Summary

One night out for Ali with too much alcohol to consider, ends in port and pancakes. Add an unexpected saviour and shake well to add spice.

Story Two- Port and Pancakes

“What are you doing here Fritz?” a voice asked as I concentrated on straightening up, fighting to keep the give-away drunken grin from my face as I looked up... way up into cobalt eyes.

“Fritz?” Damien asked with... could that be concern? No... must be the alcohol. Speaking of, I looked to my left hand at my now... empty?... empty bottle.

“Aw, crap!” I cursed, scowling at the bottle. Distantly, I saw Damien raise an eyebrow in that quirky and annoyingly mysterious way he has... it’s like his trademark or something... “Stupid empty bottle.” I growled, dropping it on the floor, not caring if it smashed or not and looking around for more, “Could’ve sworn that had more in it.” I mumbled to myself.

“What are you looking for, Fritz?” the demon-man asked... stupid hot, mysterious, totally yummy demon-man...

“C’mon now Fritz, I’m not stupid, that’s not very nice.” He said with a smirk heavy in his voice, “I may be all those other things, admittedly, but certainly not stupid.”

“What the hell are you on about?” I asked... seriously, the guy was weird, “Where’d it go?” I mumbled... well, I thought I had but he answered any way.

“What in all hells are you looking for?” he asked and I spun on him.

“I,” I poked his chest, “am looking for... wait... what? Oh, alcohol! That’s it. My drinks gone and I want more.” I told him, poking his chest again. I found it fascinating that my finger left an indent when I poked him hard enough and stared at the spot, poking him numerous other times until he stopped me.

“Why’d you stop me?” I whined, trying to tug my hand away from his two big ones.

“That actually hurts you know.” He said, waving my hand around making me dizzy (because I followed it, duh!) “I think you need to sit down.” He said all of a sudden and I grinned at him and shook my head then stopped as the room was spinning a little.

“I’m fine... once the damn room stays still!” I growled and pouted at the same time.

Next thing I knew I was standing supported by two really strong and really warm arms. Maybe I wasn’t so good after all... just maybe.

“You definitely need to sit, Ali.” Demon-man said... wait, he’s being nice so... maybe he’s not so much of a demon-man anymore, “What do you eat? You feel like a whale.”... okay, so maybe he’s back to being a demon-man now.

“Pig.” I mumbled and the stupid git chuckled.

“C’mon. Can you walk?” he asked and stood me on my feet. I went to tell him I was perfectly fine but then my legs sort of... gave out and someone giggled, bitch-wait... that was me...

“Guess not.” He mumbled, “Let’s get you out of here.” He said more loudly then picked me up bridal-style and carried me away like one of those... bridal people... girls...

“Where’re we goin’?” I asked, looking around as he walked.

“I’m taking you home. Would you quit that?” he asked and I know I looked at him weird, “Your hand, Fritz.” He growled.

I located my hands, which had made themselves comfortable over his shoulders. One was lying there over his chest like a good hand but the other one was running back and forth through the hair near the bottom of his head, near where his neck starts... traitorous hand. I scowled at it and wrapped it around the back of his neck instead then grinned, bobbing my head to the music... in my head...

I missed him rolling his eyes but I know he did it... he always does.

& & &

Next thing I knew we were stopped out the front of a house... oh, his house. I grinned, clapping.

“Since when did we get here?”

“Since we pulled up at your house and you screamed that you didn’t want to go in.” Damien growled, suddenly appearing around my side of the car, opening the door.

“Oh... did I?” I asked, not recalling but not really caring either. He nodded, mumbling something under his breath. Stinker.

“Come on Fritz, its freezing out here. Help me out a little, would you?”

“Sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

I unclipped the seatbelt with a fumble and was flying... well... not really.

“You’re going to have to stand for a second. I need to grab my key.” Damien explained, putting me on the ground. He was nice enough to lean me up against the doorframe as he unlocked his house and helped me inside, kicking the door shut.

“Where’re we going?”

“Upstairs. Let’s go.” He sighed when I fell up one of the stairs... I mean, who puts stairs there anyway! Pft! I was flying again... nope, he just picked me up again. “Fritz, you’re hand.”

Stupid hand. I swear it was out of my own control. It just... liked his hair, that was all. I mean, it was soft and smooth and... nice. I sighed and hummed to myself. Why can’t I have nice hair... oh, you know what else is nice. Pancakes!

“D’you have any pancakes?”

“Pancakes?” He looked at me funny... then again, he always did. He didn’t seem to care my hand was still playing with his hair so I didn’t stop it.

‘Yup. Pancakes... and port.” I grinned, looking around as he took me into a room. I’d never been into his room before. It was big... and messy.

“Port?” he laughed, putting me on the bed.

“Yum. I had some port at Aunt Maggie’s wedding... I think it made me sick but I can’t remember. Everyone else always likes port though so I must... well... I should, shouldn’t I?”

“I dunno Fritz. I really don’t know.” He smiled, shaking his head... at me? Pig.

“Well... can I have some pancakes?” I asked, tipping my head at him then frowning as the room danced again.

“Lay down, okay. I don’t want you being sick everywhere... I’m not cleaning it up.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“Don’t get snippy-“

“I’m not snippy. You’re an ass.” I scowled and rolled over, pulling the blankets over my head. Something... growled?... and landed on me. Admittedly, I squeaked and tried to roll away, only earning a spinning head.

The blankets were tugged off my head and Damien smirked down at me, snatching up my wrists and pinning them to the pillow. Scowling up at him I tried to squirm away... honest... only I didn’t get that far. He’s a big guy and it’s not fat... all muscle... all of it.

“You wanna get off?”

“On you...?” he grinned and it took a second for his meaning to get through my alcohol-muddled brain before I scowled some more.

“You really are a pig. Filthy perve.”

“Hmmm.” He just kept on grinning that infuriating... grin. Argh! What the...? He buried his head in my neck and... bit me? I squeaked again, jumping.

“Get off.” I shrieked, only making him laugh more. Then... you know what the pig did? Tickled me.

Just in case you didn’t know... I am probably the most ticklish person in the entire world. And he damn well knew it.

“Damien... stop it...” I managed between laughs, tears starting in my eyes. I must’ve started sobering up because I finally noticed how close we had gotten to each other... or maybe it was the alcohol making me hyper aware. Either way I sort of froze mid-tickle, staring at him.

“Fritz...”

I scowled again, turning away from him... turning my head at least.

“Why d’you call me that?” I elaborated at his frown, rambling, “You never call me by my name, and it’s always ‘Fritz’. I don’t even know where you got that from. I mean... What does it even stand for? Nobody else ever calls me that and-”

I was rudely interrupted when... when his lips came crashing down on mine, pressing me into his mattress. Worst of all? Worst of all I found myself kissing him back. It’s okay though... because I was drunk and alcohol is my alibi...

Damn my wandering hands! They managed to slip themselves around his neck, pulling him closer to me, pulling his body onto mine. Alcohol is my alibi... but I’m not sure anyone would believe it... not really.

“Damien...”

“Shut up, Ali.” He ordered, smiling as he sealed his lips over mine again, peeling away the blankets.

“Kay.”

& & &

I woke slowly the next morning, stretching in the abnormally huge bed... mine wasn’t this big usually... wait... I blinked awake, more so at least and sat up, tugging the sheet up around my chest... mind you, I was nude and couldn’t remember why...

I jumped as a door I hadn’t noticed opened, steam billowing out and Damien wandering into the bedroom, a towel hanging low on his hips as he rubbed his hair with another. He looked up and there was a short ‘deer in the headlights’ moment as we stared at each other.

Looking at his muscled chest, memories started flooding back and I blushed, dropping my eyes and chewing my lip. I thought I heard him sigh then the bed creaked under his weight as he sat on the edge, dropping the towel in his hands on the ground.

“Fritz... Ali.” he sighed again, taking my hands and I looked up at him. I’d expected a grin or a smirk, something telling me it had been a joke, a dare... that I was a joke... but I hadn’t expected what I’d gotten. Damien, all mighty god of swooning looked... nervous... shy... I couldn’t help but smile.

He licked his lips, seemed to be looking at me for something, looking at me hard as if he was trying to read something in my face. His lips twisted into a small grin at what he found, I suppose, though it lacked its usual overconfidence.

“Are... are you okay with this?” he asked tentatively, motioning between the two of us. I shrugged... believe it or not, it had been my first time... or times and if I’d been sober I would have been scared as hell... and I never would have thought of losing my virginity to Damien of all people.

“Yeah... I think so.” I hesitated then smiled a little, “Just promise you won’t go ‘round bragging and stuff... like in the movies.”

“Promise.” He laughed, giving my hands a squeeze then pulling me into his lap for a hug.

We sat there for a while, just thinking. “You sure you’re okay though?”

It was my turn to laugh and nod, hugging him again,

“Yeah. Promise. Thank you.”

“I knew it was your first time... and I just... I didn’t think at the time. I’m sorry.” He mumbled, burying his head in my hair sheepishly.

“I think you might have gotten intoxicated off my alcohol fumes.” I offered, grinning, giving him a squeeze around the waist.

“Nope.” He murmured against my neck, lips brushing over my skin making me shiver. “I am sorry though... I should’ve stopped... I should have-”

“Shut up.” I silenced him, dipping my head away from his mouth and pressing a finger to his lips. “I’m a big girl, you know.”

“Oh yeah, you’re huge.” He rolled his eyes, cradling me in his lap, “You’d snap in a strong wind, Fritz. You’re all skin and bones.” He wrapped a hand around my wrist, almost encasing it twice over to prove his point.

“You’re just abnormally large.” I complained before thinking.

“Well... now that you know...” he grinned, making his eyebrows dance suggestively. I rolled my eyes, mimicking him as I smacked at his shoulder.

“Again, shut up. You’re such a guy.” I growled, though I was smiling... just a little. Damien just grinned, nuzzling my neck, his breath tickling my skin.

“You love it.”

“Hmph.”

“Admit it.” He teased, nipping at my neck sharply, laughing at my involuntary squeak, holding me steady when I would have jumped away from him, “Admit it Ali. You love it.”

I shuddered as my name rolled off his lips, coming to crash against my cheek as he lifted his head to watch me. The look in his eyes told me nothing, though the wall that had come down over his emotions gave me a clue of what he was protecting himself from. Rejection. Disappointment.

Vaguely, I was pretty sure what my friends would say and I was absolutely certain that my mother would tell me I was insane. Damien was, after all, the boy who had terrorised me for a good eight years, made me cry more often than not and been the cause of plenty of curses I had used over time.

Instead of answering him, despite his sudden seriousness, I grinned and dipped my head to catch his lips. He was surprised, needless to say, but he recovered quickly, not at all disappointed, or so I hoped. Throwing him off-balance again, I shoved him away before standing to search out my clothes, the sheet wrapped around me. Damien lay blinking on his bed, staring up at the ceiling for a few breaths then sat up slowly, eyeing me.

“What are you doing, Fritz?” he asked, completely bewildered by my actions, not to mention the grin I couldn’t seem to wipe off my face.

“I’m hungry and if I remember rightly, you promised pancakes.” He hadn’t but I was still hungry.

Damien laughed throatily and stood, surprising me by stepping over and wrapping me in a hug. I felt lips brush against my hair and he gave me a squeeze before stepping back again, still chuckling.

“And port. Don’t forget the port.” He grinned, eyes sparkling at me as he lifted my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. I smiled back.

I knew what people would say but... for some reason, I thought we could give it a go. Even if it ended, I was certain neither of us would regret it. Of that much I was sure.