Deimos didn’t know how he ended up here. It’s only been three weeks of knowing this motherfucker and they’ve gotten to the point where Mira’s cuddled up beside him, head on his shoulder, eating a soggy fry from the vast quantities of leftovers they have. They’ve built their own fort in the living room with six blankets wrapped around them and accumulated a small army of pillows. The coffee table was overflowing with food from leftover turkey to said soggy fries to pumpkin pie paired with a lone can of whip cream.

How did he get here?

Yesterday he was in Greece with his sister and mother chatting and laughing in front of their fireplace with wine in one hand and cheese and crackers in the other. Her sister, the gremlin she was, somehow had found out Mira’s Instagram account and interrogated him about the post of both of them. (Mira had grabbed him by the neck and yanked him down to her level for a short and sweet selfie. Her cheeks pressed against his and were soft and warm). His mom laughed at Deimos and Juno, his sister, bicker and argue the whole time, congratulating Deimos at the end for finally finding a “friend.” Deimos had specifically said to his mom that they weren’t friends. They hung out five times in the span of a week before he left for two weeks to visit his family in Greece. That wasn’t enough to be called a friend.

Yet here he was, Mira and Deimos tangled together in the warmth of six layers of blankets. Mira sighed and watched the bloody film unfold in front of her, eyes distant yet touch so close, with the subtle stretches of her legs making Deimos go insane as her legs braided and got between his. She didn’t wear a bra and he could feel her breasts against his arm, and it made his stomach twist and blood boil. Everything about this girl made him crazy.

Two weeks in Greece was paradise and now he’s back in Hell with this stupid little brat the centre of his pain.

Licking her fingers clean of the oily French fries she scarfed down, Mira sighed and got up from her spot. She glanced at him, her gaze soft and loving.

“You want hot chocolate?” She asked softly.

Deimos paused. She was so close, he could grab the nape of her neck and kiss her.

“…Sure,” he muttered, adjusting the blankets accordingly so his left side wasn’t cold. Mira smiled at him and hilariously stumbled out of their little fort. Deimos didn’t pay attention to the movie at all and listened to her hum in the kitchen. While the water boiled, she popped back in to check on the movie and grabbed the can of whip cream for the steaming drinks. After the bloodbath of the third act and the ending scene rolled by, Deimos got up and helped Mira clean and pack up the plates of food. Both of them did agree to finish the pie though, and took turns doing shots of whip cream, snickering like children as they licked the cream off their faces.

“You guys are so domestic,” a new voice commented. A curly redhead appeared from the hallway, pale and tired.

Deimos shot Mira a questioning look and she responded, “Annie.”

“So this is Deimos you’ve been gushing about,” Annie yawned and sat down at the dinner table. “Nice to meet you, homie.”

Deimos stayed silent, sticking close to Mira as she made their drinks.

“You would have met him weeks ago if you weren’t hanging out with your boyfriend,” Mira pointed out. “Dani, Raven, Deimos and I had a nice movie marathon without you.”

Deimos wouldn’t call the movie marathon three days after the party “nice.” It was uncomfortable until Dani and Raven fell asleep and Mira made snide jokes about them. Afterwards Deimos and she walked around the neighbourhood at three in the morning and chatted about aliens and space. Mira was extremely passionate and it rubbed off onto him.

“Daniel and I had a nice little date,” Annie pointed out. She paused and smirked. “It was similar to the situation happening on the couch a few seconds ago.”

Deimos knew he was blushing and he looked down at the counter. It was an automatic reaction, he didn’t realize how fucking obvious he was being, and Annie laughed. Mira groaned and leaned against the counter, shooting an annoyed stare.

“So the moment I bring home a guy friend, you guys shove this heteronormativity bullshit down my throat,” she pointed out. “If I brought home a girl, you’d guys just be saying bullshit like, ‘Oh, it’s just gals being palls!’”

Annie burst out laughing. “Well, you do have a point,” she admitted. “But, you never bring guy friends home. I didn’t even think you had guy friends. Just girl friends and girlfriends.”

Mira glanced at him, smirking. “Deimos is different,” she snickered.

Deimos bit his lip and shoved her. She shoved back, snickering even more. He knew the look she was giving him. Not every guy wears lingerie.

“Well, now that I think about it, you do have a preference for girls,” Annie thought out loud.

Mira blushed and laughed. Deimos couldn’t stop staring at her embarrassed smile. Annie egged her on, teasing her relentlessly about the various girls she’s brought home. Surprisingly, Mira was more flirtatious than Deimos thought.

“There was that one tall butch girl that had amazing thighs,” Annie brought up excitedly.

Mira’s face went red. She panicked and looked at Deimos with horror. “Annie, no, shut up-”

Annie squealed. “And you both were in the kitchen-!”

Hastily, Mira scrambled over and covered her mouth. Both girls wrestled and giggled, knocking shit over. Deimos awkwardly watched on the sidelines as they fought, noticing how close Mira was with her. She was basically in her lap, face inches from Annie’s, mouth sealed around her lips. She was close with everyone, really. Mira cuddled with Dani and kissed the top of Raven’s head. She didn’t have boundaries.

“Deimos!” Annie shouted, breaking free of Mira’s grip. “Be careful with this girl! She’ll get between any nice thighs and eat-!”

“Holy fuck, Annie, shut UP!” Mira screamed in horror, covering her mouth roughly. Annie laughed and licked her hands, the other girl recoiling in disgust and wiping her spit on Annie’s shirt. Thankfully, Annie had finished teasing Mira, and got up to go take a hot shower. Mira kicked her hard in the ass for payback, her face bright red.

“Ignore whatever bullshit Annie said,” Mira mumbled, rubbing her neck nervously.

Deimos just stared at her, feeling heat wash over his face.

He absolutely was not thinking about Mira between his thighs.