Chocolate and Vanilla

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

A/N: Sorry for lateness again! I hope this one came out okay! Enjoy? Yes? No?

Prompt 06. Seize the Day

Summary: Vanille was going to do it. She wasted too many opportunities as is. Today was going to be the day.

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Vanille took a deep breath.

She had been dawdling.

Dawdling all day and the last seven days.

All that fidgeting and stammering she went through were for naught, until today.

It was silly, really. It all started with Fang teasing her.

She joked with Vanille about how she never made a first initiative before. Vanille usually let Fang do it, and then it became almost like a routine. If she were being completely honest, it was also the fact that it was embarrassing for her to try and imitate what Fang did. But now it seemed like Fang wanted to shake things up a little. Normally, they would have both taken it as a joke and let it be forgotten soon after. It was just the way Fang said it—saying how Vanille wouldn't dare or even have the guts to make the first move.

It was a challenge—one Vanille accepted after having her pride wounded.

With her attempts came many blunders. All of which, she would rather forget. Each time she thought back, her cheeks would flush and her ears would grow warm. She was just glad Fang didn't seem to pay them too much mind, but she could tell Fang found it at most, questionable.

She was just nervous about it. Vanille couldn't understand how Fang was always able to take the lead. Sure, their personalities were different, but what part of that meant she couldn't do it if Fang could? It shouldn't have been a big deal. All Fang did was gently hold her in a tight hug. Sometimes their lips would brush and it would send shivers down her spine, no matter how brief or how long and slow the contact was. Other times, they would lose themselves and their hands would wander in places they had no business in, with Fang's hand slowly trailing up her leg and then up thigh, where her fingers were inches away from—

Vanille slapped her hands against her face, as if the physical contact and slight pain would rid her of her indecent thoughts. Now wasn't the time to think of what Fang did to her, but what she could do for Fang that she couldn't bring herself to for the past week.

Fang should be coming back from her hunt any minute now. Vanille was leaning against the wall, her fingers knitted together. Undone and then threaded back, all in a vain attempt to calm her anxious and pounding heart while she was expecting to see Fang come through the doorway. She wasn't quite sure what she was going to do. When she planned it out before, it just never really went like how she thought. This time, impulse would lead the way. Strategy never worked for situations like these, even if they were normally good to have.

She braced herself when she could hear the telltale footsteps of Fang heading up the stairs, back into their home. Her back straightened and her hands fell to her sides. Vanille was going to do it. She wasted too many opportunities as is. Today was going to be the day.

A bag could be heard being roughly dropped onto the ground near the entrance—Fang's hunting gear. A shifting noise and thump—the blade lance being propped against the wall beside the rack. The scuttling of her boots grew steadily louder as she neared where Vanille was—right around the corner.

"Vanille? I'm home—"

She sidestepped from her hiding spot and threw herself on Fang. Surprised, the older woman had no choice but to be pushed against the wall, her grunt muffled from Vanille's lips over her own. It all happened so quickly, but Vanille could tell Fang registered it was her the moment she stopped resisting. Her slender arms ensnared Fang's neck, deepening the kiss. She could feel Fang smirk against her and used that opportunity to delve even further into her mouth with her tongue.

It was different. Much different. But Fang played along regardless, letting Vanille take the lead and gasp when Vanille nipped above her collar bone. Fang was cornered—Vanille's hands on either side of her—literally at her mercy. All she could do was pull Vanille by the waist, closer to her, urging her to continue. Vanille traced her jaw line with her mouth, teasing her, careful to touch everything but those desperate lips of hers.

Fang made a low growl. Vanille smiled to herself, she could tell she was growing impatient. She lightly kissed the corner of her lips as a mute apology and raised her head to look at Fang with half-lidded eyes. It was green on green as they both stared at one another, breathing slowly but heavily to catch their breaths. Fang leaned down and paused, just a margin away from Vanille's lips and remained so. If it was going to last any longer, Vanille might have collapsed from anticipation.

—Until Fang started to chuckle.

Vanille pulled away and gave her a confused look, but then started to laugh herself. That's right, she reminded herself, the whole point was to prove to Fang that she could be in control for once. It was a little clumsy, but that was okay too.

"That was cute." Fang said between laughs, using her hand to try and stifle any other noise that tried to escape from her.

Vanille pouted and stomped her foot, embarrassed. Her face was flushed, whether from earlier or because of her newfound self-awareness. "You were the one that told me to!"

Fang patted her head to calm her down and grinned. "Yeah?" She said. "Well, I don't think you're too cut out for that kind of role."

She was going to say something to retaliate but Fang cut her off with a hug and whispered in her ear. "But hey," Vanille quivered under the hot feel of her breath. "I'm sure some more experience will patch that right up."

And Vanille giggled at the implication. Today was a good day afterall.

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A/N: So I've been stuck in a writer's block so I had to force myself to crank this one out. And school's starting soon so this collection might be updated very irregularly. Leave a review and let me know how this one was!