Not Much of a Difference
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semeleTitle: Not Much of a Difference
Rating: NC17 (how did this happen?)
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Wordcount: 670
Prompt: Damon/Katherine, Like a cancer, or a curse / Now be my loving nurse, for December Meme of Doom
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Spoilers: nothing explicit, but let's say up to 2x22
Summary: They end up on the floor, because beds aren't really their scene, not any more, not ever.
A/N: Damon/Katherine is not my comfort zone, but I've been rewatching s2, and something clicked... Let's hope it worked. Happy December, Alex!
Not Much of a Difference
It turns out things aren't that different now.
(Damon grabs her wrist so hard it almost bruises, and Katherine pretends that she falls for this act: she hisses in pain and tries to shake him off, probably breaking a finger or two. Damon doesn't let go; Damon never lets go.)
She never really counted on the Salvatore boys being turned, but she took a chance in 1864, and she didn't actually plan what to do with them afterwards. Of course for a while she toyed with the idea that they would travel together, the three of them: the brother who loved her too much, the brother who didn't love her enough, and herself in between; but that was it. She knew it would never happen, not really, but there was something charming in that thought. Almost too charming for her to leave her boys behind. Oh, well.
(They end up on the floor, because beds aren't really their scene, not any more, not ever. Katherine rips Damon's shirt apart just because she can, and he tries to keep up, but she starts laughing as he grabs her dress, so he doesn't. Katherine watches as Damon opens her buttons one after another, his lips following his fingers like in a really bad movie, and she bursts out laughing again, but this time Damon doesn't care. He really is the best lover she's ever had, with his heart always on his sleeve, left for her to scratch as she pleases.)
Katherine likes the poetry of Damon: she remembers how he drank her blood, all sweaty and panting, determined not to admit that sex with her was exhausting for him. Not long after that he died in the forest, with no last words or even a scrap of dignity, and she thought it suited him. She never had a thing for great death.
(Damon's body is tense when he enters her, like it's both a relief and a challenge; that's how it works every single time, and Katherine wonders how is he with women who haven't known him forever, with women from whom he can still hide things. She watches him as he strokes her leg, and she places her foot on his shoulder so that he could go deeper. This way she can see his face; Damon is stronger and faster now, but he still bites his lip when he's about to come, his hair is a mess, and ok, there are veins instead of tears around his eyes, but it doesn't make that much of a difference. “I love you,” she whispers just to mess with his head, and he becomes even more tense, struggling not to believe.)
Damon used to be the kind of boy she would've loved insanely had she known him when she was human, and she still can't help but be just a little fond of him. Of course when she gives it a second thought, she remembers that the boys she used to love back then were very different from him, down to Earth and not at all sentimental, but it doesn't matter that much. She likes the idea nonetheless.
(After a while Katherine lets herself lose it as well; she opens her legs so wide she might seem desperate, arches her back just like she likes it and lets Damon grab her hips to hold her in place. She does none of the things men usually expect her to do; she doesn't scratch his back or scream, and she appreciates that Damon doesn't try to wait until she comes.)
They aren't that different, the two of them, even if, for now, Damon is with the good guys. Katherine doesn't buy this whole redemption thing. That's just not them; they don't die on altars of blood and they don't have their heroic moments. Instead, they crawl out of everything, leave some bodies behind and never look back. Deep down he knows it too, this darling boy of hers.
(Even though he still has this ridiculous obsession with love.)
Rating: NC17 (how did this happen?)
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Wordcount: 670
Prompt: Damon/Katherine, Like a cancer, or a curse / Now be my loving nurse, for December Meme of Doom
For:
ever_neutralSpoilers: nothing explicit, but let's say up to 2x22
Summary: They end up on the floor, because beds aren't really their scene, not any more, not ever.
A/N: Damon/Katherine is not my comfort zone, but I've been rewatching s2, and something clicked... Let's hope it worked. Happy December, Alex!
Not Much of a Difference
It turns out things aren't that different now.
(Damon grabs her wrist so hard it almost bruises, and Katherine pretends that she falls for this act: she hisses in pain and tries to shake him off, probably breaking a finger or two. Damon doesn't let go; Damon never lets go.)
She never really counted on the Salvatore boys being turned, but she took a chance in 1864, and she didn't actually plan what to do with them afterwards. Of course for a while she toyed with the idea that they would travel together, the three of them: the brother who loved her too much, the brother who didn't love her enough, and herself in between; but that was it. She knew it would never happen, not really, but there was something charming in that thought. Almost too charming for her to leave her boys behind. Oh, well.
(They end up on the floor, because beds aren't really their scene, not any more, not ever. Katherine rips Damon's shirt apart just because she can, and he tries to keep up, but she starts laughing as he grabs her dress, so he doesn't. Katherine watches as Damon opens her buttons one after another, his lips following his fingers like in a really bad movie, and she bursts out laughing again, but this time Damon doesn't care. He really is the best lover she's ever had, with his heart always on his sleeve, left for her to scratch as she pleases.)
Katherine likes the poetry of Damon: she remembers how he drank her blood, all sweaty and panting, determined not to admit that sex with her was exhausting for him. Not long after that he died in the forest, with no last words or even a scrap of dignity, and she thought it suited him. She never had a thing for great death.
(Damon's body is tense when he enters her, like it's both a relief and a challenge; that's how it works every single time, and Katherine wonders how is he with women who haven't known him forever, with women from whom he can still hide things. She watches him as he strokes her leg, and she places her foot on his shoulder so that he could go deeper. This way she can see his face; Damon is stronger and faster now, but he still bites his lip when he's about to come, his hair is a mess, and ok, there are veins instead of tears around his eyes, but it doesn't make that much of a difference. “I love you,” she whispers just to mess with his head, and he becomes even more tense, struggling not to believe.)
Damon used to be the kind of boy she would've loved insanely had she known him when she was human, and she still can't help but be just a little fond of him. Of course when she gives it a second thought, she remembers that the boys she used to love back then were very different from him, down to Earth and not at all sentimental, but it doesn't matter that much. She likes the idea nonetheless.
(After a while Katherine lets herself lose it as well; she opens her legs so wide she might seem desperate, arches her back just like she likes it and lets Damon grab her hips to hold her in place. She does none of the things men usually expect her to do; she doesn't scratch his back or scream, and she appreciates that Damon doesn't try to wait until she comes.)
They aren't that different, the two of them, even if, for now, Damon is with the good guys. Katherine doesn't buy this whole redemption thing. That's just not them; they don't die on altars of blood and they don't have their heroic moments. Instead, they crawl out of everything, leave some bodies behind and never look back. Deep down he knows it too, this darling boy of hers.
(Even though he still has this ridiculous obsession with love.)
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Date: 2011-12-03 07:01 pm (UTC)Goosebumps all over, my dear. This is awesome.
Instead, they crawl out of everything, leave some bodies behind and never look back. Deep down he knows it too, this darling boy of hers.
This.
I love that this all says so much more about Katherine and what she expects of Damon - then an actual description of him. What meaning he carries for her - how she defines herself and against and with both of the Salvatar brothers. It'll be interesting to see what happens if/when Damon stops being the person she needs him to be. Because: then what will happen to Katherine? Who will she be if Damon is someone else?
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Date: 2011-12-03 07:16 pm (UTC)I guess Katherine would be just the way she was before she met them. She needs Damon (she needs him to be the Damon she knows), but it doesn't define her; she doesn't depend on it. If Damon stops being who she wants him to be, she'll just move on. But I wonder if Damon ever will be able to stop being this person :).
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Date: 2011-12-03 08:17 pm (UTC)Oh absolutely - but how long post-change would she hold on to her idea of him?
But I wonder if Damon ever will be able to stop being this person :)
We'll just have to wait and see
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Date: 2011-12-04 04:19 am (UTC)she hisses in pain and tries to shake him off, probably breaking a finger or two. Damon doesn't let go; Damon never lets go.
THIS IS THE MOST ACCURATE DEPICTION OF DAMON EVER. Broken fingers and everything.
He really is the best lover she's ever had, with his heart always on his sleeve, left for her to scratch as she pleases.
THE TURN OF PHRASE HERE
“I love you,” she whispers just to mess with his head, and he becomes even more tense, struggling not to believe.
I NEED THIS ON MY SCREEN. WAHHHHH.
I fucking love the idea that Kat would have loved Damon insanely as a human. THEY ARE MEANT TO BE; NOTHING WILL CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.
in conclusion: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS. YOU MUST WRITE THEM MORE, 'KAY?
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Date: 2011-12-04 11:09 am (UTC)Ok, I'm staring at your icon istead of replying. Again...
I keep thinking if she really would. Or rather - if she really can tell, after all those years, what she would or wouldn't have done. But she likes the idea, so maybe there is something there :).
I'm starting to believe that they really should go and compel that priest...