Re: Damon + Samandriel
Angels were generally painted as quiet fluffy things with harps and diapers, meant to bless and be completely incapable of this kind of intensity. It was a lucky thing that both Damon and Samandriel knew better. When their mouths met, there was nothing stereotypically angelic about it. In fact, the angel was so focused on his vampire that he couldn't even spare a thought for his ruined shirt. He'd fix it with a thought later. Right then he was too interested in the way Damon moved against him, in meeting him more than halfway and encouraging those dark parts of him.
His hips ground back up against Damon's harder than he expected. "Do you want wings or should I just be what you've got?" he growled, wishing there was a better way to say all that.