prodigalsavior: ([Bonnie] Paired)
Damon Salvatore ([personal profile] prodigalsavior) wrote2009-11-10 02:37 pm

We've been headed this way for a while...(for [livejournal.com profile] droo_ids) - Backd

Damon was having a particularly interesting weekend. The being locked in had ended up being far more fortuitous than he could have imagined. Elena's giving in without any threats or coercion, his new little playmate, sleeping all curled up in his bed for the moment tired from exertion and loss of blood. The fact that Stefan had left was something he was ignoring after his one message to the girls and the one conversation with Selene. However he felt about it, he wasn't going to dwell. He was losing himself in blood and sensation instead, which seemed far better than the leash he'd been keeping himself on before.

He paused outside of Elena's door, fingers sliding around the doorknob, ready to push it open, before his gaze flicked across the hall. He was feeling invincible, and that led to one thought. She wasn't a child anymore. She'd grown a great deal over the past year. Matt wasn't here to get in the way. And he'd been wondering what she tasted like since she'd offered that lovely white throat.

Smirking, he changed direction, moving to Bonnie's door, listening for a few moments to the sounds that told him she was inside, then knocked softly.

[identity profile] prodigalsavior.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
Damon moved when she did, keeping in close, pressing his advantage, and not giving her space. His lips curved in a bit of a smirk, reading her discomfort, but noting it was accompanied by a lack of real fear, real upset.

"What idea is it that you don't want me to get, and I can promise not to get them," he said, voice dropping to hold the depth of midnight he was capable of. "I already know this isn't something you do on a regular basis, and I can promise I certainly won't think less of you..."

Far from it. He'd been curious about her all year, mind flicking back to that one sweet kiss and wondering what she tasted like deeper than that one brush of lips.

[identity profile] droo-ids.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I just don't want it getting around that I'm easy prey for any vampire who comes along asking nicely enough." Or easy anything, for that matter.

"I'm a girl, not a human juice-box," she added defiantly. She'd stopped moving away from him, because she didn't want him thinking she was still a scared little girl. And also, all that backing up was doing was putting her closer to the bed, which wasn't a very good spot for decision-making. If she was going to do this she wanted to be clear-headed about it.

[identity profile] prodigalsavior.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course you are," he said, making himself sound soothing, rather than amused. "And any other vampire who comes along asking nicely, or not, will have to answer to me." There was something dark in his voice, then, but she couldn't know why, given what he'd done, but the idea of her as prey for anyone, or anything, else, made him more than a little cranky.

He reached out to wind a curl around his forefinger, standing close. "I'm not going to hurt you, Bonnie..."

Why he was bothering to argue the point instead of just compelling her, he didn't know, but somehow it seemed important she give in of her own free will. Or, well, at least mostly. He dipped his head to kiss the corner of her lips.

[identity profile] droo-ids.livejournal.com 2009-11-14 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
Bonnie shivered at the sudden possessiveness or... whatever it was that made him sound like that. There was something oddly comforting about the idea of him keeping other vamps away.

"I know..." she mumured quietly, having briefly almost forgotten to breathe when he touched her. "I trust you."

And surprisingly, she did, up to a point. Enough that she believed he wouldn't actually hurt her on purpose, anyway.

[identity profile] prodigalsavior.livejournal.com 2009-11-14 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
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.

"It's more comfortable if you're sitting..."