Sleepy sunlight attempted to beam through cream-coloured curtains, illuminating two ivory, tangled bodies, strawberry-platinum hair topping both of their heads, one mop wilder and darker than the other. The same owner of this bedraggled crop of hair had extremely toned muscle and skin compared to the smaller form beside them, who was softer, more angelic than the warrior. Her stomach, unlike the larger form's, was smooth, with the faintest bump of non-toned skin, her flesh paler, with no scars.

"Hmnn." The larger body shifted closer to the smaller, a battle-worn hand resting against her partner's silky back, the other hand's fingertips brushing over the light-rose-pink hair which covered a small ear. A tiny mewl pushed from the younger female's throat, tucking closer to the protective body over hers.

"...Rrng." Silvery-blue eyes opened in disdain as the sun glared at her eyelids, platinum-strawberry locks sweeping over the deep pools of faded cobalt. Lifting the hand from the smaller body's back, the woken woman tugged at the curtains, trying to close the sliver of light beaming through, her bare body brushing against the smaller girl's.

"Claire... sleep." The paler female whined, coiling her arms 'round the warrior's waist and pressing her nose into the full bust of the elder, a gruff chuckle of affection vibrating the taller woman's neck.

Bringing her hand back down, Claire- better known as Lightning- brushed it across the top of the girl's head, sliding it across the silky hairs before resting it upon her back once again. "Yes, dear little Serah." She rumbled, voice thick with sleep. Though... when she woke, it was difficult for her to sleep again. She could always stay in bed with her dear sister, however. No way would she leave bed as usual.

Stroking up and down Serah's back, the older sister rested her lips against the young woman's forehead, humming lowly, content. No work this day... just a calm day to spend with her sister; maybe they would go to the beach today? Or perhaps call Vanille and Fang over for an evening visit? Maybe Sazh and his new wife and their son? She didn't know.

Breathing out slowly in relaxation, Lightning crooned down to Serah as the girl moaned sleepily, opening her eyes, sky-blue orbs bleary.

"...Claaaaaaaaire." She groaned, shuffling closer. "You need darker curtains..."

"Silly girl, this is your room we're sleeping in. I do have darker curtains."

"...No." Serah huffed, resting her forehead against her sister's collarbone. "It's still your fault I'm awake."

"And why is that?" The huskier, deeper voice asked, Lightning's eyebrows quirking up.

"Because."

"That tells me nothing." The soldier's fingers brushed close to the small of Serah's back, calloused skin sliding over feathery-soft flesh.

The younger sister stiffened immediately, a sharp grin winding up Lightning's lips.

"Don't you dare." Serah hissed, gripping the elder's biceps.

"Then tell me." Lightning responded, her fingertips repeating the previous gesture, Serah releasing a little growl from the back of her throat. "Aw, little kitten is upset."

"Claire!" Serah scolded, soon yelping as the older woman tickled her, air-light scratches sliding over the small of Serah's back.

"G-gh-!" The younger sibling was quickly howling with laughter, straining against her older sister who easily held the girl against her with one arm. "C-Cla-! Knock it off!" She laughed, more than likely against her will.

Once there were tears of mirth and frustration lining her sister's cheeks, Lightning relented, chuckling down at her. "You're just so cute, I couldn't resist." She spoke, wiping the tears away with the pad of her thumb, Serah glaring up at her.

"You bully me so much... sadist." She frowned, turning in her sibling's hold, her back against Lightning's front, naked skin pressing. The elder's brows quirked up once again, Serah huffing and crossing her arms, shoulders shifting to show the change of their position.

"I bully you because you're adorable." Lightning chimed, rising slightly to loom over her sister, planting one of her hands in front of the smaller, fragile woman. "But... Since you're all pouty... I suppose I can leave you alone." She teased, pressing her lips to Serah's smooth shoulder.

"You get off on picking on me, don't you?" Serah asked, turning her head to look up at Lightning whom was draped over her side, chin on her shoulder, a calm grin painting her pale lips.

"Mh... perhaps." The soldier drawled, acting like a lazy panther sprawled out on her favourite perch in the sun. "But you also get off when I pick on you." She rumbled, brushing her nose against Serah's ear.

"Because you know all the right places to tweak." Serah murmured, smiling faintly as her small hand found a spot over Lightning's larger one.

Lightning released a pleased purr, kissing behind Serah's ear and smoothing her captured hand over her sister's plush stomach. "Soft little sister." She cooed, her other arm wound around Serah, her hand resting on the hipbone of the younger woman.

"You know... people call you the Steel Bitch sometimes." Serah idly mentioned, a small huff of laughter releasing from her sister, the warm breath hitting her neck. "Even though you're a huge softy." She teased, reaching back and pinching her older sibling's side, feeling the elder's abdominal muscles twitch at her back.

"Only for you." Lightning mumbled behind her, hugging the petite girl close to her trained body.

"And Vanille."

"Ha! Hardly." The elder grumbled, resting her chin upon Serah's shoulder.

"Which is why you let her use your cape as a blanket, right?"

"...She told you about that?" Lightning questioned, slightly taken aback. That had happened a long time ago, back when they were stranded in the wilds of Gran Pulse.

Serah snickered, Lightning gazing at her suspiciously. "No, she never did tell me... but you just did."

Lightning's stare hardened as her sister laughed more, lifting a brow and tightening her hold on Serah. "Humm..." In a swift movement, she rolled over, pinning Serah down with her body.

"And just what are you doing?" Serah mumbled, her face pressed into a soft down pillow.

"Making you quiet." Lightning replied bluntly, murmuring into her ear. "And making myself comfortable."

"Do I look like a mattress to you?"

"Mm-" Lightning's grin vanished as Serah's ringtone filled the room, rolling off of her sister and snatching it from the night table. "For you." She droned, pulling the sheets back over them both to the chest.

Her sister always acted cold when someone interrupted them, be it by phone or other means. Of course, most people didn't know of their more-than-just-sisterly-relationship, only the closest of friends. Even then, they didn't flaunt it- who would want to?

"Thank you, Claire." Serah awkwardly cleared her throat, her older sibling now lying on her back, a few inches too far away from her. She liked the feeling of her sister's taut skin against her, it felt so natural... Snapping back to reality as the phone chimed again, she snapped the phone open, wincing as an over-enthusiastic shout blared into her ear. "...Hello, Snow."

Lightning's brow instantly wrinkled in distaste, rolling onto her side and leaning up onto her elbow, resting her temple to her palm, watching her sister, who was laying on her back, the phone to her ear.

"...No- what? Sorry, I can't- Snow Villiers, let me finish a sentence!" Serah scowled, a cute scrunch at the bridge of her nose. The elder sibling released an amused rumble; Serah acted quite a bit like her, though... her flavour was much more watered down.

Playing with a pink curl of hair, Lightning watched her sister with soft silvery-blues, frowning when she frowned, chuckling when she shouted at the man on the other end of the phone. Her baby sister... she had become such a beautiful young woman, an intelligent and caring person who put others before herself... it made the soldier's chest tighten momentarily.

Their parents would've been proud.

Swallowing down the persistent lump in her throat, Lightning coughed, gaining Serah's attention for a vague moment before she was dragged back into the conversation with her self-proclaimed fiancé.

"Snow, I really can't go out today." Listening to the questioning whine, Serah sighed, using her other hand to lightly grip Lightning's wrist, pulling it close to the left side of her chest. "I have plans with someone else."

This made the icy woman smile gently, silently moving closer and tracing her fingers over Serah's left collarbone slowly, tucking the girl's head beneath her chin.

"No, there is no other man!" Serah half-screeched, her shoulders stiff, agitated. "Can't I have some time to spend with my friends? ... Just because we have a few similar friends does not mean I'm going to the NORA headquarters! I have more friends, you do know!"

"Serah, your muscles are stiff." Lightning spoke lowly, making sure her voice was too low for the phone, tracing her initials onto Serah's chest, just above the area of her heart. The younger sister breathed out slowly, her sibling kissing her temple quietly.

"Yes, you heard me, I'm not-... No! Don't come pick me up!" Serah groaned, the other line going back to the dull drone of the dial-tone. "Why can't he take a hint?" She cried, frustrated.

"He's always gotten what he wants, especially with being the leader of a large group." Lightning soothed, sliding the hand on Serah's chest down to her stomach, caressing the ivory flesh. "Not only that, but he's the size of a damned Behemoth." The solider muttered, pulling her little sister closer, kissing the bridge of her nose.

"Well, you know what they say about tall men..."

"Serah." Lightning growled, her younger sister looking up at her innocently, grinning at her glaring sibling. "You're asking for it, little Missy."

"Maybe I am." Serah replied smugly, rolling away and off of the bed before the solider could snag her again. "But we're going to have my... boyfriend... over here in a couple of minutes. We need to get dressed and get rid of our sex-hair."

"Aw, but you like me when I'm dishevelled." Lightning pouted at her, leaning up on her elbows, the sheets just barely covering the apex of her thighs, a light smirk taking over the pout.

Serah stared at her well-toned sister, her eyes raking from her tousled platinum-strawberry locks to her lean stomach, Lightning's abs rippling faintly- purposely. The younger woman's neck and ears heated up, the sunlight beaming off of the warrior's broad, pale shoulders.

"See? Look at you. All flustered." Lightning roused over, but got up from bed anyways, her faintly scarred back becoming exposed to her little sister as she wandered to the door. "...Some of these are fresh." She husked back to Serah, a hand on the door frame, her other on the knob of the door. With that, she lazily strode out of the room, the younger woman merely gawking.