Heart Of A Fighter

Turn Ons

"Does it hurt to do that?" Lavender laughed.

Damien was moving his ears without touching them which made Lavender realize how adorably huge his ears were.

"Nope," he shrugged. "Try it."

In her mind, she was mimicking  Damien perfectly but the look he gave her said otherwise.

"Why are you moving your cheeks and your eyebrows like that? Are you in pain?"

Lavender curled her bottom lip. "Haha. I'm trying here!"

"Ehhh-you can stop now," he said, lowering his voice.

He slowly leaned in as if he was going to kiss her, trailing his fingertips from her waist up to her neck. Then he lifted her chin up, hovering his mouth over hers. Perhaps it was the way he held her eyes the entire time or how his breath slowed down until she could barely hear it, but she was turned on.

The skin to skin contact made her shiver.

His other hand, fiddled with her hair until she felt her tight bun loosened. Damien moved his hovering lips from over her mouth and softly kissed her cheek, pulling back.

Lavender sat there dumbfounded with her mouth still left slightly open for what she thought was going to be a kiss.

Still keeping eye contact, Damien waved the elastic band that was on her hair and said, "What? You told me to be smooth."

From keeping her mouth open too long, she was starting to drool and quickly wiped the side of her mouth with her hand.

"Wow," she breathed out, still in shock. "You learn fast."

This time she could've sworn on her mother's grave--and father's grave, if he was dead- that Damien's slight twitch at the corner of his mouth widened almost to a smile.

He leaned forward again and not wanting to get played again, Lavender shifted backward.

"Don't worry. It's okay," he reassured her, his voice calm and his twitch growing as he leaned in closer. When he was close enough, he shook Lavender's hair loose until it fell over her shoulders.

Lavender relaxed, watching Damien use her hair as a mustache until he grew bored of that. They sat in silence except for the hushed sound of their breathing and the peaceful sound of nature.

"Lavender?"

"Hmmph?"

"Nothing, I just like your name. Your parents were creative. Thank God, they didn't name you the usual like Veronica, Stacy, and shit."

He got up, pulling Lavender up with him. "It's not every day you hear a person being called Lavender." He picked her up bridal style.

"Put me down," she said with her teeth clenched. He didn't let her down, instead, he adjusted her until he felt as though he held her comfortably enough.

He shook his head, wiggling his eyebrows. "Say it in that raspy Spanish voice of yours instead. I bet it's a turn on."

"Are you always this-" Lavender started but was cut off by a cry for help.

Wide eyed, she stared at Damien, his confused expression matching hers. He slowly placed her down, holding her close to him. His arms were wrapped around her waist protectively.

Lavender glared at the side of Damien's head. She wasn't used to anyone being protective of her except Liam and even then she preferred protecting her own self.

They silently followed the sound, making sure not to make any noise.

Stay right here, Damien mouthed, letting her go but Lavender was inexorable. He was treating her as if she was some helpless little girl. She didn't like it one bit, so she continued following him.

After several more steps, they came to a halt. There were no buildings but a large tree, standing tall and proud. The cry for help was clearer and closer, so carefully they walked around the tree.

There, they saw a young Caucasian male with his balled up fist mid-air, clearly ready to hit a young dark female who was crying. The girl's clothes were torn on her, her face swollen and bruised. She held her hands out in front of her in a defense position, but even her hands were bruised.

"How would you like if someone else used you as a punching bag?" Damien's cold voice squelched even Lavender. The boy stumbled back but soon recovered.

The girl flinched when Lavender touched her.

"It's okay," she whispered, stroking her head gently. Lavender's heart reached out to the girl for one of her eyes could barely open. "Oh, you poor thing."

The boy scoffed. "This black piece of trash needs to be punished."

Something in Damien snapped and the next thing Lavender saw was the boy trying to wiggle himself out of Damien's grasp. The boy chocked for air, tapping Damien's arm.

Damien looked almost deathly. "Listen retard, you can't punish her for the pigment of her skin. You're the one who needs to be punished, you racist piece of shit."

"Fu-ck. You." The boy managed to choke out, angering Damien further.

"Damien," Lavender called out, but he wasn't listening. The boy was struggling, his face turning blue.

"Damien," Lavender repeated, touching his shoulder this time. He snapped out of the trance, dropping the boy on the ground.

"She's.....sinful," the boy said in between gasp, rubbing his neck. "And...I'll...be...the...one...to....deal with her."

Before Damien got a chance to reach the boy again, Lavender held his hands. She didn't know what to tell him, because it looked like he would ignore anything that came out of her mouth.

So she begged him with her eyes.

Damien glared at her taking a reluctant step back, finally deciding to walk to the trunk of the tree and leaned on it.

Lavender neared the girl and heard some shuffling. It was the boy, standing with a knife in his hand. He lunged for Lavender but she swiftly dodged it. Damien was quick to her side, giving the boy one hell of a blow. The boy's head snapped back, his eyes blinking insanely fast.

Lavender used that as an advantage to kick the knife out of the boy's hand. He was about to get it back, but Damien punched him again. This time it was hard enough to allow the boy to fall to the ground.

"We make a pretty good team," Lavender chuckled. She put her hand up to high five Damien, but he walked straight past her.

The boy got up and stumbled away as fast as he could. He turned around for a split second, yelling, "You're all dead, motherfuckers."

Damien was about to go after him, but Lavender stopped him again.

"He's not worth it. Let's go get the girl to a hospital."