Hey everyone! I'm sorry it took me awhile to update this one, but I got a new Sims expansion pack and everyone knows how those darn Sims have a way of sucking you in if you know what I mean. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the next part! Unfortunately the Roxas drama won't be until the next one, which I thought might happen anyways but I hope you guys don't mind. And as always I pray there aren't too many mistakes!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdm Hearts and/or any of the characters, they belong to Square Enix and Disney.
As you know, Axel's thoughts are in italics and Nami's are in bold italics.
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Tempt Me, Tease Me Until I...
.::Kiss You::.
Walls.
They can be put up, they can be torn down.
They can have doors, windows…and I'm not just talking about your average building walls here. People can have them too.
On the inside and the outside.
They can keep someone out or they can let someone in. It's our safety mechanism, our own personal shield of protection. They can keep you safe but when you let them down, it's clear that you can be hurt.
So it's not always easy to let down your drawbridge and let everyone pour in single file. You can try and pretend that you don't care but no one wants to be that vulnerable, no matter what they say.
Even if the door is open…there can be a brick wall behind it.
Make sure you don't run into it, don't make assumptions about your relationship with someone. They don't always see you the way you see them…you have to put forth an effort if you want something in return; whether it be, feelings or actions.
There is no smooth course to someone's heart, there is always a path riddled with rocks and weeds that will snatch you up if you try to run through it. But you'll have to get through it to make any kind of impression.
You have to make your way along at a walk, sometimes you have to wander off that path, even clip and trim a few weeds and once you reach it, you have to take down that wall.
Brick. By. Brick.
It's just like trust.
You have to earn it little by little, erode away the doubt like a steady wave as it crashes against an imposing stone face. And you know that takes time, okay, so in this case it's not a hundred years or so, but it still isn't an easy task…you have to stay dedicated even through setbacks and obstacles.
And not everyone is willing to do that…and finding that out can hurt; you had thought that maybe they did, maybe they had wanted to get to know you.
But there are people who do.
So don't waste your time on anyone who doesn't.
Some people know they have to want to be let in and that a part of that is wanting to work for that entry.
No matter how high the cost of admission happens to be.
I know it can be hard to see the positives of intentionally making yourself vulnerable but, they are there…you just need some help to see them. It's easy to get lost inside your own world of lullabies and flowers, shielding yourself from the rampant chaos that is most people's reality.
It's your escape, and despite what people say it doesn't mean you're out of touch.
You're just protecting yourself.
But you know, there is something beautiful about baring yourself to the world. Something so amazing that you can feel when you let someone in and they show you things you never thought you could see.
Things you never thought you could feel.
You can keep your refuge but you should still be able to reach that point where you won't be blind to what the world can offer.
No matter how much it can hurt…how much you might have to lose in order for that to happen.
She wasn't sure she would ever open up to the world ever again…you can be hurt one too many times. But, she hasn't reached that point yet…some things can take the pain away and it feels so good.
He helped her see that.
Just when she thought she'd never let her walls down again…she did. He offered her a glimpse of that beauty the world could offer, and the taste was sweet…one bite was just not nearly enough.
She wanted…needed, more.
So she could only follow him in hopes of another glance, and with that reliance he proved to her that there was something else that could happen to walls.
They could melt away.
.::.x.::.
You can't always feel someone's presence in a room, even after they've been gone for a long time and then finally returned. But with him she could always feel it.
Feel him.
That subtle warmth that rose off his skin, wrapping her cold limbs in a gentle heat that soothed her stiff muscles. It filled the room like the very air did, enveloping every curve and bend of the pasty walls.
She couldn't escape it…even if she ever wanted to.
She thoughtfully bit the end of her pencil crayon; azure gaze grazing his midnight cloaked body, draped lazily across his usual couch. Despite those intense emerald orbs being concealed beneath their lids, she knew he wasn't sleeping.
The heat was telltale.
She remembered, vividly, the night before. While he was sleeping, and his body let it's flaming core die down, he didn't emit his usual heat…at least to that extent of intensity. Having been so close to his body during that time, she knew that for a fact.
She felt a slight blush creep onto her cheeks as her mind wandered away from her, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to lie with him while he was awake…feel that warmth against her skin. Have it seep into her soul, both of them aware of each other's presence.
She was almost taken aback by her thoughts, it was beginning to unnerve her…he had such a strong affect on her.
Especially the fact that he made her actually want to carry out some of her…desires.
She felt her eyes narrow slightly in a glare in his direction but they softened immediately, the means of her glower weren't exactly on strong moral grounds. Hell, it didn't really upset her that much and it definitely wasn't his fault…she was just confused and that was her own problem.
She wasn't really sure what she was feeling and that definitely made her upset.
Because she wanted to know.
"Why don't you take a picture…"
The familiar drawl hung in the air, causing her to fumble with her pencil as she was taken by surprise. Her blue gaze flew to his face…and his still closed eyes.
"Excuse me?" she asked hesitantly, head tilted slightly to the side and eyes tapered with suspicion in the direction of the inferno.
"Why. Don't. You. Take. A. Picture…got it memorized? Come on Nami, I could feel your eyes burning a hole through me," he said simply, smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.
"How would you know? Your eyes are closed genius…besides I wasn't looking at you." she lied artfully, searching her brain for what she could have been looking at…she was sure he'd ask.
"Is that so? Well then what were you looking at?" he questioned complacently, one viridian eye cracked open to look at her as he leaned his head to the side, curious and a little disappointed that she hadn't been looking at him…well as far as he knew.
I can read you like a book…you're so predictable Axel.
It didn't hurt her chances that she had found the perfect façade either, lying right behind the couch he was sprawled across. She didn't think he would suspect anything.
But then again…putting weight on anything you thought about Axel wasn't exactly smart. He didn't always do what you expected.
The only thing predictable about him is that he's unpredictable.
Dependably deceiving.
"I was looking for a good place to put my picture and that just so happens to be right behind you…" she said, diving headfirst into her growing pool of lies.
Not a bad cover-up, I'll give her that but it's still not good enough to fool me.
"Uh huh…well, why don't you put this 'picture' where it belongs then," he tempted smoothly, repositioning his hands behind his head to get more comfortable.
Hmm, Mr. Chauvinistic doesn't seem that disappointed…he's got to be up to something.
"Alright, I will…" she agreed; curiosity dismissing his absent disappointment, she would figure out what he was trying to do…even if it that entailed discovering it first-hand.
Her slender fingers shuffled through the nearby pile of drawings, berating herself in her head because that probably didn't look to good to his doubtful eyes. Her eyes met a colorful picture that she had drawn for mere amusement; she thought it was a decent choice, rich colors always looked more recent anyways.
"You sure had to do a lot of searching for a picture you just finished…" the fire tamer mused skeptically, intense emerald eyes following her figure.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know I was wasting your time…you sure look like you're on a tight schedule," she shot back sarcastically, taking in his long body currently slumped lazily across the couch.
"Damn straight, you're lucky you're even talking to me…you wouldn't believe how crazy it can get some days," he said with a smirk, sharp green eyes narrowed in a mock glare for little more than a second.
"Very funny…" she teased with a playful smile, only to have it turn to a frown as she stopped in front of the couch…and he didn't move out of her way.
"Well…what are you waiting for, put the picture up," he said smugly, viridian eyes glinting sneakily.
"Aren't you going to move?" she said tensely; hands clutching the picture tightly, she wanted to know the rules to the game he was playing.
"Nope." he said simply; grinning broadly as he leaned further into the couch, he wasn't going anywhere.
"What am I supposed to do then, you're the one who said I should put it up in the first place," she said in exasperation, "And you're the one in the way," she protested, poking him in the chest for emphasis.
"I'm still not moving, despite that sad attempt at an argument. You'll just have to…work your way around me, especially after poking me." he put out as a suggestion, pressing his hand to his chest and feigning a look of pain.
"Fine, but you'll only have yourself to blame when I knee you in the stomach while I'm 'working my way around you'" she warned irritably, only getting a mocked look of fear from him.
"I hope you know how stupid you look…" she said with a laugh filled with satisfaction, watching as he wiped the look from his face and replaced it with frown.
She rolled her sparkling azure eyes at his change of expression, adopting a frown of her own as she shuffled her hesitant feet closer to the edge of the couch.
Why does he have to be so difficult…
She felt her knees sink into the worn fabric of the couch as she knelt into it, avoiding his body as best as she could considering how much of the couch his long and lanky form did take up. She leant towards the wall, struggling as she only had the use of one of her hands to keep herself steady.
And that proved to not be enough.
She felt her muscles falter, once tense with her focus but failing as she lost her balance along with it. Her free hand slipped down to rest on his lean leg, feeling the sinewy muscles under her palm stiffen beneath his pant leg.
His penetrating viridian gaze watched as she jerked back her hand, and then let his eyes raised to meet her own azure ones, catching the soft pink hue that bloomed upon her cheeks.
"I'm sorry…" she murmured, the knuckles on her hand turning white as her grip tightened nervously on the drawing.
Now at that, his emerald eyes widened in surprise.
Not because he thought she shouldn't be apologizing, hell, he was pretty damn particular about who touched him, but because of that underlying quality of the art of lies that he was so good at distinguishing. He was glad of that talent he had because if he hadn't been so good at it he probably wouldn't of caught it.
She had been lying…she wasn't sorry.
He wasn't totally sure what that meant though, she wasn't sorry that she had…touched him? What else had she really done that required an apology…yeah that's right, nothing. So that meant she had wanted to touch him, he wouldn't say it inflated his ego or anything but it definitely didn't hurt it.
And all this time I thought she didn't see me that way…
He felt a small smirk pull at the corners of his mouth; maybe his hand moved of it's own accord, personally he'd like to think he had willed it to move…and that's what he would settle for. His gloved fingers wrapped around her wrist and he gently pulled her closer to his face, sensing her tense but feeling it fade as he brought her closer.
A strand of her silken hair tickled his face, her delicate scent drifting to his nose: that's how close they were. She could feel his warm breath as it caressed her face, that and the combined heat from his body infecting her like a drug.
That part of her that knew he was up to something was consumed by that effect, lost beneath the warmth that swirled around her. It felt like all those desires were in her grasp, it wasn't something she had to pretend anymore.
She let her lids fall over her deep azure eyes; a heaviness succumbing them, the added weight of her will being to much. He had stopped pulling her closer, but somehow that still wasn't close enough. She felt her body lean forwards, it wouldn't be close enough until she felt his lips against hers.
She wanted it so bad…but something stopped her.
Her eyes fluttered open in surprise as she felt his finger against her lips, holding her back from what she wanted. His emerald eyes bore into her own; not with anger, but with something else she couldn't place.
"You really need to work on your lying…"
At first confusion left their dark marks on her pretty blue eyes, but then her anger sent them completely dark with emotion.
"You're unbelievable!" she fumed, struggling to get off of him.
He couldn't keep his viridian eyes from rolling as he watched her try and get off him, frowning a bit at her antics before grabbing her arm and pulling her back again.
Except this time he didn't skimp on their proximity.
The tender graze of his lips against her own sent a deep rush through her body, leaving a gentle tingling all over…she could barely even imagine what he could instill in her with something more. Whether he knew it or not, he had completely gotten to her.
Tainted her in such a beautiful way…with a mere kiss.
But then, he wasn't the only one at fault.
He couldn't even explain it, this feeling he had missed. He didn't think anyone had ever or could ever make him feel this way…she could drive him insane with a simple touch. She gave him the choice to care, and he took it…and she had made him wish he could touch her. Whether she knew it or not, she had completely gotten to him.
Intoxicated him in such an irresistible way…with an innocent kiss.
And they were both at fault, but it was made better by it being tied together.
Only, like most pure moments in time, there is always something to corrupt every single one of them. Stain them all a dishonest shade of black.
Reluctance tore through both their minds as they were forced to part their lips, the sound of her door opening breaking the silence and sending dread into the pit of their stomach's.
The sight that met the stunned blue eyes of the golden haired boy couldn't possibly have looked worse, especially in his broken gaze.
Roxas wouldn't lie…it really hurt.
"I-i didn't mean to…I mean, I'll just come back later" the blue eyed boy apologized quickly, words getting jumbled in his rush to leave.
The definite sound of her door clicking in the ear-splitting silence, made them both wince despite how small the sound had been. She had sat up from her earlier position where she had been lying on top of him, unintentionally straddling the fiery inferno: which probably hadn't looked too classy.
"Umm…oops." she said with a nervous smile, bangs falling prettily over her eyes.
"Understatement of the year," he said with a small smirk before taking in her position, "You almost had me fooled Nami, I never knew you were so…hands-on." he indicated with a suggestively raised eyebrow.
He watched with a growing grin as her doe-like blue eyes widened, only then realizing her own stance before smacking her forehead in frustration.
"This can't have looked good…" she moaned guiltily, but still unable to keep a smile from pulling at her lips.
"I dunno, it looks pretty good to me," he admitted with an impish grin dancing across his features, earning him an affectionate whack on the arm, " I guess I still have to talk to him though…" he sighed heavily, grin fading slowly from his face as he sat up, sending her forwards and conveniently into his arms.
"He wouldn't say anything would he?" she asked softly, face pressed into his chest.
"That's not really what I'm worried about…" he trailed off quietly, cheek nestled in her silken hair.
The memory of their fight before brought back problems he didn't think he would have to face again, but like most unsolved problems, they resurface.
After all…what goes around comes around.
No exceptions.
Well, that's the gist of this chappie! I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope to hear from you if you did :) I hope you guys like the little intros I've tended to do before I get into the chapter...if you don't, speak up! I kind of just like to try new things and I really have been enjoying writing those intros but I could try something new if you don't. Anyways I guess that's all I have to say for now...I don't know what I'm going to call the next one so I guess you'll have to wait ths time. Remember to read and review everyone! Oh and I'm thinking about bringing Larxene back for maybe a chapter or two later on or something along those lines...what do you guys think? I personally love writing her.
Cheers, and until next time!
- Michelle