Sorry for the random. I was wondering if you could tell me if this is alright or too much?
"Damon..." Katherine coos from where she's straddling his hips, pinning his wrists to the bed with her lithe hands. He blinks harshly, but he's still meeting Stefan's eyes from where he's bound to the bedroom door. Rope forms a criss-cross over his body, and there's a white hanky covering his mouth. His chest is bare and every time he heaves a breath, the rope scratches up against his skin. It'd pink up, burn red if he weren't what he is. His brown breeches are sagging where the knot rests against his navel, and every time his stomach puffs out even slightly, the waist is pushed lower. "Damon," she says sharply. If she'd been able to bind him first, she'd have her fingers on his chin, tugging his face toward hers. "Look at me, not him." She lifts her hand lightening quick and Damon's just trying to communicate silently with Stefan, and the slap catches him up, a shocked breath escaping his mouth and his hips jerk up. Before he can even tame the reddening of his cheeks, her hand is holding him down again, and she's smirking over the top of him. "I thought so..." she says, smug. She's still got all the power, always has.
Wait. If Stefan can't have red marks on his skin, Damon can't blush. I'll have to change that obvs.
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Date: 2010-05-14 10:15 am (UTC)Sorry for the random. I was wondering if you could tell me if this is alright or too much?
Wait. If Stefan can't have red marks on his skin, Damon can't blush. I'll have to change that obvs.