Larxene's stomach growled, rousing her from the near-nap state she was in lying on the library couch. Her head was resting in Axel's lap, his warm arm resting gently on her shoulder, his sleeve whispering against her hair as he turned a page of his book.
"Hungry, Larxy?" He raised an eyebrow.
She made a small noise as she stretched. "I must be." Her eyes were heavy, her tone drowsy. She let the book she was reading slide to the floor as she nestled back into the couch.
He snapped his book shut and leaned to set it on the side table, Larxene quietly protesting as he shifted.
"Reading Marquis de Sade and you can't handle a light jostling?" He smiled down at her, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face.
"I can make you regret it later if you'd like," she purred, her expression devious.
Axel did have to admit she looked almost inviting in her still-sleepy state. A rare moment for such a Savage Nymph.
"I'm sure you'll make me regret a great many things before the night is over." He ghosted his fingers across her cheek.
"Mm, you can only hope so." She caught his gloved thumb in her mouth, baring her teeth playfully.
He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "We should probably eat something first, though,' he murmured.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Was dinner satiating enough for your, Ms. Tummy Rumbles?"
She brushed past him up the stairs. "My hunger? Yes." She smirked. "I feel I need to…" she trailed off, searching for the right words.
"Hurt something?"
Her eyes lit up. "Roxas and Demyx did just return from a mission." A delighted, sadistic giggle escaped her lips as she dashed up the stairs.
Axel laughed and shook his head. There was no point in telling her not to, but he did quicken his pace up the stairs. He better lend the boys a hand before she got too carried away.
"Larxene, please." Demyx dodged another electrified foudre.
She cackled, "Dance water dance, right Demyx?" She didn't even try to hide the absolute glee in chasing him.
Roxas was already down for the count, breathing heavily and slightly smoking, lying in the corner across the room.
Axel leaned against the doorway and called her name, casually, like she was engaged in some mundane hobby.
She turned to acknowledge him, but still flicked a knife over her shoulder, catching Demyx's coat perfectly between his legs. He froze, eyes wide, and watched her approach Axel.
"We were just playing," she purred, running a blade the length of the redhead's jawline. He knew she was watching the blood pump through his carotid. She held the blade against his neck.
"Well, how about we give these boys a break and we have some fun?" He held out a hand.
She bit her lip, looking back at the still-petrified Demyx. She loved to relish the unadulterated fear, but Axel was so much more sensual.
Axel enjoyed watching her internal struggle. He'd like to say that he was doing this to protect XIII and IX, but he had to admit he enjoyed the sadistic attentions of XII. He stepped toward her, barely nicking the soft flesh just under his ear against the blade she still had trained on him. She turned as he pulled her close, a thin line of crimson trailing from the superficial wound. He lifted her chin with a single finger and gently pressed his lips against hers.
"What do you say, Larx?"
Her eyes flicked up to meet his for a brief second. She paused for another moment, then grabbed a handful of his coat and pulled him against her, crashing their lips together with a sharp spark and a fiery heat.
Axel had won that round, but he may not always be enough to distract her from her other hobbies.