Waking up the next morning, I could remember the way his mouth had felt against every part of my body. I could picture the way he had looked up at me from between my legs, the way it felt to have him… inside, the way he tasted. The thoughts were making my face burn hot and red, but I couldn't stop the thoughts. Those green eyes were so shocking, and every time I had looked down, he had looked back at me, his hands dancing across my skin.

I sat up then, pressing my hand against my face to try and distract my brain; it wasn't successful. Before I could arrange my thoughts and organize myself, I felt something wrap around my hips, over my middle. My muscles tensed beneath my skin, and I found myself in a mild panic. Looking quickly, I saw a pale, scrawny limb, an arm. I took a deep breath, but as I moved the sheet, I saw that mess of red hair. Axel. Oh, thank god.

Wait. Axel? I thought we'd been… fighting? When I shifted my legs to press myself up, I felt my own skin. What the hell? Was I naked? Moving the sheets, my own skin peered back at me, my legs pale, just like the rest of me. Oh no. That arm was moving again, pulling me closer. Panic set in, my heart racing in my chest. My body felt like it was slipping, and, suddenly, I was. Catching myself, I had my hands set on either side of the form beneath me, the body moving a little. I was finally starting to wake up, the memories setting in and reminding me of how good his body felt.

Moaning. My eyes locked on the red hair beneath me, his head shifting and his eyes opening with furious blinking. Before I could move away to try and fake as though I hadn't been staring at him, those emeralds turned to me. I watched him take a deep breath, watched as it developed into a yawn. A small smile came to his lips, his arms wrapping around me lazily. I could feel how loose his grip was.

"Good morning, beautiful." His sleepy-voice was so- no! Damn it.

"Good morning," I replied, choking on my air for a moment before he pulled me downward, my arm slipping from underneath me. Everything shifted up as I fell, my face close to his. I caught myself once again, catching my weight on my hands.

His mouth was soon pressed against mine, his head lifting off the bed for a moment before he relaxed into the sheets again. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes shutting as another yawn pulled through him. I was staring again. Pressing myself up, I moved to sit beside him, looking around the room for my clothes. They were scattered in various spots all across the floor!

"I'm… okay, I think." What? That sounded so stupid! I rolled my eyes at myself, smacking myself despite not wanting to. Axel chuckled a little. I felt the bed shift underneath me, my body wiggling a little. His arm was around me again, this time around my shoulders as he pulled my in close. His warm fingers wrapped around one of my wrists, pulling it up to his eyes to look at the skin. The cuts! I jerked my hand away, but he just leaned in close and whispered to me.

"I'm sorry that I didn't realize sooner. I'm sorry that I did that to you." His voice was so smooth, but I just shook my head and pulled away from him. I quickly searched for and found my clothes, jumping into my boxers and sliding into my long sleeve shirt. I felt his eyes on me, but I didn't turn to look at him.

"This wasn't your fault. I'm to blame too."

When I looked back over my shoulder, he looked confused… and irritated. "Roxas, I know that. But I… I should have swallowed my pride and talked to you. I didn't really realize how much… it was hurting you." He rose up to his knees, the blankets falling from his body as he stood up. He was naked. Without realizing it, I found myself swallowing and looking over his body. Why in the hell was I checking him out?! His lanky body was moving toward me then, making my eyes shoot back up to look into those sparkling emeralds he called eyes. They were breath-taking, or maybe it was the fact that… He was kissing me again.

When the kiss broke, I gasped for air, my eyes opening once again to look at… Axel. He looked like he was going to cry. "Axel…?"

"Sh… I'm fine. I was just thinking… that maybe we should hang out some more, meet up with the gang. Wanna get some lunch with Demyx and the guys?" Before I could answer, he was slipping out of my arms. When had a reached to hold him?

We were soon showered and dressed. I hadn't realized it, but when we left the house, I was wearing Axel's gray sweater, a large pullover hoodie. Why was I wearing his clothes? We were climbing into his car and texting the "gang" as we drove around in circles around the block. I didn't mind sitting in his car, the punk rock music playing quietly in the speakers. Leaning back into the seat, I had shut my eyes, wondering just what we were going to do or who was going to go with us. My phone was going off in my pocket, and so I checked it.

"Roxy! Where do you guys wanna go? I'm on Main Street! :)" From Demyx. I smiled a little at it and relayed the message to Axel. We discussed a few options before deciding on Subway. With the message sent back to Demyx, we set our course on the Subway on Main Street, parking outside of it. We shared a moment's silence before someone knocked on my window, making me jump.

I looked over quickly and saw Demyx, wrapped up in a blue jacket. He waved and once I climbed out of the car, he patted my shoulder, cocking a brow. I just shrugged in return and followed the other two into the building, letting Axel hold the door open. This was going to be interesting…