Well... they're old enough! Here, Roxas is nineteen-ish, and Naminé is around seventeen. She's the youngest psychiatrist working there... I put her as one because since she could modify memories, her therapy would be... unique? Hahaha

It's AU. No hatin' :)

Disclaimer: I own Kingdom Hearts! And I also own all twenty-seven planets in our solar system, and I invented the Internet! YEEEAAAAHHHH! Seriously. I don't own.

Naminé hummed quietly as she busied herself by rescheduling her appointments and completing the paperwork that her boss had given her. A few minutes passed by slowly, and it did not take long at all before her work was completed. Naminé looked around her office room boredly, uninterestedly noting things in the room: her lacquered mahogany desk, her laptop, several notebooks, files, and pencils stacked and placed on her desk, the window beside her, the strange bird that always hung out right outside it, the bees in the hive, her paintings on her wall, the blue carpet on the floor… She stopped there; weary from the monotony and silence of the room.

Standing up, she walked to her door and opened it, and sighed as she saw absolutely no one in her colorful, oddly-shaped-chair-filled waiting room.

Returning to her desk restlessly and spinning around in her large chair, the blonde thought for a while, and it was not long before a devious smile crept onto her lips.

If no one was there, then no one would see her…

Rummaging in her paint-splattered canvas tote bag, she drew out a blue thumb drive and inserted it into her computer. Almost instantly a pop-up appeared, asking her if she wanted to open the files.

Her face lit up as she clicked on a folder titled "R". Pictures of a handsome blond teen with sparkling blue eyes, posing, filled her screen.

Roxas.

Flipping through them and sighing happily at each photo, Naminé giggled as she saw a particularly funny picture of the teen: his hair was spiked high and sprayed red, and two reverse tear-drop markings were colored onto his face in purple Sharpie. His goofy smile perfected the look he was aiming for: being Axel's look-alike.

The young psychologist was so preoccupied with looking through her photos, she did not notice the waiting room's door opening and a slender young man slipping in. He silently strode to her door and leaned against the oaken frame, crossing his arms as he smirked at her.

"Well, well, well," he drawled lazily, winking at the startled teen. Quickly minimizing the folder, she stood up and brushed off her white lab coat, blushing.

"W-what are you doing here?" she stammered shyly. Plucking up more courage, she looked into his cerulean eyes. "Only patients and authorized personnel are allowed in here? And how did you get past Security?" The handsome intruder stepped closer to her. She unconsciously took a step back.

"I'm authorized," he whispered silkily into her ear. His body heat warmed her: she did not notice how cold she had been until now. Naminé smiled up at him.

"Oh yeah?" she challenged. He smiled.

"Yeah."

"Since when?" she asked, and bit her lip as he softly kissed her neck.

"Since I asked you out and you accepted me as your boyfriend, that's when, silly." He looked up and gently stroked her long blonde hair. She sighed.

"Roxas. What if someone comes in? And," she giggled; "that excuse is not enough. And I've noticed that you ignored my other question: how did you get past Security?"

The striking male smirked again and reached into his pocket, flipping out a plastic card between two fingers, laughing aloud at his girlfriend's shocked face.

"I stole this."

"You took it? Damn, Roxas! You told me that I had left it in Axel's car! I was going to go to his house tonight and ask, since he wasn't picking up his phone…" He raised an eyebrow.

"Why tonight, specifically? Why not this afternoon?" The psychiatrist rolled her eyes.

"You know what I meant, Roxy—"

"It's Roxas," he growled gently. She rolled her eyes.

"I will call you Roxy when and if I wish. You consented to that when you asked me out."

"I had no idea you'd call me that, though!" he protested, slipping his slightly tan hand down and gently squeezing her pale one. "It doesn't count!"

"…Alright, so implied consent. C'mon, Roxas, I put up with you and Axel pranking me…" He once again lowered his head and continued placing kisses on her neck, causing her to gasp slightly and hug him closer to her.

"…Fine…" he murmured as he lowered his head still further (he sometimes really disliked their height difference) and slowly tried to peel off her lab coat. Naminé half-heartedly pushed his hand away, but not before he glimpsed her white dress underneath.

"N-not… here…" she breathed, protesting as he slid his hand into her coat sleeve and stroked her shoulder.

"Are you sure?" he teased. Naminé opened her mouth, about to reply, when her phone suddenly rang. Roxas rolled his eyes and glared at it before releasing Naminé and letting her answer the phone.

"Hello, Dr. Naminé speaking, Psychiatric Office: how may I help you?"

"Naminé," came a familiar drawling voice. "I can see you and Roxas… y'know, it's so weird: the moment I get this—" she winced as he swore harshly; "camera working that your boss ordered me to install, I look up at the monitors and see you and your boy-toy getting it on." Naminé blushed furiously and glared around the room, unsure of where the camera was hidden, but furious at her friend.

"Roxas is NOT a 'boy-toy'! He is my boyfriend and is two years older than me, thank you VERY much!" The blond walked over to her and circled his arms around her waist, letting his chin rest on her head.

"Who is it?" Naminé covered the receiver with her hand.

"It's Axel," she whispered, rolling her eyes but grinning softly. She winced as Roxas repeated Axel's harsh swear word. "What does he want?"

"I dunno…" the doctor answered, but held the phone up to her ear again as she heard Axel talking once more.

"Ya know… I can hear you guys. And I distinctly recall telling you guys to get a room, but this is ridiculous," he laughed. Roxas snatched the phone from Naminé's pale hands ("Hey!") and glared at the walls.

"Dammit Axel, why are you—" his girlfriend covered her ears; "spying on us? Seriously! Haven't you ever heard of privacy?"

"Haven't you ever heard of me being a security camera installer and maintainer? Honestly! You stay at my house a lot, and there's no way you can honestly tell me you've never heard my family bragging about it." The redhead grinned, though he knew his friends couldn't see it. Roxas rolled his eyes again and hung up the phone.

"Well, that was rude."

"You know what, Axel? Fine. C'mon Naminé, let's go somewhere Axel won't spy on us." Naminé smiled and blushed, thinking of how they could continue, when the intercom turned on.

"FINE, ROXAS, BUT JUST SO YA KNOW… I'VE PUT CAMERAS IN YOUR CAR TOO."

"WHAT?"

"JUST KIDDING."

Axel laughed as the two left the room, and turned on the system's computers. Typing in the password quickly, he transferred the video onto a CD and deleted the original, so that Xemnas would never find out that his darling Naminé was… well, performing less-than-professional actions in her room.

Besides, with him with the only copy, it would be a wonderful item for the best invention ever.

Blackmail.