Re: Damon + Samandriel
Damon shrugged, letting the angel's hands wander up his chest. There was a distinct, light little rumble in his throat. It was very easy to tell what Damon liked from his expressions, especially when his words were not as obvious. "I was never one to talk about feelings." It was much easier to think, let his mind wander, the way it was wandering now.
There was no doubt that Samandriel knew him. Each and every statement was right on. Damon was predatory. He didn't like losing what was his, or at least partially his. "Do you like watching me with her?" he countered. "I know you like teasing me, knowing that that tight tether will break. What would just once hurt, you know, get it out of our system, but you and I both know that it will be just a beginning."
He pushed them from one side of the window moulding to the other, leaning Samandriel back into it. His hand wrapped around the buttons of his shirt just at the level of his heart. The other hand rested behind the angel's head. His lips hovered so close. That line was chalk, blowing away in the hard wind, virtually nonexistent. He would have to keep it a secret if that line faded completely.