Now Rebekah's expression slipped into one of innocent curiosity. "Really? Like what sort of something?" Her nails were drifting lazily, almost absent-mindedly, against Damon's thigh. Of course, every touch was perfectly calculated to drive him a little bit more crazy as she got close to touching him but not quite.
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Date: 2012-04-30 06:14 pm (UTC)