I can't stop this feeling deep inside of me,
girl, you just don't realize what you do to me.
When you hold me in your arms so tight you left me know everything's alright
I'm hooked on a feeling.
Roxas was waiting at the top of the stairs. The wine cellar Axel had descended into looked dark and uninviting and it smelled of stale, fermenting fruit.
"Axel?" Roxas asked, the drawstrings of his black cloak clinked as he fidgeted nervously. "..Axel?"
"Sheesh!" Axel dusted off his gloved hands and adjusted his cloak back to how it was suppose to hang. "What goes on down there anyway? Place smells like a Wet-Nap left behind at a soccer stadium."
Roxas shrugged his shoulders. He had more important things on his mind, like the Keyblade and his feelings about the Organization. The two walked off..
But love was in the air.
As the two lovebirds saw that the coast was clear, they began throwing kissy faces at one another. Leaping into each other's well sculpted, polished bodies. Their duty, nay, their sole purposes for existing paled in comparison to their sturdy love.
I can't stop this feeling deep inside of me,
Filled to the gills with the finest wine the Organization had ever found, one of them was more alcohol than man. The other jutted out defiantly, willing, yearning for the next tender caress!
Perhaps it was fate? Magic? A curse that propelled them perhaps? Maybe they had just been cooped up for too long, perhaps they just didn't give a damn what anyone thought any more! Maybe it was the smell of intoxicating wine, or that high parrot in the far corner. Love was a powerful thing, springing up from seemingly anywhere as the cause. Perhaps that dead rotting fish was the culprit or a quote from the Three Musketeers?
Girl, you just don't realize what you do to me.
Regardless, their love knew no bounds, they were fully prepared to get physical, but they took a moment to stare at one another, take each other in. Really take each other in. Drink in one another's essences. Share the wine. Daisy, daisy!
When you hold me in your arms so tight you let me know everything's alright
Compelled, they threw off their physical wiles and launched towards one another in the interest of making feet for children's stockings... In a way for which they were not naturally made.
I'm hooked on a feeling.
Or at least they would have, had they not been a barrel of ale and old discarded doorknob. The two inanimate objects did none of that. They didn't even make googly eyes. The barrel leaked a little bit, but that was of no fault of his own, he was just made that way. And the doorknob was tarnished. Treated too rough in a former occupation. Now they keep the cobwebs company and made for clever erotic comedy.
What, you came here expecting something else? Well, there was a pooh stick, but Axel picked it up when he decided to go with his completely platonic best friend to hand-deliver it to Roo who would undoubtedly get it to the Fellowship of the Pooh.
The End.
I'm high on believing, that you're in love with meeee! I said hooked I'm a feeling!
