Thread: Learning How to Fly (ClearSight x Vawnie Bear)

Something about Fang really prodded at Lightning's composure, even under her normal guise of completely cold soldier she found it difficult to remain calm in the company of the woman settling in beside her. She narrowed her eyes as she looked over after the 'Sunshine' was spoken and referring to her. Lightning had never been fond of being spoken to so familiarly, the only person she allowed to speak to her with little pet names or any sort of playfulness at all was Serah, though Snow often pushed his luck by referring to her in different ways. Snow was an enthusiastic guy though, he cared for her sister and while Lightning often found herself dumb struck there was a more familial meaning behind his gestures of closeness, as unwanted as they still were. With Fang there was something more predatory about what she said and it sent every finely honed sense of Light's into a defensive frenzy. She said nothing however, a pensive glare that was more show than containing any serious thought, showed on her features. She was however watching Fang's actions, observing as the woman played with her drinks, the Pulse, a drink Lightning had never tried but seen enough times to know few people drank it regularly, and enough to know nobody drank it in the same manner Fang was going about the task. There was something titillating about the entire process, longer slender digits playfully dipping themselves into the liquid before passing it through those ever teasing lips. Lightning barely caught herself staring, eyes fixated on Fang's lips as she licked and finally partook of the drink as a whole. The process was mystifying, especially in Lightning's current state as her repressed interest slowly drifted to the surface. A heat was rising up in lightning, from her toes to her cheeks and when Lightning finally turned to her only then did she snap out of her trance of sorts, head muddled from her alcoholic pursuits but at the same time why she was looking stood out above the fog. She cursed in her head, fighting herself with every intention of getting up and storming out, pushing at the ever lingering curiosity that begged to be unleashed. Her pale-aqua eyes gave hints at which side of her arguing conscious was winning as they looked over Fang slowly, soaking it in even as she resisted still. Rationale thinking would not win out, Lightning was already too intoxicated for that avenue of thought and before she knew what she was doing, without thinking things through, she looked towards the bartender and ordered another of her usual drinks, a strong dry drink that fit her personality quite well. It spoke towards her intentions well enough, that she was going to take the challenge Fang had initiated with her gorgeous eyes, and gorgeous being the word that passed through Lightning's head had her concerned she was in over her head. Yet she was too stubborn to reevaluate, to think about her current condition or deny the budding attraction she had for Fang, and so she turned to look at the woman, eyes locking to Fang's as she held her drink up to her lips and took a long slow sip. Lightning's mind had made a decision, almost without her knowledge, and as her eyes peered into Fang's she inadvertently signaled an interest she had done so well to hide previously, or at least an interest she had believed to be unknown to Fang. As she finished her newest drink, several elongated sips with her peering over the glass at Fang, her eyes drifted downwards, back to those salacious lips. Images of that playful pink tongue dotted her mind and she found herself swallowing as heat surged through her body, as more than pent up attraction began to bubble beneath her beautiful skin. I'm not very social and it's been awhile since I've had company... You're going to have to help me re-acclimate to it. She spoke in an almost coy manner, not betraying the little mysterious ruse they were playing at but her understanding of the situation was clear enough and in her current state she had been tempted enough to probe Fang and pursue her curiosity, follow those bubbling desires. Besides, after her day, and many days previous, Lightning was rather desperate for company of some sort, even if she had ignored it for as long as she had. A finger traced a circle around her empty glass as her eyes averted from Fang's for a moment, a hint of embarrassment peaking through before her calm strength returned and her eyes met Fang's again, once again giving Fang the reigns, Lightning still refusing to give up on the guise she had going, the last remnants of the rebellion against her decision. Oh how difficult of a situation it was for Lightning, luckily her multitude of drinks, and her most recent one, were helping her every step of the way.