Post by Alexander on Dec 7, 2018 18:49:38 GMT -6
Damon paused when the door closed, soft footsteps falling on the floor and towards him. His heart seemed to stop for a second when Emery sat next to him, not looking in his direction. Her hands, as slow as ever, lifted the cover and began to find her rhythm, making Damon smile. He never knew she had played piano, much less sing as well as she did. He heard her every once in a blue moon in the shower, but this seemed to be coming from the very bottom of her heart, a place that she was showing him just as he had her.
He leaned on his arm, elbow resting on the edge of the piano that wasnt in the way of the keys, and watched her with a smile on his face that didnt seem to disappear. Her fingers slowed until the last key rang into the silent room, and when she looked over at him, his heart skipped a beat. Of course she didnt, he thought to himself. Damon had hid this very part of himself from even him, but it was this marriage and being forced to spend every second with her that finally made it erupt.
Damon realized that he wanted to be the only one that made her cry - in a good way, of course. He wanted to keep her in his arms every night, making love until she couldn't move, and then wake the next day to make her breakfast in bed. He wanted to take her on different trips, show her every inch of the world that she had never seen, and make a thousand more memories with her. She had been in his life since they were kids, and to Damon, he wanted her in his life until he took his final breath.
He laughed soft to himself, unable to quit smiling. "You're so fucking stupid," he managed. His touch was gentle when he pulled her to him, hands cradling her head, and then pressed his lips to hers. He held her even when her fingers tangled into the strands of his hair and he had to pull away to breathe. He held her even when he grabbed her waist to wrap her legs around him, her back just barely against the piano. Hands dipping to her lower back, he pulled away to look at her, finally breaking down his own walls for the first time in his life.
"I've cared about you since we were kids, you dummy. But you never seemed to feel the same way, so I shut that part of myself out." He brushed her hair back, eyes skimming her face. "Seeing you cry at my hands broke my heart. I never, ever want you to think that I dont care."
He kissed her slower this time, softer even, and his tongue glided over her lip until she granted him the access that he wanted. He nibbled her tongue, hands sliding under her shirt to rest on her waist, and he let her pull away so she could breathe. "Even if I piss you off or make you cry," he whispered against her lips, managing to pull her closer, "never forget that I love every inch of you, Emmy."
He leaned on his arm, elbow resting on the edge of the piano that wasnt in the way of the keys, and watched her with a smile on his face that didnt seem to disappear. Her fingers slowed until the last key rang into the silent room, and when she looked over at him, his heart skipped a beat. Of course she didnt, he thought to himself. Damon had hid this very part of himself from even him, but it was this marriage and being forced to spend every second with her that finally made it erupt.
Damon realized that he wanted to be the only one that made her cry - in a good way, of course. He wanted to keep her in his arms every night, making love until she couldn't move, and then wake the next day to make her breakfast in bed. He wanted to take her on different trips, show her every inch of the world that she had never seen, and make a thousand more memories with her. She had been in his life since they were kids, and to Damon, he wanted her in his life until he took his final breath.
He laughed soft to himself, unable to quit smiling. "You're so fucking stupid," he managed. His touch was gentle when he pulled her to him, hands cradling her head, and then pressed his lips to hers. He held her even when her fingers tangled into the strands of his hair and he had to pull away to breathe. He held her even when he grabbed her waist to wrap her legs around him, her back just barely against the piano. Hands dipping to her lower back, he pulled away to look at her, finally breaking down his own walls for the first time in his life.
"I've cared about you since we were kids, you dummy. But you never seemed to feel the same way, so I shut that part of myself out." He brushed her hair back, eyes skimming her face. "Seeing you cry at my hands broke my heart. I never, ever want you to think that I dont care."
He kissed her slower this time, softer even, and his tongue glided over her lip until she granted him the access that he wanted. He nibbled her tongue, hands sliding under her shirt to rest on her waist, and he let her pull away so she could breathe. "Even if I piss you off or make you cry," he whispered against her lips, managing to pull her closer, "never forget that I love every inch of you, Emmy."