Re: Damon + Samandriel
Damon often wondered the same thing every time he and Samandriel were in the same room. Why hadn't they met a year ago? He didn't regret his relationship with Elena at all. He didn't regret being engaged, the same way the angel had agreed to Lucifer's proposal, immediate and willing.
There was a small smile as he looked at the bottle of alcohol. He wanted it, but to get that bottle made him want more than the familiar burn. Fucking conflict. Conflict was not something he was going to walk away from however. Even in his own heart, which could be highly selfish, inconsiderate, and cold, there was a place that the angel held, right beside the one Elena held.
His eyes raised as he heard the list - pleased. Dean and Castiel, while important, had each other. Damon was that wild card, and it was a position that he shouldn't enjoy, but he did. He did like being special, and he didn't like losing that feeling. It held him in his position, equally frustrated, and so tempted right now, in a lot of ways he shouldn't be, and alcohol was certainly playing a huge part in his decision making skills.
Why? Once, what would it hurt? Who would know? Ha, once wouldn't be enough... Fuck. His mind rolled over it, and over it again. He had a feeling that Samandriel could read those thoughts all too well. He made no effort to mask them.
"It leaves us fucked," he said, blue eyes resting full weight on the scene. There was a different scene in his head. The angel's hand slid over his face, which turned into a heated kiss, Damon pushing him against the glass pane of the window, pressing against him fully, aggressively. Their situations were barely keeping him restrained, keeping him from making the vision a reality, but the thought was definitely there. "Too bad I can't read your thoughts like you can read mine. I think we could have some fun like that."