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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*She shuts her eyes and just feels for a moment, feels it when he moves inside her, and the urgency in his voice when he tells her that she can do this.
And she nods. She nods, and meets his eyes before she takes that wrist to her mouth and begins to suck at the wound he'd made. Her heart is pounding in her chest and she can't deny that she's a little terrified. But she loves him. She loves him, and she knows he'll be there for her through all of this.*
Oh, fuck. [Damon moans, watching her as she drinks from his wrist, and he's moving faster now, he can't help it -- he's trying to keep together, trying to keep steady, trying not to give over to the abandon that wants to creep in as he feels her mouth on his skin. He has to keep it together until she's taken what she needs, until she's taken enough, but it's so hard. He bends down, weight on his left elbow as he leans to her neck, kissing her pulse points, knowing that he'll be drinking deep from her again soon] That's right, love. Like that, just like that. God, I love you -- fuck, so much.
*The sound of her heart beating in her ears is the only sound that competes with his voice when a tear slides down her cheek. This is for Damon. For them. She keeps drinking, surprised by the taste of him. Then again, she should have known he'd taste amazing.*
[After a long moment he pulls his wrist back, and lens in, kissing her with an almost painful hunger. Harder now, unable to help himself, and he's moaning against her mouth, the taste of her blood and his mingled on his tongue. He pulls back with a groan, and his voice is barely a whisper] Are you -- ready?
*That kiss is heaven and hell wrapped into one delicious torment. She knows what comes next and she can't deny that she wants it, or that she's scared, or even the slightest bit hesitant. This is it. This is the end. This? Is the game changer.* Now or never. I just-- is it gonna hurt? Death?
*Not that pain had ever bothered her before really. She was a Slayer. But this... this was final.*
[He smiles softly at her, gently, shifting a bit] A little. But not for long. And when you wake up, it'll be gone, and we'll be together forever.
[With that, he lowers his mouth to her throat, thrusting deep as he sinks his teeth into her neck. The world narrows again, narrows to his love, her skin, her blood, and feel of her, and instincts take over -- it won't be long before he's drained the last of her blood]
*She keeps her eyes on him until he bends to her neck again. It's when she feels those teeth sink in that they shut, and she just tries to feel. The more he drinks, the lighter she feels, and she's not even sure if she's still connected to her body when she comes, or if it's just the loss of blood. She feels tired, and a little cold, but Damon is there. He's there and she loves him. He's there and she loves him and he'll take care of her.
She tries to open her eyes again and fails, hand falling from his shoulder down to the seat as she takes her last breath.*
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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And she nods. She nods, and meets his eyes before she takes that wrist to her mouth and begins to suck at the wound he'd made. Her heart is pounding in her chest and she can't deny that she's a little terrified. But she loves him. She loves him, and she knows he'll be there for her through all of this.*
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*Not that pain had ever bothered her before really. She was a Slayer. But this... this was final.*
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[With that, he lowers his mouth to her throat, thrusting deep as he sinks his teeth into her neck. The world narrows again, narrows to his love, her skin, her blood, and feel of her, and instincts take over -- it won't be long before he's drained the last of her blood]
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She tries to open her eyes again and fails, hand falling from his shoulder down to the seat as she takes her last breath.*
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