Author's Notes: So this is a little story I cooked up for my birthday, which is today, Larxene/Zexion Day! An odd pairing, I know, but I like challenging myself. Enjoy.
Summary: For once, Zexion thought Larxene strangely insightful. Zexion/Larxene. Other one-sided pairings mentioned. Rated M, to be safe.
Disclaimer: Oh, cruel cruel world, I do not own Kingdom Hearts.
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Zexion could still feel the aftereffects of orgasm gripping his body, his head spinning quite deliciously. Peaking through sweaty slate hair at the blond next to him, he, once again, imagined her to be someone else, another blond, a more thoughtful blond.
Sitting up and burying his face in his hands, he sighed, his chest still heaving. "Get out," he said simply, not even sparing the girl a second glance.
"That's just like you, Zexion," Larxene replied with a sardonic and humorless laugh. "Romp and remove.
"I suppose I shouldn't really be surprised," she continued on, climbing deftly out of bed and picking up her underwear, slipping them up and over her narrow hips. "Cold and calculating and detached as always. Unless, of course, it involves a certain someone else."
Zexion remained quiet, unmoving, concentrating on just breathing.
She quickly hooked her bra, pulling a thick wool sweater down over her head. "But seriously, Zexion," Larxene persisted, facing him with a hand on her hip, "sleeping with Dem's cousin probably isn't the best way to win his heart."
Zexion snapped then, the one exposed cobalt eye flashing dangerously. "You're one to talk, Lar. As if you're not still pining away after Axel, as if you don't wish you were in your cousin's place."
She laughed dryly, ignoring him and scooping his boxers up off the ground, tossing them at him. "Get dressed, loser, we're going out. I'm not leaving here without you."
For once, Zexion didn't feel like arguing with her, just felt like complying. Besides, anywhere and anything had to be better than sitting in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, and pining.
Gruffly pealing them from his face, Zexion swung his legs over the side of the bed, stood and pulled his plain navy boxers up over his legs. He snatched discarded jeans and long sleeved t-shirt from the ground as well, dressing quickly.
"So where are we going?" he asked, grabbing his keys and wallet and following her out the door.
"The club," she replied. "We did agree to meet them, remember?"
He frowned at her. "Why do you do this to yourself? Why do you willing go and see them together?" he asked.
She grinned evilly at him. "What can I say? I'm a masochist."
He raised an eyebrow, following her slowly with his arms crossed over his chest.
She slowed, stopping in front of him and turning to face him. "We're both fucked up, Zexion. We love people who will never love us back. But we can't live under a rock forever. We care about them and, if seeing them together is the only chance we actually have of seeing them, then I'm not sitting in your apartment all night." She turned back around and continued marching to the club that was still half a block away.
Zexion, as his lips curled up briefly in a small smile, thought that the assessment was strangely insightful of Larxene.
Over her shoulder, she called, "Now let's go get plastered!"
And Zexion felt his grin widen, unable to disagree with just how wonderful Lar's ideas were at times.
End.
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A/N: Hoped you enjoyed! Let me know what you thought by leaving a review!
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