Game of Love -- Damien Haas X Reader

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Thursday, June 27, 2019

7:41 pm

I don't even know why I invited Damien up to my place. Maybe it was the rush of emotions that I got when Damien told me he liked me, or maybe it was because I knew that he was hungry and I figured that I would make him dinner. All I know is that Damien and I are going up to my apartment and I have absolutely no game plan. We walked in the door and I asked him to take off his shoes. I'm kind of a freak about keeping the place as clean as can be. 

"Do you want something to eat? You mentioned food on the way here so I figured I would invite you up for dinner..." I stammered, pointing to the kitchen. 

"That would be nice. What should we make?" He responded, stepping into the space. 

"Oh you don't have to help, you are the guest after all." I smiled, getting closer to him.

"Well, I want to help. I'm actually a really good cook if I do say so myself." Damien said proudly, taking the final step allowing our bodies to touch as he wrapped his arms around my waist. 

I looked up at him as he looked down at me. We stood there taking in the other's presence for a minute or two. 

"Okay, what do you want?" I finally broke the moment.

"Well, what's do ya got?"

"Look in the pantry and the fridge."

I heard Damien scurry to look through the dry goods and then move to the fridge as I got out a couple of pans. 

"How does chicken alfredo sound?" Damien asked, placing the goods on the countertop. 

"I think that sounds great!" I exclaimed and we got to work making dinner. 

I started to prepare the chicken while Damien turned the hub on and placed a pot of water on it to boil. Since the chicken takes longer to cook than pasta does, I put it in a pan lightly covered in oil and let it cook. When the water was boiling, Damien poured the dry pasta out of the box in the moving water. The chicken started to fill the air with a delicious smell. The timer went off for the pasta and Damien drained it in a colander that was over the sink. Damien then put the pasta back in the pot and poured the sauce over the noodles. When the sauce was heated through, I grabbed two bowls from the cabinet and handed them to Damien. He then scooped some pasta out of the pan and into the bowls. I placed some of the chicken onto the pasta in the bowls and dinner was served. 

"This smells and looks so good! Go us!" Damien exclaimed in pure joy and I just laughed at him. 

We moved to the table and started eating. The first couple of minutes were silent. The only noises were those of chewing and silverware occasionally hitting the bowl. 

"This is really tasty." I broke the silence. 

"It really is." Damien smiled at me. 

The room was silent again. At this point, we both were finished with our dinner and Damien had moved closer to me. 

"How long do you think it will take for you to be sure of your feelings?" Damien asked. 

Wow, today is the day of hard-hitting questions. First, me asking him about Courtney, and now Damien with asking about the timeline of my feelings. 

"I-I-I don't know." I stuttered as I was caught off guard. 

"Well, maybe I could help speed things up..." Damien said cautiously as he moved closer to me. 

I glanced down at his lips momentarily and he did the same to me. Our eyes met one another's again and we closed the gap between our mouths. 

It started slow and soft, our lips working against one another's gently. My hand found its way to the nape of his neck and my fingers started messing with the hair that rested there. Damien had moved to the edge of his chair allowing our bodies to be closer. I did the same as the kiss started to heat up. 

My mind was blank in this moment, I was simply taking in the pleasure that it was giving me. Our lips started to more feverishly as the kiss started to grow deeper. Damien pulled me into his lap, having me straddle him. He put his hands on my hips and I continued to play with his hair. Our mouths moving in sync, the passion in the room could be felt by both of us. 

Why am I doing this? Why is he doing this? Damien is not the kind of guy to do something like this. Or at least that's what I thought and that is what he leads people to believe. Is there a side to Damien that he doesn't show or that he doesn't want people to know about? Why wouldn't he want to show it? Are we going to go further than just kissing?

My mind started racing as I started overthinking once again. As much as I didn't want to do what I did, I had to do it:

"Stop," I said pulling away from his lips and getting off of him. 

"What's wrong?" He asked concerned. 

"I just, I can't do it," I said for what feels like the hundredth time.