To tell you the truth

She stomped past him, and he couldn’t help but smile a bit as she passed him. He turned around and followed her to the door. As they got to the door, he opened up so she could get inside first. Most doors were open in the house, except for the two rooms where Derek and Elena used to sleep. Derek was at Irina today and Elena was in Moonlight Falls partying with her friends.
He closed the door behind them, locking it. He placed his keys on a marble table before he looked over at her. “Everyone is out,” he replied before he took of his shoes and put it on a shoeshelf, almost losing his balance once. “Don’t worry about it,” he added and pulled on a soft crooked smile. “Do you want a shirt?” he asked gesturing to her outfit. It probably wouldn’t be very nice to sleep in such a dress, and he didn’t think much of the bag of clothing she had.

She never let her eyes meet his anymore. She didn’t want to borrow a shirt, which was alight. She could sleep in whatever she wanted to. The bathroom? Sure. Then I’ll change and go home. No way. He furrowed his brows looking at her. “That’s it,” he said quite determined before he approached her and with a quick movement placed her over his shoulder. “You need some sleep, grumpy,” he said with a slight chuckle and started to approach his room holding great onto her. He didn’t want her to slide off one way or another. He finally got to his room. It was clean and in light or grey tones with a small balcony.
He walked over to his bed and threw her there, only to frame her, standing on all four over her. “Get some rest, okay?” he said with a soft and gentle smile.

He noticed the Spanish accent, but he didn’t really put much thought into it. When she finally seemed to give up he gave a little chuckle with a small jump, just to ‘check’ if she was till alive.

She had her eyes closed and almost seemed peaceful. Almost. When she opened her eyes, she replied with Spanish, then English. He furrowed his brows a bit. He hadn’t really expected her to actually know Spanish. He chuckled slightly. “Eres Buena (You’re good),” he complimented her. He took a deep breath in, and for a moment his gaze traveled down her body, only to look away when she overed it with her jacket. Mi rey. He could get used to that. He licked his lips with a soft chuckle. “You shouldn’t call me that,” he said, with an almost apologizing look in his eyes. The way he had treated her the other day had been awful, and he didn’t deserve that kind of nickname. He leaned down to her ear, opened his mouth so his warm breath could tease her. “I’ll get you a shirt,” he whispered seductively before he got up without touching her. He went directly to the closet and found one of his big green shirts, “Here,” he said, to warn her and threw it towards her. “Do you need help with the dress, or do you want some private time?” he wondered and closed his closet.

It was easy to get off. He shook his head lightly as she stood up and let her coat fall off. He crossed his arms and leaned onto a dresser watching her. Daring her. “I guess not,” he replied as she about wardrobe malfunction. She pulled one of the knots and the dress fell onto the floor, making him lick his lips before he pressed them together. He looked away as peeled off the nipple covers and put on the shirt, and then looked back at her as she had it on. “You done?” he asked with a smirk and opened his arms up only to start to open his shirt. “It suits you,” he complimented while his fingers unbuttoned all the way down, slowly revealing the athletic chest. If she didn’t interrupt him taking his shirt of, he would pull it off his shoulders and put it on the dresser. If she wanted to, she could just get under the covers. He wouldn’t tackle her. Not yet at least.

A confident chuckle left him as she said green was her color. It almost seemed like he had chosen that shirt for her knowing that – but he didn’t. He started to unbuckle his belt while he watched how she took off her girdle and finally her stockings. His eyes were as glued to her hands as she rolled the first one off. He rolled is belt together and placed it on the dresser. If he hadn’t already pissed her off once, he might’ve slapped the belt against his hands, just to make a sound and see how she reacted. But not today. While he opened his pants, he watched her take of the other stocking before he folded his pants and put them on the dresser.
As soon as he was undressed, only wearing his underwear, he approached her while she collected her clothing and folded it neatly. He placed himself next to her, a little behind her, and watched over her shoulder how she folded. He bowed down a bit and gently repositioned a lock of hair which covered her pretty face. He placed the lock of hair across her neck, so all of her hair was collected on one shoulder, his finger only just stroking the delicate skin where it showed.

She straightened back up and turned towards him. His hand fell down along his side, even though he wished to pull her closer. To eliminate any distance. Just for now. She closed her eyes and asked why he was so gentle, almost like she couldn’t look at him while she said it. Like she didn’t want to admit hat he was gentle to her, so it was easier to say with closed eyes. “You don’t want me to be gentle?” he raised his eyebrows a little, calm. His eyes looked into hers. She started to explain wolves only mated with one and how that, mixed with the bond was hurting her. He looked down between them shortly before his eyes searched hers again. He licked his lips, keeping himself from just taking. “Everything is painful, you say?” he said, wanting to take her hand to ease her pain, though he didn’t believe it would help. “So, no matter what I am just going to hurt you?” He looked away, towards the dresser. He took a deep breath biting his bottom lip. He could feel how that her words angered him. So even when he was gentle and tried to treat her like he used to treat women, it still wasn’t good enough. He looked back at her trying to keep a lid on the feelings. “You have to elaborate that,” he ordered. His expression was way more tense than from just a minute ago.

She did as told and elaborated. Craving a touch which felt electrifying? Well, he had tried that more than once, luckily for him. The tension seemed to dimmer more and more as she explained how things was for her. I will never be able to be with another person, never. Looking almost calm again, he corrected another lock of hair behind her ear, and let his hand rest against her cheek, holding it if she leaned into his hand. He didn’t think much of the smell of Danica’s coworker. “That explains a lot,” he said quite calmly. He studied her facial features before he leaned down to place a very soft and slow kiss on her lips. Slowly, he pulled away, just inches from her face. “Get some rest, pretty face,” he whispered and slowly started to remove his hand, sliding it off her jawbone.

As she let her fingers run across the circles under her eyes, he finally noticed them and not her face as a whole. He started to wonder if she even slept. Maybe she had some energizing spell she used to use on herself to keep herself awake? She stood on her toes to give him a kiss on the jaw, and he pulled on a slight smile, watching her as she fell into his bed. “The side which you’re not sleeping on,” he told her and waited for her to figure out which side she wanted to sleep on. When it seemed like she had it figured out he crawled into the bed with her. He laid on his back and placed the hand which was closest to her behind his head. It didn’t take long before he turned his head towards her. “Danica?” he said with a low voice to get her attention, and to be sure she hadn’t fallen asleep yet. “Do you have trouble sleeping?” he questioned, still looking towards her.

He couldn’t help but smile as she seemed to feel quite comfortable in his bed. She even told him that he probably wouldn’t like her bed. “Would it even fit two people?” he wondered before he got under the covers. Knowing that she lived in southside, he had a prejudge that her income might not be that great, which would reason why she needed two jobs and didn’t really want him to ruin her working days.

A smile was summoned as soon as she turned around when he said her name. He shifted his head a bit as she explained furrowing his brows just a bit as if he was trying to figure out how her sleep worked. “You know… I think I might be able to help you fall asleep,” he suggested whispering. There was nothing sexual about the way he said it, but of course it could be misunderstood. He couldn’t really make her fall asleep, but he could change the energy she had and hopefully make her fall asleep.
She rolled closer and as if it was a usual movement, he wrapped the arm furthest away from her around her. You still smell like her. He looked down at her. “If it bothers you I can take a bath,” he suggested with a mild laugh, caressing her back gently.

He watched how she popped up on her elbow to look better at him. He continued to caress her, but now it was the back. He gave her an approving sound, when she asked if it was his powers that might be able to put her asleep. “It’s like turning the volume up and down on the TV,” he said with a soft smile. Maybe she didn’t wish for him to mess with either her sleep or her injuries, but he had already done some of it the other day.

It seemed like she felt like a bath wasn’t going to change a thing, by the way she made a small laugh, and then started to lean closer before she kissed his neck. “No?” he wondered with a low voice. It’s not enough. Her kisses were tickling him on the neck, and a slightly cocky smile spread on his lips. Where did she touch you? “My neck… Shoulders… My right arm….” He explained slowly, with a soft guttural hum. As soon as she reached over to kiss his arm, he let his arms wrap around her and pulled her closer, whispering in her ear, “You know, thinking about where she touched me, only makes me think of her,” he took a slow deep breath, “Wouldn’t you rather have me to think of you?” he whispered to her, slightly daringly. He was quite interested in what she wanted to do, to make him think of her, instead of Tiff.

Her teeth scraped slightly against his skin, almost as if she was trying to mark her territory. It was quite a nice feeling, but having been with Tiff, it was difficult to tell where Tiff hadn’t been touching him. As he grabbed her, she repositioned herself, making him smile slightly at her, watching her lips move as she spoke. He growled somewhat lovingly, enjoying her words. She almost seemed obsessed with him only thinking about her. Well, maybe it was understandable, since she was tied to him, and he wasn’t tied to her at all. He could do whatever he wanted, with no bad feeling, and if she died, he wouldn’t even feel it. It was almost scary how the bond between someone with witchblood and their mate was. How nasty it must be. Usually, he would’ve said that there was never anything that was going to hold him back from getting around town, but Julianne and possibly Danica was right now the only two who might be able to tie him to something stable. Julianne mostly because of their kids and their childhood and Danica because it really did seem like she wanted to do whatever he said, as long as he would focus on her, and only her.
He repositioned one hand from her back to behind her ear, looking into her eyes. “I guess I’ll just have to experience what you’re willing to do,” he chuckled somewhat confident. He was quite sure that whatever she was willing to do, was quite predictable. Even though, it was yet to be experienced and the possibility for him to be surprised was there. He licked his lips, looking at hers, “So, what do you want to do now?” he teased her, curious of what she was willing to do right now to make him think of her, and only her. The hand which was on her back glided down alongside her body until it reached her thigh.

Diego’s eyes stayed at Danica as she let her finger glide down his stomach and along the linning of his boxers. It definitely felt like she was about to just show him what she was willing to do, to make him think of her. Some action. She leaned closer and his eyes were just about to close shut, as if she leaned in to kiss him. Goodnight, Diego. He opened his eyes again, and saw how she redrew and turned around with a smirk. The smile was reflected on his lips shaking his head a little. It was one way to make him think of her indeed. She turned his back towards him, and with not much thought, he took a deep, guttural breath in and started to turn onto his side, facing her. His arm then wrapped around her, as he breathed out and pulled her completely close. He closed his eyes. “That was one way to do it,” he whispered on his next exhale.

One would believe, that he was just going to fall asleep like this, but for right now, he needed to be sure that she didn’t actually want him to do something else. Therefore, his hand traveled down her covered stomach, ever so slowly. As his hand reached the pubic region, his hands slid towards her inner thigh, grabbing it somewhat gently, but firm. He kissed her neck softly, breathing calmly.

She was accepting everything that he did. Moaning, arching her back and seemingly smiling. “Thinking of you,” he breathed out on his next exhale before he gently bit the thin skin on her neck. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” he questioned with a breathy deep voice and let his hand slide between her legs on the outside of her panties. She had teased him, just by letting her hands slide along his stomach and by the edge of his boxers, so it could only be fair, that he did that to her too, right? He tensed his grip a little before he let his hand glide back to the inner thigh and back up the stomach, right under her chest. “Did you want me to put you to sleep?” he whispered with closed eyes. He could even feel that the alcohol was getting to him, making him more and more tired.