Kayla's PoV:I wake up to the sound of running water and the light streaming in from the bathroom. Leaning over to an empty indent next to me on the bed, I breathe in Damien's smell. A smile gently forms on my face, and for the first time in a very long while, I feel completely and utterly safe at the academy.
"Morning, Little One," Damien says as he comes out of the bathroom. Walking around the side of the bed in only a towel, he lays back down where he was. I instantly curl up against him, desperate for any and every part of him. My hands trace up against his chest and along the gentle outlines of his muscles as my fingers start to wander. Without hesitation, Damien gently grabs my wrist and pins it above my head, "Tsk, tsk, Little One. It's only Sunday. You're the one who said we had to wait until Monday evening," he chuckles at me as his eyes gaze from my face down my body, "as tempting as breaking it may be." After quickly kissing the tip of my nose, he lets my wrist go and sits up.
I roll over and groan into the pillow as he chuckles, "Alrighty then, you stay here and groan, I'm gonna start cooking breakfast for us," with that he stands up and walks away, but not before smacking my ass on the way out. After he leaves and I convince myself to actually open my eyes fully again, I sit up to find a small folded pile of clothes on the bedside table, with a note on top.
Little One,
As adorable as it would be to see you all day in that cute pyjama set, I thought you might want something from your closet. Don't worry, I had Seb pick something out for ya, didn't want to know all of my options to see you in... just yet. ;)
Get dressed so we can talk about plans for the day. Meet me in the kitchen.
Forever Yours
D
I smile and bite my lip at the idea of Damien seeing me in all of my clothes, and all of the ones I wouldn't consider clothing. I get dressed rather quickly, images flooding my head as I do so. The feeling of being pressed in between a wall and Damien's chiseled figure, the feeling of his calloused hands running down my body as he takes full advantage of what is his. I squirm as I think about it, moving that much quicker to get dressed and rush to the kitchen.When I walk into the kitchen, I stop to admire the view in front of me. Damien was gently hunched over the stove top while humming a tune clearly stuck in his head. His rolled up flannel showed off the flex of his muscles as he moved and cooked the breakfast. Quietly wanting to enjoy the show, I sit at the island chairs, watching his every move. My mind wanders as I trace my eyes down every inch of his back, dreaming of all of the things that gorgeous man could do to me.
How odd is it that I am so comfortable with him so quickly. I've never felt this way with anyone. I'd say the closest thing would be with Jasper, but this feels different. Maybe it's because of his age and maturity, or maybe it's because of his experience, but the ease of conversation and the safety I feel in his arms makes me feel completely at peace.
Damien spins around and I am greeted with abs for days. The rolled up flannel is completely unbuttoned, exposing every chiseled inch right down to the lining of his boxers. He chuckles as he puts down two plates on the island, coming over to join me.
"Enjoying the view?" He asks as he takes a bite of the food. Closing his eyes momentarily, he moans at the taste of the food, leaving me frozen in my seat, "Okay you have to try this. Not trying to brag, but this is fantastic," as he talks, my mind wanders yet again to all of the naughty things we could do together. "Oi," he says with a mouthful of food, "I made you a delicious breakfast, and all you clearly want to do is dream about the snack in front of you." He winks at me as he takes another bite.
I roll my eyes, laughing, and pick up my fork to eat as well. We joke around more as we eat our food, just genuinely enjoying each other's company, "So, I wanted to ask you, Little One, what you would like to do today. We could have a simple day spent together getting to know each other better and enjoy it being just the two of us. There also is the option of bringing Ash and Seb along and have a double date."
"As much as I love Sebby and Sasha, I do want to get to know you better." I giggle and lean towards him.
"Am I sensing the impression that it isn't about getting to know me, but to speed up a certain timeline set by yourself?" He jokes as he stands up, ever so close to me. Lifting my chin slightly to meet his gaze, he softly kisses my lips. Before I can attempt to deepen the kiss, he backs away, cleaning up the plates and dishes we used this morning.
I groan and drop my head against the counter, dying from the thoughts spinning through my head. "This is torture," he laughs as he moves around the kitchen. Before I notice, Damien is behind me, he gently grabs me by the throat and pulls me against his chest, pressing into his ever growing bulge.
"Now, Little One, let's talk about the phrase torture here. I merely have cooked you a delicious breakfast and am planning on spending the entire day wooing your mind and heart. What you do not seem to recall however is the horrendously dirty dream you were quite enjoying last night. Now, I do love my sleep, but oh, hearing you moan for hours, that is like fuel for my bones. Don't even get me started about when your needy little body of yours attempted to grind on me in your sleep," as he talks, Damien kisses up and down my neck and is tracing his hands up and down my sides. I desperately want to turn around and kiss him, but he has me firmy caught in between himself and the counter.
"Ho-how long, I mean, uh, how long until that uh, until that meeting?" I stutter, desperate for him to rip my clothes off and allow him to do as he pleases with me.
He chuckles into my hair and kisses the top of my head. "39 hours, Little One, I'm keeping track."
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A/n
Heyyyyyy
So I am super sorry for how long it's been since I updated. However, I do plan on being more frequent, especially as I work towards getting back into the swing of regular life.
Love you always
J
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