WHO: Brooke and Damon; mystic_damon WHEN: Monday evening WHERE: Brooke's room WHAT: A little bit of this and a little bit of that and maybe some blood thrown into the mix RATING: Probably high STATUS: In progress
Brooke’s breath was coming in short, ragged gasps as she fought to find her way back to the world, little aftershocks of pleasure making her stomach squirm happily. Her slim, small body was clammy with sweat and her heart was hammering hard in her chest but all that mattered was Damon, laying there beneath her in all his glory. She gave a little breathless laugh, collapsing forward to lean her cheek on his chest, his skin made warmer than usual by their exertions. Slowly, she let herself roll off him so she could snuggle into his side, her breathing finally evening out. She shut her eyes and just let herself lay there for a moment or two, loving the way he felt against her, every inch of her skin tingling and sensitive in the aftermath of their morning in bed together.
After a while, Brooke lifted her chin so she could gaze up at Damon, her hazel eyes moving over his face as a little smile played on her lip. She didn’t want to move but, with a palpable effort, she forced herself to scoot up a little so her face was close to his.
“I was thinking,” she mused, the fingers of one hand running up his gorgeous and very naked body to trace circles on his chest. She nibbled her lips before carrying on, not sure if she should say what she was about to. Still, she’d been thinking it over all day and apparently she was into trying new things after being thrust into this strange place. Seeking his bright, blue gaze, she began speaking again, trying not to let her hesitancy show too much in her voice. “About what I was saying earlier...” she said, her hand moving from his chest so she could run the pad of her thumb softly under his eyes were the veins usually stood out. “Would you like to... bite me? I mean, do you get off on it?”