But I LOVE Pancakes! : Lime Edition

Setting: Sunset Terrace, inside the (mysterious) tunnel.

Characters: Roxas and Xion, 18.

Summary: Roxas and Xion get caught in the rain on the way home from school. Whilst sheltering and waiting for the weather to clear, with their wet clothes sticking to their skin, Xion wants his opinion on her flat chest.

Note: The uncensored version is available to read on my other accounts on Hentai-Foundry, AdultFanFiction and Archive of Our Own, as part of my story 'Quickly, Now: A Collection of Short Lemons'. Links are in my profile.

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The thundering beat of rain echoed down the tunnel, still as strong as it was when it started ten minutes ago. This one could last a while, and that seemed certain. A real pity, because he was supposed to meet his girlfriend and all his other buddies at the Usual Spot for their weekly videogame tournament. Instead, he was stuck here with the troublesome girl who made him so late in the first place when they both got banged up in detention. Of course, she tried to shift the blame on him, stating he was the one who retaliated to her elastic band bombardment during class and made it worse, but in the end, they both served an equal sentence.

Roxas didn't hate Xion at all, and he was sure the feeling was mutual. They could, on a good day, get along famously. It's just that sometimes, much like his relationship with Seifer, they had a little rivalry going on.

"I've sent Naminé a text, telling her we're going to be late for the tourney," He informed his fellow drowned rat, who sat with her back to the wall and her knees pulled up to her chest. She'd been awfully quiet in the time they'd been sheltering, and she sat there with a faraway expression. "I said we wouldn't mind them starting on without us, so long as they don't eat all the Doritos and Jelly Babies before we got there."

"Hn."

Unsure if that was supposed to be a proper word in her response or a blasé grunt, Roxas continued.

"Olette's not going to be too pleased. She's been waiting all week for a rematch with you on Mario Kart after you pipped her at the very last second on the final straight with that Red Shell."

Although she still had that distant look she smiled a little, and that was something at least. For some reason, she hadn't been her usual spunky self since it started to rain. He didn't want to show too much concern, as she normally wouldn't accept any charity from him, yet, at the same time, he really wanted to know what was wrong. He couldn't get anything out of her without covering the fact he was fussing over her.

"Hey," Roxas squatted down in front of her, reached out and pinched her nose with the second knuckles of his index and middle fingers. Droplets splashed on his knuckles from the tips of her fringe. "Got your nose."

That got the attention of her eyes, staring straight back into his, but her expression remained otherwise passive. Xion did, however, maintain eye contact and tilt her head back. Her mouth opened slightly as his palm heel touched her lips, and much to his surprise, she blew part of a weak raspberry against it. It must have been his 'WTH' face that made her smile in the way that she did.

"Huh... 'kay..." Roxas released her nose. She dropped her head forward again, and her smile almost faded entirely. "Listen, I know you'd usually tell me to get stuffed, but... are you feeling alright? You haven't said a single word since we got here, you look a bit spaced out and to be honest, it's kinda bothering me."

"Why's that?"

Roxas quirked an eyebrow.

"Ah, you have answered my question with a question, as opposed to something straight-out, blunt and insulting. How interesting," Roxas made a fist to rest his chin on. "Your silence is bothering me because it is, quite frankly, unnatural for you. I would much prefer it if you could drop an insult every now and again, you know? Like, maybe, 'yo mama', or something to that effect. Even just a single word would do just fine, like 'cat', 'pancake', or 'Antidisestablishmentarianism'."

"Why'd you pick on that word?"

"Because I spent a good whole weekend learning how to say it, so I can impress foreign dignitaries and other posh nobs at fancy dinner parties."

"No, the other word," Xion leant forward. She looked... somewhat upset. "'Pancake'. Why'd you say that word?"

"No particular reason. It was off the top of my head," Roxas, despite not wanting to seem like he was fussing over her, couldn't help the soft tone of voice. "Why, what's the matter?"

Colour filled her lightly sun-tanned cheeks. She opened her mouth to speak, and it was open a little while before any sounds came out. It was as if she was waiting for sound to be invented.

"It popped into your head right after... you looked at me?"

Eh? Looked at her?

"I... don't follow," Roxas frowned in genuine bafflement.

Xion's gaze dropped. Slowly, she pushed her legs forward from her chest, and then... Roxas could see her white school shirt was practically laid on like a second skin from all the damp, and speaking of skin, he could see a lot of hers through the material. He could also see she wasn't wearing a bra, and...

"Oh, jeez," Roxas closed his eyes and turned his head away. He held up his hands apologetically. "I'm sorry, I think I can see your-"

"You can see my tits," Xion said quietly. "What little there is of them. And you did, which was why you thought of pancakes."

"No," Roxas, now with his eyes open, kept her out of view. "I didn't see anything of yours."

"Of course you didn't."

"I didn't mean it in the way you're insinuating, Xion. You've got breasts, that I can confirm, but I didn't see them any time before just now."

"Took you that long to find them, huh?"

"Hey now, don't be a silly mare," He turned, placed both hands to the wall on either side of her head, leaned in so close their foreheads were practically touching, and looked straight into her eyes. He wanted to be this close to reduce his peripheral vision, and that's the only reason... he told himself. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with what you've got. And besides, what's wrong with pancakes? I love pancakes, and so do most other people."

"Can you prove that?"

"Yes, I can prove that," Roxas said in disbelief. "You can stay at my house tonight, and when we get up for breakfast tomorrow morning, I'll make a huge stack of pancakes and quaff the lot. With heated maple syrup and a knob of butter on top."

"No, I'm not talking about those pancakes," She raised both her hands, which were shaking quite badly. He tried hard not to follow their path, but he knew he had to. Xion placed them over her chest. "These. Prove to me you think there's nothing wrong with these."

"H-how, exactly?"

Roxas dreaded asking, and he equally dreaded the answer. Xion turned her head away, and muttered something under her breath.

"Sorry?"

"Look... at them," She repeated, her profile blushing profusely.

"Um... r-right, okay, I will," Cheeks red-hot like a mirror to hers, Roxas pulled a face that suggested he was concentrating hard and looked down to where Xion had removed her hands.

There wasn't any point denying Xion had a flat chest, but he did take exception to her not believing he liked a gal of small proportions. Take Naminé, for example. He wouldn't date such a puny girl like her if he didn't undyingly adore her petite washboard-body and stomach-knotting cuteness, which he does to an obsessive degree, and there are more than enough people milling around who'd vouch for him there. Those small breasts of hers were simply perfect for her, and that was a fact. The same thing could be said with Xion, and-

A thought struck Roxas. Xion knows all about him and Naminé, and knows like everyone else that his girlfriend also has a 'pancake' chest, so why the Hell is she asking him to prove he hasn't a problem with them?

And why the Hell's his hands touching her soggy wet shirt, pressed upon the near non-existent mounds in question? More importantly, why couldn't he take them away?

The alteration in Xion's breathing pattern, which he could feel in the rise and fall of her chest and hear above the dull pattering raindrops, was cause for him to search her face to determine the depth of trouble he was in for the laying on with the hands without warning or permission. From what he could tell, there wasn't any trouble... yet, at least.

Xion's head was cast fairly low, but her cheeks were alight like a red traffic signal. What he could see of her timid expression was actually quite cute, Roxas thought.

"I... I understand that you must want me to take my filthy hands off you, right?"

When she raised her head with a pained expression and biting her bottom lip, he immediately thought that was exactly what she wanted him to do, because the contact was bothering her. How wrong he was. Roxas felt the power needed to regain control over his hands surge back through the elbows, forearms and wrists like an electrical current, but just as he eased the pressure on her chest ready to remove the offending mitts, Xion released a shuddery breath that halted him.

"Y-you don't like touching them, do you?" She said quietly.

"Wha-" He tried to pick his words carefully. "They... they feel very... nice, Xion. Honestly. It's just that I really shouldn't be..."

"Because you don't really like them, that's the reason."

"Listen, Xi," Roxas sighed. "You really need to stop talking boll-"

"I bet," She cut in, her voice marginally shrill. "I bet you don't like them enough to... touch them directly, without my shirt being in the way. No, of course you don't, because you don't li-"

"Okay, okay, I get it," He cut in this time, saying that he got it, when he really didn't. Building up a reasonable defence to put an end to this whole debacle had sieved its way out his head, with the tiny impish voices replacing reason with 'go on, get in there my son', and all that business. "I'll... I'll do it, to prove to you there's nothing at all wrong with the size of your chest."

"There you go, bringing sizes into it..."

"Well, what did you expect me to say?"

"I don't want you to say anything. I want you to just... do it," Xion muttered, her trembling hands starting on the buttons of her wet shirt from the collar.

Roxas, sighing, brushed her hands away and took over from there. Xion dropped hers to the floor again by her sides, and in his peripheral vision while he concentrated on what he was doing, he could see she was looking at him in that shy, curious manner Naminé often did. Was it possible that Xion... liked him?

Not thinking about it too much, Roxas stopped unbuttoning around about her flat, toned stomach, and peeled away the material soaked to her flat chest. Xion made a strange noise, and it was then that he realised he'd zoned out and had been staring for what was, in Xion's case, an uncomfortably long time. It wasn't really his fault, because it was such a lovely sight. Her tan lines from a one piece swimsuit were especially sweet, looking so much paler to her otherwise light brown skin.

Carefully, as if she was a delicate figure made from porcelain, Roxas placed his hands back over her bare breasts.

The heat was the first thing he noticed. It was a major difference when comparing between touching the pure flesh, and when it's been diluted through wet cotton. The softness, again, was lost when the shirt was in the way. The smooth texture, too. Also, the feel of her erect nipples on his sweaty palms were so much better now...

Uh-oh.

Roxas couldn't stop himself. The urge to caress them was... overpowering. So much so, that they'd already started way before his brain processed the desire. Both thumbs, in perfect synchronisation, pressed and rubbed her perky nipples around and around in small circles, and varied directions. It didn't end there; an invisible force pushed his head forward and convinced him it would be a jolly good idea to seal his lips around one of the nipples.

"Mhmm," Roxas, exhaling sharply through the nose, quickly discovered that it was a jolly good idea, and now that he'd latched on, he didn't want to let go. For support, he raised his left hand and put it to the wall behind her, just beside her hung-forward head, and craned his neck to point his ear up to the sky, and closer to her lips. Xion's heated pancake breast and erect nipple had a fabulously scrumptious taste made all the more endearing with the light film of rainwater that had seeped through her shirt, especially when combined with the slow, shallow breaths hinted with intriguingly cute squeaks in his ear.

"Yo-you're being rough," She quietly winced, although her protestation wasn't entirely convincing as she was hugging his head to her chest tightly.

"Mhnhnn," He moaned against her warm, damp breast, and shuffled on his knees to get in closer. He was able to turn his head slightly facing downwards and remove his mouth from her flesh with an exaggerated wet pop and a sharp breath, which brushed upon the heavier wet patch his lips made and caused her to shudder tremendously. "I can stop any time you want me to."

There was a pregnant pause, filled only by the echo of the hard falling rain. While it was very true that he would stop doing what he was doing at her say so, he really, really hoped to Oblivion that she wouldn't. If he had to rely on his powers of deduction, which were on the hole about as good as a sundial made of spreadable cheese, then he'd have to say by the hitch of her breath and the way she continued to cradle his head in her arms that she felt the same way he did.

"Hn, you're such a jerk," She said finally, her quiet tone clearly insinuating that she didn't want him to stop, but she wasn't going to admit it by saying it out loud. "I bet that if I had bigger boobs, then you wouldn't say such a thing. You'd just keep on scoffing away like a pig-"

Roxas forced a loud, watery howl from her when he thought enough was enough of that talk, which she was obviously using to rile him up and force him to prove her wrong, by turning his mouth back and noshing in the pig-like fashion she'd doubted he would on her hot, flat breast. Both his hands were on the wall behind her, one just above her head and the other beside her hip, while her legs tucked up and her body curled around him. Xion was breathing harshly and moaning into his ear, while he pushed his face further in.

Round and round his tongue went, circling around her stiff nipple and areole, flapping and flicking both during and in between the intermittent and noisy sucking, which was starting to turn her skin red. He did it again and again, undeniably enjoying it all the while with his sighing and muffled, breathy 'mmmm's'.

The other clear indicator, testament to his enjoyment, was the fact his soggy trousers were tight due to his raging hard on. There reached a point where he couldn't ignore it any longer, and had to get it out.

Reluctantly, he stopped doing what he was doing and gradually broke free from Xion's hold. Her expression was adorable, she was almost desperately wondering why he was doing it and darting her gaze all over him to see where the fire was. It was in his underpants, as it happened.

"Heh," Smirking wonkily, he released a single haggard breath before he got to his zipper. "I already doubt it, but, if you need further proof that your boobs are great, see what they've done to me."

Xion's body trembled a little more, and her lower lip wobbled. He didn't really know or think about it but she'd never seen a penis before, and an erect one seemed a little frightening to her especially one of Roxas' size.

"... I guess, then, that I misjudged you," She leant forward and put her forehead to his, staring hazily into his eyes. "You really must like... pancakes."

Roxas stared back, not saying a word, even when she added in a dreamy tone, "Or maybe it's nothing to do with them at all."

She placed her small hands on his shoulders, waited a short while, and then kissed him full on the lips. Her mouth was soft and warm.

Her eyes were still open, halfway as if she were dazed. He cupped both her cheeks with his palms, and slipped his tongue into her mouth through the partial gap she made after they broke for a second's resupply of air.

"... Roxas..."

They broke apart, with a thin string of saliva dripping from their lips.

"If you want to go even further, with me, then... you can if you want. You need it, obviously."

Yeah, he did need it, he told himself. He wasn't the only one, and that was clearer than crystal.

Xion stood up, with Roxas' help, turned and placed her hands on the stone wall. Light remnants of water dripped from her clothes and rolled down various parts of her finely shaped body, as she slowly stuck out her rear.

Roxas, pausing for thought first, slowly raised her skirt up at the back, and paused again for observance.

She had a perfectly rounded pair of peaches, given sight through the wet, tightly clad knickers. They were even riding up the crack of her buttocks, but she didn't take any action to sort any of it out which could have meant they weren't providing her with any discomfort. It was almost a shame, but then again it was as much of a pleasure to do so, he had to take them off her.

Or maybe he didn't. They were both still mostly dressed in their sodden clothes anyway, so she could still keep her delightful Minnie & Mickey Mouse print panties on.

"Don't make fun of them," She told him, almost pleading, whilst keeping her head forward and looking down.

"I wouldn't dream of it," He answered as honestly as he could, hooking two fingers under a leg hole and peeling aside the wet fabric. More tan lines, he smiled happily, and his smile broadened when he found that she was completely bald down there. "I was actually just admiring them. They're very cute, Xion."

She looked back over her shoulder, timidly, but didn't make eye contact with him.

"Y-you think so? Even though they're on me?"

"Especially because they're on you," He said, softly. "Now I'm not saying this because of what we're about to do, but... you are, no matter what I might have said otherwise at any other time, cute, and very beautiful."

Now she made eye contact, staring seriously as if looking for hints of the lie or any sarcasm. She would find none. Xion's eyes, glimmering happily, cast downward shyly.

"Thank you..." She then looked up to reconnect, and gave him a wobbly smile. "And I'm not saying this just because of what we're about to do, either, but... I still stand by what I've always said about you, and that's that you've got a face like a horses' arse."

Laughing together, Roxas placed a hand on the wall beside her craned head and leaned in to kiss her. Although short it was heated, and their lips parted with a light smack.

This was a bit awkward, because she was so small and slender. Standing together, the top of her head was level with his chin.

Roxas slowly crouched down. He placed his hands up by hers, and intertwined their fingers.

"Are you ready for this?"

She nodded.

Xion didn't know if it was the pain of first sex or simply Roxas' size that brought a tear to her eyes, but it wasn't before long that it started to feel absolutely perfect. Roxas felt the same way, and together their hot bodies snaked and writhed and their moans carried out through the tunnel network, until they eventually reached their peaks.

The clear sound of the rain still taking its toll on the world was an indication they were going to be here for a while longer.

"You're still very energetic," Xion said, with a happy, breathless smile. "I guess that means we could keep on going, then."

"Yeah, I suppose," He replied, dropping his face and kissing into the side of her neck. "This time, though, we'll do it face to face. Your boobs are delicious, and I want to suck on them while we do it."

Giggling, Xion reached back and stroked through this wet, shaggy hair.

"I really was very wrong about you. You're obsessed with flat chests!"

Smirking, he whispered,

"Hey, I did say that I love pancakes."

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Coming up next:

Roxas admits his infidelity to his girlfriend, Naminé, a few days after sleeping with Xion. He didn't quite get the reaction he expected... Roxas x Naminé x Xion x Rhyme (KH: Dream Drop Distance)