Fires In The Night

[Taylor Caroline Becks]

Even on her days off, Taylor woke exceptionally early. She had always been a morning person and in the rare hour where New York was almost silent, she liked to ventured out onto the streets and usually she’d head towards the water, kitted out in her roller-skates and protective pads. There was almost nothing better in her opinion, but sadly it only really worked out on days where the weather was sunny or at least dry enough for the wheels.
Today, however, was against her and the cold wind that washed over the city left her with no choice but to abandon her skates in her wardrobe and come up with something else to do on the quiet morning where there was nothing to disturb her.

Drake was working and wouldn’t be finished until late at night again now, so Taylor found herself with a whole day to fill and no real need to do anything. There were no errands to run, no things to plan…nothing but freedom for her. She looked out of the window as she wrapped the corn snake around her arm, smiling down at the newest of her exotic pets as she tried to think of the best way to spend her day away from the hospital. Eventually, she decided to take it one idea at the time and the best way to start any day was with a good cup of coffee. She padded across her apartment and placed Cole back into his tank and sealed him in safely before crossing to the shoe cupboard and slipping her feet into the comfiest pair of heels that she owned.

Nowhere made coffee as good as the small doughnut shop on 7th avenue and as she slid her arms into her jacket she began to head in the direction of the quaint little place. A good cup of coffee and a sweet pastry would perk her up and provide her with a little more time to contemplate her options for the day. She could go shopping, maybe visit the museum…then, the idea came to her and it was the best she had ever had; bookstores! Taylor loved to read and she couldn’t think of a better thing to do than to find a new mystery novel and curl up on her sofa with it, maybe with a glass of that fine red wine she had been saving for the right time. Her apartment was already filled with books that didn’t even fit on the shelving units she had fitted when she brought the county-esque loft. Most of them now sat on the edge of the stairs, piled precariously on window ledges and leaned dangerously above her wardrobe, but she couldn’t bear to part with any of them. If there was one thing she hoarded it was books, regardless of how good they were or how often she read them.

So there it was; her plan for the day. Taylor found herself standing outside of the doughnut shop in no time at all and clearly there had been a few other people in the city who had the same idea as she had for the early morning pre-rush through the Big Apple. Patiently, she joined the queue and eyed up the fresh doughnuts, mentally narrowing it down to which one she wanted the most, finally setting on a jam filling to accompany her morning latte. She smiled at the young girl who worked there and then ordered her breakfast, handing over a crisp note to pay for it, slipping some change into the tip jar before moving to the end of the counter to wait for her coffee.

Taylor tried to think about what books were released recently that she had yet to read, but none came to mind immediately. Clearly, she needed the caffeine boost before she could actually think straight about things like that. She accepted her drink from the young man who was making the coffees and then turned around, carefully handling the doughnut and coffee whilst she moved her way through the waiting crowd of people. At the door, she bumped into a tall man who was trying to get by her, but luckily she didn’t spill the hot drink or drop her doughnut. “Oh, sorry.”

[/color] She was about to casually move on and continue with her day when the soft chuckle of the man caused her to freeze in place.

Taylor would recognise that chuckle anywhere and the shivers it sent through her body only ever came from one person – and that person was not the handsome doctor she was dating. Slowly, almost unbelievably, she flicked her emerald eyes up, a huge grin forming on her face when she saw the rugged features of the man who was, without a doubt, her best friend. “Damien! What are you doing here?”[/color] She flung the arm holding the doughnut around his neck, hugging him close as best as she could, before stepping back and grinning at her friend like a small child in Disneyworld. She couldn’t believe that he was actually standing there before her and she didn’t even know he was in town!
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TAGGED! Damien <3
WORDS! 896!
OUTFIT! While We’re Young
LYRICS! Fires - - - Band of Skulls
NOTES! <3

[damien travis walsh]

He’d only been in New York for a little over two weeks and Damien still felt lost in the city that never sleeps. He had managed to lose his apartment a few times already, not to mention his car, which he was slowly starting to realise was much safer and more secure locked up in the underground garage beneath the large white apartment complex where the spacious new home of his was.
The only thing he had managed to find without a hitch so far was the university campus itself and that was probably because he followed the hoard of students that seemed to be flocking in the same direction down the lively streets of the city.

Damien still had so much to do before he could relax though and there was even more to do before he could approach Taylor and tell her the good news; that he was now living in the very city she called home. He lay awake at night thinking about what would happen when he encountered the brunette and told her everything, his mind inventing scenes from Hollywood movies that usually involved kisses in the rain, embraces in the middle of the street and happy endings. He wondered if she had been waiting for him and if all the short relationships with the guys who clearly only saw her as an attractive, leggy trophy to place on the back of their bike as they ripped through the streets with their lives hanging precariously on the breeze.

Before any of that could happen though and well before fantasy could become a reality, he had a lot of planning to do for his lectures and seminars at the university. There was something magical about teaching and Damien had never felt such a rush since the first time he won a case in court. It was rather surreal to stand there before people – students – who were eager to hear what he had to say and who were genuinely interested in the cases he was talking about and the humorous tales he had to tell about his own experience in the courtroom. Joining the university staff in the second half of the school year meant that he had to combine the notes of the previous professor who had died suddenly in the middle of winter with his own take on the course, assuring that there was plenty of information in his teaching plans to allow his students to really benefit from the course and develop a deeper knowledge of the subject of criminal law.

Before he could begin though, he needed some breakfast and the empty refrigerator that stared back at him mockingly was hardly promising. Running his hand through slicked hair, he closed the door and turned to examine the food and water bowls that belonged to Saffron, who sat obediently waiting for her master to make a move. After filling them, he smiled as the Husky padded to the bowls, digging into the breakfast he needed to find from somewhere. He grabbed his keys and locked the strange new door he was far from accustomed to before making his way to the elevator, pausing for a moment to remember which was to go.

On the street, he walked. He didn’t know in which direction he was heading or what exactly he was looking for. He was in New York; surely there was somewhere close by that would bring him the filling breakfast that his stomach was growling loudly for. There was a small donut shop just across the street that seemed quite popular this morning, so dodging the cars that were creeping up the road, Damien crossed to the other sidewalk, falling in line behind a man in a pristine business suit before jumping off at the doorway of the busy shop, bumping into someone he recognised immediately.
The long brown hair that spilt over her shoulders in gentle waves was the first give away, the second was the statuesque height of the woman that accompanied her slender frame. Finally, she had a face that he would recognise anywhere, not to mention hers was the face he was in love with.

He chuckled at her expression and hugged her back tightly when she flung her arm around his neck. It felt good to hold her in his arms and the grin that took over his face was uncontainable. This may not have been one of the hundreds of ways he had envisioned their reunion, but that didn’t matter; this was perfect.
“It’s so good to see you Tay. I’ve been meaning to call you to meet up, but, well, I guess moving to New York is more hectic than I imagined it would be.”

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Tagged- Taylor Becks
Words- 839
Lyrics- Just Breathe by Pearl Jam
Clothes- Over here
Notes- xD
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[Taylor Caroline Becks]

Taylor couldn’t remember a part of her life without Damien in it. Her earliest memory was playing in the paddling pool with him splashing her until she cried from the water in her eyes. The pair of them had been inseparable since infanthood and nothing had managed to tear them apart, not once. They had never fallen out over anything and whilst both of them were known to voice their differences, they never let them interfere with the friendship that seemed to come so naturally for them both. He had always been there whenever she needed him and even when he lived all the way out in Washington she knew that she could pick up the phone and call him whenever times got tough and she needed someone to talk to.
There had never really been anyone else like that in her life and Damien was always her first and final port of call. He had been there when she had her braces put on and taken off, he was holding her hand when her mom died and her test results were returned, he was even there when she knocked on the door in the middle of the night, a broken mess of tears and tangles of hair.
Hell, thinking back, why the hell had he slept with her that night? Surely she couldn’t have been much to look at; all vulnerable, exposed, with puffy eyes and blotchy skin. Thinking about that night still made her cheeks flush red and words became impossible for the tall, sophisticated doctor.

It was strange though. Taylor never felt nervous around other guys and commenting on the bedroom aspect of their relationship was something that she said with a casual shrug and a nonchalant expression. It was only the thought of that night and Damien that turned her into a shy little girl who had just stolen her first kiss or something. Taylor had stopped trying to understand it a long time ago, putting it all down to the simple fact that Damien was her best friend and that they had been through so much together that it just seemed awkward to imagine them actually doing something so crazy again. They had never spoken about it since it happened, so surely that said volumes about what they both thought, even if they didn’t regret it. Taylor certainly didn’t and whilst she may never have dated Damien, for her it was the sensation of feeling so loved that made her smile about that night, even if it was wrong to think of their friendship in that way again.

The smile from her face vanished as the meaning behind his words hit her. Then, she grinned bigger than ever and hugged him again, her feet almost off the ground as she flung her arms around his broad shoulders, squeezing him as though he wasn’t real. The usually calm doctor had vanished and the high squeal that escaped her lips seemed to reflect that. She felt like a giddy school girl and there was a feeling stirring inside of her that she hadn’t felt in a very long time; so long, in fact, that she didn’t understand what it was, but she knew that it was overpowering and that her mellow exterior didn’t stand a chance against the overwhelming emotion that was rushing through her veins, causing the tips of her fingers to tingle. “You’ve moved here? When?!”

[/color] The excitement was evident in her voice and it was suddenly like Taylor was fifteen years old again; her lips moving faster than the speed of light as she hurtled the rest of her questions at the handsome lawyer who stood before her. “You know you should’ve called me, Damien! I could’ve helped you move your things in and help you get settled. Where are you living?”[/color] There was no stopping her now and if anyone from the hospital could see her at this moment, none of them would ever believe that it was Taylor Becks standing before them, a strange twinkle of happiness in her emerald eyes and a grin on her face the size of Manhattan. She was always the collected, professional Doctor Becks who spent most of her days in the morgue, finding out causes of deaths rather than racing around the rest of the hospital running from one patient to another. To see her like this would probably stun most of them into earlier retirement.

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TAGGED! Damien <3
WORDS! 777!
OUTFIT! While We’re Young
LYRICS! Fires - - - Band of Skulls
NOTES! <3

[damien travis walsh]

Taylor had once been the mousy haired little girl with the gap between her teeth who lived next door and who would quietly play on the grass at the front of her house with her dolls until Damien hopped over the sienna picket fence to ask her if she wanted to climb the apple trees on the corner of their street. Her big, emerald eyes would light up and she’d hurry to her feet, chasing after him as they ran down the sidewalk, laughing and cheering after each other. Very few things made her eyes light up in the same way that they did back then and Damien was ecstatic that right now, in this little shop, the light was there again, twinkling like diamonds as she beamed up at him.
Ever since the death of her mother and college, Damien had seen the girl next door grow into a mature and complicated woman who played her cards close to her vest like she always had done, but now she seemed to make more of an effort to hide away from those around her. In this moment though, her walls were down and the Taylor Becks that he had known, loved and remembered was standing there for the rest of the world to see. She was the girl he remembered chasing down the street, Taylor always joking that he’d never be able to catch her as she scaled a tree faster than any of the boys in the neighbourhood could. Everything they did, she always strived to do better and in Damien’s eyes, she always succeeded in that impossible feat.

Some things about her never changed; the cherry scented smell of her skin as she hugged him tightly, the light tickle of her hair against his neck and the way she felt in his arms. If there had been any doubt in his mind about his feelings for Taylor, they would have been resolved by the skipping of his heart as he wrapped his arms around her, embracing her as though they’d not seen each other in years, when in fact, he had seen her only a few weeks ago when they were both home in Fort Lee for Christmas, albeit, their meeting then had been brief; work dragging them back to their respective states to change the lives of those who depended on them. The fleeting encounters every few months were not enough for the thirty year old lawyer, who missed the nights when he could almost hop from his bedroom to hers whenever he felt the need to chill with his best friend and eternal crush, though back then, he didn’t quite realise that was the reason behind his unrelenting desire to be around her every few hours.

Gently, he prised her steel-like arms from his shoulders and smiled down affectionately at her. “Are you sure you need another coffee, Becks?” He teased, the charming smirk playing on his lips as he rested his hands on her arms, not wanting to let go of her just yet. Impishly, he placed a finger to her full, glossed lips to silence her stream of questions. She was most definitely a doctor; her inquisitive mind was enough proof of that for sure. “Yes, I did. I moved into a little apartment over by Central Park just over a week ago now.” He knew the backlash would soon be coming from her for him not telling her sooner, but it would be all worth it. “Becks, you have a life too! Besides, who would be saving lives if you were trying to carry one end of my couch up the stairs?” He added, stepping further up the line and bringing the brunette woman with him. He was certain that he had not seen her like this in the longest of times and if moving unexpectedly to New York was all it took to see that happiness in her again, then it was worth it and it gave him hope that he was in with a chance at more than just friendship with the beautiful doctor.

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[Taylor Caroline Becks]

Whilst Taylor and Damien had changed a lot over the last two decades, the one thing that had never really altered was their friendship. They had grown closer when everyone else grew apart. Even now, he was still her best friend and Taylor was fairly certain that nothing would ever change that, but there was something now, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on as she held onto him, hugging him for longer than she usually hugged anyone for. It started in her lower stomach, a warm tingle spreading through her body as his arms closed back around her, his strong arms embracing her in a way that only he ever could. There was just something different about the way he hugged her; it had always been there and Taylor had never questioned it before, but then she’d never realised there was anything different about it before. It was only now that she noticed it, wondering how it was that he could hug her and make her feel so…so…so safe?

No, it wasn’t safety she felt when it held her, it was something else; something more ‘real’, more intoxicating and relaxing than safety or anything else that could be deemed practical when it came to human feelings. What was she thinking? Nothing about human feelings was ever practical. In fact, most of the things that happened in regard to emotions and dealing with them usually happened at the worst of times and had the potential to cause more trouble than was even necessary when they complicated matters beyond belief. What was distressing to some was more irritating to others and when something wasn’t understood then it led to fireworks, and not the good kind that Katy Perry sang about on the radio each morning when Taylor was driving to work.

Maybe that was why she kept things relatively simple in her life and kept a tight hold of the reigns when it came to relationships; both platonic and romantic. She had batted Drake away for long enough before finally deciding that he was actually good dating material for her. Even now, it was early days and she wouldn’t race into things that he often suggested when they had a rare lunch break together. She liked to be on top of everything in her life, including emotions.

However, when it came to Damien she didn’t have to think twice or doubt any of her emotions. He was Damien, after all, and playfully she shoved his arm. “I can handle my caffeine. You, on the other hand – remember that road trip to Chicago? I almost had to handcuff you to your seat after your third cup!”

[/color] She chuckled softly at the memory, covering her mouth out of habit. Before braces, way back when, Taylor had been conscious of the crooked teeth that still weren’t exactly perfect, and so always covered her mouth when laughing; it had been a childhood habit that stuck with her, just like the habit she had of twirling with her hair when she was around someone attractive.
She had to smile though; Becks. It had been too long since she heard his velvety voice call her by her little nickname. He was the only one aside from her dad who had the privilege of providing her with nicknames and he had took full advantage of that over the years, but Becks was always the simple one that made her smile.

The touch of his finger to her lips made Taylor gasp a little and she looked up at him with wide eyes as that tingly feeling flooded every inch of her body again. She listened to him and calmed herself down slightly from the gaggling school girl she had been acting like. She sipped her coffee and smiled. “I live four blocks east from Central Park.”[/color] She smiled, glad that he was always going to be in walking distance for her, even if midnight meetings wouldn’t be the best for either of them. Taylor shrugged her narrow shoulders at his question and then averted her eyes, raising the cup to her lips again. “My kind of patients aren’t going anywhere in a hurry.”[/color] She mumbled quietly, suddenly aware that she may now have to admit to her specialised practice in the hospital where she worked. Quickly, she moved to change the topic. “So, how are things in the world of law? Anything exciting happening?”[/color]
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WORDS! 776!
OUTFIT! While We’re Young
LYRICS! Fires - - - Band of Skulls
NOTES! <3

[damien travis walsh]

A lot of things in life were ever changing and hardly anything stayed the same long enough for anything to be appreciated. Taylor had always been the one factor in his life that was always there. He had had a lucky life, but he always knew that if he needed her she would hop a flight in the middle of the night for him. It was things like that that made their friendship perfect and it was one of the many reasons that he believed he had fallen for her in the first place.
Taylor never changed; she always remained the same girl and if he squinted and tilted his head to the left slightly, he could still see the mousy haired girl with bunches tangled in knots and faint freckles dancing across sun kissed skin. Maybe she’d grown out of that image now, but inside there was the same little girl. If he challenged her to climb the biggest tree in Central Park he knew that she’d kick her heels off and be swinging from the branches in a few seconds and if she slipped from the tree, he’d be ready to swoop in and save her like the knight in shining armour.

It was all he wanted to happen. He wanted the feelings from that night to return and for the sparks to never fade again. There was more to that night than just sex and it meant more to him than another meaningless fling with a girl. Maybe it had been the night he had truly realised his feelings for the beautiful doctor, but he knew that it meant something for her too. Taylor wasn’t the kind of girl to throw it around town like some tramp in a mini skirt and he knew that she had to have a good reason and feelings to match before she would have slept with him, let alone share her first time with him. She had never been the kind of girl to talk about her feelings or her memories, but Damien had come to know that as just another thing to love about her. In a world where people fought tooth and claw for their fifteen minutes of fame, Taylor would stand idly by, keeping herself to herself until the very end.

He laughed warmly, realising just how much he had missed those twinkling green eyes shining up at him, “and I told you that I would more than happily let you handcuff me.” He taunted, reminding her of the long drive and the banter that only they could have whenever they were together. “and I was just egging you on. My caffeine tolerance is way higher than yours. At least I didn’t try to take my clothes off at my own graduation party. I had to lock you in the bathroom.” He teased, knowing full well that the events of that story had not been the result of caffeine but something much stronger instead. Damien loved bringing that tale up just to see the scarlet blush fill her unblemished cheeks.
Damien smiled, so tempted to pull her hand away from her face when she laughed. She had an amazing smile and it irritated him that she worked hard to hide it. There was no need for her to be embarrassed by it and one flash of her pearly white teeth was enough to light up the whole day for the thirty year old.

“Not quite next door then?” Damien joked, flashing her a smile before turning to give his order to the less than interested young man serving behind the high counter. She was still close enough to see at the drop of a hat and he was sure that despite their work schedules they’d be able to spend plenty of time together; it really would be like how things were back in New Jersey.
He only caught parts of her mumbling; “patients…hurry.” A raised eyebrow and a knowing look her way was all it usually took for Damien to show Taylor that he knew there was more to her story. He never pushed her for answers though; he remembered how private she could be and knew her well enough to know that she’d tell him something only when she was ready. He also knew when she was trying desperately to change the subject, but this time, he let it slide. “There’s nothing really worth mentioning. Though, I have had a slight career change…” He dragged the last word out longer than was necessary as he handed over the money for his order. He knew she’d bite if he laid out the bait.

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Words- 782
Lyrics- Just Breathe by Pearl Jam
Clothes- Over here
Notes- xD
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[Taylor Caroline Becks]

The last thing Taylor had been expecting today was to run into Damien in her local little coffee shop. However, it was something she wouldn’t change for the world. The man meant more to her than words could ever say and Taylor’s apartment was adorned with photos of the infamous duo from all eras of their lives together. Wherever she walked to in her homely loft there were always those two faces smiling back up at her, from the spotty teenage years to the previous Christmas when they had last been reunited as independent adults who were successful in their chosen careers and at a stage in their lives when the whole world was at their feet, their destinies unravelling for them to take control of.

The tall brunette took a sip from her coffee and hid a soft blush behind elegant curls. She had momentarily allowed her mind to wander to that night; the night when their choice, their words had changed Taylor’s life for what could only be the better. She’d never bring it up in conversation again, but that night meant a lot to her; more than words or confidence would ever allow her to say to Damien, no matter how close their friendship was, or how much he really did mean to her.


There was the soft vibrations of her phone in her tight denim pocket, but the doctor ignored the text message, knowing that it would only be Drake trying to make plans with her for after his shift at the hospital finished. To be quite frank though, Taylor was more than content to spend the day and hell, the rest of the week if it had been remotely possible, with Damien. They had a lot of catching up to do and regardless to what ever happened in her life, Damien would always be her number two guy, after her dad had snagged the top spot years ago. It was part of every girl’s heart to always hold a soft spot for their first love and whilst Taylor would never admit it, not even to herself, that was the title Damien held.

She sipped her coffee again and rolled her eyes. “Oh please, you just wanted to see if those lap dancer’s hand cuffs could hold.”

[/color] Her eyebrows furrowed as the memory came back to her. “How much money did you bet on that again?”[/color] She queried, remembering the state of him after she collected him from the party he was at before their long road trip began.
Shock brought another blush to Taylor’s cheeks and she looked around to make sure that no one else had overheard his words. That night was one that Damien had been sworn to secrecy about and unfortunately, he had been the only person sober enough to remember Taylor’s sordid antics. “That was tequila and you promised never to mention that again!”[/color] She hissed, pinching his arm painfully, like they were both little children again, teasing each other at recess.

“No, but I don’t see how that’ll stop you knocking on my door most days.”[/color] She said, almost with a flirtatious look in her emerald eyes as she looked up at the tall man.
The look he threw her caused the brunette to chew her lip. There was always something about Damien that made it harder for Taylor to keep things from him and usually she wouldn’t even try, but there were only her work colleagues who knew the specialised field of her career currently; even her dad didn’t know. She knew it would cause her family and Damien to worry if she told them that she spent her days hanging around with corpses because she feared death if she worked with the living and dealt permanently with the lives she could save. Luckily, he seemed to drop it though when she hinted about it and Taylor was thankful that he knew her well enough not to press the matter. She would tell him, eventually, when she felt ready and able to do so.
Her eyes widened and Taylor straightened up a little, her curiosity sparked now. “Career change? What are you doing now then? Legal Aid?”[/color] She never would have thought he’d drop his career like that. He always seemed so passionate about the cases he worked on and the people he worked with.
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TAGGED! Damien <3
WORDS! 769!
OUTFIT! While We’re Young
LYRICS! Fires - - - Band of Skulls
NOTES! <3

[damien travis walsh]

She was beautiful, and in Damien’s eyes, any man who could deny that was a fool. Her laugh, the twinkle in her eyes…it was enough to make his heart skip a beat. He had to play it cool though; he hadn’t waited all this time to throw it all away now with some impulsive move and some idiotic play. He wanted to show Taylor how much she meant to him, not treat her like she was just another girl who could be in his bed. She meant so much more to him than that.
He also couldn’t tell her that she was the reason for his relocation. For one, she’d take it the wrong way and believe she was to blame for whatever midlife crisis his mother believed he was going through. Damien’s mother couldn’t understand why her son had given up a promising career with a prestigious law firm in Washington to move to New York and take up a teaching position in a university there. She genuinely wondered if the stress had caused some kind of mental breakdown in the thirty year old. He wouldn’t tell her about his feelings for Taylor, though they seemed pretty obvious. The less people he had meddling in this, the easier and better it would be for him to find the right time to tell her the truth he had concealed from her for years.

He caught the blush from her face and in the quiet shop the dim buzzing was not something that went unnoticed to Damien. He smirked softly and nudged her shoulder with his own, “ignoring someone are we?” He questioned warmly. It wasn’t in his nature to be nosy and he wasn’t about to start now either, but he wanted to know how life was going for Taylor. Maybe she hadn’t caught the phone ringing, or maybe she was being polite, but Damien was still wondering about it nevertheless.
There were questions he already wanted to ask, but Taylor was his best friend, not a witness on the stand.

The guy behind the counter threw them both a strange look and Damien flashed him an apologetic smile. He doubted many people wanted to hear about the antics from the end of their teenage years, especially so early in the morning, “Viola was a lovely girl and those cuffs would have held if you’d even tried.” He insisted before looking away, “um, fifty bucks.” Confessing to it made him realise just how silly it had been. Never again had he chosen to go to a frat party right before a road trip across country again. How Taylor had been able to handle him staying in the car was beyond him and Damien hadn’t even been drinking that night; the atmosphere had simply driven him to a silly level of stupidity and flirting.
He had to laugh at her reaction and it took him a second to control himself, even after Taylor’s nails had dug into his skin. He pulled him arm free and rubbed the spot where the skin had turned red and tender. “Ow! Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He couldn’t hide the smile on his face though and a soft chuckle still passed his lips as he accepted his drink from the staff member and then offered Taylor his arm, just like old times.

“Back home I used to knock on your window, actually.” He corrected, almost teasingly as he avoided looking into those eyes that threatened to break his composure once and for all. There was something in her eyes, something different than before, that would be more than enough to crumble the well devised plan he had formed in his mind to win Taylor’s heart.
He chuckled at her suggestion. Legal Aid was a wonderful idea and something Damien fully believed in, but it was far from his choice of how to spend the rest of his life. He had seen enough of a court room and dealt with more than enough egoistical money grabbing bastards to last the rest of his days. “No, Becks. I mean a real change. I’m the new law professor at the university.” He beamed, curious about how she would react to that bombshell.

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Words- 710
Lyrics- Just Breathe by Pearl Jam
Clothes- Over here
Notes- xD
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