Pretty Little Thing

Preface

Cissy woke to a set of teasing lips, she groaned softly in response as they ran along the nape of her neck in gentle brushes. Shifting in her sleep, she rolled onto her back, neck further exposed for torment.

Cool breath blankets the right side of her face; he's watching her from up close. She stiffens; startled by the chilliness of his stony fingers as they softly stroke her curves, gently, grazing along her bare skin, she trembles underneath their touch.

A sigh escapes from her parted lips, its invitation enough, he kisses her.

Caught by surprise, she yielded into the soft strength of his skillful lips.

Cissy opens her eyes, widening at the person she found sitting before her, she had expected Mason. Not him.Frightened, she abruptly breaks away from his smoldering embrace and sputtered, "D-Daemon I-I," she cowers away from him. Was he still angry with her? A satisfied smirk slowly reaches the contours of his mouth, he chuckles at her discomfort.

Her throat suddenly gets dry and she licks her swollen lips before she speaks. "Where's Mason?" Her voice is weak and cracked.

Daemon flicks his gaze to his watch for a fleeting moment before he leans forward, pulling out a pack of cigs from his back pocket. He lights one and takes a drag. His muscles lose their tension; they relax after another long exhale of smoke.

"He's out," he answers her finally, with his back still turned to her.Cissy let out a shaky sigh, eyes widening as his muscles flexed, Daemon this time leaning backwards until his head fell into her lap, his body stretching entirely across her bed.

She had sat at the farthest corner of the bed; her back against the headboard. Legs spread out in front her, calves folded in; Daemon relaxed into the curviture of her legs, his head on her thigh.

Her dark brown hair fell over her shoulders; bangs showered the right side of her face like curtains, still just enough to cover the budding bruise at her temple.

Agitated, she bit her lip, clutching onto to the bed sheets at her side.

Tensed, she calmed her nerves taking a silent breath. Her nose crinkled in annoyance as her lungs burned, irritated, by the ashen smoke from his cig.

She felt the low rumble of Daemons chest rise and fall as he again laughed at her uneasiness. Her face flushed, she never felt completely contented whenever Daemon was around, even as child she stayed away from him.

Without Mason around to be break the ice or to play Switzerland, these two siblings were hushed into silence.

Daemon took one last drag, flicking off what was left of his cig into the small trash behind him. He sighed deeply turning his attention back to Cissy. Daemons demeanor may have been seen as cold and distant, but his eyes held depths of loneliness that one took time to notice up close.

Her mouth curved into a hesitant but soft smile and tentatively with one hand she reached forward to brush fingers through his hair in a calming manor, just like ma did before she died.

For a short moment Daemon's frowning lips turned into a slow but curved smile. He closed his eyes focusing only on the soothing motion of Cissy's had running through his hair.

With her other hand pressed up against his left cheek, cupping his face, Daemon leaned into her warming touch, moving his lips to kiss her palm before his own hand reached to grip the back of her neck. He pulled her forward until their noses brushed.

She freezes, tensed and he hesitates.

His lips press firmly to hers, they part in compliance as Daemon gently probes every crevasse of her mouth. A soft moan escapes her mouth, impeding their silence as Daemon continued to torture her mouth, his able lips sending swarms of heat to gust through her veins.

She gasps and they stop to catch their breaths.

With quick disposition Damon quickly pins Cissy down onto her back. Settling in between her legs, he gives her one last taunting smile, before he captures her lips once more.

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