She looked at him, her mouth open but not saying anything except stunted sounds. Her urge to leave him on the steps of her door smacked head on with that charming grin and eager eyes on his face. She opened the door and walked in quietly. As she passed through the door Damon heard her say, “Okay.”
Clara walked ahead through the apartment switching on the lights. It was actually a fairly big space but the wood wall-paneling made for a darker, warmer place than might be expected. The usual vacuum-like muffled sounds from being in a basement were present. She had it simply decorated, books and trinkets on shelves, country-styled furniture, a small stereo, no television.
Damon stood in the foyer until she returned.
“Let me take your jacket,” she said, her nerves seemingly easing a bit now that he was already in the apartment.
She hung his coat in a closet and then turned to him clasping her hands together, “Would you like the tour?”
Damon folded his hands behind his back and walked toward her, grinning sheepishly, “By all means, show me your humble abode.”
“This is the kitchen,” she said pointing.
“Is that genuine linoleum,” he commented.
She smiled and continued, “The dining room.”
“Or the office by the looks of it,” he joked commenting on all the papers on the table.
“Living room,” she said stifling a chuckle.
“That fake wood-panelling is a real selling point.”
She opened a door and posed like a showgirl, “The bathroom.”
“Where one takes a bath, I suppose?” he mocked.
She slapped him lightly on the arm her eyes widening, “I suppose!”
They walked to another door. She swung it open.
“The bedroom,” she said waving her hand towards it, “Where I suppose one would sleep!”
Damon strolled in and looked around. Her most private sanctum was clean and pristine with an effeminate decor that reflected her own demure nature. He walked right up to the bed. Looking at it he said, “I suppose…among other things.” He pushed two fingers into the mattress.
The vacuum silence hung in the air. He could feel her mood shift immediately, her heart skip a beat, her uncertain gaze fixed on him. He liked it. Very much.
He walked around the room, looking at the pictures on the wall, the items on the dressers and bed stand, waiting for her next move.
“Would…you like something to drink?” she asked, again her voice switching to an uncertain tone, “I have Coke or Sprite…”
Damon shook his head, grimacing towards her. He continued thoroughly examining her bedroom, knowing she was thinking of a way to get him out of there.
“Oh!” she suddenly piped in with a chirp her hands stretched out in front of her, “I just remembered! I have something for you!”
He tilted his head and raised a brow.
“It’s…it’s in the living room,” she pointed with both hands down the hall, “Come on. I want to give it to you.”
She quickly disappeared from the doorway. Damon followed at a leisurely pace, familiarizing himself with her bedroom.
By the time he made it to the living room Clara was already sitting on one end of the couch, her posture upright and prim.
He stood for a long moment in the front of the room just to look at her. Clara shifted nervously on the couch, waiting for him to join her. He sat down on the other end, leaning forward and clasping his hands together, awaiting her ‘gift’.
She had a black book on her lap.
“Now, this is something special,” she said slowly and deliberately, “I just wanted to give you something.”
She handed the book to him like she were handing him a diploma. Damon scanned the cover. It was a book entitled “Chosen Paths: Teachings of the New Testament”. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He hadn’t been expecting that.
“Stealing from the company again?” he joked.
She smiled and said, “I got that for you.”
“Hey! You shouldn’t give me this. This is way too nice,” he said. He dragged his fingers along the grain of the cover.
“Well, you always seem so sure of what paths you take,” she said, “You just make your choice and you go right at it. I’m thinking this will help you decide what paths to take before you go down them.”
She spoke with a certain conviction, strong and confident. With his own mind clear in thought, Damon understood why she was giving this to him now. This was her shield, her distraction, the way she could usurp the uninhibited thoughts of guys moving in too strong for her. She was throwing water on the fire and obviously, as evident by her confidence, the tactic had been successful in the past.
However, Damon could see right through the manoeuvre as clearly as he envisioned how he was going to play out the next few minutes with his own game plan. He was now certain of his own convictions. The knowledge that he had cracked her final wall sent a surge of anticipation through him.
He opened the book and flipped through the pages, “I…don’t know what to say, Clara. This really means a lot.”
She nodded, her eyes squinting as she smiled broadly.
“Thank you,” he said as he slid over to her on the couch. He reached out and gave her a hug happy to feel that she didn’t resist the gesture. As they pulled back, his dark eyes met hers, a determined, calm on his face. He leaned in close to her, tilting his head.
Clara’s smile immediately vanished, replaced by panic. She leaned back away from him, pressing into the arm of the couch.
“Uhh…here,” she pulled the book away from him, put it on her lap and opened it up. She ran her fingers along some of the paragraphs and said,”There are some interesting passages in here.”
Damon glanced down at the book then back at the side of her face as she began to read. Her eyes were fixed on the book but he could see the thoughts racing behind them. She was so entrancing, her anxious behaviour so appealing. It amused him to think that she didn’t know that everything she was doing now only served to arouse him more and more, the nudging in his pants growing, pushing higher.
He gently put his left hand on top of hers. She stopped reading.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a hushed voice.
“Just making you comfortable. Relax,” he said, stroking the top of her hand gently.
His right hand moved to her shoulder and tickled the hairs on her neck.
“Clara…” he whispered.
Reluctantly, she looked up at him. She soaked in the determination that was set upon his dark, handsome face. When he moved towards her this time, she only leaned back slightly. Clara gulped and closed her eyes.
His lips met hers in a gentle, tender kiss. Her lips were so soft, with the slightest tremble tickling his mouth. Damon pulled back and smiled. She found it to be so warm and genuine, she couldn’t help but also smile slightly.
Damon leaned in again and she met him. Another long, lingering kiss. This time he pulled away only briefly. She blinked. He caressed the back of her neck. Then he moved in again. His lips parted this time, kissing her lower lip before enveloping her mouth in a steamy, wet lock. Clara was taken aback by the intensifying passion. She kept her mouth closed. But Damon’s passion was surging, intensifying. He wanted to sample all of her tonight. He leaned in closer, pressing in harder, lolling his head and twisting and finally pushing his tongue past her lips. Clara gasped and as she did, his slick tongue delved deep into her mouth. She pushed at it with her tongue. It seemed to only drive him on. He squeezed her hand tight.
“Mmmm…” she moaned in between her breaths. She listened to her own moans and the wet smacks of their lips. Her breathing grew heavier and she could hear her heartbeat melt into the walls of the basement.
Damon used his tongue like a measuring stick, determining what level he had reached as he crept further along towards his ultimate goal. First he moved it in with short quick bursts along on her inner lip. Then he pressed it in further, rolling along her teeth then to the roof of her mouth. When he felt her own tongue begin to move and dance with his, revelling in its nervous and uncertain movements, it was all he could do not to pump his hand in the air. The thing was, his hands would be busy elsewhere.
He let go of her hand and let his left hand drift to her exposed knee. Clara opened her eyes and looked down but didn’t breakaway from their kissing. He massaged her knee, then rolled his hand to her inner leg, sliding it upward to her inner thigh, pushing her blue skirt up high. The slightest touch of her velvety thighs sent a shudder through him. She felt so tender there.
For the briefest millisecond, as she felt his warm heavy hand press and stroke its way up her leg, Clara thought about letting him go as far as he wanted to explore. It felt that delicious. But then the sounds, smells, and feelings of lust and passion all came together and she suddenly did everything she could to prevent them from overwhelming her.
“Mmmm-no! Wait…Damon, stop!” she said. She turned away from his kiss and pushed his hand out from under her skirt before tugging at it to pull it down. Damon leaned back on the couch. they were both breathing deeply. She lifted the back of her hand to her mouth, and sat frozen blinking at the floor trying to compose herself, thinking about what had happened just seconds before, thinking about what might have happened if she had let it go on.
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