There was more than one way, it seemed, to make Damon feel wanted and secure. ...And like someone was his, first. Tired as he was, he kept getting more and more the whys behind Damon being bothered by Elijah (or, actually, Rebekah) having bitten him.
"Out of the shower, then, okay?" He turned off the shower. Hot water and bleeding, but also slick surfaces, and not really wide enough for Damon to be comfortable on his knees. He could sit on, or lean against, the counter Damon had been on.
He kissed Damon softly, grabbed a towel and passed one back to Damon.
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Date: 2013-06-10 05:27 am (UTC)"Out of the shower, then, okay?" He turned off the shower. Hot water and bleeding, but also slick surfaces, and not really wide enough for Damon to be comfortable on his knees. He could sit on, or lean against, the counter Damon had been on.
He kissed Damon softly, grabbed a towel and passed one back to Damon.