Naminé caught his attention again at her peculiar behavior. But he shook it off, not wanting to think of what could be wrong. Not now. Nodding, Axel opened the door for her, showing the full view of the inside, and raised his arm as if directing to the living room. Still with his accentuation, he eyed her delicately, "Please, do. Make yourself at home. Just sit on the chair on the desk, and Axel the Matchmaker will be right with you." He wiggled his eyebrows jokingly with a grin plastered, before sticking his nose up snobbily. "Master is waiting."
OOC: Lol. I was thinking who noticed that little tidbit. My own entertainment xP. Oh, and I watched the video that you posted. ROTFL! xDDD That was freakin' hilarious! The Axel and Roxas part was Gold, LMAO, and had me seriously in a coughing fit from laughing so hard. I love when people do this :D. Thanks for the link. And what I find hilarious too while Axel and Larxene are doing their thing, Vexen and Zexion are getting into their business. Lol. Privacy is not respected xP. Axel moaned against her lips at the sultry touch sensually, dispatching another jet of a shiver through his already alert body, making his blood stream race in his veins. Letting out a flaming heat unintentionally from the sensation, he gave more pressure to their kiss, bringing his hands breezily downward, making sure to study her flat stomach and body perfectly. He rested them at her hips, his thumbs placed dangerously close on a forbidden boundary, and wanting to tease as much as her, rubbed it slightly, massaging it pleasingly. She wasn't the only one who had game. Keep your mind on target, Axel, do not fall for her deception... And he wouldn't. Axel wished he was able to enjoy this free of worries, but she was planning something, and if she wanted inside his mouth, she should do so. Not him. He was prepared for the outcome by now. He heard the portal swished as it, once again, vanished from absence, but that wasn't important. At this, Vexen leaned in closer to Zexion, almost like a kid waiting for the next part of a horror story. He gave the young man a urgent look, fascinated by these events, even though those two weren't suppose to do anything indicating affection. "And what? What?! They can't be doing this, is against the rules. But...can you smell anything else?"
A bit taken aback at Naminé's movements, as in the back of his mind he recognized the familiarity, and he wouldn't be a good matchmaker if he didn't pick it up. Studying intently and keeping up with his act, he straightened up again, and now in a amazing English accent replied, "Good morning, lady Naminé. How can I serve your lovely and angelic presence for today?" Axel gave her small polite smile, ever the actor.
It was like with that one move, his irritation commenced to lazily be waved away in a swish, replacing it with a more higher and gratified zest that ran through his bone and skin like the electricity she hosted. It was a odd feeling, but a desired one nonetheless, and whatever he was thristy for was fulfilled. Yet, warnings were going off at his head at the same time, telling him to keep his mind focused. And he grudgingly did. Even he knew that was way too easy for Larxene to resign herself with this guile. She was going to do it this time, what she kept threatening over and over. Or perhaps something unexpected. Either way, as he sucked in the mental note, Axel cautiously closed his eyes, his arms circling her waist gently, but tightly, holding on her lips as his thoughts processed. It wasn't like before, where he was confident that nothing was going to happen, there was a difference now. So instead of prying his tongue into her mouth recklessly again, he simply softly kissed her back, moving his lips tenderly and passionately along hers. It definitely wasn't like their last one, nothing abhorring or rough, more sweet and tentative. Axel kept his wits though, and waited anxiously to feel what she'll do next. "What are you talking about?" Vexen asked getting vexed, hating the fact that he was remaining in the dark while Zexion stood shut. But one word did catch his attention. "What do you mean, 'intimate'? Surely they're not..." He let the sentence trail off. It was impossbile, if what he guessed was correct.
Axel had just finished from his morning neccessties, taking a shower, brushing his teeth, dressed, and was now looking at mirror, his green eyes checking his own self out. His wild red hair was never tamed, not that he didn't like it; it was spiky, but in reality was really soft and smooth, and he was greatly fond of the color. Hearing a knock downstairs, and Angel leaving a couple of minutes ago after telling him Demyx was still downstairs, while he told her that he will open the door if someone comes, he walked calmly out of his room and down the stairs. He grabbed the knob quickly, and opened it to see a blonde girl looking shyly up at him. Grinning, and mimicking a butler, he bowed respectfully. "May I help, Madam?"
He eyed her suspiciously for a moment sharply, yearning to know what she was up to, or what she had on her mind. Axel was still raging in a unpleasant mood, and now he didn't want to deal with this anymore. He was't even positive on why he was so...aggravated. Maybe it was the fervor and craving he had being shut down. Hesitantly, his curiosity getting the best of him in the end, he did as she told, and moved his head again so his lips hovered over hers expectantly, not bothering with inches this time, and only a few centimeters left to close the remaining gap. He was breathing on her roughly and fast due to the rush of the riled up emotion inside him, and not in any way loosening his bitter expression or his voice, he jeered, "What is it?" "What 'couple of things'?" Vexen inquired roughly, already engrossed on what Zexion had to say, yet quite impatient that he was keeping it to himself. "Share, why don't you?"
OOC: No problem ^_^. Is true. And about Swordser, let me just say it falls on deaf ears. I say just...don't mind her.
"Alright then, I'll be waiting for you," Axel bid as he gave a yawn, turning away from the phone politely for Naminé can't hear it. Rubbing his eyes, he whispered, "See you later."
OOC: o_O Your 12? Wow. You're way more mature and have potentially strong writing skills. I'm really surprised. Me? I'm already a high school graduate.
OOC: I think I have a idea on how to stray this peaceful scene that happened between Axel and Xadyn. I was thinking maybe that Xinaram says what happened to her and Xadyn misinterprets it. That's how far I've gotten...^_^;. And one of the members can say something like, "Why did the one that gave that ice attack care for Xinaram anyway?", and it will lead to him thinking it was a trick for him to send out info, as they succeeded in not telling him anything *shrug*. And I think I got a good nickname Larxene can call Axel that has to do with his hair. Axel sighed irritably, his eyes narrowing, and in a course of exasperation at her not budging, and in a mixture of his longing to have her, glaring at her face harshly, he slammed a hand on the wall angrily beside her, and created a dark mist to swivel in the white surface, a portal appearing from behind her to take the two of them to the basement. She didn't fall back, she had more grace than that, but spitefully he wished she did. He was sick and tired of playing this pathetic game, and it wasn't going anywere. Not yet moving away, in a vicious and depraved tone he hissed, "Fine, Larxene. Have it your way. You don't belong to me. You're never going to prove me wrong, so try to keep your mouth shut next time, and you know what, I'm still calling you Buggy whether you like it or not. I see that you can't do anything to stop me, so what can you do?" In a spiteful gesture of his head, making sure that their lips were not to touch accidentally, he gave a stiff nod behind her. "After you, Princess." Vexen didn't let the subject go, however, as he still kept his keen eye on the Cloaked Schemere. There was something he wasn't telling him. "What is happening? If you know, tell."
"I'm fine! I don't need rest," Axel protested stubbornly, holding on to the chair and trying to stand up once again. All he had to was to let his legs get used to the weight of his body again, and then he won't be anyone's bane in their existence. "And I've been regretting not taking Luxord's dumb spell seriously. I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place."
"Great!" Axel exclaimed, stretching his arms and back at the first part of what he had to do was done. Sighing peacefully, he smiled into the speaker. "Then I'll await your arrival. Is just a few questions I got to ask."
OOC: Lol. She doesn't let me take a picture though ;_;. Resorting to stay sealed in his spot, he wondered how in the worlds he could stay so physically motionless, but the abrupt venomous tone of anger that left her mouth surprised him. Yet, his mind was reeling because of it. If he had her on the hook... He felt himself grinning, finding it funny that his nickname for her can outrage her this way, and that it can be used for his potential benefit. Giving a sexy chuckle, almost pressing his lips inadvertently against hers, Axel opened his shut eyes to gaze at her amusingly. "You are my pet, I made that clear to you. And why are you getting so angry, Buggy? I thought you said you had nothing to prove. What, is Buggy that hard to listen to for you? I'm quite fond of it. Buggy. You know." He was aware of how childish he sounded, yet, he couldn't stop them from coming out. "Are you sugesting something, Zexion?" Vexen questioned, giving his younger socialite a suspicious stare. What other thing could they be doing? Battling?
"Is if you want," Axel explained himself, watching her look around the kit a bit guilty. "You've done enough, and I shouldn't push you." Sighing, and determined not to reach a topic he wanted to talk about, he went on to wonder if he could try to walk now, as he didn't want to give Larxene more trouble by carrying his carcass around again. If he could move his arms freely, his legs, with a little getting used to, can do the same. Thinking this, he grasped the back of his chair with his hand tightly, slowly lifting himself up attentively.
Axel blinked confused at the sudden change in tone, but shrugged it away. He had business to attend to, and it was his best friend's love life. "Actually, I did. I was wondering if you can pass by my house later? I want to speak to you. Or sooner if you can."
OOC: xDDD I'm in such a good mood now. My best friend was dyeing her hair red, and she wanted to try highlights. Except she left ithe highlights too long and now her hair is orange! xP I can't get over it!! xDD Axel bit his gum as a pleasurable shiver went up and down his body, and the tingle stayed where her fingers touched pleasantly. He hoped it wasn't noticeable, as he couldn't stop ithe sensation in time to keep it from her prying eyes. Hearing her words made him want to show her how much she couldn't resist him for long. However, unlike her, he didn't do anything else to indicate their little game of who caves in first. By now, he was already frustrated, and if both aren't going to do anything to fulfill their cravings, even though he desperately wanted to, then there was no point on stalling this any longer. Closing his eyes delicately to keep himself in control, he moved his lips blindly more closer to her until it was dangerously one inch apart, and husked, his breath infiltrating her, "Yes, I do realy think you want to kiss me. And not let me do it? Tsk. Like I'd want to. And it didn't seem that way the first time, didnt it? And if you have nothing to prove...then fine, I'll release you. Just say the word, Buggy. We're dragging this too long. And I'm not a patient person." And so he waited. And he would do it, albeit, leaving extremely disappointed. But Axel wasn't going to let her win. No matter what, he wasn't. Come on Larxene...do it. Vexen raise one of his eyebrows at Zexion's comment, quite curious to what he meant, and what he was hinting at. "Whatever else could they be doing? They are together, right? Or are they separated somewhere?"
"Hello?" Axel almost yelled, placing his hand up to stop Angel from answering his question as the person spoke in the other line. Finally she picked up. Now to get this going. "Naminé? Is me, Axel."
"Me?" Axel questioned staring at her, still holding the phone to his ear as it kept ringing. "I'm calling Naminé. I might as well get my job done. Remember. You got Larxene. Is Demyx gone?"
Axel sighed as he hung up the phone, quite miffed that Naminé hadn't picked up. He wanted to take care of this soon, for Roxas, but he needed to arrange a meeting with her so she could come. He began to eat his cereal quickly, almost choking once, but did it in a very fast and easy pace otherwise. He sipped the remainign milk in the bowl and set it down, licking his lips. Picking up the phone again, he redialed the previous number, hoping this time the girl will pick up. "...come on, let me get this over with..."
