His warm lips press hard into mine. I lay trapped against the floor, unable to black away. I try to turn my head away, but he reminds me of the knife against my throat. He continues assaulting my mouth as I push against his knees in an attempt to get my arms loose.
His tongue traces my bottom lip, asking for entrance. He receives none. Instead, I throw my hips upward, trying to push him off. I hear him moan into the kiss as I press against him. I immediately stop my struggling when I realize my retaliation simply turned him on more. I go completely limp underneath him.
He notices the change. In an attempt to spark a reaction in me, he runs his free hand through my hair. I remain immobile. He shifts his weight so that he's practically lying on me again. Me plan doesn't seem to be working. With his knees gone, my arms are free to push against his chest. It does nothing.
His teeth graze against my lower lip. They gently begin to pull on it. I still refuse to let him in. Finally, he bites down and a surprised yelp escapes me. He seizes the opportunity and the foreign tongue is in my mouth. My hands tighten around the soft fabric of Axel's shirt.
I can't breathe. I feel as though I'm being smothered. I struggle against Axel above me. His hand snakes around my waist and lands softly at my lower back.
"Relax." He breathes into my mouth. I lie there, breathing hard, as his hand moves under my shirt and guides my body up to meet his. I moan at the contact.
His tongue traces the small cuts he created along my throat with my dagger. His lips begin sucking at the skin at the base of my neck. I arch my neck, moaning again. My hands begin to roam around Axel's chest, feeling to muscles underneath the fabric of his shirt. He takes one of my hands in his. He touches his lips to my wrist and places my hand behind his head, followed by the other one.
With both of my arms now draped over his neck, his lips now move back to my own. It seems deeper, more eager, than before. His tongue invades and explores my mouth, but it feels different. Nicer. My fingers twine themselves in Axel's surprisingly soft spikes. Axel's hands seem to be everywhere: under my shirt, on my chest, trailing down my back, playing with the waistband of my pants. I don't know when he got rid of my knife. It's nowhere to be seen. I spot my sack a few feet away. Our embrace continues to deepen, Axel loosing himself more and more.
I moan and Axel deepens the kiss, pressing his body into mine. We roll over; I'm now straddling his hips. In one swift motion I scoop up my sack, break off the kiss, and bolt out the door. I sprint down the hallway and slide down the banister. I jump off and before I even hit the ground, I'm already running to the door.
I'm outside. I run blindly, without a destination. Finally, I stop, leaning against a wall, breathing hard.
What….was that?
Eventually I look around me, my heart still trying to jump out of my chest. I realize I know where I am. The meeting spot isn't far from here. I start jogging toward an alley to meet Larxene.
The entire way, I try to convince myself that I imagined the hurt and lonely look on Axel's face as I left him.
*CRACK* I can't see straight. I fall to one knee, unsteady. I think my eyebrow is split.
"I said 1:30."
I slowly stand back up, trying to ignore the pain in my head. I look Larxene in the eye and spit at her feet, some blood in the saliva.
Luckily, with the exception of an ice cold glare, she ignores my retaliation. She moves her attention to the bag I managed to grab on my way out of Axel's house. Most of it had fallen out.
"Well, it's not much, but what you got is good." She continues rifling through the sack. She stops.
Her hand comes out with a large, silver goblet. There's a intricate design on the front, a crest or something.
"Where did you get this?" She continues staring at the cup. It takes me a moment for her question to register. I haven't answered fast enough. Suddenly I'm thrown up against the alley wall; she's shoving the cup in my face.
"Where did you get this?" She asks again. I point in the direction I came from, too afraid to speak.
"Never—" She slams he goblet against the wall next to my head. "go there. Ever again. Am I understood?"
"Y-yes, Larxene." I nod.
She lets me go and walks away, loot in hand, without saying another word. I suppose I'm on my own for finding a place to stay tonight.
That's when I remember that my dagger is back at Axel's. The very place I was just forbid to go.