She looks so peaceful, just lying there, sleeping blissfully. Her skin looks so flawless, almost like silk. My hand instantly went to trail down her cheek. Her skin was cold under my fingertips, and she nudged her face a little closer to my hand, as if seeking for warmth. A small smile graced her lovely face, her eyes flittering back and forth under her eyelids.
Beautiful.
There are so many words I can use to describe how she looks right now: beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, breath-taking, peaceful, perfect, heavenly, idyllic, serene, calm, and just her.
I trail my fingers just underneath where her eyelashes lay, snatching up the horrible thing called make-up that she honestly does not need. She doesn't need to please the world by wearing make-up, because she already is beautiful, inside and out. She doesn't even need to impress me, because I love seeing her just as she is; with no make-up, no fancy clothes, just simply her. Her beautiful self.
It is a blessing that God sent someone so beautiful, so amazing, so happy, and so full of life into my existence. Someone who could tell a crappy joke and I would still laugh at it. Someone who can make me feel better just by a hug, or a smile, or a laugh, or even by being near her. Hearing her voice can make anyone's day feel better. Her laugh can send millions more laughing, almost like a disease.
The most wonderful disease there has ever been.
And I am a victim.
I move my fingers lower, circling around her lips. Soft, plush lips; begging to be kissed.
And that is exactly what I want to do, but I know I can't. I am not supposed to be in here, watching her while she sleeps, 'cause, apparently that is 'stalkerish.' I don't care. I will do anything I can just to be close to her, to touch her, to kiss her again. I will do anything.
I lean forward and place my forehead to hers. Closing my eyes, I relish in her presence, in her warmth. I sigh in content, even though I know I should leave very soon. But oh, how much I want to lie down next to her, embrace her and stay like that for an entirety. Giving into the temptation of her, I slowly kiss her eyelids, forehead, nose, both cheekbones, and finally her lips.
They are as soft as I have always imagined.
I only allow my lips to barely caress her own, knowing that if I let my lips be on hers longer, I will not be able to contain myself on ravishing her. As I break apart our lips, I hear the most delectable whimper escape through her mouth; it's almost too much for me not to press my lips back to hers. I muster up all the self-control I can and step away from her bed, and her.
I walk back to the window which I broke into, only minutes ago, even though it feels like hours. Stealing one more glance at her sleeping body, I escape through the window and into the night, leaving behind my feelings with the girl I love.
A/N: So this is a little one-shot from 'Friday Night Bites' season 1, episode 3.
This is in Damon P.O.V, from what happened at the very end of the episode, but with just a few tweeks from me:) Thought it needed a little more fluff to it.
Hope you like it:)
Loves,
OnlyOneToBlame
