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Damon Salvatore; Eternally the studliest Italian Stallion in Mystic Falls, with the brains and the charms to match my devilish good looks. A love I cannot shake {Indie Roleplay Account. Mun is 21+, open to roleplaying with all fandoms. See my guidelines for additional restrictions.} M!A: Open Tracking: trustacoldbloodedman

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An Angel and a Devil Once Met ♔

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        It was already late when the young girl hugged her friend goodbye — at least for her definition of the word ‘late’, her parents’ definition. Still; There was a bright smile on her face as she left the house behind, making her way through the empty streets. A lot of people did not feel comfortable when it was dark and they were on their own, but this was one of the places where nothing ever happened. The worst emergencies here seemed to be cats that got stuck on high trees, or someone who got a little too drunk at the bar, but that was all. A small and very quiet town. It was that kind of a place that would bore so many people, but frankly Katherine did not mind all that much. She had more than enough fun with her friends and, thanks to her parents, she focused on school rather than parties anyway. It was rare for her to open the door to the mentioned bar and step into it, but she knew that her parents would be asleep and she did not want to wake them by cooking something. It was better like this. “I’ll have a water and a cheeseburger, please.” She muttered with a gentle smile once the waiter asked, reaching for her purse as he walked off again. Yes, it was a bar, but people knew her. They accepted her. Her fingertips wandered over the touchscreen of her phone, at least until she noticed the movement out of the corner of her eye and she looked up to get a better view.

        There were two things she could tell in an instant; He was new and something about him just screamed ‘danger’. Both things were enough for her to get curious, but there was something about him that caused her to be hesitant. Not to mention that he was already leading a conversation, so he certainly did not need another local to give him information that he probably did not care about. He did not look like he did. He looked more like one of those guys that drank and took a ride on their motorcycle whenever they could.

        Brown hues wandered down to her phone again and she attempted to ignore the conversation while she forced herself to keep her eyes on the screen. She should probably just.. eat and get home. Fast.

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       Damon had learned pretty quickly how to keep an eye on people in the most inconspicuous manner possible, carrying on conversations with the barman and a stranger or two, all the while never actually losing sight of his target. He'd finished his beer and moved on to the real stuff, fingers twitching slightly around the glass as he got irritated and impatient with the patron currently talking to him, blabbering on like an idiot. It wasn't even that late but the guy was already trashed, and Damon had understood quite quickly he'd be of no use to him. He was barely paying attention by then, however, as he'd seen the pretty brunette catch sight of him. The young biker had to do everything in his power not to smirk, less he betray himself. But the most important part was done. Now, he could practically see the gears turning in that lovely head of hers, but he had to be careful if he wanted her to truly give in to that probably unfamiliar feeling bubbling up inside of her, especially as she avoided looking at him thereafter. The time was ripe. Downing the rest of his drink, tipping the bartender and giving a hearty smack on the drunk patron's shoulder, Damon left his bar stool sauntering over to the girl stopping on the side of the table facing hers. "If I had known there were girls like you in town, I might not have made such a fuss about moving," He opened with his most charming and friendly grin. The trick was not to come on too strong. Besides something about her intrigued him: he wasn't trying to take her home and get in her pants or anything like that. Even if she was very attractive, Damon saw a lot more potential in the type of fun that could be had. If he could get through to her and crack this one... But it was a long term project. It took commitment. "I'm Damon," he offered, reaching his hand out. "Do you mind if I join you?"

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An Angel and a Devil Once Met ♔

      This wasn’t his first rodeo. He might have been new to town, but he wasn’t new to these kinds of towns, he knew them a little too well for his own liking but ever since he’d gotten tangled up with bikers, he was seeing a lot more of them. And like it or not, he had to follow his family… not for much longer no, though he could see the benefit in doing so after all. And he wasn’t exactly opposed to moving. Even if these towns all seemed alike, it always meant new territory to aquire, new bars to proverbially own and new pussy to conquer. But this was a little different. She was a little different. Not her type, no... He could spot her kind from a mile away, and he'd never ventured closer than that. Not interested. But she... Granted there weren't that many places to hang out here. But in this environment she seemed so out of place. He knew it was a trick of the mind but it almost made it look as if she radiated a faint aura of light, a halo, in this bar, drinking water like the good little girl he knew she was and having a bite to eat. Not that this place didn't attract all kinds of people but it was getting a little late for the straight laced variety, and he smirked to himself, deciding to have a little bit of fun tonight. Gradually. The first thing he did was slide over down the bar, casually with his beer in hand, making sure he was well within her direct line of sight bbefore he turned back to the barman, asking a few questions about the place, trying to see if he could scout out the who's who in this town.

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        “How is that legal?” — Sometimes Katerina simply could not seem to understand all of the things that this world accepted, while they refused and doomed so many other things. The witch narrowed her eyes as he talked about ‘creative ways to spy on students’; If that was supposed to make her relax it definitely did not work! “Of course..” she muttered with a pout as he leaned in to kiss her forehead, “and the next thing I know is that he mixed something into my pumpkin juice. Is that still legal?” Her words did not make it seem like she calmed down, but her body did. Katerina leaned into his touch and she let out a sigh, though she pulled away to shake her head at his words. “If he is thinks that something is going on between us, that would only raise his suspicion.” Wouldn’t it? Sure, there was a chance that the potions master only kept an eye on the witch since it took so long for her to return with the moon flowers, but still. There was more to lose than just a job or a place at this school, by now. “Maybe you should not say anything. Maybe we should give him exactly what he wants.” Because he could not possibly know what would have happened if she took that potion without the flower.. and it could not be that hard to get him to stay far away from his student.

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    "I didn't write the rules, baby." In fact there were quite a few potions that should be illegal in his opinion to use on other people but logic was not the strong point of most Wizards, He brushed his thumbs over her cheekbones, looking at her with a warm loving smile, just focusing on the fact she was here with him in this instant, briefly forgetting the issue at hand. He did laugh a little at her suggestion of spiked pumpkin juice and he shook his head, stroking her face again. "He wouldn't go that far, Katerina, besides he can't do that since no one but the house elves have access to the food and drink that goes on the table!" However, his eyebrows creased and he frowned when she said they should give him what he wants. "Excuse me?" The raven-haired man asked, looking incredulous. She was not possibly suggesting that they behave as though she had really taken that potion that would go against the point of not taking it. Furthermore he would not accept that an other professor was playing games with them and risk letting her play right into his hand! Still, curiosity got the better of him, and he owed her to at least listen, Yes she was his student, but in spite of the dubious circumstances, he had feelings for her and considered her at least on some level an equal. "What exactly do you mean!?"

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        The brunette turned her head toward the door, smiling reassuringly at her friends who shot her questioning looks as if to ask why she stayed behind. She would probably follow them soon, but first she needed to understand what the Professor meant when he said that he assumed that the potions master grew suspicious. Katerina already understood that this potion could be helpful against dark magic, but that was exactly why it surprised her that he told her to change the ingredients. Her eyes narrowed in thought as she listened, mouth clapping open when he answered her silent question. “So you think he was trying to get me to.. give into the things that I want?” There were not a lot of things that could scare her; Katerina knew how to use her magic to protect herself, but this? The mere thought could be enough to get her paranoid. “That’s not even legal!” Though their affair was not exactly legal either, so.. What were they going to do now?! It was not like she could refuse to do all of the tasks they received, just because she could not be sure that the other Professor was not going to manipulate her potions. If Damon was right, they were basically screwed.

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      "It's perfectly legal, actually... just questionably ethical," he answered with a sigh. Since it was not exactly making her do anything she did not want to do or removing her capacity to do anything. "Some teachers have something against certain student and find creative ways of spying on them. If he thinks you are up to no good then he is probably trying to get you to betray yourself or at least find some clues as to what it is exactly you're up to." He softened up slightly when he saw how nervous she got. "Relax. You don't have to worry, if you're afraid of any assignment he gives your class, compare the notes with your friends. If anything is amiss, you will know because the ingredients or steps will differ. As for this class, I'm of course always keeping an eye out." He cupped her face gently and kissed her forehead in a loving gesture. "In the mean time we need to figure out what's going on in his mind. Of course I can always pretend to be furious at the mistake and go and ask him what the hell..." After all, Damon trusted him as his colleague and collaborator between classes, this kind of behaviour or mistake was completely unacceptable. "Or maybe not furious, but certainly ask him, casually what was up with that recipe."

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        Her chocolate brown eyes followed him while he walked off, though they darted back down once he started to turn around to face his students. This was probably where their age difference was showing; It was hard for her to understand the reasons behind the harsh tone and even harder to swallow her own pride. The witch could feel his gaze upon her face a couple of times during the rest of the class, but she forced herself to keep her own right where it was; On her utilities. — Until the noise of the clock, that filled the entire castle, ended this. Everyone was jumping up to rush out and this time Katerina did the same thing, nearly bumping into the Professor when she spun around, a hint of surprise showing on her face. The room was not even empty yet. “What?” She whispered, turning her head to look at the small bottles of potion they just made. They looked normal to her, but she surely did not have the same experience that her Professor had. “What do you mean?” And what would this be if she did not throw the flower into the kettle? 

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        His eyes left hers for a moment glancing around to make sure no one was staying behind, as he walked over and closed the door, knowing the privacy spell was still in effect from when he'd cast it this morning. Able to relax, now that they were alone, the professor went back to her, regaining his composure to explain. "I asked the Potions master to prepare the list and ingredients for this potion that I always teach in DADA since I think it is an important aspect to it. But I noticed something was off after I read it out loud and for whatever reason it seems... I don't know that he might be suspicious of someone in this class because the version without the whole flower would have created a potion meant to betray your real intentions. It is sort of like veritaserum except it does not have the same restrictions because it is not as direct. It doesn't make you say the truth or stop lying, rather... It works by lowering your inhibitions. It makes you more responsive to your own impulses, reveals your hidden intentions in your tone of voice or in your actions. Something tells me he thought it was strange you took so much time picking flowers on the full moon and he was probably waiting for an opportunity, since he knows that the brewing is quite close to the potion I talk about in class." The blood in his veins felt like ice, dread filling his stomach like stones. He hoped that the other professor's suspicions weren't about Katerina having an illicit and illegal affair with a teacher.

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"Excuse me, but.. .. Are you keeping an eye on my records, Professor?"

        Katerina questioned, a teasing tone lacing her voice. It was nothing new that the two of them played games and made use of their chances to fool around, but right in this moment there was yet another purpose behind it; The young witch tried to distract herself from her own nervousness. It was not hard for her to trust him, but it was hard for her to force herself to keep her eyes closed when she wanted to see where they were going, wanted to know what to expect to see when she opened them again. There was curiosity that filled her mind as well as excitement, in spite of the fact that she seemed a little tense. It was just that people did not surprise her.. Katerina was used to gifts from her family and her friends, but they did not put a lot of effort into their so called signs of affection. They only put a whole lot of money into it, assuming that it would be enough to make her happy as they tried to force her to focus on things that did not matter to her. So whatever he wanted to do, or show her, he was already doing a better job than all of the others.

        — And it scared her a little bit. There were still so many things that she did not about him, his life and in return there were many things that he did not know about her. The Professor was a smart man and Katerina believed that he was not completely unaware of the situation that the witch endured at home, but as far as she knew he never met her parents. They would never accept this, if it turned out to be something lasting or not, if she already graduated or not. She still did not know if he had a girlfriend, an ex-wife, children, god knows what, but a part of her did not dare to ask. Katerina forbid herself to think this through, because this man made her happier than anything else ever made her feel before. It was stupid of her, she was being naive, but she did not want to destroy this. God, why was it that much harder to avoid her worries with her eyes closed? It increased her urge to open them and find her way back to the present moment, but somehow she managed to wait until he ‘allowed’ her to open them and it was definitely worth it.

        Katerina could not believe her eyes as they wandered over all of the things that he did for her and it was hard to take them off the beauty in front of her, though it was another thing that was worth it when her lips captured his own in a deep and loving kiss. His arms found their way around her body and there were not any words to describe how thankful she was for his protective action. It was rare for her to give into things like that; She preferred to pretend that she could take care of herself without any help, but the feelings that he gave her replaced all of her worries, all of her doubts and insecurities and she could not fight the warmth that filled her, or the rapid beat of her heart. Words burned on her tongue and she was dying to say them, though she did not want to pull away, breaking the kiss, and she could not seem to remember how to talk once he did, just to shower her neck with feathery little kisses. Her lips parted and her eyes fluttered close while she tilted her head for him, though they flew right open once his whisper reached her ears. Katerina instantly understood that he was not playing around with her, the two of them were not getting lost in their climaxes, he did not praise her eagerness with a ‘Daddy loves his babygirl’, he was.. confessing. Speaking the exact words that she needed to say, though she had not been sure how to verbalize them until now.

        Her hands moved to his head so she could pull it up and make him look at her, so many different emotions showing in her deep brown eyes; Surprise, relief, happiness, a hint of sadness. Love was the thing that made this far more complicated than their addiction to each other’s bodies, but she could not deny what she felt for him. It was too late to go back and she pressed her forehead against his as she whispered;

                                                                                                                   “I love you too, Damon.”

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      He could feel the pulsing of her blood through her veins, pumped by her heart and setting up the rhythm that thrummed in her neck, the one he felt on his finger tips as she tilted her head to give him better access when he pecked her, lips light as a feather, all over. Being chest to chest, heart to heart, was an amazing feeling in this moment, more than just about pure physical sensation during their sexual escapades, this had an intimacy to it that he could hardly find the words to describe. Especially as his own confession- but was it really that? It wasn't even as if he had tried to hide or deny the existence of his feelings, but perhaps it had taken himself  some time before he was able to fully understand or grasp them, as they had been nascent at first. He swallowed hard as she moved her hands to his head and pulled him up to look into her eyes, looking more than ever vulnerable, with her beautiful gazelle eyes reflecting with clarity everything she felt. The hint of sadness did not go unnoticed but before he could wonder about it, he was lost in her, in the present, all over again as she rested her forehead against his and whispered back an echo of his words. He smiled hearing his name on her lips, and he briefly covered them with his own for an other moment, rubbing the nape of her neck gently. She felt so small, so fragile against him, within his powerful hands and there were moments he could almost tremble with fear from hurting her. He'd lost count of the amount of times he'd thought it was better for her to stay away, like everyone else, because he was a werewolf, a monster. But she didn't seem to care.                                                                          Beauty and the beast. Eventually he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed, laying her down with reverence as he climbed on top, the mattress dipping from his weight as he kissed her neck and undid her tie, then the buttons of her shirt, one by one, taking his time as though unwrapping a delicate gift, not unlike one imagines corsets are to be unlaced; with the dextrosity and appreciation for the craftsmanship. They were always in such a hurry, always pressed for time, and he supposed that was inevitable given their situation, but it was nice to have a change of pace. Oh he wanted her so badly, more than ever in this moment, but he wanted her to remember this, wanted her to know that he truly did this for her, not for himself. That it was a sincere gesture and not simply an exciting setup for their next sexcapade. His breathing quickened, but he allowed himself to speak, to open up. "You're incredibly special to me Katerina, and I do not mean that as in you're my special girl. No, you're a special and wonderful person, and you hold a place in my heart that no one has held in a long time." He paused as he pushed her shirt off her shoulders, letting it slide off the bed as he kissed the top of her breasts, then ghosted his lips over her stomach. "No, I'm not naive, and I know the implications of this relationship are severe but... I am glad for it. After I became a werewolf, people stayed far away from me if they knew, and I kept them far away from me if they didn't." His glacier blue eyes peered up at her as he brushed his fingertips softly up and down her thighs. "I had resigned myself to the fate of a life without love. Who could love a monster?" Pain and sadness flickered inside his gaze for a moment. "Sex is one thing... that... you could say became even more frequent with the beast I became but that was it. So I focused everything I had into teaching." As he was revealing his story, he revealed her skin, bit by bit, gradually. They had all evening and all night, and he knew sooner or later their passion would probably get the better of them, so he took this time to enjoy every brush of his fingers against her body as they peeled away her clothing. In a sense, it also helped him not feel as small, as vulnerable as he allowed her to peer into his heart. "But then... After that first time with you, I could not bring myself to touch anyone else. I thought it was out of fear of betraying myself but there was something that I- at the time I hadn't realized it- picked up on. You were different. Maybe my wolf instincts picked up on it first, or maybe it came gradually but... You will never know how grateful I am to have you. And not because of our achingly hot sex." He said that last sentence with a smirk, a lighthearted spark shining in his eye for a moment. To deny the sex and the addiction they had developed to it was just as bad as denying the feelings that drove them together, still. But Damon had quickly understood that there were emotional factors that made it so hot to begin with. Their constant need to fuck one an other was fuelled by more than just basic animal lust but by things that lacked emotionally in their lives. By then, he had finished undressing her of her uniform, leaving her stockings and the rest of her lingerie. He climbed over her, stroking some of her wild curls out of her face and looking at her tenderly. "I thought I'd never hear those words for as long as I lived," he whispered a little timidly, as if shy to admit it had bothered him. He reached for the box of chocolates, playfully sprinkling rose petals on her bare stomach as he did, then propping a piece of sweet candy between his lips, pressing his mouth against hers to feed it to her.

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"Just put it in!"

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        Someone was getting impatient. Her hips continued to roll, thereby teasing his rock hard cock with her dripping wet folds, though she still did not shift to ‘put it in’ like he wanted her to, told her to. “But, Daddy..” The witch sighed as she started to rock even faster against him, hoping to drive him mad with the lack of friction and the heat that radiated from her hungry pussy. “You told me that your cock is mine, right?” She whispered to him, nuzzling his neck playfully. “That means I get to decide when I want to put it in, right?” Katerina moved her head again, gazing up into his eyes while she finally shifted, brushing the entrance of her core against the very tip of his throbbing dick. Fuck. She just needed him too badly to play for too long.

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        “But you said.. —” Katerina started to argue, though she did not say that much before she interrupted herself and threw the flower into the kettle. The young witch was one-hundred percent sure that he told them not to put it in there, but the harsh tone in his voice was enough to make her do it in the following second. Her eyes wandered over his face in the next, until she gulped and stared down at her book instead, attempting to seem as normal as possible since she knew that her and Miss Todd had all eyes on them in this moment. “Thank you, Professor.” She added half-heartedly, refusing to look at him again.

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"I know what I said..." he whispered back quickly before stalking off towards the other end of the class. He remained distracted throughout, glancing back at her and feeling guilty for the harsh tone that he had used, but it was not without good reason. Initially he'd simply echoed the instructions that the potions master had written down. But upon closer inspection he'd recognized the brew in question, and his hackles had risen, managing to stifle the feeling of panic. Funny how he was unafraid of all the magical aspects of the wizarding world, dark or otherwise, but in the face of what humans could be, could do to each other... The moment class ended he jumped towards her desk to intercept her. "Katerina please, I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound harsh... but I think that the potions master has grown suspicious, that brew was not what it was supposed to be."

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        Close your eyes. Katerina gave him a teasing expression, as if she doubted his sanity when he asked her to do that, right after he showed up in the corridor. A part of her wanted to ignore his words, wanted to step forward until she was in his space so she could press her lips against his mouth and let him distract her in all of the ways that he could — but she was not that foolish. Sometimes it seemed like the walls of this castle had their own eyes, their own ears and at this point, she made up her mind; All of this was acceptable, as long as it would not get him into trouble. Unfortunately, that meant that the two of them had to watch their every move wherever they were. Unless they met up in his locked office, or the forbidden forest in the middle of the night, which was still risky. “Where are we going?” The witch questioned, though she eventually gave into his request and let her eyes fall shut. A playful smirk built up on her lips when the Professor took her hand and started to lead her forward, yet she could not pretend that she was not confused at all. The Bulgarian student only joined Hogwarts a couple of months ago and she did not have a clue about all of the secrets that this place held, so it surely was not that surprising that she never heard about the Room of Requirements. Special places became well kept secrets, for the safety of the students if you wanted to believe the headmaster. Not like that stopped anyone from attempting to find and reveal them all.

        “You do realize that you are keeping me from my Astronomy lessons, Professor Salvatore?” She cooed to him as she let him lead her, forcing herself to keep her eyes tightly closed. Her remark was supposed to be a light tease, one that could hopefully make it easier for her to relax and stop her heart from pounding against her chest like this, but it was also a way to make this situation seem a little less suspicious, in case someone ran into them right now. A door closed behind them, startling her for one moment, but Katerina did not open her eyes to understand what was happening, or where they were going. The brunette was not someone who trusted easily, but the Professor already proved that he did not have any wrong intentions.

                       Well.. — at least not any wrong intentions that Katerina did not share with him.

        She could recognize the spell that he used and that certainly did not stop her heart from beating faster and faster, so Katerina inhaled a deep breath to try and steady herself. It was ironic and there was a chance that she was wrong, but somehow the witch felt like she was not the only one in this room who was a little nervous. Another thing that caused her heartbeat to pick up, because.. Why would he be nervous? “Okay.” She murmured softly and she did as he said, opening her eyes just for them to widen a second later. The first things that Katerina noticed were the bed and the rose petals, followed by the light of the candles that gave the giant room an incredible atmosphere. Her eyes wandered over the chest, though she could not see what was inside of it, and she shivered lightly when she spotted the cider and a box of chocolate. When did he find the time to do all of this? Yes, he was a wizard, but some of these things definitely did not work with spells. Katerina’s brown hues turned incredibly soft and she shook her head as she stared in awe, allowing a few seconds to pass until she turned and looked at him. God, it was a good thing that he could not know about the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach right now, or that the light of the candles made it harder to see how she blushed. “This is so wonderful.” She whispered, slowly brushing her full lips against his own lips.

        Wonderful was the understatement of the year, but Katerina did not have any words. Not for this.

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    He was glad that she complied with his request to close her eyes. Not that he didn't appreciate her spirit, or think that it was cute when she put up a fight, but he truly was impatient to show her, and anxious to see what her reaction would be. It was more than just about enjoying each other's company now, the eagerness to have each other's bodies to fulfill their addiction, having their fix, or to get that strongly emotional component they'd developed since early on. No, tonight Damon had prepared something very different, something that did not require him simply giving each other passionate intensity, he was giving a part of himself and showing a more vulnerable side. And that was without a doubt why he was so nervous: it was not like a new sex move or risky dirty talk that she may dislike. That was okay, because pleasure is pleasure. But this? If she did not like it he would feel genuinely bad, not necessarily offended but because he truly wanted to please her, make her feel special, and show her just how much she meant to her, how much he cared, far beyond their achingly hot sexcapades and pseudo-therapeutic daddy kink.  The professor smirked at the mention of Astronomy out of habit. "Maybe we should hurry then but that would be no fun... Still, Miss Petrova, I am very well informed about the fact you are the brightest pupil in that class and one missed period will not mar your record- or report card," he teased right back. Her startling caught his attention, feeling it in the twitch of her hand and out of reflex he glanced back at her over his shoulder, smiling to himself when she kept her eyes closed, and he silently gave her hand a little squeeze, meant as a wordless form of praise. It was more than simple satisfaction at her obedience, it was a true appreciation of her trust. Yes he had felt awful after that first time together, especially when he discovered it was her first time, period. He had not intended to abuse of his position of authority over his student, and they both had actively tried to stay away from one an other before inevitably being drawn back to each other. So, as illicit as their encounters were, it was reassuring to know that there was a level of trust and exchange between the two, of mutual respect and understanding.  His pulse rose once more as he felt the culminating point of his moment of truth, fast approaching. Especially as he noticed she was tense and nervous. He hoped there was some excitement in there too, rather than apprehension, but he softened up again when he heard the gentle agreement as he gave her permission to open her eyes and take a look at all the hard work he had put in, adoringly just for her. An equally adoring look shone in his eyes and he smiled as he kept his gaze trained on her face, watching her expression go from shock to softness, making her truly look like the young woman, the girl, that she was. It warmed him soul to see he had touched her heart and he couldn't help but feel a little pang of sadness at the idea that perhaps that was something that missed in her life- and not necessarily in a romantic manner. Not that he didn't already doubt it, based on her fondness for calling him 'Daddy', but it was different as well just to actually see it, in a non sexual context, the gentle, precious girl underneath the tough, groomed, excelling student act. But he made sure to show nothing but tenderness as she finally returned her eyes to his, immediately holding her close to him, wrapping his arms around her, in a manner that was protective, that he hoped would make her feel safe, kissing her back gently. For a moment he lost himself in the kiss, slowly rubbing her lower back as he suckled at her lower lip then broke away to pepper her neck with feathery light kisses as he whispered.                                       "I love you, Katerina."  Those words surprised even himself, it was not as though he had set up the situation just to say them but... It was true. He couldn't deny it, and it felt right to say it. Why hide it? Why deny it?

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Somewhere only we know.

        Could he possibly mean this? Katerina stared at the letter in her hands that her owl left her, just one moment ago, trying her hardest to keep her eyes on it instead of allowing them to wander to the table where all of the teachers sat. Including him, of course. Professor Salvatore was well aware of her full schedule; He mentioned it the very first time he told her to come into his office and there was not a doubt that he was also aware that it was not any different today. It simply would not stop her and it certainly did not seem to stop him either, so she eventually turned her head into his direction, waiting for those piercing blue eyes to meet her brown ones before she nodded her head. It was a light and quick movement, one that was meant for him, one that would not look suspicious to everyone else. It was hard not to stare at his face the entire time, to pretend that she did not know any more about him than the other students did, to keep herself from moving close to him whenever he checked up on her and her partner during his classes. So damn hard.

        And yet, the young witch turned out to be a fabulous actress, which made it easier — if only the slightest bit. “Aren’t you hungry?” The voice of her friend pulled her out of her thoughts and Katerina looked at her, shaking her head with a faint smile. “No.” If the Professor planned on doing what she expected him to, she would feel quite hungry in a while, but she could not tell anyone about this. Not even her closest friend. “Actually.. I am feeling a little sick. Could you excuse me?” Miss Todd gave her a tender smile and rubbed her arm as she agreed, so Katerina gave her a quick hug before she got up and rushed out of the Great Hall. He wanted to meet up with her soon and it was better if they did not leave at the same time.

        After just a few moments, the witch found her way to the corridor where she was supposed to meet him and she inhaled a deep breath to calm herself. It was silly, but lately he could intoxicate her with nervousness and she did not want to seem like a complete fool. He already knew that she was his fool anyways!

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        It had turned out to be more complicated than Damon had anticipated. While most of the time if they wanted to meet, all he had to do was summon her to her office, give her detention (which of course he did not put on her school record), let her come to him or... Meet up late at night in the forbidden forest, this was different. This was meant to be special, not just driven by pure lust and the need for intense fucking sessions. Though, along with that came additional complications surrounding the logistics of it. Thankfully, Damon had sought out the Room of Requirement which had answered his need, and over the last few days he had toiled to set it up exactly how he had wanted. He'd gotten a proper king bed, adorned with silk and satin, down pillows and a real duvet. He'd gotten candles, including a few scented ones for atmosphered, at the foot of the bed a huge chest filled with what he considered she'd agree were delightful treasures. At the last minute he'd also included sweet sparkling cider and gotten her a box of the finest chocolates he could afford. And though he didn't want to seem cheesy, it was one case where going the extra mile mattered because it showed how much he cared and how much effort he was willing to put into her. It's easy to make a purchase. Spending time is a lot harder, and it was the work of a couple of days of going there whenever he had a moment alone. To finish off his handiwork, he sprinkled rose petals.  Now, he waited anxiously, watching carefully as the few owls who had night time deliveries, dropped their letters over the dinner table. Looking down the Slytherin row, he caught her eye briefly and the way she nodded slightly. He knew it was intended for him, not exactly how but there was no doubt in his mind about it. Perhaps he should have waited a bit but he was impatient to show her, and he was afraid that he would've missed her by the time dinner was over. It would have seemed a lot more suspicious if he had sought her out afterwards. Still they had to remain subtle, and he continued the light hearted chatter with his coworkers until he saw a moment, sometime after Katerina had gone, to leave as well. His feet couldn't carry him fast enough to the location where he'd asked her to meet, smiling as he saw her waiting there. It was tempting to embrace her and kiss her right there, but one could never be too cautious in this castle, so he simply smiled at her. "Close your eyes," he asked before the entrance revealed itself and he took her hand to lead her in, immediately casting an extra privacy spell for good measure. Waving his wand to light the candles, he steadied himself not wanting to seem nervous before he was finally ready. "Okay, open them."

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Couldn't Save My Immoral Soul ♔

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        Was that sadness that showed in his blue eyes when he broke their kiss? Katerina did not have the chance to see his face for too long, until he pressed her body tightly against his own, but she believed that he looked sad and it confused her. Everything about this confused her, because none of it was easy — and the witch could not lie; She was used to ‘easy’. Her life was far from that, but she knew how to adapt. She knew how to make use of her beauty, how to say the right words in the right moment. It was easy for her to get the other students, even the teachers, to believe her words, whether they were the truth or a lie. But he was different. Katerina did not know what to say to him, she could not lead him on to get the things that she wanted, because passing her exam and having some great sex were not the only things that mattered. It was him that she wanted and it irritated her. It was rare for her to feel the need to be close to someone, even more so for her to let someone hold her the way he held her. The two of them did not talk about emotions or anything that referred to their private lives, but she got the sense that he understood. He knew that there was a twisted reason for the nickname that she gave him, didn’t he? It would surprise her if he sincerely doubted that it was not just about sexual bliss; Katerina was not one who had a problem with breaking the rules, after all.

        But there was still a chance that this was a problem for him. For so many different reasons.

        In the end, she could not be sure if he wanted her body or if he wanted her and even if he did want her, that did not mean that he would risk his job for this. Katerina did not seem to know a thing and while she did not want to accuse him of using her, it was her insecurity that was talking — and it was also her insecurity that stood right in her way when he brushed his thumb over her cheekbone as he asked her to speak to him. Speak. The witch forced herself to swallow the humorless laugh that threatened to escape her lips; No one ever asked her to speak to them. Particularly not with a hint of pain and affection in their voices. Her full lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but not a single word left them. She only inhaled a deep breath, one that started to get shaky once the Professor slipped his hand under her skirt and gave her ass a light squeeze. How was she supposed to focus on words now? Professor Salvatore knew what his touch could do to her and the fact that she stayed away from him for days now was not exactly making this easier. Just like the visible bulge in his pants did not. Brown hues shot up to the blue ones and her tongue slipped out to lick her lips before she made the second attempt to say something, after she pressed her body even closer to his and she wrapped her arms around his neck so she could play with the ends of his dark hair. “I — ” God, there were a million things she could say, but.. which one was the right one? For one moment, Katerina simply closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest, inhaling his scent. She could not lie, or play pretend. It was so obvious, was it not? “I like this.” It was lame, but what could he expect from a seventeen year old, slightly damaged girl? “Not just this.” She added as she pulled away, shooting him a quick look before she crashed her lips back against his, one of her legs moving up to his waist. 

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        It seemed, the further he looked from the facade she'd put up for everyone else, and the more he discovered just how deeply her wounds ran under the surface. She seemed almost confused by his display of emotion, the hurt in his eyes before when she avoided him, and the sadness now, at wondering about the nature of her feelings, and the difficulty of their situation. No, he wasn't ready to risk everything by coming clean about it but he was unwilling to give her up. She had less than a year to go before she graduated, even less before she turned 18, and then they would be free to do as they pleased. It may have seemed like a farfetched or kitschy context, and Damon was by no means able to claim to have the idea profile for the relationship type but... He couldn't really explain away the intensity of what he had with Katerina, what he felt for her and maybe in some sense that was a form of karma. Maybe that's what life had decided that it would take to make him understand the high stakes the women and girls he'd had, played with, and the blatant disregard he'd had for that at the time. He wasn't exactly the get married and settle down type, he wasn't even really the dating time, but he'd never been afraid of the concept of rolling out the red carpet for someone he liked. He just hadn't really encountered anyone he'd liked that much. But there was no doubt in his mind now, if there had been any trace before:                                                           He was crazy about Katerina. Looking at her now, he held his breath waiting, trying to read her features. He saw uncertainty- no, was it insecurity? Some confusion and definite surprise. For whatever reason she did not expect him to ask her to speak. To ask her how she felt or what she thought and somehow that broke his heart a little for this girl. He had no doubts, even before the first time she called him Daddy that this girl had issues at home and in her emotional life. This only cemented it in his mind, and his face grew softer as he kept stroking the junction of her ass and thigh, as well as her cheekbone. A wave of tenderness and protectiveness surged inside of him and for a moment he almost forgot about the dull throb in his trousers. Their eyes met and he saw the way they flickered as she thought, really thought about his question, a light shiver running down his spine as she pressed her body into his and played with the ends of his hair, causing him to smile gently. His hand slid to her hair, fingers combing through it as she buried her face in his chest. Damon relaxed, parting his lips to speak again as she finally answered in a way that was so... typical of her and her age group in general, but before he could do so, she was crashing their lips together again and his body took over his mind. His grip on her tightened and he pressed himself against hers, rocking his hips slightly for relief as their bodies desperately grappled for one another, starved for each other's touch, too long denied. He slowly pushed her towards the wall until she was pinned against it, hiking one of her legs up around his hips. Pushing his tongue between her lips he sought out her own, stroking it insistently, as if wanting to lose himself in her and in many ways he did. The hand previously at her ass dipped between her legs from behind, tracing lightly over her panties as he rubbed his erection even harder into her.

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Hey guys so I just thought I'd let you lovely people know I have started a full time job so my activity is going to be even more sporadic than before. I know I haven't done asks or gif chats or anything other than paras with Kitty Kate and I'm really sorry to those I owe replies to but I'm also going through a very difficult time emotionally, it's actually heartbreaking in more ways than one. I also don't know how long it'll take me to settle into my new rhythm. Both days of training were exhausting enough that between the time I got home and the time I got to work the next day I only had a couple of hours to myself. Pretty sure I forgot to feed my dog her dinner last night actually. Certainly didn't feed myself! For these reasons I am not going to be taking any more plot requests at the moment.

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Couldn't Save My Immoral Soul ♔

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        Why did he get so tense, the moment she placed her small hands on his back? Or better yet; Why did Katerina expect him to show a different reaction to her touch? One night she called him names that made it seem like she let him close, the next day she used every hidden corridor to stay the hell away from him. It was not the Professor who started to act like this — it was her. She caused the distance between them, but she could not fight the insecurity that started to fill her with each moment that passed. He did not say a word, he did not even answer her question and the witch inhaled a deep breath before she forced herself to open her eyes. Maybe she already knew the reason for his silence and he just wanted her to leave his classroom. Maybe it had not been wrong to tell herself that she could not feel for him and he thought about it like that as well. Her stomach fluttered and her muscles relaxed since she leaned against his strong body, but the things that felt so good to her did not necessarily feel good to him. Right? Was there really a chance that all of the signs were there and she did not have the required experience to see them? The mere thought caused a lump to build up inside of her throat and she attempted to swallow around it, but she failed miserably. God, she should not be such an naive little fool. The reason for the pain on her teacher’s handsome face was probably an entirely different one and if he missed her, it was probably because their sex had not been so bad.

                         But why did it feel so wrong to think that? Was she right, or just selfish?

        Katerina glanced down once he straightened out, still not saying a single word or making another move. Was that the hint? She licked her lips before she parted them to say something, but nothing came out. Anything that she could say in this moment would only make her feel like an idiot and honestly, she already felt like that. It was time to go, to distract herself with homework until she had to attend the Astronomy lesson tonight. One second passed, two seconds, but nothing happened and it was enough for her to make a decision. The young witch was not one who gave up on things when she wanted them, but Damon Salvatore was her Professor. She could not fight, or pout like a spoiled princess until he gave her what she wanted. — But then it happened; She was about to pull away as he finally spun around, wrapping his arm around her lower back and her waist, so he could pull her closer to his body and press her against his chest. The weirdest emotions seemed to mix in Katerina’s chocolate brown eyes and they studied his own with an indescribable intensity, until their lips collided in a passionate kiss. It betrayed every thought that she had forced herself to think, but she could not seem to care. Not while she finally pressed her body as closely against his as she wanted to and not while she kissed him so hungrily, as if those last days starved her. There was no doubt that the two of them would go to hell for this, but so be it. Right now, the feeling of his mouth upon her own was the only heaven that Katerina truly wanted.. and she had a feeling that it would not change so soon. 

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    Right or wrong seemed like such an arbitrary concept at times. Even if he could rationalize why it was wrong to hold his student in such an intimate way and kiss her as passionately as he was, sucking her tongue into his mouth and massaging it with his own, it didn't erase the part that felt right. He understood very well why the rules they were breaking were in place, to avoid situations where someone like him could decide to abuse of his power. It was to protect someone like her from the clutches of the wrong hands. But they were different. An exception. And on some level it killed him to know it'd be seen as wrong. Even if he could admit some aspects were twisted, there was a difference between something twisted and something wrong. And it is not that two wrongs made a right, but they started out with relatively good intentions, and they carry on with the same. Yes there is a part of it that is selfish and addictive pleasure, the sexual aspect was, in nature, undeniably something base. But it segued for them into something more, something that gave them more than physical relief, and contributed to them in an emotional manner, tending to needs they may not even have known they had. Damon cared, and he knew it surfaced in a twisted manner, but that didn't make his feelings any less true.                    Still, he had to wonder if she felt the same or if she was using him. He eventually broke the kiss and held her tightly against himself, silent for a moment, then an other, until he finally pulled away to look down at her, a look midway between sadness, and cautious relief in his piercing blue gaze. "Katerina..." His voice trailed off for a moment, distracted by her velvet gaze and he lifted one hand to her cheek, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. His voice dropped to a whisper. "Speak to me, babygirl," as the quiet plea he uttered, his tone laced with affection, and traces of hurt still. His other hand meanwhile brushed down to her ass, sliding under her skirt and squeezing her soft flesh firmly. His words were short and he didn't expand on them, trusting that she would understand the implied questions, his desire to understand. What happened? Did I do anything to hurt you? Do you not feel the same way about me as I do towards you? All of these to name but a few of the dozens rushing through his head. ANd it was beginning increasingly difficult to focus on them, his body, and his inner wolf responding almost automatically to her proximity, the prolonged starvation making it near impossible to control his beastly impulse. The desire to bend her over a desk and pin her down to burry himself inside her and make her cry out that he was her daddy was giving him a painful hard on, and he took a shaky breath to steady himself.

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Couldn't Save My Immoral Soul ♔

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        The deep brown eyes of the young witch stayed right on the ground, as if another person glued them there, but somehow it did not seem to make this situation easier. It did not distract her from the fact that the two of them were alone, or that his mere presence caused her heart to flutter just a little faster inside of her chest. It did not change that his scent filled the room and threatened to cloud her senses and it certainly did not allow her to suppress each and every pull that she felt toward him. Katerina tried to remind herself that avoiding him had to be for the best, but how could ‘the best’ feel so wrong? The brunette felt stupid for her own thoughts, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not convince herself that she thought wrong. It was impossible to deny that she did not only miss the sex — even the Professor had to know, or at least guess, that much. She simply did not know what to do. He was her teacher, after all. It was not like she could go ahead and confess that she enjoyed being close to him. Could she? In the end she did not seem like the only one who did not like the whole avoidance game. Professor Salvatore was older than her, more experienced than her and he would also be in far more trouble than her, yet he could not hide the hint of pain that filled his ice blue eyes.

         And seeing that kind of pain, knowing that it was very likely that she was the cause stung.

        Katerina heard him swallow, but it was not until he talked about lies and insincere apologies that the brunette tore her eyes from the ground and forced herself to look at him. He seemed to be in control of himself; Like a Professor who made sure that his student did a proper job, but was he really? The witch bit down on her bottom lip and she lowered her head yet again, though she did not look away from him this time, watching him as he examined her work. She hated that look on his face, his clenched jaw.. and as much as it scared her, Katerina could not stop herself from stepping forward until she stood right behind him. How many days had passed since she leaned against him and realized that she started to need more than simple pleasure? She was not entirely sure, but it did not even matter. Days could not stop her from inhaling a deep breath before she placed both of her hands on his back as she started to lean against his strong body. “But I am sorry, Professor.” Katerina breathed, allowing her eyes to close for one second — she only was not sorry about the things she apologized for. “Is that clean enough? I tried my best..” She added quietly and she finally pressed her cheek a little tighter to his body, in spite of everything that she tried to get away from him during the last days.

        She just missed having him close. Katerina could say whatever the hell she wanted to say;

                                                                                                                             She still missed him.

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       Though he inspected carefully, Damon didn't find anything that she seemed to have missed.On some level he had probably hoped she'd botched, just to keep her longer, just to have something to tell her to do. Not that he wanted to force her to be around him or speak out to him about what had happened, but... He could no longer tell if he suffered more from being away from her, or from being close to her, these days. It was ridiculous, and he kept trying to tell himself that although he was attached to her and cared for her, it was in a manner that was mostly appropriate. He cared about all of his students, though he was capable of admitting that with Katerina it went further, pushing into the realm of seeing and understanding her personal fractures, and deprived emotional needs from her home life. He was an adult, and capable of facing the facts that indeed, he held a certain affection and tenderness for her that was perhaps a bit more than deemed permissible for a teacher towards his pupil. But what was certainly true is that this wasn't just or even primarily about sex. It wasn't a question of using or exploiting her to have sex, in fact after the first incidence he did everything not to think about it, mentally berating himself on the regular. It wasn't until their encounter in the forest that suddenly things seemed to start clicking in place for him. Perhaps having been a wolf, his beast got him better attuned to how he really felt.                                ...But while he accepted all this, he also acknowledged that things could get messy, where the dreaded L word was involved. His breath hitched as he heard her approaching him, felt her warmth. He didn't know whether to pull away (because would he be able to resist touching her for any length of time?) or simply carry on as he had before. He didn't say anything but every muscle in his body became unbelievably tense, like a bow being strung. His inner wolf yearned for her, trying to encourage him into turning around and pulling her into his arms tightly to kiss her neck and satisfy his need for her, that need which was clearly so much more than sexual, even if it was a powerful one too. He lost his focus on his examination and he straightened out when he felt her hands on his back, growing perfectly still. This time, the tone in her voice was sincere when she apologized but Damon knew instantly that it wasn't about the mess. His heart pounded in his chest furiously, unsure how to feel about it, and even as she asked if she'd done a good job he remained mute. But then she leaned against him, seeking him, his comfort and his strength. No, he could not find any words, but he suddenly turned around, moving fast, as if he were afraid she'd suddenly disappear; encircling her waist and lower back in one arm, he pulled her body close against his, and pressed her head against his chest, leaning down to kiss her deeply, feverishly.

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Couldn't Save My Immoral Soul ♔

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        How was it possible for a mind to spin the way that her own started to? Ever since the Potions Master gave her detention, Katerina could not seem to be able to find some rest and while she knew why, she was not entirely sure how to stop it. She started to avoid the Professor, hid his incredible present under her bed and tried to tell herself that it would be for the best if she forgot about all of the things that happened, but it did not seem to work the way that she expected it to. How was she supposed to forget that he made her feel so safe, a feeling that she barely ever felt? How was she supposed to ignore that she loved everything that he taught her, even though she should not have slept with her teacher in the first place? The truth was; It happened. They broke the rules and pushed themselves too far, but instead of dealing with the consequences of any of it, Katerina pretended to be able to run away from herself. Both of them would get in an awful mess if someone found out about the three nights that they spent together — they just could not start to have feelings for each other.

        And yet she was not only hungry for him and the way he pleased her. Katerina missed him.

        It was the painful reality that hit her day by day, particularly during his own classes. The young witch kept her eyes on everything that was not his face, or his body in general, and she rushed out the moment the lesson ended, but today she was not so lucky. It would be impossible to answer if it was her own fault, or if it was her friend who caused this mess, but the result was still the same; They made a mess. She lowered her head when the Professor told them to clean it up, but she did not hesitate one single second until she started. Katerina wanted to get out of here, but frankly she was not that lucky either. In the blink of an eye her friend rushed out of the classroom, calling that she had to get to her detention task before it got worse for her and just when she finished she heard the click of the door and the familiar voice behind her. Katerina inhaled a deep breath and tried to give him a friendly smile as she turned to face him, cursing the feeling that burned in her lower stomach as she forced herself to look at him. “Yes, Professor, her time schedule has been a little hectic today.” She explained before she took one step to the side to let him see that she was done — a lame attempt to avoid his piercing blue eyes. “But everything is clean again, we are sorry that the spell went wrong.” Not really, but she knew how her attitude could make him lose his temper, which would be.. bad.

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      Surely, eternal damnation was preferable to this. The way she would not meet his eyes even as she spoke to him. And surely he was already doomed, the feeling of being hurt was an indication of that. Maybe his sentence had already begun. Her smile did nothing to balm over the wound, and he clenched his jaw the slightest bit, as he tried to ignore the fact they were alone for the first time in what seemed to have felt like forever. He tried to suppress his body's natural reaction to her and being around her, how his heart would start beating with more vigour, blood pumping furiously through his veins, how his mind would immediately jump back to the things they had already done and said. But unlike before, he didn't have the rush of anticipation to fuel his arousal, and he was grateful for that, if only for the fact that if he were to get a little too hot, he knew she would notice. And he wasn't exactly sure of what had been going on in her head. No, he didn't understand why she had pulled away and started to avoid him, even if he tried to tell himself it might be for the best.                        Not that the Law has always been a reference for what is "better". "I see..." he wasn't too pleased to hear that, and she should have known fully well that staying after class to clean up a mess would not penalize her. It wasn't exactly fair to leave Katerina alone to clean after her. He clenched his jaw again when she offered an insincere apology. Just like that first day where things crossed the line. He swallowed hard, and responded in a quiet but even tone. "I thought I had told you not to lie to me. Insincere apologies are worthless for me." He walked past her without adding anything else, to inspect the damage that had been done, and the subsequent picking up by Miss Petrova. Not that he doubted her, much the opposite he knew she could be quite dedicated and perfectionist in the things she did, but the fact of the matter was, he knew she didn't really want to be here to begin with. And he wouldn't have put it past her to try and get away as quickly as possible.