Re: Damon and Enzo
Damon returned the kiss with no hesitation. He didn't care who was watching. He had long heard he same mantra. 'You are a vampire. What people think is irrelevant? You have the luxury of time to do what you want with very few lines that are absolute. Explore the world to it's fullest.' That went right along with 'Why the fuck would you even care about the opinion of someone who will be in a box in fifty years, and will no longer be a factor in your life. The world is your oyster, crack into it and suck the meat out.' They oyster analogy was his own, and a fine little gem it was.
He pulled back and sucked in his bottom lip thoughtfully. He nodded slowly, "You are first. I also don't want to run out there and line them up. It's the nature of a vampire to be a little less inhibited - let's face it, we are sluts because we can be. Feelings are rare, and they are permanent. You get the rare category."
Damon reached out, sliding his hand over Enzo's cheek. Between the eyes and the lips, Damon was magnetic, and he knew it, but there were times he forgot all about it. "If I also had to choose, it would be you. And when I get ragingly jealous because you were with your slave, remind me of this, because that will happen too." He laughed a little, quite sure of his own possessiveness when there were feelings involved. He wasn't like that with anyone else, but he absolutely knew it would here.
"I am yours, and you are mine." His tongue rolled over the words. They made him smile as well, and he meant them. There was no way he could deny it after all those years. It was true in their cells and it hadn't changed. Even if they couldn't touch, they were together in every other way that meant something. He couldn't resist throwing in one other thing, just for some fun in a serious conversation. "Is this the part where we run out and get matching tattoos?"