Thin Lines | Damon/Elena | PG-13thewordmapMarch 19 2011, 17:30:17 UTC
"How does it feel?" She asks. He doesn't answer (at least not right away). He takes her face between his hands and tilts it to one side. She feels his breath on her neck and wishes--
Wishes nothing (this has been her wish for a long time).
He brushes her hair aside and the touch of his fingertips makes her shiver. He would smile (he once enjoyed teasing his girls) but he loves her too much to tease her.
Lips meet skin and she gasps. Nothing has been done and she already feels the intensity. He feels his fangs come out and opens his mouth (slightly).
She feels the fangs on her necks, like small needles ready to puncture her skin. (Should she mention she's afriad of needles?) She closes her eyes.
When his fangs puncture her skin, her body arches back from the pain (and the pleasure). She gasps, unable to describe the intensity (then she lets her body limp, relaxing into his arms). She feels her blood traveling to him and it burns (but she likes it). She closes her hands around his neck and pushes herself closer to him.
He hesitates.
She fumbles with the buttons of his shirt, shrugging it all off. Her hands travel down his chest, exploring the contours of his body. She doesn't notice when he lifts her and pushes her down on his bed (it smells like him). He detaches himself from her, the veins around his eyes dark and only a small drop of blood in his lips. He looks at her; she nods. It would have been impossible some other time.
But not now.
He uses his strength to rip the clothes off her (marvels at her body for a second) and then he's kissing her neck, her jaw (and moves a little lower). She moans, deep in her throat and kisses the base of his neck, inhales his scent and wishes to never forget it.
He flips them over so she's on top and her hair cascades down his face. It doesn't matter because now she's kissing his abdomen, moving down to what could be called a dangerous land. (She doesn't care.)
It is over too soon.
He takes her wrists and pulls her up, shaking his head for a second. She's confused and flushed, doesn't know what he means. He plants a last kiss on her lips before making her forget (and regrets it a second later).
Too much to hope for non-angst at this point, LOL! This was fantastic; you really captured a mood beautifully in such a short fic. Brava! Thanks for taking this one on. :)
This was brilliant!! So many bits of it I loved...
He brushes her hair aside and the touch of his fingertips makes her shiver. He would smile (he once enjoyed teasing his girls) but he loves her too much to tease her.
this part was especially sweet, just *melts* and I loved the little bit of forshadowing with her wanting to never forget his scent only to have him wipe her memory of what took place at the end; very angsty and beautifully done (y)=)
Wishes nothing (this has been her wish for a long time).
He brushes her hair aside and the touch of his fingertips makes her shiver. He would smile (he once enjoyed teasing his girls) but he loves her too much to tease her.
Lips meet skin and she gasps. Nothing has been done and she already feels the intensity. He feels his fangs come out and opens his mouth (slightly).
She feels the fangs on her necks, like small needles ready to puncture her skin. (Should she mention she's afriad of needles?) She closes her eyes.
When his fangs puncture her skin, her body arches back from the pain (and the pleasure). She gasps, unable to describe the intensity (then she lets her body limp, relaxing into his arms). She feels her blood traveling to him and it burns (but she likes it). She closes her hands around his neck and pushes herself closer to him.
He hesitates.
She fumbles with the buttons of his shirt, shrugging it all off. Her hands travel down his chest, exploring the contours of his body. She doesn't notice when he lifts her and pushes her down on his bed (it smells like him). He detaches himself from her, the veins around his eyes dark and only a small drop of blood in his lips. He looks at her; she nods. It would have been impossible some other time.
But not now.
He uses his strength to rip the clothes off her (marvels at her body for a second) and then he's kissing her neck, her jaw (and moves a little lower). She moans, deep in her throat and kisses the base of his neck, inhales his scent and wishes to never forget it.
He flips them over so she's on top and her hair cascades down his face. It doesn't matter because now she's kissing his abdomen, moving down to what could be called a dangerous land. (She doesn't care.)
It is over too soon.
He takes her wrists and pulls her up, shaking his head for a second. She's confused and flushed, doesn't know what he means. He plants a last kiss on her lips before making her forget (and regrets it a second later).
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So many bits of it I loved...
He brushes her hair aside and the touch of his fingertips makes her shiver. He would smile (he once enjoyed teasing his girls) but he loves her too much to tease her.
this part was especially sweet, just *melts* and I loved the little bit of forshadowing with her wanting to never forget his scent only to have him wipe her memory of what took place at the end; very angsty and beautifully done (y)=)
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