Emery & Damon

[Alexander]

Damon moved slow, fixing the tie in the mirror. He wasn't too prepared for this day, but he also wasnt going to act out, either. He decided against the jacket and rolled the sleeves on his shirt, buttoning them up at his forearm. His mind traveled to different things as he got ready, daydreaming about how much he could drink tonight as well as wondering just how he could keep himself away from Emery long enough before she went ballistic on him. He smirked to himself in the mirror, running his fingers through his hair to make it puffy, and them spritzed a little cologne on him. Even though his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, he had unfortunately done everything that he possibly could, putting this wedding off until the last second.

But now it was time. He was to be at the altar in a couple minutes and she would soon follow along with those she chose as bridesmaids and their flower girls. The wedding was going to be broadcasted on television, the highlight of the century. It wasnt every day the crown prince was to be married off, much less to a girl who held no power to her name, but Damon knew exactly who Emery was. With growing up together, they had both done their fair share of pushing one another down and making them cry. As they grew older, he took to his books and studies during the day, but his personality was different at night. Stuck to keeping a low profile, Damon went by a different name and would always have himself look different when he went to the underground boxing network. Since many of them down there did it without any repercussions, it was a relaxed environment with the occasional losing teeth, bleeding, and being ran to the hospital for a possible concussion.

He took a deep breath, double checking that he looked okay, and tucked the little pink and white flower bundle in his pocket. He walked smoothly with his head up, saying a polite hello to the news reporters but nothing more. They wanted the details of his marriage; if it was staged or not; how he knew her. Even though her reputation was just as horrid as her personality towards him, he would never, and will continue to never, disrespect or talk ill about her to anyone. In his mind, it was different. He was blinded by cameras when he stepped in, but just like he had since he was a child, he walked straight on with a smile on his face. He would show them their charming side, and later on when everyone had departed, he would become more relaxed.

He stood next to the podium, hands tucked into his pockets. While he waited patiently, he could see his mother beaming with pride and his dad as emotionless as ever, but his siblings all sat next to them with their own children. On the other side, Emery's parents were there along with the rest of her family that was invited, and he gave them each a warm smile. It was the least he could do since his parents were both close. The music started and one by one the flower girls came out, littering the walkway with rose petals of two different colours. They moved with grace, hair curled and big grins, and followed right after them was her bridesmaids and his groomsmen. His best friend was chosen as his best man, and once he was up there, he gave Damon a hug of congratulations. If only he knew.

Finally, who he had been waiting for finally stepped out. The veil covered her face, but he could still make out the little nose and the lips that were turned into a frown. She didnt want to be here as much as he did, and he suddenly felt guilty for her having to do this. The dress, clinging to her body in all the right ways, had instantly made him have issues in his pants but he ignored it, waiting until she was standing before him to smile. His hands moved slow, pushing the veil back, and then he ran his fingers over her cheeks affectionately.

"Ready to do this, Emmy?"

[jubaleecruze]

The mirror looking back at the bride to be was pristine. It had to be cleaned once a day at the very least. Emery had expected it to be an antique mirror, one with cracks that exposed the wood backing behind and were frosted on the edges to distort the image. This was not one of those antiques. Emery's eyes narrowed on the girl staring back at her. Her wedding gown was simple and elegant, it had a form fitting torso that fanned out right around her hips. The arms and fabric right above her bust line were lace with the back cut out in an oval shape to expose her bare and perfectly tanned skin. To be honest, the dress didn't go on easy. At first, one of the girls ushered into help get the dress on was almost sent to the emergency room, but someone stepped in just in time to catch the punch the clearly upset bride was about to throw. Two other hand maidens tried to do the same thing, all ending with similar results. The only thing that got her in the dress was the threat of bringing her father into the room.

A professional had been called into the room to do her make up hair and nails. The make up was done and aimed for a more natural look, not a look she normally did. Blonde hair had been touched up a few days prior so her roots matched the rest of her head and then it was styled so it cascaded down her back and shoulders in long waved curls. Nails were painted white to match the dress she wore and she was given a final look over before the veil was added to her head.

This wedding was one Emery knew she would regret, but had no choice in the matter. Any other girl would have been far happier in her shoes. Marrying a Prince who was next in line to be King would get any girl excited. Esmeralda was not happy though. She knew her future husband too well. Their fathers were friends and she grew up around Damon. They constantly were pushing each others buttons as children, even into adulthood if she was being honest. Not to mention how drastically different the paths they took were. Damon had studied a lot and took his role in life with grace and dignity. Emery, on the other hand, was a rebellious child. She fought anyone who dared show her disrespect or contempt. Anything she could do to make her fathers life a living hell. James claimed the marriage was 'to make sure she had a man who could provide for her.' Emery knew it was to get back at her for everything she had done. Though the 'providing' tactic was a pretty good cover since a Prince should be able to do that pretty dammed well.

Esmeralda was ushered into a car where cameras couldn't try to get a sneak peak of her dress and then taken to the chapel where the ceremony was to be held. When the car door opened for her lights began flashing left and right, suddenly she had ben thrilled to have the veil take some of the impact from her eyes. Emery knew this was to be televised and she wasn't too keen on that. Her name had been everywhere, her full name. It wasn't that she didn't like her name, Esmeralda, it was simply that she preferred Emery. Esmeralda was also only used when she was being punished or yelled at by her father, so it made the entire experience feel like a punishment.

The walk into the building was easy, she had been handed a bouquet of white roses and pink tulips and her niece and sister-in-law were preceding her. Emery would have much rather he best friend, Riley, be walking with her, but Riley wasn't even allowed to step foot within a hundred feet of the chapel. When her friend of fifteen years found out she was engaged without her choice, she had put up just as much of a fight as Emery did. Finally Damon came into sight under her veil and she groaned to herself. He had been relatively kind the entire process while she had mostly been a complete ass. Emery had been well aware that neither one wanted this to happen, but she did not plan on going down without a fight. In return of him not saying anything ill willed about Emery to press, she returned the favor by mostly pretending he didn't exist when they tried to get her for secrets. That or they got very loudly cussed at.

Emery was shortly handed off to Damon by her father and she stood before him. Brown eyes stayed down until he puled the veil off her face and looked at her with compassion in his eyes. It wasn't something she was used to seeing from him. When his fingers brushed her cheeks she almost started to cry realizing waht was happening. Her teeth bit her tongue and her eyes set to keeping her head clear. Her chest made a large motion as she breathed deeply.

"Lets not start this marriage off on a lie, Damon. We both know neither of us want to be here." Emery's voice was exasperated and her eyes glanced over at her father for a split second before settling back into Damons face, "This will move swifter if we accept that." Her words were spoke through a fake smile, she planned to fool the media so long as he did, though charming was not her strong suit.

Small hands pulled Damons from her face and settled them into her own at roughly his waist level. The priest began his words and Emery repeated as requested, listened as expected, and followed all the instructions given to her until she was finally asked to say the two words she most dreaded, 'I do.'

[Alexander]

He couldn't help but to smirk. She wasnt wrong, no. Neither of them wanted to do this. But he also wasnt going to torment her and make her life a living Hell just because of it. Before his hands could be pulled away from hers, he lowered his head towards her ear, his voice as soft as a whisper. "You act like I'm going to hurt you. You'll be kept out of the media as much as I can make it, Emmy."

Then he was pulled away, hands meeting hers, and he repeated each line that he was given. Emery had done the same, but he could see just how much pain she was in by having to do so. While she spoke, he bit the inside of his cheek and stared at his eyes, knowing he was the one to make her this upset. Well, not him exactly. More so his father and hers. Hed make it up to her tonight, he decided. Make sure she at least had one happy moment on this day. He was told that he was able to kiss her, and he lowered his head back to her ear. "I have somewhere to take you tonight. Dress comfortably, will you?"

His lips were on hers after that, his eyes closing while he cradled her head in his hands. Every part of him burned with the touch of her, but he kept himself composed and moved away, pulling the veil back over her face so once the cameras went off, shed be covered. He knew his father was displeased at it, the glare meant to ruffle Damon into being submissive, but he only smiled at the press and took her hand in his, fingers curling protectively. He made sure to keep her as blocked as he could, glare enough to scare the reporters as they tried to take shots of her. He held the door open, helping her get in, and then slammed it shut right behind him.

"Bunch of damn vultures," he muttered.

-

It was a little close to midnight when everyone fell asleep. He had made sure Emmy was as comfortable as could be, even telling her that her friend was welcome to join along if she wanted. He wouldn't fight with her on anything but her coming along. She at least needed to know he wasnt that uptight prince thatd make her dress prissy and walk with grace. He left his glasses on the desk in their room, formal pants discarded for basketball shorts, and he swapped the button down for a black shirt that hugged his body. He had hid his figure for most of his life after he started his training, and it almost amused him when Emmy walked out and did a double take. He pulled the beanie over his head and wrapped his knuckles, leaning on the desk while he waited.

"Hope you dont mind, Emmy, but Chris will be tagging along."

And right on cue, the boy stepped in after knocking, dressed similar to Damon.

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Emery had to fight every bone in her body to keep from snarling at Damon when he said he was taking her somewhere. Dressing comfortable, now that was something she could do. Ears filled her body with his words as he spoke appropriately and she wished there was a way she could get out of this entire situation. There wasn't. The attractive man she now was wed to leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Kissing was easy for Emery, she had kissed lots of guys, so if anything she could make this at least look real and desired. She placed one hand on his neck to show 'interest' but it was a loose gesture that quickly moved when he pulled away.

The veil put back over her face brought a small wave of peace to Emery so she could relax her features from trying to place the 'happy bride.' Her hand was in his and she felt how much stronger his grip was than hers and the feelings that were behind it. His utterance in the car made her do a small snort in laughter.

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Parties were one of Emery's favorite things. She had gotten hammered, if were being completely honest, and the alcohol was in her system still when midnight came and she only vaguely remembered Damon wanted to take her out. Comfortable wear for Emery on a summer night consisted of sweats hat settled low on her hips and a shirt that covered no portion of her stomach. When she was out of her dress and finally in normal clothes, she felt a lot more relaxed. Her hair was pulled back into a tail that sat just off center.

Seeing the prince she grew up around in a form fitting shirt that exposed muscles she never knew he had made her step back for a second and really analyze what was going on. Finally she concluded this was in fact the same man she agreed to marry hours earlier and stepped fully into the room. Emery had to text her best friend where to meet since she wasn't allowed anywhere near Emery for what was supposed to be the first few weeks of being married. Nothing would stop her from seeing Riley though.

When another boy entered the room as if he was given a buzzer, Emery turned on her heels to look at the guy who seemed familiar to her. It was the same man that stood at the alter beside Damon. A smile began to slowly creep up on Emery's face, it had a rather seductive vibe to it.

"Hey big guy," her voice was as low and honied as the alcohol could make it and still sound attractive. She stood facing him and got close, slowly walking her fingers up his chest, examining his frame as she did so, finally settling her eyes onto his.

[Alexander]

Damon couldn't help but to quirk an eyebrow at Emmy, watching the way she did her damn best to seduce his best friend. Although Chris wouldn't necessarily harm her in any form, he still gripped her wrists and pried her off of him. "As much as I appreciate the gesture, I'm also a married man," he spoke, handing her over to Damon. He snickered, wrapping a protective arm around her, and his lip curled up into a small smile.

"Really, Emmy?" He teased. "I hope you sober up fast, princess. Where we're going, it's best that you arent drunk."

He still held a firm grip on her side even when she tried to leave, glancing down at her every now and then as he made his way downstairs. Chris's car was pulled to the front, hidden in the shadows, and he clicked the button twice to unlock it. He put Emery in the back, buckling the belt much to her disagreement, and leaned over to stare into her eyes. "Let's get this straight, Emmy," he whispered. "You and I might not like the situation, but you are still mine. I feel bad for the poor guy you try to seduce tonight."

He smirked, fully ready to tease, and leaned down to kiss her. She tasted of liquor and something sweet, and pulling her lip between his teeth, he bit. "Try to behave. I'm really not as bad as you claim for me to be."

Shutting the door, he took the passenger seat, hands resting on top of his head as they drove, meeting at the location that Emery had given Riley. The car ride was silent other than Emery's fumes that came out of her mouth, amusing him even when they stopped to pick her up. He spent most of the ride not talking, only letting Chris know where to go, and he stared out of the window as the trees surrounding the castle slowly disappeared to rolling hills and waves. They'd have to go miles away so he wasnt noticed, but even then Damon made sure to separate his Prince appearance and his normal one as to not cause issues.

Now that they were here, he grabbed Emery's hand and kept her to him even before she could protest, leaning down to look at her. "If you're not careful, you'll probably be hurt. And it would be a shame if I have to unintentionally kick someone's ass, dont you think?" Before she could respond, he let her go, keeping right behind the two girls so they couldn't leave. His arms stayed crossed over his chest, eyeing each man that looked at Emery in curiosity and much more, and pulled out a chair for her to sit down in.

"I'll get the drinks. Emmy, is there anything you or Riley want specifically?"

[jubaleecruze]

When Emery's advances where declined and her wrists handed off to Damon, she frowned. Emery had glanced down and saw no wedding ring on the mans finger, but she didn't protest his claims. Considering the new appearance of her husband, she figured where they were going meant keeping a few things about your life a secrete. Being held in Damons arms as they exited the castle in silence kept the same frown on her face. Every time she had tried to pull herself away from his grasp, it ended poorly. He was far to fast for her inebriated body. Emery gave up and let him guide her to the car.

Emery was about to put her own seatbelt on when Damon leaned in and did it for her, a huff of air escaped her lips is protest. "You'd be a fool to think I won't try," she snorted out as their eyes stayed on one another, she was not one to back down from a staring contest. Their lips met for the second time that day but she didn't reciprocate this one. The bite on her lip however, sent a warm sensation through her body and her eyes blazed with a moment of desire. "I never claimed you to be bad, Damon. Just not my type."

He wasn't listening much anymore, she knew it, though it didn't keep her from being a bitch. Riley finally entered the car and a smile hit the new brides face. The two got to talking as the drive went on. Every once and a while she would glance up at Damon and Chris, but mostly kept to the back with her best friend. The long drive only half sobered up Emery, but she was far more cognitive than she had been at the beginning of the drive.

Damons comment about fighting someone if she got hurt sent daggers from her eyes to his. Emery prided her self on her independence from needing a mans protection. Granted this wasn't so much protection as it was claiming property. "I'd pay money to see you kick ass," She spoke sarcastically and looked at Riley who had a wide eyed expression, though he didn't even wait for a response, he just ushered her and her friend along, staying behind them.

Emery sat down when he pulled the chair out and thought intently on what she wanted for a drink. "Anything with a high alcohol percentage will suffice." She said and leaned back casually in the chair, Riley just asked for water. When Damon finally left, Emery began searching the crowd. Her eyes looked from one man to another, trying to find one she liked. It didn't take long before one came and sat down beside her. Their chairs were close and Emery kept her hands on him in all the right ways. Eventually she wound up on the mans lap, holding conversation with Riley and him.

Damon had finally returned and she looked at the two drinks in his hand and frowned. "One of those better be vodka," she said with a sharp look in her eye, not even minding her current location int he mans lap was not where Damon last left her.

[Alexander]

Damon ordered the drinks, tapping his foot as he waited. He watched Emery's eyes look around, looking for someone she could sink her claws into, and he clenched his jaw at the sight of a man sitting next to her. The bartender only whistled underneath his breath, leaning over the counter. "Poor guys gonna die, eh?"

He took the drinks without another comment, handing Riley hers and then stared hard at Emmy. His wife. His eyes blazed into the mans, checking for a fault. He saw him visibly gulp when Damon handed the glass over, his body following. He was a little taller than the man who thought he could claim his wife, eyes narrowing, and he felt Emery's breath when he was close. The man stared back at him, not sure what to do, but his hand twitched and traveled up the length of Emery's thigh, and thats all it took for Damon to snap. He grabbed her wrists, not hard enough to hurt her, and pulled her away quicker than she could comprehend and into Chris's arms. The man in front of him gulped, hands shaking, and the entire area went silent when he crashed to the floor from Damon's hit.

"You ready had to go and be a tease, didnt you?" He asked, looking at Emery. "I really didn't want to kick someone's ass outside of the ring, but if I have to..."

He shrugged and slammed his foot hard enough into the man's stomach that he turned on his knees and threw up, giving Damon the perfect opportunity to grasp the back of his neck and force his face into the ground. The puke mixed with the blood that flowed from every possible direction on his face, and when he was satisfied that the man wouldn't stand, he looked over at his wife with hard eyes. "Next time, Emmy, if you want someone to get an ass beating just ask. I told you that you're mine; dont make me repeat myself."

He turned away then, pulling the new wrap out of his pocket and changed the bandages. He didnt want that man's blood on him, much less get it on his clothes, and he was the first to step onto the platform that was in the middle of the room, waiting patiently for someone to challenge him.

[jubaleecruze]

Being thrown into Chris’ arms so suddenly caused Emery to stumble on her way over. The only thing keeping her standing on her wobbly feet was Chris himself. When she caught her footing she tried to pull herself from Chris’ arms, but she couldn’t get her body away from his grasp. The more she fought him, the more he resisted. Brown eyes stared hard at Damon, rage burning deep inside her stomach. She didn’t care too much for this guy that got slammed into the ground. He was a stranger to her, and it did her conscious no harm when he got slammed to the ground. The anger that burned in her was because she never saw herself as Damon’s or he as hers. As true as it was, it was a bitter pill for her to swallow.

When the once attractive man was vomiting and bleeding on the floor gave up, she tried yet again to free herself from Chris to no avail. Emery looked over at Riley who was sipping the glass of water with her eyes wide and eyebrows up, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Emery knew that he didn’t want this as much as she didn’t. Probably more. Her personality was just far more out spoken that his was. She knew he was trying to make the process as painless as possible on her, and she kept making it worse. Old habits die hard though. Hers were no exception. Emery said nothing in response to Damon, just kept her same glare that she tried to pierce into his heart.

No one stepped up to the challenge of Damon after seeing the ass beating that had just happened, Emery’s body relaxed in Chris arms and she felt him let her go. Emery rolled her head a bit and stretched her shoulders.

“Fucking pussies.” She muttered and walked up to the platform to face Damon, her arms crossed right under her bust line, making them pop up a little unintentionally. “Let’s make this interesting, Damon,” She started, looking down at her feet to slip her shoes off. “I win, we just continue on as though that little ceremony never happened,” she started pacing, “you win, i can’t promise I won’t tease a little. But I can promise I won’t sleep with other men. And I’ll at least try and make this a little easier on you.” Finally she looked back up at Damon and stopped pacing. The room was silent. Only people close to them heard her bargain with Damon.

Emery knew she was about to fight a loosing battle. But if he wanted her to accept she was his, this was the only way he could do it. The girl also was never opposed to a fun fight. An ex boyfriend had taught her the basics of mixed martial arts so if she was in trouble when he wasn’t around, she could hold her own long enough to get away. But this was nothing compared to what she did with her ex. Her body moved from the stand she was in and her feet went into a perfect toe-heel line that synced with his body’s direction. Two fit arms pulled up to her. One arm covered her ribs closest to him to ‘protect’ them and the other was just high enough to cover her face but still let her see. Her hands were in loose fists and ready to rumble.

[Alexander]

Damon waited, and waited, and waited. He tapped his foot almost in annoyance, wondering just why no one was coming up here. Every other night there was a line of people waiting to try and take him down and take his title, but it seemed the one time he actually proved just what he could do with very little effort seemed to shake everyone. Soft taps hit the floor, and he looked up at Emery who stood before him, slipping her shoes off. He listened to her words, lip quirking in a smile, and then shrugged his shoulders. "How about we make this more fun, Emmy," he told her. "If I win, you're mine for the rest of your life. You let me teach you the basic etiquette of a lady, as well as understand that I will keep you out of the press as much as I can. You will be mine, and you will fall in love with me."

He paused, tapping his lip, leading her on. He knew she hated his rules, but he also knew that once she was his and she accepted that fact, he could woo her and they'd both be happy, regardless of their situation. Though they bickered and fought since children, he wasnt opposed to a fun night with her as he had watched her grow. He had spent countless nights with a rambunctious imagination, just dying to get a feel of her skin underneath his, but he dismissed those thoughts each time she glared at him. This time, however, if he lost he would still get a taste. "If you win, we can pretend that this little contract never happened. I will rid you of your status and you will be completely erased as my wife in the records. However, before that happens, you give me one night. One night to do as I please, no matter how long. Even if you're squirming and begging, you'll have to ride it out as I taste and claim every inch of you. Only then can you decide if you want to leave or not."

He smirked, arms crossed over his chest as she moved into a stance. He was a boxer, and she wasnt, but her technique had a few flaws and he wanted to take that out. Right when he was told to move, he was quick on his feet, both of them moving like water. He blocked each hit that she sent, but every now and then they collided with his body. They didnt hurt with her being so little, but he smirked and continued to move out of the way, making sure she grew tired before he took her out. Emery was still a bit intoxicated, and with her moves being sluggish and not as fast as his, he took the chance to pin her arms behind her back, their chests pressed against one another. He smiles down at her, dimples appearing, and he lowered his head to her ear.

"Is that all you have, princess?" Before he let her go, he pressed one quick kiss to her neck, her body shivering underneath him. The two of them continued like that, everyone silent as they watched. Damon refused to hit her or lay his hands on her, but in the end when he was getting bored and she was getting tired, he kicked her foot out from underneath her, catching her body just in time before she hit the ground. He smirked, eyes twinkling in amusement, and then paused right as she kissed him.

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A smirk was the only thing that was on Emery’s face at his plant. She knew she was about to fight a loosing battle, but if she had a chance to get out of this right here and now, she would. Even if either way she still had to have sex with him, then so be it. It was just sex as far as she was concerned. This would be her last stand before she finally gave into the man she was forced to marry.

The fight started and everything was silent. Her breathing was paced. Both moved towards one another in their own ways, his was a boxer walk, hers was a kenpo catwalk. The alcohol was causing a few issues for her, though she knew he could never touch her unless it was to tackle her to the ground. It didn’t take long for her to tire from the long day, the liquor, and the exercise she was now engaged in. He knew it, she saw his confidence plastered on his face.

Emery tried to snarl at his remark about being all she had, but was distracted with he grazed her neck with his lips in a kiss. Another angry flare coming to her and giving her only a few moments worth of a second wind. He grew bored and right before she was about to give her last ditch effort, her foot was swept from under her. Emery thought she was going to get the wind knocked out of her, but right before she hit, he caught her, his eyes looking into hers with a smile of victory in them. Frustrated because she had no energy left to fight him, she put her hand to his neck and pulled him close to kiss him deeply, a little of her tongue meeting his own in his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist to get his body closer to her own.

In the audience a shout of ‘ow ow’ could be heard from Riley, the only sound anyone made in the place. When Riley’s voice was done echoing, Emery pulled away and whispered in his ear. “So is this what you always ran off do to? Beat up men and put your claim on women?”

When she had finally gotten just enough energy back to leave the mat, she pulled herself from under him and wearily made her way back to her chair beside Riley. Her body exhausted and intoxicated.

[Alexander]

Damon smirked at her words and watched her walk off, thumb rubbing his bottom lip. He could see that she was exhausted, and he chose to ignore a night of free money and decided to take her home. He told Chris to make sure Riley went home safe, and as for Emmy, he held her in his arms bridal style even when she protested. He took the backseat and let her best friend have passenger, his fingers absentmindedly running circles over her exposed skin. She smelt of something sweet and liquor, and he looked down in amusement at her. "How about when we get home, we take a shower?" He offered. His voice was too low for anyone to hear, but he did dip his hand underneath her pants and over her thigh, teasing her body.

Hed let her answer before going any further, but he continued his rubbing until Chris stopped at the castle entrance. While Emery and Riley said their goodbyes, he made it clear she was to get home safe and nothing more before he took Emery back into his arms, grinning at her growls and punches. He claimed her lips once they were inside, making sure she was quiet while he walked back to their room. He only pulled away when they had to breathe, but right back he took her lip between his teeth, ducking until her nails dug into his shoulders.

He sat her on the bed and grabbed some pajama pants out of the drawer, dropping his shirt and shorts to the side. In his boxers, he turned towards Emery, grinning. "No, I dont go there to kick ass and claim women. The only one i'll claim is you. You are mine now, after all. I'm going to take a shower if you'd like to join, sweetheart. If not, get changed and get comfortable. I love to cuddle."

[jubaleecruze]

Emery tried her best to fight off the big man carrying her like the bride she was, but she was far too tired and far too drunk to do much of anything other than pout and growl. Getting into the car was an adventure for her slowly failing brain, but when they got in and Damon was seated she laid her head on his lap and curled her legs onto the rest of the backseat. His hand on circling her made her feel comforted and safe, a feeling she would never admit to him, but she didn’t protest the touch. Damon whispered into her ear and s smirk crossed her face, before she could reply, his hand was rubbing her though inside her hands, among other things it was doing.

“We’ll see,” she mumbled back to him. She didn’t protest his new touch either. For one reason being she was tired. Another reason being she enjoyed it.

Arriving at the castle didn’t do much to stir Emery, it was Damon picking her back up that sent her into a fit. Her arms crossed in her chest, refusing to make the task easier for him by wrapping them around his neck. As far as she was concerned, she had two perfectly capable legs that could take her to their room. The kiss he out on her effective shut her up, but she still tried to fight his grasp other body.

Finally she was set on their bed and she stared at him with brown daggers. Damon undressed and her eyes never left him. Inside she could feel her body screaming to join him in the shower. On the outside she held face. “You only have me half claimed. As far as the church portion of this is concerned, it not official until the marriage is consummated.”

Emery dropped her pants once he was in the shower to change into her sleeping garments. Really there wasn’t much to change though. Her pants would come off and she’d go into fresh underwear, then she’d loose her bra and wear a small t-shirt. The new Bride was pretty sure her husband knew she was turned on simply by her response from the situation in the car. No noise was involved, but other parts of her body reacted in kind. That and the way he was confident she’d join him in the shower, and she probably would if her resolve wasn’t so high on getting him to just take her. Emery didn’t want him to win, not this one.

The thin, muscular body of the girl laid in bed her body turned to the edge. The blanket only covered one leg, the other pulled up so she laid in a ‘P’ like position. Emery held the blanket in her arms cover her front, but her entire back side was exposed where her shirt didn’t cover. Hearing him come back into the room made goosebumps rise on her skin, but she tried to calm them down and remain neutral. As much as she hated him as children, she had found herself slowly being attracted to him as they got older. Never would she admit to those feelings, she shoved them deep into her dead heart with all the other men she had slept with. Now she laid here, in their bed, with the opportunity to finally have him, and she wasn’t leaping at the chance like she expected she would have. Emery looked over her shoulder sleepily, big brown eyes staring at him intently before she spoke in a smokey voice “Nice shower?”

[Alexander]

Damon peeked at the girl in his bed, smirk tugging at the corners. She was half his, sure, but not after tonight. He let the towel drop, pulling on a pair of boxers and pants, and then walked towards her. He could faintly see the goosebumps on her skin, but he didnt comment and instead laid next to her so her back was to his chest, his finger skimming her waist. She shivered where his fingers touched her body, and he moved so he hovered over her, bodies not touching.

He cradled her head in his hands, bringing his lips down to hers. He took his time, making sure she could stop him if she wanted, and slid his hands underneath her shirt while he kissed her. His touch was as light as a feather, teasing inch after inch on her body. When he dropped his face into the crook of her neck, he peppered kisses along the exposed skin, body reacting to his actions. He nibbled and sucked, anything to bring out a pleasurable sound from her, and lifted the shirt as slow as he could. Fingers met cool skin and he felt himself touch the curve of her breasts, exciting his body.

Continuing his pace, he moved and let his mouth explore her stomach, working his way up as slow as he could. Her body reacted just as his did, and her slight hitch of breath fueled his excitement. His lips explored every inch of her body, tongue trailing over each curve as he made it a point to taste as much as he could. He moved like a predator through the night, leaving his mark on places that wouldn't be seen but shed know about, before claiming her as his fully.

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Damon woke before she did, his body curled around hers. In the faint light, he could see a hickey on her neck and it made him smirk before he stepped out of the bed, as quietly as possible. He pulled his pants on, leaving a shirt for later, and padded his way down to make her breakfast. The food he made caused his mouth to water and he poured them both a drink before plating their breakfast. Maybe she'd kill him, maybe she wouldn't. Either way, she was his and she couldn't do shit about it this time.

"Come on, sweetheart. Breakfast is ready and we have things to do."

[jubaleecruze]

The bed had moved a little at one point it the morning, but Emery thought nothing of it and slept soundly. Plenty of men had slept and dashed the following morning with her that really, she had gotten used to being left in an empty bed. The sound of the door opening back up and a voce talking made her head pound in her skull. All the alcohol she had the night before was catching up to her. Emery expected and hope she would get some morning sex in, especially after the pleasurable night she had with Damon. She couldn't remember much, but what she did remember, she enjoyed. Morning sex seemed out of the question now as her head pulsed and she looked at the time on her phone with only one eye.

"What could we possibly have to do this fucking early in the morning," Her voiced was deeper than normal from sleeping, and she tried real hard to fight him on the waking factor. They had gotten back home early in the morning. How he was awake and chipper was beyond her. Her body was forced up out of the bed by much stronger hands and she glared at Damon but reached a hand out to snag a piece of bacon and eat it. Her head throbbed again at her next movement though and she put the palm of her free hand in her eye to try and rub out both the sleep and migraine.

The bacon in her hand was suddenly gone and she groaned, her body falling back down towards the bed as she did. Emery's body ached from the night before. She was sore from the fight and her head was sore from herself. "There should be a rest day after your wedding, not work. Aren't we supposed to have a honeymoon or some shit?" She tried her best to cuddle back up to a pillow to try and get a little more shut eye.

[Alexander]

Damon snorted, watching the way she cuddled back up to the pillow. He stood, setting the plates and drinks on the dresser, and then wiped his hands. If this was the round she wanted to play, then so be it. He kept quiet, waiting for her to steadily fall into slumber, before he pulled the covers off of her. He could hear her protest, but with her still being bare gave him easier access to wake her up.

He moved his hands over her legs, lowering to pepper kisses up her thighs. Her body seemed to react with need, and he used his tongue to steadily wake her up. His hands gripped her hips, moving so he could pull her against his waist, and then leaned over her. Her hair was a halo around her head, eyes now open but still tired. Damon smirked, hand dipping between to push her legs apart and ease her awake while he kissed her. He was getting enjoyment out of this, too, as he felt the restraint in his pants. But before she could enjoy anymore, he stopped, licking at his lips. "Be good today, and after lunch we can spend the rest of the day in bed if that's what you wish. Get up and eat, princess."

He moved a little faster this time, barely missing her hand that shot out to grab him, and he chose to lean against the dresser with his food in hand, eating, and watch her pull herself up with fire in her eyes. He smirked, eyes trailing a path over her body to tease her, and then finished his food with a wave. "I'll see you downstairs, Emmy. Get dressed in something proper. Otherwise, i'll make sure you never get the release you crave for. You have training in twenty minutes, so meet me in the ballroom."