Tradition

The lights are flickering, outside of their little hotel room. Axel rented it special in this world, because he thought that Xion would get a kick out of it. She certainly enjoys the food - she's got powdered sugar on her nose, jam on her chin, and a dab of sour cream on her cheek. She doesn't seem to mind the blue velveteen ribbons tying her wrists to the headboard, although she isn't really looking at him. She's looking at the funny candelabra, the little candles flickering.

"How come only four of them are lit up? There's room for nine..." Xion looks down at Axel inquisitively as he unzips her coat.

"Tradition," he says absently, and pushes the coat off of her as much as he can with her wrists tied up over her head. Oh, but that's a pretty picture.

"What's tradition?" Xion giggles as Axel's warm mouth kisses her belly through her black shirt.

"Doing something because you've always done it." Axel pushes her shirt up, baring her skin and kissing along it.

"Like..." Xion squeaks, her thought cut off as Axel's tongue dips into her navel.

"Hm?" Axel crawls up her body, kissing her on the mouth. She tastes like fried food and Xion and sugar. He licks the jam off of her chin and the powdered sugar off of her nose and the sour cream off of her cheek, his hands going to her small breasts. He likes her like this, moaning and whimpering as his long, skilled fingers twist and tug at her nipples.

"Like... special friend things?" She stares up at him with her big blue eyes.

"Oh, that isn't tradition..." Axel's voice is lazy as he kisses along her neck, leaving a mark now and again. They look so very pretty on Xion's pale skin. "Something is a tradition if you do it for no other reason."

"But why do we do the special friend thing?" Xion's voice goes up half an octave when Axel almost playfully grinds his knee between her legs.

"You don't like it?" Axel moves back down her body, beginning to fiddle with her belt.

"N-n-no, I like it..." Xion bites her lip as he slides his hand into her pants, cupping her where she's warmest and wettest.

"Good girl." Axel kisses her forehead, sliding his hand into her panties.

"D-d-do we have any traditions? In the Organization, I mean..." Xion vaguely wonders why she's talking about this, because it seems odd to concentrate on this while Axel's fingers are sliding under her waistband, into her panties, curling into her while his thumb presses against the little thing that sends her hips jerking. She tugs on her wrists, trying to get them free, so that she can bury her hands in his hair and tug on it, maybe feel him too. He's put it in her a few times, and she loves that, but he doesn't do it that often.

"Well, we eat ice cream on the clock tower..." Axel moves closer to her, kissing her forehead and beginning to slide his fingers out of her, then back in, curling them so that the tips are pressing against a special spot inside of her that makes her yowl and spasm, shaking and shuddering as she comes.

Axel kisses her again, slow and easy, sliding his hands out of her and bringing them up to lick them. "Did you like your present, Xion?" His voice is vaguely teasing.

"P-present?" Xion blinks up at him, confused.

"You didn't like it?" Axel makes a big show of pouting. "Well..." He begins to slide her pants down, squirming down her body, kissing her where his hands were. "I guess I'll have to give you an even nicer one..."

Xion tugs on the ribbons binding her wrists again, whining. "Axel, I want to touch you too..."

Axel shakes his head, kissing her again. "Oh, no..." He grins impishly. "See, that's my present."

"What is?" Xion squirms.

"You." And Axel begins to lick her, and then Xion can't think straight, except to wonder if maybe they should bring Roxas into this tradition too...