-Damian POV-
He had gone to Blackbell's house to finally sever his relationship with her. Making it look like the rumors were true was the only way that he could end it. If she hated him, she would never want to be near him again. Despite how much it hurt his heart to think about, he knew this was the right thing to do.
So how the hell was he sitting on Becky Blackbell's couch, his shirt off, next to Anya?
Damian's face turned bright red as she gently ran her fingers across his chest. God she was so close to him. He could feel himself slowly turning to mush under her touch. No. He had to focus-
"Anya, I know that this doesn't make up for what I said."
Her fingers suddenly flew off of his chest, her face flushing a slight pink, though quickly changing back to its normal shade.
"Yes. You're right. So what are you going to do about it?"
Damian's eyes widened. She was right. He hadn't thought that far, since he'd assumed that they'd never even talk again.
Stupid.
He was so stupid.
"Anya, I promise I will never leave you like this again. I will move the fucking stars and the moon and the sun to get to you. I don't care what happens to me as long as I can be with you. I don't think I can ever live right without you again. I feel like I'll go insane every time I leave you, and I don't know what to do," He felt breathless, like someone had sucked out everything from him. He had laid himself bare to her and come completely undone. What would she say? Would she reject him?
She should, he thought as Anya sat there quietly looking at him. What was she thinking?
"Damian. I don't believe that. How can you say that so easily one moment but then say such horrible things about me to my face the next? I don't think that I can trust you anymore, but I'm going to try anyway."
She leaned in, pushing him down on the couch, and pressed her lips against his, her pink hair brushing against his face, his face feeling warm as all his blood rushed there. The kiss seemed to go on for eternity, and when they finally separated, he was breathless,
"Anya," He whispered, still lying flat on the couch with her on top of him, "what are we doing?"
Anya smiled softly,
"I don't know, Damian Desmond, what are we doing? Are we lovers? Are we friends? I think we need to decide."
Damian blushed at the word lovers.
"I have enough friends already. I don't need anymore."
Anya smirked,
"So we're strangers?"
Damian turned a bright red at such a horrific thought,
"No. I'm yours, if you want me."
Anya smiled, pressing another kiss to his lips, this one so short. He wished for more. He wanted to consume her. To be with her. Oh, to be the pencil that she wrote with so he could always be in her hands. To be the lip gloss she wore so he would always touch her lips-
"And how should I have you, Damian Desmond?"
Damian blushed even harder, covering his face with his left arm,
"Any way you chose. Just take me."
Anya sat up, laughing softly,
"Good boy. I would but I don't think it would be right to do it here on my Becky's leather couch." She leaned in his ear whispering, her hot breath against his sensitive ears and neck,
"But what if I took you on your bed, in your room, Damian Desmond? I think you would like that very much"
She backed off smirking,
"We should go to the dance together, shouldn't we Damian Desmond?"
Damian felt so flustered, he could barely eke out a single word, merely nodding bashfully.
Anya smirked again,
"See you then, Sy-on Boy."
He slowly sat up, walking towards the door. God she probably thought he was such a dumbass not being able to respond to such flirtations. God he was for sure such a dumbass.
"Good bye, Anya."
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