Damon's P.O.V
Wilona asks, walking up behind me as I repositioned the lamps towards the couch.
"You said you see better when it's brighter, so I'm making it as bright as possible so there's no mistaking this," I explain, dancing between the many lights to get them just right. "Sit."
Will obliges and slips into a comfortable position. Her painted toes poking out behind her as she rests herself partially on her legs which laid folded beneath her. Her arm resting leisurely against the sofa as she tracks me with curious and kind eyes, the look sending a tingle down my spine.
I turn on the remaining lights in the apartment before making my way back to her. Making sure everything was perfect, she deserved nothing less.
I take my time approaching her, knowing she was still a little cautious. Sinking down onto the couch, a space laying between us giving her the comfort she needed. I turn to face her, my heart lurching at being so close to my mate, urges rising to make the space disappear and hold her in my arms.
"Whenever you're ready," I whisper, fisting tightening around the furniture in my grasp to still me.
Will's eyes dart around my face, studying every little pinpoint before she tugs herself closer just a little bit. The action making everything inside of me try to lurch forward, but I reign myself in, keeping myself perfectly still as I watch Will come closer. She pushes up onto her knees and draws herself as close as she can until her body's warmth teases at my skin, her small chest thumping like a loud drum as she raises her hand.
Thin fingers stretch out carefully, a slight tremor in them the only movement between us. Until she settles them over my hands, the soft fingertips brushing my skin like loving kisses which make my eyes glow without permission.
My jaws lock, fists clenching as my body seizes, need and want strong and demanding, electricity rummaging through my entire spirit as I look up at this wonderful, beautiful thing that was mine. All mine...
Will's eyes widen as her fingers stretch out further until they wrap around my wrist in a tight hold, the connection frying any lingering sense in my mind. I let myself bask in the radiant glow of my mate's touch, a near pur pushing past my lips at the comfort and pleasure it brought. Will pulls closer as if chasing the sight, forcing her knees to meet my thighs and it takes everything in me not to tackle her.
She doesn't even seem to notice as her eyes dart around my face viscously, a lust all too similar to her pulsing through her gaze as she studies me. Her teeth sink into her lip, drawing my gaze downwards. I swallow slowly, watching the pink delicacy that was trying to draw me in.
"I can see you." Will whispers, voice soft and gentling, sensing if it were any louder it could shatter this fragile state between us.
"What do you see?" I ask, eyes pulling up to meet her.
Her heart leaps the moment our gazes meet and her fingers tighten around my hand. I twist it slowly, gaze never leaving her until our fingers are clenched together in a tight hold. My thumb sweeping over her wrist soothingly, every inch of me needing to feel her in some manner, even in this subtle manner.
"I see those blue eyes, they're lighter now that I thought they were, like if they're glowing." She says softly, eyes still locked to mine before they begin to search. "You've got high cheekbones, they're sharp just you're jaw. Your hair is to this side today, midnight black but there are light blonde streaks hidden in there, I think. You've got a little mole below your lips, and a little crook to your nose."
"I don't think you're mind fabricated the exact same face I have." I tease, smiling at the way her lips pulled, fingers tightening around mine as her body sinks closer as if drawn into me.
"I don't think so either." She whispers, eyes lifting to meet mine again. "You were right."
"I tend to be."
"No, you were right before." She tells me, my eyes frown with confusion but she doesn't leave me guessing for too long. "You really are quite a sight."
And I'm hard again.
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Wilona's P.O.V
I shuffle around the store in a frenzy, somehow managing to help people all while manning the register, a more challenging task than it had any right being.
Since it was the weekend, the place was basically overflowing with curious teens and reminiscing oldies.
It was a compact situation which called for my bitchiest side to make an appearance, yet... I was nothing but smiles and attentive to everyone. It was weird, even scared me a little but I didn't push it away.
I knew by now to not push away the good days but to lie in the glory of their glow, because the brightest days were always followed by the darkest nights.
So I was enjoying Nice Wilona for as long as she was available.
Nice Wilona seemed to be nauseatingly jubilant, all kindness and weariless. She was also very light on her toes, fucker got around despite being disabled. Nice Wilona was blind just like normal Will, confirming that smiles didn't solve everything.
Nice Wilona was also obsessed with asking Siri the time because Nice Wilona wasn't afraid to admit that she couldn't wait for it to be three. She knew just like I did, that three meant a certain, neighbor of mine may stroll in and make the smiles even bigger.
We both liked that neighbor. I really liked that neighbor.
I lean forward and rest my face in my hands, my chair swirling beneath me as I stare impatiently at the door.
The grin on my lips refusing the leave or lessen even a fraction, which was super annoying because it was only twelve, Damon may not even come and I was already way more excited than I should be.
I'd sworn off people. Sworn off their company, their lies hidden behind false promises and their need to be wicked.
I'd solemnly sworn off people and meant it, determined to keep myself safe and alive, even if that meant I was barely living at all.
But things were different with Damon.
Damon was nice and funny, he was kind too. He didn't question my strange tendencies, he didn't even blink twice, just accepted it with metaphorical open arms I wished were real.
He was different and that made things change, it made me change. Given that reality scared me a little, but the fear was nothing besides the joy it brought with it.
It'd been nothing but lonely silence before I met Damon. Lonely silence blipped with brief glimpses at the world outside me, the cage of my own making both protective and abusive. It was pain and mistrust before Damon.
Things were different with Damon, better, things were better when Damon was around.
I hadn't cried in weeks, not since the night that Damon found me. Since that night, it'd been nothing but laughing and warmth, two things I hadn't felt for so long it almost hurt to have them again.
Then we touched and everything fell away, all the hurts and blemishes faded until I was so light that I felt like I was floating... and it was perfect. It was blissful, soft and patient, the feeling was everything I never knew I needed until it happened and it left me craving it ever since.
He left me craving him ever since.
Those blue eyes were crowned jewels in disguise, the appeal only lengthening when I saw him. Saw all of him, his strong features I'd barely brushed before and his hidden quirks I quickly grew to admire.
He had tattoos which I'd barely guessed at before, his arms scattered with a few like an unfinished canvas, a large one to his inner thigh was I silently wanted to explore in every way I could.
Damon was quite honestly and undeniably perfect. His company an intoxicating, precious thing to be around.
"What are you smiling about?" Blue asks as he steps out of the backroom, Sassy bumping against his leg with built enthusiasm. "You're smiling like the God damn Cheshire cat."
She'd taken a quick liking to the man who provided her with somewhere to stretch her legs and it only grew when he took the time some days to throw her a ball. She never went for it when I tried, too refined to show me her more playful side.
"It's a good day," I reply while slipping off the chair for him to sit but he only snarls angrily my way.
The gesture offending him like any action did that was triggered by his age rather than him. I ignore it, petting Sassy's furry head while standing against the wall, leaving the chair empty until he gave up and took it.
"It's always a good day but you never smile like that." Blue retorts while he shifts on the chair, seeking a comfortable position which seemed determined to illude him. "What's got you showing all your teeth? Or should I ask, who?"