A/N:

Time and writers block got the best of me, I'm ashamed to admit. It's been three years since I last posted. Occasionally I get an email, informing me that I got a new follower to this story, or someone reviewed. I've written so many things since then, and tonight I opened my laptop, prepared to resume one. But for some reason I got the urge to revisit this. I'm not too sure where I was originally headed with the plot, but as usual, I'll just begin anew and let the story write itself. I apologize to anyone who gave up on me, and hope you can enjoy what I write from here on. Thank you and please enjoy! It's a little short but it's a start :)

I was going to go insane.

It wasn't that I was stuck down there. It wasn't the routine I gradually got used to everyday. Oh, no.

"David…"

He looked up from whatever paperwork he was working on then at his desk. He always looked stressed so I hadn't gotten the courage to say anything. Yet. "Yes, Kathrine?"

I shifted my position on the couch so I was lying down on my back and sighed. "Is there, by any chance, a way to bring in soundproof walls?"

He blinked. "I'm sorry?"

I threw my arm across my face. "The music," I admitted. "I hear the same songs over and over. It's been two weeks and I can sing all twelve of them word for word." I'd loved the sensual music at first. The fast electronic songs I couldn't help nodding my head to. And to my (slight) dismay, David and I danced like that first time, several times a day. I'd gotten used to him and his nearness; my self-consciousness and inhibitions had all but disappeared. But he still hadn't kissed me. I wondered why, when David was so affectionate in other ways.

I peeked under my arm to see his brow was furrowed. "You don't like it?"

"I did. I just don't understand why there isn't more of a variety."

"I'm not in control of the music; Erin works on that. I'll see what I can do…or, better yet, why don't you find more 'variety?'" He was smiling, but I couldn't tell if that was sarcasm, or if he was serious.

"Well I don't…know much about popular music. Much less what's played here. You know that."

"And that's what the Internet is for, my love. I could bring Erin in sometime and she could bring you up to date. She's a little strange, but you'll get along in no time," he grinned.

I was pretty skeptical. Wouldn't I offend her if I said her mix was repetitive? And so far I hadn't met many people; I wasn't ready to spend too much time in the club, and David was still hesitant to let me out of his sight. Especially when Luke still worked there.

The first few nights, in the apartment above, he'd slept on the floor next to his bed. It was king-sized. I'd felt relieved at the respect and consideration he had toward me. But there was so much room, and he woke up every day tired and cramped. I didn't dislike him being close, and I spoke up after four days.

"David, please just come up here," I begged, bending over to peer down at him below the bed. He only grunted.

"You're beside me all day, and I don't complain. I don't care. I trust you and I know you're miserable down there." Silence.

I huffed. "Fine, then I guess we'll both sleep on the floor."

I slipped off the side and laid down next to him, glaring at his back. He stiffened and slowly turned his head to look at me.

"Get back up there, Katherine."

"Only if you come with," I pouted.

Without warning he got to his feet, scooped me up, and tossed me on the bed. When he moved to sit back on the floor I grabbed his arm and pulled, and the surprise had him on his back. He glared up at me.

"Quit being a stubborn ass. We can do this all night."

David sighed deeply and closed his eyes. "I don't trust myself."

I pushed his arm. "Well I trust you. So I'm going to get under these covers and close my eyes, and if you're not doing the same in ten seconds, you'll be regretting it." I moved away and did just that, waiting with my breath held.

He sighed again but complied; I smiled when I felt the bed shift. But then I felt him pinch my cheek and scowled.

"Between the two of us, you're definitely the more demanding one."

I made a noise in my throat and opened my eyes, preparing to rebuke the statement, but when I saw the look on his face the words halted. He had a small smile and even in the dark I could see his eyes shine. He looked so gentle then, I couldn't believe he'd ever try anything or hurt me.

I was glad of the cover of darkness to hide my burning cheeks. I put a small hand to cover his larger one, still on my face, and closed my eyes again. "Goodnight, David."

"Sweet dreams, love."

In the morning I woke to find him against my back, his arms around me. I couldn't bring myself to care, and fell back asleep.

"So, what do you think?"

David's voice brought me back to the present. He looked excited about the idea, and on second thought I could possibly gain someone new to talk to and be around. "I could do that. But if I mess up anything I'm blaming you."

He laughed. "I'm sure you'll do fine. And it's something to do." I caught the slight emotion in his tone. I'd catch him looking guilty occasionally, and this was one of those moments. I knew I shouldn't feel bad; I mean I was the victim, right? I didn't have a choice in this. But I was slowly forgetting, slowly enjoying his company. Just a simple smile and I knew I was in trouble.

I wasn't prepared for it. I never got any experience with men. And these unknown feelings scared me.

David stood up from his desk and came to kneel next to me. I looked up at him, and before I could ask, he bent to press his lips gently against mine. In a blink he pulled away and got to his feet, returning to his work.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, so quiet I barely heard it. For what? For kissing me or for bringing me down here? The sharp pain in my chest surprised me.

Oh, I was in trouble, alright.