Chapter 7

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Damien's large fingers reached under me, unclasping my bra, while his lips trailed across my neck. He reached my mouth, taking it against his once again, while his fingers fidgeted with my hair. I moaned as his hand cupped my breast, causing me to instinctively entertwine my legs with his. My hand played with his bare chest, while the other pulled at the waistband of his basketball shorts. Pure bliss clouded my mind, nothing could ruin this moment.

Unfortunately, I was wrong. Seconds later, Delilah burst through the 'latched' door, "Hey! Damien, get your lazy a-" She stopped mid-sentence, her jaw dropping to the floor. Damien and I froze, and Delilah spoke up again, "Well. I *cough* didn't know you guys were 'that' close." She said, placing her fists on her hips and winking at me. Damien sighed, throwing the blanket over me and sitting on the edge of the bed, "Sis, didn't you ever hear of knocking?" He spat, obviously irritated. I buried my head under the covers, my face red as a tomato. Delilah laughed, and Damien chuckled, rubbing my legs through the blanket. "Don't worry, guys. Your secret's safe with me." Delilah said, "But you two do need to get up. We'll be leaving soon." She continued. Then, I heard her soft footsteps fade down the hall. I stuck my head out, "Leaving where?" Damien stood up, shut the door and flicked on the lights, "A new station. If Xavier was Arethian, then the others probably know about our position." He turned to locked eyes with me, then smirked. His emerald orbs danced with curiosity. "We'll continue later. Here, put this on." He threw me a blue under amour shirt, and a pair of girl's jean-shorts. "Those are Melody's shorts, so don't go Rambo in 'em." He winked. I flushed, but thanked him and stood up. I grabbed my bra from the bed, putting it back over my shoulders. Damien walked to me, re-clasping it for my, then leaning down to kiss my neck. I giggled, then slipped on the shirt and shorts. The shirt hugged me tightly, causing my breasts to pop out more. And the shorts hung just at mid-thigh. the pockets on the back were lined with blue an silver rhinestones, designed into swirls that whipped around to the sides.

After I finished dressing, I watched as Damien clothed himself. It was then that I noticed the large bruises that covered his abdomen. I sigh, walking to him before he could pull a shirt on. I pulled him to the bed, and pushed him down softly. Then I crawled over him, placing my hands on his bruised skin. He eyed me curiously, but let me examine them. I lowered my lips to each bruise, kissing them softly one by one. Then, I raised me head to look into his eyes, and let a soft apology escape my breath. He smile softly, placing his hand on my cheek. I leaned up and kiss him quickly before standing to my feet again. He stood as well, slipping his shirt on.

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The Rebels and I left the station through the steel door from before. We each dawned a blade, mine being Brunt's, and walked cautiously through the large tunnel. It was a little difficult to travel, due to my injuries, but I didn't complain. The Rebels had done so much to help me, I didn't want to burden them any further. I stuck a little ways behind them, keeping quiet. Finally, Delilah broke the silence, "Soo, Holly. Why don't you tell us a little about yourself?" She stopped and waited to walk beside me. You could almost see all their ears perk up, especially Damien. "What do you wanna know?" I asked, pushing back my slight accent. "How old are you? Where are you from? What did you do before the war? Are you married? Engaged? Single-Pringle?" She rolled out so many questions as we stopped to eat. The Rebels gathered around me, ready to listen. I took a deep breath, "My full name is Holly Mariee Connerson. I'm 22, single, and I was born in Sullivan, Indiana. And before the war..." I bite my lip and blush slightly, "I was an entertainer." Benson cocked a brow, "Entertainer?" Damien gave me a curious look, while Melody and Delilah's eyes grew wide with shock. They figured it out. I bit my lips again, "I was.... a dancer." Damien let out a booming laugh while Benson still gave me a confused look. "That's nothing to be embarrassed about! It's a talent! Not many girls can dance!" Damien laughed. Delilah struck her palm to her forehead, dragging it down to her mouth. "She was a stripper, dumbass..." She stated rather bluntly. Damien froze, his face flushing. Benson's mouth dropped, and Melody giggled. I wanted to curl into a ball and roll away.

It was quiet for a while, as everyone continued eating. I had lost my appetite, still embarrassed. Damien kept glancing at me, his face lighting up every time. I finally caved, gathering to my feet and walking over to the nearest car. I pressed my nose against the cool glass, peering through the tinted window. Inside was a leather interior, lined with a vinyl dash. The model was a 2013 Chevy Cruze. The metal exterior was painted a crystal blue, tainted with small glitters. My eyes roamed across the shiny metal surface, my fingertips tracing the smooth metal. The car was unlock, I noticed. I wrapped my fingers around the drivers side handle, pulling it softly. I heard an audible click, and the door slowly swung open, the scent of leather and cologne floated to my nose. I reached to the ignition, feeling the familiar tinker of chrome keys. I ran my hands over the black leather. I was startled by someone clearing their throat behind me. Jerking my head around, I caught eyes with my favorite emeralds. He chuckled, his gems dancing with curiosity, "You sure like to feel things, huh?" I laughed, giving him a soft smile. "Yeah, when I was little, I would follow my mom to the garden and feel everything in sight." I replaced my sights to the leather seat, "I guess it all just stuck with me. I love to feel of things, and the sound of them. Yes, sight is great, but it isn't as good as feeling the soft silk of a comforter, or the sweet sound of a guitar being strummed." I smiled, squeezing my eyes shut and leaning my head to the sky. I heard him chuckle again, and felt his large hand wrap around my shoulder. I opened my eyes and glanced at his comrades. They remain unaware of our actions, so I quickly pulled Damien behind their line of sight. I wrapped my arms around his neck and slammed my lips to his. He replied by grasping my waist, digging his nails into my skin. His lips curled to a smile against mine, "You know, I think I would have liked to see one of your shows." He murmured against my lips. I giggled, biting his lip softly. He growled, ripping away and attacking my neck.

Damien placed rough kisses down my neck, then stopped to nibble softly on my collar bone. I leaned back against the car, throwing my head back and letting out soft moans. I bit my lips as he nibbled harder, then sucking softly on my skin. He pulled away, checking his work. He grinned, kissing my cheek and standing. He walked back to the others, that grin still planted on his face. I stood up, "What are you being so cocky about?" I asked, utterly confused. I glanced at my reflection in the window, and my face went pale. A bright red mark was forming where he had his mouth. That bastard gave me a hickey?! I sigh, pulling my shirt up to cover it. This was going to be a long journey.