A/N: Warning: This is a fluffy/sweet/funny FLight. There will be some 'scenes' later on but until then, their relationship is going to develop with wonderful fluff and all that jazz. If you don't like it, press your little back button now.
Lightning Farron, the now promoted Lieutenant in the Guardian Corps, one of the heroines of Cocoon, and former l'Cie...
Was cowering underneath her bed.
Few things on either world could make the warrior made of steel shiver in fear or trepidation. Unfortunately, there was one thing that did cause this. Serah, as all little sisters do, loved to play with Lightning when she was younger. And the one thing she loved best was playing with her hair. See, there was a reason Lightning wore her asymmetrical hair the way she did. It was an act of rebellion, of showing Serah, 'It's my hairstyle, back the hell off' kind of thing. She did not like it when Serah took it upon herself to try and fix, what she called, her 'hair complex'.
It didn't help when each l'Cie member threw in their input as well; Sazh throwing his hands up and muttering about her 'soldier complex'. Snow rolling his eyes, lacing his fingers together behind his head and saying she had a 'sister complex'. Vanille twirling one of her redhead curls and remarking that she had a 'social complex'… and of course Fang, with her 'superhero cape complex'. Hope, even though he was the youngest, wisely kept his mouth shut.
But anyway, Lightning was now shivering underneath the bed. She heard her little sister call out her name, her footsteps trudging across the carpeted floor. She tensed as she passed her bedroom, nudging the door open, and glancing around. Serah walked in, hands on hips, eyes flashing to the bathroom, closet, window, and finally the bed. She grinned an extremely evil grin for one that was the 'damsel in distress' type. Just as she was about to fling herself on the ground and scare the living crap out of Lightning, the doorbell rang.
The little Farron huffed, calling out to Lightning, "I will find you and we will fix your hair." With that, she spun on her heel, singing 'One Way or Another' and chuckling madly.
Lightning's adrenaline spiked as she heard the creepy, scary song coming from her baby sister. Happy place, happy place, happy place...
Her ears figuratively perked up as she heard two other voices coming from the living room. "Hey, Serah!" A peppy voice cried.
"Hi, Vanille!" Serah squealed just as delighted.
"What, no hi for me too?" A beautifully accented voice sounded. Lightning went completely still.
"Fang! How long has it been?" Serah was thoroughly ecstatic that the two Pulsians were visiting, from what Lightning could hear.
A smooth chuckle was heard, causing Light to shiver for an entirely different reason. "A whole week, little Farron." There was a pause. "Where's Sunshine?"
Lightning could practically see the pathetic pout on her little sister's face. "Hiding from me."
"Why?" She heard chairs being scraped across the hardwood floor downstairs as Vanille asked the question.
"Claire," She stressed her name. "does not like it when I want to do her hair."
"What were you going to do to it?" Vanille asked.
"Straighten it."
A loud gasp was heard from the redhead. "Fang!" She spun around to face her adopted sister. "You gotta find Light!"
"Why?"
"Because I want to see her hair straightened! And you were a hunter."
"Hey! I still am a hunter. What do I get out of this?"
There was silence for a moment.
"A date with Claire?"
Lightning's jaw made friends with the floor. Please tell me you're joking, Lightning thought.
"Hmmm..." Lightning could visualize Fang's eyelids lowering slightly, fingers tapping on the glass table. "Interesting. Is your sister even gay, Serah?"
Serah laughed. "I'll make her go." Like hell!
"You can't even-" Serah's glare must've been present then, because Fang shut up real quick. "Okay, okay. Easy, tiger, I'm going."
One chair scrapped across the ground as Fang got up. "Where did you last see her?"
"Upstairs."
Oh no... Lightning accidentally let out a small peep when she heard the Pulsian's light footsteps.
Fang, since she didn't do the word walking justice, sauntered through the hallway. She paused as she heard Lightning's gasp, tilting her head to the side slightly. Jade eyes glanced at the two doors on either side of her. One was closed, the other open slightly. Poking her head in the room with the open door, she saw the Spartan decoration, and military neatness that all but screamed that this was Lieutenant Farron's room.
The tall woman crossed her arms, pushing the door open with her foot and walking in. Grr... walks in like she owns the place. Lightning thought angrily as she watched he older woman come in. Fang peered at all, or technically, at the few things that Lightning kept.
There were three photos total. One was of Lightning and Serah, with the younger Farron smiling happily and a neutral Lightning facing away from the camera, much like her photo with Vanille. Another held all of the l'Cie group and their friends, which Lightning considered family, even if some of them annoyed the living hell out of her. And lastly was a photo of her parents. Fang picked the picture up from the table it was rested on. Lightning's father had light blond hair, much like Snow, but instead of his ice blue eyes, they were dark blue, exactly the same hue as a stormy ocean. He seemed very reserved, calm. On the other hand, Lightning's mother was full of energy. She had bright red hair, a slightly darker shade than Vanille's – although, one of her eyes were blue and the other a light brown. And unlike her father, her mother was laughing the photo, wrinkles forming around her eyes, and small dimples poking out in her cheeks. Fang was amazed at how Lightning resembled her mother.
"You look exactly like your mother, Sunshine." She spoke, not knowing that Lightning was a few feet away from her. "But you act exactly like your dad." Fang set the photo back down gently. Setting her hands on her hips, she grinned like a Cheshire cat, "Ooooooh, Sunshiiiiiiine? Come out, come out, wherever you are." Fang sang. She placed one hand on the doorknob of the closet. Holding her breath, she yanked the door open, eyes flicking to each of the four corners of the small closet. She pouted a little when she saw that the soldier wasn't there. Fang snorted as she noticed the neatness of the room. "You know, Sunshine, you really need to get laid or go on a date."
Lightning shivered. Ready and willing... Wait? What? What the hell? Stop it! She slapped herself, before realizing how stupid that was. Fang eyes stared at nothing as she concentrated on the sound. Muffled, like she has a barrier between me and her... low, she thought closing the closet door, eyes squeezed shut as she concentrated ...like she's lying on the ground. One eye opened, resting on the bed. Aha! Found ya!
Fang nonchalantly walked over to the side of the bed, spreading out her arms and landing heavily on the king sized mattress. "Y'know what Sunshine? Your bed is really, really, absolutely, devilishly comfy."
Lightning glared up at the woman on her bed.
"But you know what would be even better?" Lightning tensed again.
Fang suddenly sprang from the mattress and scrambled under it, grabbing a shocked Lightning. "If you joined me." Fang finished, planting a roguish peck on her lips. The soldier immediately flushed, and snarling, tackled Fang as best she could under the circumstances. Fang grunted as she threw her body at her, rolling over and over until they were out from under the bed. The two struggled against each other, twisting and grabbing, trying to gain the upper hand.
Lightning shoved Fang off, pinning her arms above her head and straddling her stomach. "Oh? Commander Farron in bed, yeah?" Fang wiggled her hips suggestively. Lightning blushed again, her coloring matching her hair.
Fang chuckled, bucking Lightning off of her and catching her by surprise. She yelped as the Pulsian straddled her waist, pinning her arms above her head. She cocked her head to the side, grinning mischievously. "Tide Turner? Just like the good ol' days, eh?"
The soldier growled, trying to buck off Fang like she did to her. All she did was bounce a bit. "Hey watch it now. I might like that." Fang's nose crinkled she was grinning so much.
"Will you shut up?" Lightning hissed, angrily. She squirmed against Fang's restraints.
"You know you like it." Fang smiled.
Lightning let her gaze turn cold, fixing her with a hard stare. "No. I. Do. Not." She bucked again.
The stronger woman sighed. "Hey, Serah! Vanille!" She called out.
Lightning's eyes went wide. "Don't you dare."
"Or what?"
"I will fuck you up in ways you will regret."
"But I like it rough, Sunshine." Fang murmured, leaning down to hover a few inches over her prey.
"Enough with the nickname!" Lightning growled.
"Did you find her ye-" Serah stopped, mouth agape as she saw the two women tangled together.
Fang gave her a good-natured grin. "Do I get that date?"
Vanille smirked. "Don't think you need one at this point."
Lightning gaped at Vanille. "Since when did you turn over to the dark side?"
The redhead blinked. "I'm her sister... and a redhead." She winked.
The older Farron groaned, thumping her head back on the ground in frustration.
Serah and Vanille chatted as they hovered over a distressed Lightning, sitting in a black salon chair in the middle of the Farron's huge bathroom. Fang was leaning against the counter, watching the two girls as they beautified the already gorgeous soldier. Fang's lips quirked upwards as Lightning glared moodily at herself in the mirror. "Cheer up, Sunshine." Lightning threw her a dark look. "Besides, you need to look your best for our date, yeah?"
Lightning's lips curled up into a snarl and was about to retort with a threatening remark, but was cut off as Serah pulled rather roughly on her hair. "Behave" Serah mouthed at her, glaring slightly. Lightning sighed. This is too much...
Vanille hummed as she worked, brushing Light's hair, leaving a sort of path for Serah to follow with the straightener. Wow, Lightning's hair is so soft... Vanille marveled, petting the light pink strands. And it smells SOOOOOO good! Vanille squealed out happily, "And after your date and you have been dating for a while, you two are going to fall in love, and then you're going to get married, and hey! Maybe you'll even get kids somehow! Adopt or you know, I hear you could do some magic spell to get yourself pregnant." Vanille gasped. "Could I be the godmother? Please I'll make you a pie! PLEASE PLE-"
"Vanille!" All three of the women barked at the girl. While the Farron sisters were turned to glare at the strange girl, Fang facepalmed, giving Vanille an exasperated glare.
"Eh heh... sorry. Got carried away..." Vanille giggled nervously. "Anyways... how are you and Snow doing, Serah?"
The little Farron eyes clouded up. "We broke up awhile ago..." She murmured, turning her attention back on Lightning. She reached over, grasping the front of Lightning's spiky bangs, meeting her sister's eyes momentarily. Lightning looked concerned for her, so she smiled a little bit, reassuring her. Lightning lowered her head slightly, a sign that she understood.
Fang had watched the entire thing. Slightly amused, she asked Serah. "Don't let the squirt get in your business if you don't want her too. She gets nosey after awhile." Fang arched one eyebrow at her giggling little sister.
"No, it's okay." Serah smiled at Fang briefly, grateful. "Buuuuuuut now we are done!" She grinned at her sister in the mirror.
Lightning turned her head from side to side, admiring the hair. "You like it." Vanille and Serah chorused. Lightning rolled her eyes. "Yooooooooou like it!" The older Farron's mouth twitched. "Yooooouuuuuuu liiiiiike it!" Lightning smiled, causing the younger girls to squeal in delight and jump on her.
"Gerroff me." Lightning said, half-heartedly. I'm becoming such a softie... Her eyes flicked over to Fang, awaiting some sarcastic remark that was inevitably coming. None came; Fang was just watching, a warm smile on her face. Lightning blushed as she saw the smile; it was different from the usual cocky grins she received from the Pulsian.
"Alright, alright, enough with crushing Sunshine." Fang pulled Vanille off. "Why don't we go get some dinner or something?"
"And ice cream?" Each of the younger sister's eyes went wide.
"Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on." Fang shooed them out of the bathroom. She went to follow them but stopped for a moment. She ran her hands through her hair nervously. Clearing her throat she said, "You look really pretty with your hair like that."
Lightning's shocked eyes met the hunter's. "Erm... T-thank you."
Fang waved it off. "Yeah, no problem. Uh... You know if you didn't want to go on that date, I understand. I mean I was just-"
"It's fine, Fang. I'll go."
The taller woman blinked. "Say what?"
Lightning sighed, leaning back and rubbing the arms of the chair. "I said I'll go. Might be fun." She shrugged.
"Oh... Oh! Okay!" Fang smothered the apparent excitement in her voice. "I mean it'll be fun of course, I'll be there." The cocky smirk was back in place.
Lightning smiled, getting up from the chair and making her way downstairs. "Don't try anything!" She called out as she descended the stairs.
Fang grinned ear to ear. "Me? Try something with you? 'Course not, Sunshine."
A/N: Reviews please :)