Language Barrier | (MATURE AUDIENCES)

Damian held tightly to her hand, stepping closer to her.

"No..." he whispered voice a bit shaky as he pulled her hand down toward the source of his discomfort. "I want you... like that. I... I've dreamed about it. I didn't mean to, but - you're all I think about, sometimes, y'know!"

Damian pressed a kiss to the corner of her jaw, then several down the side of her neck. "I don't want to leave," the boy confessed, gaze tormented, "but I... don't wanna hurt you, or... do anything you don't wanna do." Part of him hoped she'd run away from him, as much as that would hurt, but another part - a rapidly consuming part - hoped that she wouldn't, that she would stay...

Iva squeaked when her hand brushed... down there, but otherwise remained silent. She pulled away softly, unsure what to think. Sure, she knew what was down there, (with five brothers, you learn a lot) but she never really thought about it,
At first, she thought it was an English thin she didnt understand, but something told her that she was missing a huge part of education. Maybe it was that, "I'll tell you on your Wedding Day" thing her dad mentioned a lot,

Well, she guessed the dreaming part was good. She dreamed about him too. Certainly not involving her... that place, but, still...

"Hurt me?" Placing two hands on his face, Iva pulled his glaze to hers.

"Demushka," she stated, placing a iss on his cheek for good measure, "You are going to think I am stupid, and I am really sorry, but I do not know what you are talking about,"

He felt fevered; hot, everywhere. Her hands were soft and cool against his face. He stroked the hair back from her own face, gazing into her eyes.

"I don't think you're stupid, at all." Damian's voice was a bare whisper. "Tiya... I want to sleep with you," he told her, a note of shyness entering his tone. Then, he clarified, just in case she didn't understand. "I... want to have... sex... with you."

Iva watched him carefully, a soft innocence in her eyes. Her lids fluttered as he touched her face, savoring his touch. Something about his shyness made her smile, but she couldn't hide the confusion she had.

"I ... do not know..what that is," Her voice matched his whisper, but she didn't understand why.

Merlin, she was killing him! How was he supposed to explain it to her when he wasn't entirely certain about it himself?

Damian rubbed his nose against hers, as she'd so often done. When he spoke again, his voice was rough.

"It's alright. We can figure it out..." He was pretty sure something within himself died as he continued. "... another time. 'kay? Right now, I hafta go."

With every last ounce of resolve the boy possessed, he pulled away again and left, walking a bit funny as he did so. He had questions to ask... and a small problem to take care of.

Iva rubbed noses with him, lost in her thoughts as he walked out. Giving a strangled sigh, she headed to the windowsill again. Boys were so ...weird! She'd have to ask Pieter about this "sex" thing. Maybe Karma.

Then she had a better idea. Picking up the book on the floor, which happened to be a dictionary, she flipped through to find the word from earlier. Honestly, it couldn't be so-

Oh.

What? That didn't make any sense!

Iva threw the book down again and headed to the door, more questions than answers in her head.