Further Explorations into Friendship's Meaning

Axel is warm and smells of leather and smoke. His hands are hot and they seem to cover Xion’s belly almost completely, pressing down gently through her leather coat. He feel so big, looking over her as he presses her closer, her back to his belly.

She cautiously rests her hands on top of his, feeling the heat of his skin even through the leather of their gloves. Her head is rest against his chest and she can practically feel when he chuckles.

“What’s funny?” She asks, glancing up at him upside-down, marveling at how the red of his hair stands out against the honey colored stone of the clock tower.

“Nothing,” Axel says, and he is moving his hands up to the zipper of Xion’s coat. “Nothing whatsoever.” He presses Xion’s hand down into her belly gently.

“Oh…” Xion lets him draw the zipper of her coat down, shivering a bit as the cold air hit’s the bare skin of her collarbone, since the thin cotton of her shirt doesn’t shield from the wind.

“Hey, Xion…” Axel’s hands move from her belly to her shoulders, then leave her body completely for a moment. They return to her shoulders quickly, now bare, and the rough calluses on his hands catch on the cotton of her shirt.

She looks up at him again, and sees a familiar gleam in his eye. She shivers, feeling her body break out in goosebumps.

“You remember the special best friend things?” Axel is almost panting as he tugs the zipper lower, until the whole coat is unzipped, hanging open. His chin is resting on her shoulder now, and his breath is warm in her ear, making her shiver.

“Yeah…” Xion swallows as she feels Axel’s hands go to her chest, cupping it, squeezing the softness and pressing down on the tips, which are tight and hard.

“Did you know there are things you don’t know yet?” He kisses the side of her neck wetly, his mouth hot.

‘There are?” Xion’s voice is trembling, and she feels herself getting tight and loose at the same time, down in that place.

“Yeah.” One of Axel’s hands leaves her chest, to move down her stomach to the secret place between her legs. The heel of his hand presses down on the little thing that makes her want to jerk her hips and kick her legs. “Does that feel good?”

“Y-y-yeah,” Xion mumbles.

“Y’want me to do more?” Axel’s long, clever fingers toy with the zipper of Xion’s pants. “It’ll feel even better, I promise.”

“I trust you,” Xion says, and her eyes are that of some young furry, leggy thing, hunkered down in a thicket.

Axel slides down, until he’s sitting on the stone with Xion held close in his lap. The setting sun is blood red, and it reflects on Xion’s pale skin.

Xion leans against him - she’s gotten used to cuddling up to him like this, even if they’re lacking ice cream. So she relaxes, feeling the warm, heavy weight of his hands on her belly. She feels something else as well, pressing against her backside through the layers of leather and denim. “Axel?”

“Hm?” Axel has the hem of Xion’s shirt between his fingers and is pulling the whole thing up, until it is bunched over her chest. He holds it in his hands, his thumb pressing down on the pink bits, making her belly do flip-floppy things.

“What’re you doing?” She doesn’t really remember him playing with her chest that way before, not really. It makes her all shiver-shuddery, in a way she isn’t entirely sure she likes.

“I’m doing special best friend things, remember?” Axel’s voice is vaguely teasing as he rolls the pink part of her chest between his thumb and forefinger. “Unless you want me to stop?”

“N-no,” Xion stutters, closing her eyes. “I… I like it.”

“Good…” Axel is shifting his hips, pressing the thing that’s poking her against her backside. “You want me to make you feel better?”

“Okay…” Xion trusts him, even if she feels distinctly… odd, with his hands on her chest like this.

“Excellent.” Axel lets go of her chest and begins to fiddle with her belt, then unbuttons her pants and unzips them. “This may feel a bit funny, but it’ll be good, okay?”

“Okay…” Xion blushes as she feels his hands slide down into her pants, pressing her underwear against… that place, where it’s all wet and sticky. She’s embarrassed about the wetness, embarrassed about the way his fingers seem to slip-slide as he strokes her, making her whimper and bite her lip.

Axel does something wriggly with his fingers, stroking Xion through her underwear. He tugs her closer with his other hand, his chin still on her shoulder. He’s grinding against her, making these quiet little moaning noises even while his fingers stroke and tease.

Xion whimpers, her hands going to his arms, squeezing and holding on tightly. She can feel the beginnings of that build up in her belly, that lightning and ice and fire that dances across her skin and deep into the marrow of her bones. She’s felt it before, a few times, but this one feels different. She isn’t entirely sure if she likes it or not, because it is just so… strange. She’s never felt someone else’s hands there, even if it is through her underwear.

Axel slides his hand down the front of her underwear, gently petting the hair she has down there, then along the place where it feels like all the wetness is coming from. He’s panting, nuzzling into the side of her neck as he rocks against her, his hips jerking in staccato little thrusts as two fingers pinch and tug at the tip of Xion’s chest.

Xion whimpers, rocking her hips into his hand and feeling him rub and grind up against her. She can feel the vaguely familiar clench and churn in her belly, the one that usually heralds the jerky, twisty lightning and ice that race up and down her spine, and she can feel herself getting looser and tighter down there, in anticipation. It’s an odd feeling, to say the least, especially to a being who is unused to feeling at all. Then she pops them open, because Axel’s finger is inside, and it shouldn’t feel so good, and it does, in a kind of uncomfortable way. She whines, pressing her face into the side of Axel’s, and is rewarded with a warm, wet kiss on her neck and a twitch of the fingers inside of her.

“That’s it…” Axel whispers, his thumb rotating on the special place that always makes her vision practically flash. “Good girl. Just like that…” He curls his finger inside of her, pressing down on… well, whatever it is, it makes it better, and Xion jerks against him, unintentionally squeezing down on his fingers. Axel moans and begins to speed up the thrusting of his hips, almost losing his rhythm as he begins to thrust his finger in and out of her, in and out…

Xion tries to match the thrust of his hand, her hips rocking and her eyes shut tight. It feels different from the last time - it feels wonderful, but a deep-in wonderful, not an electric-current-to-the-belly wonderful. When Axel nips her neck, she feels… something wash over her, and then she’s shaking and twitching, before going limp against him.

Axel groans into her neck, tugging her close to him and holding her like a doll in his lap. He’s grinding against her, grinding and rocking and trying to get her as close as possible, until he shudders and goes still, holding her close to him. Then he does something that seems…odd, at least to Xion, if only because it makes the empty place in her chest twitch; he brushes aside the sweaty hair on her forehead and he kisses it, gently and tenderly.

Xion leans against him, trying to blink back memories that she doesn’t remember actually participating in. She nuzzles into his neck, sweaty and exhausted, and cautiously kisses it as well.

“Toldja it would be nice, didn’t I?” Axel’s voice sounds as smug as ever, even as he takes his hand out of her underwear and licks his finger clean.

Xion blushes and nods shyly. “It… was very nice,” she says, and the blush can be heard in her voice.

“Tell ya what…” Axel gives a heavy sigh. “Once my legs are cooperating, we can RTC and I can show you again, alright?” Xion can feel him smiling against her neck.

“Okay,” she agrees, although she isn’t sure if she wants more of those waves of icy bright pleasure, or just because something about this easy intimacy makes something in her mind relax in a way it otherwise never does. She doesn’t know, but at the moment, she doesn’t care. So she cuddles up to him, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her belly and his warm breath on the side of her neck