Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 - 𝙷𝚎𝚛

"Look at this, look at this!" Mama smiled and pulled out another photo. I giggled and pulled it into my own grasp. In the photo, Damien appeared to be around the age of five. He was playing in a toy box with another child -around the same age. I opened my mouth the speak, but mama started before me.

"That's his twin sister, Celine." She smiled somberly, "They were best friends for years. And they did everything together."

"What happened to her?" I asked cautiously. Mama released a strong, pained sigh and put away the albums, "She passed away. She was twenty-five years old, fresh out of college."

"I'm sorry." I mumbled softly. Mama stood and tried to smile, "How about we make a meal for Damien, hm?"

"Let me guess, Boeuf Bourguignon?"

"Chicken and dumplings." Mama smiled, "He can't get enough of them, let me show you how to make them." She began pulling a rather large, black pot from underneath the counter, followed by some knives and a cutting board.  Mama began to pull other things out of the fridge and pantry and lined them on the surfaces.

"Damien's wife also couldn't get enough of my dumplings either." She announced suddenly. I felt a pang to my chest, and I slowly began to turn towards her, "Damien's wife? Like married, currently married?"

"Oh, no, no!" She giggled, then her face turned soft and pale, "She passed away suddenly, from the same sickness Celine had."

"I had no idea that he was married." I spoked, astonished, "How long where they together?"

"They had only really been together for a couple months, and then she became ill. Damien confessed his love to her, and proposed. And then she died. It destroyed him." Mama explained gently, "He stayed here for months. I barely saw him, he barely ate. My boy was almost bones before Chase forced him to go to a grief group with him. And I was honestly surprised when he brought you. Damien is not one who just brings him girls."

"We're really good friends." I brushed off, "I've basically been living with him since the shooting. And he's done a lot for me."

"He loves you." She grinned, "But you didn't hear that from me."

The front door had opened, and Lucy was the first one to greet Damien at the door. I smiled to him, almost weakly. He was married. I wasn't sure on how I felt. Was I a rebound? Was he seeking something serious, or something playful? Is he traumatized?

"What?" Damien laughed as he placed Lucy back onto the ground. I wiped the look from my face and widened my smile, "I cooked for you."

"You cooked?" He grinned, "And the house is still in one piece?"

I rolled my eyes. Damien wrapped an arm around my waist and placed a gentle kiss on my lips and forehead. His skin was ice cold, and his cheeks were blistered red. I smiled and grabbed his hand, then leading him into the kitchen.

Mama had already set up the table and had dished out the meal. Damien pulled out the chair for his mom and allowed her to sit down before doing the same for me.

"Damien! Your cheeks are blistered!" Mama growled, "It's too cold out there for you to not be wearing a scarf."

"Mama, I'm okay." Damien charmed before taking a spoonful of dumplings into his mouth. He made a verbal sound of amazement before he placed a kiss onto my cheek, "This is amazing!"

"Now she'll be able to cook that for you whenever you want." Mama winked to me.

The rest of our meal is eaten in silence besides the small conversation between Damien and his mother. Lucy had taken turns brushing herself against Damien and I, then meowing at Mama for extras. None were given.

"Oh! Damien!" Mama called, "You should go see Anya!"

"Anya?" I questioned, looking between the both of them, "Whose Anya? Is that like another pet or?" Damien chuckled and wrapped my jacket around my shoulders, then wrapping my neck with a bright red scarf. He dressed himself -not grabbing a scarf for himself- and grabbed a spare, thick blanket. He gave his mom a small kiss on the cheek before he grabbed her keys, and we stepped out the door.

"I didn't know you had a wife." I said, breaking the silence. I looked at him with a soft look. His posture didn't change.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I continued. He waited a minute, pondering before he shrugged with a small smile, "It's in the past, I guess. I was really trying to move on, ya know? Just dwelling on it..." Damien trailed off.

"What was she like?" I asked. Damien gave me a confused look.

"Well I want to know if we're alike or anything." I shrugged. He didn't answer, and I decided not to press more than I should.

The woods got thicker before the smell of sea salt filled the air, and the trees eventually cleared. The Earth inclined slightly as we pulled up a hill. At a glance, there was a fairly large house, broken down and taken with the world. Boards were rotted and some of the panes lacked windows. It had become taken over with plants and thorns, as if it was trying to protect something inside. The car pulled to a stop, and Damien collected his things before we stepped out.

"We just need to hike down the hillside for a bit." Damien explained, frost rising from his breath. He smiled before grasping my hand and pulling me along.

"Whose house?" I questioned as we began to pass it.

"He was an old friend of mine." Damien began, "He passed away some years ago, so I take care of it for him."

We walked for a while. I watched how the sand eventually turned into rocks, and I had to watch my steps more carefully than before. But Damien was more focused on the stars that laid above us. They danced in his deep brown eyes. It was mesmerizing. A lighthouse had begin to come into view, which was in better shape than the house. The Earth had still taken over and the metal had begin to rust, leaving the paint to peel, but it was still in one piece. The search light still scanned over the land, as bright as ever.

"This is Anya." Damien smiled.

"The lighthouse? The lighthouse has a name?" I laughed slightly.

Damien gestured to the cliff, where two gravestones sat, "They loved her like a child." He then began to dig in his pocket, and pulled out a small silver key.

"We're going in?" I asked, my voice shaking from the cold. He laughed, but didn't reply. Damien then opened the door and gestured for me to go first. The stairs seemed to climb forever and cobwebs smacked our faces every now and then. It caused Damien and I to giggled as he brushed the webs from my face.

When I reached the top, the room was fairly cleaned, with small candles, a picnic basket, and another blanket. I laughed and turned towards Damien, whose face was red.

"What's all this?" I smiled.

"I thought we could use some time away from my mom." Damien shrugged. He grasped my hand again, and pulled me to sit on the blanket, using the other one to wrap around my body. He grinned at me as he pulled out some glasses and a nice bottle of wine, "Plus I thought we could use a little date." He began to fill our glasses. Damien then pulled out some sweet treats with plates and settled them down.

"Are you going to tell me the story about Anya?" I asked before I took a bite of a dipped strawberry. Damien laughed and laid down onto the blanket, crossing his arms behind his head. I followed him.

"She's just an old lighthouse that somebody loved." He was quiet for a moment before he rolled over and placed a hand on my cheek, gently using his thumb to caress me. I smiled and placed a hand on top of his. Damien pulled me into a kiss, then slowly placing his body over mine. His hands traced my sides, causing me to shake in fear or excitement. I wasn't sure.

Damien then stopped, slowly pulling himself away to look at me in the eyes, "Is this okay? Are you okay?"

"Yes." I smiled, "Yes, I'm okay."

"I can stop." He explained, "You'll let me know when to stop."

I nodded and pull him back into a kiss. I felt his hands begin to tremble and I felt the heat rise from his face. A hand rested on my hip, as the other held my thigh, that was pulled up to his side. Damien pulled away and opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing.

It was understood.