me do it my way."
Vanille clenched her teeth. Let this woman torture her, or get this over with? Her morals told her that the second choice was more forgivable. "I want you," She whispered.
"Oh?"
She looked away. "Please, I want you to do me faster."
The woman paused, and then she broke into a sinister chuckle. Shaking her head, she leaned down until their faces were close enough for their breaths to brush against each other. "You should be ashamed, Vanille."
"…"
"If Fang knew of this, if she heard what you just told me, she would be. No doubt." Lightning plunged one finger into the girl – Vanille parted her lips to gasp. "And then she will hate you… so much…" She inserted a second finger – the girl's eyes shut tightly in pleasure, distress – whatever, it didn't matter. "You filthy girl…" A third finger—
"Stop… stop… stop…!" She cried with each thrust.
"You know I'm not going to…" As she had requested, Lightning did her fast and hard – the latter being a little something that was extra.
But Vanille wasn't telling her to stop fucking her – no, not when she was enjoying it so much. She was telling Lightning to stop reminding her of reality. Of course she knew Fang would hate her for this. Hell, she even hated herself right now. But she loved this… the way her leader's fingers stretched her insides, the fact that there was so much inside, and that Lightning was hitting the perfect spot each time her fingers thrust into her… god, Vanille loved all of this.
She was close, and Lightning didn't even think of slowing down. Thrusting even faster by now, all that she could hear were the girl's screams and moans. It pleased her to hear not just her name from the redhead's mouth, but also words that were far too dirty and impure to be heard from such a sweet and innocent little girl. With force, she added even her pinky finger into Vanille's core, completely pushing her off the edge, and finally, she came – long and hard.
A blinding white flash of light filled her vision. That, and her pelvic muscles tensed like that they never had before. This was it – the orgasm she had earlier in the evening was nothing compared to this. Blood oozed out from the half-moon shaped scars in her palms; she must've been clenching her fists too hard. Whether it was from pleasure or pain, or even anger, Vanille could care less. Everything was so surreal, she subconsciously questioned if this was a dream. The remnants of her moaning voices echoed in her ears even though the air was dead silent. She was ashamed of it, no doubt, but there wasn't much she could do. She closed her eyes to let the overwhelming moment pass by.
Lightning released her wrists. While cleaning her wet fingers up with her tongue once more, her free hand wandered down to fix the girl's hair. She was indeed attractive, there was no deny, and even something as intense as sex could do little to mar her beauty. Lightning wiped away the beads of sweat on Vanille's face, and then stopped to cup her cheek.
Odd. What was with the sudden gentleness? Vanille, more tired than she ever was in her life, opened her eyes with the little strength she had left. To her surprise, it was the same smile she saw earlier – the same, kind, genuine smile that she wanted to see. "Onee… san…" She called weakly.
The woman couldn't help it. This disgusting, swaying, warm feeling. What – of course she knew what – was it? Why was her heart pounding so hard against her chest? What was this need to hold her? Why was Vanille looking at her with such soft eyes? Lightning didn't know, but she honestly couldn't help it anymore. She didn't care what would happen if she did this – she just had to. Smoothly, Lightning moved in to kiss Vanille like never before. Pecking her lightly, she tried to make it more lasting than anything; she put all the affection she had for the girl into it, and before Vanille could kiss back, she drew away.
But the girl was already caught in confusion. Her eyes widened. That was…
"This is the last time." The ex-soldier said, almost melancholically, "We can't do this anymore."
Vanille forced her aching muscles to oblige; she sat up.
"Make up with Fang, go back to her…"
"…"
"… and don't ever come looking for me again at night. Don't even talk to me, otherwise… I… I don't know what I would do to you…"
A hint of softness – something was wrong with her leader. Vanille held onto the end of Lightning's vest, preventing her from standing up if she was going to. "You're…"
"Vanille, don't."
"It's not just me that you want…"
"Had you met me first…"
Lightning closed her eyes.
"You're… you're in love with me…" Vanille said quietly.
She hissed angrily and shoved the girl's hand off herself. Standing up, she turned her back against her. "It's my problem, not yours. Spare your concern for something else." Lightning began to walk off. "Get some rest."
"W-wait…" She tried to stand up, but proved to be too weak. Her vision was getting increasingly drowsy as seconds went by, and she could, for sure, collapse right now if she didn't have to deal with this. "Onee-san…" Looking up, the woman had already disappeared.
"… would you have fallen for me?"
"Vanille,"
She kept her eyes closed.
"Hey, Vanille,"
"Mmm…" She moaned in her sleep. Something was nudging against her shoulder, trying to wake her up.
"Get up, everyone's looking for you!"
"H-huh?" Opening her tired eyes, the morning sun shone straight into them, and she shut them immediately. "W-what…?"
"We were set to go… only when we found out that you were missing."
Vanille finally opened her eyes.
Oh, it's not Lightning.
"What were you doing here, anyway? And why are your clothes all messed up…?"
The girl blinked and looked down at herself. Yeah, she was a mess, all thanks to her. "I… fell…"
Fang sighed. "Never mind, then. Come on, how long are you going to sit here for? Light is going to get pissed off," She stood up and offered her a hand, "Stand up, let's go back."
Good thing the huntress wasn't as clever. The girl hesitated for a moment and took the woman's hand. When she stood up, her weary legs gave in and she fell over, into Fang's bosom.
"Now, what have you been smoking?" She laughed, "Can't even stand up?"
Vanille blushed. She looked away from the taller woman's forest green eyes.
Fang smirked, "You silly girl,"
The girl twitched.
"You filthy girl…" Lightning's voice echoed in her head. She hated those humiliating words that came from the strawberry-blonde – the names that she called her – it made her feel disgusting. But Lightning… Lightning wasn't having sex with her for her own enjoyment. All along, the woman was hiding her true feelings with a sadistic façade – Lightning, that miserable woman, she was—
Her thoughts were interrupted by Fang's lips that came in contact with her own.
Vanille widened her eyes.
It wasn't Lightning's lips.
The huntress pulled away slowly and smiled at the girl.
It wasn't Lightning's smile.
She brought a finger to trace Vanille's lips. "Let's go back," Fang took the girl's hand before she could say anything.
It wasn't Lightning's voice.
Vanille looked at their joined hands, and then at the back of the huntress' head.
It wasn't Lightning.
That strong feeling from earlier – the one in which she believed to be hatred for Lightning – it wasn't hatred. It was some sort of emptiness. There was some sort of void in her feelings – like something was missing. She didn't know what it was, but it was definitely strong – perhaps even stronger than the feelings she had towards Fang.
For the entire trip that day, Vanille couldn't bear to look at Fang straight in the eyes. She had long let go of her hand without having the woman question her about her strange behaviour, but she couldn't pull herself together. She remained quiet, which was extremely odd because she was usually the loudmouth of the group – she would be the only one who talked and the only one who kept everyone from being silent and mellow.
"Vanille-san," Hope, who was walking beside the girl, finally couldn't withstand the weird silence from her, "Are you okay?"
She blinked and looked down at the boy. It didn't occur to her that she was also trailing further and further away from the group – her pace was slowing down. Vanille forced a smile, "I'm fine, thanks."
He was unconvinced, however, "Really? But your face has been red for a while now…"
"I'm fine, really—"
"Vanille," The raven-haired woman walked towards her and leaned in.
Their foreheads touching, the girl could feel herself getting scared.
"Hmm, it's not a fever…" Fang pulled back and placed a palm on her cheek, "… then why are you so red?"
"What's going on?" The two men walked back to the three who have stopped, gathering together to see what was so interesting. "Did something happen?"
"Oh, don't be so nosy, Snow." Fang said.
"I'm not! I just want to know what's happening!"
Lightning, far away from the group, observed them with frustration. She crossed her arms and waited for the feeling to subside, but it only grew more intense. No, it wasn't because they were slowing her down, but rather, it was because they were all gathering… gathering around her. This feeling – this jealousy wouldn't go away as she had hoped; it was getting harder to breathe as she watched Fang holding Vanille close, feeling her cheeks…
Vanille is mine.
Yes, and nobody else could have her. Oerba Dia Vanille was her property. Lightning thought that she could throw away the feelings she had for her, but no, she wasn't going to allow anyone else to touch her. This was the one time she would not tolerate loss, because never in her life could she keep the things she loved. Her parents, Serah, her freedom – all were robbed from her life because she was not in control of anything. She was trapped in a cage, being controlled by fate.
But this is different.
She was going to get Vanille, hide her, invade her, VIOLATE HER. Lightning stormed towards the group. She was going to grab the girl's arm and take her away – it didn't matter where – she was going to take her away from the others. She walked faster and faster, determined to—
Splat
Blood
Pain
The group turned around.
Vanille's face twisted in horror. "Onee… san…"
A falling Lightning.
A bleeding Lightning.
A dying Lightning.
She fell to the ground. The world had gone dark, everything was slowed down. Lightning looked down at herself; something huge just pierced directly through her stomach, and, god damn it, it hurt. With all her strength, she lifted her head up to see her friends – her friends who were running, panicking, their facial expressions all the same. They were running towards her, but she didn't want to see them. She waited as they spread out, and then finally, she could see her. She could see Vanille.
Vanille…
It didn't matter what stabbed her from behind – she didn't need to know; she was more worried about the girl.
"NEE-SAN!" Snow yelled.
Hope knelt down by her side and immediately started to heal. The others stood behind her to fight… fight whatever just attacked her. Still, Lightning was looking at Vanille, and only Vanille.
"Vanille…"
"Light-san, hang in there!" Hope called as he performed Cure. "W-what is this wound…?" His nervousness was preventing him from concentrating.
She didn't mind the pain.
"Vanille…"
She watched as Vanille sprinted towards her.
"Don't die on us, nee-chan!" Sazh's voice was barely audible as he fired his dual pistols at the enemy.
She watched as Vanille knelt down and put her hands on her bloody wound, and like Hope, she casted Cure.
"Nee-san, Serah's waiting for us, don't give up!" Snow yelled.
She watched as tears poured from Vanille's green eyes. Lightning didn't like it. She wanted to wipe them away and see the usual, cheery girl that she fell for… "Vanille…"
"Light-san! Light-san! Damn it, keep it together!" Hope cried, "Keep breathing!" He focused all of his power on her wound, but it didn't seem to have any effect at all – it was still bleeding unstoppably.
"Onee-san…" Vanille picked Lightning up and held her in her arms with the latter's back against herself. "Keep your eyes opened…" She whispered in her ear, "Please don't close them." Her other hand moved to heal her as well.
She was happy to hear it from her. But, "Why… do you care…?" She breathed weakly. Even at this time, she couldn't shake off her usual cold and bitter self.
Vanille turned so that her lips touched the woman's ear. "You can't leave now…" She whispered, "Not now…" The Cure she used glowed brighter; Vanille was casting it directly into the woman's body.
"Vanille-san…" The boy was surprised. His healing abilities were very much even with the girl's, but right now, Vanille was doing something totally different – it was Cure on a whole new level.
But she had lost too much blood. It was hurting so much, Lightning could no longer feel anything. Her body temperature was dropping rapidly, and her eyelids felt like heavy dumbbells. The woman was about to give up – slowly, she closed her eyes.
"Look at me," Vanille breathed as she noticed the light in her eyes fading, "Please don't close them."
His tears streamed down his cheeks. "Vanille-san…" Hope panted; he also noticed that life was fading away from his leader, "… Light-san, she's—"
"LOOK AT ME!"
Her scream caused Hope to back off a little. Even Snow, Fang, and Sazh who had their hands full turned around briefly upon hearing Vanille's voice.
"You can't go yet…" The girl said angrily as she continued to heal the lifeless body, "You still need to tell me properly…"
Fang turned her head around.
"I need to hear it from you…" Vanille shut her eyes tightly as she concentrated. The tears were dripping onto the woman's cheeks.
"Vanille-san—" Hope wanted to tell her that it was useless.
"You still need to tell me why," She held Lightning closer.
"Vanille-san, the others—!"
The girl looked up. One by one, her team mates were felled by the monster – it was Spartacus. Finally, having downed its preys, the monster shifted its attention to the boy and her.
"Hope, Vanille… run…" She could hear Sazh telling them weakly.
To leave onee-san and run?
"Vanille… go…!" It was Fang's voice.
"Vanille-san, stand up!" Hope called. He drew out his boomerang and stood in front of the girl and Lightning's body, "We need to fight this thing! We can deal with Light-san after this!"
I need her now.
"Help me use Raise!" She didn't listen to Hope at all – she wasn't going to leave this woman, not now. "Help me!"
"You know it's not going to work! Light-san, she's already—"
The fiend gave a screeching roar, numbing Vanille and Hope's five senses momentarily and making them feel weak all over.
"I-it's coming…!" The boy said weakly as he covered his ears.
The monster charged towards the two.
"Vanille-san, we have to run—!"
It drew its blade behind itself, ready to slash with full force.
"Vanille, RUN!" Fang yelled.
It stopped right in front of them.
"Onee-san!" The girl shut her eyes and cried out loud.
It swung the humungous blade downwards—
The body in her arms moved away with lightning-speed—
Clung
"…"
A loud collision of metal was heard. Vanille opened her eyes, and in front of Hope's figure, she could see a taller one. She could see Lightning standing, right there, alive, and the woman had successfully stopped Spartacus' blade with her own.
Hope was the first to react, "Light-san!" He called with relief.
Vanille was awestruck. "H-how…?" Right away, she could hear the woman smirk.
"Do you only heal seriously when you are close to death?"
Lightning was alive, but the tears in her eyes won't stop flowing out of her. "I was… I was healing you the way I usually healed—"
"Now's not the time," She pushed the fiend back. "Good thing everyone weakened it,"
"Light-san, what are you going to do?"
Without turning to the boy, she answered, "I'll finish this. Take care of the others," and she ran towards the monster.
Vanille felt a shiver run up her spine. Oh, Lightning. She was always such an indirect an unintentional show-off. Sometimes, it could be frustrating, but sometimes it just made her look so damn awesome – especially when she was covered in blood, and when her elegant form moved so gracefully as she fought. It was difficult to not get turned on by such a wondrous sight. Vanille watched as her leader easily incapacitated the fiend, crippling it of its legs and arm, leaving it in nothing but the body itself. Then there were also times when the woman could be charmingly violent. The purple blood from Spartacus' limbs was splattered all over Lightning, getting her all filthy and disgusting, but the girl liked it. Seeing the strawberry-blonde tainted in that manner was getting her so hot.
… Then, it hit her.
She was sweating with anticipation, because she realized that at this moment, what she wanted most was for the woman to caress her, to touch her, to drown her in the same purple blood that was stained all over her, and as she did that, she wanted Lightning to whisper dirty words in her ear—
"Unngh…" With Lightning's blood still on her hands, she crossed her arms and moaned.
Hope, who stood close by after healing the others, turned to the girl and lifted a brow, "A-are you okay?" He asked, as that sounded extremely sexual.
She looked up. Lightning was delivering one final blow to the monster, stabbing it directly in the chest, and it turned into black dust instantly. Then, Vanille smiled. "Ne, Hope,"
"Yeah…?"
Lightning swung her gunblade a couple of times in her hand to get rid of the residue of the purple blood before placing it back into its black holder. The ex-soldier turned around, and walked back to the group casually.
Vanille could feel Lightning's azure eyes piercing through her.
"Vanille-san…?" Hope was still waiting for her to say something.
She turned to the boy, revealing her flushed face, "I think I do have a fever after all."
I realized that I made Light really mean :/
OH WELL.
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BTW, if you're wondering whether I'm going to post the old version or not… well, I'm not. I have a habit of editing on the spot, so everything you see here is basically the old version plus some tweaks here and there. Sorry! Hope you guys won't mind/give up on me because of that! D: