[in progress] What Happens in Oerba, Stays in Oerba (Part VI)
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIII
Characters/Pairing: OT6 (Sazh/Lightning/Vanille/Fang/Snow/Hope)
Warnings: Gratuitous smut, drunkeness
Rating: NC-17
Part I☆ Part II☆ Part III☆ Part IV☆ Part V
"Vanille."
"Yea, Fang?"
"What do you think they're doing in there?"
"...Do you want to take a peek~~?"
"What? No.... Maybe." Fang, finally dressed in her underwear and black top, crossed her arms and looked at Vanille. The younger one was currently straightening her bear pelt from her mess of accessories. Glancing up at the other, she focused her eyes on her. All she got back was a raised eyebrow.
"What is it, Fang?"
"So how was it?"
"How was what---let me do it!" exclaimed Vanille, as she skipped over to Fang, who was currently in the middle of straightening her sari before wearing it.
The bubbly woman took the sari from Fang, and waiting for the taller woman to spread her arms. Fang only sighed. 'She doesn't even have her clothes on yet, and she wants to do mine first?' Wrapping the cloth around her waist first from the front, around her body, and up over the shoulder before the rest fell on her right side, covering her leg, Vanille was like an expert on dressing up Fang. 'The same can be said for undressing me,' Fang mused.
"What made you think of giving our friends that last night?"
"What--"
"I was there when you and Sazh...well you know what you did together. I shouldn't have to say it."
Vanille only blushed at the memory. "Oh? And what about you?"
Fang only smirked, "whatever do you mean?" Changing the subject quickly, she added, "What did you mean by 'forgetting'?
The younger woman blinked before looking down at the floor. "Fang...I just wanted a night...where we can all forget what will happen to us. Is that so bad?"
She looked at her before letting out a small sigh. "I'm all for shits and giggles, but they're our family now. You could just...tell them your feelings."
Aghast, Vanille, in an accusatory tone, whispered loudly, "Really? You're one to talk. And you didn't answer my question!"
"And what question was that?"
"What did you give Light? It doesn't look like the same stuff I gave Sazh."
"It isn't."
A gasp. "What was it?! Fang, I've never seen her so out of it last night!"
Fool her once, shame on me. Fool her twice...fun for me.
Fang shrugged in response, "Didn't know that she was a lightweight. Besides I only added absinthe because I didn't know if she could sniff it out."
She then added, "Got a lotta stamina, that one."
Vanille only huffed out loud at her, and started dressing herself now. Quickly putting on her dress with her bear pelt, she was lining up her top to cover her breasts when a loud thump was heard from the other side of the door leading to the room where Snow and Hope were in.
"What do you think they're doing in there?"
"...Want to take a peek?"
"Fang!"
"Shh, they'll hear us...not like they're busy at the moment," Fang added with a wry smile.
Hands touching each other, frantic at first, then steady as they rocked to an ancient rhythm.
The younger of the two made a face at her, then pouted.
"Here, let me help you."
The older woman started to clip Vanille's necklaces over her top, including the intricate one that lies over her breastbone. WIth one swift motion, Fang's hand cups the bottom of Vanille's breast, gently squeezing her.
"Fang, not now," she gasped out, hand over Fang's wrist.
She only stared back. "Are you sure?"
No she wasn't. Before she can think about it some more, Fang leaned her face forward so their noses were touching each other.
"What if they can hear us?"
"So what?"
"Fang! I just put on my clothes and now you say something?!"
"Who said we had to take off our clothes?"
"Then what--," The women were interrupted by a loud groan...coming from the other room.
She couldn't help but moan loudly as two pairs of hands fondled the apex and inner junctions of her thighs, body bucking against the sweet friction.
"We wouldn't be the only ones having fun now," Fang smirked.
Vanille responded by lightly touching her lips with hers. Smiling into the kiss, Fang gently lead her back up into the wall behind her.
"You asked for it~~" Vanille bit Fang's lower lip lightly, sucked on it, and when the taller one tried to deepen the kiss, she pulled back.
"You tease." And with that, Fang grinded against her, nipping on Vanille's neck, where she can't pull away.
"Ngh!" The redhead hissed out, turning into a moan as Fang licked where she was bit. Oh, she tasted salty from all that ...sweating last night and she stilled smelled like sex.
We're not done yet.
Wedging her knee, Fang managed to spread Vanille's legs and slid her body over hers, breasts pressing into each other, nipples hard as Fang moved and grinded and their breathing became shallower.
Wanting more of the sensations, her body arched towards her, core wishing to be filled, sexual frustration only mitigated by rubbing herself on Fang's knee. Even then, it wasn't enough, as she pressed harder, gaining slickness at the increased friction. Panting, she let out a moan as Fang ran her thumb and forefinger around her nipple.
"So how was she?"
Barely comprehending the question, Vanille managed to answer with a "Who?" before her senses were overwhelmed once Fang started scratching at her inner thigh with touches here and there.
"Ball of sunshine, of course." A smirk at the nickname.
"Hey are y'all done yet?" Boots clanking up the stairs.
Fang could have sworned Vanille let out a frustrated groan at the sound. Sighing, she captured the redhead's lips before pulling away.
"We'll finish this later."
Moving over towards the door, the elder Pulsian banged on the door a few times, yelling out "You two finished yet? Sazh is coming."
Beyond the door, it sounded like something stopped scraping on the floor and then silence. Fang took a couple of steps back as the door opened.
"Ok, you kids sure took your sweet time getting ready."
"Sorry about that Sazh, but we're ready for the most part," smiled Hope, his clothes looking a bit ruffled. Snow was right behind, clothes full of wrinkles...and was that a blush on his cheeks?
A hero doesn't blush.
Funny thing was Vanille was blushing too as she was straightening her skirt. What...he probably didn't want to know. It's for the best.
Shaking his head, Sazh pointed towards the exit and said, "We better get going, before you-know-who comes back and goes grumpy on us all."
The four only nodded their heads in response. No one wants to get on her bad side, especially after last night.
And the Pulsian women knew they got a lot of explaining to do.
Vanille briefly glanced over at Fang while getting her pack and weapon. Fang only shrugged her shoulders, before nodding off to the man behind the boy.
"No questions on who topped, yea?"
Fang never ceased to amaze her. Vanille was going to muse around, but she sensed someone staring at her.
Sazh. She looked at him intently, gauging his reaction.
Which was to scratch his head and sigh, before motioning to the door, slight smile to his lips. She returned it, genuinely glad that nothing--no, something did change, but for the better.
"Sleep." And so he did, succumbing to the wishes of the saboteur, body flopped down on the couch. He wouldn't get up until the next day, she was sure of it. Looking for the woman, she caught a piece of conversation. Must be Snow talking. And Bhakti was nowhere around her.
She followed him out, a nice skip to her step.
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She can't stop thinking.
Boots landed on hard concrete as she mulled over last night again. She was sure the both of them were in on...that. The breeze was calming as she tried to piece together what she did know.
It wasn't alcohol. No. She wasn't sure of that. It could be mixed with alcohol.
Yes. Very plausible.
A hiss came out, frustration evident on her face. She needed to let off steam. Like last night. No, even her conscience won't give her a break.
Fuck.
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She woke up, naked and alone. Clothes...somewhere, she wasn't sure. Her thighs were coated with stickiness.
A hot bath sounded really good right about now. Or maybe a cold one; her body was still feverish. Was it because of that drink? Something else?
Walking past someone passed out on the couch...Sazh? Whatever, save it for later, and she stumbled over to the bathroom. Or what sounded like the bathroom. Palm flat against the frame, she pushed the door...and saw her.
She cringed as the other woman squeaked in surprise. Looks like she caught her in the middle of dressing. So far she only had her top on and panties up one leg. It was...quite a sight.
It was getting hot in here.
The fact that Vanille's eyes moved down then up to her face didn't help either. Right. She was naked. This doesn't faze her, but...her cheeks are hot, and the way she's looking at her right now...must be the drink talking.
Damn, her mouth was moving.
"...Umm...Light?"
"I was thinking of using the shower, but I'll wait." Real smooth, soldier. You don't even have a towel with you. Get it together. There's no way she's...what? Hot? No, inappropriate. Attractive...maybe.
"Is something wrong?"
Lightning shook her head, still feeling a burning desire to take her to the ground and have her way with her body. 'Control yourself!' She screamed in her mind.
So she walked away from the door, back facing Vanille.
"Wait!" said Vanille as she followed her out of the room, in her top and panties. 'Our leader's gorgeous, but she is...really sexy tonight. Ugh, must be the drink talking, but...still liking what I see if that's the case.'
Grabbing her arm, the touch sent electric shocks through the ex-soldier's body, piercing through her senses, despite her natural affinity for the element. She had to resist. She already had been violated twice...because of Fang!
That bitch.
Eyes narrowing, she turned on the younger Pulsian and scathingly said, "What was it?"
Confused, but having an inkling of what she meant, she only replied, "...was it a drink?"
"So you're in on it too!"
Vanille gulped, "It's not what you think--hey!"
Lightning grabbed her arm; she tried pulling away but her grip was too strong.
"This will be your punishment." Overwhelmed with residual effects, mainly desire, her lips were on hers, pressed roughly against Vanille's.
Her lips were softer than she expected.
"Mmph!" Vanille squealed out, as Light deepened the kiss, until the Pulsian had to step away for air.
One hand behind her head, the strawberry blonde continued her assault upon her mouth. Tongue licking across her teeth, wanting entrance. She acquiesced to her demand, and if she focused hard, she would be seeing stars.
"Does she kiss you like this?"
To drive home her statement, she leaned forward again, and this time it's harder and faster as she quickly pulled away when Vanille responded, instead sucking on her bottom lip. Her hand trailed down the curve of her hips and went further back, cupping her bum. It wasn't long before her other hand joined in hooking on the backs of her thighs before lifting her up. She grounded herself against Vanille, thin material of her panties the only barrier, getting soaked with all the rubbing.
"Does she touch you like this?" Lightning hissed out, as she jutted out her hips some more in an effort to get closer to the woman.
Vanille couldn't decide if she should be indignant or aroused by the display of possessiveness, pure dominance coming from the ex-soldier. 'Do I want her love?' She mused, as the thought of their stoic leader being intimate with anybody was nigh on impossible. And yet here she was.
Next thing she knew, she's on the floor, legs spread, waiting to be fucked. She didn't even realize her panties were gone. The strawberry blonde then nipped at her inner thighs, slowly ascending the slope of the curve leading to the apex. Tongue teasing her slick entrance, she's trembling and aching, trying to thrust in deeper.
In her mind, she understood. Light was just out for revenge against Fang. The question right now though is 'does she want it?' Her love and revenge?
Her tongue slipped in, curling, lapping at her inner walls.
It didn't last long though, as the couple were interrupted by a voice eerily close by.
"What, ya not gonna ask 'does she fuck you like this?'"
Lightning stopped what she was doing, as the other Pulsian slid her naked body over hers, wrapping her arms around her waist, licking the shell of her ear. She stiffened, fully aware that it was Fang...again.
That was just fucking great.
"Hmm...guess the last time wasn't enough?" She smirked.
What she wouldn't do to knock the damned smirk off her face. Thinking quickly, she let go of Vanille's thighs, snapped her head back and relished inwardly as it connected with Fang's cheek, breaking the hold.
An opening, and she took it. Still in a crouching position, she arched one foot in a legsweep, throwing off Fang's balance even further. On her back, Lightning pounced on top. Just repaying the favor.
If Fang would let her. Bracing herself, she put up a decent resistance against the ex-soldier's...advances. Damn, was she fiesty. Lifting a leg up as a barrier between the two bodies, and Lightning was struggling to pin her arms, but making little progress.
"If I knew ya were going to be like this...I woulda make ya drink sooner."
"Go fuck yourself."
"Only if ya offering," and Fang is looking appreciatively at all of Lightning's naked glory.
Characters/Pairing: OT6 (Sazh/Lightning/Vanille/Fang/Snow/Hope)
Warnings: Gratuitous smut, drunkeness
Rating: NC-17
Part I☆ Part II☆ Part III☆ Part IV☆ Part V
"Vanille."
"Yea, Fang?"
"What do you think they're doing in there?"
"...Do you want to take a peek~~?"
"What? No.... Maybe." Fang, finally dressed in her underwear and black top, crossed her arms and looked at Vanille. The younger one was currently straightening her bear pelt from her mess of accessories. Glancing up at the other, she focused her eyes on her. All she got back was a raised eyebrow.
"What is it, Fang?"
"So how was it?"
"How was what---let me do it!" exclaimed Vanille, as she skipped over to Fang, who was currently in the middle of straightening her sari before wearing it.
The bubbly woman took the sari from Fang, and waiting for the taller woman to spread her arms. Fang only sighed. 'She doesn't even have her clothes on yet, and she wants to do mine first?' Wrapping the cloth around her waist first from the front, around her body, and up over the shoulder before the rest fell on her right side, covering her leg, Vanille was like an expert on dressing up Fang. 'The same can be said for undressing me,' Fang mused.
"What made you think of giving our friends that last night?"
"What--"
"I was there when you and Sazh...well you know what you did together. I shouldn't have to say it."
Vanille only blushed at the memory. "Oh? And what about you?"
Fang only smirked, "whatever do you mean?" Changing the subject quickly, she added, "What did you mean by 'forgetting'?
The younger woman blinked before looking down at the floor. "Fang...I just wanted a night...where we can all forget what will happen to us. Is that so bad?"
She looked at her before letting out a small sigh. "I'm all for shits and giggles, but they're our family now. You could just...tell them your feelings."
Aghast, Vanille, in an accusatory tone, whispered loudly, "Really? You're one to talk. And you didn't answer my question!"
"And what question was that?"
"What did you give Light? It doesn't look like the same stuff I gave Sazh."
"It isn't."
A gasp. "What was it?! Fang, I've never seen her so out of it last night!"
Fool her once, shame on me. Fool her twice...fun for me.
Fang shrugged in response, "Didn't know that she was a lightweight. Besides I only added absinthe because I didn't know if she could sniff it out."
She then added, "Got a lotta stamina, that one."
Vanille only huffed out loud at her, and started dressing herself now. Quickly putting on her dress with her bear pelt, she was lining up her top to cover her breasts when a loud thump was heard from the other side of the door leading to the room where Snow and Hope were in.
"What do you think they're doing in there?"
"...Want to take a peek?"
"Fang!"
"Shh, they'll hear us...not like they're busy at the moment," Fang added with a wry smile.
Hands touching each other, frantic at first, then steady as they rocked to an ancient rhythm.
The younger of the two made a face at her, then pouted.
"Here, let me help you."
The older woman started to clip Vanille's necklaces over her top, including the intricate one that lies over her breastbone. WIth one swift motion, Fang's hand cups the bottom of Vanille's breast, gently squeezing her.
"Fang, not now," she gasped out, hand over Fang's wrist.
She only stared back. "Are you sure?"
No she wasn't. Before she can think about it some more, Fang leaned her face forward so their noses were touching each other.
"What if they can hear us?"
"So what?"
"Fang! I just put on my clothes and now you say something?!"
"Who said we had to take off our clothes?"
"Then what--," The women were interrupted by a loud groan...coming from the other room.
She couldn't help but moan loudly as two pairs of hands fondled the apex and inner junctions of her thighs, body bucking against the sweet friction.
"We wouldn't be the only ones having fun now," Fang smirked.
Vanille responded by lightly touching her lips with hers. Smiling into the kiss, Fang gently lead her back up into the wall behind her.
"You asked for it~~" Vanille bit Fang's lower lip lightly, sucked on it, and when the taller one tried to deepen the kiss, she pulled back.
"You tease." And with that, Fang grinded against her, nipping on Vanille's neck, where she can't pull away.
"Ngh!" The redhead hissed out, turning into a moan as Fang licked where she was bit. Oh, she tasted salty from all that ...sweating last night and she stilled smelled like sex.
We're not done yet.
Wedging her knee, Fang managed to spread Vanille's legs and slid her body over hers, breasts pressing into each other, nipples hard as Fang moved and grinded and their breathing became shallower.
Wanting more of the sensations, her body arched towards her, core wishing to be filled, sexual frustration only mitigated by rubbing herself on Fang's knee. Even then, it wasn't enough, as she pressed harder, gaining slickness at the increased friction. Panting, she let out a moan as Fang ran her thumb and forefinger around her nipple.
"So how was she?"
Barely comprehending the question, Vanille managed to answer with a "Who?" before her senses were overwhelmed once Fang started scratching at her inner thigh with touches here and there.
"Ball of sunshine, of course." A smirk at the nickname.
"Hey are y'all done yet?" Boots clanking up the stairs.
Fang could have sworned Vanille let out a frustrated groan at the sound. Sighing, she captured the redhead's lips before pulling away.
"We'll finish this later."
Moving over towards the door, the elder Pulsian banged on the door a few times, yelling out "You two finished yet? Sazh is coming."
Beyond the door, it sounded like something stopped scraping on the floor and then silence. Fang took a couple of steps back as the door opened.
"Ok, you kids sure took your sweet time getting ready."
"Sorry about that Sazh, but we're ready for the most part," smiled Hope, his clothes looking a bit ruffled. Snow was right behind, clothes full of wrinkles...and was that a blush on his cheeks?
A hero doesn't blush.
Funny thing was Vanille was blushing too as she was straightening her skirt. What...he probably didn't want to know. It's for the best.
Shaking his head, Sazh pointed towards the exit and said, "We better get going, before you-know-who comes back and goes grumpy on us all."
The four only nodded their heads in response. No one wants to get on her bad side, especially after last night.
And the Pulsian women knew they got a lot of explaining to do.
Vanille briefly glanced over at Fang while getting her pack and weapon. Fang only shrugged her shoulders, before nodding off to the man behind the boy.
"No questions on who topped, yea?"
Fang never ceased to amaze her. Vanille was going to muse around, but she sensed someone staring at her.
Sazh. She looked at him intently, gauging his reaction.
Which was to scratch his head and sigh, before motioning to the door, slight smile to his lips. She returned it, genuinely glad that nothing--no, something did change, but for the better.
"Sleep." And so he did, succumbing to the wishes of the saboteur, body flopped down on the couch. He wouldn't get up until the next day, she was sure of it. Looking for the woman, she caught a piece of conversation. Must be Snow talking. And Bhakti was nowhere around her.
She followed him out, a nice skip to her step.
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She can't stop thinking.
Boots landed on hard concrete as she mulled over last night again. She was sure the both of them were in on...that. The breeze was calming as she tried to piece together what she did know.
It wasn't alcohol. No. She wasn't sure of that. It could be mixed with alcohol.
Yes. Very plausible.
A hiss came out, frustration evident on her face. She needed to let off steam. Like last night. No, even her conscience won't give her a break.
Fuck.
►►►~**~◄◄◄
She woke up, naked and alone. Clothes...somewhere, she wasn't sure. Her thighs were coated with stickiness.
A hot bath sounded really good right about now. Or maybe a cold one; her body was still feverish. Was it because of that drink? Something else?
Walking past someone passed out on the couch...Sazh? Whatever, save it for later, and she stumbled over to the bathroom. Or what sounded like the bathroom. Palm flat against the frame, she pushed the door...and saw her.
She cringed as the other woman squeaked in surprise. Looks like she caught her in the middle of dressing. So far she only had her top on and panties up one leg. It was...quite a sight.
It was getting hot in here.
The fact that Vanille's eyes moved down then up to her face didn't help either. Right. She was naked. This doesn't faze her, but...her cheeks are hot, and the way she's looking at her right now...must be the drink talking.
Damn, her mouth was moving.
"...Umm...Light?"
"I was thinking of using the shower, but I'll wait." Real smooth, soldier. You don't even have a towel with you. Get it together. There's no way she's...what? Hot? No, inappropriate. Attractive...maybe.
"Is something wrong?"
Lightning shook her head, still feeling a burning desire to take her to the ground and have her way with her body. 'Control yourself!' She screamed in her mind.
So she walked away from the door, back facing Vanille.
"Wait!" said Vanille as she followed her out of the room, in her top and panties. 'Our leader's gorgeous, but she is...really sexy tonight. Ugh, must be the drink talking, but...still liking what I see if that's the case.'
Grabbing her arm, the touch sent electric shocks through the ex-soldier's body, piercing through her senses, despite her natural affinity for the element. She had to resist. She already had been violated twice...because of Fang!
That bitch.
Eyes narrowing, she turned on the younger Pulsian and scathingly said, "What was it?"
Confused, but having an inkling of what she meant, she only replied, "...was it a drink?"
"So you're in on it too!"
Vanille gulped, "It's not what you think--hey!"
Lightning grabbed her arm; she tried pulling away but her grip was too strong.
"This will be your punishment." Overwhelmed with residual effects, mainly desire, her lips were on hers, pressed roughly against Vanille's.
Her lips were softer than she expected.
"Mmph!" Vanille squealed out, as Light deepened the kiss, until the Pulsian had to step away for air.
One hand behind her head, the strawberry blonde continued her assault upon her mouth. Tongue licking across her teeth, wanting entrance. She acquiesced to her demand, and if she focused hard, she would be seeing stars.
"Does she kiss you like this?"
To drive home her statement, she leaned forward again, and this time it's harder and faster as she quickly pulled away when Vanille responded, instead sucking on her bottom lip. Her hand trailed down the curve of her hips and went further back, cupping her bum. It wasn't long before her other hand joined in hooking on the backs of her thighs before lifting her up. She grounded herself against Vanille, thin material of her panties the only barrier, getting soaked with all the rubbing.
"Does she touch you like this?" Lightning hissed out, as she jutted out her hips some more in an effort to get closer to the woman.
Vanille couldn't decide if she should be indignant or aroused by the display of possessiveness, pure dominance coming from the ex-soldier. 'Do I want her love?' She mused, as the thought of their stoic leader being intimate with anybody was nigh on impossible. And yet here she was.
Next thing she knew, she's on the floor, legs spread, waiting to be fucked. She didn't even realize her panties were gone. The strawberry blonde then nipped at her inner thighs, slowly ascending the slope of the curve leading to the apex. Tongue teasing her slick entrance, she's trembling and aching, trying to thrust in deeper.
In her mind, she understood. Light was just out for revenge against Fang. The question right now though is 'does she want it?' Her love and revenge?
Her tongue slipped in, curling, lapping at her inner walls.
It didn't last long though, as the couple were interrupted by a voice eerily close by.
"What, ya not gonna ask 'does she fuck you like this?'"
Lightning stopped what she was doing, as the other Pulsian slid her naked body over hers, wrapping her arms around her waist, licking the shell of her ear. She stiffened, fully aware that it was Fang...again.
That was just fucking great.
"Hmm...guess the last time wasn't enough?" She smirked.
What she wouldn't do to knock the damned smirk off her face. Thinking quickly, she let go of Vanille's thighs, snapped her head back and relished inwardly as it connected with Fang's cheek, breaking the hold.
An opening, and she took it. Still in a crouching position, she arched one foot in a legsweep, throwing off Fang's balance even further. On her back, Lightning pounced on top. Just repaying the favor.
If Fang would let her. Bracing herself, she put up a decent resistance against the ex-soldier's...advances. Damn, was she fiesty. Lifting a leg up as a barrier between the two bodies, and Lightning was struggling to pin her arms, but making little progress.
"If I knew ya were going to be like this...I woulda make ya drink sooner."
"Go fuck yourself."
"Only if ya offering," and Fang is looking appreciatively at all of Lightning's naked glory.