Summary: Dameon spends some 'quality' time with Fiona...
Warning: Just a bit spicy, not really though.
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Dark lashes patted against his face as he awoke, the sun was just peaking over the tall buildings of South City and the heavy drone of cars were still present in his senses. Glancing over, his sister still slept, her hair tossed a bit from sleep, yet otherwise she looked perfect.
He checked his watch, 5:22. He groaned inwardly. He couldn't figure out why he was up so early, but something must have awaken him. Then he heard it. There was a slight tapping at the door, as if the knocker was worrying about having the correct door or not. He sat up, popping several joints before standing up and walking to the door. He looked through the peephole and felt his heart jump.
He quickly unlatched all the locks that Desiree insisted they use, and smirked to his pride and joy.
"Oh thank God I got the right door!"
Quickly he embraced the firey red-head, clutching her protectively to his chest as she giggled. He breathed in the sweet scent of lavender as she backed away, her eyes just a bit teary. "I haven't seen you three weeks, Dameon." He nodded, smiling at her in a way he never smiled to anyone except maybe Desiree.
"Who's at the door?" grumbled Desiree from underneath a mountain of covers. "No one, go back to sleep," he ordered before stepping outside into the bitterness of morning.
"Aren't you cold?" asked Fiona, holding her small jacket to her figure tightly. Dameon lied and shook his head. "I'm fine." Silence soon fell between them and they stood there, trying to keep from the cold. "Umm...well, how long have you been in South City?" Dameon shrugged, "Just a few days. We met with that guy the other day and then went to this club. When did you get my message? I called you the day we got here."
Fiona nodded, her wavy locks bobbing. "I know, I didn't get home till a day after you left it. My parents you know, always trying to kill my social life off. I had to skip the regionals for cheerleading." Dameon frowned. "I didn't say you had to come. It was just an invintation." Fiona looked up, her lavender eyes smoldering. "I wasn't blaming you, either. I just stated it, alright? Don't get so defensive."
Dameon frowned, they'd never snapped at each other like that before. Fiona looked at her dark blue nails a moment before looking back into his crystal blue eyes. "You wanna go back to my place? My cousin leaves some of his clothes there, uhh, you can wear them if you want?" Dameon nodded and followed her to her small car.
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When Desiree awoke, she found herself alone. She glanced at the beside table. There was a small clock that read, 11:15. "Why did he let me sleep so late?!" she cursed to herself, before leaping out of bed to shower. She flipped on the weather channel for the latest updates and went into the bathroom.
After relieving her very stressed blatter, she hopped into the shower, letting the warm water spray her front. She closed her eyes, pushing her now wet hair back. Where did Dameon go? He was usually good about telling her at least, where he was going. She lathered her hands and began to work the soapy substance into her slick tresses.
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Dameon sat on Fiona's bed as she hussled about the apartment. "I never knew you had a cousin here." Fiona nodded, "Yeah. His name is Todd." Dameon nodded as he took in the messy apartment, which was almost too small for one person to live in without bumping into something. "Where is your cousin?" Fiona looked up from tidying up. "Oh, he's in Princetown with his girlfriend, Angelica. He'll be gone for two weeks since his first term is over."
Dameon nodded as she ran about the apartment. Before ten minutes was up the place looked habitable. The two talked for quite some time about everything. School, life, family...everything. Soon though, both were growing restless. They were teenagers and hormones were racing at the thought of an empty apartment all to themselves.
Fiona abruptly pushed Dameon onto his back and stradled his hips, kissing his lips lightly. "I've missed you so much, Dameon." He smirked before she kissed him once again, this time battling his tongue for dominance, which she soon lost. He kissed her in a way he'd never kissed anyone.
She pressed her entire being into him and soon they were panting at the rate everything was going. This was the farthest he and Fiona had gone and he thought that perhaps it was time they take the final step...
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Desiree finished applying her mascara and heard the phone ringing. "Hello?" she answered.
"Yes this is the front desk, Miss Tuscon?" came a man's polite voice.
"This is she."
"We have a message from your brother. He gave it to us at six this morning. Shall I read it to or would you like to pick it up personally?"
Desiree considered her brother's temper and descided against it. "I'll come get it, just give me a few minutes."
"That's fine, miss."
Desiree set the phone back on the hook and slipped on her shoes before walking out into the warm air surrounding her. Descending the steps that led from the second floor to the base, she practically ran to the lobby. She met an older woman named, Gloria running the front desk.
"Can I help you, miss?"
Desiree nodded, "Yes, I'm hear for a message? Desiree Tuscon."
The woman flipped through several files before she found a small envelope. "Ah yes, a dark and quite handsome gentleman left it here quite early this morning. He said not to alarm you until twelve this afternoon. Is that alright, miss?" Desiree nodded, as she took the message from the woman's hands.
Sitting down on her bed she opened the envelope to find Dameon's handwriting, dark and sharp. She read aloud:
I went to Fiona's. I'll be back around two. -Dameon
She crumpled the paper in her fist and threw it against the opposite wall. "Damn it, Dameon! I told you not to let her screw this up!!" she spouted angrily. "If he left this at six...then he's been gone for six damn hours," she thought aloud. Glaring at his bed she decided to wait like an angry mother for him. "He's so immature," she growled. "Always thinking of himself."
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Dameon rolled over, pulling Fiona into his bare chest. The room reaked of sex, but he didn't care. He thought that he may love her. 'Love her? Are you stupid?' he spat to himself. His inner argument was interrupted by the stirring angel in his arms. Sleepily she opened her eyes and grinned softly. "Afternoon," she whispered, her voice croaky from screaming.
He felt a bit of smugness enter his pride as her heard the tone of her voice. She lightly carressed his face. "You are incredible," she continued to whisper as she brushed her lips across his so tenderly. Dameon used his thumb to push stray wisps of redish auburn hair from her eyes. He never noticed how unique they really were.
Lavender with specs of teal.
He smirked down at her before glancing at his watch, 12:12. Fiona groaned. "Don't tell me that you're leaving already?" Dameon sighed, relishing in the feel of how soft her skin was agaisnt his. "Not for another hour," he replied smoothly. She glanced at his lips before trailing a pale finger across them. "I have an idea for what we can do?"
Dameon cocked a dark brow. "Oh really?" She nodded before kissing his lips heatedly.
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A/N: Well what is going on with our lil 17? Just have to wait I guess, hee hee. I know this was kind of short, but I didn't want to put so much into this chapter and none into the next. Sooo, what did you think? I almost put the rating higher just to slip a lil lemon in there between Fiona and Dameon, but I don't know. Let me know if you think I should re-write this with a lemon or leave it as it is. Love the reviews as always, guys! :P
Warning: Just a bit spicy, not really though.
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Dark lashes patted against his face as he awoke, the sun was just peaking over the tall buildings of South City and the heavy drone of cars were still present in his senses. Glancing over, his sister still slept, her hair tossed a bit from sleep, yet otherwise she looked perfect.
He checked his watch, 5:22. He groaned inwardly. He couldn't figure out why he was up so early, but something must have awaken him. Then he heard it. There was a slight tapping at the door, as if the knocker was worrying about having the correct door or not. He sat up, popping several joints before standing up and walking to the door. He looked through the peephole and felt his heart jump.
He quickly unlatched all the locks that Desiree insisted they use, and smirked to his pride and joy.
"Oh thank God I got the right door!"
Quickly he embraced the firey red-head, clutching her protectively to his chest as she giggled. He breathed in the sweet scent of lavender as she backed away, her eyes just a bit teary. "I haven't seen you three weeks, Dameon." He nodded, smiling at her in a way he never smiled to anyone except maybe Desiree.
"Who's at the door?" grumbled Desiree from underneath a mountain of covers. "No one, go back to sleep," he ordered before stepping outside into the bitterness of morning.
"Aren't you cold?" asked Fiona, holding her small jacket to her figure tightly. Dameon lied and shook his head. "I'm fine." Silence soon fell between them and they stood there, trying to keep from the cold. "Umm...well, how long have you been in South City?" Dameon shrugged, "Just a few days. We met with that guy the other day and then went to this club. When did you get my message? I called you the day we got here."
Fiona nodded, her wavy locks bobbing. "I know, I didn't get home till a day after you left it. My parents you know, always trying to kill my social life off. I had to skip the regionals for cheerleading." Dameon frowned. "I didn't say you had to come. It was just an invintation." Fiona looked up, her lavender eyes smoldering. "I wasn't blaming you, either. I just stated it, alright? Don't get so defensive."
Dameon frowned, they'd never snapped at each other like that before. Fiona looked at her dark blue nails a moment before looking back into his crystal blue eyes. "You wanna go back to my place? My cousin leaves some of his clothes there, uhh, you can wear them if you want?" Dameon nodded and followed her to her small car.
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When Desiree awoke, she found herself alone. She glanced at the beside table. There was a small clock that read, 11:15. "Why did he let me sleep so late?!" she cursed to herself, before leaping out of bed to shower. She flipped on the weather channel for the latest updates and went into the bathroom.
After relieving her very stressed blatter, she hopped into the shower, letting the warm water spray her front. She closed her eyes, pushing her now wet hair back. Where did Dameon go? He was usually good about telling her at least, where he was going. She lathered her hands and began to work the soapy substance into her slick tresses.
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Dameon sat on Fiona's bed as she hussled about the apartment. "I never knew you had a cousin here." Fiona nodded, "Yeah. His name is Todd." Dameon nodded as he took in the messy apartment, which was almost too small for one person to live in without bumping into something. "Where is your cousin?" Fiona looked up from tidying up. "Oh, he's in Princetown with his girlfriend, Angelica. He'll be gone for two weeks since his first term is over."
Dameon nodded as she ran about the apartment. Before ten minutes was up the place looked habitable. The two talked for quite some time about everything. School, life, family...everything. Soon though, both were growing restless. They were teenagers and hormones were racing at the thought of an empty apartment all to themselves.
Fiona abruptly pushed Dameon onto his back and stradled his hips, kissing his lips lightly. "I've missed you so much, Dameon." He smirked before she kissed him once again, this time battling his tongue for dominance, which she soon lost. He kissed her in a way he'd never kissed anyone.
She pressed her entire being into him and soon they were panting at the rate everything was going. This was the farthest he and Fiona had gone and he thought that perhaps it was time they take the final step...
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Desiree finished applying her mascara and heard the phone ringing. "Hello?" she answered.
"Yes this is the front desk, Miss Tuscon?" came a man's polite voice.
"This is she."
"We have a message from your brother. He gave it to us at six this morning. Shall I read it to or would you like to pick it up personally?"
Desiree considered her brother's temper and descided against it. "I'll come get it, just give me a few minutes."
"That's fine, miss."
Desiree set the phone back on the hook and slipped on her shoes before walking out into the warm air surrounding her. Descending the steps that led from the second floor to the base, she practically ran to the lobby. She met an older woman named, Gloria running the front desk.
"Can I help you, miss?"
Desiree nodded, "Yes, I'm hear for a message? Desiree Tuscon."
The woman flipped through several files before she found a small envelope. "Ah yes, a dark and quite handsome gentleman left it here quite early this morning. He said not to alarm you until twelve this afternoon. Is that alright, miss?" Desiree nodded, as she took the message from the woman's hands.
Sitting down on her bed she opened the envelope to find Dameon's handwriting, dark and sharp. She read aloud:
I went to Fiona's. I'll be back around two. -Dameon
She crumpled the paper in her fist and threw it against the opposite wall. "Damn it, Dameon! I told you not to let her screw this up!!" she spouted angrily. "If he left this at six...then he's been gone for six damn hours," she thought aloud. Glaring at his bed she decided to wait like an angry mother for him. "He's so immature," she growled. "Always thinking of himself."
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Dameon rolled over, pulling Fiona into his bare chest. The room reaked of sex, but he didn't care. He thought that he may love her. 'Love her? Are you stupid?' he spat to himself. His inner argument was interrupted by the stirring angel in his arms. Sleepily she opened her eyes and grinned softly. "Afternoon," she whispered, her voice croaky from screaming.
He felt a bit of smugness enter his pride as her heard the tone of her voice. She lightly carressed his face. "You are incredible," she continued to whisper as she brushed her lips across his so tenderly. Dameon used his thumb to push stray wisps of redish auburn hair from her eyes. He never noticed how unique they really were.
Lavender with specs of teal.
He smirked down at her before glancing at his watch, 12:12. Fiona groaned. "Don't tell me that you're leaving already?" Dameon sighed, relishing in the feel of how soft her skin was agaisnt his. "Not for another hour," he replied smoothly. She glanced at his lips before trailing a pale finger across them. "I have an idea for what we can do?"
Dameon cocked a dark brow. "Oh really?" She nodded before kissing his lips heatedly.
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A/N: Well what is going on with our lil 17? Just have to wait I guess, hee hee. I know this was kind of short, but I didn't want to put so much into this chapter and none into the next. Sooo, what did you think? I almost put the rating higher just to slip a lil lemon in there between Fiona and Dameon, but I don't know. Let me know if you think I should re-write this with a lemon or leave it as it is. Love the reviews as always, guys! :P