Question of the Chappie: Ever randomly decide that you're going to spend the night at someone else's house?
Written off of prompt #7 Heaven.
It was a sweet kiss, nothing passionate or ferocious or hungry. It was heaven, to put it simply.
They broke apart, Axel satisfied that Roxas had kissed him back, Roxas amazed that Axel had kissed him at all.
The lanky redhead tipped Roxas' head back and planted a kiss on the end of his nose, relishing the fact that a blush sprang to cover the blond's face almost immediately. "Let's blow this popsicle stand, Roxie," he said, whilst hauling the shorter boy to his feet and dragging him back to Axel's car.
"B-but, Axel, where're we gonna go?"
"Your house."
"W-what?"
"I need a place to crash tonight, and your house seems the most logical place."