Devastating

Chapter 26

"He won't let me get up. Help?" She said with pleading eyes but a look at Damian made the boys hesitate.

"Wow, and here I thought you'd want to try my famous dutch babies." Marinette said in an expectant tone.

"What's that?" Dick asked confused.

"Oh, just these baked cake-like things that I like to make for breakfast sometimes. I used to have them every morning, they melt in your mouth like a croissant but still sweet and filling like a pancake and so fluffy." Marinette said and the conflicted boys, not knowing if the food would be worth Damian's wrath for being disturbed, hesitated.

"As amazing as that sounds, Damian would kill me. Sorry, Marinette." Tim backed out, so did the other boys.

"Traitors!" Marinette said and Damian only pulled her closer, resting his lips on her neck. The bluenette felt his smirk as she sighed in defeat.

"Please? I'll do anything!"

"Anything?" Damian asked as he lifted his head so their eyes could meet.

"Just about." Marinette conceded.

"You'll pose for me?" Damian said.

"Ughhhhh fine." Marinette said before trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

"I need something now, just in case you try to get out of it later, though you'd have a difficult time trying to do so."

"Like what?" Marinette asked cautiously but amused.

"Five more minutes?" He asked and she rolled her eyes,

"Fine." The bluenette allowed as she stretched, he'd lifted himself just enough that she could move her arms. The bluenette's joints popping. Marinette looked down, her face pinked.

"What?" Damian said looking down, he had gone to bed fully clothed this time, to his relief.

"I just realized how we slept." at first Damian looked confused but he soon realized what she meant but instead of being embarrassed he smirked.

"Well, that's easy to fix." Was all he said before he flipped their positions. Damian's back was now against the mattress with Marinette on top of his chest. When they flipped Marinette's arms flew to each side of Damian's face to stop herself from hitting him. Her eyes went wide at the sudden movement.

Their faces were only a few inches apart and Damian lifted his head, just as his lips were about to meet hers he stopped. He let her close the distance. She did.

Damian's right hand went to Marinette's hair as she lowered her head the smell of him surrounded her. They kissed, lips moving in sync, eyes closed, Marinette's head was fuzzy from the high of the feeling. His hands continued to tangle her hair his other arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her torso against his. They pulled apart only for air, trying to control their breathing.

"I suppose that would work too." Damian said staring at the girl whose face was hovering just above him. She looked confused and Damian sat up, she now sat on his lap. He coughed awkwardly.

"You are free to go, Jamila." Marinette's face changed as she realized what he meant and she got up, stretching properly since she was free from Damian and his death grip.

Someone knocked on the door as Damian grabbed some new clothes and walked into the bathroom, telling them to come in once he had the door closed behind him.

Jason peeked his head into the door, eyes covered.

"Jason? Why are your eyes covered?" Jason removed his hands from his face and saw Marinette alone and in workout clothes and a ponytail that had 'fallen' to the nape of her neck.