[chapter 1 updated and extended 22/05/2015]
AR Oneshot
I do not own Damon or Elena, yet.
The Tease
The night was cool, but he felt hot, burning. Any second now and this red-hot yearning inside him would make him do something to draw her attention. He didn't want her to know he was there, not yet, not whilst there was still so much yet to see. Oh yes, so much. If she was made aware of his presence it would only make her stop. And we couldn't have that, no.
Damon watched from the window as she undressed, resting lightly on a branch just a inch from the thin glass pane. His midnight black feathers have melted into the pitch black sky, a perfect disguise, but his beady eyes still glimmer in the soft glow of her room.
He saw that she was watching herself in the mirror, her fingers trembling as they stroked her bare nipples in a way that made Damon want to swoop in there and taste them with his tongue. His human tongue, maybe his crow's beak, to see what it felt like to her and if it gave her any pleasure. Maybe she was kinky that way, his dirty little Elena.
He wondered if she thought of him, and if he was the intended audience. He thought that she must sense his presence outside the window, must feel his eyes on her bare back, and the show was for him, for him especially. Her performance was flawless of course, and he ached to resemble a human man again so that he could free this burning need that smouldered inside of him.
He almost made a sound when she knelt on the floor in front of the mirror and pressed her breasts against the cold glass. After a few moments she pulled her self back, her nipples hard as she twisted them firmly in her fingers, opening her mouth wide and gasping; could he read his name on her lips?
He could hear her moaning softly as the muscles within her tightened and her blood pooled in her cheeks. He wondered then if she had known he was watching; he had never before witnessed a woman touch herself for her own pleasure and no one else's – young woman of his day were taught that they must look to a man to please them, and it was erotic to see her defy this rule in front of him. So naughty, So hot. The ache to return to normal, to relieve this itch, felt as if it would tear him apart.
He watched her tease herself – and he could smell the damp heat even through the glass. He knew that her fingers had found the sensual pleasure point but that she was growing tired and uncomfortable. She laid on her back and stared up into the ceiling, her heart no longer thumping deliciously in her chest, and he thought that a frown touched her lips. She was sad to have to stop, and for that Damon felt sad too. He wanted to help her find her release, but not to make her think he had been watching – apparently they never appreciated that.
"Elena," he croaked, his bird mouth able to make that sound, at least. Did compulsion work in animal form as it did in human? "Elena, let me in." Let me have you.
A/N: Was it satisfying?
