Apartment Life

Before you read - this collection is set sometime after my oneshot 'Irene's Seduction'. Naminé and Roxas now live together, and I'm going to be posting short-shorts/oneshots about their "apartment life" (hence the title). One or two per chapter (depends on the length).

01 - First Fight

"Naminé…what are you doing in there?" Roxas asked through the closed door to the bathroom. He heard running water. He picked at the peeling paint on the frame.

"Bath." The word was muffled and quiet, and Roxas sighed as he heard the water be shut off. She didn't sound like herself.

His voice lowered. "Can I come in?"

"I'm already in, Roxas." She answered, and Roxas couldn't help but get the feeling that she was upset. With him.

"Is something wrong?" He tried the handle. She had locked the door. "You were pretty quiet over dinner." He leaned his forehead against the door, waiting for her reply. They had been living together for well over a month now, and it had all been smooth sailing.

Well, until now.

"You can talk to me."

"…It's nothing." Naminé said finally. Roxas could hear splashing, and gulped as he imagined her bare form.

"It's not nothing. Please. If I've done something…tell me. Give me a hint, or something. Just so I don't do it again. It won't make it better if we don't talk."

"It's just…." She trailed off, and Roxas sighed as he heard more noise. He listened carefully for the sound of her pulling her towel off the hook. Her slick feet walking on the tile.

The latch on the door was turned, and Roxas found himself facing a dripping wet Naminé. Her hair looked longer than usual, and the white towel wasn't quite long enough to cover the top of her cleavage. If it wasn't for the sullen expression on her face, he might have been turned on.

"You okay?" Roxas ignored her plea, and moved in to hug her. Even though she protested, he firmly held her to his chest. "Tell me."

Her voice wobbled as she spoke slowly. "It seems like we don't talk much any-anymore. W-We haven't made love in a week, Roxas. What...what am I supposed to think? I know we're both working really hard, so by the time we get back, the last thing we feel like doing i-is…."

Roxas reached up, his bare hands grazing her equally bare shoulders. As he gazed into her eyes, she said, "Are you sure you still love me?"

"Of course I love you, Naminé. I always have, and I always will." He barely got the last word out before her arms were around his shoulders, and their lips moulded together.

It only took them a moment to strip Roxas down to his boxers. As they sunk down onto the floor, they both knew their week-long abstinence would soon be coming to an end.