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Massage Therapy
Xion made a pouting face as she knocked the door, waiting for her friend to answer in the hallway apartment. She was not happy today, and she surly wasn't going to be proud of what she's about to do, but a deal is as deal.
"Oh, Xion, glad you could drop by," Vanitas spoke mischievously as he opened the door.
"Let's just get on with this!" Xion growled, her face turning a little red with mix emotions.
She stepped in his apartment, setting down her things while taking a look around. Vanitas was smirking as he sat on the couch, tapping the covers next to him telling Xion to sit. She did unwillingly and looked away from him, for if she had to see his smirk one more time, she won't be able to control herself and kill him.
"Shall we get started," Vanitas questioned.
So, a couple days ago, Xion and Vanitas made a bet. The terms of the bet doesn't matter, all you already know is that Vanitas won, and he asked Xion for one thing if he'd one, a back massage.
Xion sighed in despair and watched as Vanitas unbuttoned his shirt, glancing over at her to see if she was looking, and she was. He rested on his front on the couch, Xion going on her knees in between his hips.
"If you ever… tell anyone, I'll kill you," Xion warned.
Vanitas chuckled. "Yeah, I know."
Xion took a deep breath and placed her small hands on his lower back, hearing a slight sigh in response from Vanitas. She pressed down a little bit and motioned upward on his shoulder blades, Vanitas closing his eyes and groaning a little.
"You know, if you're feeling made, I won't mind giving you the same treatment," Vanitas offered mischievously.
A vain pulsed in Xion's head; she growled angrily and dug her nails in his back, sliding them all the way down his back, Vanitas groaning in pain.
"I'll take that as a yes,"
Chapter end…
Hmmm… I think I might make a Oneshot based off this chapter. O.o