Guard duty. How boring. He honestly had no idea why he was here; he was a hundred and ten percent sure that Marluxia would rather be babysitting Naminé than letting Axel do the job for him. Everyone knew about his creepy fetish for the memory witch…which really begged the question of why flower-boy wasn't here in Number VIII's place.
He had gotten so used to the monotonous sound of pencils scratching against paper that it somewhat startled him when she suddenly stopped her pencil strokes and yawned a small, mousy yawn. Normally he would've just let it slide by without a remark, but goddamn he was dying of boredom and he needed some kind of interaction.
"Hey, Naminé," the pyromaniac drawled, leaning back against the wall and staring down at the artist with an unenthusiastic expression painted across his face.
She turned her little blonde head up, blinking her large blue doe eyes at Axel and quirking her head curiously to the side. "Yes?"
Then a smirk tugged at his lips and he leaned down, cupping a hand next to his mouth and whispering breathily into her ear. "In Ancient Mayan civilization, yawning was thought to indicate subconscious sexual desires." A chuckle followed this and he moved his face even closer to hers. "And I do believe you just yawned, babe."
Those haunting blue eyes widened and red fireworks erupted in her cheeks, the pencil falling flat against the paper before rolling off and hitting the floor with an echoing click. "…th-that's not…I-I don't have any desire for you…" she protested softly, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip.
This drew another smooth laugh from the redhead, and he moved his hand from her outer ear to her collarbone, fingers dancing teasingly up her neck until he had his index finger under her chin. Carefully, he coaxed her into turning her head towards him, and leaned towards her ear again, so close that their cheeks brushed. "Hmm, then we'll have to fix that…won't we?"
The blush grew in intensity and the timid artist shut her oceanic eyes. "That isn't…" And then she trailed off into another yawn.
"Oh? Sounds like you do have some desire bubbling up there," Axel mumbled, smirking triumphantly against the shell of Naminé's ear. "Come on, let it out. I don't bite that hard."
Which, Naminé discovered when they retreated to Axel's room, was a total lie. That red mark was going to be on her neck for days…