The rest of the day was fairly routine after The Breakfast Fight (as Blackheart began to call it). He admired her strength, proud of what she had done. She could have just said "no", or fought him herself, but she tried to resolve things.
Clearly, she felt guilty about hurting him.
But, Blackheart also noticed, she seemed to act much freer now. Nothing seemed to hold her back anymore. She had mentioned before that he stalked her online, and it was possible he stalked her in real life as well.
Now, he was too scared to go near her, lest Blackheart disembowel him.
"It took courage, for what you did today Alchemy," Blackheart told her as she sat on her bed.
"You did most of the work."
"You agreed to meet with him."
"Stop it," The cornered of her mouth twitched, "flattery will get you nowhere." He moved at sat across from her. She shut her book and watched him. "What?" she asked.
He shook his head, "I'm proud of you, I really am."
She arched an eyebrow, "are you trying to get a private belly dance out of me?"
He shrugged, "the idea crossed my mind."
She grinned sneakily, "well, you did save my ass today."
"So is that a yes?"
"Perhaps..." she replied, leaning slightly closer.

Was it happening again? The same thing that happened yesterday afternoon? She was obviously inching closer to him, and he was doing the same.
Yes! It was happening.
She was so close. He felt her cold breath, and shivered slightly. She looked up at him, red eyes shining. Without really thinking, he pulled her toward him. She was sitting on her knees, half beside him. He swallowed hard. She looked so beautiful, sitting there, waiting patiently for him to make a move.
But, it was her who moved first. She raised her arms, slipping them around his neck. His icy blue eyes met her fiery ones. The little lashes in the inner corners of her eyes looked larger than usual. Her eyes closed slightly as she planted a soft kiss on the outer corner of his mouth.
His hands found their way to her waist, and he caught her mouth with his, pressing his lips firmly against hers. She leaned into him, her chest pressing against his.
They broke their long kiss and stared at each other.
A small smirk crossed her lips as she threw herself back on him, kissing him ferociously. In fact, the intensity with which made the pair topple against Alchemy's footboard. Blackheart heard a crack in his shoulder, but he ignored it, preferring to see where this making out would take them.
Their teeth clinked against each other as Alchemy forced herself as deep into his mouth as she could. Her hands tailed across his face and shoulders as her kisses moved down his neck.

Blackheart didn't even notice she was fumbling to untie the knot on the cotton pants he usually wore to sleep in.
"What the...?" He looked down, "Alchemy?"
She looked up, "What?"
"What are you doing?"
"Well..." She straightened up, "I was..." she lightly ran her hand over his crotch, "you know..."
He backed up slowly, "Alchemy, you can't be serious."
"Don't you want me to?" Her brow creased, worryingly.
"Yes...I mean no...I mean..." She attempted to manually stimulate him more, but he grabbed her wrists.
"Let go of me!" She said, struggling.
He threw down her hands and pushed her away roughly. He quickly stood and started pacing.
"Alchemy, what happened three years ago?"
She went on her knees, watching him, "you came here for seven days, but left early morning on the sixth."
"Why was I here?"
She looked very worried now, "don't you remember? You were on the run, from the Ghost Rider."
"I know that," he growled, "why'd I leave early?"
Alchemy shrugged guiltily, looking away, "I don't know."
He flew at her, taking hold of her shoulders, "Don't fuck around with me little girl, I know you know."
She refused to look him in the eye.
"What happened?" He yelled throatily, "Tell me!"
She angrily looked away, "fine. You want the truth?" She sighed, "On your sixth night here, when you were in a deep sleep, I crawled into bed with you, and gave you a blowjob."
He threw her down, "what?"
"You heard me," she hissed, "I wanted you to stay with me forever, so I gave you a blowjob."
He turned away, "god damn it Alchemy."
"I was sixteen," She stood, "you hated me, what did you expect me to do?"
"Have a bit more sense than that!"
She felt tears form in her eyes, "Fuck it all Blackheart. I was a child. I was stupid. What do you want me to do? Apologise for giving you a good time?" She walked toward him, "You could have stopped me, and you didn't. You wanted it, don't deny it."
Without warning, Blackheart turned and pushed her aside with such force, Alchemy ended up crashing half on her bed and half on the floor.

He turned away, still angry.
"I loved you." She said softly, "I would have given you the world. Fuck, I still love you. Did I do something stupid when I was sixteen? Yeah, I did. But who hasn't? It's not something I'm proud of Blackheart. Every god damn day I wished I could go back in time and make it all better. But I did it, and if you want to leave again then go now. If I have to stop loving you, I will." She shakily stood up and sat on the edge of her bed.
Alchemy loved him? Blackheart didn't know what to think. He had just hit the woman who loved him. Guilt flooded him. "Alchemy...I..." He said softly, "I didn't know."
"You didn't know what?" She asked bitterly, tenderly poking at a newly forming bruise on her arm.
"I didn't know you loved me."
"Yeah," she replied, "why else would I go down on you?"
"I...I just hit the woman who loves me." He turned slowly to look at the hunched over Alchemy nursing her arm, "I just...hit the woman I love..."
She looked up.
"Alchemy," He flew over to her, kneeling down to meet her at eye level, "Alchemy, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I really didn't."
"I think I'll live," She said with a small smirk, "I think I would have been more worried if you had played nice."
"You're forgiving me?"
She smiled, "Please Blackheart, it's not that bad. You're not an abuser; you're a demon like me. We lash out when we are angry. I'm not going to hold that against you."
"Should we call your mother? Get you to the hospital...?"
She laughed, "I'm okay. It's only a bruise." He examined her arm. The purple bruise was already forming. She hit her arm on the wooden frame of her bed. It looked dark against her pale skin. "Can you forgive me for a stupid teenage mistake?"
"I've been having dreams about it. For over a month now, I've had the same dream, where you're sixteen and giving me a blowjob. Now I know it's a memory."
She put her hand on his face, "it's fate, you know."
He smirked, "maybe it is."
She gave him a light kiss, "come on, let's go to bed. It's been a long day for both of us."

She let him share her bed again.