[Fanfic] To Learn Something New (ch 22)

Title: To Learn Something New

Author: Vianna Orchidia / Annasthacy Chashyme
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIII Series
Character: Lightning Farron, Hope Estheim
Rating: M
Genre: General
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy XIII is property of Square Enix. I do not own the series and the characters, and I do not gain any profit from this fanfiction

Warning: Glorious smut ahead. Go back if you're underage.

chapter /chap·ter/ n one of the main sections of a book; a period of time that is very different from the period of time before it

Hope pulled back from his woman, lips tingling with the aftertaste of rosebud and a little piece of heaven, while his eyes fluttered open just in time to catch the subtle way his woman's slightly puckered lips following his, as if asking for another kiss then another and another—

He gasped. She gasped.

They stayed in lingering silence after both were lucid enough to sit straight again—eyes not really meeting but their fingers intertwining. Hope greedily sucked in air to calm his one-hundred-per-second heartbeat. He still felt like he's awake in a dream. The slender hand in his grasp still felt like something he conjured up in his mind only. The taste of her lips was fading away and he fought with all his might to stop his body from leaning in to find hers again. This was too much; he was becoming overwhelmed.

“Hope.” Her voice was loud, clear, maybe a little detached because there was this edge of desire there—but clear nonetheless. She demanded immediate attention. To which he answered almost involuntarily. “This is real,” she then whispered, to him as much as to herself. “I'm real.”

And Hope knew it. It just felt odd, to have her this close, to have her lips' taste on his, after one thousand years of waiting and grieving. He was so used to being alone, being unattached to other people for the later part of his life, so the intimate company (of hers, to top) was still unfamiliar. It was an unfamiliarity he was more than welcome to adapt to, though. A beginning of a new chapter he was more than glad to write about, alongside this woman he loved oh so very much...

So he nodded. Squeezed her hand once, then mumbled, “Light, I...”

“Shh.”

After that they fell back into silence, now more comfortable than haunting. But both knew there was that tension inside their brief touch. (A good tension, Hope surmised with a wry smile.) He wanted to kiss her again. Perhaps kiss somewhere beside her lips (everywhere beside her lips sounded good enough). The want hit him in torrential waves that it scared him a little, though a part of him reasoned that it was normal because they were male and female and human, humans had needs and feelings—

He lifted their intertwined hands, and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her knuckle. That seemed to broke the trance between them and spurred things into action: Lightning all but threw herself onto his lap with an audible inhale, Hope crushed her body into his until they both moaned. (Was that her breasts? And her hips was sensually pushing against his. Damn it felt good.)

Moans and sighs filled the room. When he pulled back, and this time his woman wasted no time to latch her lips onto his neck instead, Hope wondered briefly if the neighbors could hear them. But, well, his was such an elite apartment so there was no way the walls could be that thin—he never heard anything from his neighbors either, so yeah—and with that answer, he focused back to his lovely lover who was apparently busy unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers. Hope always thought that nothing could deter this woman, at least not something as earthly as undressing her partner, but there was the proof of his wrong. He caressed the small of her back as he watched her work.

Lightning was so beautiful.

“Do you want to watch me undress, or you gonna do it yourself?”

Her clipped voice pulled Hope from his reverie, and he smiled nervously. He barely realized that his shirt was now one foot from the couch. It was now her turn. Of course he was going to do it, undressing this gorgeous woman was one of what his dreams were about, after all. Giving her mouth a soft kiss as apology, he easily pushed her white coat off her body. The simple sleeveless shirt she wore underneath met the same fate in a matter of seconds too.

As he worshiped the bare skin above her bra with kisses, Hope heard her small laugh. He looked up questioningly.

“I see you have latent skill of baring a woman, Hope,” she remarked, amused, with cheeks and ears and neck painted slightly red. Her eyes was shining with lust, hard and obvious even through the layer of rose-colored bangs. If Hope had thought she was beautiful, now she was sexy and seducing.

Lightning brushed the platinum strands of his hair, slowly massaging his shoulders, all the while wearing that cheeky-but-hot-as-fuck smile. Her hips made shallow moves against his. Groaning, Hope could feel the rush of blood primarily inhabiting his face now heading south. He knew she knew that he had a full erection now.

“Fuck, Light, I want to take your pants off too.”

The blatant need inside his words and voice sent shivers along her spine—he could feel it under his fingers, still seeking home on the base of her back. She kissed him, hard, then taunted in his ear, “Who said you can't?”

Taking it as an encouragement, Hope shifted and pushed his woman back until she was sandwiched between the couch and his body. He snaked his hands on her bottom, hooking fingers on the hem of her khaki pants and pulled them down her legs, only to throw them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. The sight of her almost naked was a major turn on, Hope decided. The expanse of soft, creamy skin was tantalizing, and the knowledge that it's now his to touch freely made his member twitch in excitement. He let his hands roam everywhere on her body while his lips were busy containing all sounds from her small mouth. He reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, and then moved lower to take her underwear off. Once the last of her clothes was safely tucked on the floor, Hope pulled back just enough and stared, his jaw slack and a string of saliva running down his chin.

Lightning squirmed under the weight of his eyes. “Do you... do you like what you see?” she stumbled upon her words.

The platinum head raised an eyebrow. “Like? Light, this is all I've ever wanted for a millennium.” Noting the way his woman narrowed her eyes, Hope sheepishly added, “all right, maybe not really a millennium; only after I was old enough.”

She sighed. “I can't believe you went on for literally a thousand years loving me...”

“Me neither. To be honest, I thought it was a mere crush that would fade quickly, or that I'd get tired of it and just move on... But you see, my heart didn't agree.” Hope chuckled before leaning down and kissed her cheek. “My heart didn't want to let go.”

Lightning turned her head to catch his lips with hers, and kissed him gently, though not less passionately. “Thanks Hope, for not letting go,” the barest whisper was all she could muster under the onslaught of warmth inside her chest. Her voice was a little shaky. “Now go ahead and claim what should have been yours since a long time ago.”

That was everything he needed to hear. Like a flash he slipped a finger into her wet folds, earning a high-pitched cry from Lightning. At first he wriggled it around her hole, and after familiarizing himself with the interior, he began thrusting it back and forth. His movement was fast and desperate, and he added another finger after a while. His other hand and mouth worked in tandem to give attention to her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, alternating between sucking and circling his tongue around it, while his hand kneaded the breast steadily.

As Hope gave her seamless pleasure on her body, Lightning could only grasp hopelessly on his head, pushing his mouth to take her breast deeper, and bucked her hips in time with his thrusts. She didn't even care to keep her voice in check. And when Hope began rubbing her clit with his thumb, her body tensed even more, without words telling the man that she was going to cum.

Not going to miss her first orgasm with him, Hope gave her nipple a particularly hard suck before pulling back and reaching a vantage point to watch her whole body. He kept his hands moving, assaulting her erogenous points, until Lightning clutched her eyes and screamed his name to the ceiling.

“Yes, oh, Hope!”

The sight (and sound) was almost too much. Lightning was so gorgeous like that.

Hope let her ride her orgasm with slower, gentler thrusts of his fingers. Only when she started squirming uncomfortably did he pulled out, with a kiss on her mouth. “How do you feel?” he asked gently.

“Mmn. That was so good, Hope.” She was slightly out of breath, her temples were drenched with sweat, but you know, she was the best highlight of his life. He wouldn't trade her with anything else. Hope leaned down, letting their foreheads touch, and grinned.

This new chapter was going to be a long, most welcome one. 

A/N: this is the second time I wrote something so explicit (the first one was, like, three years ago... blame teenage hormones) so I know this ain't the best. Do give me comments how to write beautiful smut.