Author’s Notes: For the few readers and even fewer reviewers, thank you for bearing with me. I gladly appreciate it.

After more than twenty minutes, Naminé can’t help sitting inside and doing nothing… She has a heart and might as well use it. She quickly opened the door and hurried outside as a van passes by.

“What the hell?” Roxas lifted his head and looked at her as she tries to call the attention of the van driver. Unfortunately for her, the driver ignored her. He sighed and approached her. “No need to ask for help.” He uttered to her and began to drag her inside the car.

When the two are settled back in the driver’s seat and passenger’s seat, Roxas initiated the engine while the rain stops. “Just great…” he muttered, having pissed off with the weather.

“Forget it…” She suddenly muttered with a sad smile. “We are already wet and we won’t be able to dance in the ball.”

He faced her. “When you get dry, you can dance…”

“I still can’t..!” She faced him too. “My makeup is ruined and my hair’s a mess. No one would want to dance with me.”

Roxas can say that she can reattach her self but instead he said “I still think you’re attractive without makeup and with chaotic hair.”

“Even so…” She smirked. “I’m not going there anymore… I can’t show up there looking like this.”

At that, Roxas once again opened his door and stepped out. He stretched out his hand for her. Her eyebrows made a confused angle. “What?”

“C’mon! I’ll take you to the ball!” He cheered.

“Take me where?” She replied, not able to hear clearly what he just said. Still, she also stepped out and neared him. “What were you saying?”

“Hold on a sec.” He said with a grin and went back to the car.

After a few seconds, he came walking over to her again, accompanied with a sweet sound from his player. “Since no one is around” his face was just inches away from her “I’m taking your first dance.”

She blushed, not guessing that Roxas has that charm.

He took her hands and placed them on his shoulders. He put his hands on both sides of her waist and he began swaying a bit. “Sorry, I’m not a good dancer.” He blushed. “As a matter of fact, I’m not a dancer.” And he let out a soft masculine chuckle.

A smile crept on her lips “That’s all right.” She began. “I don’t care if you step on my foot and ruin my perfectly pedicured nails.” His face brightened and he laughed softly.

Their hairs are wet; their clothes are making droplets of water. If ever the ground was dry, they’d make a puddle in no time. Yet, they continued to sway in the rhythm of the music.

Sounds good, feels even better.

After an hour, their surroundings have started to dry and they found themselves seated on a blanket- overlooking from the cliff.

“When will you get a heart, Roxie?” She asked while feeling the breeze in her hair.

“I dunno… I’m not in a hurry anyways…” He responded, gazing at the town at night.

“Oh?” She faced him with interest. “Since we’re starting to get dry, can we go somewhere else now?” She asked him. He nodded and stood.

While they approach the car side by side, Roxas held her hand. She blushed and looked at their joint hands. “Roxas…?” Her whisper escaped her mouth and didn’t notice that he was already opening the car door for her.

She gaped at the opened door and looked back at him with a confused face. “After you..!” He said optimistically as he lets Naminé settle her self in the backseat. He kept standing in front of her and his hands landed on his coat. “Hmm?” He examined his nearly dry coat. “Why didn’t I take this off?” Then he gaped at her who just stared back at him.

He looked sideways while taking off his coat. He threw it inside the car and it landed on Naminé’s head- “Hey!” She whined as she takes it off from her face. When she had managed to throw his coat on the driver’s seat, she noticed him nearly done taking off his undershirt. “…R-Roxie..?” a tensed voice escaped her dainty lips.

He entered the backseat and closed the door behind him, making Naminé fall on her back. He crawled to her and found his body on top of her. She stared at him with a nervous facial expression. A manly smirk drew his mouth and he began kissing her neck.

She didn’t know what to do. She stayed there frozen with a topless Roxas- also seeing for the first time that he has well built chest and admiring abs. She can’t push him away, she just can’t.

After a while, Roxas stopped; lifting his head. He stared at her. It’s too dark; he can’t determine if that’s a smile on her face he sees. He froze, his hands are strongly pressed on the seat, and Naminé in between them. He breathed, and she felt it touch her skin. Her eyes gazed at his, searching in the dark.

Awkward.

Awkward. Awkward.

She needs to say something; ask whatever- Is it ‘Roxas, what are you doing?’ or ‘Roxas, why did you stop?’ She can’t decide so she said, “…Roxie?”

His sweet breath still continues to touch her. “You know I hate it when someone calls me that.” He responded with his oh so handsome voice. (A/N: sigh

She pouted “Even me?” Their faces are only a few inches away.

A smile drew in his face “Yes” and then he aimed for her lips. She welcomed it whole heartedly as the both of them closed their eyes.

The feeling is mutual… that is what Roxas thinks at the moment. Her hands crawled to his neck and then to his back; wrapping her hands around his shoulders.

After a while, her right hand gently crawled down to his chest as his tongue asked for entrance in her mouth. She got a bit concerned because everything is happening too fast. No decent girl would let her self be physically used that easily. But what the heck, she felt pounding in his chest.

… What?

“Roxas!” Her sudden exclamation halted their moment. He got upset with it because he was starting to feel glad but still, he also considered that she maybe has something important to say.

‘Roxas, everything is happening too fast’ or ‘Roxas, would you stop it already’… He was expecting those kinds of statements but still, he waited what she has to say. “Roxas, you’re beating! I… I mean… there’s something… something!”

“What?” He can’t figure out what she was trying to say. She pulled up her body and sat, making him sit as well.

She leaned to him; placing her hand on his chest again. “You have a heart, Roxie!” She said in utter surprise.

“I do?” He asked in disbelief or rather taking it as unimportant. He smiled sadly afterwards. “I may have just fallen for you…” He looked away.

Having the feeling of romance is optimistically a good thing for her. “Then why do you look so sad?”

“I don’t…” He lied, still staring outside the window.

She sighed. “Let’s just head back.” He pouted and hid it with much avail. He nodded to her.

They were about to answer but a silver haired boy entered the parking lot. “Okay Roxie poop, where did you take her?” He snapped while approaching Naminé.

“We went out for a stroll.” Roxas answered coolly, putting his hands behind his head just like Sora does.

“Way to go, my twin Other!” Sora cheered while Kairi looked pleased. She always knew that Roxas would be perfect for Naminé, just like Sora is perfect for her.

Bad temper was guilty in Riku’s handsome face. He tried to control it and faced Naminé. “What did he do to you?”

Naminé looked back at him. She remembered the quarrels, the rain, the dance, the overlooking experience and umm… an average mass of making out in his backseat. “Nothing.” She answered sweetly. Roxas looked at her sideways.

Riku raised his eyebrow then turned to Roxas. Riku pointed him with a mean glare saying like if-ever-I-find-something-out,-you’re-dead,-asshole. Roxas shrugged his shoulders with a smile. After that, Riku marched off, dragging Naminé alongside him.

When the two was gone, Roxas took off his masked smile. His hands returned to his sides. “What happened between you two?” Sora approached him.

“You heard her.” He began. “Nothing.” And then he walked off towards the ball; Sora and Kairi following him with worried faces.

Before they knew it, the three found their selves settled in a circular table, watching the others dance. “Hey..!” Sora called for Roxas’s attention while he watches Naminé on the dance floor, dancing with Riku.

“Hey you back, Other.” He faced Sora, turning his head sideways.

“Why don’t you dance?” Sora beamed.

“Why don’t you?” He asked back.

“We’re fine right here..!” Sora motioned his hand saying that it’s no big deal.

Roxas rolled his eyes. “C’mon, I know you guys wanna dance. I don’t mind, I’m fine right here.”

“REALLY?” Sora cheered as he stands up, dragging Kairi with him.

Kairi slapped Sora’s hand and sat back again. “Oh no, what are you saying?” She smiled at Roxas. “We don’t want to dance. We want to stay here with you.” And then she glared at Sora, “Right, SORA?”

“C’mon Kairi… It’s really no big deal…” Roxas plainly said.

“Thanks man!” Sora exclaimed and completely dragged Kairi to the dance floor. Roxas smirked at that and rested the side of his head on his left fist; watching the other four dance.

He stared at her. He recalled how she hurryingly reattaches her make up while they are in the car, heading back. She even dropped her comb and she determinedly picked it up even the car moves with speed. “Girls…” He muttered to him self with a smirk. “Interesting.”

And so… he continued to watch her dance with another man, also knowing that that ‘another man’ doesn’t know that he, Roxas, had already taken her first dance.

But still, he wants to know when he can have her for himself… And only for himself.

To be continued…