Damon curled his fingers around the door handle and twisted, pushing his way inside. And the very moment he stepped in, he found Sarah behind the door as she waited for him with a plate in her hands. Her hair was flying in all directions, the spot around her mouth was filled with chicken crumbs and… she smelled of alcohol. Damon frowned. Where the hell did she get alcohol when she doesn’t even know where it’s kept?
… Unless she got it from Trixie and Haguy. He raked a hand through his hair as anger ran through him like wildfire. He should’ve kicked them both out the moment the thought crossed his mind. If he had done that, then Sarah wouldn’t have been in this state… a drunken state, the kind where she doesn’t even know what in heaven’s name she’s doing.
“You’re drunk.” Damon deadpanned, looking at her sway from side to side as she smiled at him.
She shook her head. “I’m perfectly fine! Do I look drunk to you?” She gestured to herself with her hand while giving him a look that said ‘you’re obviously an idiot’. And her voice held that snappy tone that Damon deciphered as her being annoyed. Yet, he was pretty sure that in this situation, he was the one who should be annoyed… not that he wasn’t. Who’d want to come home and see their mate drunk and barely able to stand or even think straight? Certainly not him.
“How much did you drink?” He questioned, stepping fully inside the house and closing the door.
“Two bottles… two whole bottles!” She shouted it as if it was a great achievement, but Damon thought otherwise. If he ever caught those two nuisances who caused this, they’d die the worse way possible. Women or not.
“Whatever. Come on, let’s head up.” He sighed, stepping off and walking by her as he headed for their room.
“Wait! You haven’t tried my chicken yet! I fried them myself!” Sarah followed after him quickly with the plate in her hands, but only ended up tripping over air. Thankfully, she didn’t fall to the floor, instead she fell face first against Damon’s back.
He groaned in irritation. Turning around, he pressed his index finger against her forehead and pushed her off him, scrunching up his nose at her alcohol smell. “If you’re talking about those black things you have there, then no thanks.”
Sarah frowned. “Black things?” Her lips started to wobble and her now glossy eyes dropped to the floor.
Damon looked down at her, eyes zooming in on her face. Anyone could tell that she was feigning sadness but he was unable to decipher something as easy as that. Because of that, he quickly tried to sugarcoat his words. “It’s just a little burnt. It might still taste exceptionally well, but I already ate a few minutes ago.”
Sarah’s eyes immediately lit up. “Just take a bite then. Trixie and Haguy said its good.”
Damon’s frown deepened. Despite his refusal, she was still persisting that he eats something that was more over on the burnt side rather than crispy. Anyone with eyes would be able to tell that it isn’t edible yet she was forcing him to eat it, thinking that it actually tasted good. She obviously wasn’t good at cooking.
“Fine.” He said, the reluctance heavy in his tone and facial expression. After glaring at her, he reached out and took the smallest piece in the plate and pinched off a bit before settling it back in its previous place. He shoved the meat into his mouth at once and swallowed. But despite swallowing it the moment it touched his tongue, the foul taste still lingered in his mouth. It tasted as if she fried it with gasoline rather than oil.
“How is it? Is it good?” Sarah had set the plate aside and was now up on her toes in excitement as she waited for the favourable response she was positive Damon would give her.
“It’s good.” He said, wiping his soiled fingers on a table cloth nearby.
Despite having missed how his face scrunched up in disgust when he ate, she still managed to frown at his words.
Seeing her unimpressed look, Damon suddenly felt the urge to roll his eyes, but he figured doing that wouldn’t be very kingly so he grunted in annoyance instead. “What’s wrong now? I tasted it, so what do you want me to do again? Eat it all?”
Sarah mimicked his stance and mustered up her best poker-face before repeating his exact words. “It’s good.” She rolled her eyes, almost falling to the side due to her drunkeness. “Is that how you tell someone that their food tastes good? Can’t you be a little more expressive? You’re always acting like an emotionless robot and demanding things like you think the world revolves around you. Stop being such an… unattractive Alpha King.”
Damon couldn’t believe her audacity. Unattractive? Emotionless? Demanding? Where did all that come from? Now that she was drunk, was she was letting free everything that she had bottled up inside her?
First of all, the world did revolve around him… practically. Secondly, he demanded things because he could… he’s the Alpha King. What else did she expect? And thirdly, he wasn’t emotionless… he was just expressionless. If he was angry, sad or happy… nobody should be able to tell. Those were the traits of an Alpha King.
But for the first time in his life, somebody dared to discriminate him. His mate of all persons.
“It seems to me that you don’t like how I am.” Damon said rather bitterly.
“I don’t. Especially when you walk around twenty-four hours and the only thing you do is frown. Or when you say or do something nice with that stupid straight-face you got. It’s frustrating!” She declared, her eyes narrowing in on him. “For instance, any normal person would’ve smiled and said something good when I met you at the door, but instead you looked at me like I stole your favourite candy.”
With a frown, she stepped forward and stopped in front of him. Damon looked down at her with a raised brow, irritation clear in his eyes. Despite his obvious bad mood, Sarah reached up, pressed both her index fingers against the side of his mouth and stretched his lips across his face… then as if she hadn’t just ranted on and on like a mad woman, she suddenly laughed at how his face looked. “You should express yourself more. Work on that and we’ll be fine.” She said in between laughs, her eyes crinkling a bit.
Damon looked down at her. He was angry… at her specifically. But her laugh still sounded like music to his ears nonetheless. She was happy, atleast for now. Her laugh sobered up soon and a smile lingered on her lips. Her smile always made him stop and take a minute to admire her… just like now. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. And that alone made him momentarily forget that she was the same woman who had annoyed him just moments ago.
He gripped her wrists and moved her hands from his lips before wrapping them around his neck. He then snaked his hands around her waist and pulled her flush against him.
Sarah’s expression immediately changed, her cheeks filling with red. “I-Is this what y-you call being e-expressive?” She muttered under her breath, her heart was beating so loudly that she could even hear it echo in her ears. Her eyes could hardly see him through the blurriness that took over her vision but she could tell that his gaze was directed at her lips…. And upon noticing that, she instantly lowered her own gaze to his chest.
“Not exactly.”
As Sarah awaited the impact, Damon dipped his head and connected their lips in one swift movement, ignoring the strong smell of alcohol that mixed in with her own scent. The kiss was simple, quite different from the other desirous kisses they shared… Yet it still felt good, really good. Sarah tipped up on her toes whilst Damon tightened his hold on her waist as their lips moulded against each other slowly, each of them basking in the taste of the other.
When they pulled back, Damon was as impassive as always while Sarah looked as if she had been trapped in a daze. Damon’s hands left her waist, one retracting back to his side and the other tucked her hair behind her ears, his eyes amusedly watching her as she became redder and redder by the second. “You’re the one who needs help expressing yourself.” He said suddenly, “You still get flustered whenever I touch you.”
“That’s different!” Sarah quickly denied, slapping his hand away and taking a step back, her initial frown coming back at full force.
“It’s the same. If you work on that–” he hesitated for a second before continuing. “I’ll TRY to work on my expressions. What do you say?” Damon held his hand out for a handshake, his eyebrows raising.
Sarah looked down at it, then back up at him, uncertainty clouding her eyes. “You say that, but you-”
“I always keep my word.” He cut her off and without waiting for her to accept his handshake, he grabbed her hand in his and shook it, a small twitch forming at the end of his lips. “So no stuttering, no running away from me, no avoiding my gaze… none of that. It’s a deal.”