Damianya One-Shots

You Feel Like A Dream (G)

Damian smirked as he looked up at the girl peering over him, her green eyes looking as if there were constellations floating about in the emerald color, an entire universe seemingly living in her wonderfully beautiful eyes.

"You're beautiful," He said, and it was true. He usually was more nonchalant about his feelings, aiming for a more lazy outlook on relationships, as if he didn't care one way or another. But seeing Anya with her gorgeous silky pink hair, her perfect porcelain skin, her beautiful soft cheekbones, her cute roundish jaw, her adorable little button nose, and... Those eyes... Well, he couldn't stop himself. He had to tell her the truth, even if she didn't ask for it. It was like how one needs their heart to beat. It just does, no questions asked, because it needs to. He needs to tell her how beautiful she is.

He needs to.

Anya let out a breathy laugh. She tucked her arms behind her torso and leaned forward even farther, tilting her head a bit as she looked at him through her breathtaking dark pink lashes. "You're adorable," She replied, as if it were a known fact.

Damian sighed into a grin, bringing his hand up to his hair so he could comb his fingers through his dark locks. "Maybe, but not when I'm next to you." He proudly said. He wasn't ashamed. "You make everyone look bad when they're too close to you. Ryan Reynolds would look like a peanut if you two were in the same room—and that's saying a lot. I mean like, it's Ryan Reynolds."

Anya snorted, taking a seat in the lilac filled field they had found themselves in. "Is this your weird way of coming out to me?" She asked, making the green haired boy snicker. "Oh yeah, thought it was about time. Can't lead you on for too long, y'know?"

Anya rolled her eyes, but her face was still pink. Not overly pink, but just that sort of glow people got when they were happy. That peachy colored glimmer their cheeks acquired when life surprised them with little joys—like a rainy day where they have nothing to do, so they just read. Or like a bright sunny summer day with the perfect amount of wind, so they kept cool but the sun still blessed them with a pleasant warmth.

Anya leaned forward, tossing one of her curls behind her shoulder. "You're so pretty, Damian Desmond." She said, her grin expanding as his cheeks went red from the compliment.

"Well, you're beautiful, Anya Forger." He replied, making Anya huff. "You've already said that," She said, a little smirk appearing on her glossy lips as she asked, "Does that mean I win?"

Now usually, Damian would say no—he loved winning, after all. Even if it was something as simple as this. But when he looked at her—when he looked at her eyes. Her shimmering emerald eyes, larger than any gem he's ever seen, and more rare than a middlemist camellia... Well, he couldn't say no to those eyes. They were too precious. Too sacred.

"Yes," Damian accepted, defeated. "Yes, I suppose it does."

Anya grinned, her smile beaming with joy. "Yes!" She exclaimed, jumping forward to kiss him, which he excepted, trying not to smile so he could actually kiss her. Their lips interlocked, and Damian felt something light up inside of his chest. It was warm, and bubbly, and exciting. He felt like this every time he kissed his girlfriend. He loved this feeling, he's never kissed Anya before, but it was better than anything he'd ever dreamt of.

...Wait, he's never kissed her? No, that wasn't right. He had just kissed her yesterday, didn't he?

Anya let go of his lips, her eyebrows furrowing a bit. "Is something wrong, Damian?" She asked in that tone of voice that made his knees go weak.

"No," Damian said, laughing softly. "No, no I'm alright."

Anya let out a little breath through her nose, a little upward curve at the end of her lips. "It's only been a day since we've kissed, silly. You don't need to act so obsessed."