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Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: 1.15 A Few Good Men
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moosesal for the beta.
Previous parts here
“I can’t rig the contest, Damon” Carol pitches her voice low enough to not be overheard.
“I don’t know why not.” Damon drops his voice into an exaggerated whisper and winks.
Carol looks at him through her lashes as she sips her martini. She traces the rim of her lips with her tongue and coyly smiles before she whispers back. “I’m a married woman.”
Beneath the privacy of the bar Damon glides his fingertips over Carol’s stockinged calf. He slows down when he reaches the pulse point behind her knee and circles it with his thumb. Her pulse skips a beat then picks up speed as she uncrosses her legs giving him easier access. Damon leaves his hand where it is and raises a challenging eyebrow. “So?”
“I’m married to the mayor.” She nearly growls the words at him. Her words and fiercely scowling expression say one thing but her body tells another story entirely. She’s angled so that she’s facing him; turning her back to the rest of the room. “I can’t do something so obvious as bidding on a bachelor auction when I’m already married.”
Damon’s hand slides further up her leg. He’s tracing her femoral with two fingers and Carol spreads her legs a little bit more. “Sure you can, you can do anything you want Carol.” Her legs part a bit further and Damon glides his middle finger along the damp crotch of her panties. He smiles at her and takes her drink out of her hand. He brings the wide rim of the martini glass to his lips and touches his tongue to the edge of the glass. Carol sucks in a breath and Damon dips his tongue into the drink.
Damon rubs her clit through her panties. “You fucking tease.” She hisses on the s but cants her hips forward making Damon’s finger slide back toward her aching cunt.
“Rig the auction.” He presses inside her just a bit, enough for her to soak through the silk of her panties and wet his finger. He brings the finger to his mouth and sucks it like a lollypop. He can’t compel her because of the vervain, but he doesn’t need to. Carol grabs the glass out of his hand and finishes her martini in one gulp then turns away so that he can no longer reach her.
“I have work to do. I’ll talk to you” -- she stands and heads toward the stage -- “later.”
Next Part
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: 1.15 A Few Good Men
Notes: thank you
moosesal for the beta. Previous parts here
“I can’t rig the contest, Damon” Carol pitches her voice low enough to not be overheard.
“I don’t know why not.” Damon drops his voice into an exaggerated whisper and winks.
Carol looks at him through her lashes as she sips her martini. She traces the rim of her lips with her tongue and coyly smiles before she whispers back. “I’m a married woman.”
Beneath the privacy of the bar Damon glides his fingertips over Carol’s stockinged calf. He slows down when he reaches the pulse point behind her knee and circles it with his thumb. Her pulse skips a beat then picks up speed as she uncrosses her legs giving him easier access. Damon leaves his hand where it is and raises a challenging eyebrow. “So?”
“I’m married to the mayor.” She nearly growls the words at him. Her words and fiercely scowling expression say one thing but her body tells another story entirely. She’s angled so that she’s facing him; turning her back to the rest of the room. “I can’t do something so obvious as bidding on a bachelor auction when I’m already married.”
Damon’s hand slides further up her leg. He’s tracing her femoral with two fingers and Carol spreads her legs a little bit more. “Sure you can, you can do anything you want Carol.” Her legs part a bit further and Damon glides his middle finger along the damp crotch of her panties. He smiles at her and takes her drink out of her hand. He brings the wide rim of the martini glass to his lips and touches his tongue to the edge of the glass. Carol sucks in a breath and Damon dips his tongue into the drink.
Damon rubs her clit through her panties. “You fucking tease.” She hisses on the s but cants her hips forward making Damon’s finger slide back toward her aching cunt.
“Rig the auction.” He presses inside her just a bit, enough for her to soak through the silk of her panties and wet his finger. He brings the finger to his mouth and sucks it like a lollypop. He can’t compel her because of the vervain, but he doesn’t need to. Carol grabs the glass out of his hand and finishes her martini in one gulp then turns away so that he can no longer reach her.
“I have work to do. I’ll talk to you” -- she stands and heads toward the stage -- “later.”
Next Part
