i dont particularly like the way this came out..my apologies
"You're doing it again, Sunshine." The sergeant roughly cupped the older woman's chin in her palm, turning her so they were eye to eye once more. "You're not paying attention to me at all. Am I that boring?"
Lightning didn't wait for an answer as she crashed her lips against hunters in a demanding kiss, the hand that held her chin slowly trailing lower and giving her a shove against her sternum. Fang's grunt was swallowed in Lightning's throat as the woman's back hit the bed. Clearly the pink haired girl didn't care they now had an audience and with the way the older woman was writhing under her, she didn't seem to mind either.
While Fang's body had no problem overriding her brain, it didn't stop it from screaming at her.
Lightning. Sex. Vanille. Bloody fuck, Vanille!
Said red head watched on with growing interest. She wasn't blind; she knew Fang had a thing for Lightning. She knew it in the way the huntress' hard glare would soften when talking to the soldier, or the way Fang's eyes would light up when the two were in a heated yet playful sparring match. No, Vanille was not blind to her friend's ever growing affection for the pink haired warrior. She just didn't think it was this deep.
The younger Oerban snapped out of her reverie, a light blush colouring her cheeks when she looked up into smoldering azure eyes. Had she really just been staring at Fang and Light groping each other?
"Vanille. C'mere." The soldier's voice was uncharacteristically slurred, Vanille noted.
Oh my god, they're trashed. I'm going to kill Lebreau if I make it out of here alive.
The young girl closed her eyes as she slowly willed her legs to move forward, the ragged hisses of "Fuck, Lightnin'…" making her ears ring. She'd never heard Fang sound so…so…primal outside of battle let alone in the bedroom!
Satisfied for the moment when Vanille moved towards them Light sunk her fingers into Fang's wild mane. Hungrily, the sergeant took her bottom lip between her teeth and pulled suggestively, the huntress growling and writing in response. She wanted Fang to take her, to dominate her. It was tiring being the strong one, of putting on the emotionless face and bearing it. She wanted to feel god damn it, and one minor interruption wasn't going to change that.
Fang's emerald orbs pierced into Vanille's with a lustful gaze as the girl hesitantly knelt on the bed. Their eyes never left the others, even as Lightning pulled back to lay a kiss on the hunter's brow. Fang blinked, her eyes now on the sergeant above her.
But Lightning turned her attention to the younger Oerban, quickly and roughly snatching the girl by one of her many necklaces and tugging. With a startled yelp the red head came tumbling forward, the sergeant easily catching her in waiting arms. Tilting her head and leaning in, Lightning's searing lips crashed with Vanille's to kiss her parted ones, Vanille whimpering in return at the growing ache spreading between her legs, kissing back with closed eyes.
Fang watched, transfixed, as the two women she came to love in her life shared a hungry kiss, her own arousal sparking at Vanille's desperate whines.
For Vanille her body felt like a raging inferno. Lightning had both her tiny wrists in one hand, the other savagely ripping at the furs around her waist. She had tried to resist at first, wiggling in the soldier's unrelenting grasp. But when Light leaned even closer, wet lips pressed to her ear and huskily whispered "Behave. You want this just as much as I do…as much as Fang does," the girl whimpered piteously and surrendered to the torturous pleasure that, yes, she wanted, needed so desperately.
"T-there's a distinct line between—" Vanille yelped as Lightning's teeth started to work at her pulse point, tongue flickering over the twitching skin, "—between want and need."
The sergeant pulled back just enough to let her breathe skim over the skin mere inches from her lips. "Yea…and you need me."
Answering with nothing but a moan Vanille tangled slim fingers into cotton candy hair, holding the soldier firmly in place as she fiercely worked at her neck and shoulder. Lime green locked onto bright viridian, the younger Oerban arching into Lightning's heated body but eyes staying trained on Fang. The warrior bit her lower lip then and stifled a moan of her own when Vanille finally closed her eyes and gave into the sergeants vigorous ministrations with a contented sigh.
"Good girl." Lightning purred into the red head's ear, kissing the area just below. With a gentle shove the girl was on her back. "You're ok with a little variety, right Vanille?" The solider gave an uncharacteristic smirk as she climbed atop the younger girl, "Or is Fang the only one who gets to play?" Deft fingers traced a searing trail up the girl's thigh, stopping just below the fur pelt of her skirt.
Vanille, cheeks a shade brighter than her hair, slipped a shaky hand around the soldier's neck and tugged, a full pout on pink lips. "L-Lightning…" She was already squirming and the pinkette had yet to begin.
Said commando grinned. "You sound just like Fang when she begs."
The warrior huffed, climbing to her knees. "Don't forget about me now, ladies." She snaked her arms around a startled Lightning, hands brushing the underside of each breast. The soldier sucked in a harsh breath, body unintentionally arching into the warrior's body, a low moan slipping past parted lips.
Fang chuckled and gave the commando a squeeze, lips fastening around a reddened earlobe. Emerald eyes burned into her Oerban counterpart. "Come and get it, love."
Vanille shifted, lifting herself up on her elbows and gave a wicked grin to the now panting soldier.
foreplay i can handle. full on smut, not so much (sweatdrop)