Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Poprockz]

"Shit!" Damien hissed as the music blasted out. He grabbed the remote and quickly turned the volume down to an acceptable level. Although, come to think of it, it wouldn't really matter if one of those freaks showed up. He was living out his last days, after all. A bullet for the zombie, and a bullet to keep to himself.

His face turned back to the screen as he watched, a smile on his face as he saw Cora in that dorky little outfit. She was so cute, so adorable. She was so much younger, but it was unmistakably her. The kid next to her looked very similar to her as well. Quinton? That was her brother, right? So this was the guy she had called out to. They looked close, their mannerisms easygoing and joyful around one another. It must have been nice having a sibling for her, someone to get into trouble or play games with.

Damien chuckled as they danced, popping another mouthful of eggs into his mouth as he enjoyed the cute little performance. However, he had to set his bowl down when he heard the voice of the man off-camera. Was that her father. He watched as the man stood behind her with his hand on her shoulder and on her hair. He stiffened, suddenly not so amused by the video. Both of the children seemed uncomfortable with him, and Damien dared not try to imagine what the man might need forgiveness for.

Suddenly, he wasn't so hungry anymore.

BOOM!!

Damien practically jumped out of his skin when the gunshot rang out, the TV shattering in front of him. He tried to move down on the couch and ended up losing his balance and tumbling down. He stayed there for a moment, wondering if this was it, if this was his time. It would be a lot kinder than most things, so perhaps it was a blessing in disguise.

And then he heard it. It was her voice, scratchy and icy, but hers nonetheless. How was she here? Was he hallucinating? There was no way that she was here in the flesh. He slowly stood up with wide eyes, looking at her in disbelief.

"...Cora?" he said hesitantly. "I-You're alive! I thought you were- I mean it didn't look like anyone- I just..." He couldn't seem to get a full sentence out as he stuttered in front of her.

 

[Drobabes]

If she had still had a heart to be broken, his stuttering and tripping on his words would have done it. Her face softens, just a little, as she takes him in.

He looked clean compared to herself. She had barely slept, was covered in blood, and she hadn't bothered to try and clean the puke off the front of her shirt. She wanted to cry, seeing him alive and healthy and apparently unaffected by whatever was changing people, but she had nothing left to give.

She looks away from him, her gaze slow, almost as slow as the walkers outside. Her hand lifts the bottle to her lips and she drinks once more. When she finally puts it down, she starts heading for the stairs.

"I'm glad you're alive Damien, I really am."

When she gets about halfway up the stairs, she hisses back at him.

"Don't follow me!"

She didn't know if he was or wasn't, and honestly she wouldn't have really cared, but, she knew the minute that he touched her she was going to come undone. Right now, she was safe. She was numb.

Her feet take her past her bedroom, ignoring her open door completely, and stopping in front of the second guest bedroom. She unlocks the door while still holding onto the bottle, and when she steps inside, she whines.

It was exactly how she had left it. His hiking gear propped up by the closet door, his metal baseball bat on the end of the bed, and his photo of him, Sarah, and herself at the local pub sitting by the nightstand. Next to it was a brand new baseball and catching mitt.

She didn't feel the gun slip out of her fingers as she staggered forward, nor did she notice when the booze dropped and made a horrible mess on the carpet. All she knew was that that baseball felt good clutched in her fingers, and it felt even better as she pulled her arm back and let it fly through the window, sending broken pieces of glass flying. Her chest heaved and shook, and as she picked up the metal bat, she noticed how cold it felt in her hands. It felt good.

Suddenly she felt destructive.

Starting with the picture on the nightstand, she swung hard and sent it flying across the room. Then she was hitting the stand itself, smashing it until broke and splintered, and when it wouldn't break down further, she made her way to the closet doors.

"Fucking bitch!" She screams.

"You fucking ate him! How could you fucking eat him?! He loved you!"

She could barely see through her tears, but what she could see was tinged with red.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien saw her face shift to a more forgiving expression and he looked at her hopefully. The fact that she was alive made his heart swell with joy, the light of hope having been reignited within him. He had been taking a few steps toward her when she started up the stairs, taking her words to mean that she was happy he was here.

He was confused when she hissed at him, though, not knowing what was going on with her. Was she conflicted, still angry at him for what he had done? Or maybe she was drunk and simply in a grumpy mood. When she disappeared up the stairs, he hesitated for a moment before following her at a safe distance.

Her whine was heard as he leaned against the wall outside the room, and he wished that he could go in there without upsetting her. However, when he heard the crash, he jumped into the door frame and looked for the source of the commotion. She was screaming and swinging the bat drunkenly. From what he could deduce, she had lost someone dear to her, consumed by his wife or girlfriend. His heart went out to Cora, but he felt a jolt of adrenaline as he realized that she was being extremely loud.

Springing into the room, he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her tightly. In a desperate tone, he said, "Cora! Stop! You're being too loud, they'll hear us!" For the first time since he had been there, he was afraid of them. Now that he had something to lose, he couldn't bear losing her to whatever the fuck they had become. They were drawn by noise, and if there were any in the building, it was likely that they would be wandering around until they found them. Either that, or it would make it difficult to escape the building later with them gathered around the base.

 

[Drobabes]

She was in such a state of rage, literally seeing red, that his desperate actions only made her more angry.

She drops the bat so that her hands can push and beat against his arms, trying to get him to let go. The booze coursing through her system made her muscles weak, however, and she doesn't realize just how ineffective this is.

"No! Let me go! It's your fault! If I hadn't been stuck at your fucking cabin, I could have made it to him! I could have been there! He wouldn't have had to die alone, I could have!...I could have..."

Her knees buckle under her as the fight slowly leaves her and she crumples to the ground. Her chest heaves and she wails, bending over into a fetal position.

Nothing she said was true. The last message he had sent her was from that first day that she had left her phone in her car and gone on that hike. Even if she hadn't missed his call, she couldn't have drove to him in time. He would have already been dead by the time she got there. No, the anger in her words were stemming from a deep, dark place in her soul. A place where she held onto a hatred of herself that burned her every action and made her regret ever being born. It was her fault they had been abused, it was her fault he had met Sarah, and now it was her fault that he had died alone. He had always been there for her, and when he needed her the most, she hadn't even been by the phone, to simply comfort him before the end.

"Why did it have to be him? Damien, why him? He's all I had left!"

She reaches out and smacks the bat away, bruising her hand badly in the process, but barely feeling it.

 

[Poprockz]

He doesn't let her go when she bats at his arms, holding her snugly as she raged against him. The man was still trying to get her to calm down when he heard what she had to say next.

"It's your fault! If I hadn't been stuck at your fucking cabin, I could have made it to him!"

Damien's mouth drops open and he can't find the strength to keep her in his arms as she slowly sinks to the floor. His hands shake as he looks down at them, the horror of what she had said crashing through him like a bolt of lighting. He had been keeping her there against her will, and while she seemed to have had a good time in the end, her "good time" had meant that something precious to her was now lost.

Shame and self-loathing slipped into his bloodstream like poison, flowing through his veins as he stood speechless over the wailing woman. It was his fault, it was almost as though he had been the one to pluck the other man from her life. His selfishness and greed had come back to bite him, though he wasn't the one suffering the consequences, it was the sweet woman before him who deserved so much better than that.

"I'm sorry, Cora. God, I'm so sorry!" He choked, falling to his knees and curling up next to her. Damien reached out and pulled her to him, squeezing her firmly against his chest as he continued, "I'm so sorry... Cora..." Damien wished he could take it back, take everything back. Every kiss, every touch. Maybe if he hadn't taken her, they wouldn't be lying on the floor, sobbing and shaking.

 

[Drobabes]

Despite the awful things she had thrown in his face, despite the rage and fear and utter, crushing pain she felt at losing Quint, Cora was not so lost as to be blind to Damien's own pain and the obvious guilt in his words.

Her arms reach out and wrap around his back, and she lays her head in his chest as she sobs, not trusting herself in that moment to speak. She wanted to die. She had come home to die, but now she had waisted her last bullet and she didn't know what to do.

...

It's a long few minutes of quiet sobbing before she manages to choke anything out.

"I'm sorry!"

She has to swallow hard, and even then, she doesn't dare lift her face or let him go.

"It's not your fault. It's not Sarah's fault. She-she never would have hurt him. She would have killed herself before hurting him."

Suddenly it felt immensely important that he know this; that she correct what she said. She loved Sarah. She loved her as much as she loved Quint, and she didn't want anyone, not even herself, thinking badly of her.

 

[Poprockz]

He simply cried softly with her, not making a sound as the tears kept coming. The bottle of alcohol was soaking into his pants, getting the pair of panties slightly hanging out of his pocket slightly damp as well.

His lip wobbled as she apologized, his arms holding her a bit tighter. "There's no need to be sorry, it's okay." he said softly, reassuringly.

She was so kind, trying to tell him that it wasn't his fault, but he knew better than that. While it seemed she wanted to alleviate his guilt, he knew his guilt was not misplaced. Had he not grabbed her, she would have been able to go to him or at least say goodbye. He had stolen that opportunity from her, and he couldn't take it back. He struggled to stop crying, taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

This wasn't about himself. No matter what guilt he might be feeling right now, it was she who was in the most pain and needed the most attention. Damien resolved to cry on his own time, perhaps once she was asleep. Fragile, though he was, he stopped crying and calmed himself down.

"I didn't know either of them, but it sounds like they were important to you. I'm sorry, Cora. I wish whatever the fuck is going on hadn't happened." He leaned his head against her hair, inhaling her scent from the source. He had been in her apartment for a day, but she still smelled better than anything he could imagine.

 

[Drobabes]

"...I wish whatever the fuck is going on hadn't happened."

Her body shakes with new vigor, more sobs bursting from her lips as his words bring on a fresh wave of pain. All she can do is cling to him and let it run its course.

Finally, after a long while, she loosens her grip and wipes her face. She tries to stand up but finds her legs too weak to hold her. All she wanted was a goddamn shower, but her body wouldn't even allow her that.

Suddenly angry again, she pushes herself up off the floor with both her hands and, swaying badly, starts to make her way towards the door. If she couldn't get herself in the shower, then at least she could get herself to the sink to wash her face.

 

[Poprockz]

He watched her get up, concerned about the way she was so unsteady on her feet. Damien stood and followed after her, trying to see where she was going. She looked like she was heading for the bathroom, so he reached out and pulled her against him by her waist to make sure she had something to steady herself with.

Once they were in there, he looked her over. She was covered in blood and what looked like puke. “I think some hot water would do you some good,” he said softly.

Reaching out, he started to take off her clothes, raising the shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor. He moved his arms behind her and deftly unlatched her bra, moving his hands to her pants and undoing those as well. While he did pull down her pants and help her step out of them and her underwear, he made no moves to undress himself, instead leading her over to the shower and turning it on.

Once it was at a nice temperature, he flicked the water off his hand and lowered the cover on the toilet seat, sitting down and waiting for her to step in. He might have joined, but he felt like she might need some space right now, and he was a bit concerned about the noise she had made. He wanted to be alert in case he started hearing thuds or pounding on the door.

“Let me know if you need anything, okay?” He said, crossing his legs and leaning back.

 

[Drobabes]

She nodded 'yes' just before she stepped into the water. For a long moment she just stood there under the hot stream, her hands placed against the shower wall as her head hung down and let the water wash away the past days combined filth. Her eyes stare at the floor numbly, and it isn't until it starts to spin a little that she realizes she needs to scrub herself and get out of there so she can sit down.

She keeps one hand on the wall as she uses the other to just wipe clean water over her face and arms, down her neck and back through her hair. She could take a proper shower with soap tomorrow, for right now, she just wanted the main grime off.

Bringing her hand down to her hip, she realizes she's still wearing the patch she had stuck on, and while it was good for a few more days, in that moment it annoyed her immensely. She lets go of the wall and focuses all her attention on it to peel it off and toss it in the trash. Suddenly she brings her arms back up to the wall, feeling her stomach flip.

"Damien, can you go make sure I locked the deadbolt when I came in?"

The door only mildly concerned her, as she was pretty sure she did lock it. What she actually wanted was a chance to puke in peace without him seeing her. It was wasn't something she could help, but it was embarrassing all the same, and she waited until he left the room to even turn the shower off. Once he was down the stairs, she grabbed two towels. Once she left folded and laid it on the floor in front of the toilet so she wouldn't hurt her knees, and the other she wrapped around her shoulders.

For the next ten minutes she hung over that porcelain throne, spinning and feeling as if her very stomach was going to come up with each heavy heave. She flushed the toilet multiple times, and when it was finally done, she rinsed her mouth in the sink, then sunk back down and laid her face on it, closing her eyes. She was beyond caring about etiquette and if that was a gross thing to do. Besides, she knew her house and how clean she kept her bathroom, and right now that cold toilet seat felt amazing against her skin and she was completely content to fall asleep there.

 

[Poprockz]

He nodded and got up quickly, striding out of the bathroom in his coatless suit with purpose. Making his way down to the door, he sighed in relief as he discovered that she had indeed secured the door. His ear was put against the door, listening for sounds of shuffling or moaning, but he didn't hear any as of yet. Damien relaxed a bit and slowly headed upstairs, pausing near the bathroom as he heard her vomit.

The man figured she might need some privacy, so he quietly passed the bathroom and went to her room, looking around for something to do. Part of him was itching to watch the other blue-ray, especially since it detailed possibly raunchy activities during her 21st birthday. He knew it wasn't probably right, but he grabbed her laptop off her desk and brought it to the bed, opening it and praying she didn't have a passcode. YES! She did not, and he was instantly able to access it. He was tempted to look through her computer history, but he restrained himself.

Damien set the computer down and quietly slipped downstairs to grab the disks before coming back up. The disk was eagerly taken out and loaded into the laptop as he scooted back against the pillows and got comfy. He didn't think she would be super forthcoming about her past, so he liked the idea of being able to peek into a window to her little adventures.

The computer whirred into action, starting the video as he looked excitedly at the screen, the pair of semen-coated underwear forgotten on the bed next to him.

 

[Drobabes]

The camera came to life with the sounds of laughter and music, but at first the lighting was too dark to make anything out. After about thirty seconds the lighting suddenly brightened and a bar table with many drinks came into view. Whoever was fiddling with the camera picked it up quickly and focused the lens.

Sitting at the table was the boy from the first CD, although now he was all grown up into a man. He still had a similar black baseball cap, but now he sported some short stubble around his chin and jaw. The camera zoomed in on his face until his blue eyes took up a large portion of the screen. He stared at the person holding the device, then suddenly screwed up his face as he crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out. The camera shook slightly as it zoomed out, then panned over to Cora.

She was leaning against the table with a red drink in her hands, and she looked absolutely smashed. Her hair was much longer, well past her shoulders, and she was wearing a little black cocktail dress. Her eyes looked up at the the lens and she gave it a big grin.

"Are you the camera man tonight, Sarah?"

Her voice was slurred just a little.

"Yes I am baby doll" Sarah answered.

"And guess what Cora."

Cora's smile faultered slightly, hearing something in her friends tone of voice.

"Since Quint already had his birthday dance, it's your turn! Guess what song I picked? Come on, guess!"

Cora knitted her brows and reached for her drink, refusing to meet the women's gaze now.

"Cascaaada!~ Evacuate the dance floor!~"

Cora just about spit her drink out as she looked up at Sarah with wide eyes.

"Oh my god Sarah, you did not! I am not dancing to that teenage shit!"

The camera shook again, presumably from laughter, and a man's voice off screen, (perhaps Quint), could be heard saying "do it! Do it!".

"Oh, I think it's coming on right now, you better get out there girl!"

Cora groaned loudly and pushed her drink aside as she stood, and the camera panned out to watch her. The dress barely came down to cover her ass, and the low heeled black shoes she wore made it very noticeable. Giving a final look over her shoulder, Cora stuck her tongue out then started dancing.

The camera shifts a bit as it is put down on the table, and then it gets adjusted to watch the scene without having to be held. As Cora is out there doing her thing, Sarah begins to talk.

"So Quint, what did I tell you? This place is nice, right?"

"It is, but I think I know of somewhere that might be even nicer."

Suddenly Sarah was giggling and laughing, and then they quieted down and just the music was heard.

"Oh, oh, look. Someones already making a move on Cora. These damn boys can't resist her sexy ass."

As Cora danced to the beat, and quite well too, moving her hips in a very seductive manner and pulling her hair up, a man approached her from the bar. He was a tall guy, and buff, and he had a hungry gaze in his eyes as he approached her with a cocky smile and offered her his hand. She returned the smile and took it, letting him lead her for a moment in the dance. However, when he started to get a little too grabby for her liking, she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back just a little. She had a good humoured smile on her lips as she did it, though, and she seemed to be laughing. Then they continued to dance for a few more seconds.

Suddenly the man placed his hands on her hips and leaned over to whisper something in her ear, and as he stepped back with that cocky grin still on his face, Cora pulled her arm back and clocked him right in the eye.

"Quint!" Sarah screamed, but it wasn't necessary. The camera shook as her brother jumped over the table and was behind her in seconds, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her to his chest. The look in her eyes was a mixture of anger and something else. Not fear, but something stronger, closer to dread. Then the camera shut off.

About two solid seconds later, it clicked back on, and the lens focused on the man who had been dancing with Cora. He now stood on a patio, about ten feet away, and he was smoking a cigarette. His eye was swollen almost shut.

"And now," Sarah's familiar voice said.

"We will see Cora walk out that door, with a bag of ice and apologize to the poor man, in three...two...one."

Sure enough, there she was. She strode up to the man confidently and gently placed the small bag of ice against his eye. The man flinched away for a moment, but then accepted it and they seemed to talk for a moment, then Cora spotted Sarah and walked over to her.

"What did he say?" She asked.

"He said he was sorry for acting like such a pig, and I told him I was sorry for the black eye. Now will you put that camera down already and come dance with me? I don't want anymore attention tonight."

"Fiiine."

The scene switched to the ground before shutting off, and the video ended.

 

[Poprockz]

He watched, amused as he saw a 21-year-old Cora, drunk and having a good time. From what he was gathering, she and her brother had been extremely close, like siblings that were also best friends. She was so carefree, just enjoying the night and taking full advantage of the fact she could now drink in public.

Damien marveled at her beautiful form, her sexy little dress, the way she moved when she danced. Part of him hoped that maybe someday he would able to see her dance like that, such graceful movements and sexual energy. The very sight of it made his cock stir, the man adjusting his pants slightly while glancing around to make sure she wasn't watching him.

The scene continued to play out, Damien frowning when the other man came to her. He looked like your average schmuck: cocky, arrogant, and drunk. The irony of Damien thinking this about another man didn't even occur to him as he continued to eye the man from the past. He was half-convinced that Cora might humor him and go home with him until she clocked him in the eye. His eyes widened, and he grinned, exceedingly pleased at the way the man had been told to back the fuck up.

Though, his grin faded into a confused smile as he saw the way her brother grabbed and held her. It was almost as though he was afraid that she might break if she was handled too roughly. His mind went to the previous video and a pit was felt in his own gut. What had happened to them? Had their father... taken advantage of them? Of Cora? The very thought made his blood boil, and his stomach nauseous. He knew what it was like to have a father who shouldn't have been allowed to live in the first place, and he hoped to god that Cora hadn't been touched.

He tried to distract himself by watching the rest. She had such a strong punch, Damien marveled at the damage she had done to the guy's eye. He wondered if she had done it before. The video ended and he sighed, suddenly a bit reluctant to watch any of the others. He was a bit afraid of what he might find.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora jolted awake, not having realized she had fallen asleep on the floor. Despite the towel on her shoulders, she felt really cold. After another flip of her stomach, she manages to get herself up and drag herself to her room.

She looks at Damien briefly, noticing what he was doing, but she was so sick and miserable at that point that she didn't care. He had already, as far as she knew, watched those videos, so why waste the energy being mad? She would talk to him about it later, after some sleep.

She walks over to her bed, her eyes pausing briefly on her soiled underwear. She glares at him as she pulls her blanket back, but says nothing. After she crawls in and pulls the blanket up, she meets his steel gaze, eyes she thought she would never see again. She still wasn't sure how she felt about that.

Her hand comes out of the blanket and she pats the spot next to her.

 

[Poprockz]

He jumped as she came into her vision, the man quickly closing the laptop as though he was watching porn or something similarly lewd. Quickly, he puts the computer on the shelf of her bedside table, clearing his throat and looking up just in time to see her glare at him. Damien looks at her, confused, until he notices her pair of underwear on the bed.

He quickly grabbed it and threw the underwear over his side of the bed, his cheeks a bit flushed from the embarrassment of having his own perverted actions being discovered. Normally, he was pretty sexually open, but jerking off into a girl's underwear was just one of those things that one didn't do if they had any inkling that they might be discovered. It made him look like more of a pervert than he was, and he wished he had at least hid them while she was in the bathroom.

"That wasn't done like just now... I mean, I didn't think you were coming back..." he mumbled, looking away from her for a moment before meeting her eyes apologetically. "Sorry about that."

Damien's eyes go to the spot she patted before flicking back up to her face. Leaving his slacks and shirt on, he wiggled down under the covers and scooted toward her. He didn't expect to be the little spoon, so he faced her and simply enjoyed the feeling of having her near him. He couldn't believe she was alive. It scared him, but made him so grateful to be there with her.

"Are you feeling any better?"

 

[Drobabes]

The question picked at her nerves and made her want to be mean. She had just drove for over twenty hours in the last two days, found out she had lost the only family she had left, and had drank like a fish making her puke her guts up in the bathroom. On top of this, she had come home to find him going through all of her shit and completely breaking through her sense of privacy. Granted, he thought she was dead, but that still didn't make it feel any less important.

Was she feeling better? No, she wasn't.

Her eyes close for a moment and she takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She knew that's not what he was trying to ask, and despite her pain, she was glad to see him. Besides, he had probably lost someone too.

When she opens her eyes again, she stares deeply into his.

"Not really" she finally answers.

Her hand reaches up to stroke his cheek, and her eyes wonder his face.

"I didn't think I was ever going to see you again."

 

[Poprockz]

He watched her face as she debated on how to answer him. She seemed tired to the bone, physically and emotionally, so he could understand why she had to take a breath before answering. He wished there was something he could do to ease her pain, but all he could do was be there with her.

Damien closed his eyes and sighed as he merely let the feeling of her hand soak into his soul. She was so soft and warm, even if she was numb or far-gone at that point. He reached up and set his hand on hers, holding it to his face and moving to kiss her palm softly.

“I honestly thought you had fled, or worse. You left your keychain with your address on it and I... well, whether you were here or not, there wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to spend my last couple days at.” His steely-grey eyes looked up at her with a bit of sadness, but as he looked at her, he couldn’t help but feel comforted.

 

[Drobabes]

"...there wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to spend my last couple days at."

Her face became concerned and sad for a moment, then just as quickly she let out a sad little laugh that was mixed up with a sob.

"We're a couple of losers aren't we?"

A few tears fall down her face, and she laughs a little again.

"I guess you didn't waist your last bullet like I did, huh?"

 

[Poprockz]

He let out a little chuckle, reaching out and wiping away some of her tears. “Yeah we are, aren’t we? Although, I would like to point out that I’ve been talking to your snake for the past two days, so I might have you beat.”

Damien looked at her and understood what she meant, his own eyes watering. “Nope. I still have a full clip in my silenced pistol.” He wouldn’t tell her that he had planned on using it before everything happened; she didn’t need to know that. All she needed to know was that he couldn’t have asked for something more wonderful than being able to see her again.

“Although... now that we’re here, we might as well just hang out for a while. I never imagined that I would be given the chance to simply be with you again. If you didn’t mind humoring me, maybe you could keep me in your house.” He chuckled and shook his head.

 

[Drobabes]

His hand felt so good on her face that she can't help but close her eyes.

"Although, I would like to point out that I’ve been talking to your snake for the past two days..."

She opened them quickly at that, becoming a little stiff. She had completely forgotten about her pet and she had the urge to go check on him.

"Although... now that we’re here..."

Her body relaxes at what he has to say next, and she smiles. Her snake was fine. She had built that enclosure specifically so that if she couldn't take care of him for a while, he would have everything he needed. The water would take at least a weak to run dry, and the lights were setup on timers, even plugged into a solar powered back up battery if the power got cut. Peace of mind for those days when she just couldn't get her ass out of bed.

Cora scoots up close to him and nuzzles his chest for a moment.

"I wouldn't mind that..."

Her head was pounding hard, but his comforting scent was a nice distraction. She tries to fight off a yawn but it gets the better of her, so she closes her eyes.

 

[Poprockz]

He doesn't answer, simply wrapping his arms around her and kissing her forehead before resting his head against her. Damien angles his body so that he's holding her close to his chest, but that his cock wasn't pressing into her. He was still a bit turned on from seeing her dance in the video, but he knew she wasn't in any shape for anything frisky, and he didn't want her to feel like she needed to take care of him. It would go away on its own later.

"It's a date, then." Damien had a small smile on his face as he closed his own eyes, starting to get a little tired himself. He hadn't thought he was tired, but it was obvious that the stress of the past couple days had worn on him even if he wasn't aware of it.

 

[Drobabes]

She smiled into his chest, trying hard to fight off a second yawn.

"A real date?" she mumbles sleepily. Until he had mentioned it, she forgot all about the note she had left him. She doesn't linger on it though. It was the first time in three days that she felt truly safe, and it doesn't take her long at all to fall asleep.

 

[Poprockz]

"A real date. No handcuffs, I promise. Unless you ask me to." he murmured, a little smirk on his face as he also felt his body succumbing to the inky tendrils of sleep that wrapped around him. He thought to himself that if he died in his sleep, it would be the kindest death he could imagine.

He slept through the evening and through the night, not waking up until the first light of dawn peeked through the window. Yawning, his eyes stayed closed as he stretched and then pulled her close to himself, much like a sleepy cat might. His face nuzzled hers and his breathing slowed down again, letting him doze a bit as his body adjusted.

 

[Drobabes]

His movements pulled her from sleep gently and she smiles as he nuzzles her face. For a few moments she was content to lay there, just feeling comforted. Soon enough though, her waking mind caught up with her and the pain, while not as crushing as the day before, was still fresh. Her head moves under his chin in a weak attempt to hide from reality, but it doesn't last. With a little sigh, she gently rolls over and climbs out of bed, trying not to wake him.

She makes her way to her dresser and pulls out some soft, blue cotton shorts and a loose fitting black T-shirt. She didn't know how or why the electricity was on, but the thermostat in her room was set to a much cooler temp then the rest of her apartment, and she knew downstairs would be stiflingly hot, even after the night air had cooled it. She planned on going down first to set the temp and check on her snake.

 

[Poprockz]

Unlike last time, he immediately woke up upon her moving, though he didn't open his eyes yet. Due to the startling shock of waking up with her gone in the cabin, his ability to sleep as deeply with her had been a bit diminished. It was as though part of him was afraid that he would wake up to find her gone once more with only a note and an ache in his heart.

Damien thought to himself that she might want to get up and use the restroom, have breakfast or coffee, or maybe take another shower. After what she had gone through yesterday, maybe she needed a little space to herself. He could feel his cock poking into his pants, and he wanted to stroke himself badly. He resolved to wait until she was gone to do so. He still had a pair of her underwear in his pocket. Maybe if he hid them afterward, she wouldn't notice what he had done. It wasn't as though he was going to take another pair, but it was already in his pocket... And it was warm from their combined heat.