Thought I'd take some time from my summer ficcy to write a Larxel drabble.

Everyday, it was the same routine.

She would ignore him, nose stuffed into her favorite sadistic literature, smirking evilly all the while.

He would sit across the room, palm under his chin, watching her read in silence.

Every few minutes, she would slip her eyes off of the aged yellow pages, and scan his face, taking in every feature, every crease...Everything about him.

He would adjust his chair position casually to conceal the movement of his eyes as they saw every single quirk, blink, and motion that she made.

After a while, she would stand up and place her book into the bookshelf nearest to her.

He would crack his knuckles before he rose up out of the black chair, making his way over to where the blond was positioned against the lily-white wall.

She would look up into his bright emerald-green eyes, clasp her arms around his neck, and press her torso against his.

He would wrap his arms around her waist and draw her into a elongated, fiery kiss.

“Same time tomorrow, Axel?” The blond whispered almost voiceless while biting at his ear.

“Of course...Larxene.” came the red-head's response.

Well, you know what they say...Old habits die hard.

This was a little more risqué than the crap that I usually write, but... -shrugs- REVIEW AND YOU WILL GET PIE!