Another little drabble for you all...not much more to say about this one except...don't assume it's as cavity-inducing fluff as it seems?
Could Have Been
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like?" Marluxia asked; his tone almost lazy in its contentment.
Vexen was silent, knowing by now that if he only waited a moment, Marluxia would actually make some sense of the questions he pulled from the middle of his inner musings.
"If we'd met before all of this," Marluxia continued, "before we became Nobodies."
Vexen turned the page of his book, ignoring the man sprawled across his chest for a few more seconds before speaking. "No, I actually had not." Perhaps Marluxia would be quiet and get some sleep now; Vexen had given him more than enough reason to be tired at this point.
Marluxia stretched tugging at a lock of Vexen's hair and not seeming to mind that he was being used as a prop for Vexen's book. "I have." He said softly. "I imagine you'd have hated me."
"Well that's…completely original." Vexen sneered, tucking his hair behind his ear so that Marluxia would leave it alone.
"But then I think I'd have won you over." Marluxia continued. "You don't absolutely loathe me now and all."
"That's entirely debatable." Vexen said mildly.
"Well you just managed to toss us both on the floor a few minutes ago, so if nothing else you like the sex…" Marluxia said, grinning at the slightly annoyed expression on Vexen's face.
"My tolerance of you is due largely in part to my inability to feel." Vexen said coldly.
"I disagree. But that isn't the point. I'm still talking." Marluxia said, pulling Vexen's hair back to where he could toy with it.
"I think I'd win you over, like I said, and you'd be grudging at first, because you're just like that, but after a while you'd realize that I'm really the best thing ever-" Vexen snorted at this and Marluxia flicked the end of his nose to get him to pay attention, "and you'd probably love me."
Vexen raised an eyebrow at that, rubbing his nose, more for show than because it had been hurt.
"And you'd probably be a brilliant scientist, right?" Marluxia continued.
"So I'm not already?" Vexen asked and Marluxia felt the corners of the book dig into his back. "Of course you are." Marluxia said easily, "but that would probably be your profession, free of the Organization and what not. I'd convince you to live with me, and we'd have a splendid house where we could fight and scream and fuck all we wanted with no one to bother us, we could have breakfast naked, and get some kind of pet, a cat probably, I don't like dogs, maybe something exotic, like a jaguar, oh, or a snow leopard for you…if you're rich enough you can own whatever you want, and we would be of course…and I'd take you all over the world, the multi-verse even maybe, all the places you won't let yourself go because of your experiments…mm, I can see screwing in the middle of the ocean, or maybe in a snow drift if you'd want somewhere cold…and then sometimes we'd just stay home, drinking tea and watching movies under a big blanket..."
Vexen was staring at him, looking a bit horrified at how…sappy he sounded.
"Holidays would be nice too. I'd dress in something sexy for you for Halloween since you're too much of a prude to…or maybe you could be convinced…I'd buy you decent clothes for Christmas because if it were up to you, you'd just throw any old thing on…we'd decorate a tree and I'd grow poinsettias…can you imagine grocery shopping? I bet we'd argue over everything…"
"Do you want to have sex again?" Vexen interrupted, looking evenly down at him.
"Yes." Marluxia said simply.
"That would shut you up?"
"It would." Marluxia said, grinning and pulling the book from Vexen's hands.
"Thank Darkness. You sound like a complete idiot." Vexen grumbled, tossing the blanket away and pushing Marluxia down onto the bed.
"Of course." Marluxia said; his lips quirking into a pleased smirk as Vexen's mouth descended to his chest. He'd been wondering how long that would take…
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