It was quiet, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop without deliberately listening for it. Peace and quiet on a boring Saturday afternoon, just the way Zexion liked.
It was his library, his heaven, his territory. None of the other organization members ('cept the Academic) would ever enter the library on their own free will. No one would bother him there if he had wanted some alone time. Not that Zexion mind if someone were to disturb him, to distract him from his oh so interesting book. Especially if it was a certain pink auburn haired someone.

The slated haired Nobody sighed as he sat down in his favorite seat with a book randomly picked out from one of the many bookshelves. He stared at the cover of the paperback, contemplating on whether or not he should read it. Five heartbeat later, (assuming that a Nobody has a heart, the time taken for the Schemer to react was just about the time taken for the heart of a normal person to beat five times.) he flung the book across the table and slammed his face onto the table. Very uncharacteristic of him, he had to admit, but he was feeling some what shitty and at that moment being spotted not behaving like himself was the least of his concerns.

Silence dragged on as he remained face down on the table.

"You moron." he uttered suddenly, surprised to hear his own voice in the quiet library.

"Yes Zexion," came an all too familiar voice from right in front of him. "You are indeed a moron."

Zexion sat up abruptly. He had let his guard down. So strong a scent, how could he not sense it. But then again, it was, after all his library. Who would have expected anyone other then himself (and the Academic) to come to the library on a Saturday afternoon, especially not on this Saturday. "What do you want, number XI?" he stared at the new comer unblinkingly. Strangely, Zexion was kind of delighted (if a Nobody could feel) at the appearance of the Assassin. He almost couldn't suppress the urge of jumping out of his chair and glomping the non-existence life out of the Nobody sitting across of him.

Marluxia stared back at him from across the table, as if to study his reaction.
"Well, I'm here to deliver something." he replied dryly, breaking away from Zexion's glare and reached for the book which Zexion had hurled across the table earlier.

"Then give it to me and get lost." deep down inside, Zexion was thinking other wise.

"I said I'm here to deliver something. I didn't say to deliever something to you." the Assassin answered with a smirk.

Immediately, the short moment of bliss turned into irritation. "Then get out of my library. Can't you see I'm reading!" he snapped,  Again, very unlike him to show any emotions (well even as a Nobody who can't feel, he remembered enough to express them).

"Indeed, what a nice book you were reading." the pink auburn haired Nobody replied, deliberately holding up the book he had picked up a while ago. Leaning back onto his chair, he flipped through the book and continued, "Ahh.. the story of the famous drow who forsaken both the evil ways of his people and their home... Very nice indeed."

Zexion wanted so much to rip the smirk off of Marluxia's face there and then.
"Fine!" it was a careless mistake and he was already blushing. "If you don't want to leave, I'll go." He stood up to summon a portal, but a touch on his arm stayed him.

"Oh don't be so upset, it is for you alright." the Assassin gracefully moved beside the Schemer. "It is only meant to be given to you." With a flik of a finger, a bouquet of roses appeared. (did I mentioned that the bouquet was pink? I didn't? alright...) A bouquet of pink roses appeared in Marluxia's hand.

"Here you go." he handed the nicely decorated bouquet to Zexion, who in turn stared at it dumbfounded. " A bouquet specially picked for a very special someone on a special day." Marluxia declared.

"Fo.. for me?" Zexion was astonished. He did not expect that from Marluxia, not without a price. He stared at Marluxia, then at the bouquet, then at Marluxia again.

"What are you waiting for?" the smirk on the Assassin's face widen.

"Wha.. what?" the Schemer stuttered as he scrumbled backwards.

Marluxia took it as a chance to advance forward till he had Zexion trapped against the wall. "I'd delivered the item. It's now for you to pay the delivery fee."

Zexion felt his already flushed face became even hotter at having Marluxia standing so close to him. "I... I don't have anything for you." Inwardly, he was cursing himself for blushing. Oh, he knew very well what Marluxia wanted. But the Assassin would had to initiate it if he wanted it that bad.

Marluxia seemed to know what was in Zexion's mind. He always knew.
Leaning down until their nose touched, he mumbled "Happy Valentine's Day." and seal their lips together in a passionate kiss.