AN: Hey guys! Some things I'd like to say beforehand:

As you probably read in the summary, this story marks the start of a Fanille one-shot collection. One-shots might differ in length, so there'll be short ones like this first piece but also longer ones. It is rated M because, naturally, M-rated stories will be in the series. But not only. There are also one-shots rated lower (such as the one below). Please also note that since not everyone wants to read these things, there will be clear warnings before stories that contain things like lemons or are very depressing and so on ... you know what I mean :)

And now... I don't want to annoy you any longer :P Have fun!

Keep Me Warm

Vanille pressed her arms tightly against her front in an attempt to hug and warm herself. She continued to watch the series on TV, but even though it was entertaining, she found herself distracted again by the unpleasant situation that wouldn't let her relax.

She rubbed over her arms, feeling the cold radiating off them. Was it really that cold tonight? ... Either way, she needed to get warmed up. The girl gazed briefly over to Fang, who sat almost beside her on the couch, absorbed in reading a book. Her girlfriend didn't seem to notice the redhead's little problem, and so Vanille shifted and sat herself directly beside her, their hips almost touching.

But Fang only looked up briefly and smiled at her before going back to reading her book. The girl bit her lip. Sometimes she really doesn't get it! "Faaaang," she nudged the brunette's arm, and as always felt an almost immense heat radiating off the tanned skin.

Fang reacted then, placing her book on her lap. "What's up, sweetie?" she smiled again, although feeling the tiniest bit annoyed Vanille had interrupted her just as she'd reached an exciting passage.

Vanille tried to scoot even closer if that were possible. "I'm cold," she complained, looking up at the brunette with obvious expectation in her widened emerald eyes.

Fang couldn't help but chuckle, sometimes Vanille was just so much the cute little girl she'd met back at the orphanage of Oerba. That childlike innocence, it was one of the many things she loved so much about her.

"Mh ... guess we'll have to do somethin' about that then, huh? ... Can't leave my girlfriend freezing now, can I?" she smirked, more so when Vanille nodded quickly. Finally, she got it.

Surprise got the better of her, though, when Fang put her book beside her and rose. "C'mon, love," she nodded to her right. Registering the still wondering look on Vanille's face, she added, "We don't have a fireplace for nothin', right?"

Oh, right. She'd almost forgotten they had one in their new house. Vanille nodded again, a sweet smile adorning her features as she hopped off the couch, quickly switched off the TV and followed Fang across the room to the fireplace. Vanille sat down on the carpet before it and met eyes with her girlfriend, who made no move to relax beside her.

"I'll be right back," the latter announced shortly and disappeared only to return quickly with a fluffy blanket, smiling when she saw the happy spark in the green eyes staring back at her. "And now ... we'll get ya warm for sure" Fang said while sitting down beside her, patting her lap with an arched eyebrow.

It was an invitation Vanille didn't have to be offered twice. Giggling softly, she sat sideward on Fang's lap, who then draped the blanket around them as well as possible before placing her hands on Vanille's waist and thighs to hold her in a secure grip.

Vanille sighed contentedly, resting a hand on Fang's on her thighs and leaning more towards her. She inhaled deeply as the characteristic smell that was Fang's entered her nose, making her feel even more protected and comfortable.

Fang stroked softly over the girl's back, watching the fire burn before them. With the TV off, a peaceful silence filled the room now, the only sound reaching their ears being the occasional crackle of the fire as it greedily devoured the wood. It was quite romantic, really, though Fang, for her part, would never openly admit that. Well, to anyone but Vanille. No one besides the girl knew the fearless Pulsian huntress was a big romantic softie inside.

As if reading her thoughts, Vanille spoke, her voice now soft and tender. "It's so romantic, isn't it?" she turned her head away from the fire for now, locking eyes with Fang.

"Yes, love. It is," Fang nodded, a soft smile forming on her lips as she tightened her hold on Vanille a bit and placed a kiss on her cheek. She pulled back again slowly and saw a bright, loving spark in the girl's eyes that made her heart jump. It reminded her of so so many wonderful moments they had spent with one another. Moments that had been filled with love, passion, and desire.

Dwelling on these memories, the huntress found herself leaning forward again, looking deeply into Vanille's eyes as she went for her cheek once more, but this time kissed her way down to her jaw. The redhead willingly turned her head with a pleasured sigh to give her better access, and Fang slowly kissed and licked her way from her jaw down to the smooth skin of her neck.

Vanille's eyes went shut at the skilled treatment. Fang had always been good at this, and she proved it once more tonight as she licked and kissed the very sensitive skin on her neck, sometimes venturing up to her ear even. And then she felt a sudden stronger sensation, making her eyes go open again in an instant as she realised her girlfriend had changed tactics, now bringing her teeth into it.

"Fang!" she started, voice breaking slightly as another soft yet passionate bite followed. "What are you doing?" At that, the ministrations stopped and the brunette pulled away from her neck to meet eyes.

"Warmin' ya up, darlin'," she said with a slightly husky voice now, an impish smirk on her lips.

Vanille was left momentarily speechless by the unexpected cheeky response, and when she tried to react, Fang beat her to it. "And I have a feelin' it worked."

This time, Vanille knew the perfect answer for this remark. Swiftly, she reached forward and playfully yet not too softly smacked a tanned arm. "Ouch! Hey, I was just sayin' the truth, yeah?" Fang complained, trying a pout that failed miserably and was quickly replaced by a smile.

But bigmouthed as she was, Fang just had to add something. "After all, you expected me to warm ya up ... that's what I did." It earned her another well-deserved smack to the shoulder, though this time, she anticipated it and caught the girl's wrist as she was about to pull back again.

Using Vanille's surprise to her advantage, she swiftly closed the distance between them and pressed her lips onto hers. It didn't take the redhead too long to react and return the kiss, and when she did, Fang let go off her hand again so she could place it on her upper back.

The kiss quickly grew more passionate until they had to break in need of air, both panting softly. "You're definitely warm now, can't convince me of anythin' else," Fang breathed, pressing her forehead against Vanille's.

This time, the girl reacted with a deep smile, and Fang's shoulder was left in peace. "Yep ... you did a really good job at this," she admitted with a firm nod. "I'm really warm now ... maybe a little too warm." A giggle followed, and Fang thought she also saw a light blush on her cheeks.

"Oh, we can do somethin' 'bout that too, ya know ... I'm down for anythin', as always," Fang responded with a suggestive tone to her voice while her eyes seemed to change colour, now showing an odd mix of love and a feral expression. Or better, it may have been odd if Vanille hadn't seen it so many times before; it was one of Fang's typical bedroom gazes.

After years of being together with Fang, Vanille still found she was occasionally shy to talk openly about things like that. Now was one of these moments again, and already she felt her face heat up with a fresh blush. Knowing no other way to voice her consent, she simply leaned forward and captured Fang's soft lips in a passionate kiss while snaking her hands tightly around her.

Smiling into the kiss, Fang pressed her tightly to her body too before rising slowly to carry her love bridal style, letting the blanket fall to the ground. Surely, Vanille wouldn't need it anymore now as warm, or better hot as she was.

AN: There you go, hope you liked it!

This story is based on a prompt from imagineyourotp at tumblr, the prompt was: "Imagine Person A of your OTP complaining about how cold they are. Person B suggests they curl up by the fire place with a big fluffy blanket. After a few moments of doing so, Person B begins to kiss Person A's neck and bite them a few times. After Person A gets flustered and asks what Person B is doing, Person B says they're warming Person A up. (Bonus if it leads to steamy sex.)"

I felt it screamed Fanille, and so I started writing. It's definitely one of my shorter stories thus far but I feel it didn't turn out too bad :) Either way - feel free to tell me how you think about it, reviews are always welcome. And about updates: They'll definitely come, it might just be irregular since it always depends on my (varying) uni workload.