To: Devi-Art Chelisa1031

Well, Fang won't gigitty Light's gishmoigan…more like the other way around ;)

And…don't stop with the bad puns, they make me laugh

Thanks goes to Baby Capri 1990, for helping me edit and pushing me to write, as always. Go read her story Lost Then Found, it's awesome. :D

The Simple Life
Chapter 9

It's been three days now. Fang and I had talked, but not much. I still wanted her to quit her job and find something safer. Yet, I didn't want to push her away from me either. I've decided that I'll let her do whatever she pleases. Anything to save from losing her. I just hope she realizes how much I will worry about her once she goes back to work.

"Lightning, Fang's here!" I heard Serah call from the living room.

"Tell her to come up," I replied. I checked myself in the mirror yet again. I think I've spent the last hour looking at myself, looking for anything that was wrong. I never found a thing. Just as a sigh released from my throat I heard the doorknob of my room start to jingle.

"Serah seems like she's in good spirits."

"Yea," I turned around to face her. It was nice to see her again. She was gorgeous, at least to me. Even though she looked like death ran over. "Fang, have you slept?" I reached out to touch her cheek gently.

"I missed you," was all she responded with. Her head tilted though, pressing her cheek further into my palm. Her eyes fell shut, "I haven't slept at all."

My voice was soft, "I haven't either." It wasn't a lie. Every time I fell asleep I saw images. Images that destroyed any hopes of slumber over the last few evenings. I saw gruesome pictures of Serah's aborted child. I was helpless to save Fang as I was held while she was tortured to the point of death.

She reached for my hand. It was almost like the first time all over again. Her hand shook, as did mine. It was the first time we'd touched one another in three days. I laced my fingers with hers, my eyes falling shut. "I really did miss you Claire."

"I know…" I rested my head on her shoulder, her arms soon snaking around my waist. "I missed you too."

"Then how come it was always me who called first?" Her voice was soft, but there was a hint of sarcasm buried deep inside her tone.

I tried to ignore her. Yet I couldn't, "You haven't changed much I see." I smiled softly up at her.

"Did you expect me to magically become nice in just three short days?"

"It felt like an eternity," I cupped her cheek and leaned up to kiss her softly. It was almost like our first kiss all over again. Something that was shy, yet desired by us both.

Each day I was away from her felt like a year. I just wanted to forget the argument we had. Every moment I was alone I looked down at my empty hand. The ring still sat on the bedside table in our room. At least I hoped it did. I don't know what she would have done with it though. "Lightning?" I looked at the door when I heard my name being called.

"It's Serah," was all I said before hurrying from the room. "Serah what's wrong?"

She only grinned at me, "Would you just go home to Fang already?"

I tilted my head at her, "Are you sure? What about you and Snow, you've barely spoken since…"

"We're fine sis, we talk at night, when we're alone." She took a step back and smiled softly. "We…we want to try again Claire."

Just the thought of that made my stomach turn in place. "You didn't have to tell me why you wanted me gone you know."

"Come on sweetheart, let's let the lovebirds have some time alone," I shivered at the feel of Fang's hand on my lower back. Oh how I missed her little caresses.

I needed her. I know I needed her. I needed her more then I needed the air in my lungs, and I planned on showing that to her. We barely made it to the door of our home when I pressed her against it and kissed her harder than I ever had in the past. One of my hands got lost in her hair while the other was frantically fighting with my key to get the damned door open and out of our way.

"My, my…" Before she could finish her statement I shoved her through the doorway.

"Shut up. I'm still somewhat mad at you." I pushed the door shut, kicked my shoes off at the door, dropped my keys on the nearby table, and pressed my body against hers. I missed her touch, her scent, her taste. Part of me also missed her controlling nature. But not tonight. Tonight, I was in charge.

Our lips locked again, just as passionately as before. My eyes blinked a few times, simply looking for where to take her. Floor? Too hard. Bedroom? Too far. Sofa? Sofa was good. Our feet became tangled as we neared the soft cushions of the sofa. She landed on the plush cushions first, me on top. Just where I wanted to be. I clutched both of her hands and pinned them roughly above her head.

It was like I was losing control, my fingers clutched tightly around her wrists. So tight that my knuckles turned white. She'd have bruises in the morning. Not like she'd mind. She didn't mind then, her only protest was a soft whimper. I pulled my lips away from hers and trailed them down her neck. Her skin was so soft, even with all of the muscle it hid.

"Mm, Light…" Her voice became a groan as I latched onto the skin near her collar bone. My teeth bit down as well, drawing out a gasp from her lungs. She struggled against my grasp but I didn't give way. She was to be mine. "Light, please," she forced the words out between shallow breaths.

"Please what?" I let go of her hands just long enough to rip the sari from her body. It soon became a pile of blue on the floor. My hands grabbed hers again before she had a chance to touch me. "No!"

Her eyes grew wide for a moment. She'd never seen this side of me. Deep down, I always wanted to be in control. I just never felt the urge until now. I pressed her arms to the sofa cushions, holding her in place. Her muscles rippled as she fought against me. The sight below me made my heart race. I leaned in to press my lips to the pulse point in her neck, just above the bruise I had given her. Her chest rapidly rose and fell as she struggled to take steady breaths.

I shifted my grip on her to lace our fingers together. She finally stopped fighting against me as my mouth found her right breast. The only noises she emitted now were sounds of joy. Random moans, groans, and gasps filled my ear drums. Just the noises I wanted to hear. Her words were barely above a whisper as she begged for more. She wanted me just as much as I needed her. I reached out with my tongue to lap at her already erect nipple. Her back arched, pushing more of her breast into my mouth. I released one of her hands, it instantly got lost in my hair, holding me to her. My hand, though, moved down to tweak her left nipple. It was the furthest thing from gentle. My thumb and forefinger wrapped around the nipple, pulling until I heard a soft gasp of pain. Then they just rolled the sensitive skin between them.

"Cl-" She moaned loudly when I bit down on her right nipple, "oh god!" I freed her other hand, it gripped the edge of the sofa as her head flew back in ecstasy. I could already smell her arousal building. I allowed my nails to scrap down her flat stomach. Thin red lines were left in their wake. Not blood, just raw skin. Her body jerked slightly in response. Most likely a painful pleasure. "Please."

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" I dug my nails into her thigh to get her to remain quiet. My tongue trailed down her stomach to finally flick at her damp center. Her fingers gripped the back of my head, holding me close to her. Each movement of my tongue caused her whole body to quiver. It wouldn't be long until she reached her peak. I was aware of that. I didn't want to drag it out. Not this time. I pulled away from her for a brief moment to place my fingers in my mouth, two of them. Just enough to wet them before driving them deeply inside of her.

Her back arched at the intrusion. The welcomed intrusion. My name escaped her luscious lips yet again, it was strained. She was close to her orgasm. Just. A. Few. More… I tilted my head up to look at her as my fingers curved just slightly inside of her, hitting her most sensitive spot. My name hitched in her throat, followed by silence. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't move. Her fingernails curled in my hair, digging into my scalp to the point that it hurt. But it was a pain that sent chills down my spine. After she came down from her climax I pulled my fingers away from her.

"Claire?" I crawled back up her body and brushed a few sweat covered strands of hair from her face.

"Yes, my love?" I placed kisses all over her face before finally meeting her lips, lovingly.

She smiled into the kiss, taking a moment to deepen it before speaking, "I love you." She shifted her weight to push me into a sitting position.

"I love you too," my arms wrapped around her neck. I didn't fight her as she stood up. My legs instinctively wrapped around her waist.

It was going to be a long night.

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