Chapter 12: Fluff and Mc Flurries
Nightshroud: Haha I'm going to bash on Mc Donalds in here slightly. Sorry but all the ones in Easton (where I live) are greasy dumps, therefore explaining my detesting of them. Anyway, I love writing Larxels, cuz I just love Larxel lovers! They're such good reviewers. 8D Thanks to all of you.
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"I'll come back and pick you up if you give me a call," the cab driver said as she dropped Larxene and Axel off at the McDonalds' restaurant closest to them.
"Thank you so much. You have no idea how grateful we are for all you do for us," Larxene said as she closed the car door.
"Oh, that's no problem. You're nice people," he said, and drove away.
"Now, what shall it be, Miss Larxene?" Axel asked in a teasingly posh voice as they joined the small line at the counter, "Perhaps a chicken sandwich, or a cheeseburger?" Larxene smiled.
"A salad, actually," she said. Axel made a face.
"A salad? Oh well, it's your choice. I don't know anyone who goes to McDonald's to eat a salad, but then again, you are odd, aren't you?" Larxene smiled sweetly and stepped on his toe.
"What was that, Axel dearest?"
"Nothing!" Axel choked out as she ground her heel into his foot.
A few minutes later Larxene and Axel were seated at a (admittedly not very clean) table. Axel had ordered an enormous burger, and Larxene had looked at him sternly for it.
"What?" he had said, "I'm a big guy!"
Larxene didn't think he was particularly tall, though he was almost a head taller than her.
Now Axel was happily eating his burger while Larxene was just as happily eating her salad, although she stole a fry when he wasn't looking, just to have a little taste.
"We certainly do look a little out of place here, don't we?" Larxene asked as she looked around.
The place was painted in bright colours, which somehow looked cheap under the bright lighting. A lot of the tables weren't very clean, as most of the staff were teenagers who seemed either to be fighting sleep or else more interested in standing around and talking.
There was a group of giggling teenage girls at a table in the corner, all dressed up and caked in make-up. Larxene supposed they were going to, or had just left, a party.
At another table, there was another girl, maybe Larxene and Axel's age. She seemed to be a student, as she was trying to read Shakespeare's 'Hamlet' while eating some fries. She wasn't doing too well, as she kept missing her mouth with her food.
Then, the last occupant of the restaurant was a man who looked very tired (Larxene thought he probably worked nights) and this was his dinner.
Larxene and Axel, in their smart work clothes, certainly did look out of place.
Axel, in answer to her question, sneezed loudly. Larxene blinked at him as he dug in his pocket for a tissue and hurriedly blew his nose.
"Bless you," Larxene said, looking concerned. "Are you okay?"Axel nodded firmly and smiled.
"How about we have McFlurries now?" he asked, and Larxene was surprised to note that they had both finished eating without her realising it.
"Oh no, I couldn't," Larxene said, shaking her head. Axel laughed.
"You look so scared at the idea of eating one! Haven't you ever tasted them?" he asked. Larxene shook her head.
"Definitely not. I don't even want to know what's in them. And don't get me started on what the calorie count must be…" she said until Axel cut her off.
"Larxene dear, you have to learn to live a little," he said, and marched up to the counter before Larxene could stop him.
"Wait!" she called, but he didn't even turn around. Sighing, she slumped down in her seat and resigned herself to her fate - being force-fed ice-cream.
Axel returned a few minutes later holding only one McFlurry… and two spoons. Larxene raised an eyebrow.
"I thought that if I brought two over, you'd have a heart attack. So we can share one," he said as he sat down and pulled the plastic lid off the ice-cream. Larxene looked a little wary.
"Oh, come on, Larxene! A half of one just this once isn't going to kill you!" he said as he handed her a spoon.
That wasn't what she was wary about. It was just that, now they were sharing ice-cream, it felt like a…a… date.
Axel dipped his spoon in and put a mouthful into his mouth. He grimaced for a moment.
"Cold," he muttered by way of explanation. Then he swallowed.
"Now you," he said encouragingly to Larxene, as if she were a three-year-old. Larxene hesitated, her spoon poised over the container as she bit her lip.
"Now, Larxene," he said sternly, "you put some of that into your mouth or I will do it for you." Larxene spluttered.
"You mean feed me?" she asked.
"Yes," Axel said, sounding completely serious, "in front of all these people, I will force-feed you ice-cream. Now there's something I never thought I'd have to do - force-feed someone ice-cream." He looked amazed.
"Just shows that you really are strange," he said slyly. Larxene colored immediately.
"I am not strange!" she exclaimed, and to prove her point, she crammed a large spoonful of ice-cream into her mouth. She made the same face as Axel had before.
"Cold?" he asked. She nodded, then swallowed. And promptly ate another spoonful.
"Is it nice?" Axel asked wickedly. Larxene blushed.
"Maybe a little," she admitted.
They were on their third shared McFlurry twenty minutes later.
"It's just cold liquid sugar," Larxene said as she spooned some into her mouth.
"Then why are you eating it?" Axel asked, grinning, as he ate another spoonful.
"It turns out cold liquid sugar tastes rather nice," she said.
Axel sneezed again. Larxene wasn't convinced that he was okay at all, but decided not to press the matter.
A little while later, when the third ice-cream was almost finished, Axel looked at Larxene and she giggled. Axel smiled automatically.
"What?" he asked.
"Do this," she instructed, and licked her lips. Axel stared at her and didn't move a muscle as he watched her moist pink tongue slide over her lips. When he didn't move, Larxene coughed.
"Axel, lick your lips. They're all white," she said, and Axel jumped.
"Why don't you come over and lick them for me?"
Axe; blinked and tried very hard not to blush. Why did the voice in his head always say stupid and/or perverted things?
"Axel, your lips," Larxene prompted again. Still Axel didn't move. He looked dazed, and again Larxene had to wonder if he was feeling okay.
She sighed and looked around the table for a napkin. When one didn't turn up, she shrugged and wiped his lips with her finger. Axel stared up at her, stunned at what she was doing. When she pulled away, her gaze was drawn to his lips, now pinker and swollen where she had rubbed them…
"Well,"
said the annoying voice in Larxene's head, "that was smart, wasn't it? Draw your attention to his lips. And now you're wondering whether they taste of ice-cream, aren't you?""I am not," Larxene muttered.
"Sorry?" Axel asked. Larxene shook her head.
"Nothing," she said.
Then suddenly, she pressed the back of her hand to his forehead and frowned.
"I knew it!" she exclaimed. "You have a fever!"
"I do not," Axel said stubbornly, then, right on cue, he gave his loudest sneeze yet.
"You're sick!" Larxene cried, almost triumphantly.
"I'm not!" Axel insisted, before he began to cough. Larxene looked skeptical.
"Okay, so maybe I don't feel so good…" he admitted when the coughing fit subsided. His eyes were watering, he was flushed and he gave a loud sniff.
"You look terrible," Larxene said.
"Thanks," he replied dryly.
"I knew you were too warm earlier," Larxene said, as if he hadn't spoken.
"Why didn't you say something?" she asked, sounding annoyed. Axel sighed heavily.
"I hate being sick," he admitted, "it makes me feel useless."
"Well, pretending you're not sick is hardly going to make you better," Larxene pointed out.
She pulled her cell from her pocket and dialled the cab man's number. Axel sat silently while Larxene talked to him, then hung up.
"She's coming now. Now, what you need is a cup of tea and some sleep. You can stay in bed tomorrow, and I'll go to the conferences myself," Larxene said firmly. Axel opened his mouth to object, but Larxene shook her head.
"Not a word from you. You are going to play the meek little patient, Axel, and do what I say, because you need to get well for our flight home," Larxene said.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Axel asked, sounding disgusted. Larxene only grinned.
"I used to love playing nurse to sick people when I was younger. Whenever my father or big brother got sick, I would order them off to bed and make endless cups of tea and bowls of soup," Larxene said, smiling reminiscently.
"Plus," she added, "I get to boss you around."
"I have a feeling," Axel said with a sigh, "that that is the part you're really enjoying."
"Now," Larxene said when she and Axel had made it back to their hotel room, "you get changed into your pajamas, and I'll go downstairs and get you a cup of tea from the kitchens. They'll get you something twenty-four hours a day, which is good." Axel looked confused.
"But I didn't bring any pajamas," he said, "I sleep in the nude." Larxene's mouth fell open.
"Really?!" she squeaked. Axel grinned.
"Only when it's warm," he said, shrugging. Then he saw Larxene's astonished face and he laughed.
"I was just kidding!" he assured her.
"The expression on your face…" he said, laughing. Larxene made a grumpy face at having been made fun of yet again.
"Just change into something," Larxene instructed as she left, closing the door behind her.
"I wonder," Axel muttered to himself as he dug through his suitcase for his night-clothes, "if she would find it funny if, when she came back, I was wearing something of hers?"
He thought for a moment.
"Probably not," he decided.
Nightshroud: Sorry if it ends a little suddenly, but my mom needs to get on the computer. Anyway, I hope you liked the chapter. And next chapter, they're going to be sleeping...Hehe wonder how that's going to work out, eh? You'll see! Leave me lot's of nice reviews, k? 8D
