( caught, elena glances over her shoulder, offering some kind of half bashful, half annoyed smile. at being seen. at being effected. it's a little like — well, she doesn't know what. having the door opened the second you fit a shirt over your shoulders. the borderline of almost indecency.
a little quietly, ) We shouldn't push it. You smell ...
( really good. impossibly good. and there's something animalistically, ferally happy about him feeding. fattening up. about being the one to do it. elena shivers, her glass pressed to her mouth. )
I know I'm irresistable, Elena, [ said with all the lofty confidence of someone who knows both how attractive and personally unlikable he is, ] but you've done a good job resisting me so far. I think you're safe.
[ despite his words, damon stays exactly where he is. elena needs to be led to things slowly sometimes, like a skittish and opinionated horse. try to force or convince her and she'll dig her heels in just because. dealing with elena requires finesse, patience, compassion... not qualities damon is known to possess, but he's willing to plumb those deliberately hidden depths for elena.
he takes another bite of lasagna, mostly to give her a break from feeling like she's under a microscope. they're just having a conversation. there are no stakes here, no pressure. come on in elena, the blood is fine. ]
Challenging yourself is on important part of learning control anyway. Can't know your limits if you never test them, right?
( there is an argument, she thinks, that challenging yourself shouldn't necessarily start with the object of your desires due to the risk/reward factor, but she can imagine the look that would get her, and bites at her tongue. not literally. she wonders if damon sliced the inside of his mouth open as often as she has in his vampiric youth, or if elena was just lucky enough to get all the clumsy genes in the bloodied whirlpool. she's instinctively prodding her canines with her tongue, expecting the bulk of her fangs to greet her, but they haven't distended yet, and if that's an omen, she's happy to take it. quarter turning away, she chugs a healthy portion of her blood, the sleeve at her wrist pressing against the corner of her mouth to wipe any excess away.
anyway. he has a point. she's not going to invite him over and then spend the duration with her back to the wall, trying not to breathe too deeply. of course she can do this. the other option? not an option at all. she has to get used to it. with bouncing steps, she regains her position next to him, giving herself the pleasure/pain of one deep breath. fine. damon smells — just fine. )
Well, if I eat you, you only have yourself to blame. ( tongue-in-cheek, lightening the mood she darkened in the first place. ) You should eat more, you're probably starving. Does your stomach hurt?
[ he gives her her space, and she rewards him for it—elena comes closer, and damon smiles, taking another bite of lasagna as a reward. (not for him, of course. for her.)
her question probably wasn't supposed to be a stumper, but damon blinks at her, momentarily blank-faced. ]
Am I not supposed to be?
[ he's been a vampire suppressing his hunger and ignoring his body's demands for so long that the idea of listening to them hadn't yet occurred to him. yeah he's been irritable, exhausted, weak—but that's just being human. right? ]
( she shakes her head trying not to smile, although the amusement is there in the corner flexing of her mouth muscles, impossibly finding damon a little — cute, about all this. okay, pain isn't cute, but his obliviousness kind of is. not that she would say as much. (though, fact remains, damon is not as good at running away now. not that that was ever his move, really.) )
No, humans aren't constantly in pain. You'll have to be careful if you've been starving yourself — eating too much can make you sick. ( she pauses, thinking about it. the only boys she's spent significant amounts of time around number in — what? jeremy, matt, alaric? she dad before he died? they were all very capable of putting it away. her baseline understanding of how boys eat is if it's in front of them, it will soon disappear. ) I guess ... on a normal day you could probably eat that whole thing. ( gesture to lasagna ) But today you should probably only eat half, so your stomach doesn't cramp. I ... think that makes sense.
( slightly apologetic smile as she downs the rest of her blood. it skims the cream off the top of her hunger, but there's still a yawning expanse underneath, an eternal struggle she's eventually going to have to get used to. she fails at not watching damon's throat bob while he swallows. )
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a little quietly, ) We shouldn't push it. You smell ...
( really good. impossibly good. and there's something animalistically, ferally happy about him feeding. fattening up. about being the one to do it. elena shivers, her glass pressed to her mouth. )
I just don't want to hurt you.
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[ despite his words, damon stays exactly where he is. elena needs to be led to things slowly sometimes, like a skittish and opinionated horse. try to force or convince her and she'll dig her heels in just because. dealing with elena requires finesse, patience, compassion... not qualities damon is known to possess, but he's willing to plumb those deliberately hidden depths for elena.
he takes another bite of lasagna, mostly to give her a break from feeling like she's under a microscope. they're just having a conversation. there are no stakes here, no pressure. come on in elena, the blood is fine. ]
Challenging yourself is on important part of learning control anyway. Can't know your limits if you never test them, right?
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anyway. he has a point. she's not going to invite him over and then spend the duration with her back to the wall, trying not to breathe too deeply. of course she can do this. the other option? not an option at all. she has to get used to it. with bouncing steps, she regains her position next to him, giving herself the pleasure/pain of one deep breath. fine. damon smells — just fine. )
Well, if I eat you, you only have yourself to blame. ( tongue-in-cheek, lightening the mood she darkened in the first place. ) You should eat more, you're probably starving. Does your stomach hurt?
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her question probably wasn't supposed to be a stumper, but damon blinks at her, momentarily blank-faced. ]
Am I not supposed to be?
[ he's been a vampire suppressing his hunger and ignoring his body's demands for so long that the idea of listening to them hadn't yet occurred to him. yeah he's been irritable, exhausted, weak—but that's just being human. right? ]
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No, humans aren't constantly in pain. You'll have to be careful if you've been starving yourself — eating too much can make you sick. ( she pauses, thinking about it. the only boys she's spent significant amounts of time around number in — what? jeremy, matt, alaric? she dad before he died? they were all very capable of putting it away. her baseline understanding of how boys eat is if it's in front of them, it will soon disappear. ) I guess ... on a normal day you could probably eat that whole thing. ( gesture to lasagna ) But today you should probably only eat half, so your stomach doesn't cramp. I ... think that makes sense.
( slightly apologetic smile as she downs the rest of her blood. it skims the cream off the top of her hunger, but there's still a yawning expanse underneath, an eternal struggle she's eventually going to have to get used to. she fails at not watching damon's throat bob while he swallows. )