A/N: This fic contains the following:

SC= Sexual Content

AS= Adult Situations

AL= Adult Language (Well, kinda)

Chapter Four

Pain was the first thing Lightning could think of when she opened her eyes. She laid there for a moment, her body rejecting its command of movement. Her pink hair sprawled all over the pillow, the cover hanging halfway off the bed. It took Lightning several minutes to realize the following: She was having a hangover and secondly, this wasn't her bed.

Lightning slowly sat up, wiped her eyes, and observed more of her surroundings. This was most definitely Hope's room. Her dress and underwear were on the floor, next to the end of the bed. Lightning tried to gather her thoughts on last night events, but not clear memory came to surface. The last thing she remembered getting ready to leave the club. Seeing Hope's clothes next to hers, Lightning began to panic once she reached her conclusion:

She had sex with Hope.

Turning red in the face, Lightning also reached the conclusion that she was naked. She got dressed and staggered out of Hope's room. The hall was oddly quiet, with no sound coming from either the bathroom or her room. Deciding that he was probably downstairs, Lightning traveled past the empty living room to the kitchen, where she saw nobody.

Where the hell is that kid? She thought in pure frustration.

Irritation stymied her from making further progress on the matter, and instead Lightning decided to take a shower. When she undressed and turned on the shower, she could feel the evidence of sexual intercourse between her legs. This led to several flashes of the silver-haired teenager with his eyes closed. The expression shown on his face gave reference to the idea that something was being done to him. Judging by the angle, Lightning figured that person was her. The more she washed her body, the more flashes came to mind. One scene even explained the reason why her mouth tasted so funny.

A gasp escaped Lightning's mouth and she dropped her wash cloth. She didn't realize that she was capable of such acts. Just the thought of her shoving Hope's manhood in her mouth over and over, the wetness of his being encasing the outer limits of her mouth...

Lightning's left hand slapped away her right from reaching between her legs. Now wasn't the time to be pleasuring herself! It was now obvious that she had a problem, and it was time to deal with it. After getting out the shower, Lightning wrapped herself in a towel and grabbed the cellphone from her room. Skimming through her contact list, Lightning found the one person she should have went to the moment after this started. Pressing the send button, Lightning pressed the phone to her ear. After a couple of rings, a female voice tiredly answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Dr. Valka? Hi, it's me, Sgt. Lightning Farron. I apologize for calling you so early. I feel that it is of utmost importance that we meet tomorrow."

"Lightning, tomorrow is Sunday. You also have the day off. Why would you want to do that?" asked Dr. Valka, the military psychologist.

"Remember everything that I have told you so far, including the situation with Hope? Well I feel like things have gotten out of hand..." Lightning cursed under her breath when she saw a wet spot on the towel around her breasts. She started lactating again.

"Well," Dr. Valka began, her voice clearly sounding concerned for her patient. "I normally don't schedule appointments for the weekend. But for you, I'll make an exception. How does eleven sound?"

"Perfect," Lightning replied, feeling satisfied at the moment.

Hope whistled one of his favorite tunes as he came into the house through the side entrance leading to the kitchen. He went to buy breakfast for him and Lightning since he didn't feel like cooking today. He knew she liked her eggs scrambled, with home fries and sausage on the side. He bought himself some Palumpolum (french) toast, with a side of bacon. He uncovered the food from their containers, hoping the smell would lure Lightning downstairs.

He remembered everything about the previous night, from Lightning 'waking' him up with her mouth, to her riding him relentlessly. He remembered the tight feeling she felt when he was inside of her, the half-gasp moans the woman would emit. He loved how she arched her back, how sweaty her body became after what it seemed like hours (it was actually only one) of her being on top. His favorite moment had to be when she submissively gave in to him throwing her on the bed and taking her for himself. The pleading in her face to make go faster...harder...not caring what happened after. She would scream out how she wanted his big-

Hope smacked away his right hand with his left. There was no need for that at the kitchen table.

"Hope?"

Hope paused in his food preparation when he heard Lightning's voice and footsteps. She sounds so hot when she calls his name. To think she was his first...that last night was his first time, he tried not to look too happy when Lightning entered the kitchen. She was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, and showed a look of restraint on her face. Hope could tell she was holding something back, but what?

"Good morning Light!" greeted Hope and made a gesture to the food that was on the table. "I went out to get some breakfast! I bought your favorite!" He began to admire how her hair was tied back in a bun.

"Thanks," was all Lightning said, as she sat down and began her meal.

Saying nothing, Hope decided to dig in and enjoy his food. He tried to not look her in the eye, but he knew she is in deep thought. He figured that Lightning was drunk last night, but he didn't know just how drunk she was. Maybe she didn't remember anything, but suspected? She probably feels awkward and is afraid to discuss what they did. Despite the fact that she smelled like alcohol, the sex they had was amazing. He felt there was nothing to feel ashamed about. They should be comfortable enough with each other to enjoy moments like that. If she was just horny and wanted relief, he didn't mind being used as an object of release. As he was about to speak, Lightning beat him to the start of the conversation.

"Hey," she said, looking up from her food. "Today, I woke up in your bed. Do you know how that came to be?"

Hope's eyes widened as he listened to her voice. She sounded like an interrogator from one of those police shows he used to watch as a kid. There was no anger in her blue eyes, just curiosity.

So she was drunk, he thought to himself. He couldn't tell her the truth now because he wasn't sure how she might react. It was such a shame: It was his first time and his lover didn't remember a thing.

"Well,nothing really happened," Hope lied. "You were drunk and undressed, thinking it was your room. I tried to protest, but you were asleep as soon as you laid in my bed. I decided to take yours instead so you could sleep it off."

Lightning paused for a long moment before saying anything. A simple "Oh" came out from her mouth, and she continued eating. The tension was now as thick as fog, and Hope couldn't think for anything else to say. After eating, Hope threw away his food and headed towards the side door.

"Hey Light," he said. "I'm going to head out for a couple of hours at Mary and Sue's house. I'll see you later."

Hope didn't wait for the simple "Okay" that was uttered by Lightning.

He lied to me! Lightning yelled in her mind the hundredth time today. The little bastard lied to me!

Trying not to lose her mind, Lightning accepted her sister Serah's offer to spend some time with her at the new mall in Neo Oerba. Serah wanted to go clothes shopping, claiming that Snow's promotion allowed her such luxuries. Between today and last night, this was the most amount of time Lightning had spent with her sister in months. Despite anger being an obvious expression on Lightning's face, Serah did her best not to mention it. She somehow knew it had to be linked to Hope for this was the second time Lightning left home in a fit.

Lightning was beyond anger. She remembered a few things about last night's occurrence, and wanted to test Hope to see if he would own up to it. He blatantly lied to her, and acted like nothing went on. He probably was either too embarrassed, or too scared to even discuss about it. In some ways that was understandable, but it still hurt Lightning that he lied. She may have been the drunk one acting going against her own inhibitions, but it took two to tango.

Hope should have stopped it. Instead he didn't, lied about it, and ran off to the house of those twins Mary and Sue. He's probably going to gloat about his recent loss of virginity and coax the girls into some sick threesome. It didn't sound like Hope, but these days who knew what young boys have already discovered about sex.

You're quite the model saint, Lightning thought to herself sarcastically. If she didn't stop the boy in the beginning, they wouldn't have to be in this mess!

"Hey Claire," Serah said, grabbing a red blouse. "What do you think of this?"

"It's nice," replied Lightning, who was staring off into space.

Miffed by her sister's lack of attention, Serah pulled out a white low cut blouse. "What about this?"

"That's nice." Lightning eyes were still not on her.

Serah placed the shirt back in a huff, and just stood there with her arms folded. "How about this one!"

"That's nice." Lightning felt her face being pulled by an angry Serah.

"I didn't even have anything in my hands that time!" she exclaimed. "Lightning, what the heck is wrong with you today?" Serah exclaimed. "Are YOU sure there's nothing going on at the house!"

Lightning broke out of her trance, and stared at her sister. "O-of course everything is okay," she stammered. "Kids are kids, Serah. We were kids once, you know how it is."

Serah regarded that statement with suspicion. "Well what is Hope doing exactly to piss you off?"

Lightning sighed before answering. She didn't want to lie to Serah, so she guessed a half-truth wouldn't hurt.

"Hope has a crush on me."

Serah's mouth parted open slightly as a silly smile spread itself across her face. "Really? Did he tell you!"

"Yes he did."

Serah began quivering from the sudden excitement. "That's so cute!" she yelled, and then toned down once she saw people staring at her. She moved in closer to speak lower. "The boy has his first crush! And it's you! That's so adorable!"

"No it's not adorable!" Lightning hissed. "Nor it is cute! I have to live with him and his adolescent urges!"

"Did you try talking to him about it?" Serah asked, following her sister out of the store.

"I did, but he's quite persistent. He really thinks we 'have a chance'."

"Aww," Serah sighed. "I feel bad for the kid. I think he's going through this because you are the constant female in his life after his mother died. He probably loves you, but because of his hormones, he's confused about how he should express those feelings."

Love, just the word I needed to hear. Lightning sighed, and shook her head. If that was the case, then this was much more serious than she thought. Serah had to be right in her explanation. Hope had his lust mixed in with love. Surrounded by women such as herself, Fang, and Vanille all that time, Hope was probably unsure about where to direct his boyish desires. If that's the case then what was wrong with her? Was she just as confused and lonely as he? Maybe the others were right about her trying to find a man.

As Lightning was thinking these thoughts, Serah was saying them.

"...it would be good for you," she heard Serah say, finally paying attention to her rant that went on for the last minute. "You could meet someone, go out on a few dates, and have a little bit of 'fun'." Serah giggled. "I wonder if there is anyone left who was L'Cie like we were. If we got to keep some of our people, then they should still have some too."

Serah grinned mischievously. "You know Lightning, L'Cie men have incredible stamina. You can just go on for hours and hours and not feel as tired-"

"TMI! TMI!" Lightning cried with her hands to her ears. Images of Snow now clouded her thoughts. She did NOT need that at a time like this.

She would stew in her sinful thoughts of Hope than to imagine her sister and her brother-in-law going at it like rabbits. But Serah was right about one thing: L'Cie men were great in the sack.

Thinking about this made Lightning's thoughts wander to Hope throwing her on the bed and thrusting in her with all his might. She thought of the aggression on his face, the way his blue-green eyes narrowed every time he pushed in her. She thought about his grunts which were a lot deeper than she expected them to be. She thought about the way he continued to place his mouth on her breasts, feeding off them the same way he did the first time.

Yeah, she needed a shrink. Thankfully, she had one. Thank the Maker for the military.

A/N: Needed some time off to gather my thoughts. I really need to continue my other fics, but I love doing this one so much (plus the demand for it is so high! Lol). I noticed I started slipping in the last chapter, which was probably due to me being exhausted at the time I was writing it. It's hard to find time to sit and write when you're busy. Anyways, see ya next chapter!