Damon arched an eyebrow a that statement, not sure he was ready, or willing, to be trusted, nevermind if Elena insisted on doing it. Then again, none of them had ever played quite by the rules of being truly afraid of him, respectful of his power. Even Elena had gotten over that the first time she'd let him have her blood, as if she'd seen something inside of him that he didn't know about. He faltered slightly in this plan, afraid Bonnie might get the idea to go poking around as well, but he shook that off.
"I'm not Stefan," he said, instead, softly and warningly, lips brushing hers in a sweet kiss, before he pulled back. His fingers slid to tangle with hers as he tugged her toward the sofa.
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Date: 2009-11-14 08:24 am (UTC)"I'm not Stefan," he said, instead, softly and warningly, lips brushing hers in a sweet kiss, before he pulled back. His fingers slid to tangle with hers as he tugged her toward the sofa.
"It's more comfortable if you're sitting..."