Kayla can still remember when she first realised what she wanted to do with her life.
Her, sat on her mom's lap, aged around eight or nine, just watching TV in childish boredom. She was carelessly flicking through channels on a routine, trying to find anything that could peak a child's interest for a period longer than three seconds. Her young mind was still unknown, and uncaring, to the worries of the adult world. All that mattered was she wasn't entertained, and that needed fixing.
And, like always, that boredom was cured by the all healing magic of pop music.
Like the Fairy Godmother to Cinderella, Celestine's image is the magic spell to Kayla. She is singing a hit from the beginning of her career, old enough to be forgotten by the general public and is probably only on the station to spark a brief nostalgia for those cult like fans of hers.
But the time didn't matter to Kayla; she only heard the harmonious melody, listened to the radiant voice, saw its beautiful owner. Her interest was gained and, continually approaching the TV until her mother saw it necessary to warn Kayla about her eyesight, she sat transfixed through the whole performance.
After that, music became Kayla's life.
But it is always important to remember one fundamental detail.
Life will always find a way to be a bitch.
…
It's midnight, and she's still at the piano. She writes another sentence on the sheet before immediately scratching out with a grunt. The sheet is quickly crumpled in her hands and thrown into the cemetery of identical paper corpses resting in her trash can.
Kayla rubs her eyes tiredly, she's exhausted and she knows she can't keep going at this rate. Soon enough she'll need to stick with something. It just a means of sticking with something actually good.
She straightens her back, pushing her elbows behind her in painful bliss. She wants to go to bed before her body collapses on her, but her brain needs to get at least half the lyrics planned out. And judging her rate right now that could take the next week.
She sighs again and rests her elbows on the piano's raven frame. Her face falls into a stream of moonlight that flows through her window, and edges across her cheek. The calm atmosphere of the night is a welcome feeling to Kayla, being a perfect air for composition, but there is no aid this time, it instead acts as a cruel reminder that Kayla still hasn't got squat written!
Another groan escapes her lips, but she smiles as a comforting, but naughty, idea comes to mind.
'It's not normal of me, but still.' She lifts herself up from the piano stool and makes her way into her kitchen. She hums a discarded melody to herself as she playfully dances her fingers over the handle of an all too familiar drawer. 'Desperate times do call for desperate measures!'
The wine she pulls out is old, too old and too damn expensive for a normal drink. Perfect! God knowing, she'd never drink this late, or this fancy, regularly. But this wasn't a normal time. She screws off the cork and takes a generous whiff of the liquid.
Her face twists in thought, 'Hmm. Earthy, dark undertones of red berries, and a hint of Citrus'. She smiles as the strong scent already begins to sedate her mind. 'That fan was right. This is the real stuff!' She pulls out a glass and slowly pours the tart, red liquor into the small cylinder. Once half full, Kayla lifts the glass towards her lips and forces down a decent gulp.
The taste is revolting and makes Kayla cough a little, but it immediately clouds through her mind, offering a small comfort into her painful night. She exhales as her head lightens and her body warms.
Then there's a knocking on the door, and it echoes in her ear through the blurred haze.
Kayla winces and places a hand on her aching temple. The tired pain is only strengthened by her small alcohol intake. She growls at the disturbance, her eyes drifting to cast daggers at her door. Who in their right mind visits someone, nevertheless her, at midnight?
She rubs her eyes and forces her voice to heighten to a calm tone as she nears the visitor.
"Look if this is a fan," She takes in a tight breath, "I appreciate your commitment but this is a bit much don't you think?"
"Well I am a fan, but I thought in this case you'd make an exception!"
'That voice..!' Kayla's eyes widen and she immediately goes to open the door. 'It can't be.'
She opens the door and feels her face brighten at the familiar face.
"Damian!"
He's taller, much taller, and he's dropped the black skirt for a red shirt and black jacket, but it's impossible to mistake the dusty red fur and dark eyes of the Antichrist. His fur looks sharper, neater than before, the front fur of his temple rested in a slick, gelled fringe. An impossibly wide smile is on his face as he reaches out a hand which Kayla gladly shakes.
"The one and only!" The familiar playfulness is still there behind his smile, it's so flirty yet innocent that Kayla has to giggle with him.
"God it's been so long," Kayla chirps, stepping towards him.
Damian raises a finger to mischievously cut her off, "Ah, it's been nine years Kayla. Please be specific." He grins wide enough for his fangs to show, pointed and aligned in a curved pattern.
And they're sharp. Sharp enough to awake a past prejudice which makes Kayla shudder.
Kayla immediately cancels out the feeling. It's been too damn long for that to turn up. "Sorry." She says after composing herself "Anyway, how've you been?"
The demon shrugs, "Can't complain, nothing really exciting to talk about." He winks knowingly at Kayla. "You on the other hand have been busy, haven't you?"
Kayla waves a dismissive hand, "Not really, just doing the same stuff I did in High School. Write music and work constantly." Damian stares at her with an unimpressed grin and crossed arms.
"Except this time you're an international hit."
Kayla can't stop the blush from coming to her cheeks. She looks away embarrassed. "I wouldn't say 'international'". She wavers.
Damian cranes his head at her, not buying her act. "I think the Grammy and diamond certification would beg to differ."
'Oh Dear.' Kayla has to force herself not to look at the Demon as he chuckles at her modesty. "The certification was only Gold, actually." She mutters.
"Eh, doesn't mean a difference to me."
Once Kayla masters up enough courage to look him in the eye again, she gives him a questioning glance. "So is there a reason, not that I mind," She quickly clears up, "That you're at my door at midnight?"
Now it's Damian's turn to look embarrassed, he raises a hand behind his neck awkwardly.
"Uh, I was just in the city and I heard you lived in his neighbourhood and-I, uh,". He trails off as his blush darkens. Kayla giggles to herself and opens the door behind her.
"Would you like to come in?" Kayla offers warmly, "The night's obviously making you stutter." Damian blinks and his jaw falls, he obviously wasn't expecting this. He tries to cover his amazement with a cool, half lidded facade, but Kayla's already shaking her head at his innocence.
"Um, sure" Damian says, horribly hiding his shock. "If you're offering that is…" He finishes sheepishly.
"It's no problem at all!" She steps inside and waves at him to follow.
They walk into her living room towards her couch. She hears Damian whistle softly behind her, impressed at the immense space that the room takes up. They settle on the silk couch in front of the glass coffee table which sparkles like a star in the dark.
"Damn, I guess those sales paid for all this." He says, his eyes shifting around the large scale of the room.
Kayla smirks at him as they sit down, "Not really, my parents paid for this actually." He sets himself into the cushions with a shocked look.
"Really? I didn't know your parents made, well," His arms shoot outward, "This much!"
She shrugs, "My mom's an interior designer, and my dad's a Collage lecturer, so this honestly isn't that much of for them." She flicks on a lamp beside the couch which basks the duo in a mellow glow against the darkness. "I still have to pay the tax here obviously, though it ain't much trouble."
Damian chuckles, "I suppose not when you've got talent to pay."
Kayla laughs again with him. "You're too kind. Can I get you anything?"
He shakes his head softly, "Nah, I'm good, thanks." His head shifts to the side passively, eyes still taking in the room.
Black eyes. Red irises. Demonic voids. Kayla feels her breath catch and she gulps a little too loud, but its hidden by a sudden gasp that erupts from Damian.
"Ah, no way!" He exclaims rushing over to her fireplace and stopping in front of the shelf structure above it. "Is this it?". He's pointing at a trophy which sits alone on the shelf, it gleams a metallic gold in the shape of a gramophone. The plaque below it reads: National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences - Kayla Christling. Underneath, in brilliant lettering: Record Of The Year - "Candlelights."
Kayla stares blankly and sinks into the couch, "Yep that's it." She rests her head into the fabric tiredly, "Pretty amazing. huh?" She asks with a voice devoid of any amazement.
Damian looks at her like she's just burnt stuck her hand in a fire, "Uh, yeah! Hello?" His arms cross in disbelief, "I'm pretty sure anyone who's got this, especially with their first album, would find it freakin' awesome!"
"Well…" Kayla shoots him a half lidded gaze, "It was for the first few months."
An eyebrow raises, "Huh?"
"Damian," Kayla rises as she looks at Damian with a tired grin, "Just imagine this. You decide to produce an album simply so you can have a starting point on your resume. You release it, expecting only your friends and family to really pay attention to it, but hey! It's a start."
Damian's blank look explains it all. Kayla continues on with a huff.
"A few weeks later you get a call from your other congratulating you for the sales of your record. You think it's a joke only to look online and realise your little project has sold five hundred million copies world wide!" She leaves the fact in the air dramatically, letting the slight widening of Damian's eyes give the impression he's catching on. "You don't know how to take it all in, but guess what? You can't! There's still more to come! Suddenly you're winning awards and doing talk show meeting and, on top of it all, you're now contracted into a second album which everyone's expecting to be better, even though you've got no ideas!" She's really ranting now, her body is leaned forward madly, and her voice has raised an octave.
"But it doesn't matter," She hisses, "Because you know that if you create something slightly less groundbreaking than your first record, you're career is going to burn in front of your face!" She sinks back with a groaning sigh, leaving a wide eyed, slightly terrified, demon in front of her.
Once certain she won't explode again, Damian returns to form with a nervous chuckle. "Yeah." He drawls, his fingers drumming on his knees in awed realisation. "I think I see where you're coming from."
Kayla rubs her eyes and falls back into her couch. "Sorry Damian. I just, well, it was just so unexpected. All…" Her hands signal the room, "This!" She laughs a little, "Plus I'm followed by fans everywhere I go most days, so that's a little annoying."
Damian nods slowly with a deep breath. "Fair point." He laughs awkwardly, then gives her another signature grin. "Though I can't say I blame them."
With a scoff, Kayla shoots a friendly glare at him, "Oh really, now?"
His eyes shift to the ground, a small smile on his muzzle. "Yeah, I mean." He halts for a second, a glimpse of uncertainty passes his face before he looks back at her again with a timid grin, "Not every day you find a singer that's beautiful and actually talented."
Her glare fades to surprise as her cheeks heat up with a flash of crimson. She's not a stranger to compliments, being her many fans are always eager to point it out, but it's always different when she hears it from people from before her fame. Hell, even a teacher complimenting her caused her to turn red back in her earlier years. She knows that people mean it when they were the one's who met her before the world heard her.
She laughs softly behind her blush, "You really are sweet."
Damian giggles playfully, but his smile fades as a familiar point comes to mind, "So, uh," His face fills with past irritation. "How's Zill doing these days?"
Kayla's eyes jolt open. Damian's rubbing an arm stiffly and he's trying to hold a grin, but his eyes display his discomfort.
"I'm just, uh, wondering how you two are…?" His head cranes as he tries to calm his nervousness, "Just figuratively speaking-"
"I wouldn't know."
"Right of course you're-" Damian halts as her words begin to make shape in his mind, he looks to her confused, almost hopeful. "W-What do you mean by that?"
"We broke up a year after graduation." She says it simply, too simply for Damian to comprehend right away. Unknown to the atom bomb she's dropped on the Demon's mind.
Kayla's shoots him a glance, immediately expecting him to start jumping with joy. But he doesn't. He shifts closer to her in just total, utter confusion.
"I-I'm sorry, I-" Now Kayla's eyes fill with shock, he looks disgusted with himself. "I didn't know h- honestly. I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories, I swear." His sincerity shines through his hushed voice.
Kayla tenderly places a hand on his shaking arm, he flinches like he expects her to slap him.
"Damian, it was years ago." She says, holding his arm still to stop it trembling. "I honestly couldn't care less about it anymore." She can't believe how guilty he's acting over a simple question. Though given certain history it may be understandable.
He stops shaking but Kayla keeps her hand on him. "So," He looks to her shyly, uncertain whether he even has the right to ask. "Why did you two…you know?"
Kayla shrugs it off like dirt. "Well, we'd been going out since freshman year," Damian notices how there's no sadness or pain in her voice. Just fact. Play, simple fact. "After we graduated I think we both realised how ridiculous it was."
"What was?"
Kayla looks at him as if it's obvious. "Damian, it was freshman to graduation! We'd never had the chance to, well, see if we wanted only each other." She sinks back with a sigh as Damian's awed gasp gives the hint he's beginning to begins to catch on.
"I mean, I just didn't see the sense. That long and never having a break to at least think if he was the one I wanted to spend my life with." Her words keep going simply, no sorrow evident at an any point. "So we decided to have a break to, you know, think! And…" She looks to Damian with folded arms and a plain smile, "He found someone else."
"What?!" Damian almost stands up in furious shock, his mouth hangs in a gape. "He just left you! That dick!" His fists clench and his eyes literally blaze, his irises sparking like embers.
Kayla chuckles, her hand moving to the demon's shoulder. He looks to her and feels his temper soften with her smile. Damian rubs a hand over his fringe in embarrassment, twirling his fur in his fingers, feeling angry for feeling angry. He sighs and settles himself down. "Sorry." He mumbles, giving a sad grin to the kangaroo.
"Don't mention it," The girl reassures, "Honestly though, it was for the best. We're both happier this way."
Damian looks over at her doubtfully. "But what about you?"
She lets her eyes drift to the floor, "Oh, I had a few dates, here and there, after that. But no one really…clicked." She says the last word with a snap of her fingers. Ignoring how depressing she actually sounds. A strong part of Damian wants to reach out and hug her, but the small rational side knows it's not his place. Instead he keeps silent, unsure of what he can say that could could the miserable atmosphere.
"That's-"
"Oh, nevermind that! The past is the past!" Kayla exclaims, shifting her posture upward in a poor attempt of optimism, "Enough about me, what've you been up to?" Damian isn't finished on the previous topic, but Kayla's eyes plead with him to drop it. So, grudgingly, he does. He exhales softly and leans into his chair.
"Nothing much." He mutters. "Just home stuff." Kayla's surprised slightly, she always expected Damian to do something interesting after he graduated. He always had those vibes.
"You've not had a job?" She presses.
Damian shrugs, "No time." He grins, though it has no glimpse of happiness. "I've got a lot on my hands you know?" He laughs. He doesn't mean it.
"Well, what about friends? Do you still keep in touch with Jack?" Kayla asks. Eager herself, it's been long since she seen the cursed jackal.
"Eh, he doesn't come by that much anymore." Damian says with an involuntary frown, "Though I guess that's understandable. I was a real jerk to him back at ZPA."
"Oh come on Damian, you're family. I'm sure Jack isn't still hung up on that, it's not like him!" She means to say it reassuringly, but Damian only sighs and rests his chin in a hand.
"Well if he's come round recently, I sure as Hell haven't known about it. No pun intended." He smirks but it doesn't last long. "Though that may not be his fault. Not a lot of people can visit the castle nowadays, even family." Kayla feels her heart break for the demon even more. She remembers the first time Damian ever saw the surface, the excitement in his eyes. It's not fair for him.
"I've spent a lot of time at home; my caretakers tell me that the older I get the more my," His face drops with disgust. "Responsibility means more." Fingers drum on his lap irritably and Kayla's optimistic facade drops. She frowns and leans closer to the demon. He pays her no mind as he mumbles on, "I mean, I understand. I'm gonna be the King of Hell one day! I've always known that! I…" He lets his arms fall and sink into his knees. "I just didn't know time would fly so fast. It was just so…" He returns his gaze to hers with a wither of a smile. "Like you said, unexpected."
She knows crying about it won't help him. It would just make him uncomfortable. But that still doesn't stop her heart from cracking.
Her hand tightens on Damian's arm. "I'm sorry." It's all she can say.
"Don't be." He says, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand drifts onto Kayla's grasping hers for comfort, just friendship.
It makes her sick that she's trembling.
Her eyes are now travelling all over Damian. His teeth, his eyes, the small trace of horns protruding from his skull. A small part of her is flooding her brain with the different stories her father told her of Demons when she was young. The stories where they lead the innocent into Sin, where fire's of Hell consume Churches and Cathedrals, the kind where sinful Christians are kidnapped and sacrificed for the blood lust jaws of the devil.
Parts of her brain fight. His touch sends different reactions. Part of her feels the gentle grasp of his hand and the mellow warmth he conducts. Another part imagines claws sinking into her wrists and a scalding blaze erupting from her fur.
Her heart and brain are screaming at each other, though different parts screech different things. Rationality desperately swims through the wave of prejudice and terror, seeking a way to surface through the storm. Fiercely she seeks the words she needs to smooth the hurricane raging within her soul, any photograph of a memory that proves her old fashioned views wrong.
"Besides," Damian whispers, too occupied with himself to notice Kayla's quivering. "It's for the best anyway."
It's unexpected, but certain. Damian's calmed the storm.
A grave silence passes for mere seconds before Kayla is able to, barely, force out a response.
"W-What?"
His form wilters, an unknown yet familiar pain traces in his eyes, "I-I came up to the surface a few times after graduation. Just to see friends, you know. B-But it turns out…" His hand clasps tighter around Kayla's. The storm doesn't rise up. Only concern. Damian coughs to cover up a tight inhale of air, "Yeah…not everyone trusts Demons yet."
The hurricane fades slowly as the cold gust of reality hit Kayla. She feels a lump in her throat rise as she anticipates the worst. "Did they hurt-"
"No!" Damian shoots up, his face full of panic. "Nothing like that! Just…some kids hid from me as I passed, and a few stores decided it was time to close early…" He gulps down what Kayla assumes to be a sob, but he gives her a reassuring smile. "But no one hurt me."
'Physically.' Kayla only just holds back from saying it out loud.
Damian waves off the silence with his forced smile, "It's probably stupid to get hung up on stuff like that to be honest." Kayla doesn't think so and opens her mouth to protest, but she's silenced by what he says next.
"I suppose it's only natural, at the end of the day, I'll always be a monster. That's just how it-"
"NO!"
He jolts upward in fright at the scream, the couch springs below him. Kayla has risen from her seat and is staring down at him, she wipes her eyes vigorously, determined not to let herself cry.
She thrusts a finger into the demon's face, "Don't you dare, ever say you're a monster!" She yells, her fists clenched furiously. "Don't you ever act like this is your fault! Okay! Cause it's not!" She points a thumb towards herself, "It's mine! I was stupid and ignorant! I'll admit it!"
Damian only stares on - shocked entirely.
She sighs, calming down slightly. Her voice drops in tone. "Damian, I'm so sorry I was afraid of you back then." She sits back down next to him, "It wasn't fair."
His face hold no resentment, just the surprise he's held for the past minute.
"Kayla…it's okay, really."
Her head shoots up, "It's not though is it? I'm no better than those jerks who judged you!" The tears are threatening to spill again.
"Yes, you are!" He exclaims. The words set like a fact.
Hers eyes roll uncertainly, "How? I did exactly what they did."
"You became my friend!"
Silence lingers in the air, both parties are unsure what to say next.
Damian looks at her sternly, he breathes deeply before he begins again. "Yes. You were scared of me in the beginning, we both know that." He deflates slightly with a wounded expression, "And, yes, it did hurt."
She nods silently, taking disgust with herself.
"But, eventually, you took the time to actually get to know me." He offers her a smile. "And that's enough to make up for it."
Kayla stares in disbelief. How? How can he forgive her so easily? After all the pain she put him through.
"But-"
"No buts." He says gently, taking her hand in his. "Trust me, it was enough. It was all I wanted after all." She expects the voices to start up again. But they stay silenced. And she gladly returns his smile. His face perks up and he lets go of her hand.
"Speaking of which, I have something for you." He pulls his jacket down slightly too reach into an inside pocket. He pulls out something that glimmers silver and holds it out to her.
She takes it and stares blankly.
"A birthday card?" She says, trying to show appreciation through her flat confusion The card is silver and is blank save the words: 'Happy Birthday' and a large muddle of musical notes painted around it. "That's…sweet, Damian. But it's not for another four months."
Damian smirks, "Open it up silly." He wags a finger to encourage her.
She giggles lightly and opens the card.
Her breath stops.
To my favourite Demon,
Congratulations on hitting eighteen,
(Welcome to the adult world)
I'm sorry that it took this long for us to become friends,
but I couldn't be happier that we have!
Happy Birthday Damian!
With Love,
Kayla. xxx
The world seems to stop. Her eyes blur as tears begin to flood.
Damian doesn't notice as he also pulls out a watch that is a decade out of style. The present she gave him. "I also brought this along, but I don't know if you want it." He sniggers, pushing it into her hand.
"You kept it… all this time." She croaks. She's trembling again, but it's not because of fear.
"Why wouldn't I? They were gifts from you." He says it like it obvious. He then notices the tears, how they're drenching Kayla's fur, how violently she's shaking. "I-Is everything ok?"
Kayla roughly rubs her eyes to no avail, the flood keeps on welling up. She curses herself. No one should see her in this state. She nods quickly before letting out a pattern of hushed breaths. "I'm fine. T-This is just the nicest gift I've ever gotten." She's cut off by another sob the rattles in her throat.
Damian wants to smile, but he doesn't see the good news. He slumps into his chest, hiding his face from the kangaroo. It's clear to him. She's crying. He can only assume the worst.
"I'm sorry." He murmurs. He steadies himself to rise and walk out of her life.
She can't allow that.
Her hands grip his arm, desperately holding him on his seat. She gazes at him with pained pleading. "Wait." He looks to her with wounded eyes, he can't go through this. It can't be real. "Please." She whispers.
"Why?" He mumbles, "Haven't we hurt each other already?"
She sniffs and rubs her eyes once more. Her eyes meet his, red and raw. "I want to ask you something?"
An eyebrow raises. He frowns cautiously, a dark shadow lowering over his scowl. "What is it?" He snaps slightly, making her flinch.
She takes a deep breath regaining her composure and returns the glare. Sternly staring right back into his eyes. Then she lays it out.
"Do you still love me?"
Damian glowers with a sigh, turning away from the kangaroo. She squeezes his arm gently, refusing to allow the silent treatment. Almost silent he answers, "Yes Kayla, you know I do."
She nods. Because she does know. She always has. She whistles softly, placing a free hand under his chin, making him face her. She offers a small smile. He pushes her hand away, groaning with disgust.
"This isn't funny you know?" He grunts, turning away once again. Kayla only giggles and pats him on the back playfully.
"It wasn't meant to be." She pipes, grinning through her tears.
Damian is dumbfounded, he raises his voice to a yell. "Then why are you-" Kayla places a finger to his lips, making him blush softy.
She leans back against the sofa. Tears still streaming. Her smile never fading. "I'm actually surprised, you know, Damian." She says. "I would have thought after all these years you would have moved on to someone else."
Damian groans in embarrassment, his face hidden in his hands. Slowly, muffled words escape his palms. "I-I couldn't…" He says, his shoulder sinking down.
Kayla leans towards him. "Why?" Genuine wonder evident.
"I don't know," He groans, his hands flailing down his sides. "Just…because! I guess…" He knows how stupid it sounds but he can't help that he just loves her.
"Hm." Kayla sinks down to his level so her mouth is close to his ears, "Even when you thought I was still with Zill."
Damian chuckles awkwardly, "I couldn't help it in High School. I can't help it now." His mouth rests in a thin tight line and his eye shifts to meet hers. "Did…Did you ever…'like' me?" He mutters, already having a good idea of her answer.
Kayla looks up in thought, "Back at ZPA?" She looks him straight in the eye. "No. Sorry."
Damian nods, his head retuning to the floor in familiar sorrow. "Can't say I didn't expect it."
Kayla smiles, sitting back up again. Her hand rests on Damian's back, as if soothing him. "Now? Well."
Damian's eyes shift wide open. Kayla almost whispers joyfully.
"What was it I said about unexpected?"
Damian jolts up so fast that he almost falls off the sofa. His face meets Kayla's, entirely, completely baffled. His back hits the sofa's arm rest in his shock. Kayla just smiles on at him.
"Wh- I- You can't!" He splutters out whatever his mind can master. Kayla giggles and offers him a hand. Breathlessly he takes it and returns to a straight posture, his face still frozen in shock. "B-but-but"
He's silenced again, not by a finger but by her head resting against his shoulder. He breathes so hard that his chest puffs out ridiculously.
"No but's." Kayla whispers, her cheek resting against the Demon's neck. He's so warm. Though that's not surprising seeing how he's from Hell itself. She wonders how her Devout Christian parents would react if they saw her cuddled up against the Antichrist.
'Future problems.' Kayla giggles as she rubs her face into Damian's shoulder.
Damian is breathing harder than he thought possible. The fact that the girl of his dreams, for more than a decade, is resting on him, is more than he can bare. He turns to the girl snuggling into his coat; her face is content and blissful against him. He nervously reaches out a hand to wipe a stray strand of hair out of her face; she nuzzles deeper into him, her smile broadening at his touch.
His breath goes cold with a whisper, "Kayla."
"Hmm"
"Is it okay if I kiss you."
It's only calm for a moment before he internally combusts. His stomach jumps into his throat, bile threatening to spew all over the coffee table. Panic washes all over him. Once he says it he wishes he could take it back, slightly. He braces himself for the slap, for the scream. Anything that's gonna cause him pain.
Instead he receives a light touch on his cheek that brings his face towards hers.
She's blushing slightly, and she looks a tiny bit nervous. But she keeps her hand on him, travelling it behind his neck. "Okay." She smiles, her other hand travelling to his chest. "Go on."
Damian gulps and tightly inhales through his nostrils. He still acts like this is some sort of dream. Afraid to move in case it ends. Kayla chuckles in her throat, she lets herself guide him. She's nervous but confident.
Her hand begins to edge his face towards hers, little by little letting him take control. One hand clumsily wraps around her waist while the other shakes as it falls on her shoulder. She can feel the warmth of his breath on her nose, hear his heart echo from his chest. His eyes begin to close as his lips part. Her mouth own mouth readies for contact. They're now close enough to feel each others heart beats.
She expects the voices. Braces for the storm.
But they're gone now. Extinct by her heart.
Then it happens. The demon's lips press against hers. She feels him shudder, but she holds him close. Letting him slowly ease into the kiss. Her nerves are now gone, her old prejudice is dead. All she feels now are the soft, warm lips she pulls closer to her.
He feels like he's going to faint in the kiss. Cautious whimpers and whines are vibrating, like purrs, in his throat. He feels his stomach sink and his mind blur in his nervous hysteria. But her lips edge him onward. Part of him still feels like he's going to wake up alone in his room, his dream fading into the cold sting of reality. But then a slight pain comes from her fingers digging into his neck.
For once he welcomes the pain. It proves everything's real. This is reality.
The two bodies press closer to one another, arms tighten around each other as they deepen into the moment. Damian's hand reaches into Kayla's fur, sinking into the soft hair of her head. Her hand grips his head tighter and pushes him onward. She may be a sweet girl, but she's a hell of a kisser.
They carry on until they can't breathe anymore, their lips part with heavy breaths. Their eyes gaze into each other, both returning the passion that they share. Both eyes gleam with tears, but they're not of pain or sorrow. They both know that. Their smiles confirm it.
Damian leans forward and gently kisses her again, softly this time. Kayla gladly returns it as her hand runs down his neck and sinks into his shirt.
Damian breaks the kiss momentarily to whisper something. His cheek is pressed against hers blissfully as he lets out the hushed fact. "I love you."
In that moment a new, but undeniably true, fact is stated by Kayla. One that Damian has waited so long to here. One that reveals a new chapter in both of their lives. Kayla puts her mouth to Damian's ear. And then she ignites the fire.
"I love you too."
Both are tempted to cry, but their mouths forbid it.
When they part again Kayla rests her head on Damian's chest, he wraps his arms around her and holds her gently, both smiling as they lie on the velvet of the sofa. Sharing the peace of the night, together. Their breaths are slow and careful as they embrace. Holding on to the moment, their moment, as delicately as a flower.
A minute goes by before Kayla stirs. She smiles sheepishly and gives Damian an awkward glance.
"So."
Damian also sniggers nervously, "So."
It only takes a moment for their lips to collide again.
They were both expecting it anyway.
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Edit: Slight addition in writing, and clean up of mistakes. Really not sure how this will turn out, but I'm happy with it.