Carrying her was nothing more than an innocent act on Damon’s part but as for Sarah… The scent, the feel of his hand on her, the cheesy stuff he said back there…. everything just made her mind go haywire, but she never once opened her mouth to tell him to let her down. She liked their proximity as well as how close they had become in their relationship, much more than she herself would ever admit. So right up until he plopped her feet down unto the tiled floor of his mansion, she beared it all and kept completely silent.
And as she stood there, she could feel this urge… this urge to pull him by his shirt and bring him closer, close enough for his lips to touch hers. But she didn’t dare. Yes, they were much comfortable around eachother, but that didn’t mean she could be as daring as she wanted nor as bold as she wanted. The embarrassment she’d feel after doing such things would only eat her up until there’s nothing left of her.
“Sarah?” Damon called, eyeing her as she stood silently before him, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and her fingers buried into the sides of her dress. “You do know that I can smell you, right?”
Sarah’s jaw slackened and she pushed her legs closer together as her whole body went rigid from a sudden mental tension. She had forgotten all about it… his ability to smell every single thing… including her arousal. So all this time when she had been getting all hot and bothered down there, he knew? HE KNEW?!
As realization hit her, Sarah wanted to curl up and hide or even run away for the sake of escaping those knowing eyes. But rationality reigned over stupidity then and she grabbed unto her composure once more and stood her ground instead of fleeing. She couldn’t let herself look more stupid than she already did.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” Sarah pressed her hand to his chest and shoved him as hard as she could, but the furthest he got was only a step backward. “Aren’t you supposed to meet with Jason? We’re already home, if you didn’t notice. You should get going now.”
“Are you chasing me out of my own house because you’re embarrassed?”
“I’m not chasing you out and I’m not embarrassed either. You said you were going to meet Jason after you took me back home. Now we’re here, so shouldn’t you be leaving? Or are you staying?”
“I should leave, but…. I don’t think you want me to.” He said his words slowly whilst rolling his gaze down her body.
And, it was then that her composure deserted her once again and a blush coated her cheeks. She knew that look, the predacious one that made her insides flitter around like leaves, the one that always lead to something intimate. He was definitely about to devour someone… and that person was undoubtedly her.
“N-No.” She quickly protested before he even had the chance to make his first move. “D-Don’t come a-any closer, Damon.”
“I haven’t done anything…. yet.” He smirked and with slow torturous steps, he walked towards her, dark hazel eyes peering down at her with a deep glint of lust. As soon as he was close enough, his hand removed themselves from his side and dug into the skin of her waist, grasping her then pulling her closer into the soft embrace of his touch. “That innocent look on your face would make anyone think that you’re always a good girl.” He slid one hand down and slapped the inside of her left thigh and then the other, a silent command to widen her legs.
Sarah’s innocent mind was trying to work their way around his words so obviously she wasn’t thinking straight when she flinched and slipped her legs further apart, giving room for his hand to climb under her dress and up to her awaiting crevice that begged for his attention. “So are you a good girl, Sarah? Or are you naughty?”
At his words, she could feel the delightful taste of heat sprouting in the pit of her stomach as goosebumps rose on her skin. But aside from that, panic also ran amok in her being and she shifted her frantic eyes from the stairs then to Damon and back again. One part of her mind was excitedly thinking about what this situation could lead to, while another part was worrying about them being spotted by Katie somehow. “I-” she wanted to speak, but she wasn’t sure what to say and the sight of her in such an amusing position made Damon very content. The innocent blush that covered her cheeks was definitely worth the teasing.
“If you ask me, I’d say you’re…” He dipped down slowly without breaking eye contact and bit her lip softly, while his infiltrating fingers slipped behind her underwear and tweaked her clit. “… naughty. Especially when I fuc-” before any other word could leave his lips, a soft hand slipped between their lips and slapped itself over his mouth, cutting off the rest of his rather lewd sentence.
“Damon!” She whisper-yelled, her blush darkening as she lowered her head and her long black hair fell over her face. Wiggling out of his hold, she quickly fixed her dress and forced herself to muster up a stern look. “You can’t do that. Katie is upst-”
“Says who?” With one long stride, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her flush against him… then it took no later than a single second for him to attack her lips. Sarah instantly moaned into his mouth, her knees buckling as his tongue rode it’s way down her throat and his hands found themselves on her thighs. Swiftly, he groped the flesh, secured her legs around his torso and stalked off towards the stairs with his tingling lips glued to hers.
As of that moment, everything else shrivelled up into bits, even the very world around them… and the only thing that mattered was eachother.
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“Damon stop.” Sarah wiggled around nakedly on the bed, heavy laughter escaping her lips recurrently as Damon tickled the life out of her.
“Say it.” Damon demanded, looming over her form with a grin on his face. “Say you want me to train you.”
“Noo! Stop it!” Sarah was running out of breath now, but even so, she did not give up. Damon must be crazy to think she’d ever admit to something as ridiculous as that. She wasn’t even sure how it even came up. They were making out, quite comfortably at that and then all of a sudden he said something completely irrelevant. ‘I want you to be able to defend yourself if anything goes wrong.’ Upon hearing that, a firm ‘no’ had immediately left her lips. She understood that he was restless because the rogues were acting weird and all, but that didn’t mean that she’d learn to fight just to appease him. Damon however, thought otherwise and was now hellbent on having her agree.
“Just say yes. I’m generously giving you the option of choosing. Isn’t that what you wanted?” He paused his torture and dipped down to lick the tears that fell from her eyes due to excessive laughter. “Hurry up and say it or we’ll be here all day until you do.”
But his words went on deaf ears. “It’s not free will if I already said no and you’re still pestering me!” As soon as Sarah recovered from her laughter, she swiftly locked her legs around him and then dug her fingers into his side in an attempt to tickle him. But in response, Damon only gave her a flat look.
“I’m not ticklish.” Sighing, he grabbed her arm and planted them against the pillow above her head. “Now repeat after me… I. want. to. learn. how. to. fig-”
“DAMON!” A call came from behind the door and the two naked bodies immediately parted. Of course, Sarah was the one to kick him off her and over the edge of the bed, landing him on the solid floor with a loud thud.
“Are you okay?” She whispered with a soft titter, creeping over with an apologetic look on her face.
“I’m perfectly fine.” He shot her a glare as he picked himself up. “Are you just going to sit there? Get dressed so I can open the door.” He grabbed her dress from the floor and threw it in her direction before slipping on his trousers. When she was fully dressed, he went ahead to open the door.
But before he could touch the knob, a hand grasped his wrist and a shirt was shoved into his chest, forcing him to hold unto it.
“Are you going out like that?” Sarah asked, eyeing his bare chest with a scowl.
“I’m not naked.”‘ Damon stated the obvious whilst attempting to pull his arm out of her hold and reach for the door once again. But Sarah only tightened her hold.
“If you go out like that then I’ll walk around naked… even when Jason’s here.”
Damon’s nose immediately turned up. “You wouldn’t dare.” He hissed through his teeth.
Sarah didn’t reply, instead she grabbed his shirt out of his hold and threw it over his head before fixing his hands through the sleeves despite his reluctance.
“Are you seriously trying to be possessive?” He didn’t smile but Sarah could hear the amusement in his voice.
Again, she didn’t make any move to answer. Avoiding his calculative gaze, she reached behind him to open the door, then shoved him out and followed behind him.
“I’m going beyond the borders later and I’m definitely going to shift for sure. You know what happens when I revert, right?” He rose his brow as an irritating smirk evolved on his lips. Sarah could almost burst with the need to slap him senseless. “I’ve been walking around naked for practically all my life. There’s no use trying to hi-”
“The midget’s waiting for you outside. Are you guys going somewhere?”
Both Damon and Sarah turned their heads in the direction of the voice and spotted Katie who’s arms were folded across her chest as she looked over at them.
Damon only glanced at her for a mere second, while Sarah’s eyes couldn’t move away from her. Why? Well there were exactly two reasons. 1: She had numerous scratch marks along her arms. 2: She had blood slipping down the side of her lips. And 3. She looked as if she was close to falling over any moment.