A/N: And here's the promised Lux FanFiction, or at least the start of it. I've read all 5 books of the original series, Oblivion, and Shadows. Loved them all. I love the first person POV-especially switching between Katy and Daemon, mature characters, and overall story. And Daemon and Katy are actually a strong, mature couple. They talk through things, see the flaws in each other and accept them, and don't lie or keep things from each other. Finally! The one thing I didn't care for in Lux was the language. Beyond that, though, it was definitely one of my favorite reads. So I, of course, had to write a FanFic for it 3. Oh, and you should listen to the song Superheroes by The Script. It totally fits Daemon and Katy!
{Katy}
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Daemon watches me, concern churning in his emerald eyes.
"Positive," I say with a smile, resting my hand over my stomach. Daemon follows the movement and a proud smile lands on his face.
"I can't believe," he says, wrapping his arms around me, holding me to him. His stubble tickles my neck as his breath warms my ear. "That we're going to be parents." I smile widely at him, still in awe myself. But this was why we were doing this: moving. We, like Dawson and Beth, had decided to find some land so that we could raise our child in peace. And so, you know, the world didn't find out Origins existed when they see a 2-year-old moving trees or something. I can't fight the grin stretching across my face again. A knock sounds on our door, signaling the arrival of the rest of the Black family, coming to help us move. Who needs a moving crew when you can move stuff telepathically? Daemon sighs and steps back from me, going to answer the door. Before he can open it, though, Dee rushes through. Daemon frowns.
"What's the point in knocking when you just rush through anyways?"
Dee grins, jumping on her toes. "Just to be polite." Daemon grumbles some more, but he's smiling. Archer carefully steps through the door next, glancing at Daemon.
Is he going to injure me? He asks me when he sees his jaw clench.
Nah. He just likes for people to have a healthy dose of respect for him.
I hear Archer's chuckle in my head. Dawson steps through the door, wrapping Daemon in a hug. Beth carries Ashley against her hip, wrapping me in a side hug.
"Are you nervous for the baby?"
I shrug. "A little. I know I'd be a lot more so if Daemon weren't around. He's a huge help and, well, I know he's going to take as good care of our child as he does of me."
Beth smiles, then looks at Dawson, love in her eyes. "I know exactly what you mean."
{Daemon}
"I never thought I'd see this," Dawson says with a smile. "My brother, who hated humans, is now married to one-er part human-and is going to be a father!"
I smile, warmth spreading through me as I hear that word again- "married." It's been 3 years since Kat and I were "officially" married, 4 ½ since we were wed in Vegas.
Dawson claps me on the shoulder. "And now you're moving into the country, like me. You know what they say," he says with a grin. "Imitation is the highest form of flattery."
"You wish," I say as I elbow him.
After Kat had done her final check of the house, making sure she hadn't left any books, she comes to stand by me in our now empty room.
"We're actually doing this," she says, sounding like she's a little dazed.
"Yeah, but I'm going to make this moving experience the best one you've ever had. Besides," I add with a sly grin. "I've helped you move before."
Her brows furrow, and I let out a low chuckle.
"The day you arrived in Virginia, you were carrying all of those boxes into your house. I didn't want you hurting yourself, so I may have lent a hand."
"So that's why they suddenly seemed so light," she laughs. "And here I thought I had just experienced some rapid muscle gain," she laughs again. "Wait," she says after a moment, casting another look at me. "Were you stalking me, even then?"
"It wasn't stalking it was just-"
"Keeping an eye on me, I know," she says with a roll of her eyes.
"It's rude to interrupt, Kitten," I chide. She turns her dancing gray eyes to mine and I instantly decide she's forgiven. "But, yes, when I returned from patrolling, I noticed a car had pulled into the house next to us, which had been deemed to remain empty. So I waited to see what kind of people the DOD had allowed to live by us. And must I say, I wasn't disappointed," I say with a wink. I chase the blush spreading across her face with my fingers, savoring her soft skin. "I really, really wish we didn't have company outside our door right now, otherwise I would totally be kissing you right now," I say, my voice rough. "We could just send them home. They've helped enough."
Kat rolls her eyes again. "Yeah, they got our stuff outside the door and into our cars, but we have to unload it at our new house."
"I can do that," I lower my forehead to hers, loving the way her breath catches. "And I'd make it look better, too."
Kat lets out a breathy giggle. "Don't I know it." I press a kiss to her lips despite myself, sighing against her mouth when her fingers tickle my hair at the nape of my neck. Why oh why did we invite my family to help me move? Dee bursts through the door again.
"Ew, gross guys. Get a room."
"This is our room," I growl. "And you still haven't seem to grasped the concept of knocking."
"I did knock; you just didn't hear. Too busy kissing each other silly." Kat blushes a deeper shade of red and bites her lip, drawing my attention back to her rosy, soft-
"You guys ready?" Archer peeks into the room, then frowns. He must've been peeking into my head, too.
"Sure," I grumble. Then I whisper into Kat's ear, "The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I have you to myself." She shivers and I bite back a groan; this is going to be such a long day.
{Katy}
The moment I step out of the car, I suck in a breath of the fresh, country air. I let out a sigh as Daemon wraps an arm around me.
"It's perfect," I say as I look over the property that was now our own. General Eaton had stayed true to his word and the government had stayed away from our family.
"You know what I've always wanted?" Daemon murmurs into my ear, sending pleasant shivers down my back.
"What?"
He smiles shyly, which makes me even more curious as to what he's about to say; Daemon's hardly ever shy.
"You're going to laugh."
"I'm not."
I can tell he still doesn't believe me, but he finally says, "a farm."
I bite my lip to keep from laughing. His eyes narrow as he sees my expression.
"I told you you would laugh."
"Hey," I raise my hands in surrender. "I'm not laughing. And if I were to, it would be because I never could've seen you as a farmer when I first saw you. And now, in some strange way, I can see it. I mean, you love the outdoors, don't like people-"
Daemon moves to interject at that last statement, but I continue.
"And love being shirtless." A slow grin stretches across his face,
"You know me too, well, Kitten. And one of the first animals I'm going to get on our farm is a cat," he muses. I roll my eyes, but I'm smiling. The rest of our group had invited themselves into our house, so they had- thankfully- not been watching us. Knowing Dee, though, she was probably watching from our window. The steps creak on our porch, which immediately remind me of home- my first home in Virginia. The bitter-sweet memories wash over me, filled with my mom. My throat starts to ache; she would've loved this.
"I know," Daemon says as he pulls me in a hug. I welcome his familiar scent as I clutch his shirt, bringing my face to his neck. I take deep breaths, fighting back the sudden tears. Hormones, I tell myself. It's the hormones. Once I feel like I'm not about to burst into tears, Daemon and I walk inside our new house, hand in hand.
"What were you doing outside for so long?" Dee asks innocently. I laugh a little despite myself and Daemon's eyes brighten as he hears the sound. He leads me to our couch and pulls me down beside him. His hand moves up to my shoulder, massaging my neck. I lean my head back and sigh in relief; the muscles had been so tight lately. And Daemon gave out-of-this-world massages, which made since because he was, well, out-of-this-world.
"We're going to finish unloading your car," Dawson says over his shoulder as he walks out the door. I move to get up to help, but Daemon puts a hand on my thigh, stopping me.
"I'll do it," he says, his extraordinary eyes capturing mine. "You're carrying more important cargo." He places a hand over my stomach, and warmth spreads through me. I don't argue, because truth be told, I am a little tired, and his touch left me speechless anyways. So I smile and press a kiss to his lips, then settle back against the couch with my new book.
What feels like moments later, I'm being shaken awake.
"Hey Sleeping Beauty," Daemon says with a tender smile. "Company finally left."
"Good," I yawn. Daemon laughs as he settles down beside me. He picks up the book I'm reading.
"City of Bones?" His brows furrow as he takes in the full cover. "Should I be worried that you're reading books with bare-chested dudes on the front?"
I fight a blush as I snatch the book back.
"It's actually a very good book. It's about Nephilim, and werewolves, and vampires, and-"
"Aliens?"
"No," I laugh. "Well, I guess it depends on what you count as aliens. There're demons, which are really just monsters, and they aren't exactly from this earth…"
"Are they as attractive as me?"
"Not the demons. Jace might be, though."
"I doubt that," he scoffs.
I laugh. "That sounds like something he'd say."
"Okay, I'm done with this conversation."
"You sound jealous."
"Of a fictional character? Not possible. Besides, I know how to get your attention back on me," he says with a dangerous grin.
"Is that so?" I ask breathily.
"It is," he murmurs as he moves closer to me. I tilt my head back to see him, and his lips meet mine. I breath a sigh out against his mouth as his warm lips coast over mine. He shudders against me as I deepen the kiss, and I press closer to him. His hands grip my hips, then slip under my shirt, never breaking contact with my lips. His fingers trail over my stomach, then stop as they reach the baby bump. Daemon pulls back, breathing heavily; his eyes are a dark, forest green.
"I don't want to excite you too much," he smirks. "Might harm the baby."
"Whatever," I say with a roll of my eyes, then pull him back to me. He comes readily, his arms braced on either side of my body. His hair falls forward, tickling my nose. Then I did the most romantic thing possible: I sneeze, right in his face. Luckily, he moved out of the way just in time, what with his alien reflexes and all.
"Sorry," I mutter, turning my head into the cushion. Daemon laughs as he turns my face back to him.
"Have I told you recently how much I love you?"
"Just a little bit ago," I say as I trail my fingers over his chest. "But I wouldn't mind hearing it again." He chuckles deeply, sending shivers down my back.
"Maybe I should show, not tell."
"Maybe you should," I whisper.
So he did, in every kiss, in every touch, in every word whispered against my mouth.
{Daemon}
The next morning, I stretch an arm out and reach for Kat. My hand finds empty air, and I sit up quickly. My heart starts to race, and I all but run downstairs. As I'm reaching for my phone to call Dawson for a search party, I spot Kat out the window. She's on her knees in the soil around the house, her face grim with determination. I breath out a sigh of relief. Wasn't really sure what I thought had happened to her. Whenever I can't immediately find her, the rational part of my brain shuts off. I'm still getting used to the fact that our lives aren't constantly in danger. I step out into the sunshine, closing my eyes as the sun warms my skin. I breath in the smell of pine; I could get used to waking up to this. Kat glances up at me, and her gaze travels from my face, then a little lower…and stays there.
"I see you still haven't grasped the concept of wearing shirts," she says, blushing.
"I don't think you mind it," I say with a wink. "And there's no one out here except for you to see me, which was the whole point of coming out here in the first place." I kneel next to her, loving the way her breath catches as I lean close to her face.
"You've got a little something there," I murmur as I swipe a bit of soil from her cheek. Her eyes get a far-away look in them and I wave my hand in front of her face, bringing her back to the present.
"I don't like being ignored. What took your attention away from me? It better be good."
"I was just thinking about a situation that was actually very similar to this," she says as she gestures around her. "When I had just moved to Virginia- Dee and I were gardening and you came by to do…well, I'm still not entirely sure why you came over."
"I didn't really have a reason. All I knew was that I wanted to get closer to you."
"Well, you certainly did that," she says with a fierce blush. I smile smugly. Ah, yes. I did almost kiss her that day, against a tree, no less.
"Well," I say cheerfully. "I'm going to make this the best gardening experience you've ever had."
She rolls her eyes again, but she moves aside so I can reach the soil and plants.
"Where did you get these from?" I ask as I pick up a fern.
"Around," she says, gesturing to the forest and wildflowers surrounding us.
"That's my resourceful girl."
"Well, I'm definitely your girl."
"That you are. My two girls," I add as I tickle her stomach.
"How do you know it's a girl?" she asks with a frown.
"Just do." Kat looks like she's going to say something, then shakes her head with a smile.
"You know," she says with a sigh. "It's kind of a shame our baby's going to have those amethyst-colored eyes. I would love to see him or her get your eyes."
"It is a shame, isn't it," I say as I lean back on my elbows. She slaps at my chest.
"Ego, Daemon."
"You said it! I'm merely agreeing."
"Ugh," she laughs. "You're impossible."
A/N: I'm about to upload the next chapter (I wanted 2 chapters written to start this FF off with) and I'll write the 3rd chapter- well 2nd chapter on here, not counting the Prologue- soon. I have a 4 day weekend this weekend, so should have some time to write. Hopefully.