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Post by dahlia on Aug 6, 2011 16:22:10 GMT
Dahlia just listened to his words and sighed softly, “Like I said, your blood smells slightly tainted, but to ease your worries, I promise not to bite you.” There was something partially annoying about how Damon reacted as if this was not something she had noticed before. Then again, he seemed a bit uncertain as if to venture forward for a moment because of the fact that she was a vampire. She had to admit that she was thinking about it at first until she smelled his blood, but this was the nature of a vampire. There was always a slight desire to hunt that lingered in her, or in every vampire perhaps. That was part of the disease that nested itself through every fiber of your being. Learning to control that was the hard part, but most of the time she did not have to control it simply because she kept herself quenched for a while.
Dahlia laughed as he kissed her, just returning the kiss hungrily as she felt tingles run over her skin from his touch. She just allowed the dress to fall, fully exposing her bust as she just removed the other undergarment that was left which seemed to happen in perfect timing simply because he slammed her down on the bed. After everything faded away, there they were laying there completely exhausted. They had been going for a while and now that it had ended, she just wanted to close her eyes as she laid on her side while next to him, the sheets covering her as the moonlight touched her skin through the curtains. Her eyes flickered shut after a minute or two and she drifted into sleep.
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Dahlia’s eyes opened as she just heard the thudding of a heart beating irregularly from sleep right next to her. She glanced over at the clock, it being about nine thirty and she just carefully and quietly rose out of bed, still exposed and found a silk bathrobe to put on. She slipped downstairs and just sighed, turning on some lights as she just leaned against the counter in the kitchen. Damon had been one of the best one night stands she had found in a while, but she knew it had just been for last night. Surely, if she returned without William at her side, she would venture to see him once more. She just took out a cigarette from the pack on the microwave and lit it, pulling herself up onto the counter and crossing her legs as the bathrobe hung now around them.
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Post by damon on Aug 6, 2011 20:54:24 GMT
 NOW YOU GOT ME KINDA THINKIN[/color][/font] like maybe i would[/center] As long as she promised not to bite Damon, he didn't care what other things she did. She almost seemed insulted at the fact, but with Damon's policy, it was always better safe than sorry. On a lot of things. The safe and sorry thing really didn't carry though with the rest of the activities he tended to do though. It was only with other people. When it came to himself, biting had to be the only thing that he really did. If it truely was a better safe than sorry situation, then he wouldn't be doing half of the thing he did on a weekly or daily basis. Nor would be addicted to most of the things he was addicted to. Hell, he probably wouldn't have even tried that much to begin with if that policy stopped all throughout. Still, he wouldn't be the guy he was, and since Damon truely thought he was perfect, he regretted nothing. The only thing perhaps would have been Giselle.
They sure went right down to buisness, but that was exactally how Damon liked it. He really only did foreplay to get the girl going, but this was going to be his fun time, he decided. Attacking her just seemed like a good plan at the time, and everything that was weary about her being a bloodsucker just vanished right from his mind. Though he was uncomfortable at first, in all reality he would sleep with anything. If you asked him about it, he would say that he didn't want to be bias against everyone and spread the Damon love to everyone no matter what they may have looked like, but in all reality, he was just the biggest man slut in the day.
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His body was sprawled all across the bed like it normally was, sleeping soundly and without any disturbance. It was only until his eyes flutter open was he confused at his current loation. It always took Damon a couple of seconds to try to find out where he had been the previous night. Since this happened quite often, he was trying to recall the girl, the night that would be the furthest. Oh right, night club, met her, came back in a flash. Blonde, sexy, good, rocked it, and vampire. That was right. He lifted his eyes and blinked with sleepy eyes at the time. It was eleven and she was already up and out. Crazy woman. Damon usualy didn't get up until about noon. Silently wondering how long the girl had been up, he started searching for his random articles of clothing that seemed to be scattered everywhere. Looking for scattered clothes still half asleep was rather difficult, but he found he could do it.
He stumbled back down stairs, rubbing his eyes and trying to find his way around the giant house. Again with the mansions. Shaking his head, he blinked and saw that she was in a silk robe, doing one of the things he loved to do most. A good smoke sounded so perfect at that moment, but he was also very determined to make his quick get away. He would like to do it without any furhter delays. "Hey, I gotta get going, but could I get your number?" He asked in his morning voice, which was even deeper than his regular one. He wanted the number to make sure that if she wsa calling constantly, he would know what number. Plus, if he was ever having a dry streak, he had to check through his book to see exactally who was avaliable.
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