MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

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Damon's confession made Svetlana gasp for air.

Her hand, which was still in his, got a little tighter, as if she wanted to ground herself in the present.

For a few seconds, the sound of the waves filled the silence between them.

Damon looked at her face, his heart racing as he waited for her response. Still being vulnerable after he said it.

He didn't look away, even though a small part of him wanted to.

He needed to see her response, whatever it was.

Svetlana finally spoke, her voice soft but steady. "Damon… you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that."

His eyes widened slightly in surprise. "You have?"

Well he knew, but he was overwhelmed right now so anything surprised him.

She nodded, her lips curving into a gentle smile. "Yeah. I've liked you for a while now, but I didn't know how you felt. I didn't want to ruin what we had."

Damon let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, a faint laugh escaping his lips. "You? Ruin things? You're the last person I'd ever want to lose, Lana."

Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she looked down briefly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You mean that?"

"Every word," he said, his voice firm but warm. He shifted slightly, turning to face her more directly. "I wasn't sure if I should say anything. I didn't want to mess this up either."

Svetlana met his gaze, her expression soft but filled with certainty. "You didn't mess anything up, Damon. You just… made things better."

They both fell silent for a moment, letting the conversation settle in.

"So, where do we go from here?" With hope in his voice, Damon asked.

Svetlana smiled, tilting her head slightly as she thought. "How about we take it one step at a time? No pressure, no rush. Just… see where this takes us."

Damon nodded, his lips curving into a genuine smile. "I like the sound of that."

Svetlana squeezed his hand again, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Good. Because I'm not going anywhere."

Damon laughed, and the tension in his chest went away as he leaned back a little and put his free hand on the cool sand behind him."Neither am I."

They sat there for a while longer with their hands still clasped. The silence between them was now filled with understanding.

Damon felt calm. It was like he had finally taken a step toward something he didn't know he had been yearning.

There was a silver glow over the beach when they finally got up to leave.

The moon was high in the sky. As they made their way back to the car, they started talking like they always did.

Svetlana paused mid-step, her smile soft yet filled with curiosity.

She turned to Damon, her cheeks faintly pink under the moonlight. "So… are we?"

Damon met her gaze, his expression warm and certain. "We are."

Her blush deepened, but she didn't look away this time. Instead, her lips curved into a full smile

"Okay," she said softly, almost to herself, before nodding.

They walked back to the car in comfortable silence.

When they reached the vehicle, they both bent to put their shoes back on, the sand clinging to their feet.

Damon stood first, brushing off his pants and glancing at Svetlana as she tied her sneakers.

She looked up, catching his eye, and chuckled. "What?"

"Nothing," Damon replied, shaking his head with a small smirk. "Just… this feels nice."

She grinned, standing and dusting off her hands. "Yeah, it does."

Without another word, they got into the car. Svetlana slid into the driver's seat, still in charge of their ride.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

As she started the engine, she glanced at Damon, her smile lingering.

He leaned back in his seat, glancing at her with a calm satisfaction.

"Where to now?" she asked playfully, her hands resting on the wheel.

Damon shrugged, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "Wherever you want to go. Your call."

Svetlana laughed softly. "Alright then. Let's just drive for a bit."

The car then moved forward, taking them into the quiet night. Their bond was stronger.

The drive back wasn't long, but it was enough to settle the charged energy that had begun at the beach.

When they finally pulled up to Svetlana's home, she parked the car with ease and stepped out, tossing the keys to Damon with a playful smirk.

Damon caught them, a slight grin forming as he followed her toward the gate.

She turned to him, her expression soft and glowing under the faint streetlights. "You sure you can drive it?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Damon chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sure. Maybe on the next date, you can give me a driving lesson."

"Oh, that would be great, Damon," she said, her voice light and teasing. Then her tone softened as she said his name again, almost a whisper. "Damon…"

He straightened slightly, his focus entirely on her.

"Thanks for tonight," she said, her smile turning warm and genuine. "I had fun."

Damon nodded, his own smile mirroring hers. "I'm glad. I had fun too."

For a moment, they simply stood there, the quiet between them comfortable and meaningful.

There was no rush to end the night, and there was no need to talk to break the quiet. In its place, their eyes spoke to each other.

Finally, Svetlana broke the moment, stepping closer to him. "Drive safe, alright?"

"Of course," Damon said, his voice steady but soft.

She leaned in slightly, giving him a light kiss on the cheek before stepping back toward the gate. "Goodnight, Damon."

As Svetlana was about to turn around, Damon instinctively reached out, his fingers gently wrapping around her wrist.

Before either of them could think, he pulled her closer, his other hand settling at her waist.

The action was soft but firm, filled with a quiet confidence he didn't know he had.

Svetlana looked up at him, her eyes wide, surprised by the sudden movement. But she didn't pull away.

Instead, they locked eyes and talked to each other without speaking.

It felt like Damon's heart was rushing, and he knew that hers must be too.

They both looked dazed and caught up in the moment, like they didn't see anything else.

Slowly, as if drawn by an unseen force, their faces began moving closer to each other.

Neither spoke. Neither broke the tension.

Finally, their lips touched, soft and tentative at first.

They didn't move, frozen in the moment, until Damon took the lead.

He gently captured her lower lip, pressing lightly, testing the waters.

To his surprise, it felt natural.

He thought his worries would get the best of him, but they seemed to go away.

It seemed like he knew exactly what to do deep down.

Svetlana's hands found their way to his chest, resting there softly as she leaned into the kiss.

She responded just as naturally, her lips moving with his in perfect harmony.

The kiss was neither rushed nor overly passionate.

It was tender, slow, and filled with all the emotions they hadn't spoken aloud.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested against each other.

Damon could feel her breath mingling with his, their closeness making the night even more surreal.

Svetlana's eyes fluttered open, meeting his. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted. "Damon…" she whispered, her voice shaky but full of warmth.

He smiled softly, his thumb brushing against her waist. "I… I wanted to make this night memorable."

"You did," she whispered back, a small smile tugging at her lips.

For a moment, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other's presence under the soft glow of the streetlights.

Finally, Svetlana pulled back slightly, her hands still lingering on his chest. "Goodnight, Damon."

Damon nodded, his voice low. "Goodnight, Lana."

She turned and walked inside, her steps lighter than before. Damon stood there for a moment, his hand still tingling where it had held hers.

With a deep breath, he turned back to the car, his lips still carrying the memory of the kiss.

As he started the car and drove away, he couldn't stop the small smile from spreading across his face.

Tonight was one he would never forget.