This Won't Work

His Way

"Sex is a drug, well, let's enjoy this high
No time to make love, yeah
Keep screamin' you want it
Girl, you lookin' lovely"

- Lah Pat

Elana jolted awake at the sudden strike of lightning. It had been so near that her bedroom lit up with light. So near that it was incredibly loud.

She didn't remember seeing there would be thunderstorms when she checked the weather earlier. If she had, she would've prepared herself to get absolutely no sleep.

Thunderstorms were okay, unless lightning struck closer than usual. Then it frightened Elana.

Elana sat up with the sheets still wrapped around her. She looked around the dark room before another lighting struck, making her flinch.

It was stupid and childlike- her fear of thunder. She should've gotten over it by the age of 13. That fear should've never been carried into her adult years, but it had and now she had to suffer.

Exhaustion had taken over her brain, which is why she made the stupid decision to crawl out of bed. Her feet led her out of her room, and to the door she hadn't knocked on in so long.

Her knuckles were gentle against the door- not wanting to disrupt Nova who was most-likely peacefully asleep.

Damien clearly hadn't slept at all as he opened the door. Not because of the thunder, but he simply could never sleep.

"Elana?" It was obvious he wasn't expecting her.

She bit her lip. How embarrassing of her to go knocking on his door. Maybe she should just turn around.

She didn't. "Hi. I- um... can I sleep with you?" Her voice was just above a whisper, too scared to hear herself say those words.

Damien leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms. "Look at you. You act all bold and you're scared of thunder?" An amused smirk formed his lips.

Elana sighed. She had forgotten how annoying he was. "I never said I am."

Damien raised his eyebrows, unconvinced. He cocked his head to the side.

"But, yeah." She looked down at the floor with shame. She shouldn't have asked to sleep here.

Damien overlooked her clear embarrassment and stepped out of the way, silently letting her into his room. She kept her eyes off of him as she walked in.

His room was oddly comfortable. She didn't expect him to be such a clean and organized person. There wasn't one thing out of place. All of his furniture and bedding matched. The hardwood floor was spotless, along with every surface.

Elana sat on his bed, her legs hanging off of the edge. She yawned as Damien went to the other side of his bed.

She only watched him, not knowing what to do. She regretted her decision.

"Oh, come on," Damien groaned. She felt a hand grip her body before she was being pulled onto the bed.

"Damien, I don't know if this is the best idea-"

"Shut up. We're both tired and we both know this helps us sleep." His arms wrapped around her body, forcing her to lay down. Her back was to him and she felt his breath fan the back of her neck.

She couldn't deny that being with him helped her sleep. Something about being in his arms, feeling his body-heat, smelling his scent did help her sleep. But even with that knowledge she couldn't relax. Her heartbeat pounded against her chest. It felt like it would explode.