1 Day of Sweet, Sweet Lovethe_eternalstudFebruary 15 2012, 02:41:27 UTC
[Damon felt a strange tingling sensation in his left shoulder, one that didn't exactly make sense. Frowning, he reached up to rub his arm, trying to figure out what had happened to him, his attention finally pulled away from the bourbon he'd been studying for the past twenty minutes. When he looked up, his eyes slid along the rows of liquor bottles for a moment before coming to rest on Faith.
That was all it took. One little glance, and he knew that he was hers. Always had been, really. The other women in his life that he'd though he'd loved before now seemed like nothing other than passing infatuations, something to mark the time as the long years wore by, to prepare him for this moment. He knew, then, that he'd truly just been waiting for this moment, for the chance to look at Faith and really see her, as thought for the very first time, and know, deep down, that she was his destiny
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Then I guess we're just going to have to make due with the car for a little while. [His voice drops lower, and his fingers trail their way up higher] Unless on top of the car'd be more fun.
More fun, and more likely to get us interrupted. Don't want a damn person takin' time away from us. *She leans forward to kiss him again, craving him like she's never craved anything else.* I love you, Damon. God, I fuckin' love you.
Faith. [It's silly, but at the same time it's not -- he's just on this side of welling up tears at that declaration. He kisses her, desperate and hungry and almost vulnerable, his whole body trembling with emotion. One hand scrambles for the door handle, needing her more than hes ever needed anything in his life. He needs to get her in the car, needs to cover every inch of her skin with kisses, needs to show her just how much he loves her] God, I love you more than anything I've ever known.
*There's no way to describe how it feels when he tells her he loves her. She's never had anything to compare it to. It's new and strange and amazing. And he... he's perfect. Every part of him is just perfect. When he gets the door open she slides in without hesitation, her only thought is getting to the backseat so she can be with him again. So they can touch and she can have more of this.* Wish this could last forever.
[He's climbing in after her with a quickness, smiling down at her for one moment, a smile perfectly filled with total love and total assurance] It will. Because that's what our love is, Faith. Everything, forever. [And then he's moving, not caring if she likes this shirt or was in any way attached to the pants she's wearing, because they're getting torn right the hell off of her, so he can get to her skin all the faster]
*She tears at his clothes as he tears at hers, that answer telling her everything she needs to know. It's what she's been waiting for her entire life even though she didn't know it.* Get these off. Get it all off. Need you. Need you so bad.
[The urgency of it is killing him, but it's a delicious agony. He's laughing as he yanks at his pants, tearing them near in two before managing to get them off. It's bedlam for a moment, arms and legs and clothes, and he's almost impressed when they manage to get naked in near record time. He moans, the site of Faith's bare skin almost more than he can handle, and his hands are moving over her body as he kisses her, his rocking forward, yearning for all the contact that he can possibly find. He's murmuring against her lips in between kisses, his voice hoarse with need] Faith -- I love you, I love you --
*The tease of his body against her is intense and she moves against him more than a little mindlessly.* God, Damon, say it again. Say it again, baby. Love hearin' you say that.
I love you. I love you, Faith. I fucking love you, and I can't -- I have to -- have to show you -- [He's pressing against her now, rubbing himself against her, enjoying the agony of denying himself for one exquisitely torturous moment, and then he's there -- slowly, a breath at a time, and it's like it's never been before, pleasure screaming along every nerve; slowly, more, and more, and then more, and he's moaning into her neck, her name a prayer on his lips; slowly and then yes, until he's where he should be, buried deep, his whole world narrowed down to Faith, to the love between them, the heat of her body, and he takes a deep, shaky breath and, as he begins to move, hips rocking back to bury himself deep inside her again, and again, to show her with his body every last bit of what his words aren't strong enough to convey, his fangs extend and he bites her, teeth sinking into her neck -- he didn't think that anything could be better, but the rightness, the completeness or her blood on his tongue coupled with it is nearly more
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*Her body craves him, craves the complete feeling that comes with having him inside her, fully inside her. And it's not enough, still not enough, even when he is. Because they aren't fully joined. At least not until his fangs pierce her skin, and she comes from that alone, body tightening around him even as her blood is shed for him. She whimpers, moans, gasps-- every movement of his hips and every sensation heightened in a way.*
[She's responding to his touch, moving with him, and when she moans as his teeth sink into his skin he knows, with an assurance that he's never felt before, what he has to do. He said that he would love her forever, and he meant it. Which means that he needs her to be with him -- forever. Which he, thankfully, is in a position to make come true.
Harder now, urgently, and it's with a pain that almost kills him that he pulls back from her throat, to purr in her ear] Forever, Faith -- I'll love you forever, do you believe me? Can you trust me? I can give us forever, if you want it.
*That voice in her ear is like heaven, her own personal angel whispering to her words that she's not fully capable of comprehending in the moment. He asks if she trusts him. If she believes him when he tells her he loves her. And she responds in the only way she knows how.* Of course I do. Love you-- so damn much.
[He smiles down at her, heart bursting with a pure, complete joy so strong it almost hurts him, and he stills for a moment inside her, relishing the urgency it sends screaming through him, and lists his wrist to his lips. He tears into the skin with his teeth, and offers her his wrist] For us. For eternity.
*It isn't until he offers his bloody wrist to her that she understands what he'd meant. The thought of what he's offering is both terrifying and... wonderful. He loves her enough to want her like this. Forever. Still, she's a Slayer. A Slayer. She doesn't know what will happen if she does this.* Damon... I--
I love you, Faith. [He rocks his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her, starting a slow rhythm as he looks down at her, smiling encouragingly. It's a big thing, forever -- but they can do this, they can be like this, hundred years from now, a thousand. For as long as he can imagine. And that's what he wants] You can. I'm right here. I always will be.
That was all it took. One little glance, and he knew that he was hers. Always had been, really. The other women in his life that he'd though he'd loved before now seemed like nothing other than passing infatuations, something to mark the time as the long years wore by, to prepare him for this moment. He knew, then, that he'd truly just been waiting for this moment, for the chance to look at Faith and really see her, as thought for the very first time, and know, deep down, that she was his destiny ( ... )
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Harder now, urgently, and it's with a pain that almost kills him that he pulls back from her throat, to purr in her ear] Forever, Faith -- I'll love you forever, do you believe me? Can you trust me? I can give us forever, if you want it.
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