Title: Bonding
Pairing: Farroncest (Lightning/Serah)
Rating: M for sisterly incest and some language
Words: 5,384
Song Inspiration: "Ecstasy" - Tinashe
Prompt Request: "Lightning may dominate Serah in bed, but sex-devious Serah is the one who really pulls the strings in their relationship. Orrrrr simply, Lightning can't resist Serah, and Serah ALWAYS gets what she wants from big sis."

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor am I making any profit from them. They belong to their right owners.

A/N: This story was written to fulfill a prompt on the FFXIII Kink Meme. It was originally supposed to be shorter but kind of evolved into this long two-shot. Oh well. I haven't written fanfiction in a very long time so I hope this isn't bad. Reviews and all that would be welcome. If I get enough of them, I'll know that people are interested in seeing part two whenever I finish it. Enjoy!

Cold. She flinched. What was that? She cracked her eyes open, wary of the sunlight that broke into the room. She scanned the night stand next to the bed. Navy walls. Her gunblade against the wall in the corner. Uniform lying haphazardly across the floor. Oh. It was her room. She barely even remembered getting home last night after work.

The yawn that escaped her morphed into a sigh. She made to stretch out an arm but recoiled upon feeling a painful tug. Had she ever been this sore? She'd have to remember to stretch later. Before she moved, she felt the cold again. She flinched once more. It took her a second to realize what it was. Fingers. Chilled fingers, right on the exposed skin of her back, between the tank top bunched around her waist and the shorts low on her hips. "Serah?"

She heard a chuckle from behind her. "Morning, Light. Did you sleep well?"

Her voice was a lazy, hoarse drawl when she spoke. "Mmmm…decently enough." She must have; her memory of getting into bed last night was hazy at best. She rolled over and faced her sister, aquamarine eyes meeting crystal blue.

"I figured. You passed out the second you hit the bed." Serah moved a strand of strawberry-blond hair from Lightning's face. "You looked so tired last night. I even had to help you out of your uniform." She paused, locking eyes with her older sister. "I wish you didn't work so hard."

"It's all for you, Serah." Lightning caressed her sister's cheek with the knuckles of her hand. "I'll work forever as long as I know you have whatever you want and need." It was the same response she gave every time Serah showed concern for her well-being. Regardless, it was true. Serah would be starting college soon so every bit of income was more than welcome. "Besides, it's not that I don't like the work. It's tiring at times, but it keeps me active."

The corner of Serah's mouth rose. "I noticed." She brushed fingertips over the outline of Lightning's abs. "You always were one to stick to physical activities."

"It's Guardian Corps. I have to stay in shape." Being in the military was not an easy job, even in a tranquil seaside city like Bodhum. Soldiers were required to stay in top form and prepared for any disaster.

Serah sat up on an elbow. "Aren't you sore though? You've been gone for almost two days straight and I'm sure you didn't get much rest."

"No, I didn't. I…am pretty sore. I'll be fine though."

"I hate when you're gone that long. I missed you. A lot."

"I'm sorry. I missed you too."

Ever since Lightning joined Guardian Corps., she'd been working herself to death in order to provide for the both of them as well as keep Serah in school. Some days, she never even had the opportunity to return home. The two barely spent time together like they used to and Lightning loathed it. But she promised herself to take more days off to spend time with her younger sister even if that meant she'd make up for it later on. Today was one of those days.

Lightning sat up and attempted to stretch again. She winced feeling her locked joints and muscles sear in pain.

"Hey don't strain yourself." Serah crawled behind Lightning and rested on her knees. "Relax, okay, sis?"

Lightning felt small hands on her back and shivered. Light touches over thin fabric morphed into pressing, kneading, and rolling. Lightning sighed, leaned her head forward, and closed her eyes. The hands traveled to her shoulders, upper back, mid-back, and then lower back. They cared for the back of her neck and even her sides, making her flinch. Serah knew every spot, every usual knot and ache, and kneaded them all into oblivion. It was only when Serah stopped that she snapped her head up.

Serah wrapped her slender arms around Lightning's taut midsection. "How'd that feel?"

She murmured. "G-Great. Thank you."

Serah trailed her lips up the back of Lightning's neck as she spoke, "Anything for you, big sis." She gave her sister one last squeeze before hopping off the bed.

It was then that Lightning noticed that the smaller strawberry-blond girl had slept in one of Lightning's T-shirts with just underwear covered in cartoon kittens to accompany it. Even waking up with hair mussed and wild, and wearing close to nothing, she still looked…adorable.

The smaller girl shifted her weight to one foot and rubbed her eye with the back of her hand. She yawned. "Why don't you go take a shower and I'll start on breakfast?"

Lightning nodded. It would be nice to rid herself of the grime she accumulated from work and finally get a proper shower. The showers of the Guardian Corps barracks were mediocre at best – all they did was get the job done. She ambled to the bathroom while Serah walked off to the kitchen. Leaving the bathroom door at a crack, she turned the water on, then undressed. She hadn't gotten in the shower yet and she could already feel the relief. Steam filled the bathroom and the sound of the water tapping away in the shower relaxed her. She slid back the glass of the shower door and stepped in, relieved by the initial sting of hot water. It was lovely. It'd been a couple days since she was able to use her own shower and she planned on enjoying every minute of it. Leaning back against the wall, the droplets pelted her face and her mind began to race.

She felt terrible about not being able to spend much time with her sister. Serah was a wonderful straight-A student who was never one to get into trouble. She deserved to have someone there with her, to do things with her whether it was going to the mall or just lounging around watching a movie. Lightning's heart panged with guilt; she felt like a horrible sister. As a result of her strenuous job, Serah began to make a whole new set of friends outside of school. NOEL..err- NORA? Was that what they called themselves? Regardless, the thought of them made her head ache. They were a no good bunch of ruffians who only made Guardian Corps's job harder than it needed to be. The military didn't need an independent vigilante group running around taking care of their assignments. They were civilians eliminating stray monsters and dangerous wildlife in the area. The point of Guardian Corps was to protect the civilians, not prevent them from doing their jobs.

And NORA's leader – Snow. Lightning clenched her teeth. She wasn't sure how someone like him could ever lead such a group. He was charismatic, sure, but not entirely the brightest chocobo in the herd. Serah had been hanging around him a lot in the past few weeks. Lightning despised it – despised him. Her sister called her out on it once or twice, saying that "green was such a nice color on her", jokingly of course. But was that the problem? Was Lightning just….jealous?

Serah is mine.

Lightning opened her eyes, not recalling that she'd closed them in the first place. She tensed when she noticed movement beyond the glass door.

Serah's voice rang through the bathroom. "Light? Are you okay? You've been in here a while."

The soldier could see Serah's muddled form through the glass. A blob of pink and cream shifted closer to the door - she was coming in.

The glass door opened. Lightning remained where she was – leaning against the wall, head tilted back on the marble tile. The water continued to pelt her face and her hair. She didn't care, only paying attention to the lean, naked figure stepping into the shower next to her.

Serah stepped into the shower right under the water where her sister stood. She smiled and then threw her arms around Lightning's neck. "I know I told you already, but I…really-" She trailed her lips up Lightning's neck, closer, caressed the shell of her ear. "-really missed you." One hand ghosted in the valley of Lightning's breasts, running lower, lower…lower. "Claire."

Lightning chuckled. She leaned forward, letting their foreheads touch. Her voice was deep, barely audible. "Tell me how much." She flipped their positions, all military training and no real effort. Her fingers traced the curves of Serah's hips, moved to the back of her thighs. She lifted Serah and slender legs instinctively coiled around her lithe waist. It was all so practiced, so routine, as if it hadn't been done so many times before. The word "wrong" jolted through Lightning's head – wrong, wrong, wrong. She pushed those thoughts far into the recesses of her mind. What she and Serah had – what they did – was special. No one on Cocoon could take this away from them. Not even Snow.

Those crystal blue eyes, half-lidded, looked up at Lightning. The younger girl took her own bottom lip between her teeth, then released. So. Close.

Her hands ran over the sensitive flesh of Serah's thighs and ass. Their grip became iron. She felt the subtle sigh of Serah's breath against her. Their lips connected – not a kiss but just barely; a passing brush of lips. "Tell me, Serah." The soldier ran her tongue over the girl's lip just once, relishing the taste of sweet lips. "Tell me how much you missed me."

Lightning plopped down on the couch, kicking her feet up on the arms. After the lovely shower she and Serah took, she threw on a simple black wife beater and her favorite pair of jeans, dark blue and ripped in various places down the legs– her style. She snatched the remote for the TV from the coffee table and turned it on. Luckily for her, she caught the last rerun of the Bodhum morning news – it was only just after ten anyway. She peered over the back of the couch and caught of glimpse of nearly pinkish hair moving around in the kitchen. The sergeant returned her attention to the TV, smirking.

"Liiiight, time to eat!" Serah poked her head into the living room with a smile on her face.

"'Kay." She remained on the couch, eyes fixated on the television. There was just one major story she wanted to hear about; breakfast could wait a few minutes.

The younger Farron walked into the living room, blocking the TV. "C'mon, Light, the food's gonna get cold."

It was a pet peeve of Serah's, Lightning knew. Still, she didn't budge. "It's just one story, Serah, move."

She did move, closer to the couch, a hair's breadth away from the lounging woman. "Claaaaiiiiirrrree!"

Lightning froze. There it was. Again. The lip biting, hair-twirling, puppy-dog-eyed facade of innocence. How many times would she have to deal with this?

Serah climbed onto the couch, her knees on either side of her sister's waist. "Come on, Claire. I just wanted you to eat me."

Wait… "What?"

"Were you paying attention, sis? I said I just wanted you to eat with me. Please, Claire? I did not just make you breakfast for you to not eat it." Her face scrunched into a pout, lips poking out cutely.

Okay, maybe she was hearing things. Then again, she was never sure with Serah. People always assumed that she was the innocent, nice sister. If they really knew, they'd understand that Serah was the furthest thing from innocent.

"All right, Princess, fine." Lightning smiled. "Get up. Before I make you."

"What if I want you to make me?" She poked her tongue out, a seemingly innocent gesture on the surface.

Her eyebrow rose. Was that a challenge? Sergeant Lightning Farron did not back down from challenges, even from her younger sister. "You sure you wanna go there, Kitten?" She trailed her fingers up Serah's thigh, feeling the rise of gooseflesh on tender skin. For just a moment, she considered reaching up and biting that tongue.

Serah shivered. She pressed a palm on Lightning's abdomen, using the other hand to pull down the hem of her plaid crimson skirt. "Maybe I do?" She let out a short breath, a cross between a sigh and scoff.

Right. She was challenging her. Lightning smirked. Cute, but she'd finish this later. "What, didn't have enough in the shower?" She found herself returning the sudden gyration of Serah's hips just then.

"Oh- I- shut up, Light!" She blushed, cheeks as red her skirt. She untangled herself from her sprawled-out sister and left for the kitchen.

Even after stomping away, Lightning took note of the girl tugging at her white blouse. She finally removed herself from the couch, following her sister. Serah had outdone herself as usual; Lightning sat down at the table and was greeted with a wonderful breakfast before her, her favorite. A stack of pancakes towered on one side of the ceramic plate, complimented by fluffy eggs (egg whites for her, as she always requested) and lean sausages. On a separate plate to the side, there was a handful of assorted fruit – pineapple, blueberry, kiwi, and strawberry.

Serah sat down at the dinner table giving Lightning a warm smile. "Hope you like it, sis."

Lightning rolled her eyes playfully. "When do I never like your cooking, Serah?"

The Farrons ate breakfast together for the first time in weeks. It was almost odd in a sense, sitting down over a plate of pancakes and discussing their lives as if they did so every day. Lightning preferred it this way and she figured Serah just went along with it. Most of the time. Today, they were planning on seeing a movie, just to get out of the house. Lightning smiled to herself. It had been at least two months since they had any personal time together and-

"…probably going shopping next week and then I might be meeting up with Snow."

"…What?"

Serah giggled. "Liiight, were you listening?"

"I- uh, sorry. What were you saying?"

"I saaaiiid, I think I might go shopping with a few friends from school next week. And then I might be hanging out with Snow, I guess."

The sergeant snapped her head up at the name and scowled. "Why?"

The younger Farron shrugged. "He asked me to hang out." She took her and Lightning's cleaned plates and ambled to the sink. "He's a little intimidating at first, but he's really nice, Light."

Lightning followed her. "I'm not intimidated by that behemoth. I just don't like him." It was true. It would take a lot for her to be intimidated by anything, really, so a six-foot-seven-inch-tall idiot with stupid chocobo hair hidden under an ugly beanie was the least of her concerns.

Serah pushed past her sister after putting the dishes in the sink. She leaned against the marble counter, folding her arms against her chest and the gossamer fabric of her blouse. Her hair fell over her left shoulder, reminiscent of Lightning's own, as she tilted her head to the side. The workings of a smirk appeared on her lips, which her sister knew to be accusatory. "Is that all it is?"

"Tch, don't test me, Serah."

"I'm not! I'm just saying. You always act so weird when I talk about him. He's really nice and a huge teddy bear! And I think he likes me." She rested her hands on the counter behind her.

Lightning clenched her jaw. Oh really?

Either Serah was playing dumb or she really wasn't paying enough attention to him to actually notice. From what Lightning knew, Serah hung out with him quite often. Every few days or so, she'd get a text from her while at work saying that she'd be gone for the afternoon – 'out with Snow, be back later.' The soldier's heart ached whenever she received those texts.

"Light, what's wrong?" Serah sounded somewhere between worried and curious.

"Nothing." She folded her arms across her chest, hoping Serah would drop it.

…And of course, she didn't. Serah unfolded Lightning's arms, causing the woman to growl. "Light, look at- no. Look at me. You're not jealous of Snow, are you?" She placed a palm on Lightning's cheek.

As if on instinct, the soldier softened, nuzzling her cheek into her sister's hand. She wrapped her arms around the smaller girl's waist and pressed her back into the kitchen counter, then leaned in close to Serah's ear. "I don't like him. He's a bad influence on you. And I don't want him putting you in danger with that vigilante group he leads. He's already trouble enough for Guardian Corps." Without thinking, she traced the outline of Serah's jaw with her lips. "I just want you to be safe, Serah."

Serah laughed, just a whisper under her breath. "I am safe. You keep me safe. Besides, who's to say you aren't already a bad influence on me, Claire?"

Her name. Again. The way it rolled off Serah's tongue so smoothly caused Lightning to have thought after sickening thought of what she wanted to do to her. It was something she learned over the years. When Serah wanted something, all she had to do was ask. The use of Lightning's real name was a low blow that was thrown all too often (and Serah knew), but even then the hardened soldier couldn't resist giving her little sister whatever she wanted.

"What do you want?" Lightning purred.

Serah chuckled. Her hand traveled, small fingers wrapping around one of Lightning's wrists around her back. She pulled the hand closer and closer to the hem of her skirt between words. "I…I just. Want. You."

"You have me, little Kitten." Lightning removed her hand from her sister's grasp. Said hand pawed at the soft flesh of an inner thigh. The sigh that resulted afterwards was heaven upon her ears, encouragement to continue. Gunblade-calloused fingers tugged at the hem of the skirt. They shifted lower, under the fabric. Her fingers ghosted over the lace of Serah's underwear. She was wet. Oh, so, wet. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Uhnn- oh, Etro…" Serah threw her head back. Her knuckles turned white from her grip on the counter behind her. She grinded her herself into the hand near her center, into the hips that held her in place. Gods she was horny.

"I asked you a question, Serah." Once more, her fingers ran over her sister, slow and labored. She felt Serah shiver under her touch. "If it's not what you want, I can stop-ˮ

Serah snapped her head forward. "No! No, please, no."

"Tell me, Serah."

"Yes! Yes, I…fuuuck, right there… I want it. I want- I want you."

Lightning laughed at her sister's vulgar choice of words; it was unlike her. The soldier relished hearing those dirty things come out of Serah's mouth. Just then, she wondered what else she could get out of her. The subtle movement of Serah's leg did not go unnoticed; she was granted access and graced with an idea.

"Claire?" Serah's voice trembled with want at the disappearance of those skilled fingers.

She leaned in, taking in the wonderful sight of half-lidded crystal-blue eyes, and brushed their lips together. This time it was a kiss – soft and fleeting, yet still passionate. "Shhh… Just relax, okay, Kitten?"

The younger Farron nodded.

The muscles in Lightning's arms bunched and coiled as she hoisted the smaller frame up, just as effortlessly as before. She sat Serah on the edge of the counter, letting her lean legs dangle above the floor.

"Claire…" Serah reached out to her sister, running her hands on Lightning's abdomen under the black wife beater.

Lightning flinched under the girl's touch. Her own hands were busy running down Serah's back, fingertips tracing every curve and contour of her body. She mapped her back, running down to her waist, hips, finally over her soft belly, under her blouse. She leaned in close and caught her sister's lips with her own, tasting the sweet savor of honey from breakfast. The kiss was rough, a feral clash of lips and tongue. Lightning dominated the kiss, but it was sending her over the edge. She was a soldier with years of self-control under her belt but it took her all of her willpower to not rip the clothes off Serah's back and fuck her into submission. While she assaulted the girl's mouth with rough kisses, her hands moved again, making their new home at the apex of Serah's thighs.

"Ohhh, fuuuck…" Serah moaned through the kiss's break. She craned her neck to the side and her eyes screwed shut.

Taking the movement as an invitation, Lightning continued her rain of kisses, gentler now, along the line of her jaw. Serah smelled wonderful, Lightning took note, still fragranced with the strawberry and kiwi body wash from the shower as well as traces of her own scent underneath. There was something about the way Serah smelled - a light, almost flowerly aroma - that made Lightning shake with delight. Moving down to the strawberry-blonde girl's neck, she stopped and hovered over the junction of Serah's neck and shoulder. She grazed her teeth over the skin there, and chuckled at the sharp intake of breath that reached her ear.

Serah gasped again. She brought a hand up to her sister's head, threading her fingers through soft hair, still damp from the shower. Tongue running over her bottom lip, her free hand gripped the counter harder still. Even then, her attention was divided – half of it noticing the way Lightning's hands played around her thighs and soaking center, and the other half noticing the quick peck on her neck. Then her eyes snapped open. "Waaaait, Claire. Don't. You're…gonna-ˮ

"Too late." Lightning took the creamy patch of skin into her mouth. She sucked on it, licked, and nipped at it. Finally, she bit down on the soft flesh. She was certain she'd left a mark. She didn't care. Even if it was in a place where Serah could hide it beneath her blouse, all Lightning cared about was that she belonged to her. Every mark she ever left upon her sister was but a small reminder, and every strained moan that ever reached her ear was confirmation.

Serah whimpered. Try as she might to get Lightning to stop leaving hickeys around her neck, it never worked. Once again she trailed the free hand up Lightning's wife beater, this time, higher, brushing the underside of her breast. She felt a sigh tickle her neck and smiled. Her hand moved again, joining the one tangled in her sister's hair. She gave a gentle tug and the soldier lifted her head immediately, releasing her neck.

The smirk on Lightning's face was devilish. Her eyes made contact with Serah's for a brief second. She pecked the girl on the lips once, then dropped to her knees.

The younger Farron released her grip on Lightning's hair. "Uhhh, Claire-ˮ

"Sshhh." The soldier ran her fingertips over each thigh, grazing the skin with her nails. She pressed her mouth on the left thigh. Along the inside, she trailed a line of gentle kisses, all the way up to the apex.

Serah gasped and flung her head back. "Oh, please…"

Repeating with the opposite leg, she muffled between kisses, "Please…what?"

"Please…just-oh…" Okay, now Serah was sure she felt something moist against her already soaked underwear. She sighed. "Do that again."

"Again, huh? Why don't you do something for me first?" Lightning rose. She rested her forehead against Serah's.

"Dammit, Claire!" Serah groaned.

Lightning only chuckled. She pressed her lips against her sister's once more, adamant on letting the girl taste a sample of herself.

And she did, just barely, when her tongue slid over her lips. It was a familiar savor – neither sweet nor tangy, but somewhere in between.

Lightning leaned near her ear, nipping at the girl's earlobe. Her hands fingered the lace strings of the underwear almost hungrily. "Lift up."

"'Kay." She placed her palms on the counter and lifted her hips up just enough for the fingers on her skin to slide her underwear down. The marble was cold against her now bare bottom. Serah bit her lip, eyes fixated on Lightning as she descended once more.

The sergeant wasted no time. She pressed her mouth against Serah, receiving a strained swear in return. "Language, Serah."

"Shut up…"

Lightning ran her tongue up the entire length of Serah's center. She should have felt guilty or even disgusting for doing something like this, but she didn't. She threw those feelings out of the window months ago. She missed Serah more than anything and wanted nothing more than to please the girl; it was the least she could do for being gone so often.

Serah moaned. Her breathing was labored, irregular. She threw a hand on the head of pink, gripping tighter than she ever thought she could.

Though she never said so, Lightning loved it when Serah played with and pulled her hair. Just from that, she kissed, lapped, and licked Serah harder, quickening her pace like a hungry cat. The only thing she heard was the wet sound of her tongue and the frantic sighs and moans from her younger sister.

"Ohhh, Claire. Please…faster, please?"

"Anything for you, Kitten," she whispered. And she did just that. Her pace increased. Serah spread her legs for her once again. As a response, Lightning hooked one arm around each thigh and pulled Serah closer to her, leaving the legs to rest over her shoulders. Good. Easier access.

Serah gasped at the sudden motion. Her nails raked Lightning's scalp but it wasn't enough. She needed to grab on to something else! She needed to- oh. She lolled her head around in ecstasy, wondering how on Cocoon Lightning could do so much with her tongue. Her legs clamped around her sister's head.

Experience told Lightning that her sister was nearing her peak. She slowed her pace just enough to draw the girl out. All she needed now was to-

BZZZZZZZT!

The soldier shook once and stopped her ministrations, broken out of her focus. The cacophony of frequent vibration and a terribly sung rock song attacked her ears.

"Fuck…FUCK, SNOW!" Serah reached for her cell phone then stopped. She'd forgotten she left her phone on the counter when making breakfast. Her blue eyes darted from the phone to Lightning and back again.

Lightning scowled. Of all the things that could happen in that moment, it had to have been that idiot calling her sister. To say that she wasn't bothered by it would have been a lie. Instead of leaving Serah, though, she licked her once, a long thorough stroke. "Answer it."

"W-What? But, Claire, I- we-we're…"

"Do it."

Serah growled. She picked up the phone and pressed the green button on the screen. She brought the white device to her ear. "H-Hello?"

"Serah, hey!"

Lightning rolled her eyes. She could hear the behemoth's voice perfectly.

"Oh, hi, Snow." Serah relaxed a little.

"You sound tired. You weren't sleeping were you?"

Serah smiled. "No, it's okay. Why, what's up?"

"Well I wanted to know if you were free today. To hang out?"

Lightning bristled. Oh really?

"Oh, I don't know, Snow, I-ˮ

"It's okay, I-I can pick you up if that's what you're worried about. I heard there's this carnival in town and-ˮ

"Wait, Snow. I- ohhhh god…"

"Serah? Are you okay? Is something hurting you?"

Lightning smirked to herself as she continued the motions between the legs clamped around her head. Snow was not getting her. Not today.

"No, no! I'm fine. Just stretching." Serah's face flushed. On instinct her free hand returned to threading through the fine hair of her sister's head.

"Haha, maybe you should stretch more often."

Serah just laughed nervously but dismissed the comment. "Uhh, Snow? I'm actually soo-oooh busy today. I can't hang out."

"Really? That sucks. So not even later?"

She closed her eyes. "Yeeessss… I mean no- I-I mean, no I can't later. I'm going to be busy. Ahhh-aaalllll day. My sister, Lightning, she came home last night. She's…off today."

"Ahhh, great. So much for that. Tell Sergeant Hardass I said hi."

Lightning rumbled into Serah's thigh. 'Sergeant Hardass', huh? Serah could thought of a better insult than that. Still… She relaxed at the sudden caress of delicate fingers on her head.

Serah's voice was calmer than it should have been as she spoke, "Sssnow…don't uhhmm, talk about my sister that way. She takes care of me. You know that."

"Yeah, r-right, you're right. Sorry." He laughed nervously. "Well anyway, maybe tomorrow then? The carnival was here all weekend and it'll be the last day. I promise we'll have a blast!"

Serah didn't respond, or rather, it seemed like she didn't hear him. Her hips bucked into Lightning's mouth once, then twice.

"Serah? Serah, are you there?"

The fingers on Lightning's head ran through her hair then gripped hard. Lightning flinched. A whispered 'oh fuck' reached her ears as Serah came. The cell phone dropped from her sister's hand onto the counter. She smirked, admiring her handiwork as well as Snow's frantic yelling over the phone. Her lips and tongue were covered in Serah's juices. After lapping up every last bit she could, she picked up Serah's discarded underwear from the tiled floor. She rose and pulled the lace bikini bottom up just to Serah's knees. Leaning in close to the dazed girl's ear she whispered, "You might want to go clean up the mess you just made." With that, she kissed the girl full on the lips.

The younger Farron moaned into the kiss, low enough to (hopefully) not be heard by Snow, but was pushed away. She jerked forward, attempting to catch those lips and taste herself again, but Lightning leaned back. Serah whimpered. Grabbing a fistful of her sister's shirt, she pulled her close and stole a deep tongue-induced kiss. She moved her hand around the counter and never broke eye contact. Finally getting her phone, she sighed and brought it up to her ear. Snow must have been fuming. "Hello?"

"Oh hey, Serah! What happened? I was calling for you!"

"Sorry Snow. I-uh dropped my phone. What were you saying?"

"I-I was just saying maybe we could go tomorrow?"

"Right! Um… I don't know yet. I'll let you know if I can. Look, Snow, I'm uhh, kinda busy right now so I'll call you later okay?" She twirled a strand of hair between two fingers.

"Serah- I- Ugh, fine. Okay then, bye."

"Bye." The phone clicked, signaling that Snow had hung up. Serah turned her eyes to Lightning and glared. "I hate you so much right now!"

Lightning leaned on the refrigerator a few feet from the counter. She stifled a laugh that threatened to escape but ultimately kept her composure.

"On the phone with Snow, Lightning? Really?!"

The soldier licked her lips. She could have sworn she saw Serah mimic her. "What? Didn't like it?"

"I…didn't say that." Serah dropped from the counter and fixed her clothes. "I- whoaa…" Her legs wobbled and shook like she hadn't used them in weeks. Hands flung out for something to hold on to – the counter next to her.

Lightning laughed to herself. Her sister blushed furiously. How cute. "I'm going to go take a nap before the movie starts since we have a while. Feel free to join me when you can walk again." Upon leaving the kitchen, she heard an angry groan stumbling towards the bathroom. She threw herself on the couch in the living room, kicking her feet up on the arm as she did earlier. With the remote, she lowered the TV volume to reasonable sleeping level and closed her eyes. In only a few minutes she drifted off to sleep.

She didn't know what time it was when she was disturbed, but her eyes fluttered open to just a crack, scratchy and dry. A glimpse of white and pink flashed before her and a weight settled between her legs. Her arm was lifted and moved, positioned over…something warm. She felt a soft brush on her hand. Fingers. They intertwined with hers.

Serah.

Once again, her eyes fluttered shut. She drifted back into darkness and let sleep overtake her.