[ her senses are a little dulled with disuse. wonderland's most dangerous denizens aren't the vampires, and the events are usually much less overt, too. as he allows faith in close, she gets that tug inside-- the one she actively tries to ignore from spending so much time with angel.
still, she smirks and nods. it's been awhile since she's given into either of these rushes. it's good. ]
For most people that translates to their first night sleeping off drunken depression in the bar. [ but here he is, instead. ] I like your style.
[damon slides his hand from her waist to her lower back as he pulls her in closer still until their bodies are pressed up close to each other. his gaze drifts over her face with a slow smile]
Sleeping? That's no way to spend their first night.
[why not embrace? even while fully getting completely trashed]
I like your style too. A rare style to find around these parts. [his fingertips tug at her shirt as his gaze drifts over her face]
[ if the tug she'd gotten didn't do it, the way damon lets their space intermingle shifts the air from open curiosity to predatory intent. faith lets her mouth linger by his cheek before pushing past toward his ear, stretching her open neck before him. subtlety thy name is so not faith lehane. ]
Never could hack being shy I guess.
[ one of her arms hook and press into damon's back now so that she can just about hang on dance partner. the other hand traces up his back and over his shoulder before resting against his chest. ]
[damon's gaze drifts over her face and then to her neck. his fingertip drifts along the smoothness of her skin for a moment, as his gaze drifts over her face]
Neither could I.
[that's not entirely true, but it's been true for multiple decades so it counts, right? he leans in, kissing along her neck as he does so, winding his arms around her. his hands press against her back, keeping her close to his chest. his fingertips dig into her back along the way.]
[ faith starts to move them, the push and pull of a dance that's less dance and closer to something they might have more fun with were there not so much cloth in the way. teeth and lips and fingers start to map his body, warmth that intermingles with ease. not so tentative as she might be with someone not obviously looking for fun, faith's tests of damon's boundaries are direct and without hesitation.
it's gropetown usa ppl idk how else to put this ok ]
[damon responds to each and every test by pushing the boundaries further. her teeth, lips, and fingers start to map his body, and his body moves into her touch. his fingers slide down the sides of her shirt, gripping hold of her tightly and pulling her in by the fabric of it. his mouth opens further over her neck, tongue and teeth following it down until he reaches her shoulder.
he presses her back against the nearest wall, without care to how public the location is. he's all intensity and urges and hunger, and he has never been shy (at least not since he died) about giving himself over to all of the above]
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idk if you're cool with this so if not i'll rewrite ♥♥♥
still, she smirks and nods. it's been awhile since she's given into either of these rushes. it's good. ]
For most people that translates to their first night sleeping off drunken depression in the bar. [ but here he is, instead. ] I like your style.
so super cool. never rewrite :')
Sleeping? That's no way to spend their first night.
[why not embrace? even while fully getting completely trashed]
I like your style too. A rare style to find around these parts. [his fingertips tug at her shirt as his gaze drifts over her face]
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Never could hack being shy I guess.
[ one of her arms hook and press into damon's back now so that she can just about hang on dance partner. the other hand traces up his back and over his shoulder before resting against his chest. ]
I'm Faith.
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Neither could I.
[that's not entirely true, but it's been true for multiple decades so it counts, right? he leans in, kissing along her neck as he does so, winding his arms around her. his hands press against her back, keeping her close to his chest. his fingertips dig into her back along the way.]
Damon.
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Where you from, Damon?
[ faith starts to move them, the push and pull of a dance that's less dance and closer to something they might have more fun with were there not so much cloth in the way. teeth and lips and fingers start to map his body, warmth that intermingles with ease. not so tentative as she might be with someone not obviously looking for fun, faith's tests of damon's boundaries are direct and without hesitation.
it's gropetown usa ppl idk how else to put this ok ]
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[damon responds to each and every test by pushing the boundaries further. her teeth, lips, and fingers start to map his body, and his body moves into her touch. his fingers slide down the sides of her shirt, gripping hold of her tightly and pulling her in by the fabric of it. his mouth opens further over her neck, tongue and teeth following it down until he reaches her shoulder.
he presses her back against the nearest wall, without care to how public the location is. he's all intensity and urges and hunger, and he has never been shy (at least not since he died) about giving himself over to all of the above]