Thumbs hooked under the waistband of her underwear, Elena feigned a scoff. "With your teeth?" She challenged, not at all sincere in the projected disbelief. Rather than drop her unmentionables, Elena stepped back to Damon and climbed atop his prone form. Cupping his face in her hands, she kissed him soundly, her mind so drugged on the thought of him that she nearly forgot that she was trying to tease him at all.
It was so easy to get lost in kissing him. Skimming her lips to the shell of his ear, Elena breathed words out against it, "I'd kinda like to see you try, Damon Salvatore."
Head dipping down to the curve of his neck, Elena paused to inhale the scent of him. One hand braced upon his chest, she held her weight up against Damon as her other hand drifted to the back of his head for better leverage. Control had been something he taught her. Still a young vampire, however, she had trouble resisting the delicious veins practically begging her for release. She remembered the taste of his blood and the way it made her feel, it was frighteningly addictive.
The only question was whether she wanted that aspect of who and what they were to interfere with their first time together since the sire bond had essentially forced them apart. Didn't she want to accept everything about herself with him? Just a little taste couldn't hurt. At least.. not in a way he'd fail to enjoy. Just a prick of her teeth had droplets of blood pooling onto her tongue. Her fingers upon him tightened as moaned into his injured skin, the mere taste of him flooding her senses.
Tidying the slight wound with a swipe of her tongue, Elena's weight settled on his lap. She groaned at the feeling of him pressing into her, head throbbing with an intense desire for more, but she held herself together. With the pad of her thumb, she pushed errant drops of his blood into her mouth, then opened her eyes to glimpse him.