FFXIII

Light footsteps padded into the kitchen and Serah looked up to see her good friend Vanille trudging down the steps, looking extremely frazzled. The poor girl looked a mess; probably no more so than Serah herself did. Hair frizzy and roughed up, Vanille moved with the slow, cautious movements of someone who ached all over and had no relief for their pain. Muscles stiff and taut, her loose clothing hid bite marks and fingernail trails left over her body from hours of beautiful, arousing, unending eons of torturous, continuous pleasure. It was more than Vanille's frail little body could handle, as evidently by her stiff gait, unable to truly loosen her limbs enough not to move like the tin man.

Serah winced on behalf of her friend, wondering what was evidently making Vanille feel so crappy on this particular morning. Serah had her own issues with the breaking daylight and the numerous aches and pains running through own body. It hurt to move. After so much tossing and turning, flipping and squiggling, squirming and writhing under her sister's insatiable prowess, Serah was feeling pretty god-awful too. Trying to be amiable, for it looked like Vanille was having a rough day too, it seemed, Serah cleared her scratchy throat that was still raw from so much screaming and moans and tried to speak in a more cheerful manner. "Hey, Vanille." The noise that emitted from her lips was so dry and scratchy, Serah barely recognized it as actual speaking words, let alone her own.

Vanille looked up and grimaced, the movement causing an ache to spike down through her neck. "Serah." Vanille's voice was a grade drier than usual too, but her tone wasn't as high as it usually was. It'd sort of lowered a pitch, like she, too, was worn out from too much usage of her throat muscles. Vanille meandered over stiffly to the sink before filling herself a glass of tap water and making her way over to table. Vanille let out a breathy, throaty groan as she seated herself in the chair and leaned back to settle herself. Only when she was completely situated and comfortable-or as comfortable as she could be with every nerve in her body aching from too much activity, at least-did Vanille finally open her eyes again and look across the table at Serah.

"You look like shit." Vanille remarked, eying the girl across the table from her and lifting an eyebrow at her companion's outward appearance. Coming from someone who knew she looked just as bad as she felt, too, Vanille felt that meant something.

Serah glanced up tiredly; she couldn't even muster up the strength to be offended at such a declaration-besides, it was true. Serah sniffed, silently agreeing. "You don't look too hot yourself."

Vanille took a long swig of her water in an attempt to wet her poor scratchy throat. The water seemed to pass right on through without doing anything. She waved Serah off. "Rough time getting any rest of late." She tilted her head over to Serah. "What happened to you?"

"I-ehh." Serah grimaced. "Same. Kinda. I...haven't been getting much sleep either." Serah rubbed her brow tiredly as Vanille offered her a sympathetic look. Serah seemed hesitant, but Vanille recognized the look that Serah wanted to go on to talk about something further.

Quirking an eyebrow, Vanille encouraged her to speak her mind. "Something bothering you, Serah?"

Serah looked indecisive for a long moment before biting her bottom lip. "I don't know if it's something I should be talking about, but..." Serah cringed. "Gahh, Vanille! It's just so...bleghh!" She was originally going to say complicated there, but it wasn't really. It was quite easy, in fact, to understand see the dilemma Serah was going through. She was just kind of hesitant to talk about it; but Vanille was her friend and Serah did want to talk about it to someone. It'd been going on for such a dreadfully long time now and she'd kept quiet, but it was starting to wear and eat at her.

"Yes?" Vanille prodded, now curiously intrigued as to what Serah had to say. "Serah...?"

"It's just..." Serah groaned softly and sat back in her chair with a sigh. "Have you ever felt like...like you've been pushed to do too much, Vanille? Like there's that line where you're happy and willing to give everything-and it is nice-Maker, is it glorious, but...I mean, I'm happy to give her everything and there's no better place I rather be than in her arms, but..." so this is about Lightning. Vanille mentally confirmed. "But she's just so-so...ravenous."

Serah winced at how that sounded. "I love it, I really do! Claire means everything to me and I love what she does to me, but...but she's so...hungry." Serah shivered. "Insatiable. When she does me and finishes off, she's ready and already hyping me back up before I can even settle down! And she doesn't get tired of it at all. Even if I'm not the one working on her, I swear, Vanille, she's gone all night long before and well into the day just setting me off again and again and again. I mean, I love it, Vanille, I do! And I love her! But-I can only take so much..." Serah abruptly trailed off, a flush coming up to cover her cheeks as she realized how she'd gone off on a tangent to little Vanille in a little too much detail for what she was comfortable with.

Vanille, however, wasn't chuckling as Serah might have imagined, but was instead slack-jawed gaping at Serah like a stunned little fish. Serah could feel her cheeks warm even more under the other girl's perpetual stare and twitched nervously under the intensity of those eyes. She ventured out softly. "...Vanille?"

"Serah." Vanille gasped before shaking her head violently like a wet dog. "OhmiGod, Serah!"

"What?"

"Fang!" Vanille cried, wanting to stand to her feet for extra dramatics, but too sore to do so. "Fang does the same thing to me, Serah! She's like a damn energy bunny through the night!"

Serah's eyes held the look of zombified horror. "Just keeps going and going and going..."

"And she's just like that too!" Vanille continued, shell-shocked that Serah seemed to have the same problem with Lightning and the fact that she'd never known this. "It doesn't matter who's doing who-it's like she gets the same high pleasure either way! She's just more sadistic about it when she's the one doing me, torturing me for hours so badly I can't even scream by the end of it-and it feels so good, but fal'Cie in a floating vestige!" Vanille cursed. "I can't take that much pleasure in one night!"

"And going and going and going..." Serah continued, hypnotized with her horror.

"I'm just a little person!" Vanille went on. "I don't have the kind of strength or endurance she possesses! I feel like she devours me every night, Serah! She's so excitable! And once she's going-"

"It never stops." Serah finished in a hushed whisper, her eyes haunted. "Never."

"Like a speeding train on a little circular track!" Vanille nodded, agreeing completely with Serah. "I love her to pieces-she's so amazing and takes my breath away every time, but-there's only so many times this little track can be ridden before I'm going to fall to pieces under the pressure! Fang-she's just...she's so strong, Serah, and I don't have all that within me-I'm not a freakin' rabbit!"

Serah's eyes were still glossy with horror. "Bunny." She absently grabbed a white sugar packet and started pretending it was hopping around lazily on the table. Then, she hopped over to the sugar bowl, which she tilted very slightly over the sugar packet. "Happy bunny." Serah proceeded to unceremoniously dump the rest of the sugar all over the packet and bury her hand with it under the mountain of white crystals. Serah's expression pooped out, eyes misted. "Dead bunny."

Vanille wasn't even sure if the girl was consciously realizing what she was doing anymore or what, Serah seemed to be lost in a trance. Vanille was just happy to have someone who shared her dilemma along with her-she was thrilled Serah seemed to be suffering from the same illness! -Not that she wished it upon Serah or anything, but it was relieving to know she wasn't the only girl with a hotass girlfriend who couldn't take such intense levels of heat like this. "And God, the marks!" Vanille proceeded, not seeming to run out of fuel on this topic. "Fang loves to mark me, Serah-so bad. Do you know how much makeup I have to slother on to cover the visible traces she leaves on me? I have cover up all up and down my arms! I won't even get into how high on my legs the bruises go!"

"Grrr!" Serah made a fierce war-face and hooked her fingers in the air like a beast hunting it's prey before dissolving into a hapless little damsel and cowering away. "Meep, mewp, mewp, mewppp!"

"And don't even get me started on the noises!" Vanille shuddered, both in pleasure and pain at the unbearable amounts of sexual energy her lover had in the bedroom. "It's like her goal is to try to make me moan and groan as loud and as often as possible! She doesn't give me a breather between pleasures-taking in all that at once, it's so overwhelming! Like who needs drugs when you've got a woman who'll take you so high every night that the bursting pleasures double over and just don't even make sense anymore! And then! Then she springs up the next day as if she'd gotten a full night's sleep! It's like sex is her sleep!"

Vanille finally glanced over to Serah again to see the girl alarmingly sprinkling sugar all over the table by throwing it up by the handful, trying to dig out her little sugar packet underneath. "Whoa!" Vanille forced herself up-not without great effort and a terrible groan-and raced over to Serah to pull at her arms away from the giant sugar pile on the table. "Serah, settle down!" Her voice didn't seem to be getting through Serah's haze any more than pulling her arms away was so Vanille hauled back and slapped the girl-who almost broke down into tears at the horrible aches that slap sent through her.

"I'm back! I'm back!" Serah huddled away from Vanille, in fear of being slapped again. Vanille checked Serah's eyes and saw only the horror reflected back at her, none of that glassy-eyed hypnotized trance she'd been in a few moments ago. Satisfied that Serah was back with her now, Vanille lowered her arms and took Serah's hands in hers, looking at her earnestly.

"I'm horrified that you have to go through this too, Serah. Who'd have guessed that we, two people from totally different worlds and no connection, would come together and share the commonality that our girlfriends are the most sexually active, hyper bedmates in all of Oerba? Something's just gotta click with you about that."

Serah still looked scared and timid. "And Vanille..." She flinched and, meeting Vanille's eyes for a brief half-a-moment, she looked away quickly. Serah's words were whispered and soft-touched, the horror clearly shining through. "I'm irregular."

Vanille shuddered in true terror at the thought as her heart went out to her friend. Plucking Serah from her seat, Vanille embraced her-softly-and very tenderly patted Serah on the back, trying to reassure her. "God, I am so sorry, Serah." Vanille couldn't imagine how horrifying her nightlife would be if she did not get that one week of relief from Fang's affections per month. The poor Cocoon girl didn't even have that! She must suffer so... "We've gotta do something, Serah."

"Like what?" Serah trembled a little in her arms, shaky. "I'm not due 'till another two months!"

"Not about that." Vanille grunted. "About them. Fang and Lightning. There has to be some magical cure out there somewhere that decreases the sex-drive. I mean, we have talking stones in this world, for heaven's sake! You can't tell me there's not some voodoo plant or something that just-shuts it off-just for a bit." Vanille sighed. "If we could just find a way for them to take out their high sex drive somewhere-something that's not us, that could help...lesson the burden." Vanille let out another sigh, this one longer, wistful. "I do love Fang, Serah. I love her so much. But...I just-I can't keep up with that high level of aggressive sexual energy she has-it's so hard...what do you do with two extremely hot, hyper-sexually aggressive alpha females who just wanna roll around having deliciously unbearable sex all night?"

Serah suddenly stiffened as a decidedly very bad thought came to mind. Vanille pulled back from her and looked into her face, easily seeing Serah become edgy about something else now too. "Serah?" Vanille lifted an eyebrow. "You think of something?"

"Uhh..." Serah bit her lower lip nervously. "...maybe..." the girl was damn fidgety. "I, uhh...I don't know...if it's a legit idea though...I think my brain fried itself in the trance and now these random, crazy thoughts are hitting me and-"

"And?" Vanille interrupted the girl's uncomfortable stalling. "What came to mind?"

Serah hesitated.

"Come onnn." Vanille encouraged. "If it sounds too far-fetched or crazy, I'll just chalk it up to Lightning's making you lose your mind anyway. So out with it! Spill."

"Well..." Serah started uneasily, clearly still hesitant. "We...we both have super-sexually-hyper-active girlfriends, right?" Vanille nodded and Serah coughed. "Well, why don't we...why don't we put them together to tire each other out sexually instead of draining us to husks?"

Vanille paused at the verbalization of the idea and Serah readied herself to be struck again, in case Vanille thought she was going loony once more. Serah soon found, however, that such precautions weren't necessary as Vanille had no intention of hitting her again. Rather, she seemed to be considering the idea. "You mean like...put them together, together? To have sex with each other?"

Serah flinched and shied back a little bit, frightened. "...Yes?"

The thought turned over in Vanille's head again before clicking into place. Hey, you know...that actually might work! Fang, Light, Serah, and I are all good friends with one another-we can go to our girlfriends, tell them what's wrong together so Serah and I don't have to do it alone, then demand they take out their sexual energies on each other and give us a little breather for once! The more Vanille thought of it, the more the idea seemed to click with her. Yeah-and they know we love them, but we can explain to them that we just can't keep up-and Fang and Lightning can use each other to do that when we become too tired! So everybody ends up a happy camper!

"Serah, that idea is brilliant!"

"It is?" Serah peeped.

"Yes!" Vanille gave Serah another brief, quick hug. "You need to go get Lightning, okay? I'll go get Fang and we'll tell 'em, Serah! They can use each other for their sex bunny exploits! Both will be able to keep up and we'll still get our love, just not so overwhelmingly so. In the end, everybody wins!" Vanille was getting into this thought now. "Hurry, Serah!" Vanille ushered her towards the door. "Go get Light and meet me back here in a few minutes-I'll have Fang, then!" Both girls scurried off-scurried as fast as tired bodies would take them-to find their respective lovers and bring them together to break the news. It'd be quite a chapter to remember in the datalogue diaries tonight!

A Few Minutes Later...

Vanille returned to the kitchen, stubbornly pushing a chuckling Fang in front of her who was quite oblivious to the purpose of what Vanille intended. Serah had beat her to the punch; Lightning must have been only a few feet away when she went out to find her-that, or Serah was really damn desperate to shove Lightning off on somebody-because Vanille had only had to go upstairs to fetch her own lover. Stopping when they came to the middle of the kitchen, Vanille appeared from around Fang, who still seemed amused for the moment.

"Hey, Light." Fang greeted her buddy in bright spirits and offered Serah a little wave too. "Serah." Serah meeped shyly, a light blush tinting her cheeks.

Serah's eyes roamed up Fang's lithe, happy countenance and spry-bodied physique. Her heart clenched. Poor Vanille. Next to her, Lightning stood with an arm slung around Serah's shoulders as she played with her little sister's hair absently. "Now, what's this about, Serah?" Lightning asked, fondly stroking the soft skin behind Serah's ear. Lightning had her day off today and she was anxious to be spending it in the warm comfort of Serah's arms. She gave Serah a sideways, knowing smile and Serah shuddered. Lightning was tempted to kiss her right there and then.

Vanille was the one to speak up and address them, perhaps noticing, even though this was Serah's original idea, how shy the girl had become now that their lovers were here. "We've brought you's here today," Vanille started. "To address a growing problem that has come to be inflicted upon us and quite possibly threatens our very lives-Serah's sanity has already been bent and disfigured to this issue and it's something we've both come to realize that we need to discuss with you's-both of you's-because we've thought up a solution to the issue."

Lightning's brow had furrowed and Fang blinked, surprised by the serious turn and concerned as to what this threat was. "What's going on, Vanille?" Lightning asked importantly. "Is Oerba in danger?" Lightning noted Fang stiffening at the question too and searching her little's face for reassurance.

"No, no," Vanille was quick to assure them. "It's nothing like that. It's more...private." Vanille turned to Fang and took her hands in her little ones as she addressed Fang solely, earnestly. "Listen, Fang," Vanille locked eyes with her lover, dazzling jades meeting clear-cut emeralds beautifully. "I love you more than anything in the world. You know that. I couldn't stand to live a day without you, without knowing you'd be there for me to love and hold me and take care of me the way only you know how to-you're my everything and it hurts to even think about life without you-" though, admittedly, it also hurts to live life with you when you have this sky-high sex drive, too. "I love you, okay? I love you, Fang."

Awww, Fang didn't know where the random drive in Vanille was to reassure her of this, but she was touched, Vanille was so sweet. Fang went in to hug and kiss her little, but Vanille stopped her before she could with a step back and holding up a hand. She turned her head over her shoulder to look at Lightning now too. "And Lightning-I'm sure Serah feels the same way about you too. Do you want to say something to her, Serah?"

Serah snuggling in closer to her big, protective sister and squeezed Lightning tight. "I love you, Claire. I love you so much." Lightning's hand dropped to her sister's shoulder and rubbed her back reassuringly. She bent down her head and kissed the top of Serah's softly, cuddling with her sister.

Vanille nodded and stepped back, holding up her arms to both of the two, "That being said...Fang, Lightning," she looked from one to the other before stopping to land on Fang once more. "We can't take it anymore!" Vanille burst out, exasperated. Fang and Lightning both blanched, surprised and still clueless. "You guys are so strong and flowing with rivets of endurance that never seems to wear out and we-Serah and I-we're just not that powerful! You can't toss us around on the bed all night, building and building pleasure upon pleasure, ripping through our small little bodies with such strong, overwhelming force, over and over and over again! We just can't take it! You both are worse than bunnies, you do us so much! We're just little people-fragile little people! My body can't handle being on for such a long, extended period of time without rest!"

"Lightning!" Vanille turned to address the horror-struck looking soldier who'd frozen rigid to the spot as little Serah squeaked and tried to coax a reaction out of her sister. Lightning's icy eyes met Vanille's, but otherwise she stood petrified. "Serah doesn't have a regular period! She has no interval of break, but for every few months! You can't keep pumping her full of the sugar-she's ready to burst!" Lightning's jaw dropped in horror as her eyes flicked over to little Serah for assurance of some sort. Little Serah cowered under her arm, red-faced and guilty of all that Vanille accused.

"And Fang!" Vanille spun on her heels, addressing her own lover now. "I am not a chew toy! There's no better way to turn me on and start us off going, but for serious, now-!" Vanille snagged her fingers up in her turtle neck and dragged down the material far enough to expose all the way down to her shoulder, where the tender flesh of her neck was riddled with numerous bites and the place where her shoulder met her neck looked like a crash zone for the next atomic bomb landing. "I'm as speckled with bruises as Hecatoncheir is blessed with his hands! And trust me, he's got a lot of hands!"

Fang took a step back, abhorred. Am I-have I been hurting Vanille?

Does Serah not like the way I touch her? Both girls were mortified.

Vanille took a deep breath. "It's not that we don't love you's. We do, so much! And it's not like we don't like the sex, either-I mean, come on, it's sex with the two most beautiful, talented, wonderful women in all of Oerba." Fang and Lightning both breathed a soft sigh of relief before coloring a little at Vanille's offhand compliments. "We're just saying that we can't go all night and well into the dusk of the next day flipping and writhing around on the bed with you's-we're not that strong!"

"Vanille..." Fang's heart ached.

"I'm so sorry, Serah." Lightning held her younger close too, eyes brimming with worry, regret and fear as she held Serah shoulder-length from her, voice cracking along with Fang's. "I-I thought you liked it..."

"I do like it, Claire!" Serah insisted. "There's no one I rather share a bed with or tremble in their arms-no one. I love the way you make me feel and how hungry you are for me! I just...I...sometimes it's...it's just a lot to be brought so high every night..."

Lightning grabbed Serah in her arms and hugged her close, squeezing softly as Serah nestled her face in Lightning's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Serah." Lightning apologized, again and again, "I'm so, so sorry."

Serah hugged Lightning back warmly. "It's okay, Claire. I love you. I love you more than anything! I'll always love you."

Behind them, Fang and Vanille were having a somewhat similar discussion...sortof... "So you like getting bit and me being rough with you-and it's the ultimate turn on-but you don't want me to do that anymore?"

"No, Fang!" Vanille cried, flustered. "It's not like that! I love the things you do to me, the way you make me feel, the heat you rage through me..." Vanille's eyes went glazed as she started to daydream for a minute. After a few seconds, Vanille shook herself to get rid of the daydream and return to their conversation. "You're perfect in bed, Fang, perfect."

Fang crossed her arms over her chest offendedly. "Why do I sense a 'but' about to be added to that? If you say I'm perfect, there shouldn't be a 'but.'"

"Fang!" Vanille groaned. "Do you even realize how sexually hyper you are? Normal people don't have sex every night of the week and weekend!--let alone going all night doing it! You want me always, which is great, but-like workbreak!" Vanille pointed out, spotting something that might get through to Fang. "You call me up to do me on your workbreak!"

"What's wrong with that?" Fang asked defensively. "Lots of people do that, Vanille."

"Yes, but lots of people don't make eight workbreaks in a day just so they can go do their girlfriend inbetween each one! You're like an animal laying claim to me every spare moment you get! We're supposed to have sex, Fang, we aren't supposed to mate! I feel like you could get me pregnant from sheer persistence of just doing me so much!"

"I'm not oversexed, Vanille!" Fang grunted, aggravated. "There are tons of people who have sex just as much as we do!"

"Yeah? Name one!"

Fang gestured. "Lightning and Serah!"

"And look how tortured that poor girl is! She's spilling sugar and counting bunnies 'till the day she's blessedly going to have her period! Lightning doesn't count-she's just as weirdly oversexed as you. Probably the only exception in all of Cocoon!"

"Are you trying to say you're as weak as these squishy Cocoon people? That you can't take my love, Vanille?"

"That's exactly what I'm trying to say, Fang!" Vanille hollered back, frustrated. "I don't have the strength or endurance stats to match you! Know how I go to bed with you wearing three Wurzite bangles on my arm? That's not for decoration! That's to make sure you don't drain my health so bad that I pass out on you in the middle of sex!"

Fang gawked, appalled. "What?"

"It's like my 5-Hour Behemoth energy-even with them, it's hard to stay up sometimes! You're so wild, Fang! I love you to death, but you can't-you can't do all that stuff to me all the time!"

Fang's expression was falling rapidly now as she came to realize the true extent of Vanille's crisis. Her lover wasn't complaining about how she did her or Fang's love-just that she couldn't take all that Fang had to give to her. It was starting to hurt a little too, knowing how overtaxed Vanille was when Fang was just trying to show her how much she loved her. "Vanille..." Fang's hurt mumble reflected in her shiny, broken eyes and Vanille felt a stab of guilty pain run through her. She rushed forward to her lover and embraced Fang tightly.

"Fang." Hugging the taller woman to her, Vanille tried to squeeze all the reassurance back into Fang's cocksure ways. "Baby, I love you! And I love the way you love me. I wish I was stronger and sturdier for you! I'm just not-and I can't-I still want you to love me just as you do, because I'd never stop loving you like that either, just-to a lesser third degree in the physical love department..."

"Vanille..." Fang breathed, her heart breaking. What've I done to her? "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Vanille."

"Shhh," Vanille hushed her. "None of that. You don't have to apologize for loving me, Fang. I love you, too." And just to prove it, Vanille found her mouth and gave Fang an emotional, sensual kiss. Fang hesitated, but when Vanille urged her on by encouragingly biting her bottom lip, Fang kissed her back long and hard with the degree of intensity that she knew Vanille loved. Vanille pulled back after a moment, groaning. "Ughhnn." She exhaled heavily. "Don't set me off now today, baby, I'm so sore..."

Fang apologetically kissed the top of Vanille's little forehead. "I'm still sorry."

Vanille cupped Fang's cheek and rubbed the smooth skin there she loved so much. "I still love you."

Fang smiled softly and Vanille offered a reassuring grin back. Pulling away from Fang, Vanille held her lover's hand tugged her forward, over to where Lightning and Serah were finishing up their own cuddling. Lightning and Serah both looked up to the two others from where they'd apparently been making up. The two separated from their embrace-kinda, with Lightning taking up position behind Serah, protective arm wrapped around her stomach and Serah cuddling back into her older sister comfortably. "Hey..."

Vanille smiled warmly at the shy blushing Serah as she looked up at the other two then back to Fang. "Now that we've got that outta the way." Vanille smiled happily. "Serah and I figured out a method that can help you two have sex all you want while not hurting us in the process!"

One carefully-crafted eyebrow lifted on both Fang and Lightning's face to look at the little redhead again. "Oh?"

"And what is that?" Fang asked, hoping she didn't sound as eager as she felt at Vanille's words. She loved her poor Vanille to death and would take it easy on her if that's what her lover needed, but it wouldn't exactly be a comfortable fix for her high sex drive.

Vanille smiled, friendly, and nodded over to Lightning. "You can do her," Fang choked, "-and she can do you, too." Lightning choked too as Vanille went on to explain. "You can clean up all the excess sex-drive for each other that Serah and I can't take."

"What?" Lightning's eyes were wide with disbelief and Fang felt the horror seeping in again.

"You's," Vanille re-clarified, as if they didn't understand what she meant the first time she'd said it. "Can do each other!"

"V-Vanille, that's-that's-"

"Brilliant?" Vanille finished. "Yeah, it was Serah's idea."

Lightning looked down at her little sister and eternal lover in absolute horror at Vanille's words. "This was your idea?"

Serah was suddenly nervous all over again and trembled, cowering. "I-we-it-it made sense!" Serah tried desperately to explain. "You both love sex so much, but Vanille and I-we can't keep up! But-just because-because we're not as sexified as you both, doesn't mean you should have to suffer too! I don't want you to be all sexually frustrated and wanting more, Claire!"

Lightning just stared at her, mouth agape.

"That was the thought process." Vanille nodded to an equally shell-shocked Fang. "We both know you guys want and possibly need to be having sex as often as you do-well, we don't want to cripple you! So we decided, both Serah and me, that it'd be okay for you guys to sleep with each other when the sex-frenzy mood hits and we can't keep up with you's."

Fang and Lightning just gawked. Serah's heart tugged at her and she turned around to face her sister. Lightly running her fingers over Lightning's jaw, Serah brought big sis's attention back down to her. "Claire," Serah's fingers trailed up Lightning's cheek as she caressed big sis's jawline. "Look, Claire, I know you love me and I wish I was strong enough to keep up with you, but I'm not." Serah's voice wavered. "I just don't have the same kind of endurance and drive that you do. But I know how much you love sex- Eden!-how you love sex! You crave it just as much as Fang does!" Lightning opened her mouth to speak, but Serah quickly continued, running over her. "What I mean is, I know the heat hits you a lot, Claire, and just because I can't do it, I don't want you to go without. That's like, torturing you, and it'd make me feel bad."

"Serah," Lightning breathed, lifting her own hand to Serah's cheek, where her sister proceeded to nuzzle into the gentle touch. "I like sex with you. You turn me on so much that I want to have it-not just because I'm so...sexually needy. You make me that way. I crave you, baby. You're my little one. I love you."

Serah's heart squished and she grabbed Lightning around the back to embrace her sister tightly. "I know, Claire, I know. If you don't want to, you don't have to at all. I just thought...I think it could be good for you, having someone else match you in bed and I'm not hurt by it if you wanted to try...which I do think you should do." Serah added. "'Cuz I think you'll get super-stressed and hassled if we're not doing it as much, so it'd be a good relief...just to try..."

"Well...how 'bout we video tape it and save to watch together later? Something we can do together. To make it more...for us." Fang suggested, still hassled with the thought that Vanille wanted her to screw Lightning.

"Uhh," Vanille's eyes flickered to Lightning guiltily and back before she blushed. "You, uhh...might have to confirm that one with Lightning before you shoot ahead with that one, Fang."

"I just..." Fang ran a hand through her hair in frustration. "You want me to sleep with Lightning, Vanille. I'm just..."

"I know it sounds out there," Vanille nodded, biting her bottom lip tentatively. "But I know how you are, Fang, and I know you never would have meant to hurt me with too much sex, that you're just showing me how you love me-and I don't want you to have to struggle or be harassed without it. We'll still sleep together a lot more than the average couple-just when I can't handle it, I don't want you to be alone with your heat. And Lightning's just as bad as you-and it just so happens that we're all good friends here, which works out great! 'Cuz then, if you have sex with Lightning for all the excess energy you have, you won't be stressed out or anything. And she's our friend-and she's pretty damn hot too, if we're being honest. I bet you can do some pretty intense stuff with her that you couldn't even do with me, if you wanted! What'tya say, Fang?"

"You're making me feel like such a man, Vanille." Fang shuddered. "I can control myself and still be okay-even if I'm not having sex with you as much as I want."

"You say that now, Fang, but you and me both know how irritable you can get when you don't have a good screwing to spruce up your morning."

"Guhh."

"I think you should just try it," Vanille encouraged. "Just to see." Vanille tugged on her hand. "Come now,"

Fang blinked as Vanille pulled her back over to where Lightning and Serah had clearly made up and were kissing sensually, gentle and slow. "You want to try something between us now?" Fang gawked.

"Might as well," Vanille confirmed. "If this becomes a regular thing between you two, you're going to have to get past the awkwardness of kissing Light. Might as well do that now." Vanille squeezed her hand and waited patiently for Serah and Lightning to finish up. They stood for a long moment, watching them as the sisters kissed. The intensity of the kiss didn't escalate beyond smooth, sweet and caring, but Lightning was edging to deepen their kiss every now and again. Vanille gestured. "See? That is why you and Lightning would get along so well-both of you just crave us so much, you can't help yourselves but to slip between our legs every time we're not looking."

Fang colored a little and the two girls patiently waited for Lightning and Serah to finish up. A few moments later, when neither showed signs of stopping though Serah was groaning so loud and bad that Vanille made sure the door was shut, Vanille cleared her throat loudly to gather their attention. The two Farrons broke apart with a last, lingering kiss and Serah blushed shyly at the two spectators they found to be watching their performance. She coughed lightly at Vanille's knowing look. "..Sorry."

"So it's not entirely Lightning's fault that she can't keep her hands off of you." Serah's blush deepened and she curled back into her sister, who protectively curled an arm around her again and held her.

Lightning cleared her throat, not seeming embarrassed at being watched kiss her little sister, but rather monosyllabic in the resounding quiet. "So now what?"

Vanille was smirking at poor little blushing Serah again now. "Did you guys decide to try it...or was Serah getting other plans about how to solve this?" Serah squeaked embarrassedly and curled further into big sis, who rubbed a hand up and down her shoulder reassuringly.

"We..." Serah glanced up at Lightning for reassurance and felt her sister squeeze her shoulder. "We thought we'd try it out, see if it works out..."

"Well, good!" Vanille cheered. "Fang agreed to try it too!"

Serah nodded and dropped her hand into Lightning's as she pulled away from her sister. She gave Lightning's hand a good squeeze as she looked up at her sister. "Well...good luck, Claire!"

"Yeah..." Lightning snorted, lifting her gaze up to Fang with a half-strained look. Fang was hesitant now too and neither girl took a step towards the other. Vanille tugged on Fang's arm, but it didn't seem to motivate the two into action as they awkwardly averted their gazes to the floor and ceiling and walls, anything but each other or their littles.

Vanille huffed in aggravation. "Oh, for heaven's sakes you two!" Rounding behind Fang, Vanille pushed the other woman forward forcibly-almost right into Lightning, who reached out her arms to Fang's shoulders to help steady the other woman before she collapsed on her. "Just kiss already! Now is not the time to puss out on us!"

Fang lifted her head from where she'd almost collided into Lightning's shoulder and found their faces very close now. She gave a nervous little laugh. "Heh...hey, Light..."

Lightning seemed just as uncomfortable and shifted awkwardly before casting her eyes over in the direction of her sister, clear uncertainty written across her features. "It's okay," Serah assured her encouragingly. She grinned suddenly. "Picture her in her underwear if it helps."

Vanille winked. "Trust me-it helps."

Fang chuckled lightly at that, still a little hesitantly nervous herself. She'd flirted with Lightning before, sure, and the girls had traded innuendos, but everybody knew where Lightning and Fang's hearts belonged and nothing had ever sprung further than just playful flirting. Now faced with the real concept of kissing each other-doing each other, if Vanille and Serah had their way, it was a slightly different ballpark. Fang figured she would be the one to initiate here because Lightning was just going to keep chancing glances over to Serah all night if she left it up to the soldier.

Bringing her arms up to drape on Lightning's shoulders as she curled her hands behind the soldier's neck, Fang felt Lightning shift uncomfortably again as she smiled at her friend warmly, eyes sparkling. Lightning still seemed nervous and Fang saw her gulp consciously. Fang found herself wondering if Lightning had ever kissed anyone besides Serah before; Fang certainly hadn't of had anyone other than Vanille, she figured it very well might be the same for shifty Lightning.

Lightning's eyes still were darting all over the place, but when Fang's arms rested on her shoulders and her hands curled around the back of her neck, Lightning's gaze riveted to the other woman's and their gazes met and held. Fang was smiling faintly, a little amused by their predicament. Both hesitant to work on their girlfriend's word to kiss someone else and both a little uneasy about the prospect. Fang saw Lightning's eyes drop down and accidentally fall on Fang's breasts before zipping back up to her face with a faint pink tinting her cheeks.

Fang was a beautiful woman, there was no denying that. Anyone with eyes could see it. Lightning had spoken of Fang to Serah before the woman returned from crystal stasis and even Serah admitted she sounded lovely too. To deny that Fang was beautiful was ridiculous, like denying that she was a good friend of Lightning's. Lightning was comfortable with her and all, after all she'd fought with Fang at her back, depending on her many times. She'd just never quite been thrown into a serious romantic situation like this with her before...

Fang, in turn, thought Lightning to be very attractive to, but with Vanille, she had eyes for no one else. It wasn't that she couldn't appreciate Lightning's great beauty, she knew Lightning was quite a person-inside and out-but their flirtations were never quite taken seriously or anything. They each had theirs and so, the two had never really thought about each other in terms like that, exactly, though it wasn't exactly a turn off. Lightning was beautiful, bright, intelligent and shared a lot of the same things in common that Fang did. It wasn't weird to think of Lightning in a sexy light-the girl had it all going for her. Just a little strange considering that they had and loved their own littles too.

"You ready for this, Light?" Fang asked kindly, still softly smiling at the predicament both of them found themselves in.

From the right of them, there was a szzuuvvrrpp! noise and both girls, faces still close, turned to look over and see Vanille sucking up some drink from a straw noisily. Vanille kicked her legs, sitting on the edge of the kitchen table with Serah right beside her as the two waited for the action to commence. "Yup," Vanille put the drink down somewhere behind her. "Still waiting..."

"Pushy, pushy." Fang was widely grinning now as she turned back to Lightning and looked into those azure blues that were sideways watching Serah. "Light." Lightning's eyes flicked back over to Fang and Fang gave her a little nod too before she leaned in just a little closer, warningly. Lightning sucked up a fast breath, but didn't step back as Fang leaned down and tilted her head. Lightning felt a warm pressure on her mouth as insisting lips toyed with hers. It wasn't forceful, but slow and testing the waters, methodically moving against Lightning's mouth, deepening the kiss against her. Lightning was hesitant and slow to react, still probably thinking about Serah at the table, but she told the girls she'd try and Fang had done the hard work of initiating. Tentatively, still slow and deliberate, Lightning nipped back.