FLightone-shot. Smut, Rated M. //All credit to this one-shot goes to my friend, who wrote it despite knowing nothing about Final Fantasy XIII and researched it all just for this. So give him love//
The sound of incessant beeping startled Fang, interrupting her musings. She noticed it came from the elevator leading to the dojo, meaning someone was trying to get inside.
Who could it be at this hour? Had Vanille forgotten something again? Fang shrugged, not worried in the least as she walked towards the dojo's entrance. It wasn't like she couldn't defend herself.
She pressed the button that unlocked the elevator. The doors slid open revealing a woman dressed in black jeans and a black hoodie, which hid parts of her pink hair. The Cocoon soldier had her hands in her pockets and she seemed restless, like she was about to pounce at any moment. Distraught showed on her face.
"Lightning? What are you doing here?"
"May I come in?"
Fang hadn't seen Lightning in the last three weeks; not since the last time they had slept together. They had fucked all night long and the next morning, the strawberry blonde had behaved like an ice princess, left without a word and hadn't showed up since.
She stepped aside to let her in. "What do you want?" To say she was intrigued was an understatement.
The brunette didn't have time to bat an eyelash as she felt two hands grab her arms and pin her against the wall near the elevator. She was pushed so hard, she lost her breath.
"You..." Lightning pressed her body against hers and claimed her lips in a searing kiss.
Fang was about to respond in kind but the kiss was already over.
"I want you..."
The way the pink-haired woman whispered these words with a passion barely contained...
Fang almost gushed.
The Pulsian felt two hands grab the elastic band of her shorts and yank them down. A rush of cool air brushed her sex and it was soon replaced by a pair of warm lips and a hot tongue darting its way between her folds. Fang's breath hitched in her throat and her eyes rolled back into her head. She bit her lower lip as she felt the tip of Lightning's tongue sneak her way further and tease her clit. She couldn't believe how skillful she was. She knew what to do to bring her closer to so much needed relief in such a short time, just like a long time lover would. Fang scrapped her fingernails across Lightning's scalp, eliciting a low moan from her. She grabbed the back of her head and pressed her face against her core for more contact.
"Holy Etro!" She breathed. "How I missed that sweet tongue of yours!"
If five weeks ago you had told Lightning Farron she would've been down on her knees with her face between a woman's thighs, she would've punched you senseless. If you had told her she would've felt pleasure being in that position, she would've ruined your face. Why, because Lightning Farron wouldn't do that. She wasn't like that. She was an independent woman; she was her own person. She didn't need to get down on her knees to get something. But that was five weeks ago and this was now. She wasn't the same woman anymore, Fang had seen to that. She had found the crack in her armour and slowly but surely, she had reduced it to pieces, leaving her opened and vulnerable. She had left the soldier with a craving, a longing she couldn't get rid of. She had reduced her to a pathetic human thrall who had been in constant torment for the last three weeks because she couldn't get a glimpse of her dark-haired beauty. And now she was here, worshipping Fang's body like a junkie who needed a fix. She got high on every moan, whimper and groan coming out of the brunette's mouth. She couldn't get enough.
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