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turnonmyheels) wrote2010-12-18 08:55 am
turnonmyheels) wrote2010-12-18 08:55 am
Fic! Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin 13/22
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
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: 1.13 Children of the Damned
Notes: thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moosesal for the beta
Previous parts here
Jenna gratefully handed the chef’s knife to Damon. She poured herself a glass of wine and admired his skill with the knife. As well as his ass, his shoulders, and that model-gorgeous face. The Salvatores were absolutely gorgeous, you’d have to be blind not to see it and Jenna was anything but blind. She sipped the wine occasionally and feigned shock and outrage at Damon’s more outlandish stories while he diced, minced, and chopped the garlic and other assorted items in a fraction of the time that she could have done it in. “You know when I do that, it takes an hour and everything looks mangled.” Jenna nodded toward the cutting board. “You wield that knife like a professional chef.”
Damon topped off Jenna’s wine glass and smiled. “Just something I picked up over the years.”
Jenna snorted into her wine glass. “You say that like you’re ancient.” She studied Damon’s face more closely. Piercing eyes, check. Faint, faint lines around the mouth, check. No obvious gray in the hair or other lines around the face. Cheekbones she’d kill to have? Check. “You can’t be over 23, we’re probably around the same age.”
“Something like that.” He smirked at her and Jenna laughed out loud when he somehow managed to make his eyes twinkle at her. “A gentleman never tells and a lady never asks.”
“I thought it was the other way around?” Jenna leaned one hip against the counter and turned so she was facing Damon. “Ladies never tell, gentlemen never ask.”
“That was before the women’s liberation movement. Now that we’re freed from and unhindered by gender bias we can all--” Damon waved the knife in the air in an all-encompassing motion. “Be free to ask and tell or whatever.” He raked the contents of the cutting board into the saute pan already hot on the stove. “Unless you’re military, of course, but we’re not here for political conversation.”
Damon quieted as he stirred. Jenna found herself mesmerized by his hands and moved a little closer to him. He looked up at her and smiled then reached for his wine glass. “Thank you for inviting me to family night. Where are our charges?”
“Elena had something to do after school.” Jenna shrugged and sipped her wine. “Actually I’m glad they’re not here, it gives us a chance to get to know one another. And I’ve got to tell you -- I don’t approve that Elena spent the night at your house the other day.”
Damon sighed and sipped from his own glass. “I know what you mean, but what can you do? I figure it’s safer if I know where they are.” He topped off Jenna’s glass again. “Not to mention, Stefan clearly remembers when I was sneaking in girls beneath our father’s nose. He loves throwing the hypocrite card at me, so I try not to give him the opportunity.”
“It’s different for girls than it is boys.” Jenna raised an accusatory eyebrow at Damon. “I know from firsthand experience. I don’t want Elena to go through the same things I went through.”
“You’re right, and it’s not fair. Tell you what, let’s make a deal--” Damon held up his wine glass. “I faithfully promise you that I will safeguard Elena’s reputation as if it were my own.” He clinked his glass against Jenna’s and drank.
Jenna smiled a little and sipped from her glass. “At least I know Elena is responsible enough to be safe.”
“That’s why we make mistakes so they can learn from them.”
He smelled good. Damn good, and when he turned those ice blue eyes on her and held her gaze Jenna shivered a little and moved a bit closer. He was like gravity -- inexorably drawing her closer and closer to his orbit. “You’re right, of course. I just wish it didn’t give them so much ammunition for later on.”
Damon poured the contents of the saute pan into the pot of simmering tomato sauce and tasted it. “I think it needs a touch of garlic, what do you think?” He held the spoon out for Jenna, “Careful, it’s hot.”
Jenna blew on the spoon before tasting. “Mmm. Damon, I think it’s perfect.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes; he was so close she could smell his cologne. Woodsy, earthy, with a touch of spice, she licked her lips and forced herself not to lean against him and smell the hollow of his throat.
“We’ll let it simmer a while longer and taste it again.” Damon put the lid on the sauce and closed the rest of the distance between them. “Any ideas on what we can do until then?” He toyed with the belt loops on her jeans and Jenna quit resisting the urge to touch him.
She glided her fingers down the silk of his shirt sleeve and tilted her face up. Jeremy shouted from the other room and the noise from his game increased. Elena wasn’t home yet. She was an adult in her own home spending time with a gorgeous man. She could kiss him if she wanted to, and she wanted to. She did. She really did. She wanted to kiss Damon as much as she’d wanted to kiss Alaric the other night. Just because she had a date with Alaric on Friday didn’t mean she couldn’t kiss someone else. A date was a date, not a relationship. “I may have an idea or two.”
Jenna stood on her tip toes and leaned toward Damon. She could feel his breath ghosting against her lips, she met his gaze and smiled at the teasing expression on his face. “Tease,” she accused as she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and pressed herself against his body. He felt amazing against her -- sleek and firm, just the right height with the bad boy vibe that made her crazy.
“Uh-huh.” His hands slipped from her belt loops to her ass, cupping it and pulling her against him so tightly she could feel his erection. “You love it.” He trailed his mouth from hers to the shell of her ear. “Don’t you?”
Jenna tilted her head to the side to give Damon better access to her neck. “Mmm-hmm.” He kissed the pulse point on her throat and she felt butterflies dance in her stomach. He pressed her against the stove; the oven handle dug into her ass, but she didn’t care because he was finally, finally kissing her.
Jenna’s eyes closed and her lips parted slightly. He kissed her gently at first, rubbing their lips together, before nipping first the bottom then her top lip. Jenna tried to deepen the kiss but he refused to let her, keeping everything soft and gentle. He kissed her like he cherished her, like he wanted to protect her from the world, as if she were the most delicate, fragile, and exquisite thing in the world. Her breath hitched and her knees weakened.
“Jenna! I’m home,” Elena called out.
Damon pulled out of the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers. “Later?”
She couldn’t speak just yet so she nodded and stepped out of Damon’s personal space. She turned to smile at Elena as she walked into the kitchen and promised herself she and Damon would pick this up again. One day when the kids weren’t around.
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: 1.13 Children of the Damned
Notes: thank you
moosesal for the betaPrevious parts here
Jenna gratefully handed the chef’s knife to Damon. She poured herself a glass of wine and admired his skill with the knife. As well as his ass, his shoulders, and that model-gorgeous face. The Salvatores were absolutely gorgeous, you’d have to be blind not to see it and Jenna was anything but blind. She sipped the wine occasionally and feigned shock and outrage at Damon’s more outlandish stories while he diced, minced, and chopped the garlic and other assorted items in a fraction of the time that she could have done it in. “You know when I do that, it takes an hour and everything looks mangled.” Jenna nodded toward the cutting board. “You wield that knife like a professional chef.”
Damon topped off Jenna’s wine glass and smiled. “Just something I picked up over the years.”
Jenna snorted into her wine glass. “You say that like you’re ancient.” She studied Damon’s face more closely. Piercing eyes, check. Faint, faint lines around the mouth, check. No obvious gray in the hair or other lines around the face. Cheekbones she’d kill to have? Check. “You can’t be over 23, we’re probably around the same age.”
“Something like that.” He smirked at her and Jenna laughed out loud when he somehow managed to make his eyes twinkle at her. “A gentleman never tells and a lady never asks.”
“I thought it was the other way around?” Jenna leaned one hip against the counter and turned so she was facing Damon. “Ladies never tell, gentlemen never ask.”
“That was before the women’s liberation movement. Now that we’re freed from and unhindered by gender bias we can all--” Damon waved the knife in the air in an all-encompassing motion. “Be free to ask and tell or whatever.” He raked the contents of the cutting board into the saute pan already hot on the stove. “Unless you’re military, of course, but we’re not here for political conversation.”
Damon quieted as he stirred. Jenna found herself mesmerized by his hands and moved a little closer to him. He looked up at her and smiled then reached for his wine glass. “Thank you for inviting me to family night. Where are our charges?”
“Elena had something to do after school.” Jenna shrugged and sipped her wine. “Actually I’m glad they’re not here, it gives us a chance to get to know one another. And I’ve got to tell you -- I don’t approve that Elena spent the night at your house the other day.”
Damon sighed and sipped from his own glass. “I know what you mean, but what can you do? I figure it’s safer if I know where they are.” He topped off Jenna’s glass again. “Not to mention, Stefan clearly remembers when I was sneaking in girls beneath our father’s nose. He loves throwing the hypocrite card at me, so I try not to give him the opportunity.”
“It’s different for girls than it is boys.” Jenna raised an accusatory eyebrow at Damon. “I know from firsthand experience. I don’t want Elena to go through the same things I went through.”
“You’re right, and it’s not fair. Tell you what, let’s make a deal--” Damon held up his wine glass. “I faithfully promise you that I will safeguard Elena’s reputation as if it were my own.” He clinked his glass against Jenna’s and drank.
Jenna smiled a little and sipped from her glass. “At least I know Elena is responsible enough to be safe.”
“That’s why we make mistakes so they can learn from them.”
He smelled good. Damn good, and when he turned those ice blue eyes on her and held her gaze Jenna shivered a little and moved a bit closer. He was like gravity -- inexorably drawing her closer and closer to his orbit. “You’re right, of course. I just wish it didn’t give them so much ammunition for later on.”
Damon poured the contents of the saute pan into the pot of simmering tomato sauce and tasted it. “I think it needs a touch of garlic, what do you think?” He held the spoon out for Jenna, “Careful, it’s hot.”
Jenna blew on the spoon before tasting. “Mmm. Damon, I think it’s perfect.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes; he was so close she could smell his cologne. Woodsy, earthy, with a touch of spice, she licked her lips and forced herself not to lean against him and smell the hollow of his throat.
“We’ll let it simmer a while longer and taste it again.” Damon put the lid on the sauce and closed the rest of the distance between them. “Any ideas on what we can do until then?” He toyed with the belt loops on her jeans and Jenna quit resisting the urge to touch him.
She glided her fingers down the silk of his shirt sleeve and tilted her face up. Jeremy shouted from the other room and the noise from his game increased. Elena wasn’t home yet. She was an adult in her own home spending time with a gorgeous man. She could kiss him if she wanted to, and she wanted to. She did. She really did. She wanted to kiss Damon as much as she’d wanted to kiss Alaric the other night. Just because she had a date with Alaric on Friday didn’t mean she couldn’t kiss someone else. A date was a date, not a relationship. “I may have an idea or two.”
Jenna stood on her tip toes and leaned toward Damon. She could feel his breath ghosting against her lips, she met his gaze and smiled at the teasing expression on his face. “Tease,” she accused as she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and pressed herself against his body. He felt amazing against her -- sleek and firm, just the right height with the bad boy vibe that made her crazy.
“Uh-huh.” His hands slipped from her belt loops to her ass, cupping it and pulling her against him so tightly she could feel his erection. “You love it.” He trailed his mouth from hers to the shell of her ear. “Don’t you?”
Jenna tilted her head to the side to give Damon better access to her neck. “Mmm-hmm.” He kissed the pulse point on her throat and she felt butterflies dance in her stomach. He pressed her against the stove; the oven handle dug into her ass, but she didn’t care because he was finally, finally kissing her.
Jenna’s eyes closed and her lips parted slightly. He kissed her gently at first, rubbing their lips together, before nipping first the bottom then her top lip. Jenna tried to deepen the kiss but he refused to let her, keeping everything soft and gentle. He kissed her like he cherished her, like he wanted to protect her from the world, as if she were the most delicate, fragile, and exquisite thing in the world. Her breath hitched and her knees weakened.
“Jenna! I’m home,” Elena called out.
Damon pulled out of the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers. “Later?”
She couldn’t speak just yet so she nodded and stepped out of Damon’s personal space. She turned to smile at Elena as she walked into the kitchen and promised herself she and Damon would pick this up again. One day when the kids weren’t around.
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