Re: Damon + Samandriel
The alcohol in the angel was working against him, keeping him from being able to filter out what Damon was projecting at him. A gesture and the door to the room shut and locked. Samandriel stood, walking over to the vampire.
"And still unfucked," he pointed out. He tipped his head up, keeping only a scant few inches between their bodies for the time being. "You take great pleasure in fucking with my head, don't you? In imagining all the ways you'd claim what was at least partially yours. All teeth and strength and mine." His fingers slid up Damon's chest. "In showing me how you feel so you don't have to say it. Does it bother you watching me with them? Get all your predatory possessive instincts up? Or do you just smirk to yourself and know that we're going to end up just like this anyway? And that one day, maybe tonight or maybe some other time we're both going to give into temptation and you're going to end up taking what you're being offered, growling 'mine' against my ear like I couldn't feel it in your touch."
Those nimble fingers brushed over Damon's face, matching the beginning of the little fantasy Damon had going. "You wanted to know what I was thinking." The angel smirked, well aware how much of a tease he was being.