Damon puts his hands over hers and smiles when she looks up at him confused.
"Are you shy?" she circles his nipple with her long fingernail.
"Um, not exactly... Miss Dahlia told me that you're her most requested girl..."
She straddles his middle and playfully moves her hands to his jeans snap. Again, he stills them.
"Look, either we do this or we don't. I get paid by the hour and I have a very important client coming..."
"A VIP?" Damon raises up on his elbows and kisses her, he needs to get her talking. He can't really give her knock out drops if her very important client is the Mayor Lockwood.
She becomes more suspicious and silent but after a few minutes she relaxes and plunges her tongue into his mouth. It's like kissing an eel, he has to swallow down the revulsion and with a swift move of his own, has her beneath him, and lowers his mouth to begin nibbling on her neck.
"My buddy, Tyler Lockwood mentioned that you're his father's favorite..."
"Oh, that's nice," she moans and squeezes his ass, digging her talons in as she grinds against him.
"Well, are you? The mayor's favorite lady, I mean?"
She pauses for a moment again so Damon smashes his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue in to distract her.
"Um," he moans, "Are you?" he kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
"He's really not great but he pays me well and gives me presents," she threads her fingers in Damon's hair and tugs while his lips continue to move over the swell of her breast as he tweaks a nipple.
"Oh, Mr. Silvestri," her head goes back and her mouth falls open as he kisses down her tummy, circling her belly button with his tongue.
"He pays you well...?"
"Very well..." she reaches down and gives him a squeeze.
"April, I want to make you feel good," he shifts so she has to move her hand and rolls her onto her belly. She raises up on all fours, and pokes her ass out to bump and grind against him.
With her back to him, Damon wraps his bicep and forearm around her neck, clasps his hands together and squeezes, applying just enough pressure to her carotid artery to knock her out for a few seconds.
"Wha...?" she mumbles, already starting to stir when he throws a few bills on the bed, and rushes out her room.
Damon moves slowly down the steps and rushes out of the building when he realizes Miss Dahlia isn't in sight. He needs to meet up with Elena then find themselves a hiding place to watch and see who the very important client is...
Damon reaches the rendezvous point just as sirens begin sounding. No doubt a couple of cruisers and an ambulance responding to something. Looking towards the road, he sees a cloud of dust and then the speeding vehicles drive past the exit and continue in northerly direction.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he opens the door and slides in next to Elena.
She scrutinizes him closely then lifts his shirt collar, eyeing the smudge of red lipstick. "It would appear that you enjoyed yourself..."
"Are you jealous?" he waggles his brows playfully.
"Be serious, we have to get out of here. I drove the car closer and one of Dahlia's goons confronted me."
"I told you to stay here?" His voice is tight with barely controlled fury. "What the hell did you think you were doing?"
"It was dangerous... for you, she keeps the last thought to herself.
"It was too dangerous going out there to begin with, so what was it?" Damon points out.
"Why are you being like this?"
"What changed your mind, Elena?"
"I didn't want to see you get hurt, okay? I was...I was worried about you!" she spits out.
"Thanks," Damon replies simply.
"Yes, I worry about you. Why do you even have to hear me say it?"
"And here I thought you didn't care," he teases as the fight leaves him.
Elena huffs and puts her hand on the key, already in the ignition.
"No, April's expecting a very important client. I want to find out who that might be. Come on, we'll walk back and hide in the bushes or something."
"She has goons patrolling the area..."
"I won't let anything happen to you, now let's go," he gets out of the car.
Rolling her eyes, she sticks her purse under the driver's seat, pulls the keys out and follows after him. They lay low, staying acutely aware of their surroundings.
A good share of the property is lined with a beech hedgerow, deeper than her own arm span even when they're stretched wide. "How are we going to hide in here, it's so dense?" Elena whispers to Damon.
He's busy looking for an opening and when he finds one, he beckons her to come. Getting down on his belly, he wiggles beneath it, Elena reluctantly does the same. The space gives them a good view of the entrance.
Her palms are skinned and burn like the devil. Her head hurts and all she wants to do is go back to her place and take a nice long bubble bath. Instead here she is, laying in the dirt beside Damon Salvatore.
"Look, it is him, it's Mayor Lockwood," Damon nudges her with his elbow. He struggles to pull his phone out of his back pocket so Elena helps him out.
"You always did like to play down there but now is not the time," he takes the device from her.
"Don't flatter yourself."
"Ah was it something I said?" he aims the phone's camera at Richard Lockwood.
"Are you crazy, someone will see the flash?"
"I'll just have to chance it. If I don't have photos, it's his word against mine. Who do you think they're going to believe?"
Her jaw goes slack when she sees a couple of large, really large sized shoes stop in front of them. Turning her head, Damon already has his index finger on his lips, silently telling her to be quiet.
She's quaking for several minutes before the shoes finally walk away. She wastes no time in slithering backwards and out of the head but not without getting scratched up even more. Damon follows, grabs her by the hand and takes off in a run to avoid being seen...
Elena parks in the lot and they slink into the back entrance. When Damon's well ahead of her, she sucks it up and limps all the way back to Bonnie's apartment. Her knees are missing the top layer of skin and are bruised, turning shades of magenta and midnight blue.
She almost feels like a child having fallen off of her bike. Damon's sucking down a longneck bottle of beer when she enters with his wig sitting on the counter top.
"Want one?" he asks.
"Yes, I want one but I need to clean up first," her eyes drop again to her knees.
Damon lowers his head, following her line of sight, gasping lightly when he notices her injuries.
"How did that happen?" he urges her to the couch to sit down. Carefully he raises her legs, tucking a pillow under them to rest on the coffee table. "Stay here, Bonnie must have some first aid spray."
Dropping her head, she closes her eyes and lays there for what seems like a long time. Nothing brilliant pops into her mind, and she's too agitated to sleep. Elena can't stop thinking about the bouncer guy from Dahlia's. He just gave her the creeps. When Damon returns, he plops down on the table beside her legs.
"This will sting," he dabs her bruised skin with a cotton ball, Elena grimaces in response.
"You played your part of the plan really well tonight," she locks eyes with his, they have such beauty trapped in them...
"Oh, yeah?" he looks up at her amused.
"You no doubt had April drooling all over you and your..." Before he can come up with a witty rejoinder, she sighs, "I'm a little worried though, what if those goons come after us? He probably wrote down my license plate number..."
"They won't and aren't you the one who told me that you're handy with that gun you carry in your bag?"
Elena watches as he finishes dabbing her knees. "I know we didn't end on the best of terms but that doesn't mean I want anything to happen to you."
"Nor I you," he suddenly lifts her up and carries her into the bathroom bridal style, sets her down and turns on the shower.
"While you're washing up, I'll make us something to eat," he rakes his eyes over her.
"Does Bonnie have a pair of pajamas or something?"
"Yeah, I think there's some in there," he points to a closet filled with bath accessories from what she can see.
Jumping down, she kicks off her shoes and starts to lift her shirt over her head when she stops, noticing him staring at her. "A little privacy..."
"Sure," he smiles tightly then backs out of the bathroom, all the while wondering how he ever let her get away from him.
Damon leaves the bathroom to go to scrounge up something for them to eat. Since Bonnie's on vacation, there really isn't a whole lot to choose from in the refrigerator, fortunately his friend has an inner prepper side to her personality. He finds already prepared meals in her freezer and items in her pantry.
Also, in the pantry, he finds a nice bottle of wine. When he steps out, the first thing he sees is Elena's very nice ass as she's stooped over, looking inside the fridge.
He clears his throat and she looks up. "Cute pj's."
She's wearing a pair of baby dolls. Her feet are bare, her toes painted a candy apple shade of red. And don't get him started on her legs, he remembers vividly the way they'd wrap around his middle when...
"I was going to have a beer but that wine sounds better," she nods at it after turning to face him.
"Okay then," he pulls a corkscrew out of one of the drawers, after removing it, he reaches for a couple of glasses and pours them each some.
"It's good," Elena savors the flavor of the red wine.
"You've had a rough day, why don't you sit down and relax, while I get this ready," he uses his head to gesture at their meal.
"I think I will," she pours a little more wine in her glass and with a smile, leaves him to do the cooking.
As soon as he's finished, he sets the table then wipes his hands. "Elena, it's time to eat," he calls out. Having received no response, he goes into the living room to find her curled up on the couch, sleeping sounding, the slightest snore escaping her parted lips.
Sighing, he carefully removes the glass from her hand and sets it down, Bonnie will skin him alive if red wine was spilled on her sofa. He goes back to the kitchen to turn the stove off, he'll wake her soon but he can't make himself disturb her just yet... And then he stares at her beautiful form...Blood surges through him and his heart pumps like a tremendous machine, like it always used to whenever she was close by.
Elena turns on her stereo equipment and selects a Styx cd - 'Lady, when you're with me I'm smiling...Give me all your love...'
The sound is pleasing, and he smiles as she turns back to him. "Dance with me?" she moves closer with her arms spread and inviting.
"I'm not the best dancer," he chuckles and rises to catch her hand in mid-air, suspended between them. Just like every time they touch; his blood burns white hot.
Damon's fingers curl around hers, and she drifts closer still. His other hand raises to touch her back, and her hand rises to his shoulder.
They are light as air as they glide across her floor slowly, her eyes closing while a smile forms on her pink lips. He takes his time to look at her then, at every part that is so close to him, her hair, her skin, her ears, she's undeniably perfect.
Elena catches him gazing at her lips and he feels her hand leaves his to slide up the front of his white shirt. She moves impossibly closer, and her breasts press against him.
She wants him as much as he wants her.
He wraps his arms around her, giving in to the feel of her mouth as it plays up towards his neck. His hands move to her silky hair, massaging and getting lost. She moans against him as he holds her closer, and her head tilts up, her lips on his chin, across his jaw…
Eloise is curled at her feet. When she stretches out her front paws, the tips of her claws prick Elena's flesh.
"Ouch!" her eyes snap open and she reaches down to rub the spot.
"I wasn't going to wake you just yet, Eloise saved me the trouble," he winks at her in his infinitely charming Damon way.
"How fortunate for you," she shoots him a look as she swings her legs over the side to sit up. He offers his hand; she looks at it for a moment before taking it; allowing him to help her.
"Thank you," she replies then follows him into the kitchen...
Huge thanks and I apologize for the lateness. Work has been crazy busy. Last year at this time, one wing of my floor was closed for almost the entire summer. This year not at all. And I have yet to take care of a Covid+ patient...
Chapter title: 'Bad Girls' by Donna Summer.
We'll see you next with the FTT update. Have a lovely day.