WHO: Elena & Damon (ilovepickles) WHAT: Elena pushes Damon. And keeps pushing. Just for fun. WHERE: Their room WHEN: the evening of the 22nd RATING: high STATUS: in progress
Elena didn't really know what they were doing with all of this fake fighting between one another, pretending in the outside world that there was some sort of kink in the engagement, this bit of roleplaying and calling each other names. It wasn't something they had really done before outside of their usual dirty bedroom talk, but this was an escalation of sorts and she...didn't mind it. She was actually curious to see how far she could push her lover, how he might snap. Oh, she did love when he snapped and just took, but this time Elena planned to fight back completely just for kicks.
After they had finished with dinner and and all the dishes were clean and put up, Elena was drinking down the rest of her wine, watching Damon over the lip of her glass with intrigue and deviousness in her brown eyes. She suddenly set the glass down and walked over to him, the heels she was wearing tonight with her short white dress clicking on the floor of the apartment in a steady thump-thump. She'd kept pretending that she was angry at Damon besides their little private conversation between one another earlier...but despite that, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped him as hard as she could manage across the face, twisting her own expression into one of anger. "I can't believe you. You're still thinking about them, aren't you? You barely paid any attention to me at dinner!" A smile was tugging at her lips, but she fought it down. She'd either done something completely stupid...or amazing.