#notgoodwithpromises

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Aurora idk where you are can you like this so I can message you on the right account pls

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"Can I help you?"

notgoodwithpromises

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notgoodwithpromises:

Damon was standing with his arms crossed against his chest, and his shoulder leaning against the door frame of the library where Megan was reading. Stefan had gone out of town with Caroline for a, uh, thing with… well, he hadn’t really listened, and at least that saved him from his brother’s knowing smirks and not-so-subtle hints at the brunette that had been living with them for a few weeks. Despite her past still being kind of a mystery, she’d put her own ass on the line to help them, and she’d played a big part in taking down Silas and bringing Bonnie back, so she’d been granted the official stamp of approval from pretty much everyone. And then there was the matter of Damon being very much aware of just how attractive Megan was; and yet, despite the flirting and blatant signs of interest from both parts, nothing had happened between them. Which was driving him insane.

As he watched her read, though, he decided that wasn’t going to change unless he pulled his head out of his ass and did something about it. Damon had never been the shy one when it came to making a move, so he went for the most direct approach he could think of. He sat down next to her and his hand found her thigh in a way that felt oddly natural. When she looked up, her whispered question made his lips stretch into a slow, predatory grin. “I’m very subtly seducing you,” he replied candidly, studying her face to gauge her reaction. “Should I stop?”

Lips tingled as he sat so close to her, every inch of her falling for the allure of the beast that he was, the predator that devoured her kind. She knew that he was bad for her, that he could kill her at any moment, but even so she trusted him and couldn't deny the tension that had been growing between them since the second they had met. She couldn't help but chuckle slightly at his words, his tone playful yet serious and she knew that he wanted to take that leap, that stop into something entirely different to what they were now. She could tell herself that this would be a one time thing, but she knew, she just knew that he would be like a drug. Biting her lip, she watched as his hand continued to travel up her thigh, smooth skin under callous hands heating up and she couldn't bring herself to stop him, so she shook her head and knew she would regret it later, her entire body gravitating toward him. "No, don't.." She shook her head once more, hands finding his neck and playing with the hair at the base of it as their eyes met in an intense staring match, his fingers still tempting their way over her body.

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Send me ‘⁈’ for my character’s reaction to your muse running their hand up mine’s thigh.

She had been sitting on the couch reading for the last hour or three, completely lost in Dorian Grey and the impeccable whiskey Damon had poured for her. Everything was so perfect in this house, the decor, the fire, the alcohol, and it was difficult to not want to spend all of her time here. Sometimes she felt as though she was over staying her welcome, and the smirks from Stefan when she walked out of the shower in one of Damons towels certainly told her more about what he thought about the situation than she needed to know, but she was so past caring. The two had been quite platonic thus far, apart from the constant flirtation and verbal teasing that seemed to slip from her lips effortlessly when she was around him, and it wasn't until he had sat himself down beside her and his hand had rested on her thigh that she had even considered something physical may happen between them. Of course she would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it, she was only human of course, but the actually act was something else entirely, and it took her a few moments to react because of it.Slowly she pulled the bookmark to the right page and placed it down on the coffee table, turning to find him closer than she had expected, "Damon.." She whispered, her voice unable to break into a normal volume, "What are you doing..?"