**Author's Note: Hello guys! Just wanted to let you know, this story will be premised in the time between "Demon Days" and "Plastic Beach" since, to be honest, I have no clue what's going on with The Gorillaz these days. Thanks for reading! Also...there is two sex scenes so be warned in this chapter...if you don't like sex, don't read! :P**

The coffee shop was rather busy, much to the blue haired singer's distaste. He had come to relax, yet, as he let his blank, soulless eyes wander about the store he found it all to be very unsettling.

At the counter there was a young, bubbly blonde chirping away as was probably required of her by her superiors. She was pressing away at the buttons on the register, her long pony tail whipping around incessantly as she struggled to keep up with her fat, sloppy customer's order. The customer, of course, was barking at her as she ignored her obnoxious, troll-like children. The barista was rubbing her hands on her green apron occasionally, which he had assumed was some sort of tick she had to help her cope with the difficult task of working with the public. She was charming, to say the least.

Behind this, a line of seven or eight customers was waiting eagerly for their coffee. If there was anything that made people frustrated, not having their morning coffee fast enough had to be number one on the list. The loud ambience of chatter filled up the room, causing the singer's rather constant headache to flare up. He pressed his long fingers to his temple and closed his eyes, struggling to shut out all of the chaos; this was not the environment he had hoped for.

He let out a sigh before getting out of the small, uncomfortable green chair he had been lounging in throughout most of the morning and heading outside. He wasn't going to leave, he just figured he'd sit on the patio and have a cigarette until the rush passed; they generally only lasted about ten minutes or so anyway.

He sat down, letting out a small groan. His back had been sore lately, and it probably wasn't helping all of these morning's he'd been sitting in that horrible chair. He couldn't seem to stop coming though. There was something about that little blonde barista he just found fascinating. Of course, he hadn't mustered up the courage to say anything to her. It was rather silly, honestly. Here he was, 2D, one of the most famous singers in the entire world, and he couldn't even gather up enough courage to ask a coffee shop worker out on a date. Of course, he'd been feeling rather washed up since the band had all gone their separate ways.

It was strange. Ever since they'd lost Noodle, everyone just sort of wanted nothing to do with one another. The most hurtful, of course, had been Murdoc. He'd always had a very close bond with him…at times even romantic. It had taken the bassist a while to come around, but over the years they'd fucked around with each other on and off. It was never anything official, but they'd definitely had feelings for one another; it had given D the confidence he'd longed for since he was a teenager. He remembered fondly the moment they'd first made love…it was a strange, and sudden moment; one of his most treasured.

…

D sat nervously on the edge of the Satanist's bed. He had invited him into his Winnebago, which was absolutely beyond his scope of comprehension. Nonetheless, he was in his company, watching eagerly as his friend dug around through his things in search of some vodka.

"Ah-ha! Here it is…sorry it's the cheap stuff…" he announced as he pulled a huge, plastic bottle of Popov out from underneath a pile of clothes. D couldn't help but smile.

"'S okay, Muds. It'll be good."

"Ye, ye…" he mumbled under his breath as he opened it up and poured a shot for each of them, "'ere," he said as he handed D his.

"Ta," he responded as he held onto it. He watched quietly as Murdoc tilted his head back and took the shot. He didn't make a face or anything once he was done…simply stared off into the distance. He was in a weird mood.

"You okay, Muds?" D finally asked, still cradling his shot.

"Drink," he responded, turning his head to see the shot still untouched.

"Oh…sorry, okay," he said as he quickly downed his, struggling to swallow it. It definitely was some cheap vodka, and it caused him to make a face.

"Eh…yea…it's shitty I know."

"No, no…it's okay."

Murdoc shook his head before sighing loudly and allowing himself to fall on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge. D wanted to ask again what it was that was troubling his friend, but before he could Murdoc grabbed onto his sleeve and pulled the singer down so that they were laying side by side.

"Listen…I dunno how ya feel…but, I've been drinkin' an' I'm jus' gonna come out with it because at this point, I don't give a fuck."

D's eyes were wide as he stared, waiting to hear what it was that had been vexing the bassist so much.

"I wanna fuck you," he stated, rather bluntly. His eyes were foggy; it was quite clear he was out of his mind.

"W…wot?" D stammered, completely caught off guard. Sure, the two of them had been getting along unusually well for the last few months. In fact, he hadn't even been very afraid of him anymore because he hadn't received a beating in quite some time.

"Are ye into it?" Murdoc urged, rolling over onto his side. He had the strangest look on his face. His words were absolutely insane, but the look on his face was calm, peaceful…almost loving.

"Well…er…okay…" D replied, stupidly. He was still a little shocked, although he definitely was, um, "into it". He had been attracted to Murdoc since the day they'd met; he'd just never dreamed in a million years that Murdoc would want anything physical with him.

"Alright then," the bassist answered, quickly putting his hand on the back of the singer's neck and pulling his lips to his.

His mouth was warm and his tongue slid persuasively into the singer's mouth, causing him to breathe in harshly. His heart was racing and he could hardly control himself as he began to respond with hard, needy kisses. Murdoc also kissed him with just as much passion and the singer could feel his friend's heart racing just as fast as his was. It was a very exciting, passionate experience as the two of them pushed their tongues forcefully into one another's mouths, ripping each other's clothes off as quickly as they could possibly get them off.

They needed each other and it wasn't long before they were tangled together, writhing around passionately with one another. It was the first of many, many of times.

…

"Excuse me," a familiar voice interrupted the singer's thoughts.

He blinked a few times in confusion before he realized that barista he'd been watching so quietly for the past month was standing before him with two cups of coffee in her hand, smiling warmly at him.

"Hello," he answered, sitting up in his chair. He was nervous.

"I couldn't help but notice you. I mean, well, not in a weird way…what I'm saying is, uh, you've been here a lot and I just wanted to say hello. You know, just being friendly if you'd like?" she stammered. Clearly she was nervous, too, which the singer found very adorable. He smiled softly at her as she handed him one of the cups.

"Thank you, Love," he said before taking a sip.

"You're very welcome," she answered, her smile turning into a beaming one. He chuckled.

"Do you do this wif all you're customers?" he asked playfully.

"Hah…well, no. Definitely not," she answered. He noticed a hint of redness to her cheeks; he was making her blush.

"So I'm special then," he joked.

She smiled at him before taking a sip of her coffee. She looked at the ground briefly before laughing nervously and looking at him curiously, "I, uh…no. I never do this actually," she looked up at the sky and stretched her arms out before sighing, "I just got off work. Um…again…I never do this. I just…there's something about you…" she began.

"D'ya need a ride home?" D interrupted, trying to make it easier on her. He knew where she was going with it.

"Well…I have my car…did you drive here?" she asked.

"No," he laughed, realizing he couldn't have driven her home anyway since he had walked there. He wasn't staying very far from the shop.

She laughed in response, "well it would seem you need a ride home then."

He chuckled again, "so it would seem."

"Well then…let me take you home," she responded.

"Okay," he answered, somewhat dazed.

He found it strange to be pondering upon the first awkward, long fuck he'd had with Murdoc only to be interrupted by his latest fancy…offering to take him home, nonetheless. What a shame to be missing someone and desiring another. It was confusing at best.

He got out of his chair and casually followed his new friend. She had a grey Pontiac Vibe, which he noticed very quickly was filthy as all hell. She clearly had a very hectic life style.

"Sorry about the mess," she said as though she could read his mind.

"'S okay. I'm sure yer very busy," the singer responded, a very genuine tone to his voice as he let himself into the car.

He sat in the passenger's seat, kicking aside some old fast food bags and a magazine with Lady GaGa on the cover.

"Oh gosh," she stammered as she quickly leaned over the singer and started collecting the trash off of the floor. He felt his blood start to rush as he watched her head bobbing up and down whilst she tried to clean, very near his groin. He was certain she was oblivious to the position she was in, so he tried very hard not to let himself become erect; it was of course futile.

"Sorry, sorry," she continued as she abruptly lifted her head and tossed the trash she'd collected into her back seat. The singer smiled gently at her before looking behind him to find a mound of trash in her back seat.

"It's really okay…perhaps one of these days I'll help ya clean that mess up, eh?" he chuckled.

She smiled at him, her cheeks becoming flushed once more. He was practically charming her out of her pants already! He focused ahead as she started the car and backed out of her space.

"Ye live far from here?" D asked, not wanting to sit in awkward silence.

"No…I live very close. You?"

"Close. I walked here so…yeah. Close."

She giggled, "Right…you needed a ride, duh!"

He smiled once more and looked down at his lap. He really did miss Murdoc terribly.

"Well…um…do you want some company?" she asked, her voice wavering a bit.

D turned his head and looked at her, "ya mean ya want ta come inta my place?" he asked.

"Um…yeah. Like…we could, uh, hang out or whatever," she stammered. She was obviously very unsure of herself and the situation she'd found herself in.

"Make a left here," the singer instructed as she exited the parking lot, "I live off of Oakwood…ya know where that is?"

She nodded.

"Okay…so make a right when we get ta Oakwood and it's the apartments on the right… 'Willow Springs Apartments'. Oh, and uh…you're more than welcome ta…er…hang out if ya want," he continued, shooting her a flirtatious glance as he finished.

She continued to blush as she pulled out onto the main road and headed towards the singer's place.

"So, wot's yer name, Love? Before we go ahead and do this," D asked.

The barista smiled, her blue eyes shining brilliantly as she looked at him for a brief moment, "Lily. And you're 2D…I know."

D grinned, "I figured. I was gonna introduce myself jus' in case though!" he explained, not wanting to sound too bold.

"It's okay," she excused as she pulled her car into the apartment complex, "that really was close!"

"Ye toldja so," D responded as she parked her car and the two of them got out.

Lily followed the singer timidly, looking around as though the whole world knew what they were about to do. She really never did such things.

There were Willow Trees surrounding the apartments, which she'd guessed was why the apartments had their name. It was quite nice, actually. The shade the trees provided gave a very nice ambience to the place. You could hear them rustling as the light breeze tickled their leaves. It was exciting and yet relaxing all at once.

"Okay, 'ere we go," D announced as he approached an apartment on the bottom floor. They were right beside a large, gated pool. The singer pushed the door open with his shoulder, since it apparently stuck, and stepped aside for his new companion to come in.

"Thank you," she said as she gracefully entered the apartment. It was dark since the blinds to the porch were shut. There was a small kitchen to the right, the living room and porch to the left, and a small hallway that she assumed led to the bedroom and bathroom ahead of her.

"Ya like it?" D asked as he shut the door and walked into the kitchen, taking his light summer jacket off and setting it on the counter.

"Yes, it's really cute," she answered as she walked over to the couch and took a seat. It was soft and comfortable. She sat for a moment and watched as her host pulled out a bottle of red wine and began to pour a healthy amount into two glasses.

"Ooh, wine!" she said in a tantalizing voice as she pulled her pony tail holder out of her hair and slid it onto her wrist, shaking her head around to let her long, golden blonde hair down. She was beautiful.

"Yea…cheap, but good," D chuckled as he brought the two wine glasses over to the couch. He sat down and handed her a glass.

"Thank you," she said graciously before putting her elbow on the back of the couch and propping her head up on her hand.

"So…how shall we do this then?" she asked, getting straight to the point.

D noticed how radiant she looked, even in the darkness of his apartment. She had on black slacks and a black business shirt, which was unbuttoned just enough for him to see the very top of her cleavage. Her breasts weren't overly large, nor were they small; just the right size.

"Well," he whispered as he leaned in grabbing her glass and setting them both on the table beside them, a little hesitant. He still wasn't sure if this was going to happen or not.

She smiled at him reassuringly, which gave him the go ahead. He gently put his pointer finger to her chest and trailed it down as far as the buttons would allow him to go. He could feel the pace of her breathing pick up, causing him to pause. He wanted to tease her for a moment.

He lifted his head up a bit and leaned in for a gentle kiss. At first, they simply parted their lips and kissed hesitantly. It was new and awkward and exciting. There were a lot of emotions rushing between the two of them as Lily timidly began to put her tongue into his mouth. They both breathed in sharply as she slid her tongue gently against his. He shut his lips on her tongue for just a brief moment before letting out a single moan and pushing his hand up to the back of her head, bringing her in for a passionate kiss. They breathed heavily in and out of each other's mouths as they kissed each other desperately.

"Oh," D let out another gasp as he suddenly pushed his hands onto her full breasts, causing her to toss her head back and moan herself. That was all he could stand; he ravenously unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it off of her shoulders as he laid her down on the couch. She allowed him to position himself on top of her and unclasp her bra, exposing her perfectly round, perky breasts. He quickly thrust himself down and began to suck on them. She was tingling all over with excitement as she writhed around beneath him, moaning softly every now and again.

"You're perfect," he whispered as he lifted himself up and began unbuttoning his pants. She curled her legs up and took her pants and her pink thong off as well. She moaned once more as the singer quickly pushed his face between her legs, his tongue wildly making it's way across her most intimate parts. She put her hand on top of his head as he passionately pleasured her before she started to pull his head back up.

He panted as he kissed her harshly, thrusting himself inside of her. She let out a cry as he began to find his pace. He was dizzy with desire and could barely hold himself back as she moaned and screamed. She was begging him to fuck her harder and he did, starting to moan himself. It was intense as she clawed at his back, bit his neck and begged for more.

"I'm gonna go, c'n I go?" he started to beg as he felt himself about to explode.

"Yes, yes…!" she screamed as he sped up, pushing himself as far inside of her as he could before they both let out a final cry, climaxing together.

"Oh fuck," he gasped as he allowed himself to fall gently upon her. They were both sweaty and panting as she put her arms around him, allowing him to rest his head in the nape of her neck. They fell asleep this way, exhausted.