Dreams of Damon.
Ch. 4 Diary Entry 2
Selene's POV…
Dear Diary,
I spent all day thinking about him. His velvet voice, and hypnotic eyes. I can only pray that I will dream of him again. I really want to know his name, among other things. The fact that he's not human doesn't bother me at all. I wonder if that should worry me, but the greater (and hornier) part of me doesn't care.
I smile when I realize where I am. At the fountain in the park, just like before. It's not as foggy tonight nor as chilly. This time I am wearing a rose colored sweater, made of what feels like cashmere. My jeans are dark blue. The cawing of a crow interrupts my self evaluation. Looking up at the familiar bird, I recognize it from last night. It takes silent flight after winking at me. Something's up with that bird, I just know it. Seconds after the crow vanishes into the dark, he appears. Impeccable as before in all black. From his glossy hair, which I can see now is long enough to fall over his obsidian eyes. I didn't notice much beyond it's color last night. I was too taken with his eyes.
"Evening, cara." he whispers in the voice that sends shivers down my spine. My day dreams earlier did not do it justice at all. It takes more self control then I'll ever admit not to melt, when he reaches for my hand. Raising it to his lips, he kisses my knuckles. I seriously consider falling at his feet and worshipping him, but my dignity demands that I not embarrass my self.
"I'd prefer to worship you." he says as he drops my hand, in favor of putting both hands on my waist. Drawing me closer. I blush in earnest now. Electricity sizzles through me at both his touch and proximity. A pause, I blink and the scene changes. Now we are on my porch. Before I can question the sudden move, I'm pressed against the front door. Held willingly prisoner against his tall frame, an arm on either side of me keeps me between him and the door. My brain finally decides to function again.
"I don't even know your name." of course I blurt the first coherent thought I manage to have. I need a hole in the ground to open and swallow me whole. He just smiles for a minute before answering.
"Damon, cara il mio nome è Damon." the Italian rolls smoothly off his tongue, I'd bet that it's his native language. He laughs, the smooth sound sends tingles through me.
"Come corretto è Lei, l'italiano è la mia lingua madre. Ed il Suo nome sarebbe?" he asks. I know just enough to understand what he said.
"Selene." I whisper since my voice doesn't quite want to work.
"Do you speak Italian too, or can you just understand it?" his accent is thicker now.
"Si, both. Understand more then speak, though cause it's been awhile." I impress myself that I manage another coherent sentence. The fact that his body is still pressing me to the door, is I'm sure the only reason I am still standing. My knees feel like jello, and my stomach is fluttering like crazy. I wonder if this is what Bella feels every time Edward dazzles her. I seriously think this gorgeous creature in front of me is more a god, then a man. A sex god to be sure, cause average men just are not this. I pause having no idea what word what fit what I'm thinking. Damon just laughs which makes me blush crimson, I'd forgotten about his telepathic talent.
"Don't be embarrassed cara, your not the first to think such things. Although I can assure you I am no god. Just a man, and a devilish one at that." he grins. And without warning crashes his mouth to mine. I can't help the surge of desire that floods my veins. I feel his hand snake into my hair at the base of my skull. Either to ensure I couldn't escape or to prevent me from straining my neck. I can't tell and I don't care. His tongue caresses my lower lip, seeking entrance. Unable to think about anything besides him, I give it, letting him deepen the kiss. All I can think is that I want more.
But the shrilling of my damned alarm, causes the dream to shatter. I touch a finger to my lips, still feeling the ghost of his kiss. My body aches with need as I recall his body pressed into mine. The alarm continues its shrill cries, till I sweep it off the nightstand. It hits the floor and mercifully falls silent. The bang of the clocks death fall brings my roommate to investigate.
"Selene, you okay in here?" she asks. I grumble, I am so not a morning person.
"Yeah, alarm clock spoiled a good dream. It had to die." I sit up as she comes to sit next to me.
"Mystery guy?" she asks, since I'd confided in her about the dreams.
"Yup, I know his name now."
"And." she prompts.
"His name is Damon. And he's one fucking amazing kisser." I look at her, and we both bust into laughter.
Meanwhile on the other side of town, unbeknownst to Selene. Her dream lover, sits upright in bed having had the same dream. Damon rubs a hand over his face, as he too feels the ghost of their kiss. And the memory of holding her in his arms. It's so strong his arms tingle. Thoroughly unnerved, he decides a cold shower is in order. But at least now he knows her name, though he can't place why she seems familiar to him.
A.N. The first Italian sentence should be easy to figure. The second one means roughly 'How correct is she, the Italian is my mother tongue. And your name would be?' I found an awesome site for translations, I'll post it to my profile. I know Damon may seem OOC but these are her dreams, she doesn't know him yet. So she doesn't know how he normally is.