Everything had been perfect until the rain came.

Alfred had suggested that the two dine outside. It was a nice night, which was rare for the tiny island of Rockfort. He'd spent ours setting up the scene, and had even gone so far as to cook the food. It was all so perfect, so… romantic.

Neither of them noticed the dark clouds forming above, and by the time they had, it was too late. That led them into their current situation. Alfred was staring silently at his twin, a towel draped around his shoulders; his only article of clothing left was his boxer shorts, which he was far too shy to take off in front of his twin. Alexia, however, wore nothing but a towel, which was why Alfred was staring in the first place.

She had her back to him as she dried her hair with sweeping, graceful movements. Although she knew full well that her twin was watching. She could feel his eyes on her. After a moment, she slowly turned to face him, a gentle smile on her face. This caused Alfred to blush, quickly turning away from her and drying his own hair, trying to pretend nothing had happened.

A short time later, Alfred felt her arms slide around himself, her fingernails lightly raking against his chest, causing Alfred to shudder at the sensation. He turned his head slightly to look at her, a surprised expression on his face. When he looked into her eyes, which was his first, and last mistake.

She returned his gaze with a look that was soft and inviting, yet at the same time, hungry and lustful. He gulped as she spun him around so he was facing her, leaning forward so her lips were close to his, a smirk on her face.

"A… Alexia… What are you doing…?" he asked softly. She only responded by softly kissing his lips, pushing him backward gently until he hit the bed, lightly falling back onto it, pulling Alexia down with him. She giggled softly as she kissed his lips again, lightly working her way up to his ear, nibbling at it gently before whispering "I love you…"

It was then everything faded to black and Alfred's eyes opened. He sighed in frustration. Another dream. How many was that, now? He had lost count a long time ago. He struggled to his feet, walking over to the mirror and staring into it, laying his palm flat on the glass as he stared at himself, his face smudged with make-up.

He glanced over at the blonde wig on the dresser before sighing. "It had been so real this time… I was so sure…"