𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓮

𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝕾𝖆𝖑𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖊 “ If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it.” × Literate & Descriptive × Ships with Chemistry. × A AU portrayal of Damon Salvatore set in anytime of the Verse. × Open to family mains. DM me. Please RT and ♡

Simps for elena.

"Oh, well if thats the case!" He laughed and picked her up off the ground after wrapping his arms around her body.

"Should we be more? Is that something you want? You still owe me booze."

"I asked first."

"So. . . What is this then?"

"I don't know. . . Like I'm suppose to read your mind. All the time..."

He obliged to copy her. "No, not one bit."

"Do you regret it?"

Slowly pulling away from the kiss, his eyes opening to just stare at her in shock. "Did we. . .?"

Damon was happy in the moment, just emotions flooding his mind while the two were close.

A smile tugged at his brims while his lips stayed connected to hers. His own hands dropping to grab the hem of her shirt.

"Thats the point, sounds more entertaining."

His lips slowly moving to connect with hers as his eyes closed seemlessly.

Damon was more or less concerned that if he tried it, he could be wrong. "And. . . You mean something."

"Because I'm a asshole and. . ." He glanced between her eyes and almost hesitatantly her lips.

"Seeing your face? I agree. Real torturous."

"I need someone for a demonstration."