“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“No biting you shi—” She cut off with a whimper, arching, and hissed, “Don’t you tear those. I swear to all the gods of history.” Nevertheless, her body mutely begged for him to continue, and she reached greedily for his cock.
Damon smirked before grabbing her hand, stopping her. “Before this goes any further, I need to know your intentions. I mean, I know I started this whole thing, but I want to know what you want out of this.”
“I want to make you fall hopelessly and madly in love with me,” she said promptly, eyes glittering. She twisted her wrist, trying to break free. “Seriously, you’re going to stop now and ask this kind of question?”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
Summer shuddered under his mouth, and growled again. “If you bite me it will be the last thing you do — fuck, Damon.” She shifted, rubbing against him, and twisted one arm behind her awkwardly to fumble at the bra clasp.
Damon used one arm to pull her up and hold her against his chest while he ripped her bra off, tossing it with her other clothes and pushing her back down. He smirked into her neck, nipping teasingly before sliding his hands down and tugging at the waistband of her underwear.
“No biting you shi—” She cut off with a whimper, arching, and hissed, “Don’t you tear those. I swear to all the gods of history.” Nevertheless, her body mutely begged for him to continue, and she reached greedily for his cock.
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“Next time,” she growled, outraged afresh. “What makes you — oooh — think there will be a ‘next time’, you egotistic sod?” Putting a hand in between her throat and his mouth, she pushed slightly. “Should’ve eaten werewolf instead of letting them eat you.” Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and shoved down, wriggling her hips out of the tight fabric.
“Haha,” he muttered, tossing her jeans across the room and climbing back over her. “Keep up that attitude and I’ll take a bite out of you,” he warned, kissing her neck again and shifting so he was between her legs. He ran his hands up her sides and over her breasts, up to her neck. He pressed their lips together again roughly and rocked his hips against hers.
“I’m poisonous,” Summer responded, reaching out for him and sliding her hands up over his back and into his hair. She scraped her fingernails through the dark waves, meeting his roughness with equal ferocity, and bit at his mouth again. A choked moan escaped her throat while she wrapped her legs around his thighs.
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
It was literally a blink — he was stretched out on the bed, and then she was pressed up against his half-naked body and his mouth was on hers. She bit his lip and clawed her fingernails into his shirt and something in the back of her mind, fueled by anger, declared that if he was going to be that way then she would show him who was in charge here. So she burned his shirt off.
Damon felt the rush of heat coupled with the burns. They healed quickly and he pulled away, grimacing. “That was my favorite shirt,” he murmured before kissing her again, hands sliding up her back before ripping her shirt off her body and tossing it on the ground behind them.
His kiss necessarily smothered her reply. She bit his lip again, not as hard, and tore her mouth away long enough to gasp, “buy a new one,” before attacking his throat. Unlikely as it was to work, she tried to shove him back toward the bed as well.
Damon felt her push against him and let her, falling back and pulling her down on top of him. He flipped them over at top speed, not really considering her comfort in that. He kissed down to her neck, keeping his lips there, eyes darkening a bit. He pulled back and looked down at her. “Next time we wait until after I’ve had blood,” he murmured, reaching for the button on her jeans.
“Next time,” she growled, outraged afresh. “What makes you — oooh — think there will be a ‘next time’, you egotistic sod?” Putting a hand in between her throat and his mouth, she pushed slightly. “Should’ve eaten werewolf instead of letting them eat you.” Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and shoved down, wriggling her hips out of the tight fabric.
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
It was literally a blink — he was stretched out on the bed, and then she was pressed up against his half-naked body and his mouth was on hers. She bit his lip and clawed her fingernails into his shirt and something in the back of her mind, fueled by anger, declared that if he was going to be that way then she would show him who was in charge here. So she burned his shirt off.
Damon felt the rush of heat coupled with the burns. They healed quickly and he pulled away, grimacing. “That was my favorite shirt,” he murmured before kissing her again, hands sliding up her back before ripping her shirt off her body and tossing it on the ground behind them.
His kiss necessarily smothered her reply. She bit his lip again, not as hard, and tore her mouth away long enough to gasp, “buy a new one,” before attacking his throat. Unlikely as it was to work, she tried to shove him back toward the bed as well.
Pausing, she blinked up at him. “I /know/ you aren’t a virgin too. Are you.” She stroked slowly along his length, just getting a sense of him, and kissed the mark on his hip. “Nobody’s ever given you a handjob?”
Isaac arched his hips up into her hand, gripping the sheets beneath him. “No…” he said slowly. “Never.” Isaac looked down at her, reaching out and petting her hair. “Why are you…?”
“Turnabout is fair play, isn’t it?” She didn’t look up at him anymore, sliding her hand back to pull his shorts down far enough to expose his cock. Careful fingers stroked up the shaft, watching the way he twitched and arched under her hand.
“After thinking I’m ugly, or at best plain, for nearly twenty years, I hardly think I’m going to change my mind overnight,” Summer muttered. She lifted her head to meet his eyes, a half-smile turning up one corner of her mouth. Her fingers twitched a little. “What do you think I’m doing?”
Isaac swallowed, honestly not sure what she was doing at all. He had never had someone do this… Anna had never done anything like that for him. “I don’t know,” he admitted, eyes glued to her hand on his cock.
Pausing, she blinked up at him. “I /know/ you aren’t a virgin too. Are you.” She stroked slowly along his length, just getting a sense of him, and kissed the mark on his hip. “Nobody’s ever given you a handjob?”
“You’re biased,” she said against his skin, finding a hipbone and peeling the waistband of his shorts down from it. Her tone was light, teasing, though she wasn’t looking at him. “You are young, and someone is paying attention to your body, of course you think they are beautiful.” Summer curled herself half over his leg, pinning it down, and resting one hand very lightly over his cock. Her mouth never left his hip, sucking a mark into the skin there.
Isaac rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through her hair, shaking his head. “You’re gorgeous. Accept it,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again. Isaac frowned, hips bucking a bit in response to her hand. “What… What are you doing?” he asked in confusion, propping himself up a little and sucking in a shaking breath.
“After thinking I’m ugly, or at best plain, for nearly twenty years, I hardly think I’m going to change my mind overnight,” Summer muttered. She lifted her head to meet his eyes, a half-smile turning up one corner of her mouth. Her fingers twitched a little. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“Back to this,” she chuckled, squeaking slightly when he pulled her down. Slowly she pushed herself up, hair tumbling over her shoulders, and dismounted his body, sliding herself alongside him instead. Slim fingers slid down his side, counting each rib individually, before she bent to kiss the contact points. She used the lightest touch, smiling to see the fine hairs stand up on his skin.
Isaac grinned, reaching over and playing with her hair, closing his eyes and shuddering pleasantly. He turned to look at her, smiling gently. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again and humming in pleasure.
“You’re biased,” she said against his skin, finding a hipbone and peeling the waistband of his shorts down from it. Her tone was light, teasing, though she wasn’t looking at him. “You are young, and someone is paying attention to your body, of course you think they are beautiful.” Summer curled herself half over his leg, pinning it down, and resting one hand very lightly over his cock. Her mouth never left his hip, sucking a mark into the skin there.
