Author's Note: Oh, now just look at me. I'm going out of order! Whatever, I had inspiration for this one, and I figured I'd have a difficult time working on Tears when I just finished one called 'Depression.' So Firelight… yup. This is the scenario it sparked in my brain. Hopefully it's coherent. ;) Also, don't expect two in one day very often… I'm just very, very behind on my NaNo Word count, and these are the stories I'm using for it. Well, this and some that I'm doing with Nicayal. :)
Anyway, enjoy!
Word Count: 520
Firelight did interesting things to a person's face. For example, here Axel sat inches from Roxas's face, and the shadows that flickered across the pale skin there seemed to sizzle rather than cool the way a shadow should. He also found that the orange light that set those blue eyes on fire, flickered in and out across skin with the effect of cooling it somehow. If Axel had to explain it in words, it would be impossible. All he knew was that finally, for the first time, he was going to kiss the guy he'd been dreaming about for so long.
The sharp feeling in his middle did nothing to make this an easy task. His breath was already coming in heaves, pressing harder between his lips, and pushing out again before it even managed to stifle the ache for more air. Why was he so nervous?
Roxas looked up at him in the firelight, expecting and, maybe, wanting. Leaning forward, closing the small, remaining gap, he did it. His lips met soft, yielding lips that greeted him like they'd been waiting a while for this hello. The first touch was experimental, soft; starting a conversation and seeing what the reply would be. The blond's reply was definitely an open ended one, keeping the conversation going, and leading it into different subjects as the firelight made colors dance behind closed eyelids.
He opened his mouth just slightly, testing his conversational move, because he wasn't sure if he would be accepted or rejected in this subject area. His tongue reached out to taste, gently sliding across Roxas's bottom lip, and the answering shudder sent a resounding shiver down Axel's spine. Now not just their lips were involved in this discussion; now their bodies were communicating as well.
The other mouth opened to him, and he slipped his tongue in to taste the mouth pressed against his, sighing as he felt the other organ slide against his own. Then the conversation got a little heated, a little frantic; a little closer. Without realizing he'd started it, Axel felt a hand stroke his cheek, noticing only after that touch that he was clutching Roxas's face and pulling the other man closer. Whether or not he wanted to, at that moment he could not let go.
Their conversation was a dance, a battle, both heated and sweet. But as it was the first and both knew they weren't ready for more just yet, no matter how badly they might want it, the conversation suddenly began to slow down; to cool down. Lips moved against lips more gently, and tongues slowly began to trace and then retreat. Memorization ensued, because all too soon the conversation was coming to an end.
Both men kept their eyes closed as long as they could, withdrawing slowly, and when two sets of eyes slowly began to open, firelight danced wildly off of two different colored irisesas they met. If the room had been warm before, it was now downright sweltering now, but neither Axel nor Roxas would be complaining, despite the slight discomfort of squirming in both torsos.
