Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts II belongs to Square-Enix and Disney.

Note: Why parts you say? Because I'm tired of chapters, that's why. There's not enough NamineDemyx stories out there, so here's a sad little lemon for all you starved fans. If you don't want to read it, you know what to skip over, but I don't rate my stories M for no reason.

.:Lost in the Music:.

Part Three

She held her breath sharply, not believing he had really said it. And the more she thought about it, the more she knew that he was right. They wouldn't ever see each other again, unless they decided to acknowledge that there could be something deeper between them. The thought was almost terrifying to Namine. She had begun caring about him, and she did want to see him again. She didn't really know this boy, he had come close to taking advantage of her, and he lived in the slums, but there was something about him that she found infuriatingly charming. Of course, he was very sweet and had taken care of her, despite being a bit of a ditzy pervert. Well, he couldn't really be blamed, he was a teenage boy after all.

Demyx never gave her a chance to answer him, however. He turned and started walking again, smiling to himself and holding her hand tightly. She didn't know what to say after that, and they walked along in silence.

She led him through the neighborhood, finally stopping along the sidewalk in front of a two story light blue house. The car that was usually parked in the driveway was gone, her mother must have already left for work. She stared across the lawn, trailing Demyx behind her as he hesitated. The front door was locked, and Namine dug in her pocket for the key.

"You live here?" He asked, leaning over her shoulder to watch her unlock the door.

"Yea." Namine replied, shoving the door open and stepping inside. She paused at the foot of the stairs when she realized Demyx wasn't following, and turned to look back as he stood in the doorway.

"Aren't you coming?" She asked. He looked around for a second before stepping in after her and closing the door with a soft click.

He felt severely out of place, almost painfully so, as he glanced around the living room. The carpets were a plush white, with two expensive looking red couches. He checked to make sure his boots weren't dirty as he stepped into the house, and stopped to just take them off instead. Namine smiled from her place halfway up the stairs, and he ran to catch up to her. He followed her nervously down a long hall, and hesitated once again as she pushed open her bedroom door.

This was all very exciting to her, sneaking a strange boy she barely knew into her bedroom while her mother was at work. She wasn't usually allowed to even have boys come over to the house, which put a serious dent in any dating she might ever do.

It looked like something out of a fairy tale, she had a wide window lined with beautiful plants in colorful pots, and another plant like you might see in a lobby sitting on the floor beside a white drawing table. His eyes trailed over to her glossy white dresser, down to her bed with a matching bed frame, and over to the vanity beside her bed that apparently went with the set. Everything was sparkling clean, tucked away out of sight. She threw herself on the carefully made bed and sighed.

"It's nice to be home." She mumbled, sitting up to see Demyx standing unsurely just inside her room.

"Come in, close the door. No one's home, it's just me and my mom." She said, waving him inside. He closed the door carefully and walked over to her, brushing a hand over the beautiful comforter on her bed before sitting down beside her.

"Thanks for helping me, Demyx." She said softly, leaning her head on his shoulder. He nodded and gulped nervously.

"No problem." He replied quietly.

She watched him carefully, half expecting him to try and rape her or something. He was obviously extremely lonely, and she was surprised he had stopped when she asked him to the night before. She supposed if she had known him a bit longer, maybe she wouldn't have stopped him. Maybe she would have been happy to let him take what he seemed to need so badly. Come to think of it, she was seventeen, and not a particularly self-conscious girl anymore. Her virginity wasn't really something she cared about hanging onto, but she wasn't sure how she would feel about herself for giving it to someone she barely knew.

Her cheeks flushed softly and she looked up at him, noticing that he was staring around her room in nothing short of awe. He was so adorable, his sea green eyes darting curiously around her bedroom, his cheeks still red from the coldness outside, that hair spiking up and leaving a few strands in his face. His lips parted slightly as he started to ask her something, and he stopped when he noticed her staring at him.

"I'm…" She started slowly, eyeing him. "Going to take a shower." He didn't seem surprised, and discreetly looked down at himself in case she might have been suggesting he was filthy too. Jumping off the bed, she went to her dresser and pulled out a clean outfit. Tucking it against her chest, Namine walked out into the hall and grabbed a towel from the cupboard, checking to see if she was being followed before stepping into the bathroom.

x:X:x

She wasn't really sure what she expected as she combed out her damp hair, glancing every so often at the doorway. He hadn't tried to sneak a peak, and she had half expected him to make a valiant attempt to join her. Pulling on her clean clothes, she stepped out into the hall again and heard soft notes coming from her bedroom. Smiling to herself, she moved quietly down the hall and eased open her bedroom door.

Demyx was still there, of course, sitting patiently on her bed with his sitar in his lap. He stopped playing when he noticed her, smiling shyly and setting his sitar to the side.

"You're done?" He asked quietly. She nodded slowly and crept into the room.

"Your turn. No offense, but you could really use it." She said, holding back a laugh when he looked a little hurt.

She got a clean towel for him and walked him to the bathroom, nearly shoving him inside and slamming the door. He stared at the closed door in surprise for a moment before turning to look at the painfully white bathroom. The bleached white tile looked like it had been waxed, and a white carpet sat comfortably in front of the bathtub. The walls were an extremely light blue, only seeming to make the room glow instead of give it any difference in color schemes.

Namine, on the other hand, had sat herself down on the bed only to notice Demyx's sitar lying there innocently. She reached out, touching it carefully and sliding her fingertips down the polished edge. He took good care of it, that was obvious. She touched one of the strings momentarily, pulling her hand back like it had bit her when it seemed to resonate under her touch.

Glancing around again to make sure he was no where nearby, she reached out again eagerly to pluck at the string. It vibrated clumsily, but the sound was strong enough to send a shiver down her spine. She grinned like a five year old and did it again, thoroughly enjoying the sensations it sent through her body. It was definitely not any regular old sitar…

She picked it up in her lap like she had seen him do so many times, cradling it against her carefully. Touching the strings cautiously, she played a few rushed notes and shivered as they rolled seductively down her spine. She did it again and again, letting the notes flow through her body and leave her muscles quivering in excitement in their wake. Namine was so enveloped in the impromptu song she was murdering that she didn't noticed the boy himself standing in the doorway until his hair rustled as he shook the water from it.

Jumping in surprise, Namine dropped the sitar on the bed beside her and leapt onto the carpet, only to stumble clumsily and end up across the room blushing madly. Demyx grinned and shook his head.

"You know, you really weren't bad." He said softly. She forced her blush to fade and stalked over to him nervously.

"So, um…" He stared down at her nervously as she inched a bit close. "I guess I should go." He said quietly. Her face fell slightly and she walked back over to her window, leaning on a section free of plants to look outside.

"Yea…" She said quietly.

His arms were wrapping around her waist and she inhaled sharply, feeling him rest his chin on her shoulder. He just stood like that for a while, holding her gently and looking out the window. She didn't complain, something about it was just so comforting she didn't want him to let go.

But he did, and he drifted back over to retrieve his sitar from the bed.

"Well, good luck with that transit phobia. You know where to find me." He said with a smile, forcing back that voice in the back of his mind telling him not to leave. Namine gazed over at him sadly, only snapping out of her thoughts as he reached the doorway.

"Demyx!" She cried out, stepping forward several paces before pausing awkwardly. He turned to look at her expectantly and she fought back the blush.

"I'd… like you see you again." She said quietly. She expected him to hug her, kiss her, laugh knowingly, anything. He winked at her and gave her a small smile and vanished into the hall. She stared at the empty doorway for a moment, wondering if she should run out after him. Deciding against it, she turned back to her window and watched him as he walked across the lawn and down the sidewalk to the bus stop.

x:X:x

Two weeks had passed and she had missed him so badly she had seriously thought about running off to try and find him. He wasn't like any other guy she had ever met, he was funny and playful and relaxed. She had thought about his offer and come to the realization that she was willing to be so daring and accept it. She loved the idea of being his girlfriend, he was mysterious and full of life, and she barely knew him at all. It was a very romantic thought, that there was a possibility that this man she barely knew could be her soul mate. She wanted it to be like in those fairy tale stories, and she could go out and find him and they could be happy together and happily ever after and all that.

But that wouldn't have shown that he really cared to see her again. If he did, he would come to her, and so she waited.

She had been waiting for a week, and was tired of it. It was a Friday afternoon, and class had finally ended. Namine was walking slowly towards home, stepping onto the sidewalk from the school steps. She had made it nearly a block when she realized there was a familiar song floating in the air. Her heart skipped a beat and she rushed forward nervously. Was it possible? Had he really wanted to see her so much that he had come all this way to find her? All her childhood fantasies screamed in jealously as she rounded the corner to a small neighborhood park to see him sitting on a low stone wall, sitar in his lap as he played her favorite song. He was wearing that hoodie again, with the hood pulled up to hide his face. She could see his mouth, those gentle lips curled up into a knowing smile.

There was a crowd around him, as there usually was, listening to the expert skill sending waves of beautiful music into the air. Namine noticed nervously that most of the people watching him were kids from her school, she recognized some of them immediately. She swallowed back her nerves and stepped forward, standing carefully at the edges of the crowd. The song drifted to an end and he stopped, looking up at her though she couldn't see his eyes. He smiled happily and some of the people began to disperse. Others, mostly that knew Namine, stayed to watch curiously as he stood up, holding his hand out to her.

She almost jumped on it, rushing to take it in case he decided to change his mind. But he gripped her hand tightly, pulling her in close for an affectionate hug. She didn't waste any time in leading him back home with her, ignoring the stares and murmurs from her classmates as they left. The walk itself seemed like a blur, she was caught up in a girlish excitement she hadn't ever felt before. She would have walked right past her house if he hadn't stopped her.

She sat him down on the carpet, sitting across from him shyly. Demyx plucked gently at the strings, the notes sending shivers down her spine. He smiled to himself as he watched her enjoy his music, rolling notes out almost teasingly to watch her soak them up. The song was cut short as she reached forward and took the sitar, placing it aside so she could crawl into his lap.

He stared down at her, a light blush coloring his cheeks under the hood. She traced her fingers along his chest, finally brushing them up to his chin to draw a line down his throat. Pushing his hood aside, she got a good look at his face before leaning in and brushing her lips over his playfully.

"Doesn't it bother you that you hardly know anything about me?" Demyx asked softly, his voice barely audible over the rustling of clothing as she pulled his hoodie up over his head. Namine hesitated, her lips hovering over his.

"Should it?" She asked seriously. He opened his mouth to reply, thought better of it, and smiled instead.

He pulled her closer and rested his head against her chest, enjoying the sound of her heart beating gently in his ear. It took him a moment to realize she was shaking. It was so unnoticeable, he almost didn't catch it, but she shifted uncomfortably.

"What's the matter?" He asked, looking back up into her eyes.

She looked concerned, brow furrowing slightly and fingers reaching up to dart nervously through his hair. She didn't respond, but kissed his forehead and watched his reaction. He stared up at her in worry, something was bothering her, and it had to do with him.

Namine pushed herself up from his lap and walked several paces over to look down at something on her drawing table. She brushed her fingers over it momentarily and a small smile appeared on her lips, eyes softening before darting back over to her bedside table. He watched almost nervously as she avoided his eyes and rubbed a hand across her face.

Demyx got up quickly, heart pounding in his ears as she turned to face him with tears in her eyes. She was smiling, an honest smile, she was really happy, but she was crying. He paused carefully, wondering exactly what he should do.

He was about to reach out to her when she brought her hands up, hesitating for several long moments as he stopped halfway to her to stare in confusion. In one smooth motion, her small white dress was thrown aside and she kicked off her shoes, standing there beside the bed in her bra and underwear. His breath almost caught in his throat and he fought the urge to shake his head in case this wasn't real. She was blushing darkly, and he moved over to her shakily, forcing himself not to look.

It was all he could do to reach out and pull her close, looking down into her face without seeing anything else that could stir up urges that he was sure she wouldn't want to know about.

"Namine, what are you doing?" He breathed. She stared up at him and wiped the tears from her eyes with another beaming smile.

"Please, I really… want to do this. You mean a lot to me, and-" He cut her off, he didn't want to hear her announce any deep feelings that might convince him he couldn't live without her. She could do so much better than him, he wouldn't be able to live with himself for dragging her life down. She didn't seem to care that he wouldn't let her finish, her eyes slid closed against the kiss and he swore she purred. She was persistent none the less, and pulled him down with her onto the bed.

Any sex drive he had been trying to hold back broke free of his control at that point, and he cursed himself angrily when he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself. She was enthusiastic enough, however, that he could at least take comfort in the fact that she would probably not regret what was about to happen. He paused for a moment to stare down in near disbelief as what little clothing she had on seemed to vanish into a pile on the floor, and he knew his face was bright red. She was determined, and though her hands were shaking nervously, she wrestled his shirt off and tossed it aside. He got the message, she wasn't wasting any time. Pulling her up off the bed for a moment, he pulled the blankets up and climbed under them with her, taking the opportunity to add his jeans to the pile of discarded clothing.

Time slowed down dramatically, and he stared at her distantly as his actions all seemed to blur together. Her fingers were winding through his hair as he nuzzled her stomach, the soft skin warm against his cheek. He rested his head there for a moment. It seemed like years since he had felt like this, much less been allowed so close to a girl. He bit gently at the skin along her ribs, smiling to himself when she jerked in surprise. She was jumpy, he knew that, it was probably the first time she had even seen a guy naked, and he couldn't help but notice that her legs were tucked protectively to the side. She was scared, and when he drifted a little lower than she was comfortable with she dug her fingernails into his skin in warning. He knew her limits, however, and pulled back up to kiss her neck. He would take things as slow as she needed him to.

It took some coaxing, but he managed to get her relaxed enough to actually part her legs. Moving gently, he stroked a hand along her thigh, kissing her chest carefully and listening as she breathed rather heavily. This was the part he knew better than to draw out, though he was a little surprised when she didn't scream.

Her muscles tensed and she grimaced, nails digging painfully into his back as she nearly slammed her forehead into his shoulder. She whimpered slightly and he felt sick, distracting them both by whispering her name in her ear. Her back stiffened and it seemed like she had temporarily forgotten what must have been rather serious pain. She blushed even darker and he smiled.

x:X:x

She knew better than to let him stay the night. Her mother came into her room every morning, and they would both be dead if she were to find him there. So she simply settled for feeding him dinner to be sure he would have at least one decent meal this week and sending him on his way.

Namine leaned in the doorway as she watched him disappear out of range of the streetlight. He turned once to smile and wave, and then he was gone. Her heart felt heavy, and she clutched a hand to her chest.

He hadn't said if he would come back and see her again, and she had been afraid to ask.

But she hadn't missed the determined look in his eye as he walked out the door, one hand gripping the strap on his sitar and the other brushing her hair affectionately as he passed her.

End of Part Three