Lightning could only stare at the woman across from her.
"Fuck, what are the chances?" Fang muttered, running a hand through her hair.
"Is this some kind of prank?" Lightning asked quietly.
"What?" Fang said, unsure of what Lightning meant.
"It seems like something my sister would do," Lightning said.
"You're right about that," Fang admitted. "Vanille would probably jump right on that train."
They sat across from each other without saying anything. Lightning still had her mouth hanging partially open. Fang wished she could take a picture, but the Pulsian figured that wouldn't be a good thing to do to the roseate. And Fang would get punched.
"So…the person you said you had a date with today was…" Lightning trailed off.
"That was you," Fang fidgeted awkwardly.
Silence enveloped them again.
"Um…get any work done on the fic?" Fang asked, hoping a different topic might trigger conversation.
"Some," Lightning said, surprising herself by not using a negative tone.
"Cool," Fang replied.
Silence condensed.
"Fuck this," Fang said angrily. "Let's get this conversation out of the way. What does this make us?"
"You tell me," Lightning said in a neutral tone. "You're always the first to start an argument among us."
"Because you look damn sexy when you're pissed off," Fang shrugged.
"…What?" the pink haired woman said, taken aback.
"It's true!" Fang said. "You look adorable."
"Anyway," Lightning said while blushing. "Are we friends?"
"I'd like to think we are," Fang said. "I mean, we've known each other for two years online."
"And we've argued every day for the past three," Lightning countered.
"But if you think about it, we've gotten to know each other for real online," Fang said, leaning forward. "Online you aren't as much of a cold bitch because it isn't expected of you. And online I'm…"
"Not as much of an antagonizing brat?" Lightning smirked.
"Exactly!" Fang said with a smile. "Wait, I'm not a brat…"
"Your point is," Lightning continued on for Fang, "that you think we really know each other for real?"
"Well, yeah," Fang said. "I think we could work. As friends."
"True," Lightning admitted. "But there's still the whole area of you thinking I'm 'hot as hell when I'm pissed off.'"
"I never said that."
"You were thinking it."
"Guilty."
"So what do you say to that?" Lightning asked.
"Do you think I'm sexy?" Fang countered.
"Well…" Lightning began. It looked almost hard for her to admit whatever she was thinking. "You are…attractive."
"Context clues tell me you think I'm drop dead sexy," Fang smirked.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, you're staring at my boobs," Fang said triumphantly. Lightning immediately brought her gaze back to Fang's eyes with a murderous glare.
But she didn't even try to deny it.
Fang leaned back, making sure Lightning's attention was on her and not her assets, "So why don't we try it? We both like each other, personality and physically."
Lightning was silent for a long time. The roseate looked at Fang and successfully met her eyes the whole time.
Then she said, "…Fine."
"Shit, you're serious?" Fang exclaimed with a grin. "Cold as ice Farron just agreed to go out with me?"
"Don't jinx it, Yun," Lightning retorted, but the malice was lacking.
"So what are we going to do?" Fang asked. "Dates usually involve doing stuff."
"What do you want to do?" Lightning replied, not wanting to be the deciding factor.
"How about we work on Divided by War?" Fang suggested. "Collaborations tend to work best when they're talked out."
Lightning's lips twitched.
Fang had learned that a lip twitch was a synonym for Lightning smiling. She stared at her constantly, after all.
When she wasn't checking the rest of Lightning out, at least.
"Sounds good," Lightning replied.
Fang stood up and sat down next to Lightning. The roseate stiffened involuntarily, especially when Fang put an arm around her shoulder.
"You move fast," Lightning commented. She didn't seem angry.
"That's how I roll," Fang said with a smirk.
"Did you know Serah thought you'd be some sort of old hag with warts?" Lightning said with a slight grin.
"Really?" Fang laughed. "Maybe we should surprise her later?"
Lightning's eyes lit up mischievously, "Fuck the hell yes."
Serah's head perked up from her homework as she heard a knock at the door. Maybe Lightning's date ended early?
The younger sister took a deep breath and began to get ready to comfort her sister. She approached the door, bracing herself every step of the way. She spun the deadbolt and swung open the door.
And saw her sister and Fang making out furiously on the doorstep.
Serah's mouth dropped open as she watched without saying anything. Lightning eventually detached herself from Fang and said the most unLightning thing Serah had ever heard her say, "If that's how good you kiss, then I wonder how talented your fingers are?"
"Flexible, from hitting all those keys," Fan smirked wolfishly. The dark haired woman turned to Serah and said, "I brought your sister back. She's a feisty one."
"Fang was the one who couldn't keep her hands to herself," Lighting accused with a grin.
"Guilty," Fang said. As Lightning took a step inside her house, Fang said, "See you tomorrow, Sunshine."
"One last kiss?" Lightning asked.
"No!" shouted Serah, finally regaining her mind. She slammed the door, cutting off Fang's bout of laughter.
The shorter pink haired woman rounded on her sister and said, "What was that!?"
"We have a lot in common," Lighting shrugged.
Serah couldn't find words.
"We both like writing, women, and weekends," Lighting said. Then she grinned, "Alliteration! That's something I can use in Creative Writing."
"How are you and what have you done with Lightning?" Serah asked.
Her older sister only laughed and went upstairs to her room.
Serah sat down and hugged her knees to her chest as she tried to erase that mental image.