"So..?" Damon questioned me as I granted him entrance into my hotel room. God he looked hot.
"So…what?" I decided to tease him, all the while having a grin on my face. He smiled back at me and stayed outside the room, leaning on the wall in the hallway.
"So…what did you think of me? Me performing? You know, the concert you paid money for and flew to Paris to see?"
"Oh, that concert." I laughed lightly. "It was okay."
Damon raised his eyebrows at this. "Only okay? 'Cause I was expecting an awesome, a spectacular, even just a great."
He came in the room now and sat down on Razor's bed. Oh right, I still have to tell Damon that I came here with Razor… It can wait until later.
I lied on the bed next to him and he looked down at me and I smiled. That was my way of telling him that, in fact, I really did believe that the concert was awesome, spectacular and great. And he knew that too.
He lied next to me, grabbed my hand and held it to his chest and looked deep into my eyes. A rather cliché move but I'll take it anyway. When your life is dedicated to gymnastics and only gymnastics the type of love you get isn't really important as long as you have said love.
We just sat there in silence for a long time after that, which I was fine with. I loved just being able to be with Damon and hold his hand. Every touch felt good and I needed that right now.
"I really do love you." Damon reassured, although no one was questioning him.
"I know." I responded, he slightly smiled but something seemed wrong. "What's wrong?" I pried.
He paused a little too long and finally answered "Nothing, Emily. Nothing."
Damon then pulled his hand away from mine and I frowned subconsciously. I turned on my side and looked at his face and into his eyes which seemed as dark and intense as usual, except now he seemed very interested in the ceiling. I was hoping he would be paying a little more attention to me.
"I do love you." He stated once again. "But this is getting hard."
He realized it was a bad idea to finish there when he saw the hurt look on my face. He quickly began to explain.
"No, no, I'm like not breaking up with you or anything. God, Emily, I could never do that. I'm just saying that it's hard to be so far from you. It's hard to not be with you all the time. Emily, I miss you so much."
He paused and took a deep breath in. I'm not sure if he wanted me to respond yet or not but regardless I didn't. I could tell that he wasn't finished speaking and I really wanted to hear this. I loved hearing about his feelings and helping him figure things out. Plus he's raving about me and the self-esteem boost is really needed occasionally.
"In case you couldn't tell," He continued sarcastically, "All my music, all of my songs are about you. You inspire me to write and to sing and to perform, and you're in Colorado when I'm in France and I'm in Colorado when you're in France and it's just so hard sometimes. Come on Emily, you know. What's a candle without a match?" He smiles, "What's a gymnast without a leotard?"
I knew what he was trying to say, but I still, jokingly and teasingly, questioned him. "A gymnast on the cover of Playboy?"
But Damon didn't want this moment to be funny, only meaningful and heartfelt. "Yeah, well, a candle would still be existent without a flame; it just wouldn't have a purpose. That's what my life is like when I'm not with you. You're my flame, Emily, but you're carried with the wind and you just keep getting put out."
Now this sweet and romantic between us became rather depressing, but like I said before, I love it when Damon opens up to me and expresses his true feelings. I love when he gets vulnerable towards me. Some people may deny it but deep down everybody likes to feel that they're needed.
I kissed him. We haven't really had a good kiss since I saw him and he was being so sweet and I was so incredibly in love with him at the moment that I kissed him. Plus, he is also just a really good kisser and I missed kissing him.
He kissed me back and it felt good. I think it was because I needed him so much, or maybe because he needed me so much, or maybe it was because I'm a teenager and my hormones or whatever but I wanted to go further. I wanted our relationship to be deeper. I realized my hand sliding down his body and stopping right above his belt. When he moaned into my lips my hand went onto his belt buckle and he immediately pushed me away slightly. I didn't know what had gotten into me and that moment, but I was glad Damon stopped it. Now I knew that not only was I loved and needed, but also respected and cared for.
Even though it was established we weren't going that far I still kissed him again. I don't know how long we kissed until we stopped for air.
I loved kissing him, there are always so many sparks flying. Those are the same sparks that light our match.
A/N: Alright, I'm officially not setting any more deadlines for myself since I keep going WAY past them, but here this is! I know it's pretty short but it's finally Damon and Emily!
There are two reasons that I'm not updating like I should. One is writers block. I honestly forgot where I was planning on going with this story and am still trying to come up with an idea. Also, of course I LOVE Damon and Emily, but I prefer to write about Razor and Emily's friendship. I think that's because Razor was my favorite character and now since he's not on it, I have to make up for it in my stories.
But anyway, I hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading and please review!
-Megan AKA ToBecomeAClown