Sup, het drabble.
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"Maybe," Larxene says as she stretches and arches her back with a noise very much like a contented purr, "Maybe we'll look back on this later in life. Doubt it, 'cause we'll have to be alive and all that shit, but with a little luck we might survive."
Luxord shifts onto his side and regards her with cool blue eyes, takes in the sight of her sleek skin and mussed blonde hair and thinks that if she wanted to, she could probably kill him then and there. She won't, he knows, because of all the things that Larxene is, she's not an idiot- and besides, the sex between the two of them was too good to give up on a whim and while he has his suspicious of her loyalty, she would never be so brazen. "Ah," he starts and pauses when she rolls over and slips one slender leg between his, smirking. "Lady Luck does not seem to favor me currently, nor the rest of our jolly gang."
The blonde woman nods absently, the smirk shifting to a lightening quick, dangerous smile. "Lady Luck has been a real bitch to us," she mutters, shivering pleasantly when one of Luxord's hands ghosts over one of her breasts. "I don't much care to wager the rest of my life on if she'll decide to be kind to us now."
Neither of them says any more, because they know that with every step they take, the Keyblade wielder takes three (those damned fools with him) and those three sets of steps are eating up the rest of their non-life.
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Not really too proud of this, or too happy with it; it's just one of those things that I had to write and stick out there.
Happy Valentine's Day, if you celebrate.