Muscle Memory
"Roxas, it's the only way for you to regain your memories." said Naminé as she stood up out of her chair. Roxas looked around the White Room. All the pictures, the drawings. They seemed so familiar, but so distant. He could feel his heart beating erratically. He didn't know why. She walked over to the longer part of the table and leaned over it, using her hand to keep her upright. He moved over behind her, taking his position. She pulled up her dress, revealing her white panties, which by this time had grown quite moist. The simple sight of this excited Roxas. He began to rub the wet part, making her release an almost silent moan. He gripped the top of them and slowly lowered them, revealing her perfect rear and soaking slit. "Your pants." she told him, knowing that he was confused as to what to do next. He undid his garment and his member popped out almost too ready for what was fixing to happen. He slowly began to prod her, each poke made her moan. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he pushed himself in. They both let out a gasp. He started to pump himself into her, slow and shallow, driven by an unknown, yet familiar, force. After a moment, she began to rock her hips toward him, letting him know it was alright. He pulled almost all the way out, then at the last second, drove his member deep inside of her entrance. Naminé let out a loud moan of pleasure. He gripped her hips and shoved himself deep into her time and time again. They both began to pant, moan, and call out each others name.
"Na-Naminé..." he trailed off. He was reaching his limit.
"G-go ahead." she finished for him. She too was ready. After a few short seconds, they both broke the peak of their bliss and came. They let out loud moans that echoed in the small room. They both slumped to the floor, Naminé in his lap and he still in her.
"That felt... so natural..." he panted. "I've... I've never done that before."
"It's... all muscle memory." she smiled back at him.