So I was playing Final Fantasy XIII last night, and I suddenly wanted to see more of Lightning. So I thought I’d look at some Deviant Art, like you do, and I was bombarded, utterly bombarded, with ships of Lightning AND adult Hope.
For those who don’t know, Lightning is mine! How dare he!
I have to break this up, but how? Of course, I’ll break them up by spending time with Adult Hope. He can’t spend time with Lightning if he’s with me.
Sometimes I imagine getting my revenge on Hope for being shipped with Lightning, by laying in bed next to an adult Hope. I sit in bed, with my oversized granny reading glasses, pretending to be engrossed by pictures of Final Fantasy fashion.
Here, Luneth is wearing a purple sweater underneath a purple hoodie, underneath a hunting vest to show his sweet sensitive side underneath his masculine exterior. His pants are skin tight, which shows off his hips and curves. And those knee-high boots are fantabolously sexy!
I look over at a shirtless Hope. He just got out of the shower, so the water glistens off his partially nude body. The things I do for love…
He’s talking to Alyssa on his com, that hussy. God, I hate her. Always this “director, director” nonsense. He doesn’t like you. How can I take back Lightning if Alyssa keeps getting in the way of Hope and me? Hope has two women after him. I must get to him so I can at least secure one. This. This is fine. This plan is fine.
I imagine his 25th birthday is tomorrow. I think I should close this book; it’s time to go to bed…and make him forget all about Lightning, leaving her for me.
I cuddle next to him, laying my face on his chest and soaking in the warm, moist water.
Then it happens.
As I nuzzle closer to Hope, he leans down to kiss my forehead. Once. Then twice. Then, as he moves in for a third time, I shift my head upward to look at him. His lips lock with mine. His long flowing silver hair falls over my face. We embrace each other. I slightly push him against the bedframe once, then twice, then three times, each time making a slight knocking sound again the walls. His body shifts, and we can hear the soft springs of the bed squeak beneath us.
A storm brews outside. A flash of light reminds me of my purpose. I know what needs to be done.
I rub my feet against his. My shoulders hunch up with anticipation, but quiver slightly with excitement and fear. Embracing turns to a clutch; we pull each other closer with moaning. I feel warm all over and sigh deeply into him, relaxing my body until it falls on top of his. I eventually sit up and kiss his neck. “What, Gary?” He asked intently, wanting very much to go further. “I love you.” “I love you too. ” Hope says, awkwardly as I nibble on his ear. ‘What is this, right now?’ I wonder. “Do you really love me?” “Yeah, why?” Hope, unsure of his feelings, sits up erect, stares me deeply in the eyes and says, “I want you..”
That’s when I blushed, and Hope got scared and said you’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said “fresh” and had dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought “nah, forget it, yo home to Bel-Air”! I pulled up to the house at about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie, yo homes, smell you later. Looked at my kingdom, and I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
Update: Mission failure, Lightning spent the night at Alyssa. One down…