Drabble XVIII: I Touch the Place Where I Find Your Face
Yeah so it was Porn o'Clock time over at Neverwas chat and this exploded. Turned out WAY LONGER than I thought it would be, but who's really surprised? xDDD So yeah.
... I feel like this is further decorating my handbasket to hell. alsdkghadg I DON'T ACTUALLY SERIOUSLY SHIP THESE THREE AS A SEXUAL COUPLE. It was just Porn o'Clock, and what do you during PoC? You write porn. ... Yeah. Anyway.
.~.q/p.~.
[It starts simply enough. They're all joking around, and Xion's poking her finger repeatedly into Roxas's cheek to make some point or other, but all she's doing is making him laugh. Somehow, her prodding fingers turn soft, curious, and she trails them along the curve of his jaw.
Roxas falls quite still then, and so does Axel. All he can do is watch as Xion slowly traces the shape of Roxas's face, first with one hand, then with both, then without her gloves, and none of them know what's happening or why, but there's some kind of magic in the air and none of them wants to break it.
Xion's not quite aware of how close her face has become to Roxas's, and when all three of them look back, none of them will be sure who makes the first move, who kisses who, but the next thing they know, Xion has flung her arms around Roxas's neck and they're tumbling back against the clock tower wall.
Axel is very seriously considering just... backing out and leaving, because it seems like so very much a them thing, but when he stands, the younger two break apart and look up at him, curious, confused, almost hurt. "Where are you going?" they ask in near unison, and Axel scratches the back of his head.
"Stay."
"Please?"
When they look at him like that with twin sets of blue eyes (like his), Axel doesn't have any choice but to sigh and sit back down. The last thing he expects is Roxas climbing into his lap, with Xion not far behind him. Axel's pretty damn sure that there should be something wrong about this whole thing -- fuck, he means, they're practically half his height, for crying out loud -- but everything feels too right and he can't even bring himself to pretend to care.
"We're all best friends..." Xion is whispering as the three of them start to rock, hands clutched together in a desperate, confusing tangle. Axel's not sure whose hands are holding whose any more. "Best... best best best best -- "]
... I feel like this is further decorating my handbasket to hell. alsdkghadg I DON'T ACTUALLY SERIOUSLY SHIP THESE THREE AS A SEXUAL COUPLE. It was just Porn o'Clock, and what do you during PoC? You write porn. ... Yeah. Anyway.
.~.q/p.~.
[It starts simply enough. They're all joking around, and Xion's poking her finger repeatedly into Roxas's cheek to make some point or other, but all she's doing is making him laugh. Somehow, her prodding fingers turn soft, curious, and she trails them along the curve of his jaw.
Roxas falls quite still then, and so does Axel. All he can do is watch as Xion slowly traces the shape of Roxas's face, first with one hand, then with both, then without her gloves, and none of them know what's happening or why, but there's some kind of magic in the air and none of them wants to break it.
Xion's not quite aware of how close her face has become to Roxas's, and when all three of them look back, none of them will be sure who makes the first move, who kisses who, but the next thing they know, Xion has flung her arms around Roxas's neck and they're tumbling back against the clock tower wall.
Axel is very seriously considering just... backing out and leaving, because it seems like so very much a them thing, but when he stands, the younger two break apart and look up at him, curious, confused, almost hurt. "Where are you going?" they ask in near unison, and Axel scratches the back of his head.
"Stay."
"Please?"
When they look at him like that with twin sets of blue eyes (like his), Axel doesn't have any choice but to sigh and sit back down. The last thing he expects is Roxas climbing into his lap, with Xion not far behind him. Axel's pretty damn sure that there should be something wrong about this whole thing -- fuck, he means, they're practically half his height, for crying out loud -- but everything feels too right and he can't even bring himself to pretend to care.
"We're all best friends..." Xion is whispering as the three of them start to rock, hands clutched together in a desperate, confusing tangle. Axel's not sure whose hands are holding whose any more. "Best... best best best best -- "]