Namine's heart almost crashed
through her chest as she hurriedly walked away from the handsome red
head. That was the biggest rush she'd ever had! His body pressed
tight up against hers, her hands intertwined around the back of his
head, his spicy scent filling her nostrils… He smelt like cinnamon.
She giggled as she remembered one of the properties of cinnamon.
It
was an aphrodisiac.
Axels hand flew to his pocket and withdrew the not that the blonde had left their. With shaking fingers he tried to open it, but he dropped the small piece of folded paper. With a snarl, he dropped to his knees and picked it up off the dirt. Inside there was a single sentence written in a hurried manner.
My name's Namine, what's yours?
He stared blankly at the piece of paper for a minute. Something about the name refused to let his mind work normally. It was as if that little bit of emptiness inside of him was shaped exactly like her form… Shaped exactly like Namine.
Namine paused slightly, unsure of where to go next. People were mulling towards the town square where most of the festivities were taking place, but there was a smaller crowed heading down an alleyway. Normally she would have gone with the larger group of people, but tonight she felt… Risky. Plus she knew exactly where the crimson man would follow her to, and so that was the path she took.
Axel finally
awoke, and scrawled quickly on the back of the piece of paper. He
clenched the note tight in his fist and pressed forward, determined
to find Namine once more.
He reached a corner, with the town's
large center square to his left and an alleyway to his right. The
square was packed with people, all laughing and singing merrily. The
alley was being quickly emptied of people as they rushed through it
to the street on the other side. He quickly mulled over the choices.
Square with many people or dark alley way with only a few people?
He
turned right and followed the alleyway down.
Namine's footsteps clacked loudly against the cobblestone street, amplified by the walls around her. It was dark in the alley. The lights from the main streets didn't reach this far down, and instead there was a circle of lamp light at either end of the alley with ominous darkness in the middle. Her beating heart was no longer trembling from mere excitement, but now also from fear. She had never come this way before, and the group of people that she had followed down here were now long gone. She was, for the moment, alone.
Axel entered the
alleyway just as the crowed of people exited it. There was one person
lagging behind them. A girl in a white dress. Axel squinted through
the darkness and grinned. It was Namine.
He began walking quickly
but silently towards her. She wasn't to know that he was behind her
until he wanted her to.
The red head quickly caught up to his
quarry, and he trailed her for a few seconds before tapping her
lightly on the shoulder.
Namine jumped and started to scream before a leather gloved hand was placed over her mouth. She involuntarily breathed in, and calmed down almost instantly when she recognized the scent. Cinnamon. The hand moved from her mouth as its partner snaked across her midriff, and slowly slid down her neck, leaving a trail of fire behind on her skin. The hand stopped at the top of her breasts, tracing lovingly across the seam of fabric and skin where her dress met her body. The leather felt no where near as good as what she imagined the mans skin to feel, and she yearned for the contact.
Axel's hands both moved towards Namine's breasts and began to lightly trace around them, never fully touching them; even though it killed him not to do so. Namine's head lolled back and rested on his chest, and the contact startled him, but he did not falter. After what seemed like an eternity, but could only have been a few seconds, Axel slipped one gloved hand down the front of Namine's dress and deposited a slip of paper between her breast and her skin. As soon as this was done, he reluctantly withdrew both of his hands and stepped back from the girl, but not going too far in case she fell.
Namine gasped as the hand reached inside her dress and caressed her breast slightly. All too soon the contact was over, but had left a little surprise in her bra. The hands disappeared, and she stood there stunned. Her little ploy had worked better than she could ever have imagined. She reached into her bra - grumpy that it was her hands and not the strangers - and withdrew what she knew would be the note. She unfolded it carefully, noticing that the note had been crumpled before smoothed out and carefully folded, and read what was written on the back.
I'm Axel, do you live around here?
