Heart Of A Fighter

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Lavender sat up with a stretch, causing the duvet to fall to her waist. A pair of hands spontaneously attacked her feet with tickles and she stifled a giggle, looking down at Damien.

Damien stopped but his hands were still on her colorful socks which were technically his. His expression had his usual hard look, but his eyes held amusement. "You wear socks while you're sleeping? You're weird."

She pulled her feet away from him; "It's comfortable. What on earth were you doing here while I was asleep? Again."

Damien sat up straight and shook his head in disappointment. He gave her a look that said he knew exactly what she was thinking.

"So, you're the one who has been kidnapping my socks? You look sexy as fuck right now and listening to you speak is tempting enough but no. I love sex, but I'll never take advantage of a woman unless she wants me to. If you know what I mean."

Lavender glared at Damien's smirk, noticing that she somehow slept in the opposite direction than usual. Damien leaned against the headboard and she was facing him. She yawned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

His eyes dropped to her chest; "You had any sweet dreams about me?"

"I don't remember what I dreamt about. Whatever happened to you?"

"Sometimes. My dreams are crazy."

"Tell me about it."

Lavender got up to brush her teeth, thinking that the world was really coming to an end because they were having a normal conversation.

"Trust me, you don't want to know. They're indescribable but if you really want to know, I can show you way better than I can tell you."

He followed her into the bathroom, placing soft kisses on her temple. Lavender snuggled under his warmth but only allowed it to last for a minute, and then she placed her index finger on his lips to stop him.

She shoved him backward until he was on the bed again, climbing on top of him. She leaned closer until her lips were near his ear. "You're so naughty."

She placed a line of soft kisses on his jawline, went back to where she was previously sitting, and stared at him innocently. His eyes were closed for a moment before he opened them. His eyes weren't so chocolatey as before, but rather dark with lust. His voice was deeper and held a warning as he spoke.

"Don't do things like that, because I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Lavender fluttered her eyes, grinning victoriously, and enjoying how he had a hard time controlling himself. "Neither am I, sweetheart. Your tank is full, isn't it?"

"Extremely," he almost whined, nodding anxiously and pressing himself on her to show her exactly how needy he was. "This abstinence is killing me, Lav."

It must have been his intense desperation, but he never called her that before. She almost felt sorry for him, but she wasn't so she laughed at him, placing a happy kiss on his lips.

Little did she know that he was prepared, because the moment their lips connected, he attacked her lips. He was hungry, ready to swallow her whole.

When he pulled away to catch his breath, she said; "I hope from now on, you're careful of what you ask for."

He pulled her off him, giving her several kisses, never wanting to stop.

"Let's go out today," he said with a smile. Lavender smiled back, his crooked smile contagious. Something about his smile made him attractive...not that he wasn't already.

"For real? Now?" Lavender flew on him with a hug, feeling like it had been forever since she had done anything besides work.

He gave her a warm kiss on the cheek, ruffling her hair. "No for fake. I'll be waiting for you. We'll grab lunch on the way. Anjelica suggested I leave you to get a proper rest this morning which isn't fair because we're never allowed to."

"Are you jealous, hunnay?"

He walked out of the room, ignoring her. The minute Lavender was about to crawl out of bed, Damien cracked the door open and poked his head in. "By the way, don't wear anything fancy."

Lavender threw a pillow at him. "I can't because we didn't get all of my good clothes."

He chuckled, winked, and closed the door.

"Who are you and what have you done to Damien?"

"I heard that," she heard him call out.

Unlike the stereotypical woman, Lavender didn't take centuries to get ready so Damien didn't have to wait too long for her.

She met an irritated Damien spinning on a bar stool as he tried to prevent from flicking his nose. Lavender took a banana from the fruit bowl, slipping to the side when Shavon tried to take it from her.

"Von," Damien warned, but that didn't stop his friend from making a fool out of himself. Lavender laughed at Shavon's failed attempts to get her banana.

Damien grabbed his keys from the marble counter, unable to watch the two any longer.

Jacob came out of his room, just in time to see Lavender and Damien departing. "Bro, where are you going?"

"Out with Lavender. You want me to bring you back anything?"

Shavon nudged Jacob's shoulder before he could answer. "They're going to fuck somewhere else so we don't disturb them."

Lavender face palmed herself. "When will you ever learn?"

Jacob gave Lavender a once over as he answered his brother. "I just wanted to let you know that I won't be home when you get back. My girl's dragging me to her cousin's pool party."

"See, Charming, that'll be you in a blink of an eye," Shavon said in disgust.

Damien laughed; "Jacob's saying that because Avery's cousin is too touchy. Go enjoy yourself and bring back some of the good stuff, little brother."

Damien and Lavender left Shavon and Jacob talking, stopping in front of his motorcycle. There were two cars and a motorcycle. Damien's black car and a silver and blue Shelby GT350.

Lavender ran her hand over the BMW motorcycle. She always had a love for them. The first time she ever rode on one was with Dom. She always found the wind hitting against her helmet calming.

"Why haven't I ever seen you drive that car?" Lavender asked, climbing behind Damien on his motorbike.

"The Shelby belongs to Jacob. He's more into sports cars."

Damien handed Lavender a helmet, putting another over his head. She followed suit, wrapping her arms around his torso. He stiffened under her touch.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to bite, Damien."

Instead of answering, he started the engine. Lavender rested her head on his back with closed eyes as she let the wind take her away.