When they broke apart, Marluxia was smiling breathlessly.
"Still think I'm gay?"
Larxene laughed.
"Nothing is going to convince me otherwise, Mar,"
"Not even sex..?"
Larxene couldn't help but snicker.
"You're kidding me. That has to be one of the most unromantic-"
She happened to glance up at Marluxia and he just shrugged nonchalantly.
"No. No way," Larxene continued, realising how serious he was. "Not here. We'd break the bed,"
"What kind of sex are you imagining?" Marluxia asked with a comically disturbed look on his face.
Larxene bounced up and down pointedly. The bed let out an ominous creak.
Marluxia smiled, and, with a rustle of leather, was suddenly so very close.
"If we get that far, my bed's only a portal away," He whispered, gently pushing Larxene down onto her back and straddling her. He absent mindedly ghosted a hand across her cheek.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"
"Several times," Larxene replied, reaching up to play with Marluxia's hair - how did he get it to be so soft? "But I never really listened,"
"You should have done. You are,"
Marluxia shifted a little again on top of her and Larxene swore she should almost feel the frantic beat of her non-existent heart.
"You're prettier than I am," She scoffed, gazing into those disbelieving crystal blue eyes.
"I'm just your average effeminate man. You're gorgeous,"
Despite herself, Larxene felt an odd feeling flutter through her stomach as Marluxia said that. She reached out to touch his empty chest, suddenly wanting to go so much further than just kisses in black leather coats.
"There's nothing average about you, Mar,"
"And you accuse me of flattery...?"
Her wandering hand travelled up to wrap itself around his neck, tucked underneath his silky hair.
"Oh, shut up,"
She pulled him down into another passionate kiss.