IN PROGRESS: What happens in Oerba, stays in Oerba [Part II]
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIII
Characters/Pairing: OT6 (Sazh/Lightning/Vanille/Fang/Snow/Hope)
Warnings: Gratuitous smut, drunkeness
Rating: Easily NC-17
Notes: For ffxiii_kink . The prompt was [SnowxFangxLightningxSazhxVanillexHope. (in no particular order) "What the hell happened last night?" ] Also, first fic ever!
Part I
Lightning slowly walked down the steps outside Fang and Vanille's home. She then scanned the area for oncoming monsters. Satisfied that there was no threat, she puts both hands on her hips and looked up towards the sky. "Serah..." the ex-soldier whispered, and she looked back down, focusing instead on the tips of her boots. Last night, she had lost control.
Feeling exhausted from fighting almost non-stop the past few days, her body is screaming for rest. She walked up the stairs and was lured by the bunks in one room. Before she can take one more step, a hand was on her shoulder.
"Where are ya going?" Lightning stiffened and turned around, putting a little distance between them. It was Fang, and she was holding...alcohol? Well, she thought it was alcohol, and she's suspicious now. Judging by the color, it looks like...absinthe.
"What are you holding?" The pink haired woman made the slightest of nods towards the shot glass.
"Something to celebrate. Cheers, now drink up," was all Fang said as she outstretched her hand with the unidentifible liquid towards Lightning.
"...No."
"What's that?"
"I don't drink."
The spear wielder lets out a huff and stares at her. She stared right back. "One wouldn't hurt, ya know. You don't have to be on duty tonight."
"What are we celebrating for?"
"Mhm?"
"You said we're celebrating. What's the occasion?" At this point Lightning is looking towards a way out of this conversation.
"How about you relax for once? That's a cause for celebrating," Fang quips, and now the shot glass is right under Lightning's lips, as if daring her not to take a sip. Weird, she thought, the alcohol has a very heady odor to it. Still, she doesn't back down from a challenge.
The ex-soldier grabs the shot glass and downs the liquid in one go. "What is this," she asked, while her throat feels like it's burning. Exhaling a breath, she can feel the fire and odor at the same time and her head starts buzzing.
Fang only smiled. "It's a special brew on Oerba, you might say. I think it aged far, so it's potent."
Amidst the growing fog in her mind, Lightning, like her name, noticed what the Pulsian woman said. "It's not..just alcohol, is it?" Her eyes narrow, and a hiss comes out, hand tracing the hilt of Blazefire Saber.
Fang whispered in her ear--wait, when did she come so close? and Lightning can just feel the smirk dripping off the face. "Just relax. I'll take over from here." She takes her hands off the gunblade.
It started with a kiss. As soon as Fang's lips were over hers, Lightning made a move to push her away, but in vain, as Fang wrapped her arm around her back, and her hand still had the shot glass. This is not what she wanted...right? Then why is her hip shifting towards hers? Fang bit on the bottom lip, and sucked it a little, while wrapping her other arm over her thigh, lifting it as a signal for Lightning to wrap her legs around her. So she did.
"Just what the fuck did she give me?" Lightning frowned, and tried to recall what happened.
There was a noise coming from the other room. Fang is unbuttoning her jacket...well, it's on the floor now with her cape and shoulder insignia, but Lightning doesn't care. She turns her head towards the noise...what's going on? And Fang's fingers are in her hair, and forces her lips on her again. She gives in and all of a sudden her back is leaning against the wall.
"No. Stop," a voice cried out. Wait...was that Hope's voice? She turned her attention again to the noise, and her heart stopped when she heard Snow in there as well. Were they...?
"Ah!" Lightning managed to cry out, as Fang cupped her breast, swirling her fingers over her nipple and started to unzip her top, revealing two pale globes. Her l'cie brand over the left breast, with black arrows sticking out. But there was no red eye...yet. Still got time.
She felt an ache...down there, and she bucks against Fang. Why is this happening? She didn't have much time to think as Fang's fingers traveled down, under her skirt, and started stroking her lips before finding her clit through the material. Lightning shuddered, it's been a while. She couldn't summon the strength to resist any longer. The strange liquid must have sapped whatever's left of her energy. She was burning, feverish, as Fang sucked her breast, pinning her hands above her head, and grinding her hips against her. And she wanted more. Needed more.
Fang pulls her away from the wall, and puts her on the couch, taking her belt off, followed by her skirt and boy shorts underneath. It was wet. Spreading her legs, she felt Fang's finger explore her, and then another. Lightning stifled a moan as the digits slipped in and out, until something hot was toying with her clit. Of course, it had to be her tongue. She's still tense, trying to get rid of it. And then everything was black.
Characters/Pairing: OT6 (Sazh/Lightning/Vanille/Fang/Snow/Hope)
Warnings: Gratuitous smut, drunkeness
Rating: Easily NC-17
Notes: For ffxiii_kink . The prompt was [SnowxFangxLightningxSazhxVanillexHope. (in no particular order) "What the hell happened last night?" ] Also, first fic ever!
Part I
Lightning slowly walked down the steps outside Fang and Vanille's home. She then scanned the area for oncoming monsters. Satisfied that there was no threat, she puts both hands on her hips and looked up towards the sky. "Serah..." the ex-soldier whispered, and she looked back down, focusing instead on the tips of her boots. Last night, she had lost control.
Feeling exhausted from fighting almost non-stop the past few days, her body is screaming for rest. She walked up the stairs and was lured by the bunks in one room. Before she can take one more step, a hand was on her shoulder.
"Where are ya going?" Lightning stiffened and turned around, putting a little distance between them. It was Fang, and she was holding...alcohol? Well, she thought it was alcohol, and she's suspicious now. Judging by the color, it looks like...absinthe.
"What are you holding?" The pink haired woman made the slightest of nods towards the shot glass.
"Something to celebrate. Cheers, now drink up," was all Fang said as she outstretched her hand with the unidentifible liquid towards Lightning.
"...No."
"What's that?"
"I don't drink."
The spear wielder lets out a huff and stares at her. She stared right back. "One wouldn't hurt, ya know. You don't have to be on duty tonight."
"What are we celebrating for?"
"Mhm?"
"You said we're celebrating. What's the occasion?" At this point Lightning is looking towards a way out of this conversation.
"How about you relax for once? That's a cause for celebrating," Fang quips, and now the shot glass is right under Lightning's lips, as if daring her not to take a sip. Weird, she thought, the alcohol has a very heady odor to it. Still, she doesn't back down from a challenge.
The ex-soldier grabs the shot glass and downs the liquid in one go. "What is this," she asked, while her throat feels like it's burning. Exhaling a breath, she can feel the fire and odor at the same time and her head starts buzzing.
Fang only smiled. "It's a special brew on Oerba, you might say. I think it aged far, so it's potent."
Amidst the growing fog in her mind, Lightning, like her name, noticed what the Pulsian woman said. "It's not..just alcohol, is it?" Her eyes narrow, and a hiss comes out, hand tracing the hilt of Blazefire Saber.
Fang whispered in her ear--wait, when did she come so close? and Lightning can just feel the smirk dripping off the face. "Just relax. I'll take over from here." She takes her hands off the gunblade.
It started with a kiss. As soon as Fang's lips were over hers, Lightning made a move to push her away, but in vain, as Fang wrapped her arm around her back, and her hand still had the shot glass. This is not what she wanted...right? Then why is her hip shifting towards hers? Fang bit on the bottom lip, and sucked it a little, while wrapping her other arm over her thigh, lifting it as a signal for Lightning to wrap her legs around her. So she did.
"Just what the fuck did she give me?" Lightning frowned, and tried to recall what happened.
There was a noise coming from the other room. Fang is unbuttoning her jacket...well, it's on the floor now with her cape and shoulder insignia, but Lightning doesn't care. She turns her head towards the noise...what's going on? And Fang's fingers are in her hair, and forces her lips on her again. She gives in and all of a sudden her back is leaning against the wall.
"No. Stop," a voice cried out. Wait...was that Hope's voice? She turned her attention again to the noise, and her heart stopped when she heard Snow in there as well. Were they...?
"Ah!" Lightning managed to cry out, as Fang cupped her breast, swirling her fingers over her nipple and started to unzip her top, revealing two pale globes. Her l'cie brand over the left breast, with black arrows sticking out. But there was no red eye...yet. Still got time.
She felt an ache...down there, and she bucks against Fang. Why is this happening? She didn't have much time to think as Fang's fingers traveled down, under her skirt, and started stroking her lips before finding her clit through the material. Lightning shuddered, it's been a while. She couldn't summon the strength to resist any longer. The strange liquid must have sapped whatever's left of her energy. She was burning, feverish, as Fang sucked her breast, pinning her hands above her head, and grinding her hips against her. And she wanted more. Needed more.
Fang pulls her away from the wall, and puts her on the couch, taking her belt off, followed by her skirt and boy shorts underneath. It was wet. Spreading her legs, she felt Fang's finger explore her, and then another. Lightning stifled a moan as the digits slipped in and out, until something hot was toying with her clit. Of course, it had to be her tongue. She's still tense, trying to get rid of it. And then everything was black.