(Beautiful_Disgrace) A Blossoming Love Story (Tr1ckY_1337)

Would she leave him after this? Probably not. The time and dedication they had both poured into each other was what would hold them together after this. But they would never be able to look at each other the same, and she wasn't sure how long it would take for her to forgive him. She flinched when he told her to shut up, not used to having him really be this upset with her. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she realized that she was the cause of her beloved snapping this way. She was the reason why they were going to start questioning their love for each other. She was the reason why he was in so much pain right now, having to bottle these feelings up for years.

She had no one to blame but herself.

She looked away when he stared at her wet virginal cunt. She was so ashamed about how turned on she was despite the fact that she was begging him to stop. Part of her was also questioning if she was really liking him being this way, so forceful and assertive. She loved Damian but she remembered times where she wished he was a little more aggressive. Was this really what she wanted? No. That was the wine talking. She wanted to save it for marriage. She didn't want this at all. Her body stiffened as he ran his fingers across her slit, sending a new wave of pleasure over her body. It was also the first time she had ever experienced anything like this. She hadn't even masturbated before in her life. When his fingers hit her clitoris, she couldn't hold back her moans anymore.

As he began rubbing her swollen clit, she simply got wetter and started squirming again. Only this time she didn't want to get away. She was doing it because she couldn't control herself. It was almost as if she was grinding against his fingers. Suddenly his fingers slid down to her entrance, and pushed. She cried out as his finger sunk deeper and deeper into her, and she tightened around it almost instantly. "Damian!" She gasped. It didn't hurt, but it was really uncomfortable. At the same time though, it felt good. She was confused and she had no idea what she wanted. One thing was for sure though, she could feel some kind of pressure building in between her legs, and she thought that she was getting close to her first orgasm already.

The way she moaned his name made him shiver in delight once more. If only she had been honest sooner than this, and if only she had thrown caution to the wind and carried on past second base. This was very much the wine's fault, as Damian would never blame anything on sweet Marisa. She may have been old fashioned, wanting to be abstinent and remain pure till graduation or wedding day, but that was her and her choice. And he meant it earlier when he loved everything about her, including the cons. However, being drunk, demons liked to arise that no one wishes to unleash. And these demons loved to ruin wonderful things. Damian could already imagine how Marisa might stare at him now. In fear or sorrow, trying to avoid his gaze. He fought back his own tears during this moment, returning to the attentions he was giving her.

Soon, a second finger joined inside her, beginning to thrust in and out. He had long felt no resistance in her arms which gave him plenty of opportunity to taste her delicate, untouched flower. Just to play it safe, after releasing her hands, he was quick to dive between her legs with his fingers still within her. "You're so wet, Marisa..." Damian groaned out, leaning forward to taste her lustfully. While his fingers did their work, he explored with his tongue, the tip of it dragging all over her nether lips, brushing teasingly across her clit. He wanted her to cum, and best of all, he wanted to watch her from right here. Damian wanted to see his sweet Marisa write in the throes of pleasure. He wanted to see how she was in her first orgasm.

Spurred on by his own desires, he began to thrust deeper and faster with his fingers, his tongue focusing solely on her sensitive bud. That soon changed, however. His lips enclosed around her clit, and he began to suck just as hungrily (if not hungrier) as he did upon her hard nipples. The free hand had been idly rubbing her inner thigh, loving the feeling of both skin and stocking until he brought it up her body. He took a breast in that hand, kneading it in an attempt to get her off. To top it off, he gently pinched one of her nipples, not hard enough to hurt but with enough pressure to be felt.

Damian's dark, lust clouded eyes watched her expression from between her legs. He would not miss a second of this. The moment she came and fell from that climactic peak, that was when he would move on to the final act and once and for all take what he truly desired.

She had stopped struggling because she had momentarily given into the pleasure he was giving her. She was already avoiding his gaze as he continued to force his finger in and out of her wet entrance. Soon enough a second finger plunged into her, and she cried out in surprise. The only reason why she had not screamed in pain was because she was so wet that it practically glided into her, stretching her tight cunt out even more. She bit her lower lip while he pumped both fingers into her but still did not struggle, and suddenly she felt him release both of her arms. She had not choice but to face him to see exactly what he was planning. Blushing at his statement about her being wet, she wondered why he wanted to be so close to her cunt.

Soon she got her answer when his tongue ran across her slit as he continued pumping her fingers in and out of her. She arched her back and moaned even louder, not believing that he was could make her feel any better than he already had. She laid her head back and still didn't move despite her hands being free. No, she was enjoying this too much. Her toes began to curl as that pressure deep inside of her began to build more and more, and just when she thought she was going to explode she felt him beginning to suck on her clit.

It was a new burst of pleasure and it didn't take long to send her over the edge. Her body became stiff and she felt herself beginning to release. "Damian!" She cried out once more, eyes shut tightly with embarrassment and pleasure. As soon as he said his name, her pussy began to spasm and released her sweet nectar. She shuddered at the feel of it squirting just a bit and then trailing down her ass. She blushed and panted a little, and she realized that she had never felt so good in her life. However, she still didn't want this night to end with him deflowering her. "Enough..." She said pleadingly, although it probably seemed a little selfish now that he had made her cum.

The drunk man continued to finger away and suck away at her nether lips, working faster as he heard his lover moan and writhe in ecstasy. He would not give up, no. This was a preparation of things to come. While she experienced what kind of pleasure sex could bring, this was all just a set up for what would truly be felt. She would feel pain, no doubt of that. If she did not, he would be pleasantly surprised, yet something told him that was simply wishful thinking. Nonetheless, his efforts continued until he watched her body go stiff. Immediately, eyes locked on her face.

Her head went back, her voice crying out, every part of her body seeming to go rigid... and Damian watched with perverted curiosity. It was amazingly beautiful, sexy, hot. The moment she reached orgasm, it just turned the flame up within his body another notch (and he thought it could not burn any stronger). He lusted more, craved her more now. Damian knew now that there was no turning back. This was the point of no return, and he kept on trudging along.

He heard her plea, watching her breath rise up and down while he licked up her delicious nectar, swallowing greedily like a camel at a desert oasis. Then, he rose. Slowly, almost painfully slow, he rose up her body to come face to face to her. She would once again find her hands pinned above her, though this time it was somewhat different. Both of his took hers, grasping her hands tightly but not in a grasp to break her hand. It seemed more possessive, a weak, drunk attempt to seem loving and kind despite what had transpired. In the meantime, Damian aligned himself, savoring the passing seconds, knowing that it would mean the entry within her body would be that much more pleasant. "No, Marisa." He finally answered to her pleading. "No. Not enough. This isn't enough. We're goin' all the way." He told her as he began to pant. This was it. Here it comes.

The pause was brief, maybe two seconds or more before she would feel the pressing of the head of his cock against her entrance. For a moment he teased her, prodding her nether lips, parting them slightly to torture her. How he asserted his dominance over her, like a wolf to a bitch. It made him shiver and smirk. This would be the true claiming, the final part. Without another moment, Damian's member speared through her nether lips, going in inch by inch through her tight depths. He grunted slightly, despite her slick juices presence, she was tight and he could barely move. Still, he pressed on, managing to slowly push more and more of himself with her.

"Ah! Marisa!" He groaned, squeezing slightly tighter on her hands.

Marisa could feel him clean her up, and it was very embarrassing for her. Part of her brain wandered into what she actually tasted like where he would actually want to do that. However, when she felt him sluggishly begin to move up her body and over her, she knew his answer just from looking into his eyes. She watched his lips move, explaining to her that they were going to go all the way, but she did not hear him. She already knew that he wasn't going to stop anyway. Her heart sank when he began to align himself at her entrance. She wasn't ready for this. She just wasn't. Before she could even think about struggling, he had already pinned her hands up above her head again.

She did not say another word when he began teasing her lips with the thick head of his cock. She simply shook her head and looked into his eyes in a flimsy last effort to stop him. However he was already too far gone now to notice. He was too busy enjoying the warmth and wetness of her tight cunt. She whimpered as he began to push in, her entrance struggling to stretch open for him to fit. When she felt the first sharp pain her eyes widened and she began to squirm underneath him again, trying to escape but to no avail.

She knew it was going to hurt, but she didn't know it would be that bad. As he sunk deeper and deeper into her, she began to sob as she could do nothing but lay there as he took her virginity. She wasn't even sure if he was in her all the way at this point. She couldn't only feel pain as he filled her up with his thick cock, spearing her over and over in order to get deeper and go against the tightness of her cunt. Hearing him cry out her name, she just answered by a pained cry, and finally when their hips meant she knew that he was all the way in. The pain wasn't so intense now, but that was only because he was had stopped moving. She stopped sobbing and began to whimper again, realizing that she was no longer a virgin.

At least she lost it to the man she loved.

At the meeting of their hips, Damian let out a pleasured sigh, one filled with both satisfaction and victory. He had claimed her, taken her as his, but under more rough circumstances. No, that was fine. This was none of his fault. Her constant teasing, her sexy legs and large breasts, her talk of abstinence, her loving gaze... that beautiful smile...

No!

Damian shoved more thoughts out of his mind, the drunken stupor that previously flared out at maximum power beginning to wane and falter to his logic and her cries and sobs. For now, however, he would get what he wanted. He shook his head, as if the simple act itself would help bury or throw away these conflicting emotions. Then, he began to actually move. "It'll feel amazin', ah, Marisa..." He grunted when he pulled out and then thrust back in. Each time, he pulled out a little more, only to thrust his entirety back within the deep confines of her once delicate flower. She was unwillingly deflowered, traces of the blood decorating his member as he slid in then out. "Give it time... and relax...!" Again, the motions of his hips repeated themselves, the tight grip of her inner muscles working him over greatly. He had always dreamed that sex with Marisa would be incredible. In reality, it was ten times better.

He continued his movements, pinning her down in some strange fashion to put her down in her place. Damian wanted her to accept this. To accept it for all it was worth. She was being claimed, and he was claiming here. That was exactly what was going on, and Damian wanted her entire being to accept it. His grunts and groans grew louder and more frequent as he ravaged her pussy with his cock, their bodies growing closer together while he shoved in and out, in then out.

Sweat dotted across his features, lust-filled eyes half-lidded and focusing on her face completely. Sadly, there was no love in this instance. Damian was lost in the world of lust that was so frequently denied to him. It was like a ballon filling up with air. It grew bigger and bigger, struggling to contain it all, straining to keep it in, until finally the ballon popped and all that air came rushing out. Now, all his pent up frustration, sexual urges were flowing out like the air from a popped ballon. He savored the pleasure her body gave him, seeking now his own release after she had hers. It was only fair. She had denied him for so long, tortured him, put him through some sort of sexual hell where pleasure was never his.

But now, it was all his. Damian would make sure of that.

Marisa continued to tear up a little bit as he just sat there and stared down at her. She looked up at him, seeing the reluctance in his face. He was still in there somewhere, but he had already taken her so there was no point in trying to reach out. She cried out as he began to withdraw from her body and then push back in, each time withdrawing further and further. At first it seemed unbearable, but after she had tried to relax as he had asked her, it wasn't as bad. After a minute or two, she actually began to enjoy it a little despite the pain. Even relaxed, her cunt was still squeezing him very tightly and still twitching from the previous orgasm he had given her.

Damian might have still been in his sex driven, drunken stupor, but she did not see any love in his eyes, nor feel it in his touch. At this point it was almost as if he was simply relying on his instincts to have sex with her. He did not ask her if he should go slower, he didn't seem concerned with her well being at all. He just wanted to fuck her. And this made her sad. She had always dreamed of their first time having sex being filled with passion. From both sides anyway. However she still didn't feel ready and despite the pleasure he was giving her it wasn't the same.

She could no longer look at him for now as he continued to use her body just for his pleasure. He wasn't there. The man that she loved was there physically but not mentally. After a little while it became easier to slip inside her as she got more and more wet. Her grunts of pain were beginning to turn into moans again of pleasure. Each thrust brought less pain and more bliss. Her eyes closed as she relaxed a bit more and just as he promised it began to feel good. She was ashamed of herself for enjoying this and once again began to doubt herself. Maybe she really did enjoy him claiming her and forcing her to do as he wanted.

Her tears did not register with him, no matter how much his mind attempted to return back to normal sanity. Nothing seemed to register, only the thought and mission of receiving pleasure through the very act that Damian was so long deprived of. His hips kept moving, going through the motions of the what was supposed to be a sweet, loving, and passionate expression of adoration. This was supposed to be the ultimate form of love. Damian had often told himself that, and before all of this happened, he convinced himself that the moment they were together and had it, the act would be so sweet and wonderful that the wait would be well worth it. No, not now. This feeling would be forever lost after tonight.

And yet he still going, ignoring any sort of reason that slowly began creeping back into his mind. They were still suppressed back, the Damian that was there only moments ago struggling to regain his mind. Instead, the drunken fool that thrust into his lover grunted and groaned lustfully, his speed increasing, his hips gaining power. "Mm, Marisa!" His voice called out hotly, finally placing his hands upon her hips. The end was drawing near, the excitement of having finally taken her so overwhelming in his mind that his orgasm was barreling forward at an alarming pace. It did not help that her pussy just felt so tight and wonderful, or that Marisa enjoyed deep down this act of dominance and control.

"Gonna cum!" That was her warning. Her only warning. Damian managed to miraculously increase his tempo, their hips slapping lewdly together as he lost himself completely in the haze of ecstasy. She would feel his cock twitch once, twitch twice, and with a deep, strong thrust, he would moan out loudly. The wave came, the rush of his semen pouring into her body and down her depths to splash into her womb. Such excitement and everything gave him a large load, almost endless as he panted heavily.

It all soon came to a terrible end, the man collapsing on top of her, off to the side slightly as he groaned. "Oh, fuck..." He murmured sleepily, thoroughly spent as the intoxication and energy-taxing task of sex finally piled up and shut his body down. Within minutes, Damian was passed out, slowly beginning to level out his breathing. He was gone completely, and the damage was done. When he awoke, the terrible realization of everything would no doubt slam into him like a bus hitting a passerby. What would he do then?

Getting everything he wanted, this Christmas would definitely be one to remember. With the pain and sorrow that he caused, that is...

Even though she was enjoying it, as soon as he began to increase his tempo it just began to hurt more again. She bit her lower lip as he became rougher and even less considerate. She could tell by the way he was breathing that he would release very soon, and it would be over. She wasn't thinking about the consequences of not wearing a condom or being on birth control. That was the last thing on her mind. She just wanted him to hurry and finish so that this could stop and he could go back to the Damian that she loved and adored. Strange enough the feeling of his dick beginning to throb inside of her made her feel even better.

She was so confused. Did she like it or not? Would she continue to remain abstinent despite this? Probably not. She didn't want to ever put him through all this stress again, and now that she was no longer a virgin there was no reason to say no anymore. However, it would take a few days before they would actually be able to look at each other let alone thinking about the next time they'd have sex. When he called out her name and told her he was about to cum, her attention snapped to him and she observed his face. She knew he was enjoying himself and that made her happy. A little at least. With one final thrust, she felt him spill into her and she moaned. It was a hot, almost burning sensation that made her wince.

When his climax ended and he collapsed on top of her, she finally felt some type of reprieve. She wanted to get up right there but she didn't want to disturb him. She ended up falling asleep underneath him as well until he somehow rolled over and fell off the couch in his drunken slumber. She then got up and walked to her room, leaving the door open to let him know that he could come in when he woke up. Then again she couldn't just leave him on the floor like that. She took one of her pillows and a spare blanket and walked back into the living room and placed it underneath his head and over his body before going back to her bed and falling asleep once more.

When morning came, she did not leave her bed. Usually she'd want to be up early to make him breakfast but she just couldn't find the energy to get up from her bed. She wanted to forget that this ever happened and pretend like she was a virgin, but she was sure that he'd piece together what happened and it would be awkward anyway.

The night would be filled with soft sounds of Damian tossing and then turning, maybe a deep sigh or gentle breathing wafting into the air. The outside might have made him look like an innocent little child, but within his mind, he was tormented constantly by the events of that night. Christmas Night, and what a night it turned out to be, with the pain that he brought upon his girlfriend and lover and no doubt the stressed relationship they would have now. Marisa was probably the most perfect girlfriend in the world. In fact, Damian would be safe in assuming so. Yet, it did not strike him that she would have such unwavering loyalty to him. He could make the slightest mistake, and immediately, he would fear losing her.

When morning came to within Marisa's apartment, the once drunk fool was no longer found. Having left a little before she just woke up, Marisa would find the blanket and pillow neatly folded on the couch, a small indent in the couch from where he had been sitting, deep in thought, replaying all the horrid events of last night. It hit him like a train crashing into a steel dam. The hangover was just as unrelenting, yet still the greatest pain that he felt was imagining how Marisa felt. He knew she was in here room, and for a moment, he wanted to go inside and try and fix this. Damian wanted to make her smile, try and make her forget about this pain. And he would wait. No, he would not let something like this ruin something so wonderful between them.

However, a voice tugged at him from the back of his mind. 'How could she want you after this? How could she forgive you? She'll never look at you the same way.' It was enough to force him to flee from her apartment.

And for several days and nights, Damian had almost vanished from the face of the earth. His apartment was empty. Work had called Marisa to see if she had any clue on why he was not showing up. They were unaware that she herself had been cut off from the man in question during this time. His cellphone was cut off, it seemed he left his car in the complex's parking lot as well. It was like trailing a ghost; impossible.

However, a gentle knock came to Marisa's door one afternoon. A good friend of hers (and Damian's) was there, previously a young exchange student that had quite the crush upon the young lady. He long put that behind him, finding a girlfriend to call his own and going on almost four years strong. Alexander gave a sigh once she opened the door, looking right into her eyes as he skipped right to business. "I found him." Was all that came out before he motioned for Marisa to follow. He did not bother letting her get into her own vehicle. Instead, Alexander insisted that she jump into his, and then they were off towards the place that Damian had been hiding out; the first place they met.

Damian sat under the university's bleachers, shivering softly as the only thing he had on was his damp jacket that the rain from the several nights had thoroughly soaked. To say the techie was looking rough could be a bit of an understatement. He had a five o'clock shadow that seemed to be growing more so with his depressed attitude. The hair upon his head was wet from the rain as well, desperately screaming for attention as well. Bags were under his eyes, which were red from possible weeping. He appeared to be a bit paler than usual, a result from the soaked clothing he was still wearing. It was unsure to tell if he had been staying there solely during that time, but it could be safe to say that he definitely kept coming back here. The memories this place brought were wonderful ones, making Damian smile sadly even when he convinced himself that Marisa would leave for sure.

He was brought out of his thoughts one Alexander's car came into view. Even so, drenched and thoroughly beaten by his own self, Damian sat under the bleachers with a horribly tired expression, staring at the car the entire time.

When Marisa had finally managed to get herself out of bed and trudge to the living room, she saw nothing but a folded up blanket, and a pillow on her couch. The presents had also been pushed neatly back to the the tree, his included. She hadn't heard him leave through the door, so he had probably woken up some time before her. At first she was relieved that he had left on his own, but as the day dragged on, she wished that he would have stayed to talk about it. After all, she knew that it was better to do it sooner than later. Waiting would only make both of them start thinking of the worst. They wouldn't know how each other felt until they talked about it. And her own paranoia's began to take shape as she shuffled about her house, cleaning up whatever was left over from last night. She picked up the empty wine bottle and gazed at it sadly.

For some reason, it was like everything that happened last night rushed into her head and she dropped it, the glass shattering at her feet. She then dropped to her knees and ignored the shards of the whine bottle cutting into her skin and began to cry. She knew it was her fault. He probably didn't even want to look at her now. He probably blamed her as much as he blamed himself. She didn't move for another ten minutes until her tears stopped and the pain her her legs go the best of her. She then got up, avoiding the glass as best as she could before cleaning it up and throwing it out. The rest of the evening she played Scavenger hunt with what was left of the whine bottle in her legs, resulting in several bandages on both.

It only got worse as the days dragged on. She tried his cellphone countless times, and there was nothing but voice mail. She was about to call his job but they had called her first and asked if she had seen him. She told them no and then began to drive around, looking for him desperately. At his apartment, at his work, at the park, at his favorite coffee shop. She had even went to his parents and hers. None of it produced any results. She could no longer sleep knowing he was missing. Her mind began to think of other possibilities. Kidnap? Murder? Suicide? Well, she knew him well enough that he would never kill himself, but the paranoia continued to creep through her mind. His parents had told her they'd file a missing persons report, but she had no idea if they had actually gone through with it or not.

Finally, on December 31st, a knock on the door came. She had been laying in her bed, trying to sleep but sleep never came. Her heart began to beat through her chest. It could have been the police...it could have been him...Or one of her roommates coming back early from their trip. She put on a red long sleeved thin dress, black long knee high and a long, black hoodie sweater to protect her from the cold that would invade her house as soon as she opened the door. When she opened it, it was no other than Alexander and her heart began to beat even faster. When the words came out of his mouth, a wave of relief washed over her. She didn't waste time as she put on her snow boots and her over coat and followed him to his car.

She didn't care about him forcing himself on her, at least not at the moment. She cared about him being safe. Finally, after arriving at their university, she knew exactly where he was. She didn't even wait for the car to stop before opening her door and running to the bleachers. Tears began to well in her eyes as she went all the way to the top where he was. She had just about slipped more than once because of how slippery they had gotten but she didn't care. She just hugged him as soon as she got close to him. "Where the fuck have you been!" She began to sob, shaking him as she clung to him. "I was so worried...where the fuck have you been?"

Alexander had opened his mouth to speak, putting his car in park but Marisa was bolting out of his vehicle. "H-Hey!" He called out, rushing out into the snow as he shut the door behind him. How was this girl so fast even when she nearly stumbled several times, and he was on the track time? It completely baffled him until he witnessed how she ran into Damian's arms, whether he accepted her or not. The crunching of snow under his feet soon stopped as he caught his breath, standing there with his hands in his jacket's pocket. "Heh." He chuckled, putting on a soft smile. Those two were always pretty cute to watch.

Damian went wide eyed when Marisa latched herself upon him. He felt those two, soft, slim arms wrap around him in a tight embrace, threatening to crush him in her sudden sobs. What he thought would be fists pounding on his chests were instead the tears soaked up from her beautiful eyes. There were no words of rage pouring from her lips, no. The complete opposite, actually. Marisa actually missed him? Still cared for him? Was he wrong this entire time? It appeared so. It appeared greatly so.

His own arms wrapped close around her, a slight shake in them. He had lived off meager snacks that the few dollars in his pockets could spare, and the lack of actual nutrients was starting to become evident. The breaths he exhaled were just as shaky, thanks to the stinging cold that lingered in the air. It took him quite some effort to speak clearly enough. Staying out in this unforgiving climate had taken its toll for the days that passed. It was a wonder that Damian did not cater under the needs that his body demanded instead of the pain his heart and mind dwelled upon.

He simply stood there, holding her tightly against him as she sobbed, not a word escaping him while they were under the bleachers. Alexander had began his trot to his car, the driver's door slamming shut as he waited inside where the warmth was. Damian finally pulled away before speaking, an ice cold hand caressing her cheek. "I w-was w-worried about y-y-you." He said, shivering violently. A deep sigh came from his lips, eyes gazing at her with a sad smile across his lips. "Y-You don't w-want an asshole l-l-like me around." Another cold sigh. "Y-You'd be b-b-better off. L-Less pain." And for a moment he stopped, hands going to her hips where the fabric felt so warm. Slowly, Damian was pulling himself back out of the self-loathing and depression that was drowning him over the nights. He managed to pull himself away for a second.

"I f-feel so h-h-horrible... g-guilty. I-I'm... " Damian began, darting his eyes off to the side as he attempted to swallow the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. He was trying to be strong. He was trying to at least display emotional strength where his physical strength failed. "I'm s-s-sorry... I'm s-so s-sorry, Marisa..." It was all but a whisper, only for Marisa to hear. Immediately after, he hugged her tightly, sniffling some (whether from the tears building up or the obvious cold he had caught, if not the flu). He took a moment to regain to clear his throat, offering a weak smile. "I l-love you..."

When Marisa heard what her disheartened boyfriend had to say for himself, she shook her head and then looked up at him. She could tell by the way he was shaking that he had been wandering about in the cold since the day he had left, and he probably hadn't had a decent meal either. She just held him tighter. "Ssshhhh..." She said, running her fingers along his lips and then standing up on the tip of her toes and pressing her warm lips against his thin, chapped ones. She drew back after a moment and then took both of his hands. "We'll talk about this later. We need to get you out of these wet clothes." She had noticed they were the same clothes he had worn Christmas Day. He really hadn't been home. She pulled her with him to Alexander, and he was happy to let them both in. "Take me to his apartment..." She told him as she helped Damian into the back seat.

They had already planned on spending New Years together at his apartment, and since she'd be moving in with him anyway they might as well go there. She got into the back seat with him and held both of his cold hands, trying to get some kind of warmth to them. Taking off her trench coat, she draped it over his body and then looked at him sadly. "You're an idiot.." She said with a sad smile and then leaned against him. When Alexander brought them to Damian's apartment, she helped him out of the car and up the stairs, taking her spare key that he had already given him and unlocking the door. When they came in, she realized that the heat had been off all this time and it was just as cold inside. Sighing and turning on the heat at full blast, she moved him to his laundry room and began taking off all of his clothes, including his underwear. She wasn't shy about it, either.

Clinging to his naked body so that he wouldn't be too cold, she led him to his bathtub and then began to draw hot water. She loved how big his bathtub was and often dreamed of joining him one day. She considered getting in with him, but realized that she was better off making him soup while he soaked in to get some sort of warmth. As the tub filled up, she stood in front of her naked boyfriend awkwardly. "Well at least most of your house is carpet..." She said with a small smile and then cut the tub off when it reached its limit. She helped him in and then sighed. "I'm going to make you some soup while you soak. If you're too weak to wash, I will help you when I get back, okay?" She kissed his cheek and then made her way to his kitchen, leaving him alone in the bathroom.

The moment their lips were reunited, Damian felt a warmth unlike any other surge through is body. Although, it was the figurative sense, sadly not the literal sense, and a quick breeze quickly reminded him that he was quite still freezing his ass off. The mere mentioning of getting into something warmer sounded nice, so with one last final shiver, he gave a light nod before following Marisa to Alexander's car. "Yeah, t-that s-s-sounds really nice." Was all he muttered, sliding into the back seat and listening to the door close behind them. The two men exchanged glances, Alexander chuckling as he shook his head. Damian gave his own cold chuckle and snuggled into the warmth of the back seat, feeling the car slide backwards through the ice and then on to the main road.

The ride was nice, and when Marisa called him an idiot, he could not help but agree. This was his fault, especially when he knew he should not drink due to his horribly embarrassing ability to consume very little alcohol before becoming thoroughly drunk. Instead of saying anything else, Damien just put an arm around her and kept her close, savoring the feeling of having her back in his arms. Their bodies were meant to be together again, he knew that now. Oh how he knew that very well now.

"Note to self; cut on heater before runnin' off into the blisterin' cold in despair." A bit of a depressing joke, even more so when it made fun of him, but if he could not laugh at himself then how could he laugh period? Another thought for another time.

The sound of Alexander driving off caught his ears as they entered his apartment. It was clean, just like the way he left it before Christmas dinner. He could be a neat freak at times, and despite not actually rooming with someone (a bit of a funny story actually), Damian somehow always cleaned as if expecting company. Often times, Marisa would come over, but now that they were going to be living together, it would be more of cleaning it to make her happy rather than for her coming over. A sudden thought reminded him that the plaque was in her apartment. Wait, were they going to be in Marisa's or Damian's? A bit of a perplexing thought at the moment.

A bright shade of red consumed his face as Marisa began stripping him down way past his unmentionables. "W-Whoa, hey!" He protested, but she had already got him out of his boxers. It was not that he was shy; they had unwillingly shown their downstairs mix up to one another, and he knew they would cop a feel along one another as well. Marisa merely caught him off guard. "H-Heh, a l-little warnin' next t-time." The young man joked, following her along as she held on to him. She was so warm, so wonderful. His mind focused on her entirely, and slowly he could feel some color return to his skin along with the heat.

Once the tub began to fill and she parted away from him, Damian could feel the bit of awkwardness that stood between them. "Yeah, true..." He trailed off, a bit confused about what she meant. It did not matter. She was back again, and it was nice. He allowed her to lead him into the tub, gasping in a sort of hissing form when the hot water touched his skin. After a bit of struggle, Damian had sunk in neck deep into the tub while he felt a kiss upon his cheek. Now she was going to feed him? Marisa truly had a big heart. "You don't have to do that, Marisa. Though, I won't say no if you're offerin'." He told her as she left the bathroom.

Time to wash up. Or somehow. He grabbed a bit of body wash and rag, mixing it up and starting to clean up. The water was definitely helping out and becoming fresh and squeaky clean was always a wonderful feeling. He did, however, have some issues reaching his back. He gave off some sounds of struggle, some sounds more pathetic and cuter than others. The manly side in him refused to ask for help. However, Damian missed Marisa so much, he thought he might cater once to the sissy side of his soul. For now, he would wait till she comes back with that soup too. Like he would pass up her cooking too.

When she got into his kitchen she opened his cabinet and found nothing but ramen noodles and chicken noodle soup. She sighed and shook her head, remembering that it had been quite a while since she had went shopping with him for food for his apartment since he would always much rather eat something quick when she wasn't around. She filled up a pot of boiling water and watched it fill up, starting to get lost in thought. Her eyes began to tear up when she felt the pain her still bandaged knees when she had fell to the kitchen floor crying that day. She was so glad that he was okay...more or less. However, she still hurt about what had happened Christmas day.

Her eyes snapped to attention as the pot began to overflow with water and she shut it off, dumping some of it back down the sink and putting the pot on the stove to boil. She heard the stray droplets of water begin to sizzle from the heat and evaporate. She put two packets of chicken flavored ramen inside of the pot and then walked back to her disoriented boyfriend. She sat down on top of the toilet lid and smiled at him. She wasn't mad at him, no...but there was a sad look to her face even with that smile of hers...She watched him as she tried to wash his back and then took the cloth from him and began to wash it for him, her hands going around in circles, massaging him as she cleaned. "You look better already. Come on, lets get you into some pajama's and into bed."

She went into the bathroom closet and got out and large, warm towel, wrapping it around him as he got out. She then led him to his bedroom and helped him into pajama's and into his bed, underneath his blanket. She propped all of the pillows so that he was sitting upright and then handed him the remote to his TV. "Tell me if you want to play a game, I'll get your controller for you. You're not allowed to move from this bed, understand?" Once again there was a smile on her face letting him know that she was joking.

She walked out for another brief moment and then came back in with another blanket. It was warmer and heavier, but she knew that he might start getting the shivers soon. If that was so, she'd might have to run out to get aspirin to settle down his fever. She kissed his forehead once more and wandered out the room once more. This time she took off her boots and her sweater so that she was just in her dress and socks. The dress barely covered up her cut up knees. She didn't want him to feel bad about that, but she'd have a tough time trying to hide it. After making the ramen noodles, she added the chicken soup and also a few vegetables he had in the back of his fridge to add more flavor. She would have cooked a chicken if she wasn't trying to get something in him since he hadn't been eating correctly.

When it was finished, she filled up a large bowl for him and then placed it on a tray along with a glass of apple juice. She needed to make sure that he was drinking plenty of fluids. Finally she came back to his room and placed the tray in his lap, then running her hands through his wet hair. "Are you okay? Do you need anything else?"

When Marisa came back in, he offered his own smile. The look on her face and eyes did nothing to hide what was really on her mind. He let her wash his back, and he barely caught her voice when she spoke. Damian immediately felt a huge wave of regret and shame wash over him. Who knew exactly how long it would take before they could truly put this behind them and move on. He knew it would be very long. Quite long. And, to be frank, Damian had no clue as to where he should begin.

Thanks to Marisa's help, he made it to his bedroom and eventually into a pair of dorm pants with a regular tee. However, a chuckle soon left his lips once he was under the covers, sitting in bed. "Hey, I'm not crippled, baby. You don't have to worry that much." He joked back at her, mindlessly turning on the TV, though not paying it much attention. Instead, he brought his eyes up into Marisa's eyes, seeing that same sadness through that happy expression she wore. It was brief, for Marisa left and came twice. First, she brought in a warmer blanket that definitely helped. Next, she had a bowl of ramen noodles which he happily accepted, digging in immediately. Chicken flavored, probably his second favorite. Then again, he always seemed to miss the beef flavored noodles since everyone in this town bought it way before Damian could.

"No, Marisa. You've done plenty enough, and I don't even deserve the kind of treatment you're givin' me." He told her with a sad sigh, setting the bowl on the tray and placing it gently on the spot beside him. He had a full sized bed, though he had eyes on a queen/king down the street at the store. "Y'know, I was dead set thinkin' that I had really destroyed our relationship. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't want to see me again." Damian eyes were glued to his hands in his laps. "I couldn't face you, Marisa. Not after what I did. I felt horrible, I still do. Christmas night was supposed to be a wonderful night for both of us. But..." He trailed off, letting out another sad that came with some shivers. His eyes tried to lift, though the only distance they covered was from his hands to the bandaged knees on Marisa. Suddenly, Damian threw his head up and looked at Marisa worriedly. "What happened to your knees?" He bit his tongue for asking if it had something to do with him. No, dwelling on the past more and more would just make things ten times worse.

When he had declined any need for further help, she nodded and went over to the vacant side of his bed and sat up beside him, knowing he probably could have her knees. When he began to talk about what had happened, and what he felt..how he was sorry and felt awful. She looked at the foot of the bed and his voice began to mix in with the background noise of the TV. She had been so wrapped up on his disappearance that she had pushed everything to the back of her head. She didn't want to think about it, but she knew that they had to sort this out, and she forced herself to start focusing on the sound of his voice again in just enough time to hear him question about her knees. She shook her head slowly.

"It was just an accident I had the other day, baby. Eat your soup before it gets too cold." She didn't want to tell him how she dropped that wine bottle and fell to the floor with him on her mind. That would just make him feel worse. She just leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she sighed and then realized how tired she was since she hadn't slept at all in the past few nights. She didn't want to sleep though until she was sure he was alright. "It will take more than one slip up to make me end our relationship, Damian." She said after a minute. She had asked him to eat but she needed to get this out now. Ohterwise she wouldn't be able to think whilst dozing off.

"Its my fault. I shouldn't have given you that wine. I shouldn't have gotten on top of your lap...I shouldn't have done a lot of things. I wasn't thinking. I'm supposed to be in control, but I kept letting it go further and further until it was too late. I don't blame you for doing what you did. I really don't." She moved her hands and wrapped them around the arm closest to him. "We can get past this. Our love can overcome anything. At least that's what I believe. Remember...its a journey. And there will always be bumps in the road. This was just a really big one." She was beginning to ramble because she was falling asleep. Her weight shifted a little from her relaxing at his side. She opened her heavy eye lids and looked up at him. "I still love you with all my heart."

Damian slowly ate at his soup, letting the warmth flow down into his body and warm his soul even. He slowly began to see the bottom of the bowl, but after a couple minutes, he set it off beside him on the nightstand. With that to the side, the recovering techie could focus on his girl now, who spoke of how it was an accident. It was strange to him that it was on both knees. What kind of accident really happened? Damian only gave a mental sigh before simply dropping the matter. "Okay." He said, feeling her lean against him. An arm wrapped around her, holding her close as he planted a kiss on top of her head. He was worried, though that was only the tip of the iceberg. How exactly was she coping with all of this?

That was when she spoke up, and it quickly concealed the heartfelt message she said only a second ago. Marisa sounded like she was blaming herself, and that only made Damian hurt more. He never wanted her to think that. Never. Whenever they had an argument, he honestly saw her as right, correct, practically all-knowing. However, she continued to speak, Damian placing a hand atop of hers while she spoke. "We will." He said softly, resting his head on top of hers.

'A journey...' The young man repeated in his thoughts, feeling her lean more against him. She was starting to fall asleep, he knew it. A hand gently caressed her cheek while she seemed to doze off more. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have someone like you, Marisa. You know that?" Damian wanted to say it in some playful, manly manner, but it came out as a gentle whisper sprinkled with a hint of love. He had to laugh at himself inwardly, meanwhile gently laying Marisa down so her head rested upon the pillow. He was soon joining her, draping an arm across her and pulling her close, safe and sound in his arms. Lips pressed to her cheek. Forehead rested against forehead. And soon, the drowsiness that was slowly hovering above began to descend upon Damian. He found it harder himself to stay awake.

"I was wrong too." Damian said sleepily. He tried to continue on. "I should of told you I can't drink for shit. I should of behaved myself and been more responsible." Unfortunately, he took on more physical and emotional torment outside in the blistering cold than Marisa might have experienced. He could not last much longer, and soon, his words faded off into unintelligible sounds. Their foreheads still kissed one another, his chest lifting up and down with his soft breathing. And even still, in that peaceful position, Damian's arms still kept watch and held her securely, almost subconsciously afraid that his gorgeous angel might flutter off somehow.

Marisa didn't want to hide things from him, but she didn't think that it was the best thing to do in his state. Of course, she wasn't completely over it, but it was Marisa's nature to care for others before herself. She was awake just long enough to hear everything he had said to her, but as soon as he moved her so that she was laying down on what of his pillows she was already on the count down to sleeping. The last thing she felt was his warm body against hers. "I love you.." She whispered before going into a deep slumber.

Despite the fact that she had finally managed to get to sleep in days, she still tossed and turned in her sleep against him. Even in the comfort of his arms, she still had been shaken up by his disappearance. She had thought the worst, and those same nightmares she had while she was awake plagued her in her sleep as well. Suddenly, she felt as if she was suffocating. She was aware of her surroundings, but she couldn't move. It was like she had woken up but couldn't move any of her limbs. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Finally, gaining control of her body, she woke up covered in a light sheen of sweat, gasping for air and panting heavily. She shook her head, her eyes tearing up a little bit and then looked down at him.

Her heart was beating fast with panic even after gaining control of her body. Was it just a dream? Or had she really stopped breathing? She got from underneath the blankets and began taking off her dress, suddenly feeling restrained in the long piece of fabric. She needed to calm down, but she felt like she was about to burst and break down like she had when she broke the wine bottle. She couldn't though...she had to be strong for Damian..

Marisa's soft words crawled into his ears, making him smile as he finally passed out. The night seemed to drag on, and for a bit, it seemed like things would be perfectly okay. Even in his sleep, Damian felt more than happy and content. That is, until, he suddenly felt the bed shift and move. It was more than simply turning on to one's side to find a comfortable position. It was much more, and it only seemed to get worse as the night progressed. The tossing and turning could only come from one source.

Marisa...

Damian eventually woke from the constant motion, his eyes prying open as he suddenly heard her gasping for air. Thankfully, the darkness in the room would help to hide his open eyes. For now, he was greatly worried and wanted to know what was going on. Did she have a night terror? Nightmares were not that intense.

His girlfriend soon rose and removed the dress. Despite how gorgeous Marisa was, Damian looked away immediately, lest he harbor those kind of feelings again. It was very difficult, especially when he had such a beautiful woman in his life. She had the goods, and she definitely knew how to flaunt them despite how innocent she tended to be. Every guy at the university wanted under the skirts she wore. And now, Damian was watching the dark silhouette of her shed off that simple layer of clothing she waltzed in with.

Giving her some time to calm herself, he finally pushed himself up off the bed within a minute's time. "Marisa." His voice pierced into the darkness, seeking her out. It held the tone that he saw what happened. He may not have known what exactly was going on in her mind, or what tormented her soul, but Damian knew that something was definitely bothering her. "Marisa, what happened?"

After Marisa had taken off her dress that was damp with her sweat, she tossed it on the floor somewhere and then began making her way towards the light switch. Before she could turn it on, she heard Damians voice and paused. For a moment, she wondered what he would do if he saw her naked, but it seemed rather pointless because he already knew what she looked like. So she turned the lights on, flinching at the sudden brightness. "I'm sorry...for waking you up." She said, her voice a little shaky even after she had composed herself.

Despite not caring about him seeing her naked, she still covered herself just a little bit with her arms her hands and then walked over to the towel that he had used previously and used it to wipe herself down and wrap herself up. "I..I dunno what happened, I just..." She trailed off and then sat back down on the bed. "For a minute I just thought I couldn't breath. I was awake but I couldn't open my eyes...my body felt like dead weight...I don't know...I don't understand what happened."

Marisa tried to recall what her nightmare was about, or whatever she was thinking about in her sleep. However, she kept drawing a blank and only succeeded in giving herself headaches. Apart of her didn't even want to know what she was dreaming about. She looked at the clock, and it was nearly 8 pm. At least they hadn't missed celebrating the New Year together. She took a deep breath and then looked up at him. "Please...just hold me right now. I don't even remember if I had a nightmare...I just know that I'm really, really scared.."

The sudden rush of light into the room and his eyes made him cover them and flinch as well. He listened to the tone of voice she had, what she was saying, and observed all her movements. Despite being one for computers and data, Damian knew a few things to look for when his girlfriend was obviously disturbed about something.

He did not say anything when she covered up. In fact, he felt slightly relieved that she did. At least there would be no sudden urges in him. Or, at least not any additional ones. It helped him to listen to her speak, explaining everything that happened during that frightful moment in time for her. It sounded like a night terror, and how she could not remember it, it only confirmed it for Damian. He did not say a word though. Marisa did not need facts now. While other times he would joke proudly, it was obvious that there was no time for that. Marisa needed Damian. His security and comfort. With a firm nod, he threw his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, walking to his lover.

Arms encircled her and slowly pulled her to him. His head rested gently atop of hers, moving it slightly to place a light kiss on her forehead. Damian just held her. He held her in both a loving and secure embrace. He gave her the love that would hopefully comfort her and tell her that everything was okay. "I love you, Marisa. With all my heart." He told her. "It's okay. It's long gone now, and I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you. I'll always be here to protect you." Damian felt like a broken record saying it, but that only strengthened the meaning, he felt. He meant every word. From the "I love you" to protecting her. He would make sure that he would definitely make her happy and free of fears.

Feeling him pull her towards him was comforting, and after a minute her heart finally went down to a normal and she hugged him. For a while, she said nothing to him, just enjoyed the comfort of his embraced. She loved him more than anything, and she couldn't live without him. "Damian..." She whispered finally, looking into his eyes. She smiled, this time there was no trace of sadness on her face. She had come to a realization, that no matter what he did and no matter how big of a mistake he made, she would never stop loving him. He was the only one that she could count on, the only one that understood her.

"I missed you so much...you have no idea how I missed you..." She said, and then leaned up to press her lips against his. The other thing was, even though she had promised herself that she would be abstinent, she had wanted to feel his touch again..she didn't want to admit it, and she had been too busy worrying about him to even notice it most times, but...her skin ached to be touched right now, even her nipples were hard just from feeling the warmth of her body. However, she was the one who was trying to restrain herself this time...it was too soon for that. He had been just as traumatized as her by the experience.

She pulled back after a few seconds and then sat back up. "I'm going to go take a shower...I hope you don't mind if I steal one of your shirts to sleep in..." She said with a smile and then went to his drawer. "After that, I'll make us some dinner...Also, do you mind taking out that sparkling apple cider from the cabinet and putting it in the refrigerator? I want to to toast to the new year." She wanted to toast, but not with wine this time. She pulled out one of his long sleeved V neck shirts and then went to the door. She stopped and looked back at him. "I love you. And you know...I really liked the sex." She said quietly and then sauntered out the door without giving him a chance to react. She went to the bathroom and instead of getting in the tub, she went to the shower, not bothering to close the door.

She always loved the fact that the shower and bath tub was separate. She liked taking baths but only when she wasn't in a rush. She got in and then turned on the hot water first, flinching as the ice cold water hit her body as it struggled to warm up from the intense cold outside. Her nipples were already hard, but she tried to turn so that they wouldn't be assaulted by the water. She then relaxed as the water warmed up.

He tilted his head down to lock eyes with her, feeling a warm smile cross on to his lips. It was filled with every ounce of affection he could muster, though Marisa's loving gazes always seemed to pull out every last drop from him. How he could so easily get lost in them. And that gorgeous smile, now without any trace of worry or sadness. It almost felt like he succeeded in pushing away that fear. He was bold in thinking that. For now, it was just a temporary victory. This would be a long mental war filled with plenty of battles. However, Damian was devoted to Marisa. There would be no war he would not fight for her, whether it be on any plane of the logical mind or physical body. No matter how long it would take, he would gladly fight for her. That was the extent of his love, if not just a smidgeon then to personify it.

Her voice flooded his ears, and he gave her a deep hug. "I shouldn't have left, babe." He muttered, meeting her lips. It seemed a bit odd their positions. While unbeknownst to him that Marisa now seemed to crave his touch, Damian gave it much thought and decided to remain abstinent despite how much he truly enjoyed having indulged in the pleasures of the flesh. He would never allow that night to happen again. The relationship he had with Marisa was too precious, much too precious to tarnish and stain with his lack of control.

It was then that she pulled away, their lips parting reluctantly. The thought of lavishing her body with his eyes left his mind, or was at least drowning under the love he had for Marisa right now. "Sounds good, Marisa. Take anythin' you want." He said, stretching lightly as he felt much better. Marisa always knew what to do to care for him. Even when he came down with a nasty stomach virus with a buddy of his, Marisa had him feeling better in half the time his friend spent recovering. The thought was quickly dismissed away when Marisa requested about the sparkling apple cider. This, more than likely, Damian could handle. With a nod and happy "Mhm", he made his way towards the hallway when she called to him.

"Hm?" Turning around, Damian smiled. He listened carefully to her, just like always. But then his eyes went wide. Her voice may have been quiet, but it was louder than any gun firing off a round. Damian opened his mouth to speak, but she was already headed into the bathroom. For a moment, he just stood there dazed, completely surprised. The sex was amazing, even his drunken stupor could not deny him that pleasure. He had been inclined to believe she hated every moment of it. Though, she just confessed that she liked it. Really liked it. The revisiting of that night ran through his head, but he twisted it slightly, imagining a lustful expression and hearty moans coming from Marisa. It made his cock stir, making a shudder run down his spine. 'No no no. Don't you dare. Try and restrain yourself. Be good for her.' Damian mentally punched himself, walking into the hallway and noticing the bathroom door opened. Oh, now she was just trying to get him in there. His naughty member continued to try and reason with him, but he remained strong. 'Get the damn cider, Damian!' He screamed at himself. Quickly, he moved down the hall and into the kitchen.

He fulfilled the simple task, taking a deep sigh as he leaned against the counter, looking down the hallway. It was open, light and steam pouring out. He was tempted to look. Desperate even to indulge in the small pleasures of voyeurism. "Phew, c'mon Damian. You can do this." The young man said to himself, eyes still glued to the open bathroom door. "Oh fuck..." He groaned, only able to enjoy the thoughts running through his mind. That hot water gliding down her soft, smooth skin. The way she would run her hands up and down her body, rubbing that soap along her breasts. And when she runs her fingers down between her legs, rubbing her-

'If I make it through this, it's a damn miracle. Damn your sexy ass sometimes, Marisa...' Damian cursed humorously into his mind, slowly creeping towards the bathroom door. Just a little peek wouldn't hurt.

She took a few minutes to wonder exactly how he reacted, hopefully not in a bad way. Marisa figured that it would be somewhat of a comforting, if not arousing thought. She knew when she had admitted it, a wave of relief and pleasure flowed into her. Even if she hadn't seen his reaction, she just knew it had to be a positive one...One that would ease the guilt he probably felt...thinking that he had hurt her and that she never wanted to have sex with him again. It was quite the contrary. Even thinking about it made her blush, what he had done to her..how he had forced her to do what he wanted...she loved every minute of it.

Marisa was no longer going to lie to herself about it. She needed to accept that she enjoyed it. It would make the pain easier, and it would make the healing of their relationship easier. As she soaped up her body with her pink shower puff, she ran across her hear nipples and moaned, thinking about Damians mouth sucking on it. She bit her lip and then began to focus on her areolas, teasing at her hard nipples. She began to breath heavily, as one of her hands slipped down in between her legs.

It had seemed that Damian knew his girlfriend well. Where did he touch me? She thought to herself. She moved her hand up her wet slit and then found the swollen nub, and as soon as she grazed it she moaned and then dropped the bath puff, backing against the shower wall. She had to hold back because she didn't want him to hear her moans. She didn't notice him despite the fact that he probably could see inside the glass door even with them being foggy from the steam. She licked her lips and then began to tease it more, feeling herself about to explode with pleasure.

Damian filled her mind. The way he touched her, the way he restrained her, the way he took her. She remembered him sliding his large erection into her and pumping continulously until he exploded into her depths. Her finger began to move faster as she pinched her nipples, imagining him sucking ton it as he fucked her brains out...and suddenly a surge of pleasure overcame her as she came, not being able to hold back her moans this time. She panted and closed her eyes, feeling a little dirty for touching herself. It was after all, the first time she masturbated.