locked to Damon

Mar 26, 2010 09:20


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Daphne made a soft noise not unlike a growl, lips parting at his urging, her tongue meeting his just as eagerly. She half-clawed at his shirt, dragging the material out of the way to touch the skin beneath, her hips pushing away from the wall behind her to rock against his, a sharp moan slipping out at the friction the motion

verse: hearts and minds, what: sex, who: damon salvatore, what: rp

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prodigalsavior March 26 2010, 18:52:46 UTC
Oh, he liked her, Damon decided. He liked her a lot. He'd figured he would from their flirtation at the bar, but he knew definitely now for a fact. Women who knew what they want, who went after it--they'd been such a rarity lately, and he was tired of chasing after little girls who couldn't make up their minds. He growled a bit in response to the heat of her fingers on his cool skin, letting his own slide from where he cradled her, up under her shirt pushing it up as he moved until he had to break the kiss to pull it off and toss it aside. When his mouth returned to her skin, it was to drift lower, nipping lightly at her jaw, her neck, and the promise there.

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speedster_girl March 29 2010, 00:36:15 UTC
With clever wriggling and maneuvering, she helped him pull her shirt off and divested him of his as well, a devilish smirk curving her lips. She groaned and let her head rock to the side, giving his mouth room to roam as she greedily ran her hands over his bare skin and through his hair, nails scraping none too gently.

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prodigalsavior March 29 2010, 22:11:26 UTC
Damon smirked back before finding her neck again, moaning at the feel of her nails on his skin. They wouldn't leave any mark long enough to be savored, but the drag of them was lovely in the extreme, as his hands slid over her, a sense of urgency in his touch even as he managed to brush each inch of bared skin. His lips continued their assault on her throat, nipping lightly, but he managed not to bite, not yet, as he slid his hands down to work at her pants.

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speedster_girl March 30 2010, 22:40:33 UTC
Daphne laughed, a pleased, breathless sound, her wandering hands moving to the front of his pants but pausing, realizing that they both couldn't complete the same task at once, and that she'd need to straighten her legs to let her jeans fall. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders instead, keeping herself up and unwinding her legs from around his waist, toeing her shoes off to allow just that to happen.

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