I am sooo sorry this chapter has taken me so long and is so short! I have an explanation! Honest, I do! But I'll let you guys read for now. As always enjoy!

Zexion and Demyx had just finished eating their small breakfast of eggs and were lying on the couch (Zexion suspected that it was now one of Demyx's favorite spots) watching Saturday morning cartoons. Zexion had slipped on a hoodie and running shorts before hand, refusing to get any where near Demyx clad only in his boxers. Zexion sighed contently with Demyx's long arms wrapped around him. He should have guessed Demyx was a cuddler.

"Something wrong?" Demyx asked, looking up at his boyfriend, his eyes going a bit large, probably wondering if he had done something wrong.

"No. I'm quite comfortable. Why are you always doing that?" Zexion asked, turning a little so he could better see the musician.

"Mmm? Doing what?" Demyx asked, brushing a stray hair out of Zexion's face. "You're hair's so soft…" He murmured, a small smile on his face.

Zexion rolled his eyes. "Looking as though you've done something wrong. You've been doing it ever since we k-kissed." The word felt odd in his mouth, like something he couldn't decide weather or not he liked the flavor to.

"You're the one that's new at this, not me. I just… Don't want you to feel…" Demyx trailed off, trying to find the right word. "Pressure, I guess. I don't want to screw things up cause I'm moving to fast or something. I dunno." He shrugged. "I'm almost as new to this as you are. Axel was my only other real relationship, and he always took the lead."

"You don't have to worry about rushing things. I'll let you know if you're going to far." Zexion said, snuggling into Demyx's chest. "Just be yourself and go with it. I'm not going to hate you if you screw up once or twice." He looked up at his silly musician, a grin on his face. "I like you far to much too."

Zexion felt Demyx's chest rise and fall as he sighed with relief. "Well that's good to know."

They returned to watching cartoons. Oddly enough, it was Zexion who broke the silence between them this time. "Why are we watching cartoons again? I thought you would have outgrown Saturday morning cartoons."

"I don't have a TV in my dorm so I don't get to watch them anymore. I'd watch them at the gym, but I never go in the mornings." Demyx said. "Besides, you're never to old for Saturday morning cartoons. I miss getting up really early in the mornings to watch Pokemon and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."

"I actually have quite a few seasons of the original Pokemon show, if you're interested. I've never really sat down and watched them but- wait! You work out?" Zexion sat up and stared at the mulleted blonde in disbelief.

Demyx laughed. "Yeah. I'm not exactly the most menacing guy around, so it's nice to know I could hold my own, if it ever came down to it. I also do caporia and jiu-jitsu. But honestly I'd rather just run, or avoid the fight altogether. "

Zexion shook his head with a small chuckle. "You're an odd one." He commented.

"I know. But you love me anyways." Demyx smiled and pulled Zexion back down, then planted a tender kiss on the top of his head.

So, my explanation. Basically, I have hit a giant writer's block and have no idea where to go from here. I've rewritten this chapter quite a few times, but it never comes out right. This is the only version I even relatively liked so I thought I'd at least give this to you guys. Anyway, I need help. Please leave some suggestions when you guys review, I could really use them! Once again I apologize sooo much. Those of you that have stuck through with me on this deserve a medal...