Thank you. I asked for reviews, and I got more than 5. This makes me happy enough to push out another story before I am forced to return to school and busy-ness. Although I have many many ideas now simmering around in there, and let me put it this way. The more you review, the more I think of your name, and the more likely I'll do one of your stories. Although the few I have in mind are a ways back in the list, they have much…potential. XD

Without further ado…

Oh wait. PS This chapter is a throwback to something said in Chapter 80…And will probably be short, Twilight stole my long chapter. Heehee.

What If…

this authoress described what happened between Axel and Roxas

involving Axel's dad catching them in the kitchen from Chapter 80?

((as suggested by the marvelous Kiki Lelsissia))

"But…why?" Roxas asked, desiring to hear all the facts. "This isn't because of the time your dad caught us in the kitchen with the ice cream and the—"

"No," Axel said, cutting him off hastily and blushing slightly…

"Axel, just because I said I was hungry does not give you the excuse to break out the crazy in the kitchen," Roxas said to his boyfriend in exasperation as they entered the kitchen.

"Oh come on Rox," Axel replied, "learn to have fun once in a while. Now," he began as he donned an apron saying 'I heart cooking' with the heart for cooking replaced by a heart made of flames, "What are you in the mood for? My dad tells me I can be quite the accomplished cook when I want to…" He smirked.

Roxas rolled his eyes. "Actually, I'm really just in the mood for dessert, actually. What have you got?" he asked as he sat down on a bar stool in front of the island.

"There's always ice cream…" Roxas watched as the idea light bulb turned on over Axel's head. "Sundaes it is!" He hurriedly moved about the kitchen to gather the supplies.

"Sounds good," Roxas said offhandedly as he propped his face between his hands on the counter, "just not too big of one, I don't want to make a mess—why the hell are you pulling out a spatula?" Indeed, among his supplies Axel had pulled out a mixing bowl and spatula.

"What?" Axel said, wondering why he was coming under fire, "when I make sundaes, I mix in the toppings! It tastes better that way."

Roxas looked offronted. "No it doesn't," he started, rising from his stool, "it just tastes like blended ice cream then. It'll taste like nothing! Let me make them," he tried to take the ice cream from Axel, who had just taken the container out of the freezer.

"No, I'll make them," Axel said, pulling away from Roxas and running to the other side of the island.

"No, you'll ruin them! Let me do it," Roxas followed Axel to the other side of the island; Axel held the ice cream high out of Roxas' reach.

"Try and stop me," Axel said, winking. For some reason, Axel's inadvertent mockery of Roxas' stature alighted a spark of anger inside him. Roxas cried out in frustration before full on tackling Axel straight onto the island counter. Axel, surprised at his newfound position below Roxas on the counter caused him to loosen his grip on the ice cream. Roxas grabbed the tub in victory. As an afterthought, he also reached for the spatula Axel had put amongst the supplies on the table.

He grinned devilishly down at his prisoner. "Now you don't get any," he said as he opened the tub, scooped out a mouthful, and licked it from the spatula.

The combination of Roxas' position above him and him licking the ice cream off the spatula abruptly sent Axel into overdrive. He quickly switched their positions, pinning Roxas to the counter below him.

"Now you've done it," he murmured seductively into Roxas' ear as he grabbed the ice cream and spatula from him.

"What?" Roxas asked innocently.

Too innocently.

He is so going to pay, Axel thought, abruptly ripping off Roxas' shirt.

Roxas started at the sudden loss of clothing, squirming underneath Axel. "What the he—"

Axel cut him off with a scorching kiss, completely silencing all protest. He pulled back abruptly before scooping out a small amount of ice cream and spreading it on Roxas' face.

"Hey!" Roxas protested, squirming under the cold of the frozen treat. Axel put the tub down, reaching for the chocolate and strawberry syrups. He added them to the mix, spreading them all the way down to Roxas' abdomen.

"You're my sundae now," Axel murmured as he slowly leaned down to nibble the ice cream off of Roxas' face. As soon as he was licked clean, Axel bypassed Roxas' hungry look and began to slowly lick the strawberry syrup from Roxas' neck. Roxas gripped Axel's shoulders, already anticipating Axel's next move—

"Axel, I'm home! How was your da—Axel?"

Axel abruptly leapt off the counter, hiding Roxas from his Dad's view. "Uh, hi Dad," Axel said, blushing.

"What in the world were you doing?"

"Just having a sundae," Axel replied, grinning.

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So I realized as I was writing that, this story is still rated T and the father needs to come in, soon. Haha. Maybe I should up the rating. Thoughts?

Review!!

Last one was indeed Lessons!

"That's right, Roxas, always loving the meat…" he winked and Roxas groaned.

Also from this chapter, the Quote of Irony: Axel pulled Roxas to him, embracing him. "How about we experiment with the desserts in here au naturel?"

~freaky-hanyou