Demyx rolled over in bed, glancing up at the ceiling, then at the door. It was time to wait. He had stripped his shirt off moments ago, along with his long robe. He now lay in bed on top of the sheets in his tight black pants and black socks, shoes resting beside the bed.
He sighed; he hated waiting. Especially for his love to come back from a mission. Nothing was worse than knowing that it could be a minute or a day until the man returned. Heaving an even deeper sigh than before, Demyx rolled back over and lay on his chest now.
Running a hand through his spiked hair, he glanced over at the door again. Still nothing. No sign of movement. He was still alone in that dark room.
Growing bored, he began to kick his feet up in the air and back and forth, hoping to pass the time.
That failed, only being slightly fun for thirty seconds. He then moved onto something else. Demyx rose and stood on the bed, stretched, then plopped down on the bed on his rear and made his sitar appear. His back was to the door, hoping for a sweet surprise from behind.
His nimble fingers began stroking the chords and then began to play a song. It was the same song he was playing when his love came over to him first and gave him a rare, pure smile. Thinking of that moment made Demyx blush and his fingers to mess up. A rare, unusual noise was then produced.
Blushing further, Demyx opened his mouth in horror at the noise, it was horrendous. He then turned to face the door. Nobody stood there, the door remained closed. He turned back around and started to play his sitar again.
A half hour passed and Demyx gave up. He placed his sitar on the floor beside the bed and laid his head against the pillow, now dreaming of his love.
Asleep, Demyx didn't notice the door creak open.
Demyx smiled at a recognized smell and opened his eyes slightly. He smiled at the body next to him, an arm around him, a chest now serving as his pillow. He heard the man's faint snore and giggled to himself. Demyx apparently laughed a little to much, as it stirred the man asleep with him.
"Demyx?" the man said groggily.
"Yes, I'm here," he replied. Glad to be with the one he loved, the one that believed they just might have hearts.
Hehehe, you must decide who Demyx was waiting for! Mwahahaa! I know who I think it was. Yes, I do believe I do. :3