Lonely girls

Cyzarine giggled and slipped an arm round his waist. "I don't mind."

"But I'm supposed to be a gentleman!" Demyx flailed.

Cyzarine pouted. "But a gentleman should never disappoint a lady."

"...That's true!" Demyx began rooting around in his guitar case.

Cyzarine giggled. "The never-ending guitar case!"

Demyx pulled out a flat piece of material and shook it. It popped out into a top hat.

Cyzarine laughed. "Okay, I wasn't expecting that."

Demyx plonked the top hat on and smiled happily.

Cyzarine giggled to herself and crawled towards him.

"I'm a gentleman." Demyx nodded.

Cyzarine laughed and sat in his lap. "You're just asking to be proved wrong, you know?"

"No!" Demyx frowned.

Cyzarine pouted up at him. "And I was getting hopeful." she teased. She turned in his lap to kiss him.

Demyx smiled and kissed her back gently.

Cyzarine wrapped her arms round his neck, eyes closing.

Demyx wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.

Cyzarine hummed softly and adjusted her body so she straddled his lap.

Demyx made a small sound and pulled her closer again.

Cyzarine wondered if she could get any closer, but didn't complain.

Demyx pulled back and frowned, "I'm supposed to be a gentleman."

Cyzarine pouted firmly. "Well be a gentleman and give the lady what she wants."

"Can I keep my top hat on?" Demyx smiled hopefully.

Cyzarine smirked predatorally. "For a little while."

"But I want to keep my top hat on." Demyx pouted.

Cyzarine giggled. "Fine. But I want a reward."