KH100 - 062. Rules

062. Rules

"Demyx," Vexen sighed over his paperwork. "what are you doing?"

"Nuuuthin'" Demyx grinned innocently at Vexen as he crept up to the desk.

"I can see that." Vexen raised an eyebrow and sent the musician his best 'don't-you-have-something-better-to-be-doing-right-now?' look. Demyx just grinned impishly back at him. "And what about your mission?"

"What mission?" Vexen scowled at the far too fake tone of innocence.

"The scouting mission Xemnas appointed to you this morning. That mission."

"Ooooh, that mission. Well, you know..." Demyx rocked back and forth, grinning broader than that creepy cat in Wonderland.

"No, I don't know." He shook his head and turned his attention back down to the report in front of him. He was going to finish the damn thing today, even if it killed him.

"Aww, Vexen..." A hand ran along his back, teasingly tugging on the ends of his hair. "Don't be like that."

"Demyx," Vexen shrugged his shoulders, willing the tingling sensation to go away. "You have a mission to do and I've got a report to complete. Now is not the time."

"But Vexen," The boy practically whined as long arms draped over his shoulders. The feel of Demyx's warm breath on his neck sent shivers down his spine. "I don't wanna go and you should take a break."

"No." Vexen's pen trembled ever so slightly as he tried to force his brain to remember what he'd been writing. The lips trailing along his neck did absolutely nothing to help the situation. "D-demyx, please. We have work to do. You k-know the rules."

"Ditch the rules." Suddenly his chair was pulled back and he had a lapful of steamy nocturne. "Screw Xemnas." Lips a hair's breath away from his own, cerulean eyes bored into his own with an intensity he rarely saw from the sprite.

A breathy whisper, felt more than heard.

"Let's play hooky."

Afterall, what was a report in the grand scheme of things, really?