as you can see, i really like trios.
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{{ They're leaving. }}
He grins. She winces. And he rolls his eyes.
Roxas grasps her dainty hands in his and lets her hop off the stool before leading the duo outside, as far away as possible from him.
He receives a call in the middle of the day and responds with a casual 'hello?' before his hues widen upon recognizing the voice. He questions 'what the fuck he's calling for' and is tempted to end the conversation right then and there, seeing that he already has his thumb placed over the 'end' button.
Before giving into temptation, which he desperately wants to do! He hears him mention her name. As of now, he's interested and slightly pissed off.
She smiles and welcomes him inside. Before doing so, he kicks his boots off and casually enters inside the apartment. Eyes wandered and observed the living space. Seconds later, the little shit walks in, appalled at the sight before him. Feeling slightly betrayed she, of all people, would welcome him into their house. She gives him an apologetic smile and by now he's furious.
"Get out."
"Axel, don't-"
"Don't listen to her. She doesn't know anything."
And his snide remark leaves her offended.
A pair of wet and familiar lips are suddenly and unexpectedly placed onto his own. He's in a state of shock, staring down upon their mashed lips. His eyes flicker back up, to see a face that isn't hers. Now he's screaming and kicking, in which doesn't do much for him seeing that he's being pinned onto the couch and is beginning to ease into the redhead's devious touch. He's kissing back and he's mentally cursing at himself but yet, continues anyway.
And then she walks in.
"Naminé!" he shouts, but it's no use because she's drawing near the door. Suitcase in hand and tears streaming down her face. "Wait, dammit!" but she continues walking, hand already placed on the doorknob.
"Naminé." that's a new voice.
And in a blink of an eye, she's being forced to turn around by a hand placed over her fragile shoulders. Her hues widen and she stares in shock. Suddenly, a pair of unfamiliar lips meet hers in a crushing kiss. Their rough and dangerous. It's thrill in which she enjoys, greatly. And then it ends. Much too soon for her needs. And she's left with an ache. An ache of wanting more.
And she's not sure if she's willing to leave now.
She doesn't leave and he doesn't either. In fact, he moves in with them. And she's perfectly fine with the new arrangements. Seeing that she's sitting comfortably on the couch between the two. With Axel's hand draped around her shoulders and Roxas soothingly stroking the palm of her hand with his thumb.
The current relationship she's in was never arranged in her fairytales nor the stories her mother used to tell her when she was younger before bed. Nor is it acceptable in society but that's the least of her worries at this point, because she's content. And so are the other two men sitting beside her, that are currently watching the television. And that's all that matters.
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not a quality story sorry.
i'm in the middle of writing one but when my motivation and willingness to continuing writing that piece of shit, i'll let you all know.
till then, here's my pathetic short writings.