A Morning Well Spent
Who: Damon
When: Day 24, late morning, continuing from Feeling Paternal
Where: Outside the Medical Facility
Invited: Open
Status: Complete [Closed]
Damon blinked awake, allowing the world to come slowly back into focus. The sun was shining brightly and he smelled grass and trees and felt a warm breeze blowing across his body. There were faint noises in the distance, and as he woke completely, he realized why this seemed strange for the bunker. It was because he wasn't in the bunker.
He shifted a bit, then stopped as he registered the light weight on his chest and a giggle off to the side. Opening his eyes completely, he lifted his head just enough to gaze down a small, rounded head of bright red hair. The presence of the sleeping baby on his chest also explained the continuing giggles and Damon turned his head enough to look up at Claire.
"So is bed an upgrade or a downgrade from Uncle?" He grinned.
"Definitely an upgrade," Claire said. "Beds are soft and cozy." Her fingers fluttered through his hair, an action that was both very enjoyable and very weird.
"Um, Claire?"
"Yeah?" Claire smiled down at him, continuing to run her fingers through his hair.
Damon, for his part, tried very hard not to close his eyes and purr like a cat. Because that felt very, very good. And it was Claire. It was the latter that stopped him from relaxing too much because . . . well, it was Claire. Claire who saw him as a good mate and would have to be drunk or stoned, maybe both, to behave like this. "Are you . . . are you okay?"
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason, except that I'm kinda wondering why you're doing that?"
"Oh," Claire paused for a moment, then ran a fingertip down his forehead, over his nose and tapped him lightly on the lips. "I guess I could do this instead."
When she leaned down and kissed him, part of his brain jumped up and cheered. The other part of his brain locked on to the whole unreality of the scenario and puzzled it out logically. He had to be dreaming. That was the only time and the only place that Claire had ever kissed him - well aside from fantasies - and it was the only explanation for the press of Claire's mouth against his, and the wonderful taste of her.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, even a dream one, Damon kissed Dream Claire back only to wake with a sudden and immensely disappointing start.
The sun's position above them had shifted, but Claire and Aaron still slept - as near as he could tell -- where and how Damon recalled them. Still spooned up behind Claire, he sighed softly. (I'm a sadist. I am so torturing myself here.) The thought didn't stop him from propping up on elbow and gazing down at the two of them. He felt a goofy smile break out across his face and unable to resist, he leaned down and brushed a light kiss across Claire's cheek.
Lying back down, he snuggled in close again. (I'm in so deep, I don't think I'm ever going to find my way out.)
When: Day 24, late morning, continuing from Feeling Paternal
Where: Outside the Medical Facility
Invited: Open
Status: Complete [Closed]
Damon blinked awake, allowing the world to come slowly back into focus. The sun was shining brightly and he smelled grass and trees and felt a warm breeze blowing across his body. There were faint noises in the distance, and as he woke completely, he realized why this seemed strange for the bunker. It was because he wasn't in the bunker.
He shifted a bit, then stopped as he registered the light weight on his chest and a giggle off to the side. Opening his eyes completely, he lifted his head just enough to gaze down a small, rounded head of bright red hair. The presence of the sleeping baby on his chest also explained the continuing giggles and Damon turned his head enough to look up at Claire.
"So is bed an upgrade or a downgrade from Uncle?" He grinned.
"Definitely an upgrade," Claire said. "Beds are soft and cozy." Her fingers fluttered through his hair, an action that was both very enjoyable and very weird.
"Um, Claire?"
"Yeah?" Claire smiled down at him, continuing to run her fingers through his hair.
Damon, for his part, tried very hard not to close his eyes and purr like a cat. Because that felt very, very good. And it was Claire. It was the latter that stopped him from relaxing too much because . . . well, it was Claire. Claire who saw him as a good mate and would have to be drunk or stoned, maybe both, to behave like this. "Are you . . . are you okay?"
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason, except that I'm kinda wondering why you're doing that?"
"Oh," Claire paused for a moment, then ran a fingertip down his forehead, over his nose and tapped him lightly on the lips. "I guess I could do this instead."
When she leaned down and kissed him, part of his brain jumped up and cheered. The other part of his brain locked on to the whole unreality of the scenario and puzzled it out logically. He had to be dreaming. That was the only time and the only place that Claire had ever kissed him - well aside from fantasies - and it was the only explanation for the press of Claire's mouth against his, and the wonderful taste of her.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, even a dream one, Damon kissed Dream Claire back only to wake with a sudden and immensely disappointing start.
The sun's position above them had shifted, but Claire and Aaron still slept - as near as he could tell -- where and how Damon recalled them. Still spooned up behind Claire, he sighed softly. (I'm a sadist. I am so torturing myself here.) The thought didn't stop him from propping up on elbow and gazing down at the two of them. He felt a goofy smile break out across his face and unable to resist, he leaned down and brushed a light kiss across Claire's cheek.
Lying back down, he snuggled in close again. (I'm in so deep, I don't think I'm ever going to find my way out.)