Cupcake [Zemyx]
Title: Cupcake
Pairing: Zemyx [Zexion/Demyx]
Type: Fluff/Humor
Rating: PG-13 (er, some cursing in the last line. That's it.)
There once was a cupcake.
Demyx stared at it. It was a plain yellow cupcake, with chocolate frosting. Just… sitting there, on the counter.
It looked so lonely! Demyx felt a rush of fellow feeling for the cupcake. All alone in the world! No cupcake friends to tell jokes with… No cupcake sweetheart to love…
He had to find the cupcake a friend! He just had to! Demyx looked frantically around the room, but it was empty of any kind of sweet things.
Sweet things… Demyx pondered. Well, there was one person who could always be counted on to be a good friend. He would appreciate the poor little cupcake… enjoy it, even. Demyx picked up the cupcake and ran out into the hallway, heading for the library.
Zexion looked up as he detected a familiar scent approaching, and immediately marked his place in the book his was reading. Demyx had been pestering him more and more frequently, but to be honest, Zexion really didn’t mind… and he’d found that concentrating was impossible with the cute little blonde in the room. So it was best that he understood that and prepared for the impending distraction.
Demyx collapsed breathlessly into the chair next to Zexion, and proudly set the cupcake in front of him. Zexion stared at it.
“It’s for you!”
“It’s a cupcake.” He couldn’t have known. There was no way he could have known that Zexion would do anything for sweets… especially chocolate. And this cupcake smelled fantastic. Or maybe that was the fresh, salty smell coming from Demyx himself… or maybe it was that other smell. The one that Zexion associated with Demyx, but couldn’t identify. “…For me?”
“Yeah!” Demyx grinned happily and leaned his chair precariously back on two legs. “You have to eat it so it can be friends with the cupcakes in your belly!”
That was… Zexion tried to think ‘stupid’, but all he could come up with was ‘cute’. He absentmindedly reached out and pulled Demyx’s chair back onto four stable legs. “Are you sure?” It was so out of the blue. But then, everything about Demyx was.
“Mmhm.” Demyx leaned forward and wriggled around, trying to get comfortable. He still wasn’t entirely used to having legs instead of fins. “Go on! Try it!”
Zexion reached out and picked up the cupcake. He unwrapped the cupcake. He tried to ignore Demyx and his strange little motions that derailed thought trains. He ate the cupcake.
Demyx watched, happily, as Zexion took the time to savor and enjoy the cupcake. It was obvious from the look on his face that he was enjoying every tiny morsel of the chocolately frosted cup of joy. It was a look that Demyx wished he could capture forever… but he knew that the fleeting nature of such things made them all the more dear. Even after the cupcake itself was gone, Zexion didn’t move, still holding on to the flavor.
“Can I try?”
“What?”
And before Zexion could even move, Demyx had leaned forward and pressed their lips together, running his soft tongue over the Schemer’s lips, tasting. Then, just as suddenly, he pulled away and sat back, pondering.
Zexion stared. And blushed. And tried to ignore the sound of his heart going at a million miles per hour. And found himself completely unable to move.
“…Huh. That was a good cupcake.” Demyx sounded far away and blissful, and Zexion suddenly realized that he’d give up anything to make him sound as happy as he did now, forever.
And he was finally able to identify that one scent, that had confused him and distracted him and driven him crazy because he couldn’t figure out what it was, or why he only noticed it when him and Demyx were alone. In retrospect, it was blindingly simple - attraction.
Zexion leaned forward and pulled Demyx toward him. “I’m not entirely sure that was the cupcake,” he murmured softly, smiling. “Perhaps we’ll just have to try again?”
Demyx grinned. Finally. And he reached up to give Zexion a real kiss.
Many rooms away, a muscular (though rather short) man barged into his superior’s room, full of anger and certainty. He tossed a stray dreadlock out of his face.
“XIGBAR! Where the FUCK is my GODDAMN cupcake?!”
Pairing: Zemyx [Zexion/Demyx]
Type: Fluff/Humor
Rating: PG-13 (er, some cursing in the last line. That's it.)
There once was a cupcake.
Demyx stared at it. It was a plain yellow cupcake, with chocolate frosting. Just… sitting there, on the counter.
It looked so lonely! Demyx felt a rush of fellow feeling for the cupcake. All alone in the world! No cupcake friends to tell jokes with… No cupcake sweetheart to love…
He had to find the cupcake a friend! He just had to! Demyx looked frantically around the room, but it was empty of any kind of sweet things.
Sweet things… Demyx pondered. Well, there was one person who could always be counted on to be a good friend. He would appreciate the poor little cupcake… enjoy it, even. Demyx picked up the cupcake and ran out into the hallway, heading for the library.
Zexion looked up as he detected a familiar scent approaching, and immediately marked his place in the book his was reading. Demyx had been pestering him more and more frequently, but to be honest, Zexion really didn’t mind… and he’d found that concentrating was impossible with the cute little blonde in the room. So it was best that he understood that and prepared for the impending distraction.
Demyx collapsed breathlessly into the chair next to Zexion, and proudly set the cupcake in front of him. Zexion stared at it.
“It’s for you!”
“It’s a cupcake.” He couldn’t have known. There was no way he could have known that Zexion would do anything for sweets… especially chocolate. And this cupcake smelled fantastic. Or maybe that was the fresh, salty smell coming from Demyx himself… or maybe it was that other smell. The one that Zexion associated with Demyx, but couldn’t identify. “…For me?”
“Yeah!” Demyx grinned happily and leaned his chair precariously back on two legs. “You have to eat it so it can be friends with the cupcakes in your belly!”
That was… Zexion tried to think ‘stupid’, but all he could come up with was ‘cute’. He absentmindedly reached out and pulled Demyx’s chair back onto four stable legs. “Are you sure?” It was so out of the blue. But then, everything about Demyx was.
“Mmhm.” Demyx leaned forward and wriggled around, trying to get comfortable. He still wasn’t entirely used to having legs instead of fins. “Go on! Try it!”
Zexion reached out and picked up the cupcake. He unwrapped the cupcake. He tried to ignore Demyx and his strange little motions that derailed thought trains. He ate the cupcake.
Demyx watched, happily, as Zexion took the time to savor and enjoy the cupcake. It was obvious from the look on his face that he was enjoying every tiny morsel of the chocolately frosted cup of joy. It was a look that Demyx wished he could capture forever… but he knew that the fleeting nature of such things made them all the more dear. Even after the cupcake itself was gone, Zexion didn’t move, still holding on to the flavor.
“Can I try?”
“What?”
And before Zexion could even move, Demyx had leaned forward and pressed their lips together, running his soft tongue over the Schemer’s lips, tasting. Then, just as suddenly, he pulled away and sat back, pondering.
Zexion stared. And blushed. And tried to ignore the sound of his heart going at a million miles per hour. And found himself completely unable to move.
“…Huh. That was a good cupcake.” Demyx sounded far away and blissful, and Zexion suddenly realized that he’d give up anything to make him sound as happy as he did now, forever.
And he was finally able to identify that one scent, that had confused him and distracted him and driven him crazy because he couldn’t figure out what it was, or why he only noticed it when him and Demyx were alone. In retrospect, it was blindingly simple - attraction.
Zexion leaned forward and pulled Demyx toward him. “I’m not entirely sure that was the cupcake,” he murmured softly, smiling. “Perhaps we’ll just have to try again?”
Demyx grinned. Finally. And he reached up to give Zexion a real kiss.
Many rooms away, a muscular (though rather short) man barged into his superior’s room, full of anger and certainty. He tossed a stray dreadlock out of his face.
“XIGBAR! Where the FUCK is my GODDAMN cupcake?!”