Voyeur [Final Fantasy XIII, Snow/Lightning, PG-13]
Title: Voyeur
Author: ladycrysiana
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Feb 7: Final Fantasy XIII, Snow/Lightning: Voyeurism- “I know you’re there, Snow.”
Warnings: None
Summary: Snow watches as Lightning strips down for the night. Lightning is less than thrilled.
She's armored in more ways than one. Snow thinks he'd get lost if he had the chance to undress her. It's sort of like camouflage, he figures. If you can't figure out which buckles to undo, Light wins and you get to go home with nothing.
Right now, she thinks she's alone, though.
The sword comes off first, still in its sheath. It detaches from the back and she sets it aside on the bedside table. She sits, bending to unbuckle her boots. Her cloak scrunches up underneath her as she scoots back on the bed, toeing off one boot, then the other. She doesn't wear socks underneath them, and stockings are too hot, she's said. She stretches one leg out, pointing her foot.
When she first joined, the boots had given her blisters on her ankles, angry red things that Serah had fussed over. Her ankles had healed long ago - they're slim and white now, drawing Snow's eyes up Light's long, long legs. She half-rolls on her side, reaching up for the ties that held her cloak on, and releases it. It flutters down to the bed, pooling underneath her, and Light moves on.
Her carryall is next, strapped as it is around her leg. She unbuckles it and slides it down. The leather straps madke sucking noises where they've stuck to her skin, leaving thin red lines behind from the pressure. Light sets the carryall next to her sword and sheath and rubs at the lines, making a face.
Snow stares at her fingers, imagining his own in their place. Stroking Light's thigh, feeling her stiffen and seeing a blush stain her cheeks. Hearing her sputter at him, but not push him away...Snow shakes himself, focusing on Light again. She's stripped her gloves, armguard, and epaulet off. It looks a bit strange; Light isn't tanned by any stretch of the imagination, but her right arm is a shade darker than her left, even from their mild sun.
Her overcoat slips down off her shoulders, resting on top of her cloak on the bed. Dressed only in her shirt and skirt, Light seems almost naked. All the layers, down to a simple shirt and skirt...and underwear, Snow realizes with a start. He'd never really wondered about her underwear before. If she bought it herself, it would probably be plain, white...maybe a full undershirt and not just a bra, even. If Serah bought it...it might be frilly and lacy, but Light would wear it anyway.
Or maybe Light would like lacy underthings, because all the other girls he knows seem to, no matter what else they like to do.
Light reaches up to the zipper of her shirt, then pauses. "I know you're there, Snow."
He flinches, doesn't move from the shadows. "Uh..."
"Come here." She crosses her arms across her chest and waits. She crosses her legs too, as he's coming out, and it takes and effort to lift his gaze up to her face. She's scowling at him, but he thinks that she'd have to stand if she wanted to punch him in the face.
Snow shuffles a bit. "I didn't mean..."
"For me to catch you?" Light says coolly. She reaches up to pull the zipper of her shirt down so that the curves of her breasts are just barely visible. Snow's breath catches as Light shifts forward, scowling up at him. "Didn't you think that maybe watching a girl strip is selfish?"
"Hey, I'm not a perv-what?" Snow stops, mid-sentence, and replays what Light just said. "Selfish?"
"Why should you get to see me naked while I don't get anything?" Light asks. "You should know better than that, Snow." She fiddles with the zipper of her shirt, sitting back. "You could have asked."
Snow looks over Light for a moment. "...you aren't evil, or possessed or something, are you? I thought you'd just hit me and tell me to leave." He shoves his hands into his pockets. "...would you really strip for me if I stripped for you?" The idea makes his cock twitch. Light's watching him as he got naked...she'd be impressed once his pants came off, that was for sure.
Light stares at Snow, then says slowly. "I was kidding."
"Oh." Snow looks everywhere but Light. "I...oh."
"...get out, Snow."
Author: ladycrysiana
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Feb 7: Final Fantasy XIII, Snow/Lightning: Voyeurism- “I know you’re there, Snow.”
Warnings: None
Summary: Snow watches as Lightning strips down for the night. Lightning is less than thrilled.
She's armored in more ways than one. Snow thinks he'd get lost if he had the chance to undress her. It's sort of like camouflage, he figures. If you can't figure out which buckles to undo, Light wins and you get to go home with nothing.
Right now, she thinks she's alone, though.
The sword comes off first, still in its sheath. It detaches from the back and she sets it aside on the bedside table. She sits, bending to unbuckle her boots. Her cloak scrunches up underneath her as she scoots back on the bed, toeing off one boot, then the other. She doesn't wear socks underneath them, and stockings are too hot, she's said. She stretches one leg out, pointing her foot.
When she first joined, the boots had given her blisters on her ankles, angry red things that Serah had fussed over. Her ankles had healed long ago - they're slim and white now, drawing Snow's eyes up Light's long, long legs. She half-rolls on her side, reaching up for the ties that held her cloak on, and releases it. It flutters down to the bed, pooling underneath her, and Light moves on.
Her carryall is next, strapped as it is around her leg. She unbuckles it and slides it down. The leather straps madke sucking noises where they've stuck to her skin, leaving thin red lines behind from the pressure. Light sets the carryall next to her sword and sheath and rubs at the lines, making a face.
Snow stares at her fingers, imagining his own in their place. Stroking Light's thigh, feeling her stiffen and seeing a blush stain her cheeks. Hearing her sputter at him, but not push him away...Snow shakes himself, focusing on Light again. She's stripped her gloves, armguard, and epaulet off. It looks a bit strange; Light isn't tanned by any stretch of the imagination, but her right arm is a shade darker than her left, even from their mild sun.
Her overcoat slips down off her shoulders, resting on top of her cloak on the bed. Dressed only in her shirt and skirt, Light seems almost naked. All the layers, down to a simple shirt and skirt...and underwear, Snow realizes with a start. He'd never really wondered about her underwear before. If she bought it herself, it would probably be plain, white...maybe a full undershirt and not just a bra, even. If Serah bought it...it might be frilly and lacy, but Light would wear it anyway.
Or maybe Light would like lacy underthings, because all the other girls he knows seem to, no matter what else they like to do.
Light reaches up to the zipper of her shirt, then pauses. "I know you're there, Snow."
He flinches, doesn't move from the shadows. "Uh..."
"Come here." She crosses her arms across her chest and waits. She crosses her legs too, as he's coming out, and it takes and effort to lift his gaze up to her face. She's scowling at him, but he thinks that she'd have to stand if she wanted to punch him in the face.
Snow shuffles a bit. "I didn't mean..."
"For me to catch you?" Light says coolly. She reaches up to pull the zipper of her shirt down so that the curves of her breasts are just barely visible. Snow's breath catches as Light shifts forward, scowling up at him. "Didn't you think that maybe watching a girl strip is selfish?"
"Hey, I'm not a perv-what?" Snow stops, mid-sentence, and replays what Light just said. "Selfish?"
"Why should you get to see me naked while I don't get anything?" Light asks. "You should know better than that, Snow." She fiddles with the zipper of her shirt, sitting back. "You could have asked."
Snow looks over Light for a moment. "...you aren't evil, or possessed or something, are you? I thought you'd just hit me and tell me to leave." He shoves his hands into his pockets. "...would you really strip for me if I stripped for you?" The idea makes his cock twitch. Light's watching him as he got naked...she'd be impressed once his pants came off, that was for sure.
Light stares at Snow, then says slowly. "I was kidding."
"Oh." Snow looks everywhere but Light. "I...oh."
"...get out, Snow."