Brooke P. Davis Salvatore is Damon's little spoon! (prettygirldavis) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2011-05-16 11:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | brooke davis, damon salvatore |
WHO: Brooke and Damon
WHEN: Monday mid-morning
WHERE: Their room, Cabin 20
WHAT: Damon gets a little more than he was expecting after a morning in bed with his girlfriend
RATING: High probably
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 her boyfriend 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 everything over for a while now and the last episode of the show she’d watched just confirmed her plan in her mind. Seeking his bright, blue gaze, she began speaking again, trying not to let her hesitancy show too much in her voice. “You know when we’re... together, and your face goes all rawr?” 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. “That means you wanna bite me, right? I mean, like, subconsciously?”