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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 0:21:10 GMT -5
Damon turned to Stephen, both worry and confusion crossing his face. "Okay....I guess we could take a walk to give you some time alone...or bring you back to your old apartment..." he said, glancing at Colby to see which one she preferred.
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 0:22:44 GMT -5
"Is there a small room I could just sit in at the penthouse?" she asked. She didn't exactly want them to leave either, even for a short period of time. Stephen looked at him with a matching expression.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 0:31:35 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah." Damon said, starting up his car and driving the twenty minutes to his penthouse in silence. Once they arrived, he gave the girls a short tour of the place, assigning them both bedrooms and telling them they could go into the kitchen and get whatever they wanted to eat whenever before dissapearing into his room himself. He didn't want to greive in front of them, as if the fact that he hadn't been able to save Hayven wasn't enough.
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 0:36:43 GMT -5
Colby laid down on the bed and curled on her side, the waterworks coming all over again. She pulled a pillow to her face to stifle the sobs and cries of pain. She eventually- after hours of this- tired herself out. Stephen had stood outside and peaked in every so often. Once it looked like Colby was out, she moved the pillow and made the to-be mother more comfortable, and then went to check on Damon. She knocked on his bedroom door.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 10:04:39 GMT -5
Damon slowly pushed himself off of the bed, walking towards the door. He knew only one person would have come to see him, after what happened between him and Colby. Opening the door, he looked down at Stephen, an idea popping into his head that she would either take comfort in or despise him for. The way he saw it, they both needed something to numb them our right now, and it wasn't as if they had many other options. "Stephen.....how about that rain check?"
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 12:42:48 GMT -5
Stephen looked up at him, surprised. "Are you feeling up to it? You got shot, I mean..." She whispered, touching his face gently, her fingers tracing his lips. "Are you in any pain- physical or emotional, I mean..." She would be happy to have the rain check now, but she was concerned about how that would affect him.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 12:54:22 GMT -5
He stifled a laugh at her question as to if he was in any emotional pain. As far as physical pain went, he was too fucked up emotionally at the moment to even know if his body was hurting or not. "Maybe right now, but if I have my way, I wont be much longer...." he said as his eyes ran down her body, a mixture of pain and lust filling his features.
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 13:37:32 GMT -5
Stephen let out a soft laugh and moved closer to him. "You'll have your way," she assured him and kissed his jaw, inhaling his scent. She wanted to have that rain check now too- bad.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 16:35:52 GMT -5
"Good....because you know how I get when I don't get my way..." he said, the first joke he'd made since the incident. Pulling her closer to him, he was oddly gentle as he lowered his lips down to hers. He'd expected to be more aggressive, even violent, seeing as that was how he was most of the time he had sex even when he hadn't lost someone close to him. He rested his hands on her waist, kissing her softly but still with passion at the same time.
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 16:39:16 GMT -5
She let out a soft noise against his lips, surprise written in her posture but enjoyment quickly filling it. Stephen wrapped herself around him, holding him close as they kissed. She had been expecting aggression like he had, but perhaps the death of...she couldn't think the name because it made her sad and made her sad for Colby and Damon, but his death had cause a sympathetic passionate non-rough urge in Damon.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 16:50:10 GMT -5
Damon pulled her into the room, closing the door behind her. He didn't want them to be interrupted by a visit from one of his maids or butlers- that would totally ruin the mood. Moving one of his hands up the side of her body, he decided to take things slow, resting his hand on the back of her neck as he slowly deepened the kiss. He moved his other hand to the small of her back, wanting her closer to him- needing her closer to him. He needed to feel her body warmth, needed to know what it felt like for her bare skin to brush up against his, what it felt like for her breath to come down on his skin in hot gasps.
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 16:52:43 GMT -5
Stephen kissed him back with hot passion and feelings she wasn't sure she understood yet. Her hands moved delicately over his smooth skin, tracing every part of his face and slowly moving further down. She was happy to go slow- too quick would make her feel a bit...off. She broke the kiss for a second to mumble a question- "Condoms?" She wanted to know ahead of time whether he had them or not.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 17:20:50 GMT -5
"Ahh, shit. Maybe Hay-" Damon stopped himself, cursing silently. Hayven was always the first one he went to whenever he needed condoms- before he'd met Colby, Hayven had basically been doing it about every night, so naturally he always had them on hand. "Hang on.." Damon said, reaching into his pocket and filing through his wallet. There were two packaged condoms left in there- thank god. "Yeah..."Damon said, throwing them onto the bed for later use as he pulled Stephen over to him, kissing her again with more urgency than he had before. He was still gentle with her, but the pain of remembering his brother had made him need her more.
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 17:28:21 GMT -5
Stephen felt pain stab at her heart, and was so glad that Colby was out of it and hadn't heard him. She nodded gratefully, and started to kiss him back with equal urgency. Her hands were at the bottom of his shirt, tracing the hem as if she was preparing herself for what was underneath.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 17:43:30 GMT -5
Damon was doing the same, moving his hands to the bottom of her shirt and slidding his hands underneath. She was so small in his arms, so delicate and fragile. He slowly lifted the shirt up, inching it while kissing her until it was at her neck. Finally he lifted it over her head, pausing as he tossed it onto the floor before pulling her towards him again. She was more beautiful than he had imagined, her body an elegant arrangement of curves. "Your beatuiful..." he whispered into her ear before sucking on her earlobe, his hands moving up her back and fiddling with her bra straps.
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