Kingdom Hearts } Smoke Signal
Word Count: 221
Genre: ...Romance, if you can call it that with these two. >3
Ships?: Larxene/Axel
Characters: Larxene, Axel
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Spoilers: None!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Notes: Because a) sparkism and kaiyabeck wanted me to post it; b) I was going to have to post this eventually for my claim. >D Done for prompt #20 in my un_love_you claim: "I hate you, you bitch."
Define 'making love'.
Smoke Signal
She twists her hips sharply and he growls, grinning, green eyes glinting. “Holy fuuuck.”
He retaliates, kisses her than slams into her. She moans into his mouth, taken by surprise and the score is even again.
Her nails claw down his back and he flinches as blue electricity flickers on his skin. He pretends that the pain doesn’t mix with the pleasure and drives him wild, making spots of colour behind his eyes. They’re both laughing, maybe because of a brief connection made or maybe to cover their tracks.
“I hate you, you bitch,” he says.
“That’s right, baby. Emote for me.” She pulls his lips down to hers and flames spark on his palm. He manages to smother it before her sheets catch on fire, but he leaves an ashy hand print where her shoulder meets the curve of her neck and smoke curls up into the air and--
The sprinkler turns on. Water hits Axel’s back and though she’d never admit it, Larxene is awed by the steam that rises off his hot skin. Water and steam and lightning-knife-pricks and hot dirty hands. She actually arches her back to meet him and doesn’t protest when his hands go to her hips.
Axel still waits for the night to be over before he awards himself a point on the scoreboard.
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Genre: ...Romance, if you can call it that with these two. >3
Ships?: Larxene/Axel
Characters: Larxene, Axel
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Spoilers: None!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Notes: Because a) sparkism and kaiyabeck wanted me to post it; b) I was going to have to post this eventually for my claim. >D Done for prompt #20 in my un_love_you claim: "I hate you, you bitch."
Define 'making love'.
Smoke Signal
She twists her hips sharply and he growls, grinning, green eyes glinting. “Holy fuuuck.”
He retaliates, kisses her than slams into her. She moans into his mouth, taken by surprise and the score is even again.
Her nails claw down his back and he flinches as blue electricity flickers on his skin. He pretends that the pain doesn’t mix with the pleasure and drives him wild, making spots of colour behind his eyes. They’re both laughing, maybe because of a brief connection made or maybe to cover their tracks.
“I hate you, you bitch,” he says.
“That’s right, baby. Emote for me.” She pulls his lips down to hers and flames spark on his palm. He manages to smother it before her sheets catch on fire, but he leaves an ashy hand print where her shoulder meets the curve of her neck and smoke curls up into the air and--
The sprinkler turns on. Water hits Axel’s back and though she’d never admit it, Larxene is awed by the steam that rises off his hot skin. Water and steam and lightning-knife-pricks and hot dirty hands. She actually arches her back to meet him and doesn’t protest when his hands go to her hips.
Axel still waits for the night to be over before he awards himself a point on the scoreboard.
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