Rain
Fandom: FFXIII
Pairing: Lightning/Fang
Rating: T
Word Count: 500
Prompt: Friends/Partners
Fang wasn't really surprised to see Lightning sitting alone, away from the crowded inn in which Snow insisted they stay the night, but she was a bit dismayed to see that she had walked so far for a little privacy. It wouldn't have been so bad to take a walk, but Lightning had ventured well past the town's borders and the rain had been falling for nearly an hour since she began following her.
Rolling her eyes, she kicked through the mud and dropped onto the mossy trunk next to her companion, cursing silently when she saw the state of her boots. "You're soaked."
Lost in memory and the faint trickle of rain in the trees, Lightning didn't notice Fang's presence until she had squeezed water from her sarong and flicked the droplets at her face. Irritated, she huffed, "What is it?"
"I said that you're soaked."
"Yeah, well, you're wet too."
Cobalt eyes flashed in dark amusement. "So it would seem. It is raining, you know."
Lightning turned away when Fang tried to meet her gaze. "What are you doing out here?"
"I came to check on you. When Snow started talking about that girl, you left in such a hurry that..."
"I'm fine."
"Are you? You look so cold."
Lightning chuckled. The tribeswoman had no idea at all, couldn't possibly understand what it meant to be truly cold. "I've told you that I'm fine. "
"Don't lie to me." Fang smiled sadly as her long fingers brushed the shimmering trails on Lightning's cheeks. Had it been anyone else, it would have been easy to ask her what was wrong, but asking the former soldier a question like that seemed like the stupid sort of thing that Vanille might do. "Funny thing. It's pretty cold out here, but the rain on your cheeks is so warm."
Lightning saw the moisture on her fingertips and scoffed at her unspoken question. Only Serah could bring those tears and no other person could ever know it. "Don't be ridiculous. It's just the rain."
"Just the rain, huh?" Suddenly furious that she wasn't trusted enough for a simple confession, Fang cupped Lightning's face in her palms and kissed the high arches of her cheekbones, tasting salt on her skin before seizing her lips with her own. When it seemed that Lightning might pull away, she clutched her hair and forced her head back so her tongue could trail along the length of her throat. She could have stopped at a simple kiss, but something about the broken woman in her arms told her not to.
Warmth and forgiveness and all the things she had denied herself since childhood, Lightning couldn't allow herself to enjoy them now, not even when they were so freely given. "Stop it."
"Why?"
"Because..."
"I don't want to stop..." Fang watched Lightning's beautiful hazel eyes close in an effort to hide the tears once again spilling down her cheeks. "...and I don't think that you want me to either."
Pairing: Lightning/Fang
Rating: T
Word Count: 500
Prompt: Friends/Partners
Fang wasn't really surprised to see Lightning sitting alone, away from the crowded inn in which Snow insisted they stay the night, but she was a bit dismayed to see that she had walked so far for a little privacy. It wouldn't have been so bad to take a walk, but Lightning had ventured well past the town's borders and the rain had been falling for nearly an hour since she began following her.
Rolling her eyes, she kicked through the mud and dropped onto the mossy trunk next to her companion, cursing silently when she saw the state of her boots. "You're soaked."
Lost in memory and the faint trickle of rain in the trees, Lightning didn't notice Fang's presence until she had squeezed water from her sarong and flicked the droplets at her face. Irritated, she huffed, "What is it?"
"I said that you're soaked."
"Yeah, well, you're wet too."
Cobalt eyes flashed in dark amusement. "So it would seem. It is raining, you know."
Lightning turned away when Fang tried to meet her gaze. "What are you doing out here?"
"I came to check on you. When Snow started talking about that girl, you left in such a hurry that..."
"I'm fine."
"Are you? You look so cold."
Lightning chuckled. The tribeswoman had no idea at all, couldn't possibly understand what it meant to be truly cold. "I've told you that I'm fine. "
"Don't lie to me." Fang smiled sadly as her long fingers brushed the shimmering trails on Lightning's cheeks. Had it been anyone else, it would have been easy to ask her what was wrong, but asking the former soldier a question like that seemed like the stupid sort of thing that Vanille might do. "Funny thing. It's pretty cold out here, but the rain on your cheeks is so warm."
Lightning saw the moisture on her fingertips and scoffed at her unspoken question. Only Serah could bring those tears and no other person could ever know it. "Don't be ridiculous. It's just the rain."
"Just the rain, huh?" Suddenly furious that she wasn't trusted enough for a simple confession, Fang cupped Lightning's face in her palms and kissed the high arches of her cheekbones, tasting salt on her skin before seizing her lips with her own. When it seemed that Lightning might pull away, she clutched her hair and forced her head back so her tongue could trail along the length of her throat. She could have stopped at a simple kiss, but something about the broken woman in her arms told her not to.
Warmth and forgiveness and all the things she had denied herself since childhood, Lightning couldn't allow herself to enjoy them now, not even when they were so freely given. "Stop it."
"Why?"
"Because..."
"I don't want to stop..." Fang watched Lightning's beautiful hazel eyes close in an effort to hide the tears once again spilling down her cheeks. "...and I don't think that you want me to either."