His beauty radiates off of him. Nerves are still managing to work their way up in my body. Damon is staring at me, his light blue eyes are locked onto mine. I can see the desire driven behind him swimming in his eyes. His dark hair in a mess around his face. The color of his hair making his eyes just that much more beautiful to look at in the contrast of it.
The fridge door is still open, the cold air hitting my bare legs. The cold that would have bothered me before feels good against my skin that feels like it is burning. The low buzzing of the fridge is playing in my ears, the hum from the motor working hard against the open door. The noise is easy to drown out though, all I have to do is completely concentrate on something else. Just like Damon doesn't move but keeps his eyes on me. I take a few small steps towards him, he never once wavers though completely keeping his place. I take another step forward so my chest is faintly touching his.
I move my hand up to the collar of his shirt, letting my fingers trace the stitches in the fabric. I never let my eyes leave his. I can feel the desire burning through me. The combination of him being so close to me with the smell of blood lingering in the air is sending my emotions into overdrive. Damon can sense what my body wants as he raises an eyebrow at me in his mischievous way. I smile up at him. My lips quickly land on his with his hands wrapping around my waist. I lightly jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist as his hands slide from my waist to under my thighs.
Damon moves both of us over to the kitchen counter, gently setting me down. I deepen the kiss, pulling Damon down closer to me as my back hit's the cold marble of the kitchen counter. I arch my back for a moment adjusting to the cold before resting it back down. I put one hand up to the side of his face while my other hand is gripping at his shirt which I've balled up at the collar. I can feel Damon thrust his hardness against me. I let a quiet moan escape my lips, nothing but a mumble with his lips still pressed so tightly to mine.
Damon does the movement again, this time my lips move away from his letting the moan out into the open air. At the same moment my hand that was gripping at his shirt makes a rip in it. I can hear every fiber of the fabric tear. My eyes widen as I bite my bottom lips, a small piece of the black shirt resting in my hand. I hear a small chuckle from Damon as I give him an 'oops" look. Damon leans down, giving me one soft kiss before pulling me off of the counter.
"As much as it is killing me to do this, trust me it is taking every ounce of will power that I have not to take you on this kitchen counter right now but we do have guests, one of them being Jeremy with super powered hearing." I can hear a small frustration in his voice, the same frustration that I have from the tension that we just built up. I let my face fall into a frown out of disappointment but I know that he is right. His willpower is just a lot better than mine at the moment. I can't tell what I want more, to have Damon's touch or to have the rose colored liquid that is still waiting for me in the open fridge.
Damon reaches into the fridge grabbing one of the plastic bags. Taking it out and shutting the door behind him he goes of a glass cup that is in one of the many cabinets in the kitchen. I watch as he easily tears open the plastic, pouring the contents into the glass.
I watch the glass spin around in the microwave, the smell of blood getting stronger with each second that it is heating up. I feel like a child waiting and watching.
"You're having a lot more patience than a child though." Damon says. I shoot him a sideways glance as I try to hide my smile.
The microwave starts to beep as the green letters on the small screen read END. Damon takes the glass out, not even bothered by the heat of the glass. Something that would have easily burned me a day ago. Damon offers the glass to me, I take it cautiously. The glass doesn't burn my skin like I assumed it would. Instead it just feels like a comforting warmth against the palms of my hands.
"You're tolerance for pain is going to be a lot stronger now." I nod my head lightly at him, wanting to listen to his voice but the scent of the blood wafting up into me is making me somewhat lightheaded. I take a moment before I rest the glass on my lips. I keep it there while I watch Damon's eyes stare at me. I'm a little bothered by the fact that he is right there watching. More of my human traits showing in this new life. Something that I am grateful for.
"You haven't flipped the switch off. You're still letting your human emotions be carried on with you. They're a lot more amplified, which is partially why you keep jumping me." I can hear his ego seeping out of his voice. I roll my eyes at him pulling the glass away from my lips. This would have annoyed me months ago but its a welcoming part of his personality now. With him being able to feel my emotions and being able to communicate without speaking is actually something really enjoyable for the most part. I don't have to think anything with having to ask it only a minute later.
"I have not been 'jumping' you." I put more emphasis on the word jumping. I don't hardly think of it as that.
"You're right. Harassment sounds like a much better word." Damon smirks at me just as he finishes his sentence. A part of me wants to be mad but I know that he's just playing with me. I smile at him turning his smirk into a smile. I'm a little more relaxed. A trick that I realized Damon just used on me. I smile a little bit more as I put the warm glass back up to my lips. I pause, then I tilt the glass back just enough to pour some of the contents into my mouth. I tilt the glass back even further letting all of the liquid touch my tongue.
I swallow, feeling the warmth slide down my throat. I stand there letting the taste dance on my tongue. My whole body already feels a change. The burning in my throat is dulled to a faint ember compared to the fire that was blazing earlier. All of my sense seem just a little bit more enhanced with the blood now flowing through me. I can see the moonlight streaming in through the kitchen windows. The shadows of the trees making their way into the house, forming against the white kitchen floor. My vision seems clearer, as my sense of smell is heightened too. I can smell Damon and his readiness for me. All of his animalistic tendencies mixing in with his own smell. I breathe in deeply, letting the smell entertain me again.
I close my eyes, finishing off the last drops in the glass. I set it down on the counter. The sound of the glass hitting the marble making a clank. I let my hands drop down to my sides. I try to take everything in, my senses feel like they are almost being overwhelmed. I can hear the ticking of the clock in the next room over. I can hear Damon's breathing as it comes out of his delicately parted lips.
I reach into my memories which seem sharper from the past day alone. Almost as if making it seem everything in the past day just happened a moment ago. I let my mind fall to the memory of waking up. I replay the whole scene in my head but in a faster motion. All of the feelings of being on the bed with Damon come rushing back, hitting me hard. I open up my eyes again, a new found hunger inside of me.
I push myself against Damon. There is no resistance despite what he had told me about other vampires being in the house. I push him against the door to the fridge, leaning myself up into him. My hips pressing against his with my black shirt ridding up my skin. Damon quickly take control back, turning me so that I am now against the fridge with him pressed up against me. I can't help but grin at him from the built up adrenaline. His lips immediately find mine again. I move my hand through his soft a silk hair.
"If you two are going to be doing that can it at least be when Jeremy and I aren't here?" Anna sounds a little irritated. I let my feet touch the ground again off of their tiptoes from being in Damon's reach. I hang my head, a habit from attempting to hide my once blushing skin. Embarrassment floods over me for letting myself get their far after Damon had already tried to warn me. I just knew that he wasn't going to push me off if I tried anything. Honestly there for a moment I hadn't cared that anyone could hear though. I'm relieved though that Anna walked in when she did. Just because I have this new life doesn't mean I want to make my sex life a public showing.
"You can't really expect to be opening up packages of blood in a house full of vampires and not expect someone to come wandering in." Anna's tone in her voice has already changed. Truly reminding me of a teenager from her little mood swings. Just like Jeremy. I smile as I watch Anna open up the fridge. I'm actually really happy for them.
"So what are we going to do today?" I beam up at Damon, my mood already changing from Anna's presence. There was something about her that made the air a little bit lighter. Not in the moments where she was mad because lets face it, she is terrifying for such a small girl. Then there's this side though. The one where her radiant smile shows with a true happiness breaking through her tough exterior. I can't help but smile as I watch her face light up as Jeremy walks into the room. I get so involved in watching them. Jeremy's smile is almost just as amazing as Anna's. I don't notice Damon watching me for a few moments.
You're really happy for them, aren't you? I can tell that he is genuinely curious to now about my outlook. Especially with everything that I had tried to protect Jeremy from.
I am. I smile even more as Jeremy wraps his arms around Anna. I do want him to be happy.
And to think a few months ago you thought everyone was pure evil except for . I can hear the triumph in his voice along with a smile.
I try to glare over at him but I can't manage to keep a menacing look on my face. Damon lets out a laugh, something that is so rare from him. His laughter absolutely mesmerizes me. I can get lost in this moment. I make sure to take all of it in. The perfect creases in his face, the way his eyes somewhat close as his melodic voice comes out.
The wind picks up outside, causing the dead leaves on the ground to bush against the pavement. I can hear the movement of them sliding across the black asphalt, crinkling against the roughness of it. I become more alert, forgetting everyone else in the room. I can pick up on a car driving down the road. The car makes a turn, hitting the gravel of the driveway up the boarding house. The small rocks making a grinding noise against the tires. I stand completely still. The car engine dies with the car door opening. The door doesn't slam shut but there is force behind it. The feet crunch into the rocks until eventually hitting the porch making the noise flat.
There is a soft knock on the door. I turn my head towards the direction, my eyes ridden with worry.
"Its just the teacher." Damon says not sounding enthusiastic but walking off to the front door anyways.
How do you know? I ask Damon through our connection instead of shouting it down the hallway.
I know his smell.