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Three Shades of Pink	By : DrakeClawfang Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XIII Views: 15678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hope flipped through the TV guide. It was just before noon, most of the content on was talk shows and kid shows. He stood and looked over his stack of movies for a DVD. Something quiet, preferably, he felt like maybe taking a nap on his couch.
It had been two days since he had woken up handcuffed to his bed with a cute but potentially psychotic neighbor grinning down at him. He had finally slept in that same bed just the previous night, spending the day before that with a fan in the doorway and the window open. When he had woken up the morning after Lumina left he had gone back into the room to find it still smelled of roses and the petals were still scattered over the bed and floor. He had cleaned them up and set up the fan and window to air out the room.
However, even on the sofa, sleep was not coming easy to Hope the past two nights. His dreams were filled with girls with pink hair and lips that tasted of licorice and cherries. Yesterday he had resorted to a cold shower to quench the burning in his body he had woken up with. He went about his normal life, loitering around his apartment since his new job didn’t start until the week after next. With nothing substantial to distract him, he couldn’t get Serah and Lumina out of his head. Sleeping in his bed or the couch just reminded him that in the space of less than a week, two of his neighbors had tried to seduce him in those same locations. Though maybe “seduce” wasn’t the right word to use for what Lumina had done…
I guess I could try asking one of them out. Hope considered that possibility seriously for a moment, and then dismissed it. Serah just wanted sex, she had said so herself. She seemed nice enough, but she had made her intentions clear. Lumina, attractive though she was, she just frightened Hope after the other night. He might take her out for lunch and wake up hanging from her bedroom ceiling by his ankles or something. Which was another contributory factor to having trouble sleeping. He was seriously looking into getting a chain lock for his door.
There was a knock at his door, and Hope looked up. Standing up, he moved to the door and looked through the peephole. A familiar head of pink hair was waiting on the doorstep. He pulled it open and recoiled, crying out in surprise with wide eyes.
“Hello to you too,” Lightning said dryly. Hope’s neighbor was wearing nothing more than a fluffy pink bathrobe and slippers. Her hair was damp and matted to her head, her skin flushed red.
“Um, Lightning! Hi,” Hope said, recovering. “Uh… can I help you?”
“The hot water in our shower went out.” Lightning jerked a thumb over her shoulder. “Sorry to impose, mind if I use yours?”
“Uh… sure. I mean, not like I can refuse, you’re at my doorstep.” Hope stepped aside and held open the door.
“Sure you could have. But thanks.” Lightning walked aside him and nodded towards the open door to the bathroom.
“So, um, I guess, go ahead. There’s towels hanging up, of course, feel free to use the shampoo I guess, and, um…” Hope trailed off, unsure what else to say. Lightning smirked slightly and reached into the pocket of her robe to show off a small dark red bottle. “Oh, right then. Okay, so… go ahead.” Hope stepped aside and Lightning stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Hope let out a long breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and walked back to his PC.
“Less than a week and three beautiful girls have invited themselves into my apartment… why aren’t I more excited by this prospect?” When he had seen Lightning in her bathrobe asking if she could use his shower, some part of his mind wondered if the next words out of her mouth would have been to invite him to join her. Another part of his mind now cut in to suggest he ask her himself. The rest of Hope’s mind told that part to shut up.
“With my luck, she’d by the one sister who doesn’t want to get her hands down my pants and she’d slug me.”
Hope went back to his computer and tried to resume what he had been doing before Lightning had knocked on the door. The video he had been watching played, but he couldn’t focus on it now. It seemed only a minute had passed before he heard a door open behind him. He turned around to see Lightning clad in her bathrobe again, carrying a small towel in her hands. Hope looked down at the time bar on the video. Almost twenty minutes had passed. He’d completely spaced and missed what the narrator was talking about.
Hope spun his computer chair around to face her fully. “Uh, enjoy it?”
“Yeah, thanks.” Lightning sat down on the sofa and leaned back in it, putting the towel behind her head. “Mind if I hang out? I wanna chat with you a sec.”
“Um, sure, sure.” Hope got up and sat on the other end of the sofa. “What’s up?” Lightning gave him a sideways look.
“Been hearing some interesting stories about you lately,” she said evenly. Hope swallowed heavily.
“L-like what?”
“Stories about how in the last few days you’ve had both my sisters straddling you looking for a quickie.”
Hope blushed as red as the shampoo bottle poking from Lightning’s bathrobe.
“Well, uh, I wouldn’t exactly know what their intentions were…”
“Lumina handcuffed you to your bed and fingered herself calling your name, and Serah had her tongue down your throat and her knee in your groin. Not much ambiguity there. And before I forget...” Hope held his head in his hands and groaned deeply while Lightning reached into her bathrobe. “Here.” Hope looked up to see her toss a small silver key to him.
“What’s this?”
“Serah was sweet on the guy who lived here before you, he gave her a key. That’s how Lumina snuck in the other night.”
“Oh. Thank you, then, very much.” Hope pocketed the key. “I’d very much prefer to sleep without fear of her breaking in again.”
“I don’t blame you. She’s not a bad kid, really, and yes I know that sounds ridiculous after that killer first impression. But she wouldn’t have hurt you or forced you to do anything if you really weren’t into it. She’s just...” Lightning hesitated before saying the final word, thinking.
“Quirky?” Hope provided.
“I was aiming for something like obnoxiously horny. Sure, quirky works.” Lightning smiled and Hope laughed nervously.
“So, to be clear… you’re not mad that two of your sisters have made moves on me in less than a week?”
“Mad? Why, what fault of it is yours?”
“Well, I turned them down. They seemed offended, I thought maybe their big sister would be angry with me.”
“They’ll get over it. We Farrons may be blessed with smoldering gorgeous looks, but not every guy we meet stumbles over himself to bed one of us.” Lightning smirked, and Hope nodded, returning a smile. “It’s fine. I get it.”
“Oh good. I tried to explain it to them, they thought I was gay or had a girlfriend or had…” Hope blushed again as he remembered Lumina’s presumption, “performance anxiety.”
“They just don’t get it. I do. I love my sisters, they’re sweet girls. But, that’s just it, right? They’re girls.” Lightning slowly stood up, giving Hope a strange look. He got a sinking feel in the pit of his stomach.
Oh no.
“Have to admit, was aiming to come over for this tomorrow, but…” Lightning moved to stand in front of Hope and he stood to try and escape. Lightning put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down, planting a foot on the sofa between his legs. “I think the water outage made a good excuse.” Hope could do nothing but sit and stare as Lightning reached down to the waist of her robe and slowly untied the sash.
“L-Lightning…”
“Serah and Lumina are girls, Hope.” Lightning’s voice was the faintest whisper. Her hands come up to her shoulders. “What you want is a woman.”
Hope silently chanted in his head for Lightning to not do what he thought she was. She didn’t seem to hear him, and pushed the robe off her shoulders, dropping her arms to her sides and letting it slide off her to pool on the floor.
Lightning was unquestionably the oldest and most mature of the three sisters. Hope’s brain stopped working as he took her in, her skin still flushed red from her shower, her body toned and finely muscled. The foot in front of his groin removed itself as Lightning descended on him, planting her hands on his shoulders. Her damp hair fell like a curtain around her face, the scents of strawberry and vanilla reaching Hope’s nose.
She kissed him, pushing him back against the sofa. Lightning’s knees slid up beside his hips and Hope realized she was sitting on top of him. Her breasts pressed up against his shirt, her nipples hard from the cool air, and the fabric of his shirt seemed non-existent. Her bare groin was flush against the fabric of his jeans. He glanced down. He was rock-hard, and there was no way she could not notice the bulge pressing against her. Lightning’s tongue tapped against his lips, but he held them shut. The lustful and shy sides of his brain were fighting for dominance again.
Lightning shifted against him, grinding her slit against his clothed cock. The lustful side won for a moment and Hope let out a low moan. Lightning took that opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth, tangling it around his own. Hope fought back against the haze that was consuming his mind and slowly brought his limp hands up. Without even opening her eyes, Lightning grabbed them by the wrists and moved them down to clutch her ass, then put her hands around his neck.
The kiss grew deeper, and Lightning began grinding against him again. The heat from her body seared through Hope’s clothing, and he found his hands pulling her against him in time with her rocking. Lightning slid her tongue from his mouth and kissed her way down his neck, teeth nipping at the skin. Hope’s eyes rolled back, groaning.
“Let it go, Hope,” Lightning’s voice sliced through the fog of passion. She flicked her tongue over Hope’s ear and he shuddered. “Let go. I can tell you want this…”
Oh, yes I do.
That’s what Hope’s brain said, at least; his mouth remained hanging open, his breathing coming in pants. The firm flesh filling his hands, pressing against his chest, the scents of strawberries and vanilla and sex filled his head. He felt something ghost down his chest. Lightning’s hand drifted down the fabric of his shirt, undoing the top two buttons. She pulled her head up from his neck and took Hope’s face in her hands.
Hope’s eyes took a moment to focus. He realized Lightning was staring down at him, her mouth moved but no words came out.
“W… what?”
“Tell me you want this,” Lightning whispered, running her tongue over his lips. Hope shook in her grasp.
“I… I don’t know…”
“Yes you do…” Lightning pressed butterfly kisses against his forehead, nose, cheeks. “Just say it, Hope. Tell me you want me.”
Hope looked up at the pink-haired woman looking at him expectantly. Fantasy and reality blurred together, the familiar hair and facial features helping. One moment it was Serah sitting on his lap smiling lovingly, the next it was Lumina in her black corset with that mischievous grin on her lips. Hope blinked them away, Lightning’s moist lips and lustful smirk coming into view.
“P-please stop.”
Hope struggled to get the words out. Lightning rubbed a hand over his head and planted a kiss on his lips.
“It’s alright, Hope.”
“N-no.” Hope took a deep breath to try and clear his head. “Stop. Please.” Lightning pulled back.
“Excuse me?”
“Stop.” Hope swallowed and breathed heavily, pointedly looking away from the woman seated on his lap. “Lightning, you are very…” Hope suddenly remembered where his hands were still located, and pulled them away like they’d been burned. “You’re very beautiful, and so are your sisters. But…”
“But you don’t want to have sex with us,” Lightning finished, having heard the tale twice already. Hope didn’t trust his mouth to say the word his body vehemently disagreed with and settled for a nod. “Any particular reason? Are you a virgin?”
“No,” Hope said. “I just…” Am not used to pretty girls desiring me, especially not my new neighbors I’m going to be living across from, with all that implies. “I don’t want to,” he settled on. Lightning stood up.
“Pardon my disbelief,” Lightning reached down and fisted his collar, “but you’re saying no to this?” She pulled Hope to his feet and pressed her body against his. The strawberry and vanilla scent of her washed over him and he could feel her warm breath on his lips. Hope kept his eyes on her face, afraid of what answer might slip out if he looked any lower than that, and focused on the angry glare she was giving him and not the warm, nude body she was pressing against him. It made the next part only slightly easier.
“Yes.”
Lightning reached down to collect her bathrobe, slipping it up her arms and tying it around her waist.
“This is ridiculous,” she grumbled. Hope realized she might have been embarrassed and put a hand out, but she slapped it away.
“I’m sorry!” He called out as she headed to the door. Lightning looked back at him and slowly shook her head, and left without another word. Hope fell back onto the couch, holding his head in his hands.
“…the hell am I doing?” he groaned, slapping himself in the side of the head. He looked down at the bulge in his jeans. “Are we just holding out in hopes they have a really hot fourth sister that’ll come to visit one day, or are we just fucking stupid?” His dick didn’t respond. Hope looked up and rubbed his forehead. A few years ago if girls that looked and acted like the Farron sisters were throwing themselves at him, he would have sworn someone had put them up to it. So why was he acting like this now?
Let’s be honest, you want them. Hope’s mind argued. His body readily agreed with that decision. Hope looked up at the apartment door. They’re gorgeous, they desire you back, and at least two of them are nice people.
“I know.”
So then…?
“I think even if I changed my mind now, they’re all pissed at me… way to go, Hope.” He flopped over to lay on his side, staring blankly at the turned-off TV opposite the sofa.
“…should ask if they really do have a fourth sister. About my only shot now.”
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Lightning pulled open the door to her apartment and marched inside angrily, heading down the hall to the bedrooms. She stopped when she saw her sisters sitting on the couch, looking up at her knowingly.
“Lookie lookie, Light got nookie,” Lumina chanted, winking.
“Piss off.” Lightning headed to her room. Serah and Lumina stood up to follow.
“No dice?” Serah asked. Lightning walked into her bedroom and pulled open her drawer to grab a pair of panties.
“What’d you try?” Lumina asked. Lightning dropped her robe at her feet. “He said no to that? Those?”
“Yup.” Lightning slipped her panties up her legs and grabbed a T-shirt as Serah looked at her sister in confusion.
“Are we sure he’s not gay? Because we’re oh-for-three now, and that doesn’t happen unless they’re playing for the other team.”
“He’s not gay,” Lightning interrupted, her voice muffled by white cotton as she slipped it over her head. “He’s shy. Afraid. Insecure. Whatever.”
“Bullshit,” Lumina muttered, hopping on Lightning’s bed and swinging her legs. “If he needs an ego booster, I would think all three of us wanting to fuck him should do the trick.”
“Who made you a psych major?” Lightning asked, falling back on the bed and rolling her eyes.
“So, now what?” Serah asked. “That it, we make peace and try to salvage a friendship at least?”
“No way.” Lightning sat up, glaring. “This isn’t about a cute guy anymore. He turned down all three of us. It’s a matter of principle now, he made it personal. One way or the other one of us is getting their hands down his pants.”
“Already tried that, didn’t work.” Serah shrugged.
“He knows all three of us want him, and if he was open to the idea by now he’d have approached at least one of us,” Lumina said. “I’d personally make him crawl on his hands and knees begging for me to finish what I started that night, but I don’t see that happening.”
“Lumina is right, Claire. If Hope were interested in us, he’d have shown it by now,” Serah said. Lightning thought.
“No. He wants me, at least. Don’t know about you two but he was hard as a rock with me.”
“Ditto that.”
“Yup.”
“So, he’s attracted to us, he just won’t act on it. He’s too nervous, too awkward. That’s the door to break down.”
“Well, like I said, if three babes making out with him isn’t enough of a confidence boost, what else is there?” Lumina huffed.
“Try and talk to him, make him understand?” Serah suggested.
“Yeah, talk worked great the first time. No, I think Hope calls for more extreme measures…” Lightning slowly ran her tongue between her lips. “Every guy has a breaking point. Normally I’d say knock it off before we push them to that, but I believe we found the exception to the rule. If Hope wants us as much as we want him, we just need to push him far enough that he can’t help but act on it.”
“I think we’ve pushed him as far as we can. What else is there to try that one of us hasn’t already?” Lumina asked. Lightning slowly smirked and looked between her sisters.
“There is one thing I know we haven’t tried yet…” Serah and Lumina looked at her in confusion, then each other. Lightning responded with a knowing smile. Serah caught on first.
“Triple Threat?” she asked.
Lumina gasped in delight, her eyes wide. “Triple Threat?”
“Triple Threat,” Lightning confirmed. Serah smiled and Lumina clapped her hands eagerly.
“Ooooo, I love when we do Triple Threat!”
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