E + A

dont care didn't ask

im kinda bored of eric and alexis so we're gonna write mlm stuff instead happy pride month also we updated the plot big time so i'll explain it really quick They have powers now OK thank s

I'm exhausted. The only reason I haven't passed out yet is because of him. Damian's right next to me and I have my shirt off. He keeps glancing over at me. It's really cute, thinking that I don't notice. My shirt isn't off for anything else other than my own comfort. I hate shirts. He's told me he's fine with it, but he always looks... embarrassed, when he sees me. I hope he can't read minds. I'd be fucked. Seriously, though.

I had to fuck up my reputation, again, for some peace and quiet. If I smoke any longer, I'll start thinking out loud. Who knows what might come out of my mouth.

Damian's so nice to stare at. That sounds weird, but he's ethereal. One of his eyes is darker than the other. A clear lake blue and a deep ocean blue. He's got a nice and scary shape for how soft he really is. He's really tall, taller than me. I could cover a canvas with oil paints of him modeling for me. He's so sweet and soft. His lips look like it, too. I want a taste. Shit! he noticed me staring.

I smirked and took another hit and looked away. Fuck. I need to be more careful. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him rub his face as if he was embarrassed. His face loosened. Now that I pay attention to it, the silence is making my ears ring. Loud.
"Enjoying the show?" I spoke up, cooing. Damian let a smile come across his face, his dark face turning a soft red.
"...I guess." he spoke.
"I'm just messing with you. Everybody's seen me shirtless," I added, making the conversation uncomfortable. My smirk faded slightly. I took another long hit off of my joint, sighed and leaned my head back against the pillow underneath me. Again, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him fidget with his hands. I get a wave of embarrassment come over me.
"So," I paused, clawing at something to talk about, "How's Regan?"
"He's fine," Damian paused, "I never have to worry about him," I nodded, feeling my skin itch at how awkward this damned conversation feels. The silence rang again and I let it soak in the air for a little too long.
"You know," I started, "I like you. A lot."
"I...like you too." he seemed hesitant, as if he was questioning it.
"No, baby I mean I like you. Like, I love you," I expressed quickly. He stayed quiet for a second and I panicked. "Do you," I uttered, "...not like me back?"
He quickly answered, "What? No, I do. You're just..." he paused guiltily.
"High?" I chuckled out, turning to look at him. He looked away nervously. "I'm still functional, I'm only talking right now because this stick gave me the balls to do it," I giggled and he barely smiled. It quickly struck quiet again and he purposely didn't lay his eyes on me. I felt guilty.
"Look at me," I said deeply. Damian's eyes quickly met mine. We gazed at each other for an intense amount. I shifted closer to his face and watched his eyes soften. With my eyes half-lidded, the tension grew hot.
"Your eyes are really pretty," I spoke. "I like that one," I pointed to his deep blue eye. Damian glanced away out of embarrassment and his face turned a more prominent red. I grinned at him.
"I love it when you get embarrassed because of me," I said, yet again out of god damn nowhere. Ballsy.
"Really?" he hesitated.
"Yeah," I paused, feeling my face flush warm, "I just," I leaned a little closer, "wanna..."
I cupped his face and embraced his soft lips against mine, desperately firm but gently. I closed my eyes and we laid spread out like that for a few more seconds. I pulled away with a low gaze. Damian's face was completely red at this point. I took one last hit and snapped out of it, chuckling with nervousness. I sat there and thought about it.
"I, I'm sorry. I probably should've asked," I said with obvious guilt. I felt my face loosen.
"No. You don't have too," he let out. I looked at him with my eyes a little wide.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
The silence came in once again. I tried hiding my face as much as I could without being awkward. My face felt like it was on fire.
"Does that mean," he interrupted the sound of nothing, "...we're," he paused again and I turned to look at him, "...dating?"
I paused, staring at him with my mouth partially opened. I, very stupidly, responded with,
"Whatever you want, love," I watched him curl his hands into fists and look away extremely flustered. I quickly nodded.
"Yeah, so," I started, "We're a couple now...right?"
"Yeah," he spoke.
"Nice," I let out a small laugh, looking at the joint and hesitantly putting it down. We laid still for a little longer until I felt a small graze against my palm. It was Damian's fingers. I gently took his hand into mine, took it up to my face and planted a firm peck on it, looking at him. He looked away again. I stared at him, fighting everything in me to not smile ear to ear. I bit my lip, leaning my head against his shoulder.