"You look ridiculous." I say opening the door to Axel who is, to my surprise, right on time. Axel's wearing tight black dress pants that show off his muscled legs and a nice pair of dress shoes, sounds fine right? Then, an open bright purple blazer with zebra print lining, a button down patterned with the galaxy, tucked in, with the first few buttons undone and no tie. To top it all off he's got his hair pulled completely into a beanie and sunglasses, currently resting on his head.

"How sweet," he picks my hand up and kisses it. "You look ravishing."

I know. Sora and I agonized about what to wear. We settled on skinny black pants, and an off-white button down that cuts off at the elbow. My wristband exchanged for a nice leather piece and I'm wearing several of my choice rings. Classic. Sexy. Simple. The swelling in my eye finally went down enough for me to look like an actual person, I ringed my eyes in a black eyeliner much less expertly then Axel who has winged his out.

I press myself into him, forcing his ear down to my mouth, my hand strategically placed at his heart. "Sora's going to ask you to sign something," I whisper and kiss him on the cheek. He laughs a short laugh at the unexpected words. "I'll be right back." And I pull away heading to my bedroom. I'm acutely pleased that Axel's eyes travel the length of my back, land on my ass, and stay there.

Sora steps in front of Axel first chance he can. "Hey, I'm Sora." He says sheepishly extending a hand.

"Twins, huh?" Axel smirks, taking his hand. I roll my eyes and tune out the rest of their conversation.

I grab all of my things. Keys. Wallet. Trolley fair. Extra condoms. Travel sized lube. Breakfast bar, breath mints, and deodorant are for the morning. Hey. I'm no idiot. I've mastered the essentials to make my walk of shame less shameful.

Everything's tucked neatly into my side satchel, which I pull over my head before walking back to the living room. Gaayyy. I know, but how the hell else would I carry everything. In pants this tight pockets only do me so much good.

The living room is filled with the buzz of Sora endlessly talking. "I'm ready." I intrude, cutting my brother off who promptly look embarrassed.

"Nice to meet you." He nods, before bowing out. Sora turns back to hug me goodbye, very touchy. "Have fun," and he gives me a wicked look.

Axel holds out his hand. "Shall we?"

I slide my fingers between his. "Lets go."

We walk for a good while. "What no fancy ride?" Cars are sort of uneconomical in Twilight Town since the trolley can take you anywhere you want to go, but for the absurdly rich, cars are a status symbol. Peasants walk. Kings ride in their carriage and all the bullshit.

"No," he still hasn't dropped my hand; I have to bend my elbow to keep our fingers interlocked. "Must hand left it in my other pants." Axel looks down at me from the corner of his eye. "How am I doing so far?"

"What, date wise?" Axel nods. "It just started. I'll let you know if you get an A."

"I'll get an A plus."

"I'll let you have whatever you want if you do." I say sarcastically, making it very clear I don't think that's going to happen.

"Whatever I want? Huh. I like the sound of that."

I roll my eyes. With Axel leading me we head toward the Twilight Tower. I hold my breath as we pass under the large clock, heading into the train station. I try my best to ignore the tingling feeling of dread in the base of my skull. Axel must notice my beginning panic attack but he says nothing.

Okay….? We've by-passed the ticket booth. We pass a whole line of trains, and then there it is. Ahh. I fucking knew it would be something like this.

"Your own personal train car?" I shake my head. I know its got to be Axel's because of the gaudy color purple its painted, not to mention the matching red flames running down each side. It's ugly, and a press magnet, which renders his shitty disguise useless.

Axel's face is all smirk, and it bothers me that I can't see his eyes. "She's a beauty isn't she?"

"You aren't color blind, right?"

"Nope. I'm naturally able to pair things with subtle balance." Axel pulls me inside. Nodding hello to a bodyguard dressed in a white apron. The inside is better—mostly neutral tones. There are couches instead of benches, with many throw pillows and silk sheets of color.

The bodyguard, who I now understand is a waiter, puts a glass of Champaign in my hand.

I take a sip. Oh, that's actually quite nice. "I see you chose the casual date. Nothing too flashy."

Axel sits, crossing his legs sensually. He's removed his beanie and sunglasses and damn is fine in the low light. His features are a low smolder, slowly warming me. The train car starts to move.

"I didn't want to overwhelm you. Not yet."

"Not…yet?" I repeat, unable to think of anything clever to say. What else is he planning? This is atmosphere plenty for fucking. I sit next to him and finish my drink hoping to settle the sizzle under my skin. Getting drunk probably isn't the best idea, but hey.

Axel smoothly puts an arm around me, not touching me just laid on the back of the couch, but I can still feel him so he might as well be feeling me up. The waiter flies by to refill my drink and Axel's, setting the bottle on the table.

"So," Axel says looking straight into my eyes. "How old are you?"

My brows furrow together. "Twenty."

"You're younger then I thought."

"Pfft. Everyone thinks I'm like sixteen. I get I.D.'d at R-rated movies."

Axel snorts a laugh, drinking his own glass of Champaign. I notice that were turned into each other, me just as much as Axel.

"Well that's what I thought at first too, but then I saw you fight and I thought you had one of those faces. I settled on twenty four."

"Hm. Four years. You're a generous man."

"I like to think so."

"Why? How old are you?"

"Twenty-nine."

"You're ancient." I deadpan. "You got your walker hidden around here somewhere?" I look around for effect, but get caught back up in Axels gaze, and swallow more of my drink.

"Roxas."

"I hope you're still spry for your old age." I say, nerves getting best of my ability to shut the hell up. He rolls his eyes. Calm down, I berate myself. Gods. You'd think I'd never been on a date before based solely just on the jittery bubbling in my stomach.

"I think it says a lot about my beauty that I can still get a sixteen year old like yourself."

I shrug playfully. "You've got munny."

"Because you're a gold digger."

I lull my head back to rest on his arm; I'm popping with tension. I have to swallow before I speak, trying my best to sound sexy and cool and coy. "A business man. I do you," pausing I watch the twitch of a smile on his lips," a service, and get adequately paid."

"So that, not impressed with munny or fame…all an act?" Axel's leaning his head into mine, I can almost feel his hot breath on my skin, and it gives me goose bumps.

"Completely," I almost whisper. Using my tongue to sound out the word sensually.

And then we kiss. I've kissed before. Guys. Girls. The occasional transvestite. But…kissing Axel is different then all of that. I've never felt that thing you know? That tingle, gut wrenching…thing. We're like two electrical rods sparking in the middle.

The kiss itself is sweet, his lips press wholly into mine making my mouth come away burning. The static isn't just in my groin, but there's the promise of pleasure reaching all the way to my fingertips and toes. Axel's hands are in my hair pulling my face closer as he continues to move his mouth against mine.

I'm ensnared. Trapped in the circle of his arms as we make out.

There are a lot of things I've forgotten about kissing, I fall into the usual pattern of course. My lips a massage, our heads twisting to better accommodate each other so close, I run my hands down Axels ripped chest. However, there's other stuff too. The awkward press of his nose into my cheek, the occasional bump of teeth as we figure each other out, how wet it can be. Lets not forget the noise, that smacking pulse.

I'm tight with want, stretching me thin. I'm about to make the move to straddle him, when the train stops.

Axel stops kissing me, but he leaves out faces close. "We're here," his voice is dripping with lust and fuck it all if I don't care that we are 'here', but he stands pulling me with him.

"Don't pout," he chides to which I stick my lip out further. He smiles kissing me deeply like our first kiss wasn't two seconds ago. "I have plans to sufficiently woo you. I don't want to spoil them." But his eyes say that's exactly what he'd like to do.

And still we get off the train.

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Mutha fuckin date night. I love these next two chapters, let me know if you like where this is heading also. ^^

Heartbeat ~ Kopecky

That's what I like ~ Flo Rida

Shadow Flash ~ Indiana

Wherever Is Your Heart ~ Brandie Carlile