Title : A Private Space
Rating : K
Word Count : 177
Author : skywise 012000
A/N : Just a bit of an extended drabble. My first venture into TVD although
I might expand this into a full-on fic at some stage.
Disclaimer : Not mine, I'm just playing in someone else's sandbox – I own nothing
so there's really no point in suing me!
She opens the door quietly, all noise of her entry drowned in the pounding of the music, hoping to catch him in flagrante with some college girl. She needs to feel disgust, abhorrence , anything to drive her away from him; to help keep her from giving in to the inferno he lights within her.
He is alone in his room, shirtless and wild, a Michelangelo come to life in this, his private space.
She stops dead, imprinting every detail on her mind. She is careful not to alert him to her presence – aware that this is a memory to be held and savoured forever:
The piercing blue eyes are closed, lush eyelashes kissing an alabaster cheek. His sweat-dampened black mane falls around his face as his head flails in sybaritic abandon.
Powerful shoulders roll and bunch with the rhythmic movements, muscles sliding over bone in an erotic ballet and a small pool of sweat forms in the hollow of his throat where soft nacreous skin begs to be bitten, marked as owned, his arms outstretched as his body writhes.
Damon dances.
And, mouth dry, shaking with need, all Elena can do is watch.