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"You cooked."
"Wrong." Raven stared at the burned mess on the stove and pushed at her hair with shaking fingers. "I attempted to cook. I don't know what this is, but it's not pie."
"You cooked a pie?" Damian raised an eyebrow and stared at the black and gray dress that hugged her torso like a glove before flaring out into a wide, full skirt. He wasn't sure if she was going for a mid-century housewife or not, but he certainly had to admit, the Leave it to Beaver look was kinda sexy.
"I just... I don't know what I did wrong." Raven bent over the stove and dug around inside as if it would answer all her questions.
Scratch that. The Leave it to Beaver look was gorgeous.
He watched the lacy tops of her thigh-highs peak out from under a black, fluffy petticoat. Smirking, Damian leaned back against the opposite counter, content to watch the sight of her gorgeous thighs disappearing under layers of black lace and tulle.
"I followed the recipe to a T." She stood up and tapped the toe of her patent leather pump, chewing on her lip as she looked at the mess of dessert that was still cooling on the stove. "I did everything I was supposed to. I even watched episodes of Julia Child!"
Damian brought his eyes up to her face and offered her a sympathetic smile. "Maybe cooking isn't one of those things you should actually try, Little Bird."
She glared and crossed her arms over chest, still chewing on her lip, the flush getting plump and red. "It was for the dinner party tonight, Damian. Now, what are we going to do? I can't show up empty-handed. I'll look stupid."
He raised an eyebrow. "Since when did looking stupid bother you before?"
Her face flushed, and she patted at her hair before going to smooth out the soft cotton of her skirt. Damian could immediately tell that there was something riding her hard, and he looked into her eyes, watching the embarrassment flash behind them. She was ashamed? But at what?
"Raven... what's bothering you?"
"Nothing."
He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her, stare heavy. "I know you better than that. Tell me, what's wrong?"
"I... I just want your father to trust me, Damian."
He snorted. "Why? Your father didn't like me?"
She gave him a deadpanned stare and continued to tap her toe against the tile. "I'm serious. Your father will be the first... civilian father, I've ever met. I just... I just don't want to mess this up, okay?"
"Little Bird." He walked up to her, curling his fingers under her chin and raising her eyes to meet his own. "I don't care what the fuck my Father thinks about you, and you shouldn't either. I love you as you are, as your beautiful, strong, angry, smart, clever, horrible cook self. I love you, and no amount of makeup, perfume, or Leave it to Beaver dresses are going to change my opinion."
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Damirae one-shots
Fanfictionjust a bunch of one shots of my OTP the first few chapters are cringe because I started this book when I was only 13 years old I am now going through all my one-shots and editing so it becomes more understandable if I can understand what I was writi...
