AN: I don't know which corner of my dirty little mind this came from, but here it is. Demyx/Zexion.
I should have known he was up to something. Demyx only ever entered the library when he had work to do, and I knew for a fact he'd finished everything the night before. Still, when he went off to browse the bookshelves, after leaving his bag underneath my table, I thought nothing of it. When he returned, clutching something that was clearly to do with music, and sat down opposite me, he smiled, opened the book and started reading.
It stayed that way for about ten minutes, after which Demyx stood up, took my hand and led me away from our table, into the furthest corner of the library, where no-one ever goes.
"Demyx, why…?"
He puts one hand over my mouth. I get the hint and shut up. When he kisses me, I realise why we're here, where nobody will find us. Or, at least, nobody will find us if we're quiet. Despite my worries about doing this in school, I never get tired of kissing Demyx. He flicks the tip of his tongue against my lips and I part them willingly, placing one hand on the back of his neck to hold him close to me. His hands are busily untucking my shirt, then loosening my tie. I have no idea what he plans to do, but I know I can't think clearly while he's doing this to me. I feel his hands, warmer than my own, slide slowly up underneath the back of my shirt, as I wrap my arms around his waist, holding him tight.
His lips start to trail slowly down my neck, and I've lost track of where his hands are, or at least I had, until one starts moving slowly, teasingly slowly, up my thigh. "Demyx…" I whisper his name, some part of my brain realising that we really don't want to be caught in such a compromising position. In response, he moves his fingers higher, brushing lightly against the growing bulge in my trousers. It's where I want his hands, but… I sigh, and he repeats the action, even more softly, if that's possible, and smirks at me.
"Sure you want me to?"
I nod, not trusting my voice at that moment.
"Even though we're in the library and could get caught any minute?"
I find my voice from somewhere. "The longer we stay here, the more likely we are to get caught, so get on with it."
"Ladies and gentlemen, the man makes a very good point."
The next thing I feel is his hand sliding into my boxers. I presume, at some point, he's unfastened my trousers, but I didn't notice. I do notice, and gasp out loud, belatedly remembering that I'm supposed to keep quiet, when he takes me in his mouth. I bite my lip, and clutch his hair, and do my best to stay on my feet. Whenever he's done this before, we've always been on a bed (or a sofa, or an armchair, or once even on the kitchen table when my parents were out). Not once have I been standing up. When my legs start to turn wobbly, he grips my hips firmly, pressing them against the wall. I whisper his name as I climax, wanting to call it out loudly, but knowing I can't. He fastens my trousers back up, then stands. I clutch at his shoulders for support, and kiss him.
"Enjoy that, Zex?" He's looking pleased with himself, and I don't blame him. I nod, suddenly embarrassed, and he hugs me. "Lost for words, hmm?"
We make our way slowly back to the table, where we find a very red-faced Naminé waiting for us. She can't quite meet our eyes, for some reason. Demyx figures it out faster than I do – his brain isn't still lost in a blissful haze.
"You, er… saw us?"
"I didn't intend to…"
"Don't worry about it, Naminé."
The bell rings before any of us can say anything else, and she dashes off, relieved.
