Talk Does Not Cook Rice
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Summery: My collection of one-shots, multipairings, lemons, long ones to short drabbles.
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Zexion x Demyx: Making Rice/ Talk Does not Cook Rice
Summery: Zexion teaches Demyx that actions speak louder than words. Demy's POV, Zemyx.
Some old Chinese guy said many, many years ago "talk does not cook rice". I never understood that quote, because I could easily say to someone 'Hey! Go cook me rice!', and I might just get some rice. Okay, so the chances of that happening is pretty low, unless I ask Zexion. Zexion doesn't say much, and whishes I wouldn't speak as much as I do. He tells me the only reason he makes rice for me is to shut me up. I don't care either way, and all I care about is getting the rice.
"Here" Zexion pushed a bowl of rice in front of me.
I blinked a few times and smiled. He sat parallel side of the table, and politely began eating his rice. I grabbed my chopsticks licking my lips. I was starving, Zexion was a great cook. I quickly gobbled down my food, and I could tell he was watching my not so well mannered eating habits. In a few moments I had finished my rice, put my bowl down, and looked straight at him.
"Hey Zexion?" His eyes lifted from his food and into my eyes.
"…What nine?"
"Have you ever heard that quote about rice?"
"Which one, nine? There are many"
"It goes something like talk does not cook rice, so have you heard it? I think it's stupid, I talk and I get rice" Zexion grunted at my remark.
"I've heard it, and it's a very accurate quote"
"How so?" He got up grabbing my plate. He put my bowl in the sink and turned on the water, rinsing it. I turned my body to face his back.
"It's trying to say words don't get things done" He turned off the water and started to walk away from me.
"That's not true….Hey we're not done here!"
"Do you think words can stop me?" He continued walking towards the kitchen door, when I cut in front of him.
"Sometimes" I grabbed his right arm and pulled his towards me.
"I think not, you had to use physical force to stop me"
"That's because I didn't want you to go"
"I had to prove to you words don't always work"
"Prove it" I whispered.
"Then shut up, and don't say a single word"
Our faces were so close, and I could tell when he was inhaling and exhaling. He pushed me against the kitchen table and climbed on top of me. He nibbled at my neck, then slowly pushed up the lower half of my robe. His arms were exploring me, and I was lying on the kitchen table, looking at his half eaten bowl of rice, trying to control my moans. His lips soon left my neck and met mine. He forced his tongue in my mouth, and when I slid my tongue in his, he gently bit mine.
There I was with Zexion, the man who made me rice, the one who never called me by my name, on top of the kitchen table, making out. Not that I didn't enjoy it, he should of done this to shut me up instead of making me rice. This is much tastier than rice, even his rice.
He broke the kiss and removed any attire he sensed as a distraction, aka my pants. His head went lower, and I felt a warm sensation between my legs. I couldn't help but let a moan of his name escape my lip.
"..Zexion" His head shot up, his eyes glared at me.
"Sush...say one more word and it ends" His lips made its way towards mine again and they softly kissed mine.
His right hand was now placed to the right of my head, and his left hand respectively. His chest was pushed against mine, and his lips almost touched mine. His lips teased me, they were so close yet they weren't pressed against mine. His legs formed a kneeling position, lifting his torso above mine now. His nonchalant facial expression soon faded away, and his lips formed a smirk. My eyes were drawn to his, and in them I felt like he was speaking to me. I didn't hear the words, but I understood somehow and nodded.
I felt a sharp pain then suddenly the pain faded away, very soon actually. It always hurt at first, but the pain way always so worth it. His breathing grew heavier along with mine, and the only sound I could hear was his breathing.
I ignored the fact I was getting fucked on a table, and that Zexion didn't finish his rice. Who would pay attention to that, when one feels this damn good? The idea of someone walking in didn't cross either of our minds, at least not mine.
His thrust grew faster, and every time they did I had to bite my lip harder. I felt blood trickle down my lip; I must not speak, I must not let this end. I felt his tongue lick the side of my mouth, which the blood went down on. He was sure a kinky one, I never would have guessed. In his moment of weakness, I crushed his lips against mine. I let my front teeth bite his lower lip, causing him to bleed. I felt his chest suddenly enlarge, and soon after I felt a surge of warmth. He took a few breathes, got up, and collected himself. He got off the kitchen table, leaving me with my legs wide open. He grabbed his bowl of rice and walked out of the kitchen.
There I was on the kitchen table, without his bowl of rice, and just had some of the best sex ever, when I realized I understood the quote now. Zexion was a man of few words, but he didn't need words. His actions screamed louder than any words I've ever heard. I rolled over and got off the table, grabbed a bag of rice, a wok, and some water. I was hungry after all, and I felt like some rice.
Notes: this is my first time writing a one-shot with them. It turned out to be way longer than I thought it would be. Err-I hope I kept Zexion in character, and I didn't make Demyx into a big ditz. Review, please? That would be nice. x3
