Daddy Damon (Gorillaz)

Part 7

"Can I please see you again?" I read off my phone. I slightly smile to myself remembering Damon and I's last encounter. It was now two months since I had last seen him so I didn't see why I couldn't.

"Mine or yours?" I hit send

- Time skip bc that last bit's irrelevant -

It's around 3am now and Damon and I had been up talking and watching movies, he said Justine had gone away for a week with some friends so he had the house to himself.

Damon sighs, "want some coffee?" I yawn sinking into the furry blanket he gave to me to keep warm.

"Sure, I don't see why not. Maybe you could give me a house tour too," I wink at him sarcastically, but it looked like he had taken it in a more suggestive way.

"Sweetheart, my bedroom's a mess." I giggle and flick his shoulder.

"Just get me some coffee." Damon chuckles and nods standing up, he then holds out his hand to me. I take his hand and stand up throwing the blanket onto the sofa. We stroll into his kitchen as he switches on the lights and I go and sit down by his breakfast bar. Damon opens a couple shelves and shuffles through them.

"Well I don't have coffee, but" he takes out a glass bottle, "I do have wine." He turns around with a smile ear to ear, holding a bottle of red liquid. I shrug.

"Why not, we've been working hard all night." I stand up and gently take the bottle from his hands looking at the label while Damon takes out two glasses. He puts the two glasses down and gets out a cork screw from a draw.

"Here." He says taking the wine back. He ravels the screw in before pulling the bottle until it makes a loud popping sound. He pours the liquid out before handing me a glass and clinking it with me.

"House tour?" He asks smirking a little.

"Ok, whatever go on then." I laugh sipping my wine.

Damon leads me out the kitchen showing me all his different rooms in his house, I got a little lost but it was interesting seeing how he lived. 

"And this is an inside swimming pool." Damon pulls the door open and I walk through taking a mouthful of my wine.

"What the fuck." I laugh and put down my wine on a nearby table. I cross my arms over my chest looking at the clear water illuminating my my skin with fake tattoos. I hear Damon put down his glass as well behind me. He walks next to me and stands looking at the water too.

"Can you swim?" He asks nudging my elbow. I look at him laughing.

"Swim? You're mad, I didn't bring anything but these clothes with me." Damon shrugs.

"That's ok." He pulls off his shirt throwing it beside him. I look at him doubtfully as he jumps into the water. I giggle at him as I see his head bop up from the water. He shakes his hair and shivers.

"It warm I swear." He holds out his hand.

I smile a little, "I don't think I believe you." He chuckles.

"Come in, it's fine." He sprays me with a little water. I jump backwards laughing.

"Damon don't!" He smirks at me.

"I'll push you in!" My eyes widen and I run to the opposite side of the pool.

"Don't you dare!" I point my finger at him. He smirks again and swims towards the step ladder. I panic and run towards the door.

"Oh you can't run from me!" He cackles jumping out soaking. I laugh and run out of the pool room and into his kitchen. He quickly runs on my tail, dripping water all over his floors. I see him grab me and I scream loudly. He picks me up throwing me over his shoulder.

"Damon! Please don't!" I cry out uncontrollably laughing while kicking his chest.

"It's too late now, Sweetheart!" He swings open the door for the pool area laughing.

"Nononono!" He pulls me down from his shoulders so he's just holding me in his arms. "Damon, don't!" I slap his wet chest and he just smirks before pulling us both into the water. I yelp loudly feeling freezing cold water cover me head to toe. I swim upwards towards air where I am met with Damon laughing at me. I glare at him.

"Fuck you." I splash water at him wiping the smile off his face. I bite my lip and go to splash him again but he grabs my wrist before I can. "Hey!" I laugh trying to struggle from his grip. "Damon!" He pulls me towards him laughing.

"Sweetheart I'm stronger than you," he winks at me as he grabs my other wrist. I stop struggling from him as he lightly pushes me against the wall of the pool closing the gap in between us.

"Damon, what are you doing?" He smirks at me as his hands move from my wrists to my hands.

"I don't know but you always make me feel this way." His fingertips peel between mine as his face moves closer to mine. "It's hard to keep my hands off of you." I pull my hands away and tickle his chest. "That's why I had to call you over again." His voice turns into a whisper as he studies my lips.

He cups my face with his hands and pulls his lips onto mine passionate kissing me. He pulls himself onto me making my legs drift apart and float round his torso. He deepens our kiss and moves his hands down to underneath my bum pulling me up onto the edge of the pool. He pulls away from my lips and looks at me in the eyes.

"Fuck." He whispers.

"What?" He rubs my legs and looks down.

"I- Just can't keep taking advantage of you like this, I want you to like me." He looks up a little biting his lip.

"What do you mean?" I ask. He lets go of me completely and pulls himself up to sit next to me on the poolside. His hand rests on my lower back as his kisses my forehead.

"Nothing, sweetheart." He stands up and gives me a hand up too. "Do you need a change of clothes?" I giggle.

"No, I think I'll just sleep in these thanks." Damon rolls his eyes sarcastically.

"Ok come on." He chuckles. He latches his hand with mine and leads me out the room, picking up his T-shirt and our wine glasses. He leaves our glasses by the sink and takes me upstairs still holding my hand. I was a little confused why he wanted to hold my hand for so long, but it was comforting.

We get to his bedroom and he lets go of my hand. It was a nice big white room with a very simple layout. I walk and stand next to Damon as he pulls out some clothes from his draws.

"Is a T-Shirt and boxers ok?" I giggle.

"Sure," I take the clothes from his hands smiling. "Where's your bathroom?" I ask.

"Well I have one in here, but if you want to brush your teeth there's a spare brush in the bathroom cabinet down the hall." I smile and nod before scavenging for the bathroom.

When I come back Damon is laying underneath the duvet with his hand behind his head looking at his phone. A single light next to the bed it lighting up the room as I place my wet clothes down on the floor. I shut the door behind me and as I walk over he switches off his phone watching me. I get underneath the duvet snuggling into my own little spot, looking up at Damon. He turns off the light and I feel him turn to face me, his hand touching my shoulder. His hand slowly moves up to touch my face before bringing me into a kiss.

It was a sweet kiss, it wasn't like the other times where he wanted me, but it was slow and light making my stomach dance with butterflies. He moves a little closer to my placing his hand now on my waist gently biting my lip. He smiles a little kissing me once more before pulling away. I snuggle into his chest as he plays with my hair landing on my back.

"Goodnight Damon." I whisper.

"Goodnight beautiful."