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Post by witch on Apr 22, 2010 15:36:37 GMT 10
Damon came down here mostly when he just wanted to think and be alone. Not that he had a lot of people to bother him. On the nights that he threw parties his servants were usually out of the house until three in the mornign then they just dispersed to their quarters close to the other side of the 100 acre estate. The only servantst hat stayed were the head housekeeper, Helga, his personal valet and bodyguard, Andrew and the head cook and Helga's daughter Mimi along with her husband who was the main landscaper and went out every morning to prune the treets and make sure now weed wwere creeping into the flowers. No matter how many people were in the house every knew that they were not disturb him when he was in his art gallery, apparently that was somethign that Helga had failed ot mention to Staysha...
At times Damon found himself annoyed with her naive outlook on the world and her almost innocent persona. She was so much like a child and Damon wasn't every good with kids... he never had been and never would be he was sure. That was why when women came to him claiming that theyw ere pregnant and he was the father he only laughed and asked that she go do a paternity test,if the baby was his then they would talk. Damon wasn't the type to step up and marry a woman who was dumb enough to get pregnant when sleeping wiht him. He knew fo ra fact that most women he sletp with were either on the pill or had gotten srugery so they coudln't have kids.. that was how he preferred.. then there was less consequences, if any from what they did within the rooms of his home... the thought of a baby still left a bitter taste in his mouth though.
It was then that Staysha reentered, speak of the devil, and in her hand she carried an ice cold glass of water. It looked heavenly even from here. He realized how dry his mouth was and how hot he felt, his skin slick with sweat and his hair almost stuck to his head from heat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to it was just...” she responed after he told her that she shoudlnt' scream.. it was mor eof a survivial technique that he wouldnt' fool anyone if he he said he wasn't mocking and teasing her just a little bit. “Ice tea might help and lest with the heat and a massage would help with the kinks in your... I could ask one of your...” She suggested nd he coudl tell she trying to change the subject... which was okay with him.. he wasn't participating much in the conversation anyway. “You, you seem kind of hot and ice tea...” she said again and her voice faltered.. he smiled.
He was well aware that she ws trying to keep from looking at him. He knew that he looked good... he'd always been aware of hsi masculinity and the way it effected women... Staysha was no exception. Girls had made bigger fools of themselves then she was right now even though she looked about as red as the strawberries that would be part of breakfast tomorrow. “I...I..I should just go y...you where down here for a reason and no doubt you don’t want me hanging around.” DAmon was going to make no move to stop her. In fact if she wanted to leave he would almsot welcome the solitude but before she made it to the door she stopped. she had caught sight of the statue that he'd been working on when she barged in an dhe could tell that she was fascinted by it... it wasnt' hard to see a fellow artist when they saw a piece worth of admiration and that stuate, in his humble opinion, was one of the best works he'd ever created with his own two hands...
She gazed at it for al ong time and isntead of gazing at the satute with her he gazed at her instead. She wore one of the msot reveling nightgowns in her cloest. He wondered if she did that to tempt, anything they did was illegal if peple found otu but n one would.. that if if he went there no one woudl know about it. He became aware of her youthful beauty.. though not as curvy as many of the models he'd had before her she was beautiful in her own way, with a femaine grace that was only enhanced by the caution she moved with... as if every move was deliberate and done with prupose. “Roman emperor, I take it you used the Italian painting for inspiration I think I remember something about him meaning to represent Jupiter but I’m probably wrong.” Damon smiled, it was refreshing to talk to someone who knew art... and loooking at Staysah he coudln't help but observe that she looked somewhat like a goddess herselft... perhaps the greek god of love Aphrodite.. or Athena... maybe even Artemeis goddess of the moon and night.
She turned back to him and he desperately wished that she wouldn't have. The way she flipped her hair offer her shoudler to reveal the bare skin of her nekc... of the flawless curve of her jaw... Damon appreciated beauty.. but his specialty was a beutiful woman.. and he saw her in a new light now...a t this moment.. when she stood before him, vulnerable and completely trusting. “Damon, I really am sorry I’ll try and make it up to you for interrupting" she said and Damon gzed at her for a long moment. He wasnt's ure what posessed himt o do it but he grabbed a fur blanket off the bench and walked over to her. Wrapping ot around her small body he pulled her closer to him. "You're going to be cold when you walk back to your room.. its twenty degrees warmer in here then the rest of the house..." he said and took a step towards her so that where he held the blanket closed around her was pressed right against his bare chest.. he could feel her hot breath on his face.. cool int he temperatures of the room. He leaned forward as if to kiss her and whispered softly. "Good night and I think you will know when your debt is paid..." he whispered and then stepping around her headed for the door.. knowing that someone woudl be by to turn out the lights once they knew boht of them had left the room.
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Post by witch on Apr 22, 2010 15:37:10 GMT 10
She had been scared, a feeling that seemed to be a living, breathing part of her now and though Damon had said nothing of her barging in she had to remember he had said very little to her at all. At the time of their meeting he had only told her to trust him and eat and at the party he had only come to her when the women he HAD WANTED had left him for the dance floor with another man and now... now he seemed to be teasing her.
When she had re entered the room with water for the both of them he had told her not to scream that she would be dead by now if he had planned to kill her and though that maybe true, she couldn’t help but wonder if he realized the fear she lived with.
Trying to explain herself she found it harder, Damon’s bear chest making the heat in the room rise and her tongue seem too stick to the roof of her mouth cutting off her words and her thoughts, not that they were far from her mind. He didn’t even seem to so much as look at her when she had handed him the glass and after forcing out the thoughts of leaving she got the vide that he was glad.
But somehow fate seemed to know better it making her stop and look out the corner of her eye seeing the figure that Damon had been working on, one that seemed to spark a light in Evea’s mind. As she went in for a closer look, her long fingers dancing about the air before the art, not wanting to touch it in fear of harming the work she did not feel the eyes that travelled over her otherwise she would have grown even more red and embarrassed then she already was refusing to so much as touch her hair let alone toss it back revealing more of herself. It came somewhat as a shock when her eyes travelled upward and saw him smile gracing his lips as he looked down at her making her blink in disbelief. One reason because she didn’t remember him ever smiling at her and two for the reason that no man had ever truly smiled at her.
Trying to collect herself and put things right between them again she told him once more just how sorry she was and that she’d try and make it up to him. For a long moment he simply seemed to look at her making her more nervous now than ever in her mind thinking maybe she should just pivot and leave the room but before she could he moved from her making her head drop a little a slight sadness entering her heart and then a warmth and a closeness she had never thought to find with him.
In his arms he held a blanket around her, his gaze looking down at her and she looked up into his eyes seeing something new in them that she had never seen before.
"You're going to be cold when you walk back to your room.. It’s twenty degrees warmer in here than the rest of the house..."
And yet suddenly she couldn’t have felt warmer. His bare chest seemed only an itch away from hers, though he was a good head taller than she herself making her feel almost every rise and fall of his chest while hers stopped all together as he lend forward, she only being able to watch as if frozen in time.
"Good night and I think you will know when your debt is paid..."
The whispered way he had said it left Evea wondering just what he meant even as he ushered her through the door and followed.
“Thank you” she whispered back on a light breath of air having forced herself just to say that. “I hope you sleep well and have nothing but sweet dreams.”
At least that way one of us will She couldn’t help but add quietly in her mind as she pulled the blanket a little closer around her but unable to feel the same warmth she had got from it only moments ago.
It was only after taking a few short steeps that she remembered something and turning back around she called out his name before noting that he stopped.
“I also want to thank you once again for everything that you’ve done for me and maybe someday I could send you one of my paintings as payment for your kindness, no one has ever made me feel as welcome as you have.”
With his eyes cast down on her and before she even knew it, she had kissed his cheek and pulled back.
“Maybe I’ll see you in the morning before I leave and you could tell me what you’d like.”
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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 12:57:10 GMT 10
NOTE: AND THIS ENDED THERE FIRST MEETING. CARRIED ON FROM THERE WITH...
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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 12:57:47 GMT 10
It had taken up until five minutes ago for him to realize that he didn't want Staysha to leave. Or Evea as he now knew she called herself. He had gotten her fake documentation, passports, a driver's liscense even though she'd never had to take a test. He'd gotten her high school transcripts with relatively good grades that had cost him quiet a fee, they too had her name on them. He'd told her she was going to Dallas, then to Miami, then up to New York. She would stay there for a day and then a private jet would fly her to Paris. The crew was trained not to ask questions so she would be safe. He hadn't been sure why he'd done all this for her. He'd told himself it was because he wanted her room back so that other 'friends' could stay with him at odd intervals. He had stood in the midst of his garden, all the flowers were in bloom since April was drawing to an end and May was swiftly approaching. The aromas were almost all consuming but the one that stood out the most was the poignant smell of the morning glory, it was a flower that bloomed as the sun came up... it was the flower Staysha had loved and that he had tucked behind her ear as a small token of the affection that had been growing between them.
Damon would never admit it to anyone, not even himself that he had fallen in love with the young girl. He wasn't sure when it had happened per se. It just seemed as if one day he was distancing himself from her and then one morning he woke up and realized that he wanted her to know. He'd gotten up and walked through the halls looking for her. He found her out on a balcony outside one of the extra bedrooms. She had set up her canvas and was painting a picture of the sun rise.... it was almost an exact likeness and Damon stood there for a long moment. By the time she turned and noticed him his desire to tell her had vanished... in its place was a knowledge that he couldn't tell her because she had to leave... for her own safety and his she couldn't stay and him telling her that he loved her would be a cruel way to send her off. He wasn't sure of her feelings towards him either. He'd always been the thrill seeker, the one to take chances but he never took chances on women unless he was completely sure of the outcome... some might call him reckless when it came to life in general but he knew exactly what was going to happen, when and how, he also planned for the unexpcected... like the cops showing up.
He wished now that he would have listened to his physical education coach and done track... then maybe he would know how to run. He pushed himself harder through the station... apologizing to people as he almost crashed into them. He almost barreled right into a woman pushing a trolley full of suitcases and three kids around her. He apologized and after making sure they're bags weren't going to fall off the cart he kept going. He wasn't sure what he was going to say when he got there. He hadn't given it much thought. He spotted her train and pumped his legs until his muscles were screaming with the aching tension and cramping sensation of exertion. He spotted her sitting by the window, looking down. probably reading one of the books she'd gotten on their last trip into the city. They'd taken a couple while she was there.. one to get her a dress for a party he'd been invited to so she could be his 'date'. Another time to get things that she liked to eat so the cook could make her favorite dishes... and finally to get things specifically for her departure. Damon paused below her window then he took little pebbles out of his pocket that he'd picked up on the way in and threw them at the window until she got her attention.
He let out a breath as he watched her lower her window with some effort. He moved forward and standing on a lip on the edge of the train he motioned for her to lean out. In all the days that she'd been at his home he'd never once done anything to indicate that there was any romantic desire for her but as she leaned her head out the window all he could do was press his mouth firmly to hers. He had to hold the sill of the window to keep from falling as he felt her slowly and hesitatingly respond to the kiss. "What if I told you I didn't want you to go..." he whispered as he pulled away from her and gazed into her youthful features that he'd come to adore. "What if I told you that I want you to stay with me... for as long as its safe then we'll leave together... I don't know where... somewhere that no one will ever find us and you can live a normal life... somewhere that you're family can come and live too..." he was rambling now, Damon never rambled except when he didn't know what to do. He leaned forward and kissed her again. "What if I told you that I loved you Staysha... then what would you say?" he asked, there he'd said it.. .no the rest was up to her.
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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 12:58:13 GMT 10
It wasn't fair but she had learnt long ago that life was anything but.
For months now Evea had stayed with Damon the relationship between them seeming to be a puzzle never solved for one moment he seemed to want to be near her, pulling her close and whispering into his ear like he had once long ago the night she had first run into his private domain and other times... other time he couldn't get away from her fast enough, holding her out at arms length so to speak, never meeting her eyes and only glancing her way when no other women seemed to spark his desire. The unfair part about all of this was she had no idea how she felt about him.
Sometimes she longed for those times when he held her close, never wanting him to let her go, those times when his fingers seemed to find a way to touch her skin and those eyes, she always found herself longing to read the message within them. Yet other times she was mad and him, angry at him and not wanting to so much as be in the same house as him. He still teased her from time to time, still didn't seem to quite grasp the fear she held in her heart and so now that she was leaving she come to the thought of just leaving it be, for soon she'd never see him again.
On her last morning at the house she had wanted to remember it somehow aside from the flower she had taken from her hair and pressed in a book that one time. She had set up her paints and started to paint the sun rise thinking of those days they had gone into town together simply walking and taking under the setting sun she didn't even notice him enter the room as she was lost to deep in thought.
It was only by her years of being hunted down that she felt eyes upon her back and slowly turned seeing him simply smiling as he said nothing making her wonder if this was going to be one of those times they simply didn't talk. Though he seemed to want to say something he said nothing and with the sun quickly rising she only nodded and turned back to her work though in secret a tear did roll down her cheek.
That evening she had been called upon by one of Damon's many servants and saying goodbye had been the hard part, the shock coming when she didn't even see Damon there and so she had climbed into the car letting it speed her off into the night.
Now she was on the train that would take her to the next part of her life her bag sitting by her side a book still seeming to stick out a little which not wanting to lose Evea took out and opened. Leafing through the pages her eyes fell on the flower a small sigh escaping her lips trying to hold back the tears she felt blocking them out along with a tapping she heard.
Tough the sigh seemed to help with the tears the tapping just didn't seem to go away and looking up she was shocked at what she saw tiny pebbles being thrown at it.
Standing up her eyes opened wide her mouth falling open as she did a double take pushing down the train window and leaning out not sure if she was dreaming or if what was before her was real.
Before she so much as had a chance to speak his mouth claimed hers a frozen moment in time as her heart raced and stopped all at the same time for this was her first ever kiss.
"What if I told you I didn't want you to go..." she thought she heard hm whisper as he pulled away slightly still leaving her in a daze forcefully pulling in breath. "What if I told you that I want you to stay with me... for as long as its safe then we'll leave together... I don't know where... somewhere that no one will ever find us and you can live a normal life... somewhere that you're family can come and live too..."
Trying to form words had never been so hard and as he looked at her drawing her in for yet another kiss she found she was robed of a voice.
"What if I told you that I loved you Staysha... then what would you say?"
For what no doubt seemed like a life time to both of them Evea said nothing behind her back pinching herself to see if this was real slightly jumping at the pain she felt.
"I...I...I'd say you're crazy." she spoke at last watching as his face seemed to fall. "You're telling me this now when I thought..."
Her words where lost and tears started to roll as she replayed his words over and over in her head.
"As for what I'd do I'd say I don't want to leave you but... I don't know how to love you, I've forgotten what love is, I... I never thought I'd find it and you're saying... get me off this train."
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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 12:58:28 GMT 10
Damon didn't know what to do. He'd never felt this way about anyone. Well he'd never allowed himself to feel this way. He'd spent his time using women for his own personal pleasure and when he got to attached he cut all ties, changed his number, quit sending them invitations and somehow managed to land them jobs in other cities depending on their profession. Evea, as she now wanted to be called, had been at his home for a long time... longer then any woman ever had before. Before her the longest had been two weeks and she had been utterly stunning. She'd come to the U.S from Cuba and she had that exotic look about her, the dark hair and eyes with the dark skin which was flawless. He'd seen her in a backless orange gown at one of his parties and within an hour they'd left the guests to their own devices so he could show her around his estate... especially his bedroom. Damon would not go as far to say that he was promiscuous... he had feelings for every woman he ever did anything with... even the ones he simply took out to lunch to 'test the waters' as the saying goes. Damon hadn't thought any woman would ever snag his eye.. until now.. until this girl who he was supposed to kill came into the picture....
Damon had thought that he would miss it when he'd jumped into the red convertible and gone speeding down the highway. He had a police radar and slowed dramatically whenever he got the signal that cops were nearby. When he pulled up to the station he didn't even bother to park he just left it and told the boy who told him he couldn't park there to tow it then. He picked up a handful of tiny pebbles and dropped them into his pocket knowing exactly how he was going to use him. The steam wasn't coming out of the train yet and that gave Damon some hope... he just hoped she had parked on the side closest to him or it would be quiet an obstacle clambering over to the other side. He would do it if need be though.. he would stop this train from leaving at all costs. When he found her a strange sensation overtook him and he was filled with immense joy. He wanted to call her name but figured that it would be best to surprise her. He started to throw pebbles at the window and at first she didn't look up.. .when she did he smiled as she pulled the window down... it was large enough for her whole body to fit through if she wanted and he kissed her.. it was all he could do... and it was the best decision he'd eve made regarding her.
He basically asked her to stay with him... there would be no marriage because Damon didn't believe in that kind of thing... if you're going to be with someone you shouldn't need to have a contract... living together without a marriage contract to bind them showed that you loved that person more then if you had to be with them because you felt obligated by the law.. besides the day Damon went in for anything like that would be the day he was arrested for all kinds of crimes... even some he didn't commit.. he didn't want to deal with that so Evea and himself would have to live under the pretenses of a couple without legally being one. She seemed unsure of what to say when he asked her to stay. That was alright, he had time but he doubted the train had any time at all. He could hear the whistle blowing for the first warning for all passengers to get on board. He had to do something and all she had to do was say the word and he would get her off.. somehow... he noted that the doors were closing. "I...I...I'd say you're crazy." she spoke at last and Damon felt something inside him knot up.. if she said she didn't love him he would feel like a fool. "You're telling me this now when I thought..."
He didn't want to know what she'd thought. As the second whistle blew he looked nervously at the conductor who was walking down the line closing doors and asking passengers if they got everything through opened windows like Evea's. He looked earnestly at her expression trying to tell her to hurry up and make up her mind... the conductor was only a couple cars away. "As for what I'd do I'd say I don't want to leave you but... I don't know how to love you, I've forgotten what love is, I... I never thought I'd find it and you're saying... get me off this train." she demanded softly in a way that he'd never heard her speak before. It caused the muscles in his arms to twitch with excitement and he looked around for a solution. The conductor was only one car away and was locking and securing the door to that car. He looked down the other direction.. there were people nearby waving and crying and bidding their loved ones farewell. That wouldn't be Damon.. he wouldn't say goodbye to Evea. He took off his jacket and and threw it on the ground... it was an expensive jacket but he didn't want it to get ripped when he did this.
The conductor was approaching them looking rather irritated he could only imagine what they looked like... two lovers unable to let each other go... the man with the toothbrush mustache must see it every day. Damon turned back to Evea. "Give me your bag..." he ordered, it wasn't a question and he gazed at her hard when she hesitated. "Do you want to get off or not..." he said and she finally handed it to him. He threw it on top of his jacket and then climbed back up on the lip of the train the conductor was watching them now... amused... at least not all the doors were closed... the train wouldn't leave until then. "Put your arms around my neck..." he instructed and when she did so he reached through and wrapped his arms around her and slowly maneuvered her through the window... when he got her out he staggered backwards and fell to the ground breathing rather heavily... he laid there, his eyes closed as he heard the sound of the train pulling away. "I go you off the train..." he observed softly with a weak smile as he opened his eyes and gazed at her, she was curled up against him, her eyes closed. "Now... where do you want to go for dinner?" he asked, he knew it would make her at least smile... and she looked awfully uneasy... he hoped she wasn't second guessing her decision.
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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 12:58:49 GMT 10
She had read it in a book somewhere, seen it in a few movies but never, never did she think that her life would be playing it out.
Evea had been in the train waiting for it to speed her out of the chapter of her life that had just ended and onto the next yet as she looked down at the flower in her book she couldn't help but think that this chapter wasn't quite over yet something that seemed to be confirmed by pebbles being thrown at the train window.
Shock and disbelief had been the two feeling she had felt when she had turned to the window and seen Damon standing there as if a genie had worked their magic but didn't genie's give three wishes? She had leaned out of the window and no sooner had she done so had he kissed her. One wish fore filled. He had then, while her first case of shock had worn off and a new one set in, told her that he wanted her to stay. There was wish two and three, wish three was best of all for Damon told her that he loved her.
For the longest time she had simply stood there as the clock quickly ticked away for in the back of her mind she counted down the seconds until it would be to late, if it wasn't already for she had heard the first whistle blow. As if that was also her wake up call she finally found her voice and told him that he was crazy watching as his face seemed to fall for she had thought he had wanted her gone for after all, he had been the one to set up her goodbye, her travel plans back to Paris and... and he had also been the one that seemed to refuse to say goodbye but maybe, just maybe he just couldn't.
With that thought in mind she told him that she didn't want to leave but that she also didn't know if her feelings for him where love, for she had never been in love before forgotten what love even felt like for she had lived so long in fear and without anyone to even be able to love but in the end she wanted off the train, something she let him know by asking for his help.
Panic started to form in the pit of her belly for the train would surly be taking off soon speeding her away and what would she do then? She could get off at the first stop exchange her ticket and do a round trip and for the time being that seemed like the only choice for she knew if she started to run down the length of the train she'd never get there in time.
Turning back to Damon she was just about to tell him her plan when suddenly he seemed to have a plan of his own.
"Give me your bag..." he ordered making her raise a brow in question. "Do you want to get off or not..."
Having no idea what he was thinking she simply went along with it and handed him her bag, but now what? She was still stuck in the train and she knew that at any second it would be to late taking her out of his life and him face down on the ground.
"Put your arms around my neck..." he ordered making her do so quickly waiting for what came next which where his arms slowly wrapping around her and then pulling her, of all things, through the window.
They both landed with a thump on the ground her eyes closed from fear of the train taking off just as she was half way through the window.
"I got you off the train..." he voice came making his chest rise and fall against her, his breath on her neck as she still refused to open her eyes. "Now... where do you want to go for dinner?"
Opening one eye slowly she found herself indeed splayed half atop Damon and half atop the train station platform a small laugh falling from her lips as she finally opened both eyes.
"Home" she answered quickly pushing herself to her feet taking his hand in hers just wanting to make sure he was indeed there and again just to feel his touch. "Our home."
Looking up into his eyes she wrapped her arms around him her head leaning into her chest.
"But first I want to know why you choose to tell me you loved me now almost waiting until it was to late instead of this morning when I felt like you where keeping something from me, I thought, I thought you wanted me gone and would be glade to be rid of me."
Pulling back from him a little she glanced over at her bags her eyes searching for her book but not seeing it.
"No" she breathed out quickly pulling away from Damon and falling to the ground "No I can't have lost it, it's..."
But finally she found the book a breath of relief leaving her lungs as she picked up the book and handed it to a rather confused looking Damon.
"Remember this? Inside it holds my happiest memory, at lest until now. Remember? I guess now even if I had of lost it you could always tuck another one behind my ear."
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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 12:59:11 GMT 10
Damon wanted to give her everything. It was a strange feeling. He'd looked it up in a phsycology book once because he was rather curious as to what it could by... why when he was around women did he feel like he had to go out of hsi way to make them feel loved and special? It read it as White Knight Syndrome... it was strange to think about... white symbolised virtue and purity and Damon was anything but that. The thought had made him want to laugh but he'd restrained as he'd been in the middle of a library and a chuckle would have drawn undue attention to himself. He supposed it could have been because of the way his brother had abandom him or the way his sister had been left alone in a mental hospital when she needed her family more then ever. Damon had never blamed his twin sister for running away from the mental hospital that his parents put her in but he wished he knew where she was now.. or even if.. heaven forbid... she was still alive or if she had not survived that first cold winter on her own. Damon didn't want to think about it.. there was a connection between them with them being twins that made things so much more difficult then they should have been... she'd been his best friend for a while... and she had disappeared... it became hard for Damon to ever trust anyone again.
This move towards an attempt at a relationship was a leap of faith for both of then he supposed. She had never loved anyone the way she was to love him... and he had never devoted himself to one woman for more then a few months... it woudl be new for both fo them but for some reasn it was better then seeing her go. He wanted her here. He didn't know where they would go from there. A lot needed to be done. He needed to remodel her room to any way she wanted it. He was certain she would want to make some changes to their home so that it felt more comfy and cozy. It was a strange thought... to refer to it as their home instead of his home. He knew that womenf ound comfort in decorating it home... it was a nesting instict or somethign like that. At leat that was what he'd read. He liked to read. That was the reason fro the library that he had right off tot he left of his room. He would have to show her sometime. He knew that she liked to read though he didn't know exactly what. He would find out later though. They would have plenty of time to learn about each othe... there were still somethings that he wouldn't tell her... things that she didn't need to know... like was one line of work he was in.
He had released as he lay on the cool ground, the train that Evea was supposed to have been on speeding away without her. He felt a strange relief, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It had been boethering him all day. He'd lost sleep over it and he'd expressed his concern to Helga who had laughed and said was high time that he find a good girl. Damon had smiled and that had been when he'd made his decision. He didn't know how thr est of the staff would react and he really didn't care. All he could think of doing was going somewhere with her. He wanted her to decide though... he didn't care where they went from here. "Home" she told him and he smiled. "Our home." he nodded in silent agreement. Though he wanted ot take her to some expensive resteraunt and lavish her with everything money could buy if she wanted to go home that was where they would go. He woudl ask the cook to make her favorite dishes. "But first I want to know why you choose to tell me you loved me now almost waiting until it was to late instead of this morning when I felt like you where keeping something from me, I thought, I thought you wanted me gone and would be glade to be rid of me." Damon shrugged, he honestly couldn't answer that himself, all he could say that it had occured to him that he didn't want her to leave... so he'd stopped her.... so he could understnd what this feeling was. "No" she suddently started to look around frantically and Damon gave her a concerned look. "No I can't have lost it, it's..." she found her book bhiend the bag and then handed it to him... he gazed at it slightly confused. "Remember this? Inside it holds my happiest memory, at lest until now. Remember? I guess now even if I had of lost it you could always tuck another one behind my ear." she remidned him as she removed the from between the pages and Damon smiled... of course he remembered... how could he forget.
He decided then that they shoudl probably get going. People were starting to stare and the way Damon lived he didn't like to draw to much attention to himself. He was a master at blending in so he clambered to his feet and pulling ehr up beside he replaced his sun glasses over his stunning blue eyes and brushed his hair back with one hand. He took her hand in his. "Come on then let's go home..." he said with a smile as he led her toward the exit... and to a new life.
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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 13:00:20 GMT 10
Steeping out of Damon's red convertible Evea could hardly believe it, for just a few hours ago she had left this house thinking she'd never steep foot in it again only to now call it home.
The smile she wore on her face refused to go away only growing bigger and brighter with every steep she took towards the front door Damon close behind her.
"I still think this is all some cruel dream, I thought it even when you said you love me... I had to pinch myself." She turned to him them her soft gaze running up to his sun glassed eyes which she reached up for and slowly removed. "Aren't you going to welcome me home?"
Biting her bottom lip for a moment and a half she then lent forward, her eyes slowly closing as she planted a soft kiss on his lips, the first kiss she had ever given anyone blushing red in her cheeks as she slowly pulled away.
"I guess I should go in and unpack."
Walking up the drive way she reached for the door only to see it swing open revealing one of the many maids.
"Glade to have you back miss." They greeted her with a smile taking hold of her bag and quickly walking off making her wonder what they where doing but shrugged it off.
"It's good to be back" she whispered to herself an idea popping into her head. "I have an idea why don't I go change and meet you out in the garden, we could have dinner there and... and maybe find some more flowers for my hair maybe a rose or two or, or some ivy if you catch my meaning."
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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 13:00:45 GMT 10
The drive home was significently better then the drive there. He stuffed the police radar under the the back seat and obeyed the speed limit until they hit the city limits and headed north to his estate. It was a beautiful country side full of vineyards and orchards. Most of them owned by Damon since he'd bought people out as the economy had slowly declined. He told her about how he grew grapes and bottled wine. He collected wine he told her, it was a strange hobby but he couldn't help it. He loved the taste and aroma of a good wine.. in his opinion it was about as good as being physically intimate with a woman. When he told her that she blushed and he chuckled and assured her she was safe. He wouldn't' do anything that she didn't want to do or didn't feel ready for. He had to reminded himself that Evea wasn't one of his experienced models, she was a girl naive and innocent in the ways that men and women showed affection. He hoped that soon she would come to see that he could never bring himself to hurt her. He told her that there was almost 120 acres for her to ride horses on, much of it was orchards and vineyards but it was fun riding the horses through the fields... he would have to take her later this evening.
They pulled into the winding driveway and he slowed the car to a reasonable speed. He knewt hat the servant's children liked to play out here and the last thing Damon wanted to do was hit one because they darted into the street. He saw three children kicking a ball around in what seemed like a game of soccer. He spotted Evea watching them quietly and he couldn't quiet read the look on her face. He wanted to understand but he just couldn't quiet grasp why she had such a forlorn expression on her features. The sparkle in her eyes had momentarily faded and smile that had been on her lips faltered. He reached over and rested a hand on her knee and the smile returned as she took his hand in hers and started to play with his fingers. He pulled up to the front of the house and handed the keys to the valet. "Put it where you always do please..." he said and slipped the boy an extra five dollars, the kids was just old enough to drive and his parents had to reassure Damon that he could handle the cars... they wanted to teach their son responsibility and so Damon had given him the job... but if anything happened to that car...
Damon turned back to look at Evea who had tugged on his hand. He hadn't realized he stopped until she had come over to him with a bemused expression on her face. "I still think this is all some cruel dream, I thought it even when you said you love me... I had to pinch myself." She told him as she reached up and removed his glasses so she could see his piercing blue eyes that were sparkling with amusement and contentment. He didn't want to think what would have happened if he'd let her go... he couldn't even fathom it. "Aren't you going to welcome me home?" she asked him in a way that made him wonder if she knew how to piqued a man's interest at all. If he didn't know any better he would go as far to say that she was tempting him. Not that he was resiting but a smile turned up the corners of his mouth. He thought it was cute. When she leaned forward and kissed him softly his hand that rested on her shoulder tightened slightly. It was the first gesture of affection she'd made towards him and it was rather refreshing. "I guess I should go in and unpack." she whispered and he nodded as he reluctantly let go of her hand and watched her go, tugging her small suitcase behind her... she didn't have much but that would all change soon... if she tried to leave again twenty suitcases wouldn't be able to hold everything... he would make sure of that.
He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against a pillar that held up the entry way. She looked back at him as if wanting permission to enter and he just smiled. She reached for the knob but at that moment one of his younger maids... who's name he couldn't quiet remember... came out and smiled when she saw Evea... he knew that they had become rather good friends. "Glade to have you back miss." she chirped as she took Evea's bag. Damon was glad. Even though it was small he didn't want to see her carry it all the way back up to her room by herself. Besides he hadn't told her that he was moving her into the room that adjoined his.. typically it was used for a study and he sometimes fell asleep on the bed in there but it would become her room and since she probably wouldn't feel comfortable sharing a room with him being next to each other would be the best he could do to keep her close. The girl seemed to know that was Damon's plan because she turned up the flight of stairs that led to Damon's week of the house rather then either of the two wings that led to the guest rooms. "It's good to be back" she had told the maid as she hurried off and then she turned to him. "I have an idea why don't I go change and meet you out in the garden, we could have dinner there and... and maybe find some more flowers for my hair maybe a rose or two or, or some ivy if you catch my meaning." Damon smiled and shrugged, if that was what she wanted to do then they'd do it.
He walked down to his wine cellar where he retrieved a bottle of 1968 Shardenae... a good year for a wine and especially this brand. He told the cook to make Evea's favorite and she smiled as if she knew something Damon didn't. Helga was rearranging a boquet of flowers on one of the many counters in the kitchen and he stole one of the white roses. She's said she wanted a rose and so he would give her one. He walked out to the garden alone. His dark blue button up and black slack were perfect for the warm spring day and he could hear the birds chirping, bidding the day farewell as afternoon drew into evening. He turned when he heard a noise and saw Evea standing there in a summer dress that he'd bought her to wear in Paris. It showed off her figure beautifully and Damon came forward. "A beautiful rose for a beautiful woman..." he whispered softly as he tucked it behind her ear. These roses had no thorns so there was no worry about accidentally hurting her. He offered her his arm indicating that they should take a stroll through the garden. "Shall we?" He suggested, waiting for her to make the next move.
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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 13:01:12 GMT 10
To say she was nervous was an understatement for Evea was far more than that, this was her first time actually living in a house she could call home, the first time a man had told her that they loved her (her father didn't count) and it was the first time that she needed to figure out her own mixed up feelings towards a man.
She had tried to do this as they had traveled, listening to him talk about his land and learning just how much of it there was a world within a world or so it would seem. Though she may not of shown it she had taken in his words about collecting wine and made a mental note to read up on it so as to please him for now, at this moment she knew very little where as the opposite could be said about the world of horses, though this was somewhat over taken by a blush that had crept over her cheeks are he talked about... well what was foremost on most men's minds.
When they had reached the house the blush had well and truly gone but something else had taken it's place as soon as she saw children playing, a thought she never wanted to linger on or waste tears over. She pushed those creeping back thoughts aside when she felt Damon's hand on her knee and instead smiled getting out of the car and silently laughing to herself as she heard him say something about his car to a teenage looking boy.
Men and their toys she thought to herself, it was male thing... or so she had read. To take his mind off it and turn it back to herself, and maybe as a silent thank you she had turned to him and removed his glasses from the front of his eyes, pushing them back to lean in and kiss him hoping she was doing it right... he didn't seem to mind or think anything wrong if his touch was anything to go by.
When she had walked up to the house and stopped Damon made no move to either open the door of stop her and so she had reached for it only to have it open and be welcomed by Anna, a maid she had become fast friends with however, that didn't stop a look of question cross over Evea's face as she watched Anna take her bags and go up the stairs that she knew to lead to Damon's wing instead of her guest room.
She turned back to Damon the look of question still about her face but thought better of it knowing she could simply ask the maid later where she had put her things when she went to go change, for now she had to tell Damon about her other thoughts.
With her eyes glued to him taking him in she told him that she'd meet him in the garden her cryptic ways somewhat slipping in as she spoke of roses and ivy to which he simply shrugged and walked off leaving her to find her things.
Following in Anna's footsteps she walked up the stairs and into a part of the house she had never been in before, even after all this time simply calling out Anna's name to have her appear and show her, her new room.
"New room?' she had asked with question only to be told that master Damon had wished her to be closer to him and that she have a 'real' room in the house. Making a note to ask him later about it she simply went about changing not wanting to leave Damon waiting long and so slipping into a satin red summer dress she found her way back downstairs and out into the garden.
As soon as he had heard her he had turned to her looking a vision if she did say so herself smiling at the man that made her heart flatter by just being under his gaze.
"A beautiful rose for a beautiful woman..." he whispered making her blush slightly still not used to such kind words being said to her as he placed the rose behind her ear and then offered her his arm. "Shall we?"
Linking her own arm through his she nodded a smile on her lips as she felt her skin tingle where he touched her.
"Lead the way" she told him softly her voice trapping itself in her throat a question burning in her mind which she debated asking but knew she had to. "Damon I... I mean are you sure about this about us? I don't want you to think that..."
A tear rolled down her face as she wished she could take back the words the very thought that entered her mind.
"It's just, you could have anyone, someone who knew how to love you, someone more beautiful then I, someone... someone who wouldn't risk bringing harm to you I guess... I guess I still think that I'm going to wake up and find you pushing me away again."
There now that she had said it she hated herself for it but it was the truth and something in her deepest heart she needed to clear up.
"I don't want to hurt you or ever leave you and when I spoke of ivy and you leading the way I meant it in more then one way. I don't about love, how to show it but ivy clings to it's pray and spreads, holds it in it's grasp and never lets go... I want to learn I guess what I'm asking is will you teach me if you still want me."
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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 13:01:35 GMT 10
Damon would lie if he said he knew exactly what he was doing and knew exactly what he wanted. His whole life had been spent gaining things as a result of immediate gratification. If he wanted something he got it as fast as humanly possible and then once he had it he started looking around for other things. The problem this time was that Evea confused him. No woman had ever confused him. He had a knack for figuring out what made them tick so to speak. Evea was unpredictable and hard to get. There were times when she behaved like a woman far beyond her years, those were the times that Damon was completely enthralled by her, then there were other times when she behaved like a child that was afraid of the dark and Damon couldn't help but take pity on her. He didn't second guess himself though. Not once did he ask himself weather he should have let her go or not. Whatever happened in the future Damon had a feeling that it needed to happen that there was something they could learn from one another. He gazed at her now as they moved through the garden... she seemed happy, content to look at the flowers.
He had replaced his sunglasses so she couldn't see when he narrowed his eyes at her. The sun was setting so it wasn't terribly bright it was just that Evea had a knack for being able read him and the thoughts that seemed to be going through his head. At least she seemed to have some kind of idea about them and Damon wasn't sure he liked that very much. He prided himself in being difficult to read. He gazed at the flowers around them as well in hopes of keeping himself distracted. He had landscapers come in almost weekly to touch everything. He had people who pruned the vineyards and the orchards. Yet Damon did his share as well. He found that he liked going down to the vineyards and helping to prune the vines and sample the grapes to see if they were just at that peak of ripeness for wine. One of these days he would take Evea down there. He had grown the vineyard from a single vine that he used to keep in his window sill in high school. His parents had given it to him and they'd had given Elena a similar one... Damon was pretty sure her vine had died long ago but his had flourished... he had started the vineyard for Elena... it was his token to her... his tribute to the sister he had lost long ago.
Damon's attention was suddenly directed back towards Evea as a look of sadness seemed to flicker across her features. Sometimes he felt as if her mood swings gave him whip lash yet he held his tongue to keep from saying anything sarcastic. She was a lot more sensitive then many of the other women he had let stay with him in the past... he supposed he would do well to remember that. "Lead the way" she told him even though her voice was rather chirpy it seemed burdened with an uncertainty that Damon wished he could understand but knew he wouldn't unless she explained it to him. "Damon I... I mean are you sure about this about us? I don't want you to think that..." There it was. The question that was bothering her and seemed to be eating her peace of mind. He sighed, this was definitely a bridge they would have to work to cross. "It's just, you could have anyone, someone who knew how to love you, someone more beautiful then I, someone... someone who wouldn't risk bringing harm to you I guess... I guess I still think that I'm going to wake up and find you pushing me away again." She said and he nodded, trying his best to understand where she was coming from. He was glad he'd inherited the patience of his mother or this would be difficult for him.
He noticed the tear that was rolling down her cheek and quickly wiped it away, not allowing his hand to linger to long against the skin of her cheek or the curve of her jaw... now was not the time for romantic gestures. He knew that she was right in many respects. He could have practically any woman he wanted. He knew that most women would fall over themselves to get into the place that Evea was right now. He endless amounts of money that he was certain he had even forgotten about in bank accounts all over the country under names that the police would never track because they were so common. He was about to tell her that it was absurd to think such a thing... he would not push her away like he had before... he'd just been so unsure that he was almost... afraid. "I don't want to hurt you or ever leave you and when I spoke of ivy and you leading the way I meant it in more then one way. I don't about love, how to show it but ivy clings to it's pray and spreads, holds it in it's grasp and never lets go... I want to learn I guess what I'm asking is will you teach me if you still want me." the question would have made him laugh if she hadn't been so serious.. if he still wanted her... he had to look away from her for a long moment.
He glanced back at her and without a word started leading her out of the garden. He said nothing as he led her to the red convertable they'd drove home in and he motioned for her to get in as he started the car. He pulled out and drove to the vineyard which was about a five minute drive, saying nothing to her he got out and opened the door. He was a hopeless romantic... Evea was seeing a side that no woman had ever seen. Now he was showing her his life's work... it was one of the reasons he'd become a con artist.. to expand his vineyard that now covered almost a fourth the size of some small towns. He took her hand and led her over the crest of a hill and there it was... the vineyard, well part of it anyway. He glanced at her and then gestured to it. "This all started as one little vine... I planted it right down there..." he told her pointing to a patch of the vineyard. "Gradually it grew into this... that's what love is Evea... it starts out small and it grows... all you have to do is give it time and nurture it..." he explained as he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. "I can help you... but a lot you have to learn on your own..." he whispered in her ear as he placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder. He returned his gaze to the vineyard hoping that somehow his analogy had helped.
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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 13:01:56 GMT 10
She couldn't help it, she couldn't just enjoy it she had a knack for speaking her mind and more often then not it's what would lead her into trouble.
Walking through the garden's Damon's arm linked in hers she did wear a smile, the cool evening breeze making her hair dance and that sunlight of the setting sun follow suit. Her few glances over at Damon told her that he seemed content and happy but it could just be an act his sunglasses over his eyes making it harder for her to tell. She was slowly learning his tell tail signs though where as hers well, as soon as one was read another one would quickly replace it leaving the other person with a new puzzle to solve, however...
When a sudden flicker of sadness and worry crossed over her face she felt Damon's eyes upon her making her regret the very though playing around in her mind. She knew she doubted a lot of things wasn't as strong as many and saw the world in a different light then most but sometimes she hated it knowing that the slightest thing could sometimes set her off when other women would see it as a joke.
Not wanting to give into her conflicting thoughts she simply told Damon to lead the way, a hidden message within which she was sure he didn't pick up on which made her heart and mind fight over what to say or do next until finally she could stand it no longer and asked.
Evea was still uncertain, unsure worrying that he had made a mistake and would sooner or later see it. She remembered the models that seemed to come and go on a breeze, that night back when she had first come into his home seeing him kiss one of them right before her eyes and then at the party when he had glanced her way and thought better of it... Would he do that again?
Taking a long breath she asked him hearing him sigh as they stopped making her wish she could turn back time of show him just how much his answer worried her. No one had taken care of her, been bothered to, no one had offered her a place to stay or simply refuse to let her leave it was all new to her and in a life of darkness she wasn't used to seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.
She tried to explain herself, the feelings inside and the doubt finally seeing his head nodding hopefully in understanding as a tear escaped which he quickly whipped away her skin once again tingling where her fingers touched.
It was in this moment that she felt she had to explain herself further and also, just in case he had doubts abouts her, make it known that she didn't want to leave, that she wanted to be with him and that he'd simply have to teach her how if he still wanted her.
For a long moment he looked away making her fearful, her eyes closing as her head hung low waiting for him to push her away and worse yet telling her to leave, that he had made a mistake and now seen the light.
When his eyes suddenly befell her again he said nothing only taking a better hold of her hand and leading her out to the car telling her to get in, which she quickly did. As he drove he remained silent this in turn making the wheels in Evea's mind dance with what could come next. He could simply tell her to get out, leave her where she stood and drive away, he could have brought her out here to tell her that though he cared he just wanted to be friends thinking that a better setting would soften the blow, or.... there where just to many things that where quickly giving her a headache.
Finally the car came to a stop and looking over at him she watched as he climbed out she then doing the same smiling to herself as he took her hand. If he's going to brake up with me he's going to make it really hurt. she thought to herself as she fell into steep beside him.
Slowly they walked until finally stopping her eyes looking out over many fields of what looked like grapes her mind turning back to what he had said before about it being his land.
"This all started as one little vine... I planted it right down there..." her eyes followed his pointed finger as she pulled in a breath brushing her hair back from her face her gaze then turning back to him remembering he had left his words hanging. "Gradually it grew into this... that's what love is Evea... it starts out small and it grows... all you have to do is give it time and nurture it..."
Suddenly she felt his arms wrap around her waist his head resting on her shoulder making a warm shiver ran up and down her spin and her heart sing out.
"I can help you... but a lot you have to learn on your own..."
With that she closed her eyes letting his whispered words imprint themselves in her mind. He still wanted her the kiss on her shoulder that soon followed told her so.
Slowly she turned towards him, his hands running over waist making her wonder what his touch would feel like there if she wore on of those tops that showed off her bear belly like she had seen some of his models wear.
Biting her bottom lip for a moment she simply rested her head in the hollow of his neck feeling his chin resting just atop her head her arms reaching out to hold him.
"I'm just glade to know I'll have such a great teacher maybe, since we seem to be in lesson I should tell you what I've learnt so far."
She pulled away a little then.
"I've learnt I don't want to be away from you, that I love your touch and that you hate to see me cry. I've learnt that the darkness of my world seems to slip away when I'm with you, that I'm safe with you and... I've also learnt that I want to make you happy."
She bit her bottom lip again then a nervous look once again crossing over her face.
"Damon remember that night when I frist came to stay in your house? I had nightmares and I couldn't see anyway out of them. I ran to your art room, I didn't know it at the time but, after I calmed down after you wrapped me in that blanket I felt so safe."
She stopped there looking up into his eyes wishing she could throw away the sunglasses she saw there.
"Would you, would you stay with me tonight at lest until I fall asleep, please I... I don't want to start screaming again and I know that having you with me will help."
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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 13:02:20 GMT 10
Damon was not one for sentiment or sensitive conversations. He'd tried so hard to create this image in LA. He wanted to come across as the playboy that was never to be tamed. He wanted people to refer to him as the man who had a different date every week because that meant that he wouldn't have to get attached, that he wouldn't have to risk getting hurt by having that person leave him or losing them to some cruel twisted fate that Damon had stopped believing in long ago. Along with his belief in fate had gone the belief in God. His parents had tried to raise him as a devout catholic and in the deep south it was not a question of going to mass but rather a mandatory requirement if you were to be accepted among your peers. Damon had gone to church with the same attitude as all the other kids. He would rather be anywhere else but there but deep down he knew that he really didn't have any other choice so he would sit there in the pew, listen to the priest and gaze at the girl's pigtails in front of him, tempted to reach out and yank and make the girl turn out so he could have her number by the end of the meeting.. but his mother kept a close eye on him... and he never got that girl's number.
Perhaps that was why Damon was still so uncertain about him and Evea. He wasn't prepared to talk her into this, he'd assumed that like any other woman she would fall into his arms and help him see that the decision he was making was right. He was sure it was but when she started to second guess his decision he in turn second guess himself and wondered if he should take her to station tomorrow. Those moments of thought were brief and quickly pushed away by fervent guilt that replaced it. He knew that the moment he left her at the station to catch the train he would feel horrible. There was something about her that he'd been looking for but never found until now. She brought out the side of him that had long been shot away when his sister had run away from the mental institution or the night he been picked up by the cops as he came out of the movies and was told that his parents had been killed in a car accident. The change seemed complete the day he woke up on his 18th birthday to find that his older brother had disappeared.. he had kept Damon out of the foster system and that was all he would do... on graduation Damon drove to LA... and had been stealing artwork and forging money ever since.. along with the hobby of making wine and sculpting he was living the high life... better then most men twice his age.
He told Evea the story of his vineyard. He hadn't been sure how he was going to go about it but when he looked out across the vast fields the words just seemed to come to him and he could feel her body relax as he held her... he was glad to know that he could help her. When he had finished speaking she slowly turned to face him and gaze up into his face. He looked down at her through his sunglasses and he watched as she rested her head in the hallow of his neck. He could feel her soft breaths on his neck... smell the aroma of her perfume and he rested his chin on the top of her head... the sweet scent of her shampoo was intoxicating... it was her... he couldn't describe the smell except by saying that it was Evea. It was sweet like the scent of lavender yet it had a spicy hint to it like possibly cinnamon and possibly mint. He was tempted to ask her where she had gotten simply so he could get her more of it... it was more for his own pleasure since he loved smelling it so much rather then for hers. He remained silent though and was content just to hold her as they gazed at the sun that was setting over the vineyard making everything look as if it were being shown to them in a dream.
She turned in his arms in that moment and he smiled, gazing down at her. She looked relieved for some reason and he wanted to ask what he had done to stress her out in the first place but she spoke before he could say anything. "I'm just glade to know I'll have such a great teacher maybe, since we seem to be in lesson I should tell you what I've learnt so far. she said and he was surprised at the rather seductive tone of her voice and more surprised at the way it caused his arms to tighten their hold on her... as if he were afraid she would slip through his fingers. "I've learnt I don't want to be away from you, that I love your touch and that you hate to see me cry. I've learnt that the darkness of my world seems to slip away when I'm with you, that I'm safe with you and... I've also learnt that I want to make you happy." she said and he smiled, cradling her face gently in his hand while she continued with a nervous expression on her face. "Damon remember that night when I frist came to stay in your house? I had nightmares and I couldn't see anyway out of them. I ran to your art room, I didn't know it at the time but, after I calmed down after you wrapped me in that blanket I felt so safe." she told him and he nodded, of course he remembered... how could he forget. "Would you, would you stay with me tonight at lest until I fall asleep, please I... I don't want to start screaming again and I know that having you with me will help." she said and he nodded and smiled. Leaning forward he captured her lips with his. "I would love to... now let's go get something to eat shall we?" he suggested as he took her hand and led her back toward the car... he had a feeling it was going to be a very interesting evening.
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Post by witch on Dec 2, 2011 13:02:40 GMT 10
Later that night
Having arrived home Damon and Evea had returned to the garden Damon having told the staff that they had returned and it seemed just in time for the meal that Damon had set the chef was ready.
Slowly they ate in the glow of the moonlight and fairy lights that where scattered all around them Evea somehow feeling relaxed as the night hours crept in but every time she felt fearful all she had to do was look up and across the table to see Damon sitting there his gaze watching over her. They talked and asked question Evea revealing more of her past, seeming to fill in the parts that Damon hadn't found out about no matter how much research he did and Damon well... he seemed troubled by his past and simply seemed to 'leave it for another time' instead telling her more about the here and now along with trying to lure her into going riding with him tomorrow.
With that thought in mind after they had eaten they had made their way to the stables, this one of Evea's favourite places to visit, the friendly faces of the horses looking out at her made her feel relaxed and as her hands traveled over the velvet that was a horse she was truly at peace, truly in love... now if she could just look at Damon that way.
As the clock slowly ticked away her eyes slowly became heavy which Damon seemed to capture and so leading her up to her new room he held the door open for her, telling her to change and that he'd be back in a moment.
Quickly she looked around the new room and walked over to the wardrobe fishing around for a nightgown her fingers finally landing on one. This one was more revealing then the white lace one she had worn long ago, this one black and light showing off her every curve a slight on both sides stead of just the one.
Slipping out of her clothes she then slid the nightdress on before brushing her teeth and then setting down in front of the dresser to brush her hair letting it fall down her back before feeling it brushed away by a gentle hand.
Looking up into the mirror she saw Damon his smile showing off his white teeth as she smiled back at him her hand suddenly frozen around the handle of the brush. His eyes seemed to hold her in a spell as he slowly lifted the brush and ran it through her hair her breath and heart quickly stopping a knowing smile seeming to dance on his face making her wonder if it was something he did to all his girls.
"Thank you" she slightly breathed her breath still court as she felt his hand take hers and lead towards the bed.
Eyes befalling the bed she noticed it was no longer the single bed she was used to but a double her eyes quickly glancing at Damon a redness showing in her cheeks.
Slowly though she sat down on the bed letting him sit beside her as she rested her head upon his shoulder.
"I already feel like I'm going to have sweet dreams" she whispered her hand reaching up to brush away a lock of hair that feel upon his face. "Do I get a good night kiss or..."
Even as she spoke it she leaned forward her lips brushing against his, this kiss though soft inlay a little hint of passion she only pulling away when she was out of breath.
"I think, I know I'm falling for you."
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