It's been a month since it's happened. Kairi doesn't have a clue. But maybe it's better that way—her world would crumble if she knew.
pause.
Perhaps that hidden touch is a hidden spark. Maybe even thought it has nothing to do with her, it has everything to do with her. Riku and Sora just didn't know how to let go of her.
play.
They'd meet up at night—late at night—anywhere. Riku's car, the beach, Sora's room. Then they'd smother each other. With hugs, kisses, with cheap fucks. And they they'd wave good-bye and leave.
rewind.
Keyblades, Heartless, Nobodies…What useless memories. But that was when their lust started. That grueling time apart opened something inside them. It was hard to tell exactly when it began—they didn't know, maybe when that white door finally shut—but before they knew it, it was mouth to mouth, skin to skin. Time was an amazing thing.
fast forward.
So they're having a "session," half-clothes, half-hearted. Riku's always on top. He's kissing Sora with desperation, the brunet trying his best to keep up. It's painful in every way. There's a rustle and the door swings open. It's Kairi.
stop.
The End.