Soul-Searching (Closed for Cum_Inside)

[Cum_Inside]

Harper only picked at her meal. It simultaneously annoyed Cameron and pleased him, if only because he was pissed they’d wasted money on something she wasn’t eating. It was also a gleeful thing to him because he’d been saying for a while now that she was ‘too big’ for him and he wanted her to lose more than a few pounds. Harper had been heartbroken but not shocked when he’d announced it to everyone in the tavern one night.

She hoped like hell she could leave this man. She would have earlier if she didn’t think he’d beat the tar out of her for trying. It wasn’t as easy as she wanted it to be.

But as she thought back to seeing Damon the other night (and the kiss she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about), she smiled.

Cameron paused his eating for a moment and raised his eyebrow, mouth full of half-chewed food when he murmured “what’s so funny?”

She shook her head.

“Not a thing. It’s nice to get out of the house for once,” she deflected.

He rolled his eyes in response. “You’re the one who decided to be a good little girl and buy me dinner like she ought to. A bitch needs to look after her man if she wants him to stick around. I think I know just the way you can really show me you love me.”

The smirk was wicked and made her skin crawl. Harper fought not to shiver in her disgust. Still, she knew that she wasn’t getting out of tonight without some terrible sex, even if it ended up being a two-pump-chump-dump. That was actually better than anything else; it would be over so quickly and she could go do her own thing as he snored away next to her, spent.

Harper picked more insistently at her fries now, flinching at the vocabulary he’d chosen. Lately it seemed that Cameron had forgotten her name. That or he just didn’t care anymore. She suspected the latter. He was also so condescending and it rubbed her the wrong way - she wasn’t his “good little” anything!

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon did his best not to look at Cameron and Harper, or at least not make it look like he was looking at them. It was so damn hard though. He hated that she had to endure that and that she was trapped in the relationship. He hated that he couldn't help her. To even try might put her in an even worse position.

Though he could see Cameron saying something to Harper, Damon couldn't hear the words. He could hear the words of a couple of waitresses behind him at one of the waitress stations though. He heard them talk about Cameron and how they wouldn't be caught dead with a guy that acted like that. They wondered aloud about how bad he must be in private if he's like this in public. Though he tried not to listen, it was impossible for Damon to not hear the words. They speculated that there were only two reasons Harper was with Cameron. Either he had a huge dick, or he had some kind of dirt on her. He couldn't fault their logic, as much as he wanted to.

The topic of their conversation changed though, moving from Cameron to himself. Damon tried to bury himself in his phone as they talked about his looks, his waitress complimenting his smile, and them considering giving him their numbers. He swallowed hard as he leaned back against the booth and waited for his food to come. He knew she'd just put the order in, and that it would be a while until it got here. He also knew that the minutes in between would be pure hell. He had to sit there and watch Cameron act like a jack-ass while Harper sat across from him, clearing wishing she were anywhere else. He started to furiously tap his foot on the floor, trying to displace some of his nervous energy, lest he walk over there and deck Cameron square in the face.

 

[Cum_Inside]

With fingers clenched tightly around her water glass, Harper said nothing and continued to sip at the beverage. It had a cooling effect on her following Cameron’s hot-headed words and it was always better just to let those comments roll-off her back like water if she could. The pitying stares of the waitresses from behind the cash register caused shame to settle deep into her bones.

There was once a time that Harper had big plans. She was going to get out of this tiny little town and make something of herself; she had the smarts for it (at least on paper) and her parents had been so supportive. It had just about broken their hearts when she wound up tied to the one person who could bring her down. Cameron had always had this way about him in high school that had kept her coming back. By the time graduation rolled around she fancied herself in love with him and a scant year later he fancied his fists in love with her face and body. By then it was too late.

The blinders she’d had had to his negativity had disappeared and she was left struggling to keep her head above water lest he drown her (she wouldn’t put it past him, actually). It meant that she had to be clever about things; for the last six months Cameron had been wanting a baby and working hard towards that. Underneath his nose, she’d been able to sneak into the clinic and get a shot of birth control to prevent that thanks to her mama’s dollar. If Cameron knew she was actively working against him Harper knew she’d never have a chance but her mother was happy to pay for Harper’s lucidity and the idea that she would not have a grandchild born from a man who was nothing but a terror. Her mother took her every three months without fail.

Harper was over it.

She was sick of people staring and laughing and pointing and giving her those looks that screamed how sorry they were she had to deal with him. If everyone else noticed, why on earth wouldn’t someone just help her for once instead of whispering about her in the grocery store? She was alienated and broken and her hands struggled to repair the chinks in her mask.

Snapped out of it by the obnoxious squeal of a chair being pushed abruptly away from the table, she looked up at Cameron as he looked down over his nose at her.

“I’m done and hungry for something else now. Hurry up. You better not tip those lazy bitches either,” he warned. “They did jack all other than not bring me the fucking ketchup I ordered so don’t you dare.”

Harper flinched, ashamed that Cameron could be so obviously cruel to anyone he came in contact with. When she got up to pay the cheque off, looking back over her shoulder to see Cameron stalking out to the truck without her, shaking fingers drew an extremely folded ten dollar bill from under the wide band of her scrunchie where he wasn’t likely to find it. Eyes dropped to the counter, Harper murmured how sorry she was for Cameron’s behaviour while she punched in the code for her debit card. She just wanted to get out of there.

A minute later, tucked up in the truck of the cab as it rolled away from the steakhouse with one of Cameron’s large hands rubbing up and down her thigh, Harper fought her nausea. She wished she hadn’t eaten anything with her stomach as sick as it was.

It wasn’t any better when they got home and he manhandled her down the hallway with a tight grip on her wrist. He practically flung her onto the bed after stripping her bottom enough to reveal her pussy and fleshy cheeks of her bum to him and offered her a smirk while his belt came free from the loops with an ominous slide of leather against denim. For a moment he watched her quietly and then said, “tell me why you deserve this, you cunt. Tell me why you insist on having me belt you.”

Harper didn’t. She’d seen on the internet that some women liked this, beaten with their man’s belt, but Cameron liked to hit her so hard she couldn’t move for hours after, claiming she’d asked for it. Every time he hit her he asked her to repeat why she was being punished, as if she knew, and every time she remained silent without answering. It always steamed him off more, but Harper couldn’t keep track of the reasons he saw fit to hurt her these days. It was always something silly.

For once, Harper felt that fighting spirit sizzle through her. She’d lost it sometime over the years, but now it settled over her like a familiar friend. It was warm and comforting. She wasn’t going to just lay here and take this treatment anymore.

She opened her mouth to tell him off but one glance at him with his sinister expression sucked the bravado away. She couldn’t say anything. She never could. She just laid there face down while he whipped her, teeth clenched and tears gathering at her eyes. At least she wouldn’t allow him to see her cry. She was in for a long afternoon.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon was torn when he saw Cameron and Harper get up and leave. On the one hand it meant that he didn't have to sit there and watch Cameron be an asshole while Harper just sat there and soaked in the embarrassment that he was. On the other hand though, it meant that she was leaving with Cameron...

It was so damn hard for Damon to not get up and go to Harper and kiss her right there at the counter, especially with Cameron having already left. He forced himself to lower his gaze back to his phone when he saw her turn away from the counter. Though she was the one leaving the restaurant, he felt like he was somehow abandoning her...again.

Damon's food, when it came, was decent enough, but it was soured by the thoughts and feelings flooding his mind. Still, he ate as much as he could, wanting to get back to the hotel and out of the public eye.

When the check came, Damon was surprised to see that not just his waitress had written her number on it, but the one she'd been talking to as well. His waitress smiled and him and even winked at him as she set it down. "Hope to see you again soon. Don't be a stranger." He just offered up a small smile and a chuckle before bowing his head, taking pulling the receipt forward, and using it as an excuse to break eye contact. When she finally left, he picked it up and took it to the register, paying with cash and an appropriate tip.

The drive home was a short but tense one, Damon's brain still littered with thoughts of Harper and everything he wanted to do for her. He was equal parts shocked and annoyed that those thoughts about her once again triggered his brain and inspired him. He got back to his room and started working on his music once more. He felt so damn guilty about it, because while she was suffering through the indignity of everything, he was using her, in a way, to write songs and eventually make money.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper called in sick on Wednesday night. Her bottom was so sore she could barely sit straight and some areas had only just scabbed over from the rough treatment she'd sustained. She thanked her lucky stars that Cameron announced on Thursday that he had plans to go out and sit in the deer blind with the boys for a few days over the weekend. He never brought anything back because it was only an excuse for him to sit and drink beer with the boys.

It was a break for her and for once something had went right.

She wasn't going to waste her chance to have some alone time but by the time he'd left her early Friday morning (only after making sure he'd taken his fill of her and reminded her where her place was), Harper was fed up. She spent most of the day curled on the couch in front of the TV and by dinner she'd broken into the wine. A few hours later she found herself looking to get out of the house. She felt smothered.

She wasn't sloshed by any means, only barely tipsy, and after hitching a ride to the neighbouring town, about 45 minutes away with her neighbour who worked night-shift over there, Harper found herself wandering aimlessly through town. Although it wasn't that far away she didn't often get the chance to visit here anymore just because Cameron didn't like her too far out of his reach. It felt freeing.

Or, that might have been the rum talking.

With her knees drawn up to her chest on a park bench looking out into the dark over the little brook splashing over a rocky outcropping, Harper raised Cameron's flask to her lips and took another swig of straight dark spiced Captain Morgan's. When her attempt to pull another mouthful didn't work she pouted and tossed the flask into the grass next to the bench and stood up, breathing deeply and pausing for a moment to catch her balance. She'd already been to the local bar and filled her flask once but maybe they'd take pity on her and give her one more refill.

She doubted it.

What they did do was convince her that it was time to go home and sleep it off.

It was only petulantly and half nonsensical when her fingers fumbled over the keys on her cellphone to input a number she'd memorized even if she'd never dialed it.

She didn't even know what time it was, and she had no clue what the fuck she was doing or even what she might say if he picked up, but she listened to the ringing of the line intently even if her vision was just a bit fuzzy.

No answer.

Now she was insistent; she dialed again.

She told herself that she was only calling him because she had no one else she could count on. Sure, her father would drive out to get her in a heartbeat but she couldn't let him be ashamed of her behaviour. Better to leave them in bed.

Realistically, something in her chest kept thinking of the kiss she'd had with a practical stranger last week and wanting more.

 

[LucianDevine]

As weird of a routine as it was, Damon did eventually settle into one. He woke up as early as he could so that he could head down to the gym or the pool to take advantage of the fact that there were less people around. It would be very easy for him to let himself go and lose his slim and wiry appearance since he was on this vacation, if you could call it that. He was doing the best that he could to avoid that, though. When people did enter though, he finished what he was doing as quickly as he could without drawing attention to himself and headed back up to his room.

Between the gym, the pool, the balcony, and the sight and sound of the ocean, Damon found it very easy to relax. The only thing that disrupted him for the most part, aside from periodic calls from his publicist and agent, were the thoughts of Harper. Those thoughts, when they came, pulled him completely away from whatever his surroundings were and had him once again thinking of all the things he wished he could say and do for her, even if he might not be able to do them with her. At this point he would be happy just to see her get out of her relationship with Cameron. She deserved so much better than him. While he wasn't exactly fine with knowing that she might not end up with him, he could at least accept it if she ended up in a better place.

Along with the thoughts of the things he wished he could say and do to and with Harper, lyrics and rhythms came to his mind, forcing him to go to his computer to get them down before he forgot them. They weren't all winners of course, but working on his music acted as a sort of outlet for all of his pent up feelings. He couldn't say or do them to or with her, but at least getting them down on paper helped get them out of his head. It wasn't the same thing, but it was the best he could do for now.

It was after a particularly long but productive music session that Damon finally managed to get to sleep. Even now he knew that there was no way he was going to wake up in time to go to the gym or the pool, but he was okay with that for now.

Though his body was sleeping, Damon's mind was going a mile-a-minute. Harper was in every single dream he had that night, and in one of them he thought he heard his phone ringing. In his dream he found himself reaching for it, but when he grabbed it, it wasn't ringing. Despite that though, he kept hearing the sound, and as it pulled at his consciousness, his body slowly started to come awake. He let out a groan and reached for his phone, wondering who in the hell was calling him this late. He didn't recognize the number, but went to swipe and answer it, but ended up being one ring too late. His phone flashed showing that he had a missed call. It was only then that he looked closer at the number. It was neither his agent nor his publicist, and the area code of the number was a local one. He was still looking at the number, trying to figure out who it might be when his phone rang again. The called ID showed the same number, and he swiped his phone to answer it and moved it to his hear.

"Hello?" Damon asked with clear confusion in his voice.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper was a little slurred when she heard the rumble of a sleepy voice on the other end. She had been just about to give up. The bass quality of Damon’s voice made her smile.

He made her smile.

“Heyyyyy! Damon. ‘S Harper. You gave me the number. I just... just need you. Please. I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” she moped. “but listen. I really need you to come get me. Please? I’m stuck.”

The tone in her voice was depressed and not her usual lilting tenor. She babbled off where she was and waited for his response, listening to his quiet respirations on the other end of the phone.

 

[LucianDevine]

Sleepy as Damon was, he recognized Harper's voice instantly, and the sound of it brought a smile to his face. Despite that happiness though, the tone of her voice as she spoke, needing him to come get her from the next town over immediately caught his attention. While it was the nearest town in that direction, it was still a good forty-five minute drive, even in light traffic.

"I...um...yeah..." Damon started, stammering as he tried to organize his thoughts. He hated the tone of Harper's voice, and even if she was just a normal friend that he wanted nothing more from, he would have helped her. "I need to shower quick, and then I'm on my way okay? i'll text you when I leave."

It actually pained Damon to hang up on Harper, but he knew that the longer he was on the phone with her, the longer it would take for him to actually get to her and help her. So it was sort of a necessary evil. As for the shower itself, he took about as brief a shower as he could while still making sure he washed his hair and body.

When he got out of the shower, he dried himself, got dressed, and sent the text to Harper, letting her know that he was leaving. The drive itself was kind of it's own sort of torture. He found himself wondering what situations might have occurred tp end up with her stuck in the neighboring town.

Maybe Harper had gone there with Cameron, said something to piss him off, and he'd left her there? Maybe she'd left him with just her purse and the clothes on her back, took the first bus out, and called Damon as soon as she got off the bus?

Scenario after scenario played out in Damon's head, almost driving him crazy. His anxiety only started to let up when he turned off the freeway and passed the sign welcoming him to town. He drove to where she said she was, and pulled into a parking space of the public park. He got out of his car and scanned the dimly lit park, trying to see if she'd come closer to the parking lot before he started out along the path that led along the little brook.

A smile came to Damon's face when he saw Harper still sitting on the bench she'd told him on the phone. He walked slowly closer, taking the path so that she'd see him and not be startled as he approached her.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper looked up as she heard footsteps.

Her eyes landed on Damon and the pounding of her heart settled down for just a moment. She raised up onto unsteady feet and felt his arms come around her waist to catch her. Her fingers clutched at his upper arms and her face rested against the frontal aspect of his shoulders.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, voice muffled in his shirt. She could feel his steady breathing against her and smell the fresh scent from his shower. It felt so good here in his arms.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon watched Harper rise from her seat and instantly noticed the unsteadiness of her footing. He rushed forward without thinking, putting his hands around her waist to help hold her up. She went one step farther though, and actually let her head rest against his shoulder as her hands gripped his upper arms.

The mere act of holding Harper once again cause Damon to flash back to her prom night and the dances they'd shared. His eyes closed as he lowered his head to rest his cheek against the side of her head.

":You're welcome."

Damn said simply as he simply held her, trying to keep his breathing steady even as his heart was beating a mile-a-minute. He didn't know what had happened that had brought her here and thus need him to be here as well, but in that moment he didn't care. He just held her for the sake of holding her, not wanting to move and ruin the moment they were sharing.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Fuck, but he smelled so good. Harper felt all of her cares melt away. She had no idea how long they stood there like that before he finally pulled away but it did cause her to pout.

She didn’t let go. With fingers still gripping his arms tightly Harper just looked at him.

Her voice was soft when she said, “Hi Damon. Will you take me home with you? Anywhere but that hell hole Cameron calls home. I just need to be away from it. It’s why I came tonight. Everything has just been smothering me.”

 

[LucianDevine]

Time seemed to stand still for Damon as he just stood there and held Harper. It was such a simple thing, but it seemed like so much more, just because it was with her. Only when he started to feel self-conscious did he finally lift his cheek from her hair and take half a step back. Even as he did so though, he immediately missed the smell of her hair. Judging by the pouting look on her face he could tell that she felt the same, especially when her hands continued to hold his arms, ensuring that he couldn't back up without deliberate effort.

Harper's words were both understandable and surprising. He had expected to give her a ride home, but the deliberate mention of his home caught him a bit off guard. Despite that though, he simply smiled, leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, and spoke.

"Sure thing Harper, whatever you want." Damon began, whispering the words heatedly against her skin before stepping back and meeting her gaze once more. "You'll have to let go of my arms first though." He continued, before giving her the same knowing half-smile he'd shown at the bar. His body was already stirring with her closeness, but he fought against it, not wanting to take advantage of her in this vulnerable state.

 

[Cum_Inside]

She didn’t want to let go.

It roused her just enough to slide her hands down his arms to clasp gently at one of his wrists before curling her fingers in his.

The drive back to town was pretty uneventful, actually. Harper felt comfortable with her head leaning against the cool glass with the silence pervading; she was used to listening to Cameron pick and prod at her constantly and having someone content just to enjoy her presence without too much rigamarole was soothing. They didn’t talk but she didn’t feel the need to, body relaxing and slipping into a nice little sleep.

When the car rolled to a stop outside Damon’s hotel, Harper woke with a small start, yawning and staring out at the lit marquis sign.

It seemed to only take him a second before he was out of the vehicle and round the other side to open the door for her and help her out of the car. She held onto him once more and allowed him to lever her body from the passenger seat with a sweet smile.

“Thanks Damon. I owe you so much. I really do not want to go home tonight, but I guess I really should get going...”

 

[LucianDevine]

The feeling of Harper's hand sliding down his arm to finally entwine her fingers with his brought another smile to Damon's lips. He'd dreamed of moments like this for so long, especially while he'd been in high school being forced to watch her and Cameron together.

The two walked back to his car together like that, simply holding hands. When they reached his car, Damon opened the door for Harper and let her hold his hand as she walked around in and only forced himself to let go of her hand so that he could close the door behind her.

The ride back to town was a quiet one, but the silence the two shared was companionable. He saw the way her head was resting against the cool glass of the window and her eyes slipped closed. As he saw her breathing steady he let up on the gas a little and moved into the slow lane so the ride would be a bit more smooth for her. It would take them longer to get back, but that wasn't his greatest concern at the moment. He was just glad to see her relaxed and calmed down, a far cry from the way she'd been on the phone.

Damon almost felt guilty when he pulled into a parking spot and the sudden stop roused Harper from her sleep. He saw her head lift up and her mouth open into a yawn before he opened his door, stepped out, closed it, and walked back around to open her door for her once more. It took a bit of extra time to help Harper out of the seat and onto her feet, but it was time that he was more than willing to spend. Only when her feet were planted safely on the ground did he finally meet her gaze and smile before closing the door behind her.

Harper's words surprised Damon, but he simply shook his head and smiled at her once again.

"It's no trouble at all Harper, really." Damon started with an uncharacteristic but genuine full smile on his lips. "But what kind of friend would I be if I be if I didn't keep my word? I offered you anything you wanted, and as I recall, you're exact words were wanting to come home with me. Your own admission just now said that you didn't want to go to back to Cameron's place. So you can see how my hands are tied" As he finished speaking, Damon's trademark half-smile came to his lips. He shifted his position to stand beside her and place his arm over and around her shoulders, holding her close as he steered them in the direction of the front door.

Damon walked with a slow but steady gait, trying to jostle Harper as little as possible as they walked. He used his free hand to open each of the doors as they came to them. He kept himself between her and the desk, wanting to keep as few people from recognizing her as possible. He knew how it could look for her, being in a relationship with somebody but being seen entering a hotel with another man, and he wanted to spare her that as much as he could. He guided them towards the elevator and even went so far as to push the button for the floor and waiting to turn them around until the doors were closed. Soon enough the two of them were on his floor, walking to his room, and stepping inside.

It was hard for Damon to not be a little concerned with how Harper might react when she saw his room. He hadn't exactly gone all out and gotten the best room in the place or anything, but he had gotten himself a suite. He hadn't originally planned on spending more than a week here, and knowing that most of that time was likely to be spent in this room, he didn't want to feel cramped.

"You are welcome to the bed. I'll take the couch.?" Damon said with genuine politeness as he led Harper towards the bedroom and the king-sized bed that lay within. He helped her sit down on it before speaking again. "Can I get you a glass of water or something?"

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper paused just inside the threshold of the door for a moment before settling on the king sized bed. He offered her a drink and even though it was a bad idea, Harper still felt like drinking her pain away. Instead, she shook her head slowly and rose to stand again, moving into his personal bubble.

Splaying herself against his chest again, Harper smiled. “You’re really too good to me. I wish I’d just been smart enough to choose you - Cameron is such a tool.”

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon kept his gaze on Harper after he sat her down and even after she rose to her feet. He'd seen her shake her head, and was tempted to try and insist on her drinking some water. He wasn't sure how much she'd had to drink, but given the unsteadiness she'd displayed when she'd risen from the bench in the park, the odds of her waking up with a hangover was very high.

Any thoughts about insisting on Harper having that glass of water immediately went out the window when she not only approached him, but immediately pressed her head against his chest. The suddenness of it actually made his heart skip a beat. His brain had no idea what to do, even as he heard her words, but his body knew what to do. His arms lifted to wrap around her and hold her close. One hand rubbed her back while the other gently stroked her hair.

"There's no such thing as too good for you Harper." Damon said softly as he held her close. "I wish I'd been brave enough to choose you too. You deserve so much better than him, and I hate that you have had to endure it these past few years." His touch was beyond gentle as he spoke, almost as though she were made of glass and that she might break if he held her too tight or used too much pressure. He wanted this moment to last forever.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Her tone was plaintive and sad when she asked: “why didn’t you choose me?”

 

[LucianDevine]

The tone of Harper's voice as she asked her question hurt Damon more than he had expected. It was a fair question of course, and one he couldn't fault her for. Despite his feelings though, he didn't hesitate as he pulled back just enough to pull his hand from her hair to lift her chin to meet his gaze.

"I wasn't ready to commit back then. I wanted to, but I was young and stupid. You deserved somebody who could give you all of themselves, and back then...I just couldn't."

Damon's gaze was steady as he spoke, and his touch on her chin was gentle, as was the pressure of his other hand on her lower back. He wanted to maintain this intimate distance, but not pressure her for anything, especially in her fragile state.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Something about the words he had just spoken brought many unanswered questions to the forefront, but the striking thing she couldn’t get her mind off of was “back then”. Just what did Damon mean?

“Back then?” She asked. “What’s changed for you?” Her voice was almost a whisper, eyes slipping shut in pleasure at the soft touch of his hand on her chin. Gods, but she wanted him to kiss her. Her mouth still remembered the way his felt on hers the other night and the way he’d kissed her so perfectly; softly and intimately but enough to know he meant it.

 

[LucianDevine]

Harper's next question was just as understandable as her previous one had been, and Damon was just as ready for it.

"I was sort of lost back then...I didn't know what I wanted to do with myself. I couldn't ask you to give me every part of yourself when I wasn't able to do the same. That's part of why I ended up moving to New York. I found myself there, for at least a little while anyway. I was doing something I loved, and for a while that was enough. I lost that creative spark again though, and that's why I came back here. I know what I want to do now, and know how to do it. I have everything I could possibly want and need...except somebody to share it all with."

"I didn't come here looking for that somebody, but when I saw you again everything came rushing back to the surface. I'd never forgotten about you, that night, or how I felt about you Harper. I still feel the same way about you now as I did back then, but now I am ready to give all of myself."

Damon knew that he was rambling now, trying to explain feelings that he still barely understood. He hoped that his eyes were helping him communicate the feelings and that she could forgive him for the choices that he'd made.

 

[Cum_Inside]

He was saying all the right things.

With a sweet sigh, Harper reached up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his tentatively. She pulled back and her response was just as simple as her questions had been.

“I’ve always wanted you. I wanted you to want me. But you didn’t. And then Cameron was there. I settled. You’re what I want for myself, Damon, and I’m not just saying this stuff cuz I’ve been drinking.”

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon's heart skipped a beat as he saw Harper lean up on her tiptoes. He held his breath as she leaned in close, finally let out a soft sigh when her lips pressed to his in a tentative kiss. His eyes drifted closed for the brief seconds that their lips were touching, and didn't open until she pulled back. His brown gaze held her green one as he spoke, and a small smile came to his lips.

"I know Harper, and I am so sorry for the way all of that played out, except for the night of your prom. I have always wanted you and hated seeing the way Cameron treated you and bailed on you that night. I am here now, and all yours if you'll have me."

When he finished talking, Damon let his hand on Harper's chin slide up to her cheek, glide across it towards the back of her head which he then pulled without true force towards him as he leaned down to kiss her. There was no hesitation in this kiss, nor was there haste or reluctance. He kissed her full and deep, letting his tongue flick against her lips. His other hand started to rub her back once more, wanting her to feel as safe and secure in this as possible, if she chose to keep going forward.

 

[Cum_Inside]

She practically melted into him, hands clutching at his waist as they lost themselves in a kiss that felt entirely too steamy for her to remain level-headed. That combined with the booze in her bloodstream made her entirely too weak to the way his tongue skilfully massaged hers. They twirled and dipped into each other’s mouths and danced a torrid dance that was entirely too taboo for a woman who was already engaged, but Harper couldn’t help the moan that broke free from the minuscule gap between their lips.

They only came up for air a couple times but otherwise the only sound in the room was the wet smacking of their lips and the heavy gasps when they separated for just a few seconds before diving back into it.

With one hand on his chest, Harper pushed Damon backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed and she followed him down with her body straddling his on the bed, both arms wrapped around his neck.

“I’m yours,” she gasped between kisses.

 

[LucianDevine]

Harper's instantaneous reaction to him kissing her was everything Damon could have wished for. He'd thought about this exact moment so many times that he almost couldn't believe that it was really happening. Her hands moved to his waist as their tongues entwined, wrestling with each other as they dipped into each others mouths.

Time was lost to Damon as he and Harper made out, barely coming up for air, almost as though they were afraid that the moment would end if their lips parted. Harper's moan that slipped from the smallest of gaps between their lips was just icing on the cake.

Despite the heavenly moment that Damon found himself engrossed in, nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of Harper putting her hand on his chest and pushing him backwards. It wasn't easy to keep their lips locked as they moved like that, but the pair managed it all the same, only breaking when the backs of his knees hit the bed and he toppled backwards.

There wasn't any time to react to the sudden change in position though, because as soon as Damon's back hit the bed, Harper was following after him, straddling him as her arms wrapped around his neck, trapping him in her heavenly embrace. The words that slipped out between kisses was nothing short of perfection, words he never thought he'd hear, let alone from Harper. Her words emboldened him, and he found his hands moving down to her hips before dipping beneath the hem of her shirt and sliding slowly up her back. The feel of her bare skin beneath the tender touch of his fingertips made him moan, even though he was the one doing the touching. His passion rose with each passing second until he was rubbing and massaging the bare skin of her back, his fingers teasing at the band of the bra that he couldn't see, as his lips pressed more firmly to hers, his head tilting to deepen the kiss and his tongue invaded her mouth again and again. Damon's breath was ragged and broken up with heavy panting during the brief moments when they had to break for air, but he couldn't care less, not in this moment with her.

 

[Cum_Inside]

The sensitive spot between her thighs was warm and damp as she expressed her fervour for Damon through their kissing. She could tell she wasn’t the only one though; there was a noticeable bulge in his jeans underneath her and the next time she exhaled her pleasure through a high-pitched whimper, Harper’s hips began to rock against his lap to encourage him. Her own hands wandered over every inch of him they could reach and eventually settled for winding into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck while the other wandered down his lean chest, fingers rubbing over the ridge of muscle just under his t-shirt and flirting with the edge of his pants.

She was starting to feel fire creeping up on her. She was too hot. She needed out of her shirt lest she explode, so with one smooth movement she was shucking it and revealing her bra covered breasts to his eyes. His eyes focused on them but it didn’t take long for a haze to settle over his deep brown eyes as he registered the bruise spreading from her hipbone to disappear underneath the edge of her bra and wrapping around her back on the right side. It was a deep brown with some yellow hues buried in the shading where the bruise was old and fading over time. Harper dreaded what would happen if he saw the terrible state of her bottom, still red and welted from her suggested misbehaviour.

Harper tugged his face up to meet hers with a steady pressure against his nape as she burrowed in for another kiss and tried to distract him from her landmap of bruises.