Touch My Heart

by taitofan

Rated PG-13 for het and implied sexual situations

Disclaimer: If you honestly think I could own Kingdom Hearts and still kill off the entire Organization, you have issues.

Author's Note: Here's the next non-sentence oneshot with Naminé. And some more het too. And… I'm such a pervert for liking this couple, I know. I think it's awfully hot though. And what I wrote to celebrate my love for it? Well… I might burn for this, but oh well. Nothing is seen, but everything is implied. I'm not sure how much older he is than her, but it's probably pretty significant, so if that bothers you… Suck it up and try it, huh? Back to some yaoi-filled sentences next time.

Flames do nothing but make me laugh, although I'll listen to any CC you have. Please read, review, and enjoy! Finished 11-29-06

The familiar swish of a long coat was all it took to alert Naminé of her visitor. The only question she had was, "who is it?" Was it Axel coming to keep her company? Larxene demanding that someone listen to her rant about what idiots the guys were? Roxas wishing to escape from whoever was tormenting him this time? Marluxia wanting to ask more questions about her powers? Honestly, she didn't care who it was; she'd take whatever companionship she could get at this point. Crayons were fun, but not very good company.

She never once looked up when someone came into her room, and this time was no exception. Surely, some took it as an act of submission, but in all honesty, she just didn't see the point. If they wanted to talk, they'd talk, and she saw no need to stop drawing before that point. Of course, it was rather strange when five minutes went by with nothing but silence. By this point, her usual four visitors would have said something. The idea of a different Organization member coming up to her room made her nervous and excited, all at the same time. Who could it be? …And most importantly, what did they want?

"Naminé." The voice rang out in the quiet room, and the blonde almost dropped her pencil in shock. Why was he here? Not that she minded, but still… She'd only met him once, and that had been when she'd first arrived at the castle, less than an hour before she was brought to her room. Whatever his purpose was, he'd certainly succeeded at peaking her curiosity.

"Hello Xigbar," she greeted politely, returning to her sketch. "How may I help you?" There was no immediate answer, but the sound of his boots on the floor tiles alerted her to his closing proximity even before she could feel him standing directly behind her. He placed his large gloved hand on her petite shoulders, chuckling when she didn't move.

"You know… Braig was a pretty bad guy." That…surprised her, to say the least. Why was he telling her this? "He liked his lovers to be young and pretty, and he couldn't have cared less if it was legal or not. Guys or girls—didn't matter. Just as long as they were small and cute…" The warning bells were going off in her head, and she knew that she should do something. Scream, try to get away, anything…

"I see." …but she didn't.

"Yeah, but as bad as he was, I figure I'm worse. Know why?" She placed her pencil and sketchbook down on the table, twisting around in her chair until she could see his leering face above her. Still, she did nothing to get away.

"Why is that?" He leaned down, his face not stopping it was inches away from her own, and she could feel his breathe against her soft skin. His visible golden eye held the answer, but she sat patiently and waited for the words. His smirk widened.

"Because he only would've fantasized about you. I'm not scared to take what I want." Then his rough lips were upon her own delicate ones, and even though he was probably old enough to have been her father once upon a time, she didn't protest. She didn't run. She didn't even struggle. She merely opened her mouth and allowed his tongue in. She gave him her first kiss without a second thought. And when he moved his hands from her shoulders only to unzip his coat while telling her to be a good girl and take off her dress, she did so without question.

He wanted her innocence, and she wanted to give it to someone. When you were a Nobody, you took love where you could find it.