"A-Axel are you sure you want to do this?" she timidly ventured, wringing her hands, biting her lip, and blushing a little as she moved toward the couch and finally laid down on it, waiting.
This was… surreal. That was the only thing she could think of. She'd only been teasing, not expecting him to take her, or her suggestion so... seriously.
Was he serious? Or toying with her? Or was it something completely different?
He joined her, right beside her, and she tensed slightly, it was all so sudden somehow.
"Is this your first time?"
She nodded, a little confused. A gentle hand met the small of her back and she blushed even deeper. Stupid, stupid, why was she blushing when she'd been the one to ask him to do this?
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he breathed, his warm breath playing on her neck, his lips almost close enough to touch, and his voice low and husky? is that right?
"O-okay," she mumbled, unsure what exactly to do.
Then all her rational thoughts stopped, a wave of pleasure taking over as he began stroking her gently.
"Oh Axel, that feels so good," she gasped, her voice between a purr and a sigh. He was so good at this. Her whole body responded to him, the muscles tightening and then relaxing, her breathing slowing then quickening slightly. He began moving more quickly, his movements harder and more targeted. She tensed at first; it hurt just a little and he let up slightly but she wanted him to continue. Unable to trust her voice, she signaled for him to continue and he did so. She felt the little moans rise unbidden from her throat, and he slowed, freezing for a moment.
...
He walked towards the door when he heard a feminine voice call out "No, don't stop."
He froze.
Naminé?
Then he heard… moans?
Suddenly unsure what to do, he decided to knock because:
a) He didn't walk to walk on anything,
b) he was not willing to admit he'd heard anything (because maybe if he wished hard enough it would go away, or, better yet, maybe he'd dreamed it.),
and c) he feared this might be one of the actions which could, potentially, get Axel dusked. As his friend he owed Axel that... even if the man was... no, better not to think about it.
He knocked and Naminé instantly chirped with a "Come in."
Not the response he'd anticipated.
He entered hesitantly, taking in the sight of the two of them in the room.
And, for once in his life, Roxas was extremely happy to have been wrong.
"Hey Roxas. My muscles were sooo stiff from drawing today that I felt like an eighty year old woman. So Axel decided to be a gentleman and offer me a back massage. It's such a relief. He's reallyyyy good at it. I can move again," she gushed, stretching out languidly, unaware of two pairs of eyes intent on her form.
The two turned back to each other and Axel merely smirked at the blond in complete understanding of the meaning behind the boy's originally flustered expression.
It was at that moment Roxas decided that from now on if Naminé was to get any more massages they would be from him, not the flame haired pyro.
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A/N: so what do ya think? yup it was just a massage. not what ya thought i bet. maybe i should move it to 'M' but there's no real explicit content or anything... it's all based on your assumptions and i don't know where exactly this came from but i've read some fics like this and i find 'em a good laugh. so yeah r&r. please. oh and vote in my polls. i use them when writing stories.
Oh and much of this is similar clever hands but that one is more… descriptive. Tell me which you like more. And Naminé seems ooc I know… damn. But I'm going for humor so it just kinda happened…