Title: Animal Attraction
Summary: He brings out the animal in her.
AN: …..I don't even know what to say for myself (hangs head). I typed this little drabble up around 4am, that's the only excuse I can offer.
Just go with it ;)
Shout out to EdenParadise, who inadvertently inspired me to write last night. Thanks girl :D
Be good and review xoxo
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She curls herself into his lap like a pet, clamoring at his chest for affection.
Affection he freely gives her, with no regard to her sharp claws.
If she nibbles at his chin, it's of no consequence to her – it doesn't mean the same thing to her as it does to him.
So she breathes and tickles his skin with her tongue, with no thought to his desire.
And he lets her. It's the sweetest form of torture he's ever endured.
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She grows temperamental and jealous when he returns home late and refuses to greet him.
Instead she'll turn her back and throw him contemptuous looks while licking her own lips.
She makes him hunger for her heat against his lap.
He grows jealous too, and drags her scratching to his knees.
He pets her and asks "aren't you going to purr for me, my little one?"
She'll arch her back at his words.
Fluttering her eyelashes she seems to be whispering, 'aren't you going to pet me, stroke me up and down?'
So he does.
He strokes her up and down until she yelps, over-stimulated.
Of course, she follows him to his room, and sleeps in his bed.
They neither pay attention to the disarray she causes… his sheets, his torn comforter…
Scratches are permanent fixtures adorning his body, most noticeably his back. He gives a Cheshire grin when he spots them in the mirror.
He likes it when she marks her territory.
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He finds her curled up, surrendering to the sun's mercy.
It would be so easy to take advantage of her now, he thinks. While she's lying boneless and vulnerable, a warm heap of perfumed flesh.
He runs a single finger down the length of her muscled body.
Her chest heaves at the sensation.
Applying a little more pressure in all the right places creates a low groan, reverberating deep in the back of her throat, desperate to be unleashed.
One more stroke, one more thrust of his fingers and she'll…
She's sprung from her position on the couch and is now cradled in his arms.
They'll continue their game upstairs.
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Sometimes he'll break out the leash and make her follow his lead.
She's always anxious to follow.
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She's growling and yapping up at him, furious at his inattention.
She has needs!
"Quiet," he growls. "Or I'll put a muzzle on you."
Abruptly, she goes quiet, her luminous brown lids widening.
He can practically see her metaphorical little tail wagging.
"If you're a good girl, I'll even bring some of your toys to bed."
She jumps him.
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When she's anxious, and pacing the floor desperate to get out…he tries to help.
"I'll let you chew on something long and hard, if you'd like baby. We need to get something into that drooling mouth of yours."
She takes what he offers.
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He brushes out her long, shiny hair, and gives her pretty little ribbons to put in it.
He places something shiny to wear around her neck, so the entire world will know she's his.
They walk close, as if an invisible rope is binding her to him, tugging her close to his body – keeping her safe.
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"Come! Elena, come!" (Cum Elena, cum)!
She comes (cums)…follows her owner. Her heart's owner, Damon.