A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long! :( I'm preparing for finals that are next week and November was just a big old mess of school work to do.

The rest of the night passed by rather peacefully after that, the only little excitement being the sudden appearance of the worn out truck in the driveway. While I myself had been shocked, Damien simply shrugged about the incident. He had tried to get me to play one of his video games again but I had declined; too tired and needing to clear my head. It had been my turn to cook but the devil didn't even comment on this when he had to fix his own dinner. I suppose our earlier conversation made him forget. Softly closing the bedroom door behind me, I pull off my shirt and toss it onto the dresser before stepping out of my jeans to replace them with a pair of pajama pants. The bed squeaks slightly as I fall on it, and as I nuzzle up into my blankets and curl my body into a tight ball my hand unconsciously grazes over the burn marks on my hip and side.

I made a deal with him, I weary think, anxiety twisting around in the pit of my guts. Taking a deep breath I clear my mind and pull a pillow flush against my bare chest, enjoying the cool feel of the fabric surrounding me as I fall into the land of sleep.

When morning came I was awoken by the screech of my alarm. The rapid ding the bell makes on it making me want to chunk against the wall. However, as I stir something warm touches my back. I immediately jump away, titter tottering on the edge of the bed with most of the blanket clutched up in my fists. My alarm still blares as my morning grogginess quickly disappears and with wide eyes I stare in shock at the figure in curled up in my bed. I hastily slam my palm against the alarm clock, hitting the OFF button and silencing its cries before turning back towards Damien. He sleeps soundly on the other side of my bed, his back facing me. Not at all bothered by the alarm it seems. His sides fall slowly up and down in steady even breathing and I let out a sigh, not wanting to ponder on this right now.

As quietly as I can I make my way off the bed, grab the jeans I threw on the floor yesterday, a green graphic-T from my dresser, and some socks before heading into the bathroom. Making sure both bathroom doors are locked, I continue on with my morning routine of bathing and washing before pulling the clean clothes over my form. Damien still slumbers as I begin to make the morning tea and thoughts flicker to life in my mind. One in particular being: What the dickens is Damien doing in my bed?

I can't recall him coming in last night and I'm definitely sure his heat didn't come on. But, if I'm honest I can't bring myself to mind it. As long as he doesn't try anything with me during my sleep I don't mind the extra warmth. The whistling of the kettle jars me from my thoughts and grabbing an oven mitt I move it off the hot eye before placing the teabags inside. I watch the dark, cloudy weather through the dine window until the tea is done, and start to feel concerned when Damien still hasn't awoken until I remember that Satan had said the young man would be resting more now since his heat seems to be at an end. Despite this, I still open my bedroom door to check up on the young man before heading off to school. Just in case.

The clouds pour down rain as I drive and I nearly curse whenever I turn on the windshield wipers to find that they don't work.

Of course with the disguise of being a rust bucket they won't, I bitterly think as I pull into the student parking and turn off the truck. Pulling on my backpack I stare at the droplets cascading down the window, a shiver crawling up my spin.

I really need to invest in an umbrella.

Throwing the door open I dash out across the asphalt and into the school, the roar of thunder echoing through the sky as I enter.

A fist curls around the collar of my shirt, the appendage casually lifting me up into the air. My hands wrap around the meaty arm on reflex, trying to keep my airways open.

"O-oh, 'ello Eric," I nervously greet with a cough, my voice strained, "How are you today chap?"

"Is our project ready for tomorrow?" he asks, not at all returning my greeting. I give a quick nod and I'm drop to the floor, staggering back a couple of inches as I gain my bearings back. "Good," the brunette states, "Cause if it's not I'm punching your crooked teeth out and then making you eat them. One. By. One."

"Right-O!" I instinctively call out as he starts to walk away, "I promise its all ready to go!" As his form disappears around the corner I slide down the side of the locker, a breath of relief leaving me. I'll need to work on that project as soon as I get home. Last thing I need right now is that bully living up to his promises.

"Y-you ok-k-k?"

I snap my gaze to towards the stuttering voice but immediately relax when I see its Tweek. Giving him a wide smile I stand up and dust the dirt from my pants. "Oh, I'm fine, chap," I assure him, "Eric just roughed me up a bit is all. It's fine. I'm tougher than I look."

" Are y-you—ACK—sure? I-I can ask him to s-s-stop for you." My smile softens at the suggestion. Slightly shocked by it as well as both he and I know very well he wouldn't match up to Eric's weight. But, it's nice to know that there are at least still a few decent people living here.

"I'm sure," I say, "Er, about yesterday, I'm sorry for almost running into you. I was in a bit of a hurry."

The blond gives a shaky nod, his head moving in a fast erratic beat. "I noticed—ERK—w-why were you running so fast, dude? S-s-sweet Jesus man, I thought something w-was—ACK—running after ya and then coming after me!"

I give a heavy sigh. "That is a long story. But, in short, I got arrested—"

"ARRESTED?!" Tweek screams, "Too much, dude! Too much pressure! I can't be s-s-seen—ERK—talking with a convict!"

"Tweek, calm down!" I harshly whisper ignoring the growing stares from other students, "I'm not a convict. I promise you. I'm not. I just…I was speeding and they decided to make an example of me by having me stay in a cell overnight."

Brown eyes look at me uncertainly, blond eyebrows quirking in question and mistrust. His shivering tones down to small quivers and as his eyes flicker back and forth he whispers, "…so, you're n-not a convict?"

"Nope. Just an bloke down on his luck."

Tweek's form slouches in momentarily relief, a small smile forming on his face. "That's g-g-good." Brown eyes gaze back up me, a puzzled expression on his face. "But, why run h-home—ACK—so fast? D-do you have a p-p-pet?"

As I say, "No" my mind begins to buzz to life and quickly thinking of an answer I scrunch up my face and smoothly lie, "The jail cells are dirty and I really, really needed a shower is all." I nearly gag as the words fall from my lips, though I suppose I can't call it a lie either as that is kind of half the truth.

"O-oh, ok." The blond begins to fidget once more and slowly he starts, "I-I know we d-don't—ERK—usually t-t-talk outside of school, but would y-you like t-t-to hang out with Butter's and me Saturday?"

My eyes widen at the invitation. It's very rare for someone to try and include me in their activities after school. Not because they don't like me—though very few do—but most people just don't care and forget about me the moment the bell to end school rings. Besides that I usually don't have a way to get there even if I was invited, and I like being a wallflower. Attention is just something I've never craved. Although acceptance is another matter entirely.

"I'd love to," I happily reply, excitement bubbling in my gut, "Just tell me the time and place."

Tweek's smile widens as I accept. "Ok, we're going t-t-to Red R-Robin's at 5pm and possibly—ACK—head to the movies afterwards. B-Butter's can pick you up if you want."

I give a slight nod when the bell suddenly rings, signaling the small in-between class break to be over and for us to head back into our respected rooms. Giving the teen a wave good-bye I rush down the hall to Marine Biology; my spirits higher than they've been in days.

The rest of the day passes by in a flash, Butters being kind enough to write down the information for Saturday on a sheet of notebook paper for me during lunch. With a slight skip in my step I head towards my truck. Thoughts on what movie we would see making my gut bubble with excitement. It's been quite a while since I've been to the theatres and with how Damien has been helping me out these past few days I'll be able to afford it. He should be fine to stay home alone by the weekend if what Satan said is correct but I'll have to make sure to tell him just in case I may need to cancel. I don't want a repeat of what I came home to yesterday at all.

Walking up to the truck I stop mid-step when I see the bright orange standing near it. Kenny enthusiastically waves at me, a familiar curvy woman with curly sandy blonde hair by his side. I don't even need to see her face to know that it's Bebe. Besides the signature hairstyle that flows down her back like a lion's mane it's the nice business casual black skirt and pink blouse that gives her away. Nobody else dresses up as nice, not even teachers who work here. Though she and I have shared a few classes here and there while growing up I'm still unsure what to make of her, as our only conversation revolved around classwork. Still, even that small talk only started occurring around our freshman year and I can vaguely remember her not always being the kindest to me back in our elementary school days.

Hesitantly, I wave back before slowly continuing towards the vehicle; not liking the smirks mirrored on their faces.

"Good afternoon, Kenny, Bebe," I greet, "Can I…help you two?"

Bebe lets out a chuckle at an unknown joke and Kenny quickly shushes her before replying, "Can we catch a ride home Pip?"

I raise an eyebrow in suspicion. "I don't mind but," I turn my gaze towards the curvy blonde, "I thought you had a car Bebe."

"It's at the shop right now," she immediately replies, further raising my suspicions as I've seen her drive at least three different cars to school before, "It's just a simple oil change but I won't be able to get it until tomorrow morning before school."

I nod at her explanation, choosing to accept her words. "But, why ask me?" I inquire, "Why not Wendy or one of your other friends?"

Her pretty face falls at my words. Blue eyes turning unreadable as a frown pulls down her pink painted lips. "Fine," she bites out, "I didn't want to be so blunt but Wendy is pissed at me for speaking my mind on her relationship matters, when she asked for an opinion mind you, and thus I don't want anything to do with her or any of our friends at the moment." Bebe's face then softens as she looks at Kenny, her hand intertwining with the lanky teens. "So, instead Kenny and I are going to my place to hang out. Perhaps eat some ice cream, watch some movies, and me do our nails."

Both my eyebrows rise into my hairline in surprise at the last one and I look over at Kenny, silently asking if it was true. Kenny just shrugs and says, "She's really good at painting animals on my toenails, dude. Cats are my favorite."

I can't even think of a reply. Letting out a sigh in defeat I give them a bright smile and motion for them to hop into the truck, both instantly bolting into the back. I make my own way to the driver's side and quickly start up the truck. Not two minutes later down the road however I start to hear faint giggles and the sound of smacking lips.

"E-excuse me!" I call back, "Please keep your hands and whatever else to yourselves while riding, please. Thank you."

"Awwwww," I hear Kenny whine, "But that's not fair!"

"Sorry chap," I unenthusiastically say, "But I don't want to be forced to listen to that."

"Oh it was just some simple kissing," Bebe quickly intervenes, "Don't get your panties in a twist." I look up through my visor mirror to the backseat at the two. My gaze is immediately drawn to their bare interlocked hands, noting the striking differences between her well-manicured ruby red colored fingernails with his boney, blocky finger structures.

"Hey Pip," Kenny suddenly says tearing my eyes away from their hands, "How your cat doing?" I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"Cat? I don't own a cat Kenny."

The blond boy lets out a sigh. "Oh come on Pippers! You've had it for a week now and it's a very persnickety little thing. I had to watch over it while you were away remember?"

"Oh…" I slowly say, his words finally having some understanding, "That little furball is just peachy. Though grumpy as usual."

Bebe lets out a small laugh, obviously oblivious to the true subject of our conversation. "Cats are always like that. You learn to love it. What'd you name your little furry friend?"

I give a small grin at her comment. Finding a little humor in her not being in the loop. "Freckles. Though from his behavior it should have been Trouble."

Kenny bellows with laughter and Bebe gives him a pointed look but the thin young man continues to cackle, unbuckling his seatbelt to lean over my seat. "Well, just so you know I'm stopping by Saturday to visit the little fluff ball. Round 5 o'clock if that's ok?"

I nod. "That's fine. I've got plans to go out anyway that evening. I'll need someone to watch over him for me."

"Since when have you two been hanging out?" Bebe asks, her tone genuinely curious and lacking the bitterness I'm use to from our classmates.

"We have Marine Biology together," Kenny smoothly explains, his voice pulling me from my thoughts, "Needed help one night and bing-bang-boom found out he's not so bad."

The rest of the ride is filled with idle chatter as Bebe gives me directions to her place. Slowly, I start to feel myself relax and talk more freely; making comments here and there on various subjects. But, as I pull up to her house my words become caught in my throat and worry leaks into my mind. Butters sits hutched over on her front steps, his shoulders rising and falling in short burst as if crying.

Kenny quickly exits the car and runs over to the blond male, trying to console the young man out of whatever distress had happened. I look back at Bebe for an explanation but she only sighs and shrugs. As she exits the truck I sit there, tightly gripping the wheel. Caught between exiting the truck to check up on Butters and driving home. Awkwardly I shuffle in my seat and roll down the window.

"Um, is everything ok?" I ask, calling Kenny's attention towards me.

He and Bebe exchange a few words before she walks Butters inside the house. A sour expression twists up Kenny's face as he walks over to me, his words short and chipped. "Yea, it's fine. Just family problems and shit. I can't believe his folks sometimes." I recoil at the intensity of his voice and with a sigh the young man continues, "Thanks for the ride Pip but it's ok. You can head on home."

And with that he walks inside the house.

My movements become sluggish as I pull into the drive and exit the truck. The early scene replaying in my mind making me ponder on if I should have tried to stay. Letting out a sigh, I try to calm my mind and unlock the front door. I'm already home so there's no use in worrying now. Even so, I should check in with the poor boy tomorrow at school. Just to make sure everything is all right.

I don't even get halfway through the doorframe before pausing mid-step, not sure whether to be confused or amused. Damien stands beside the kitchen counter a movie in each hand, not even seeming to sense my presence. A rather nice black button up shirt with rolled up sleeves clings fittingly around his slender lightly muscled form, not a single wrinkle in the fabric, and a pair of nice blue jeans cover his hips and legs. The beard that had been growing on his face the past few days is gone, his skin clean-shaved. Even his hair seems to be more tamed, the strands combed and damp as he had just stepped out of the shower. The smell of aftershave and his fading scent waft into my nose and unconsciously I blurt out, "What are you all dressed up for?"

The demon-child jumps in surprise and snaps his head in my direction. Placing the movies on the counter he raises an eyebrow in confusion and replies, "For our date. Why the hell are you late getting home?"

"D-date?" I ask, "What? Now?"

Damien rolls his eyes and nods, folding his arms over his chest. "Yea tonight. I want to get through this fucking thing as quickly as possible. Now, why the hell are you late getting home?"

"Oh, um, I had to give Kenny and Bebe a ride to her house."

He gives a short curt nod. "Two are probably off fucking then."

I narrow my eyes in disgust. Taking off my hat, coat, and shoes I sigh, "Do you have to use such foul language?"

A cocky smile forms on his lips and with a snort he says, "Oh, I'm so ashamed. I meant the two are probably off participating in mutual intercourse. Better princess?"

Ignoring the last statement I walk pass him to the Marine Biology supplies lying in the corner of the kitchen. Grabbing the bag I place it on the small table and begin to pull out the supplies from the plastic bag. "I'm sorry, but I can't do the date tonight. We'll have to wait till tomorrow. I have a project I need to do."

Immediately I can feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my skull. As I take out the black matt board to do the project on a firm hand grips my shoulder and twists me around, the black board falling to the ground with a soft thud. Damien's eyes are narrowed, a scowl turning his lips into a frown.

"We are going to have this date," he slowly says voice dangerously low, "Just one movie and that is all. You can do the project later. Got it?"

I open my mouth to say no but quickly clamp it shut as the frown grows on his face. His black eyes spark red and exhaling deeply I nod. Like the flick of a switch a wide toothy grin forms on his face and he backs away, giving me back my personal space.

"Great!" he exclaims holding up both of the movies to me, "Now, which do you want to watch? Godzilla or Teeth?"

Glancing at both of the titles I feel my posture slump and bend. Neither looks particularly interesting to me—the teeth one especially unnerving with the sharp canines aligning the rose's center.

"Are there any other choices?" I casually inquire.

The devil-child hums in thought before placing the movies back on the counter, and motions for me to follow him to the den. Reluctantly I do, abandoning the supplies on the table and find myself stand beside a rather small, slim cabinet I'd never notice before. With an almost inaudible click it opens revealing four columns of more movies than I've ever seen in my life.

"When did you get all of these?" I ask, shocked by the collection.

Damien lets out a short laugh. "Just some that were grabbed from my house along with my other stuff. This pile is fucking small compared to the collection I got back at home. That shit takes up an entire closet."

An entire closet? Surely he's exaggerating.

I look back at the many titles, overwhelmed with the different selections and choices to make. Almost robotically I reach out and pull out one, the title reading The Green Mile. As I turn the case over to read the summary on the back the noirette snatches it from my hands and pops it into the DVD player.

"I didn't say I wanted to watch that just yet," I comment.

Damien shrugs. "It's a good film. You'll like it."

I'll admit I was a bit miffed by his behavior when the film started but soon got wrapped up in the story. While we shared the quilted blanket each of us sat on the opposite end of the couch, only our lower legs touching. Surprisingly the devil-child was silent throughout the film, not a single snicker or smart comment. Looking over I stifle a laugh at the wide glossy-eyed look on his face, the end of the blanket pulled up over his chin and lips.

I turn my attention back to the TV, engrossed in the film. But as they strap the man to the electric chair I can't help but become tense. The command is given to flip the switch and I kick out on reflex, a muffled scream rumbling in the back of my throat.

"Ow!" Damien yells out, red eyes narrowing in on me, "What the actual fuck Pip?"

"Sorry," I hastily apologize, "I-I was just a little startled."

He rolls his eyes and throws the blanket from his legs. Before I can blink the young man crawls up behind me and nearly pushes me off the couch, my back now flushed against his chest. My heart begins to rapidly beat, my thoughts running a mile a minute—the film forgotten. As he pulls the blanket back over us I inquire, "What the dickens do you think you're doing?"

"Cuddling. Now move your boney ass."

I lay there motionless, trying to make sense of the situation when a warm hand pushes at my lower back. Shocked, I gasp and lurch forward. Successfully rolling off the furniture and onto the floor with a thud. Letting out a small groan I push my face and shoulders from the floor, narrowing my eyes at the amused devil on the couch.

"I was going to move," I snap.

"You already fucking did," Damien comments with a crooked smile, "You going to get up? We still have about an hour of movie left."

Huffing in irritation I push myself from the floor and sit back in the middle of the couch, Damien's legs behind me. He huffs and pulls the blanket closer, wrapping the quilt around him like a cocoon.

"Well then," he scoffs, "fuck you too Pippers."

I send him an odd look. "Are you…upset that I'm not cuddling with you?"

"Fuck no," the devil sharply replies, turning his attention back to the film. I raise an eyebrow at his fickle attitude. Puzzled by this odd bit of behavior.

"Why are you…do you really want to do that?" I seriously ask, pushing the subject further along. Damien's eyes shine red in a warning and I tense in response. Taking a deep breath to steel my nerves, I bravely continue, "It's just very…um, odd for you."

Damien bolts up from his spot, nearly colliding his head with mine. Red eyes bore into mine—the smell of aftershave and his faint scent assaulting my nose.

"Look nancy-boy. I'm doing my best here. I don't know what the fuck a date is suppose to be like. I actually had to research this shit. Like damn schoolwork or something. What I found said there should be cuddling or some other physical shit. Now. Drop. It."

I can't help it. I laugh. Just the thought of how much time and thought the young man had put into this a little humorous, especially given his personality. However, Damien does not find it to be as funny as I, and, in less than three seconds, I'm pushed flat on my back against the cushions of the couch. A low growl rumbles in the back of the noirette's throat, his hands gripping each of my arms and holding me in place.

"Why the fuck are you laughing?" he hisses, pink lips pulling back in a feral snarl.

I sink deeper into the couch at the frightening display and, before I can rethink my words, blurt out, "Because it's cute!"

The young man freezes. His face softens in confusion and I feel heat rush to my face. Slowly, the snarl turns into a small smile. The devil lets out a small laugh and falls back against the arm of the couch, placing his hands behind his head as those red eyes fade to black.

"Cute? Well, that's fucking new."

My body relaxes when I hear the humor in his voice, letting out a breath of relief. Damien laughs again, harder and louder this time; his body curling into itself. A smile begins to form on my face as well as the laughter continues, the uncomfortable tension from before easing away.

Gradually, a comfortable silence falls on us—the movie forgotten and merely white noise to fill the space. Almost childishly his pushes his black sock clothed foot onto my white one. His leg pushing mine back till my own leg bends. A cocky smile grows on the young man's face and looking me in the eye he says, "I win."

I raise an eyebrow and experimentally push back, his leg tensing up as I push. Increasing the pressure and strength I forcibly move the appendage back, both of our legs shaking. Though incredibly stupid and childish, I can't find it in me to care; our eyes never losing contact except to blink. A half-hearted scowl forms on his face and suddenly I'm pushing on nothing but air.

In the blink of an eye the devil-child sits up and grips my green shirt in his pale hands. Pulling me up before he falls back, bringing me down to ungracefully flop down on him. Instinctively, I land arms out, a hand on each side of his head; the grip on my shirt pulling me down to where we're face to face. His nose brushes against mine and I can feel my face flush from the sudden close contact.

Our eyes immediately connect, his hooded as small specks of red play around the edge of the irises. My breath catches in my throat when I feel his hands move. One rising up and caressing my neck before lightly gripping the hair on the nape of my neck, while the other slides onto my lower back. Hot breath ghostly over my lips and almost faintly I can begin to see a pink flush form on the young man's cheeks.

With unexpected force Damien pulls me down, his chest flush with mine. I yelp at the abrupt action, my face pressed into the side of his neck. A deep chuckle echoes in my ear, his lips so close I can feel them move against the skin. The devil deeply sighs and mumbles, "Cute."

The strange gentle hold the noirette has on me slightly tightens and I gasp in shock when I feel his lips on my neck. A shiver racks up my spine as the fangs graze against the tender flesh, the soft but lingering pressure his mouth leaves making my mind reel. Strange words roll off his tongue and into my ear, their pronunciation rough but swirling with foreign emotion.

I try to gingerly push myself away but strong arms just hold me in place, and I begin to feel myself fall into the warm embrace. As the kisses begin to lower to the crook of my neck I suck in a sharp intake of breath between clenched teeth. The nerves that are struck buzzing with pleasure, chasing the small fears away from my thoughts.

The hand in my hair begins running it's fingers through the strands, curling sharply back into the roots as it pushes me closer against Damien's lips. The hand on my lower back moves under my shirt and up and down my spine, the soft ends of his fingers making my muscles twitch. My own hands creep up into the young man's hair, the fingers becoming entangled in the soft mess.

"D-Damien," I softly say, a sharp intake of breath making his chest swell and rise, "Please stop…"

Instantly, the kissing halts and the devil-child pulls my head away from the crook of his neck—our noses once again touching. I had expected to see a scowl on his features or at least slight irritation, but nothing harsh shows on the young man's face. A deep red flush colors his cheeks and neck, and I freeze; the arousal in my lower gut fluttering to life and sending electric shocks through my limbs and heart.

All at once I can feel his every move: every muscle twitch, the rise and fall of his chest, the rapid beating of his heart, and the hardened warmth in his jeans. The heat on my face increases and I'm positive we mirror each other with the redness on our faces. Taking a deep breath, Damien slightly sits up and presses his lips to my forehead.

I can't move nor speak as the soft flesh brushes over my eye and cheek. Lips ghost over the corner of my lips, hooded black eyes sparking red as they stare into mine. My throat closes as I try to speak, unable to form the words. All I can think is how easy it would be to turn my head. To just turn it and feel those lips against mine.

Cautiously, I cock my head, my lips hovering over his. The remaining shambles of my mind cloud over as that alluring scent drawls me in, lulling me to close my eyes shut. But, as I lean forward it's not lips I feel.

Opening my eyes in confusion and feeling slightly miffed I find Damien's hand blocking me from him. The edges of the devil's eyes crinkle in delight and with a groan he sits up, bringing me with him. Removing his hand from my lips, the young man gently pushes me off and stands, raising his hands to the ceiling to stretch.

"I'm tired," the young man states turning off the TV and DVD player, "I'm going to hit the sack early tonight. I'll tell you ahead of time when the next date will be."

I watch him go, bewildered by the sudden turn of events. A smirk lingers on his face. Then, with a bit of bravo the demon-child turns and gives me a short wave before disappearing down the hall; the door to his room clicking as it's locked. I sit there, stunned and frustrated. My pants suddenly a little too tight for comfort and my mind left in a mess. It is then that a fact occurs to me. There had been no horns, tail, or claws…

What the dickens just happened?

A/N: Was that as awkward for you guys to read as it was for me to write?

I can't write fluff. Hell I can't even do romance in real life. Closest thing I get to being romantic is sharing my chocolate with someone and telling them they look pretty.

I love how this is developing though and I hope you guys are too. Let me know what you think by reviewing and (if you want) show me a bit of love by either following or favoriting. Hope to hear from you guys. :)