Tapping her fingers on her thigh, Xion tries to muster the courage to ask Roxas this inappropriate question. It takes a few pinches before she blurts it out.
"Your feet!"
Well, she tried. The embarrassed girl looks at her partner and sees him about to fall off the clock tower. Though he manages to not fall, there's an evident panic on his face.
You've already started, she thinks. Don't stop now.
"Would you like them massaged?"
Xion stares down at the expansive city, punching herself on the inside. Why would you be that direct? Now he's gonna think you're a freak!
"Repeat that." Roxas scooches closer to Xion.
Her voice is as quiet as a mouse. "I can rub your feet if you want."
Roxas can't help but chuckle. "Why would you wanna do that?"
The most Xion can respond with is a quick shrug, for she continues to avoid looking at Roxas. He has spent enough time with her to get a good feel for her expressive traits. The blooming blush on her cheeks and the silent voice tell him she's nervous.
The Keyblade user gets closer. "I mean, it's no big deal if you want to."
"It's alright," Xion says, pulling herself up. "I was just acting weird. We can forget about it, okay?"
Before Xion can walk away, she feels a tug on her coat.
"Don't make me start begging," Roxas says, dragging her to the ground with a smile.
The girl can't even get a word out once Roxas begins to remove his boots. Her focus returns once more to the city of Twilight Town, yet it only lasts for a few seconds. The moment she hears a strong thud, Xion's eyes lock back onto her partner.
His feet!
A large foot is a short distance away from her as Roxas yanks his other boot off. He tosses the other shoe and extends his feet to Xion.
The black-haired mess of a Nobody takes a deep breath. "I just want to treat you after a hard day, Roxas. That's all."
"…Was I supposed to take it any other way?"
With how casually Xion began to lay in front of his feet, it seems she doesn't realise how suspicious she's making herself appear.
Through her leather gloves, she can feel the firmness of Roxas' feet. Compared to her own feet, his are not only beefier, but they're stronger. This fact already has the girl's mouth watering.
I wanna kiss them…
Despite her burning desires, Xion fights to keep all emotions off her face. Not only does Roxas not need to find out about her highly-inappropriate thoughts, but if he catches her doing weird things to his feet, the secret will no longer be a secret.
Xion firmly grasps Roxas' left foot. To start this massage, she rubs her thumbs up and down the boy's foot.
"Sorry I don't have anything to rub on them," she says.
Roxas chuckles. "Maybe I should've saved my ice cream a bit longer."
Little does he know how much that idea is arousing his friend. Because of that thought, Xion's unprofessional foot rub comes to a crawl for the next minute. If she were to rub sea-salt ice cream all over Roxas' feet, then lick it off, a river would flood from between her thighs.
His feet probably taste salty already. If it weren't for these monochromatic, uptight uniforms, Xion could feel the sweat on Roxas' soles.
Twilight Town's sun is doing wonders for the bottom of the boy's feet. They're shining from his heels to his plump toes. Once Xion gets a finger between some toes, she realises that this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. She must touch the real deal.
"Hold on, Roxas." Just then, Xion yanks her gloves off and casts them aside the abandoned boots.
With a brief finger wiggle, she returns to the massage.
"Wow…" she whispers, voice cracking. "They're so warm."
"I know they give us socks to wear, but I kinda like going without them."
Xion freezes. He heard me? I wasn't even talking loudly.
However, her fear is replaced with excitement when she takes in that statement. Roxas spends most of his missions wearing boots with no socks. Whether the two of them be in the hot Olympus Coliseum, the scorching streets of Agrabah, or the fairly warm Wonderland, this means Roxas' feet must absolutely reek.
Yet, since the Keyblade-wielding Nobodies are still outdoors, Xion thankfully can't smell Roxas' feet.
If I got a sniff, I'd have to make out with his feet until they're sore.
As the girl kneads the side of his foot, Roxas smirks. No matter how nervous she looks, Xion will always be adorable in his eyes.
"This feels nice," he says, hoping to lift her spirits.
"T-Thanks," Xion gulps.
It's now ten times harder to resist shoving her face into Roxas' toes after he made that remark about the socks. Xion's lips are tingling, her nipples are hardening, and her private parts have more to deal with than mild sweat. The urges are yelling in pain, waiting for this Nobody to unleash and worship her friend's feet.
Help me, she silently pleads.
With gritted teeth, she looks up at Roxas. Now her eyes widen.
Roxas is looking off into the city just as she did earlier. Perhaps she can get a sniff in on his foot. A tiny sniff, barely recognisable. But if she takes a gamble on this, she risks him turning back around and catching her.
Is Xion going to be brave or chicken out?
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