Every curve was perfect, every inch was soft, and every flaw was flawless. At least to him it was. He rarely ever got the chance to watch Emily sleep, but when the opportunity came Damon always over indulged in his secret little pleasure, watching her sleep.
He was currently driving them home from a fun day skiing and snowboarding the Rocky Mountains and she just happened to doze off in the warm car as the snow falls around the car He came to a stop at a red light them in the late evening hours.
Coming to a stop at the glowing red light, Damon gazed over at Emily's sleeping form wrapped in his jacket because she was freezing. He watched her chest rise up and down, her hand keeping its secure hold on his in her lap under his coat. He watched the majestic shape of her eyes that turned him on when opened, her silk like hair that he loved watching fan her face, and her supple pink lips that always mewled as she slept. Not being able to contain himself, Damon reached over and stroked her cheek gently, making her dark lashes flutter slightly but not open.
Cupping her cheek softly as to not to wake her, he reached over and pecked her mouth. Pulling away Damon was met with a glaring green light telling him to go.
Speeding off past the empty intersection, he watched her out of the corner of his eye, immediately noticing the way she reached for him once he pulled his hand away to return it to the wheel. Guilt flooded him for not being able to reach back, knowing what she was in search for.
"Damon…" she whimpered quietly. "Are we home yet?"
"Not yet baby, go back to sleep." he whispered quietly, letting her doze off once more as he sped through the snowy street lights.