Title :: Doe-eyes Pairing :: Dawn/Damon Prompt :: Surprise
She was pretty, all legs and glossed lips, the doe-eyes he could have done without, but what she was currently doing with that glossed mouth more then made up for them and was possibly saving her life. Damon’s hand tightened in the loose waves of her hair, held her immobile a moment as his hips thrust forward and a smirk twisted the corners of his mouth as he felt her throat constrict as she gagged.
He pulled out and her head back, lifting her with his tight grip and those wide eyes widened further as he shoved her back against the alley wall. His mouth found hers, tasting himself on her tongue as she returned the kiss eagerly, if a little sloppy, and she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and forcing him to cup the smooth curve of her ass.
The rough texture of her jeans added a heightened sensation to his erection and her heartbeat increased with this new angle and Damon’s mouth left hers. Trailed kisses across her cheek and down her jaw to nuzzle the soft skin of her neck as the tempo increased until he could feel it pulsing against his mouth. Her hands fumbled with the buckle of his belt as his mouth opened and his teeth lacerated her throat.
She jerked, hands leaving his belt to shove at his shoulders and she began to murmur something about her sister and Slayers—like those were real—as he gorged himself on her blood. A knee worked its way down and between his legs, kneeing his exposed erection and Damon stumbled back, cursing and tucking his wounded pride back into his pants. “You little bitch!”
A shaking hand lifted a cross and she muttered, “Screw you, you bloodsucking asshole.”
“Isn’t that what you were trying to do?” His brow quirked and he took a painful step forward before stating, “And a cross? Really?” He knocked her hand away and caught her chin and the back of her neck effortless as those doe-eyes stared up at him shocked and frightened as he stated, “someone’s been reading too many fairytales,” and snapped her neck.
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Pairing :: Dawn/Damon
Prompt :: Surprise
She was pretty, all legs and glossed lips, the doe-eyes he could have done without, but what she was currently doing with that glossed mouth more then made up for them and was possibly saving her life. Damon’s hand tightened in the loose waves of her hair, held her immobile a moment as his hips thrust forward and a smirk twisted the corners of his mouth as he felt her throat constrict as she gagged.
He pulled out and her head back, lifting her with his tight grip and those wide eyes widened further as he shoved her back against the alley wall. His mouth found hers, tasting himself on her tongue as she returned the kiss eagerly, if a little sloppy, and she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and forcing him to cup the smooth curve of her ass.
The rough texture of her jeans added a heightened sensation to his erection and her heartbeat increased with this new angle and Damon’s mouth left hers. Trailed kisses across her cheek and down her jaw to nuzzle the soft skin of her neck as the tempo increased until he could feel it pulsing against his mouth. Her hands fumbled with the buckle of his belt as his mouth opened and his teeth lacerated her throat.
She jerked, hands leaving his belt to shove at his shoulders and she began to murmur something about her sister and Slayers—like those were real—as he gorged himself on her blood. A knee worked its way down and between his legs, kneeing his exposed erection and Damon stumbled back, cursing and tucking his wounded pride back into his pants. “You little bitch!”
A shaking hand lifted a cross and she muttered, “Screw you, you bloodsucking asshole.”
“Isn’t that what you were trying to do?” His brow quirked and he took a painful step forward before stating, “And a cross? Really?” He knocked her hand away and caught her chin and the back of her neck effortless as those doe-eyes stared up at him shocked and frightened as he stated, “someone’s been reading too many fairytales,” and snapped her neck.