Catherine

"Remind me again on how the two of you ended up with this sleeping arrangement?" I turned to Benjie as he and Damon transferred my mattress to the ogre's room.

"He broke my door." Holding my pillows and blanket, I've been trying to catch Damon's eye but he seems to find it difficult to make eye contact with me.

"Why'd he break your door?" Benjie was wiping his brow as he got up from where he was crouching. Couldn't blame him. My mattress' huge.

I can stay still for hours during daylight but I can't even wake up on the same position when I close my eyes at night. I needed all the space I could get. Damon may be a reaper but he's not superman. I was told that I talk in my sleep. My dear mom caught me reciting a report for science class with my eyes closed. I may have studied too much.

This isn't going to work.

I might snore. He might snore. One of us isn't going to get any sleep tonight.

"Because of her jeans." I blushed as Damon finally looked at me. He hasn't spoken a word since I saw Benjie in our kitchen. He knows he's in trouble.

Don't go blaming me on how I didn't even realize that he opened my eye. I hurt my head pretty bad and the image of him naked as the day he was born wasn't helping me clear my mind. It remains a mystery on how my mother trusted him when she was the one who taught me not to just throw myself to just any man. And she saw him in all his glory.

Maybe the big guy has a script already laid down for this. Like some awful rom-com for the saints.

"So he broke your door...because of your jeans?" I nodded slowly as Benjie looked at Damon. The ogre grabbed the pillows from my arms, grumpily placing them on his bed and threw his pillows on my mattress. He looked at me, challenging me to question his actions but I kept my mouth shut. No need to argue with Benjie still around.

Two logical adults Catherine. Two logical-who am I kidding.

"Well I'm going. Was just supposed to say hi but Damon here wanted a little help with this monster of a mattress. You and your ex-boyfriend were really at it eh?" He chuckled just as Damon threw a pillow at his direction. Pointing his finger towards the door,Benjie laughed, his arms raised in surrender and walked out of Damon's room. "Kids."

I picked up the pillow he just threw and walked out of his room. Benjie was just about to walk out when I called him. "Thank you. He shouldn't have called you. I could've helped him on lifting the mattress." He smiled, scratching his ear." He didn't call me. Just thought it'd be nice to walk around. Admire the trees."

"Oh...well thank you still." He nodded and bid me goodbye, humming a tune so familiar that I stood at the door until his balding head disappeared from the stairs.

Odd. I swear it was the same song as...

"Bonbon?" I hugged the pillow as I turned to see Damon, his hands in his pockets.

"Don't you bonbon me." I am not a piece of chocolate. I refuse to be anyone's piece of chocolate.

"I didn't mean to kiss you." I looked up to see him as his eyes widened,his head shaking slightly." Not like that. I didn't mean it that way. I mean I meant it-but not that way. I didn't know-fuck." He slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand just as a rumble of thunder resounded from outside. I jumped a little, flustered on how it could possibly rain on a starry night.

I just can't help but smile as he ran his fingers through his hair, sighing in defeat. The rational part of me was saying that it's okay. It was after,  just a kiss on the forehead. But the Catherine part of me was screaming on my face on how can I be so stupid to let him do that then sipping a cup of chamomile tea afterwards.

I threw him the pillow,him failing to catch it and hitting him straight on the face. He looked at the pillow in disbelief then back at me, a playful smile slowly appearing on his face. Nobody's going to suspect that he takes souls for a living.

Get it?

Souls.

Living.

My sense of humor fails me sometimes.

...
most of the time.

"So you and Gwen were...huh?" Damon's eyes were on the pillow but I knew the question was for me. I closed the door and faced him, tilting my head to the side as I regarded his question.

"Who's Gwen?"

He finally looked up and shrugged his shoulders. "Your ass of an ex."

If I haven't met Damon before and he calls the people that I loved (take note:past tense) rude names, I would've argued with him on what gave him the right to call them that. Now, I'm tempted to agree with him. The reason why I couldn't really be mad at 'Gwen' is because I knew I was partly at fault . He wanted something I have and I wouldn't give it to him. Wouldn't. Not couldn't. I swear I should have been born on another era. I approached him and took his hand, patting it gently with mine.

"You're awful at remembering names." I didn't even remember mentioning Glen to Damon and he knows him already. Sorta.

"If they can't value you you enough, why not do the same? What he did wasn't right. Why call him in his right name?" I frowned. He sounded pretty upset. Lifting my head to meet his eyes,I saw Damon looking at our hands. "I just need a lot of sleeping space. We never really...ye know."

I'm not sure on what drove me to tell him this but I know I just can't lie to him. He just seems to know when something's wrong. Creepy but-yeah creepy.

Yes,he's annoying.

Yes, I just might choke him to death one of these days.

But he just makes me feel...I don't know.

The woman who reads romance novels doesn't even know how to express her feelings.

"So you two didn't-" he cleared his throat and held my hand, turning it over to look at the lines of my palm. Nodding, I took the pillow from his grasp and we just stayed in our little tableau until it felt awkward.

Well, for me. Because I highly doubt that a man smiling at a woman's palm can feel awkward at all.

"I'm going to change." with that said, Damon frowned, his eyebrows drawn together reminding me of a child who had 'no' for an answer.

"You don't have to change."

I laughed, withdrawing my hand from his. "In my pajamas Damon." His mouth formed an 'o' and nodded. Clearly embarrassed on how he got my words wrong. The first man aside from my father to tell me that I'm okay just as I am, when I was talking about pajamas. Timing's a female dog.

Handing him the pillow, I smiled at him one more time and left him standing there.

***

"Your bed is so soft." I chuckled and looked down at the floor to see Damon staring at the ceiling.

"And your bed's too hard." He smiled, still not looking at me.

Since Damon decided to put off buying a door for tomorrow, we decided to just move my mattress to his room.

What.

You didn't expect me to just share a bed with him right?

....

You awful people!

"Maybe there'll be a baby bear and we can have a bed that's just right." I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He caught it this time, laughing at his own joke. "I was just kidding.jeez."

"I highly doubt a blonde girl would come barging in here to try the beds." But looking back, there is a blonde girl who occasionally barges in to try the beds, and possibly trying one of the occupants.

"I am not getting you any more sweets from Ellie." I turned towards the other side of the bed and covered my face with a pillow.

"You don't mean that." I can hear the sheets moving. I glanced towards his direction, seeing him sitting, scowling at me. The lights were out and I can barely see his face. Reminds me of the time when he almost hit me with his bike. Good times. Not.

"Goodnight Damon."

He groaned and slumped back on the softness of my bed. Well at least, his bed was huge enough.

"Goodnight bonbon." he's still upset. I can tell from how he said goodnight.

"I am not a piece of chocolate." Yawning halfway, I wasn't sure if he understood my protest. He chuckled and handed me my pillow back.

I wonder if Ellie's going to make bonbons any time soon. I have to beat Damon to it. Or maybe she'll make chocolate cake. Or candies. Or ice cream. As I closed my eyes ,the last thing running on my mind was chocolate.

***
Damon

Something's squeezing me.

Not that tight but enough to wake me up. I tried prying the creature's arms from me but it groaned, tightening it's hold around me even more. Slowly opening my eyes, I slowly made out a picture of a bird's nest.

Wait.

It's hair.

I turned to my side to face this slumbering creature. She was still asleep. Her steady breathing, making her chest press closer to mine whenever she inhaled. I could see the freckles scattered around her skin and I was tempted to connect them all. Curious on what images I can make. Her lips were moving but her voice was too quiet for me to hear the words she was saying.

Hesitantly placing a hand on her waist, I was rewarded when she moved a little closer, resting her leg on top of mine.

Who knew Catherine Wright was a cuddler.

Feeling much more confident than before, I moved her head carefully to rest on my arm. The tip of her nose touching my neck. I can hear the words she was whispering now but they were all a little unclear.

Moving her hair away from her face, I tucked them behind her ear. I know she wasn't aware of this but she gave me a little smile. I knew that she got out of her bed. But I was just assuming that she must have got off on the wrong side when she decided to get a glass of water. I was too sleepy to even find out on what happened after I felt the bed dip.

The nasties know I'm with her. And they wouldn't be that stupid to just barge in and take her. Not with me being in the same room. Hugging her tighter, she groaned and buried her face in between my neck and shoulder, her hand resting on my chest.

"Volcanoes..." I frowned as I heard her first audible word. I would've thought that she was awake but she didn't say another word for the next couple of minutes. She kept moving a little closer every time I attempted to loose her hold on me and I'm a man.

And the proximity of our bodies is making my body react like a man when it comes to mornings. I need to wake her up.

"Hey..." I patted her cheek put she just pouted. I smiled and tried removing her body parts making contact with my body parts.

"Bonbon..." I paused and looked down at her as I successfully removed her hold on me, her head still resting on my arm.

Did she just say that?

For a moment there, I stopped what I was doing and just looked at her. She was wondering on why I called her bonbon. The word just came out of my mouth when I saw her. I would've called her bonny but she would probably contradict me.

She lifted a hand to scratch her neck, the wound almost gone now.

Her eyes opened slowly, slightly confused on why the room was a little too brighter than her own.

And she wonders why I call her bonbon.

"Morning." she croaked. I laughed a little. It hasn't sank in to her that she's tangled with me just yet.

"Good morning, beautiful."