Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters involved with it. Oof, this chapter's rough. I had a lot of muse, but it's poorly written. Bear with me. :/
Eyes slowly opening, you breathed in deeply and stretched your back muscles. It was so warm and comfortable...why was the floor so alluring? Turning over, you found that your face planted directly upon a burly chest.
With a squeak, you pushed away from it, hurriedly scooting across the floor. Why the hell was Zexion sleeping next to you? Those aquamarine eyes found yours, narrowing slightly in thought. He groaned and sat up, planting a palm to his forehead before giving his hair a shake.
"Did we drink last night?" you questioned as you gave yourself a once-over to make sure you were still entirely clothed and you hadn't done anything in your absentmindedness. You didn't have to look at him to know he was giving you a questioning stare.
"No, and I didn't put anything in the fire, either, in case you were wondering," he stated darkly, rising to his feet and brushing himself off.
"I'm sorry; I was just a little surprised to wake up to you, that's all. I know sure as hell that I didn't fall asleep like that."
"You are quite right. However, before you dub me Creeper McCreeperson, you should know that it was not I that decided to be cold and cuddle with the 'soft fluffy teddy bear,' as you happened to call me in your slumber." Zexion shot you a dry glare over his shoulder as he worked to collect the books he wished to take with him.
Laughing, you cocked your head at this. Had you been talking in your sleep again? And why had the young man been listening to begin with instead of getting his own shuteye? Oh yeah...Zexion only sleeps for three hours. Man, that must have been uncomfortable; all the time lying awake and he was stuck there because of me. Oops.
Running your fingers through your hair, you worked to fix it, also making a few adjustments to your wardrobe for the journey back. The Cloaked Schemer tucked his desired novels under his arm, glanced at you to make sure you were ready, and then straightened, the corners of his lips twitching.
Sighing in irritation, you felt your face to make sure you didn't have dried saliva on the side of your mouth or something. He stepped up to you, reaching up to the top of your head and shifting a few locks of hair to different sides of your head. Oh...that's why he was laughing...cowlicks.
You gave him a soft smile of gratitude, shifting uneasily at the awkwardness of the situation; you had just woken up next to this man and now he was standing only a few inches from you and showing a tender side you hadn't yet seen. Clearing your throat, you turned your head to the side, and he responded by turning around and heading for the door. Perhaps you'd been wrong; if he really felt something for you, wouldn't he have felt just as strange about the situation?
A shriek of laughter could be heard coming from the door, and you looked up in alarm. Larxene's feisty blue optics were slanted in sadistic amusement. She stepped inside, giving a side-glance to Zexion before crossed her arms and leaning on one leg.
"Well, well, well...Xevia, it looks like you certainly do live up to your reputation. I wonder what everyone else will think about this one...hmm..."
"It's not what it looks like, so chill, Larxene."
"Oh, I don't really think you did anything. But that doesn't mean other people won't think it." A smile slowly crawled across her face, and you frowned deeply.
"Don't you dare."
"Why don't you find out?" you shot back, getting into a martial arts stance. She laughed and faded, leaving you in confusion as you lowered your arms and blinked multiple times.
"That's for calling me a soft fluffy teddy bear," Zexion growled before stepping into the sunlight. Your jaw hung agape, and you closed it before taking after him, nearly falling over when you tried to close the door behind you.
"You jerk! Have you any idea how much I hate that woman?!"
"Do you have any idea how much I hate cutesy names?"
"Apparently a lot."
"There you go. Lesson learned. Don't let it happen again, and I won't have to use illusion against you." You stared at him in disbelief. He was a piece of work, this bookworm.
The trip back seemed half as long as the trip there, most likely due to the nice weather. Xemnas had really picked a poor place to vacation; there had been a heavy storm every day since the arrival. Then again, maybe he'd done it on purpose; it wouldn't surprise you if he were using this place to make everyone more grateful for the castle.
Stepping into the cool hotel, you shivered slightly at the temperature change and ran your hands up and down your arms. Zexion gave you a nod of farewell and began walking down his hall. Your eyes traveled to the same brown journal you had seen him reading earlier. The leather looked very familiar, the elegant scrawl on the binding holding your gaze.
"Wait!" you called, running after him and gently raising his arm to take a better look at the title. Eyes widening, you glanced up at him in wonder. "Where did you get this?" you breathed, running your fingers across the area you had burned the title into the leather.
"It was at the library. What, does it mean something to you?" he questioned, a note of amusement in his voice.
"This was my..." Frowning, you lifted your head and scrunched up your face. "You're not a moron, Zexion. Asking me if this means something to me...what do you think? It has my Organization name on it, doesn't it?"
"It most certainly does. And wasn't it an interesting read?" You gasped.
"You already read it?" He nodded slowly, a smile making his eyes glitter. "Fuck!" You stepped back, fingers twitching in irritation. "Just don't let anyone else read it...please."
"I had no intention of letting this go public. I shall keep it in my private study, and that will be the end of it. Don't get so worked up." He touched your shoulder and gave you a bracing stare before walking away and entering his room. Sighing, you turned into the other hall and stepped into your own, locking the door behind you.
It came at no surprise that Axel was waiting for you, head cocked at a forty-five degree angle and brows raised in curiosity. You ignored him, instead digging for some clothes so you could shower. With your back turned to him, you hurriedly flipped through your suitcase, pulling out different pieces of clothing.
Breath brushed against the nape of your neck as Axel whispered gently, "You stayed elsewhere last night. I was worried; did I upset you that much?" You whirled around, and instantly wished you hadn't. His face was about four centimeters from yours, and his jade irises were alight with mischief. Breathing already erratic, you stuttered and stepped to the side to allow yourself some room.
"Zexion and I were up late exploring an abandoned library on the island. As for you upsetting me..." You snatched up your clothes and decided not to finish, spinning on your heel and heading toward the bathroom. Just as you were about to enter, an arm shot out in front of your face and pinned you to the wall just outside the door.
Panting, you attempted to duck under, but he lowered it to your waist and moved in to block you entirely. His other arm ran across your jaw, brushing your hair back. Fear shot through your nerves at the seriousness written across his face; this Axel seemed dangerous. Like his determination to steal your heart was a huge threat.
"You were saying?" he egged, his lips curling into a smirk at the way you were reacting to his actions.
"I have nothing more to say...shouldn't need to. You were there, so if you were exceptionally unobservant, that's your own problem."
"What if I want to say I'm sorry?" stated the man smoothly.
"Then you're doing a very poor job of it," you stated harshly, trying to move his arm and failing. His fingers wound around the back of your neck, drawing your full attention to him. They were the same actions he had taken on the beach. Boy, he had a lot of nerve. "Axel, you tried this earlier, remember?"
"Yes, but you were upset then. Now you just look lonely...lost...confused." He gave a dark chuckle. "It's rather attractive." You scoffed, glaring at him.
"Quit being such an animal. I would swear you were Luxord if I didn't know better."
"I miss you. You never want to be with me anymore, and after all that waiting I did..." His voice faded, soft and boyish.
"Waiting to see what your original self was talking about?"
"Hmm...you seem to be catching on quite quickly. I think I'll have to jumble your mind a bit." Before you could ask what he meant, your mind did indeed go blank. His kiss, gentle and caressing, but so incredibly needy, made your muscles melt.
Dropping your clothes, you took a fast breath out of the side of your mouth and kissed him back, jumping onto him and wrapping yourself around his torso. He held your legs in place and pressed you against the wall, leaving a trail of nips down your neck and across your collarbone.
Whimpering, you threw your head to the side and gasped for air, which he stole each time he returned to your lips. You were carried to the next wall, which he slammed you against, the mood switching hastily from passion to fiery lust. Your nails ran across his back as you pressed your face just as eagerly against his.
When you gasped as his hands found their way beneath your shirt, he growled and turned you over onto the bed, where he climbed on top of you and began kissing you in a wider range. Those naughty fingers you didn't trust one bit pulled the collar of your top down, and he pressed his lips gently against the top of your breasts.
Gripping his shirt in your fists, you pulled him back up for another kiss, feeling him hard against your thigh as he adjusted to the position. Your hands rolled up the bottom of his shirt and began pulling it upward, and he moved away from you to allow you to remove it before he shot back just as quickly and curled his arm around your waist to arch you against him.
Moaning, you grasped at his bare back and nibbled on his bottom lip, to which he responded with a deep intake of air. Cool fingers wound beneath your jeans and found your womanhood, entering roughly and making you squirm in surprise. A deep chortle resounded through his chest as he made a steady rhythm and brought many a gasp from you as you adjusted to the pulses shooting through your body.
His face moved downward as he used his free hand to pull your bra aside before his teeth clasped lightly against your nipple. Exhaling loudly, you writhed in delight and threw your head back in an attempt to catch your breath. It didn't take very long for your muscles to tighten in your lower abdomen and your body to release in an intoxicating climax of pleasure.
Axel lifted his head and gave you a sexy smirk of satisfaction. "Get up here," you demanded, grabbing his arm and yanking him back to your lips. His hand was ripped out of you in the process, but it was of your least concern. Your fingers fumbled with his belt as a loud knock on the door made the two of you break apart and stare at it in wonder.
A soft laugh blew against your hair as he slowly turned back to look at you. "It's always something, isn't it?" he said huskily with mirth, although you could hear a heavy undertone of annoyance. Whoever had interrupted would have to have a very good excuse.