"One night is all it takes! One night to save the day! Let's go go go!" You sing.
Your phone dies. "Come on!" You pout.
"Let me use your phone?" You ask reaching for Damian's in the backseat.
Seeing no way to reach it you take off your seatbelt and crawl between the seats.
Damian slams on brakes, "Y/N you're in a moving vehicle!" He reminds.
"I know that how am I supposed to reach the phone?" You ask.
"I don't know, what I do know is It's dangerous to not wear your seatbelt." He replies.
"It's was only for a second. It's not like I'm attempting to open the door and jump out." You reply. Resettling into your seat with his phone. "Unlock it." You say.
Before he can protest you hold it up to his face and it let's you in. He takes the phone, "There's sensitive information." He states.
"Like what nudes? I've seen you naked." You scoff.
"More sensitive than that." He replies continuing to drive.
"What could be that sensitive?" You ask curiously.
"Stuff." He answers.
"What is stuff?" You ask.
"Important stuff." He answers.
"If you're not going to let me use your phone AND not explain why I guess I'll have to you know what." You warn.
"No!" He replies.
You turn on the radio and Christmas music instantly starts blasting.
Damian turns it off, "No. None of that! It's done." He declares.
"How am I supposed to entertain myself then this is a 5 hour drive." You reply.
"We can talk." He says.
"About what?" You ask.
"What do you want to talk about? Archers are very knowledgeable people." He replies.
"How old are you?" You ask.
He almost slams on brakes. The sweat starts to seep through his forehead.
"Why'd you ask that?" He asks with a nervous laugh.
"Because someone told me Archers age slowly. You look maybe 29 or 30." You reply. You squint and stare at him.
"What are you looking for? Wrinkles, crows feet?" He asks.
"You're not answering so I'm guessing." You answer.
He's already said his Wikipedia is wrong. Now you and mostly everyone else is left to wonder.
"How old do you want me to be?" He inquires.
"I don't know, but there's something about a mature man. The way they walk, the way they talk. The experience...." You begin.
The sweat only increases on Damian's forehead.
"You like that?" He asks.
"I love that. But since you won't tell me your age I guess I'll have to go on without fulfilling my fantasies." You answer.
"What are your fantasies?" He asks. Now looking briefly at you. Though attentive of the road, his mind is on far different subjects.
"I want to visit Venice." You begin.
"Uh huh?" He replies.
"And I want to shop and try food." You add.
"And?" He asks.
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Priest's Princess (Damian Priest X Reader)
Fanfiction"You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now i'm tearing through the pages and the ink Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now i'm covered in the colors pull apart at the seams And it's blue." Romance, Fantasy, Dr...
