Chocolate and Vanilla

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XIII. Prompts are from 64damn_prompts on LiveJournal Community.

A/N: When I see sky, I think "I'd tear down the sky if it'll save her". So does everyone else, I think. So I tried to get a little more creative on this. Enjoy? Yes? No?

Prompt 03. Sky

Summary: They were finally out of the Fifth Ark. How exactly did Fang and Vanille spend their time while the rest were out looking for supplies?

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Vanille wasn't looking at the sky anymore. All she could see—feel—was Fang.

She could barely remember why she was mad at Fang. It was all hazy as Fang pulled her lips away from Vanille's and lightly grazed them along the curve of her neck, teasing her. She bit down on her swollen lower lip and dug her hands into Fang's hair, absently marveling at its softness. Vanille shuddered at her touches and could just tell Fang had a small grin on her face without having to look.

A memory flitted through her half-lidded eyelids. That's right, they were supposed to be looking for supplies now that they were on Gran Pulse and out of the Fifth Ark. Fang was able to find a Gran Pulse airship stowed between abandoned metal and rubble. She had relentlessly tried to stop Fang from piloting it, thinking her friend had no clue how to operate it. It just didn't seem like a good idea. The main argument she used was that Lightning would have wanted to know about the airship as soon as possible. But Fang was insistent, and Vanille thought it was just a matter of pride because Sazh was able to fly one. But that wasn't it.

"Fang," Vanille whispered breathily.

That got her attention. She looked up and saw the dark and cloudy and pleading look Vanille had in her eyes. Tucking a stray strand of red hair behind Vanille's ear, Fang kissed her supple lips again. Ever so slowly, she was getting driven over the edge. Vanille's arms hung loosely around Fang's neck as she was forced to lean on the dashboard of the ship for support, else her knees would give way. She was being taken over as Fang placed her hands over the dashboard, on either side of Vanille. Her head tilted back with a sigh when Fang bit her neck, her eyelids opening to give her a glimpse of the sky through the front window.

Now she remembered why they were on an airship. The reason why Fang was so fixated on boarding it, no matter how much she had protested. Fang wanted them to have their own time together to look at the sky she loved so much. And neither were disappointed as it was a sight to behold. The sun was barely hovering over the grassy hills of Gran Pulse. The trees, once freshly green, were tinted with violet and orange. And the sky was stained with beautiful pinks, purples, blues, and just about everything between. Fluffs of clouds were scattered about, dotting the mixture of colors with misty whites. Fang even gave her a romantic kiss. But, seeing as they finally had their privacy, it soon escalated into something heated. That was where they were now.

A moan escaped her mouth when she felt Fang's tongue glaze over her crimson lips and slip in. Vanille's hold on her neck tightened, deepening their kiss and brushing their bodies closer together. They were so close Vanille could swear that Fang could feel the thrumming heartbeat in her chest, going faster with every little thing Fang was doing to her. The feather light touches, the flicks of her tongue against her own, their bodies rubbing against another, the tiny bit space between them…

And even that little clink—clink?

Vanille pulled away abruptly, both from the strong need for air and because of the noise she heard. She wasn't alone, as Fang looked around for the source between gasps. Her unfocused eyes looked over to the steering wheel and she saw the auto-pilot button off. Fang narrowed her eyes, looking out the window to see the ground was closer than it was before. Vanille gasped and Fang ran a hand through her hair before springing to the wheel.

"Get ready for a crash landing, Vanille."

She ran over to hold onto Fang's seat and closed her eyes, bracing herself for what might come.

The ship tilted, even with Fang's maneuvering, and lurched as it slammed into the ground. It grew shaky, unbalancing Vanille with a scream. Fang grabbed hold of Vanille's waist, making sure she wouldn't fall. They waited for the ship to completely still before exiting. What they saw wasn't exactly pretty. The ship was in shambles and in an irreparable state. In short, useless.

Fang sighed and rested a hand on her hip. "Well, I guess it was my fault since I got too enthusiastic and knocked into the switch."

Vanille's mouth agape, she reprimanded Fang. "You were the pilot! You were supposed to make sure it was on autopilot, and stayed on autopilot!"

"No harm done, we're both alive." Fang reasoned, stretching her arms above her head. "I suppose we'll have to continue some other time. And I was just getting started…" She said thoughtfully, but sullen.

Blood rushed to her cheeks, hearing what Fang was implying. Then she remembered it was Fang that had just destroyed an airship that could have carried all of them to Oerba. Vanille just knew it was a bad idea from the start, and was proven right. There could have been so much time saved. But now, they were going to have to walk the entirety of Gran Pulse. With that infuriating thought, she hit the older girl on the arm. Fang winced and rubbed the sore spot. There most likely was going to be a bruise by morning. Vanille stalked off in the direction they had set up base for the time being.

"I told you we should have just told Lightning when we found it…"

"You weren't exactly complaining back in the ship. I dare say you actually—"

By morning, Fang found two large, painful bruises on her arm.

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A/N: Hope you liked it! Sorry for lateness! Next one might be too, so to tide yourself over till then, check out my new oneshot about Bhakti on my profile! Fang and Vanille are mentioned in it if that'll convince you haha.