Damon, when he was 11, watched something that changed his life forever. And after "being in" jail for years he gets offered a job at the BAU. But something was always off about Damon. No one knew what.
Maybe it was his hair
Or his clothes
Or the fa...
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chapter 9 Child Psychology
You know when you can hear your parents yelling at each other and your mind goes to the worse possible ideas of what could happen if maybe it went violent. Damon never had that feeling, he wasn't a normal kid, nor did he have a normal childhood home. He always knew that if he heard yelling, things would go violent.
Funny how that works.
The cold touch of the water in the glass touched Damon's lips as he watched the BAU team and Harper. Harper seemed better than the last time he saw her, she was happy. Like truly happy. Her and Spencer had been talking and dancing. She hadn't touched a single touch of alcohol. "You go Princess" Damon thought as he smiled a little.
Damon and Harper had explained to the team how they used to know each other when they were younger, just they left out some parts. Like the drinking, drugs, rape, sex.
Hotch and Rossi were talking about something and JJ was with her husband who Damon had met at the bar. Emily and Derek were talking and Damon was left to drink his water in pace.
"Hey buddy, do you want something stronger?" The bartender asked Damon. "No thanks" He said as the bartender walked away. Damon hadn't had alcohol in a really long time and now he couldn't so, fun. Damon watched Spencer and Harper. There was this one memory Damon remembered of him and Harper.
It was one night, both of the slightly high and then to close.
"Harper, you know I-" Damon didn't get to finish as the younger girls lips touched his. They were teenagers, who was going to stop them. Damon caught off guard, didn't kiss her back right away. Soon his lips began to blend into hers. "Fuck it" Damon thought as he kissed her harder.
Now don't get me wrong, the only reason you're reading this is because you want to get to the good part with the actual relationship, well too bad.
Damon and Harper slowly stumbled back onto Damon's bed, him on top of her. "Damon-" Harper started, she knew he was into guys, but the way he was kissing her, made her think differently. "Yeah?" He pulled away for a second but kept his mouth close to hers. "Aren't, you into guys-" Harper didn't get to finished. "I don't know" Damon whispered back kissing her again. It was a demanding kiss, intense and controlling.
Harper slowly ran her smooth hands under the young Damon's shirt, feeling the scars on his forearms and the ones from his father. They didn't scar Harper, but they did bother her a little. Damon's shirt slowly slid off along with the T shirt that covered Harper's frame.
Harper slowly took off Damon's pants as he took off her shorts. "You are so beautiful, princess" Damon whispered to the teen. Harper tried to calm her breathing as she felt Damon's lips on her neck. A slight gasp left Harper's lips as she felt the warm pressure of Damon's lips on her neck. Her hands went to the back of his head as she pressed him deeper into her neck.
