Emery & Damon
Dec 6, 2018 11:33:46 GMT -6
Post by jubaleecruze on Dec 6, 2018 11:33:46 GMT -6
Sleep had been approaching quickly after she popped back down on the bed. Right before Emery could be slumbering the blankets were ripped from her naked body. Emery groaned and tried to fight back, but there were no blankets to try and pull for. Her eyes stayed shut as she came to accept sleeping without blankets as acceptable. There was no time for her to get comfortable before she felt hands on her legs and lips on her thighs. Her body shivered at his touch and the sand in her eyes blew away like leaves in the wind. A moan escaped her lips at the kiss he gave her and her body ached for more. Just when her body was beginning to find a finishing point, he pulled away from her and she whimpered.
Brown eyes glared up at him. Only one night and he already knew how to get her out of bed. Emery pulled herself from the bed and put underwear on so she wasn't eating naked anymore. When he left, the food was gone and she just kept her glare at him steadily. Proper? As if. Emery didn't think she even owned anything proper. Not proper to his terms anyways. She took a deep breath and looked through her drawers. She settled on some very short gym shorts and then took her bra off and put on a t-shirt. A smirk was placed on her face as she grabbed the glass that still had ice in it from her drink and rubbed the glass against her breasts, nipples forming and visible as daylight through the shirt.
Emery walked down the large stairs of the castle, feet bare and quiet as could be against the cold floor. The halls were familiar as she had grown up running them once or twice a month when her father would come to visit and bring her along. Emery walked into the ballroom like she had done a thousand times before. She saw Damon sitting by a window reading a book. "Do you always read just in case a camera can see you? Then you at least look intelligent in all your phots?"
Brown eyes glared up at him. Only one night and he already knew how to get her out of bed. Emery pulled herself from the bed and put underwear on so she wasn't eating naked anymore. When he left, the food was gone and she just kept her glare at him steadily. Proper? As if. Emery didn't think she even owned anything proper. Not proper to his terms anyways. She took a deep breath and looked through her drawers. She settled on some very short gym shorts and then took her bra off and put on a t-shirt. A smirk was placed on her face as she grabbed the glass that still had ice in it from her drink and rubbed the glass against her breasts, nipples forming and visible as daylight through the shirt.
Emery walked down the large stairs of the castle, feet bare and quiet as could be against the cold floor. The halls were familiar as she had grown up running them once or twice a month when her father would come to visit and bring her along. Emery walked into the ballroom like she had done a thousand times before. She saw Damon sitting by a window reading a book. "Do you always read just in case a camera can see you? Then you at least look intelligent in all your phots?"