truth and roses have thorns about them

[after raking his eyes across her body one more time, he flew down the stairs, hiding between two bookcases in the living room. Now that he was out of her presence, he could maybe objectively admit that the intense, painful, lust he had just experienced was maybe a little bit out of the ordinary…something was flitting around the edge of his thoughts, but the harder he tried to concentrate on it, the more it slipped away. He thought maybe, that…but then he heard the creak of a floorboard and she was wandering into the room, and her hair was so gold, and her skin flushed and pink…and he had his arms around her again in a flash, settling low on her hips.]

I...was supposed to find you this time. [she managed to stutter, as his hips-and something more-pressed insistently against her. Her thoughts were a mess, and she couldn't fully justify to herself why she was pushing him backwards, guiding him to the couch and straddling his lap once he was seated.]

[after he finished counting, he sped to the hallway, standing still for a moment and listening. Aside from the extra energy and general head rush, he felt as if her blood made everything in his vision sharper and more vibrant, and his ability to pick up the slightest of noises…like the swish of a hanging tapestry and a frantic human heart…so much easier. With a smirk, he flew to her hiding spot, yanking the musty fabric out of the way triumphantly. Apparently his strength was somewhat enhanced as well, because, without meaning to, he had torn the tapestry completely off the wall. He was still staring at in his hand, confused, when her laughter startled him; breathy and sweet, and before he made the decision to do so, he was pressed against her, dragging his nose along her jaw, taking extreme pleasure in her sharp intake of breath and stuttering heartbeat.]

[Rose's breathing picked up with her heartbeat, his hips pressed against hers, making her feel empty and achy. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or some weird contact high, but it now required every ounce of her strength and concentration to not press back and rub against him like a cat in heat. After another shuddering breath, she laughed lightly and stepped away, trying to pretend she didn't feel his heated gaze follow her] Now it's your turn to hide.

[he grinned, keeping his eyes shut] One, two, three, four…

[she squealed and ran out of the room, looking to her left and right and trying to determine the best course of action. Down the hall there was a thick tapestry that seemed promising so she pushed it to the side and slid in behind it, holding her breath]

[he raised an eyebrow] Well, if you’re offering. [he took her wrist, watching her and waiting to see if she changed her mind. he bit cautiously, letting her blood flow into his mouth slowly, just one mouthful and he was leaning back as his neurons sparked and fired, a floating sensation gripping him. He moaned appreciatively and shut his eyes]

[quickly wrapping her wrist, she watched him, waiting. When he didn't move, she poked his chest.] Damon. Hey. Damon!

I’m not sure there’s enough alcohol in this house to make me want to want to play hide and seek.

[she got up on her knees and pulled the book out of his hands] Not that sort of drink.

Right. Of course. So you can try to escape while I’m hiding or something. Yeah, great plan.

No, I promise I won't. Pleeeaaasseee...[she pouted at him as he continued to ignore her] Maybe...if you had a drink first?

[he scoffed] A game? Like a board game?

[rolls around so she’s facing him and props her chin in her hands] ‘m bored.

And wasted, smells like.

well…i did say i was bored. [she scooted up closer] what’re ya readin?

[without looking up] Do you care?

[rolls around so she’s facing him and props her chin in her hands] ‘m bored.

And wasted, smells like.

well...i did say i was bored. [she scooted up closer] what're ya readin?

[she spun around and slapped him, paling a moment after she realized what she’d done]

[it stung a bit, and he reached a hand up to rub his warming cheek. He let her panic that she had upset him build a bit before turning to her with a patronizing smile] I’ve found a touchy subject.

[her face flushed with rage] Fuck. You. [she stormed into the house and grabbed another full bottle from his liquor cabinet and headed back up to her room]