A/N: This story takes place after the events of the game. Due to the mature subject matter, viewer discretion is advised.

Chapter One

Claire 'Lightning' Farron sat down on the couch in a huff. She had a long day at work, not to mention the uncomfortable experiences she's been having as of late. It has been two years since the human exodus from Cocoon to Gran Pulse. The wandering remnants of the once advanced society made their way into the wilderness where they used their technology in order to rebuild a new civilization. The speedy progression was due to inhabiting Pulse ruins. New Bodhum was one of the finished cities and Lightning's current place of residence. Because most of Gran Pulse was still untamed, both PSICOM and the Guardian Corps were needed full-time to fight off the dangers that surrounded them. Lightning reenlisted with the Guardian Corps, retaining her rank of sergeant. The rest of the party decided to stay in New Bodhum as well, taking up a variety of jobs. Sazh began working as a pilot again, escorting civilians back and forth between the newly rebuilt cities. Snow was working as a construction worker, making enough to support his newlywed wife (and her sister), Serah. Fang and Vanille, who were both crystallized after the battle with Orphan, came out of their crystallized sleep and was now living among them once more. Then there was Hope.

Hope, Lightning thought to herself as she sighed.

The silver-haired boy decided to stay with her instead of going back to his father. While he hasn't forgotten about his mother, he decided that the people he met that fateful day during the Purge was his new family now, and he treated them as such. Not one to get in the way of destiny, Lightning agreed to be his guardian, and support him while he finished school. Despite the disorganization of the newly instated school system and Hope's previous traumas, he was a straight-A student. He was on the track team, and due to the leftover power of the L'Cie, he was faster than most of his teammates. Lightning was proud of the boy's progress, which made her current dilemma that much more difficult.

Lightning stared down at her white blouse, gritting her teeth at the stains in the chest area. She was lactating, and there was nothing she could do about it, at least, not at the moment.

This problem began a couple of months ago, while she was on duty. Nobody paid much attention, for they were more concerned with the possibility of invading creatures. After a week of doing nothing, she went to see a doctor who claimed there was nothing wrong with her. Since she wasn't pregnant (thank heavens), there was no explanation to as why this was going on. This prompted Lightning into seeing the military psychologist. During the first visit, Lightning was too shy to go into details about her situation. She would beat around the bush, discussing about her other issues concerning her emotional state. Some of these were tied to the events of two years prior, while others lingered in the immediate present. By the third visit, she realized that all these issues had one thing in common: Hope. Realizing this, the psychologist suggested that the state of Lightning's maternal-related condition could be due to her over-protectiveness of the 16 year old.

Lightning dismissed the notion, calling it ludicrous, but one day she leaned towards the possibility even more. Ever since they became L'Cie, Lightning devoted her entire being to that boy. She protected him, trained him, taught him, and cared for him almost as much as she did for Serah. These days she couldn't imagine a world without Hope, and was almost driven to tears when she thought he would move back in with his father. She watched him grow from a defenseless little sweetheart to a young man who could stand tall on his own. He was the center of their 'party', the essence of the group that saved the world from Orphan. She loved him with every fiber of her being...but therein lies the problem...

How did she love him?

Where there were times where her motherly nature would intervene in certain situations, there were others where his post-puberty presence would leave her hot and bothered. She figured that the age gap would nullify this dilemma, but apparently it hasn't. Hope was no longer the sweet little boy, but a young male on the cusp of adulthood. He had the figure and the mindset to prove it, which she both admired and dreaded for obvious reasons. This all actually began when she Hope in a towel for the first time a couple of months ago. He walked out of the bathroom to grab his clothes, and she just happened to be in the hallway at the time. The first thing she noticed was how tight the towel was on him, and the bulge that was created because of this tightness. Hope caught her biting her lip at him, while her mind traveled to forbidden worlds of desire. His voice sent her back to reality, where she stared at him sheepishly and ran into her room.

The moment was never brought up.

Lightning was relieved that Hope was oblivious to as why she was suddenly acting weird around him. As his guardian it was up to her to deal with the inner turmoil that dwell within. When he was around, either she was wet up there or wet down there. This duality was tearing her apart from the inside out. She tried throwing her lustful energy at other men, but each left her unsatisfied. There were only two times where she was able to climax in life: before her parents' death, and when Hope drifted into her thoughts when she was 'alone'. This scared her, for this was wrong on every level. If she kept this up, she was going to confuse the poor boy and possibly destroy his innocence in the process. Then again, even if the lust for Hope went away, she still had that 'parental' issue. Was she that attached to Hope, that it made her biological actions go out of whack? Could anyone be that into someone that wasn't obsessive? Was she in fact obsessed with Hope?

Lightning sighed as she stared at a picture of her and Hope on the wall. It was taken on the first day they moved in her and it was the only one they ever took together. Maybe she didn't have any other choices. Either she was going to be his lover or his guardian. Maybe he should move in with Snow and Serah until she dealt with this issue once and for all? So many questions...so many...

Lightning opted for sleep before she drove herself crazy.

After track practice, Hope headed straight home instead of hanging out with his friends. He was tired, and he promised Light that he would cook dinner tonight. He was excited at the idea of trying out a new recipe. Light found some rare ingredients while on recon the other day and Fang said they were used for a variety of dishes. Fang and Vanille...it was great having the gang back together again. Hope has never felt so happy in his life, except for when he was around his mother. He knew she was somewhere out there, proud of her son living his life the way he intended. He was around people who truly cared about him...especially Lightning. For a woman who used to be so cold, Light became one of the most caring women he's ever met. She's done everything for him...he would never be who he was now without her. Sazh once told him when a man's mother passed on; another woman would come into his life to help him complete his journey of manhood. For Sazh it was his dear late wife. For Snow, it was Serah. For Hope it was most definitely Lightning. He was close with Vanille also, but she was like the sister he never had.

Lightning...was well a big sister? In some ways yes, but she also took care of him like a mother. Then again, there was something else to the equation, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Actually, he could, but he didn't want to take it there. If he indeed thought of Lightning as a mother or sister, then these random 'thoughts' about her wouldn't be occurring every so often, especially when he was in the 'discovery' stage of his puberty. The things she's done for him, the way she means to him were the exact thing that Snow said about Serah, which freaked him out. Lightning sacrificed so much to make him happy. He's never seen her go out on a date, or even socialize with other men. He sometimes would watch her at night, sitting on the sofa, alone with her thoughts. It was intruding on her privacy, but he couldn't help but watch what she did with those thoughts of hers, the tired look on her face, the soft sighs and moans that echoed the living room. It was never too loud, or too soft for his ears to pick up. This was not Lightning, but Claire Farron living out her wants and needs that her other half couldn't provide for her.

Deep down inside, Hope wanted to be that thing she needed. He wanted to do well in school and go to college (whenever the university will be finished being built). He wanted to get a good job and help the progression of his people while he supported Light. He wanted her to stop working that dangerous job of hers...the job that reminded her of the Lightning she used to be. He would never forget the revelation she had at Palumpolum. That's the Lightning he fell in love with...the one who finally realized the things she wanted to finally fight for.

He was one of those things. She too would be the thing he would fight for. The only thing that held him back from telling her this was the fear of rejection. He knew Lightning would think of this as a foolish boy's fantasy and tell him as such. The only way he could make her realize this was meant to be is to prove his worth to her. Not just as someone she could love, but someone she could depend on, someone who didn't want Lightning, but Claire Farron. The loving and sweet Claire Farron she was before her childhood was taken from her. In order for this to work, he had to be the Hope Estheim that evolved after everything was taken away from him, the Hope that was the rock of their party, the hero that Snow always talked about being.

Hope laughed as these things came to mind. At this rate, his imagination was going to get him into a lot of trouble. Then again, it never hurt to try...

After dinner, Lightning watched some television (there was only a couple of channels active at the time), and took a shower while Hope cleaned up the kitchen. That was one of the things she liked about him: she never had to get in his butt about his cleaning habits. After her shower, she decided to try on the nightwear that Serah bought for her on her 23rd birthday. Staring into the mirror, she observed herself while she put on the leopard printed panties (damn that woman) and bra (damn her even more) that accompanied a robe with the same design. When Lightning tried putting on the bra, she found that it could barely fit. That was odd, Serah knew her bra size like the back of her hand (she teased her enough about it, usually in fits of jealousy. Apparently, she caught Snow's eyes lingering for too long one day). After careful observation, Lightning knew what the problem was: due to her 'situation', her breasts were swelled to maximum.

"Tch," she said to herself, while glaring in the mirror. This situation was definitely getting out of hand. She was going to have to-

Light?"

Lightning was almost too embarrassed to turn her head, and see Hope standing in the bathroom doorway. Her mouth opened, but no words came out as she tried to cover herself, but her bra left her hands before she could do anything. Hope, who was rubbing his eyes, looked too tired to know whether this was a dream or reality. The boy probably went to sleep after cleaning up. Lightning looked like a deer in headlights, her body to frozen to completely cover her breasts. Due to her trying to squeeze her chest together in order to fit the bra, traces of milk were left, still wet from exertion. Her face as red as an apple, Light turned away to avoid making eye contact.

Do something woman! She yelled inward, but to no avail, no action was made.

Before she knew it, Lightning was up against the wall, with Hope's hands binding her own. She wanted to yell at him to get off, but what she saw left her in shock. Despite his messy hair covering his blue-green eyes, she could see just how his look made her transfixed. He seemed to be in a daze, as if a hundred things were going on in his head. Lightning had the strength to push him off, but something inside made her hesitate. She felt her body grow hot, her nipples beginning to harden from his body pressing against hers.

She wasn't prepared for what would happen next.

Hope's mouth began to relentlessly attack her breasts. Kissing...biting...sucking. Hope was in another world, one that obviously involved doing things that most boys his age wanted to do. But somehow, this was different. Lightning began to gasp, holding back the moans that fought to escape from her mouth. She tried to break free from his grasp, but she was too enthralled to do so. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as her body gave way, the two of them sliding down against the wall. Lightning's legs automatically gave Hope access to what laid in between.

Lightning knew this was wrong, but how could it feel so good if it was? She could barely think, only reacting to the instinct that forced her to make her pleasure audible. His rapid fire hands made Lightning grip his arm tightly as he did things to her in a way that no man ever had. For someone who was inexperienced, he seems to know how to bring her to complete and utter submission. In the midst of her tears, she saw the milk dripping along his mouth. She found the scene kind of comical, but she was too busy in the heat of passion to think of any jokes. The combination of his fingers and the pulling of his teeth is what finally brought Lightning's ecstasy crashing down like a tidal wave. With her body finally reaching the climax of climaxes, Lightning's world became dark as she could no longer keep herself awake.

Damn.

A/N: I really hope I didn't cross the line with this one! After some encouragement from my gf, I realized I just had to tell this story. For personal reasons, Hope has become one of my favorite characters in the franchise as well as Lightning (Cloud still remains number one ). I really hope anyone who read this enjoyed it. Despite the age difference and the morality of the situation, I wanted to convey that these were two people who really loved each other to the point where they can no longer hold it back. It's still wrong and obviously they have issues (at least in my ). Tune in for the next chapter where things really heat up!