Rise and Shine.

Savannah

I have slept alone my whole life.

Never did I know that sleeping beside someone as fine as Damon would grant such blissful sleep.

I have slept in bed with him before, granted. But it wasn’t like this.

It was like I was wrapped in a biker cocoon of pale flesh and long dick.

I loved it.

Waking up in the morning to my phone going off, I immediately realized what I had messed up.

I forgot to FaceTime Percy and check in with Uncle Jonah before passing out in post-bang bliss.

Untangling Damon’s body from mine, he somehow managed to sleep on top of me like I would leave him in the middle of the night, I slapped at the bedside stand to reach my phone.

All while Damon fought to climb back on top of me.

On the last ring, I managed to hit accept and rasp out a, “Hello.”

Which is also the exact moment I realized this wasn’t a phone call, it was a video one and I was buck-ass naked with an even more exposed Angel still on top of me.

Percy’s face lit up the screen, my boobs in the frame where Damon’s bare back was not covering nearly enough all of a sudden.

Percy screeches and throws his phone.

I can hear him cover his eyes far too fast and end up hitting himself in the face.

“Ah! Damn it, Savannah! Gross!” Percy yells through the speaker.

I can hear it come from farther away since his phone was now on the floor of his bedroom somewhere.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t see the video part, I was going to put it on speaker. I’m so sorry!”

I can’t sit up or grab the blanket, Damon is too heavy to move and I know he is faking being asleep now, like the douchecanoe he is.

“I’m sorry, Percy! I passed out before calling you, I’m sorry. I’m okay though.”

I could feel Damon’s chuckle deep in his chest as it vibrated through my own.

“You suck,” I tell him. This is his fault.

If he would just move off me like normal people sleep, instead of on top of me.

“No baby, ~you suck~. ~I lick~.”

Damon barely opens his eyes to look at me. Sleep still crusted in the corners, his voice rough and gravely.

This man doesn’t know how not to be sexy.

Percy is heard giving his fake cough to pull my attention back, seeing how I did forget I was on the phone due to the morning wood poking my belly.

“So, good morning, Piglet!”

Percy rolls his eyes and facepalms, Damon snuggles deeper into my neck but thankfully uses one of his bulging python arms to cover me so any more nip slips I might accidentally show will be protected.

“How’s your knee?” He skips past the unfortunate start of this call to get to the important stuff.

“I still have like twelve hours before I can get on it. After Darrion gives me the okay, I’ll text you and let you know.”

Percy nods, looking a little worse for the wear.

“Is something wrong, Percy? Why do you look like shit?”

“Probably because I saw your whole boob and now I’m sick to my stomach.”

“First of all: fuck you. Secondly, don’t bullshit me. That’s not why. What’s wrong?”

Percy sighs, long and exhausted.

He looks drained, and I can’t help the twinge of worry that sprouts in my gut.

It doesn’t matter how basic the reason is, seeing the people I love hurt, in any form, is enough to make a spike in my anxiety.

I need perfection or I’m on the front lines and preparing for battle.

“Quinn wants to date. Officially.”

He sighs again, ready to unload his troubles to me. I’m happy to take them away.

Percy is bisexual. He likes girls and guys. But he has never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. He doesn’t date.

He sleeps around, he is sweet, thoughtful of his lovers, but he isn’t into dating.

I personally think it has something to do with Percy’s mom, Aunt Zoey, getting up one day and never coming back.

I think my Piglet had mommy issues.

I mean, I would too.

It wasn’t like she was a good mom, but still.

I remember holding him on Mother's Day, on Christmases, and ditching school to go to him on his own birthdays.

It hurt him not having a mom.

I think that’s one of the reasons he is so good at shifting my attention from the loss of my own. Because he has already been through it and knows the steps. He has read the signs. He knows the feelings.

Although, I think my younger cousin might have it worse.

I had a great mom who died.

She didn’t want to leave me.

Percy has a shitty mom who is unfortunately still alive as far as we know and chose to walk out and never return.

I think living in limbo, that ~what if she comes back~, was what made me hate Aunt Zoey.

How dare she keep Percy’s guard up for years and let him down at every turn.

For that, I will never forgive her.

“And you don’t want to, still.”

He nods with his face hanging in the palm of his hand.

“Don’t feel guilty for wanting what you do. Quinn can’t help how he feels, and neither can you. If you don’t want to date, then don’t. I would stop seeing Quinn, though, so he can move on.

“There’s no way he will be able to separate himself from just sex when he was honest with you about his feelings. I know it’s hard. But if you’re not ready, then you’re just not.”

It’s too early to get into emotions of this caliber.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. You always are,” he grumbles.

“Take a shower, eat something, sleep. And I’ll talk to you later today for the daily update. Okay? I love you.”

Percy agrees, giving a ~love you too~ back before we sign off.

I send a text to my uncle letting him know I am awake and fine, sorry about forgetting to check in and just got off the phone with Percy.

“I hate to say it, but I need help,” I huff, already annoyed that once again, Damon was going to have to help me into the bathroom and help me out of it.

I like being coddled from time to time, but I hate being taken care of like a frail old lady.

“With what, baby?” He kissed my chin.

Probably already sensing my rising anger and frustration at the situation.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

I really couldn’t say I need to pee?

“Aw, do you need to potty?”

I punched him.

Dead in the ear.

And no, I am not sorry.

Turns out I hate being treated like a child more than an old lady.

“I should piss in your bed for that,” I growled. The weight on my bladder was intensifying and here this douchebag was making jokes at my expense.

Damon didn’t say anything back, not a smart little jab or curse word. He simply got off me, cradled me in his arms, watching out for my knee, and carried me to his bathroom.

Sitting me on the toilet, he held my leg from touching the floor.

“Get out, I’ve already told you this is a private show.”

“You can’t put weight on this leg. Just go. I don’t care.”

I gaped at him.

How dare he insist I pee in front of him!

I can’t do that!

That’s private!

“No! I’ll hold my own leg. Get out!”

What if this was one of those times when you pee and you fart a little bit?

I would die of embarrassment.

I would rather fuck his knee on the Jumbotron in the middle of Times Square than crack one out in front of him.

Leaning forward, he turns the water on in the sink, and I clamp my thighs shut to hold back and fight the urge to let the dam burst.

“So go, Van. It’s fine.”

He shook his head at how red I was turning and the fight I was putting up.

“No! No, it is not fine.”

I may be open and in love with my body, but not what comes out of it!

I already puked in front of him before.

I know everyone does it, but I don’t care!

Not at all!

Damon shot me an evil smirk before reaching to the opposite side and turning the knobs of the shower on.

“Oh God.” I squeezed every nook and cranny of my body I could find and fought the urge to let a golden shower run down in eyesight of the Angel on his knees in front of me.

“Psssssssssss,” Damon added.

“I hate you!” I screamed at the highest pitch of my voice I had to offer.

“Pssssss.” Damon put a hand on my thighs and started to jiggle me.

“Stop it! Oh God, please stop!”

I felt it getting ready to splatter the white porcelain.

Leaning in while keeping the jiggle on my thigh, he managed to place his mouth to my ear and softly hiss out a “psssss” that vibrated around my ear canal before dropping to my bladder and making the first leak spring free.

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!” I yelled slash whimpered over the sound of my pee splashing in the toilet water.