"Who's Roxas?" he asked, sincere confusion radiating from his blue eyes. She stopped, having not considered this option; maybe, he had lost all his memories once again?

"What's, your name?' she asked slowly as her hands gently, took hold of his face, and searched for any sign of deceit. She found none, as he slowly answered.

"My name? My name is…well…I mean….my name?" his eyes widened in shock as the realization came crashing down on him. "I…don't….I don't…know!" his voice rose higher as he wrenched himself free and took his head in his own hands. He stayed there, hunched and shaking, until he said quietly.

"I do remember a name." she nodded for him to continue. "I used to say it to myself every night, before I went to bed, and when I did that, my black nightmares turned into dreams bathed in white. "Namine" he whispered. "Isn't it a pretty name?" he turned to look at her and found her smiling, but with streaks of tears running down her pale face. "Ahh! I'm sorry what did I say!?" he said hurriedly, trying to comfort her.

He was pushed down roughly and suddenly. She kissed him with a pent up passion of such ferocity he was shocked; it took him awhile to actually kiss her back. It was she, who licked his lower lip, begging for entrance, he opened eagerly and was amazed at the warmth of her tongue, her mouth, her, just, her. He wrapped his arms around her small waist and pulled her closer, they broke apart for air, but Roxas continued kissing her neck, sucking and nipping as he made his way lower.

"Ohhh." She moaned quietly, as he found an especially sensitive spot near her collarbone. She moved her head to the side to give him better access and realized that the straps on her sundress had come off completely and the bottom of her dress riding high. She went to move the strap back up when she froze.

Roxas breathed over the top of her partially exposed breasts, as he was rubbing her thighs, pushing the skirt higher. She looked down at him and shuddered at the lust clouding them.

"Cold? He smirked as he teased her skirt higher, brushing closer and closer to her inner thigh, her breath hitched as he kissed the top of her chest. "Y'know, I'm quite willing to help you with that." He brushed her nipple through the light cotton of her dress, lightly with his free hand. She knew she wasn't cold; it was actually getting quite hot, so very, hot. She smirked right back however and teased him back.

"Well." she drawled lazily as she stretched in an exaggerated fashion, causing her skirt to rise and her white panties peek out. "You don't seem to be in very good condition to help me with my situation." She smiled as she sat up slightly and brushed the growing lump in his pants.

"You could always help me first." He breathed, eyes smoldering. "Then, I could help you." She put her finger to her mouth and tilted her head to the side.

"Well…" she sighed "I don't know.." all the while she was pondering her top had fallen lower and lower and that Roxas was staring intently. She squeaked as she felt something warm cover her chest, even over the fabric she could feel the heat emanating from his mouth, and it drove her wild. Before Roxas could blink she had thrown his shirt to the ground.

"Fair is fair" he growled as he lifter her dress over her head and threw it into the growing pile of clothing. He teased he more, kissing her breasts over the bra, until she hissed.

"Roxas, stop teasing!" she glared at him.

"Why should I?" he mock glared right back, amused. As he slid one hand into her bra, for a fleeting second, passing his thumb over her nipple. She groaned and arched her back, but he pulled away and laughed.

He was too busy laughing that when she took hold of him, suddenly and with such force, he had the breath knocked right out of him; she started stroking him as he gasped out at the sheer pleasure of her ministrations.

Unbeknownst to the two teenagers, inside the cell, they were currently being watched by a hooded figure. He swept back his hood and brushed back his fiery red hair.

"Well, wadaya know! He actually remembers! Well, we kept him away from that door long enough, almost a year." He continued to ramble. "No wonder they painted the door black, so he wouldn't be tempted to go in there…" he was interrupted by a chorus of moans. "Heh, and to think, if the paint hadn't peeled and shown the white paint underneath…" he smirked. "Woah, getting preety hot in there. Wonder where Demyx is, dude owes me 30$!"