Name
Damon Andrew Watkins.
Nickname/s
None if you value your life. ;)
Age
Twenty one.
Star sign
Scorpio.
Ambitions
- To make his brother's life a living hell.
- To stay independent and to never become reliant on anybody but himself.
- To take over his father's business and run it right into the ground.
Problem/s
- His father and his brother both loathe him. Like seriously. That's why they 'joined forces' and had him kicked out of the house. They couldn't stand his scheming ways for any longer, or his ability to screw them both over when it came to money.
- He cares about nobody, but again, whether this can be seen as a problem or not depends on the individual.
- He relies on drug money. You got it, he's one of the top guys in the area for supplying the local smackheads with their daily fixes. He never takes it himself though, ever. He just saw an opportunity and took it, or at least that's how he'd put it anyway.

Personality
- Smart and I don't just mean in an average kind of way. He's one of those people that are just naturally gifted with a brilliantly, fast-working mind.
- Formidable.
- Dangerous.
- Uncaring.
- Sneaky.
- Cold.
- Scheming.
- Sarcastic at times, especially if he's playing with you.
- Complicated.
- You can use the word evil if you so wish.

Likes
Cigarettes, cold morning showers, 'alone time', the authority he has in the city, the way people stare and whisper when he walks into a room, women, sex, his ability to really not give a crap, women who think they can 'change him' (he finds them amusing), cats, drinks with ice, whiskey, My Chemical Romance as it happens, chips with lots of salt and vinegar and his aviator shades.
Dislikes
His father and his brother or speaking about any of them or Ellie (it pisses him off, majorly), people who don't know when to give their mouths a rest, people who go out of their way to be different, people in general I guess, dogs, small animals, rap or chart music, club dancing, being too hot or sweaty, getting his hands dirty (literally) or going without cleaning his teeth after a meal (he hates his pearly whites to feel dirty ;[).

History
Damon Andrew Watkins was born on the 7th of November to Annie and Jake Watkins, the couple's second son, his brother Tobias having been born quite a few years earlier.

Now growing up, the two brothers were never especially close because of the large age gap between them, but they never fell out or anything like that. They just didn't have a lot to do with each other because when Damon was still toddling around in nappies, Toby was getting wasted at high school parties. However, luckily enough due to their ages being so different it did make it easier on Annie to care for her two boys, her love and attention being shared out equally between them. Jake on the other hand though, he had nothing to do with either of his children until they reached the age of eighteen, until they became 'proper men' in his eyes. For the years before that age, he was simply always off on business trips around the world and soon enough became just a name to his kids, 'that daddy guy' who was always too busy doing 'very important things.'

When Tobias reached eighteen though, he was offered a place in his father's successful business (he owns a chain of successful retail stores) and soon found himself enveloped into this new world of money and credit cards, women and gambling. He became very suave, very word friendly and very much like his father, leaving young Damon alone with his mother for the most part. He hardly ever saw his father and he hardly ever saw his brother anymore, but found he was no better or worse off than when he had seen them. They just belonged to a different world to him and he was quite happy to stay out of it, because honestly? Guys in suits always scared the shit out of him.
Unlike most kids around the city though, high school was a brilliant time for Damon. He did well with his football, or anything athletic come to that and he excelled in academic subjects too, getting the best of both worlds. He was a hit with the girls (and some of the boys too) and was very much loved throughout his education, so when it came for his turn to turn eighteen, he wasn't expecting the crash back down to Earth that he received.
When his father and Tobias came along with offers of where he could sit in their business, the younger brother was having none of it. He knew his own potential at this point and the way in which his relatives were speaking would suggest that they were offering him a back seat role, giving him an out of the way job so that he wouldn't cause any problems. But obviously, being as smart as he was, Damon knew that he could do better. He had the brains, the looks and just generally 'it', enough so that if he began his own business, he knew that it'd probably top his fathers in a good five years time. So intelligently and politely turning down their offer, Damon set out into the world to do just what he believed that he could, much to the general disgust of his family who unfortunately made his life a living hell for the forseeable future.

You see, you didn't turn down the Watkins partners without paying a price, which is just what Damon did.
After setting up his own business and settling down in a new apartment in the city, Damon found himself actually enjoying life again, especially when he met Ellie. For the first time in his life, Damon found himself actually in love, with not the prettiest girl in the world, or the most attractive, but with a girl whose personality out shone her appearance, her inner glow being the thing that he was drawn to.
It was when his father and his brother found out about this new found happiness though did they storm back into Damon's life, just to stamp it all out again. They made their disapproval of Ellie quite clear; she wasn't stick thin, she didn't have perfect straight hair or rich parents come to that and they made her life miserable until she was forced to give up on Damon, leaving the vulnerable nineteen year old pretty damn heartbroken. And then to rub it in a little further, they both individually made sure that any investors in Damon's little business were transferred over to their own, leaving him pretty much without a job and just generally low on life. So, I guess you can see where his bitter side comes from right?

After this little freak show of destruction, Damon vowed he'd get revenge for how they'd made his life miserable, deciding early on that he'd do exactly the same to them.
Soon after he'd lost everything, Damon moved back into his parents' house, the change in him evident. He did screw over his brother and his father a couple of times when it came to money, especially when he started getting involved in the local drug scene in the city. He saw the opportunity to make money in the easiest way possible and soon he was growing his own gear, supplying the local smackheads with their daily fixes as well as keeping his family oblivious to his actions.

The final straw came though when Damon started leaving little seeds of ideas in Tobias's head. You see his brother had never been very smart and Damon knew just how to manipulate him, which is just what he tried to do; manipulate him against his father so that then he could grab the upper hand and trample all over his brother's stupidity. But unfortunately Jake became wise to his son's antics which is when they chucked Damon out of the house and refused to have anything more to do with him. Quite honestly though, like he cared? The now twenty one year old's more than happy to continue with his dead-end drug supplies as he knows that it's only a matter of time before another opportunity comes along. Another opportunity to throw everything back in the faces of those who he so despises.

Other
- Okay, so to get things straight. He is not your prince charming. You won't impress him, at all, and no matter how hard you dig, you'll never find a good inner core. He's not going to fall for you because you have a witty way with words, okay? Damon doesn't fall for people, period, thank you very much.
- Yep yep, he smokes. Whenever he's stressed out.
- He loves his leather jacket.
- You'll always find him to have tousled hair and a little bit of stubble.
- Tattoos freak him out.

It was quiet that evening. Possibly too quiet, but from the balcony of his apartment, Damon Watkins, for once, felt as though he had the world and his life set right out before him. He could see the sparkling lights of the city, smell the far away scent of fast food bars and hear the odd insistent honking of a car horn from some angry driver who'd made a wrong turn. Everything was nothing more than a few footsteps away but at the same time he felt as though he could travel for miles and never get away from the gentle silent breeze that was caressing his skin or the peaceful twinkling of the stars above his head. I mean, don't get him wrong, Damon was definitely anything but sentimental, he couldn't give a crap if those same stars were falling to Earth around his feet or if that same driver honking the horn had dropped dead from the stress of trying to maneuver around the city but admittedly, every now and again he didn't mind just taking a back seat from his usual bitchy small talk, the enjoyable and sometimes tiring nights that he spent with the city's young 'ladies'.
As this thought tickled against the edge of his mindset however, the gentleness of the night time scene was seemingly shattered when the twenty one year old flashed a thousand watt smile at nothing inparticular, the city lights glimmering somewhat evilly in the bottomless orbs that could only ever be matched with Damon.

"Darling? Baby, where are you?" It was this sweet voice that carried from inside however, that turned the beautiful smile off quicker than you could flick off a light switch. His lips had already curled back from the cigarette which had been placed idly in hs mouth, making it easier for him to pluck the white stick in between two fingers and drop it off the edge, his eyes tracking it until he could no longer see it. Heck, if the next five minutes would be anything to go by, he wished he could follow his beloved right onto the pavement below.
Pushing himself off from the wall he'd been leant against, the twenty one year old sighed, the breeze flapping the white shirt which he had open to reveal a rather beautifully defined torso underneath. He was indeed a magnificent creature but more than slightly deadly in his ways, much like a lion or a camouflaged predator.

"Right here sweetie," he chorused back, a fake mocking smile plastered across his face, his eyes holding nothing more than irritation.
"I thought you'd left me," Sarah, the blonde that was curled up in sheets cooed, her hand patting the space next to her. "Come back to bed Damon, I've been keeping it warm for you."
To this though, the dark haired male simply smirked his hand already doing up the buttons of his shirt as he reached over for his usual leather jacket.
"Honey," he began in a sickly sweet voice, his eyes full of amusement as he kept his back to the blonde, who, despite appearances, wasn't as thick as she seemed. She'd picked him up more than once on his teasing tones, or his deadpan attitude, something which most girls failed to do. He had to admit, sometimes he enjoyed it too, especially when it sparked a row that usually, with this one, ended in something more heated than sharp words, if you catch my drift. Not tonight though, no, tonight Damon had somewhere to be and besides, he'd already had her once today. He was bored.

"I have places to be and people to see. You know that."
"Well, you know to many people and places then," she pouted, pulling back the covers, giving it her all with the false lashes that tickled her cheeks. Damon however, had enough self control to turn away; he knew what she was doing and he wasn't falling for it. If he had his way he'd have another girl back here tonight, one who wasn't so clingy. The only reason he'd seen Sarah more than once was for the simple reason of that she was good in bed. Possibly the best he'd had if he thought about it. It was just a same she had to be so... whiney.
Suppressing a shudder as thoughts of wives and children flitted through his mind then though, Damon was ready in record time after he'd finally convinced Sarah into doing the same. So, a few kisses, cigarettes and a car drive later and the twenty one year old himself was pulling up outside of Hayley Corker's house, his rayban shades firmly in place, his hair casually tousled into a sexy mass of chocolate brown. In any case he looked quite the mysterious stranger as he made his way inside, already catching the eye of a few girls who were hanging longingly around the entrance. Damon knew as he watched them, that each and every female there was waiting for their prince charming and for one night only he was quite happy to grant them their wishes. For one night only.

First though, he had to raid the alcohol supply and unlike many of the floozies which were stumbling around him, he knew how to handle a good drink. So, like the real man that he liked to think of himself as, Damon strode up to the bar, finally whipping off his shades and ordering him a double whiskey. Needless to say that he didn't notice who else was sat at the bar because in that moment he was more focused on numbing his mind and readying himself for the night ahead, than catching the eyes of the nearest female. He'd pull eventually anyway, what the hell was the rush for?

Haha, I doubt Damon could ever be a true superhero with the way that he saves her. He's too bad-ass to be Superman. ;')
Also it wasn't short, no worries, and I hope it was okay that I took control of Chris~

"One double. That'll--"
"Stick it on my tab?"
"Err, I don't--"
"Cheers, thanks a lot."

In nothing more than a heartbeat Damon had let the amber coloured liquid slip down his throat, not even so much as a crinkle of the eyes adorning his features when the alcohol burned his mouth, seemingly leaving a trail of fire right down to his stomach. He neither paid the bartender or so much as acknowledged him either as he walked away, banging his glass down onto the wooden table top as those ice blue eyes scanned out his surroundings. Now obviously, the brunette hadn't been inside that long and the people he saw stumbling about hadn't changed much from when he'd first entered, but being the kind of guy that he was, it was almost like Damon did expect them to change for him, for his sheer entertainment and he allowed himself to become pissed when they didn't. Spoilt little rich boy much? Yes. That was certainly one way that you could describe Mr Watkins.

As he meandered his way through the hallway, always catching the eyes of a few surrounding females, the twenty one year old couldn't help but smirk to himself as he noticed women thrusting their chests forwards, men flashing their wallets around. He swore, that when a girl turned up to a party like this dressed in simple jeans and an oversized guy shirt, was the day that he took her home and made her his wife. But Damon knew better than anybody how that would never happen, how he would never find a girl who'd have the guts to do just that. Not that he wanted to find one that did of course - Damon didn't do commitment. The very thought of it made his stomach churn; it'd just be nice to speak to someone who wasn't obsessed with sex or money once in a while.

Eventually coming to a standstill outside though, in the midst of a gentle breeze that was sweeping it's way around the swimming pool outside, the brunette could do nothing more than sigh and stare up at the stars above. So funny how only moments ago he'd been on his silent balcony, staring at those same twinkling lights in the sky with very different thoughts in his head than the sex and money issues that were circling his mind right now. One day, he was sure that there'd be more to life than this. Once his father was out of the way, once he had his revenge, he could leave this place and never come back. He had nothing to stay here for, nothing to tie him down and that's just how he liked it. Without his freedom or his ability to get what he wanted and when he wanted, he was sure he'd have topped himself by now. After all, what was the point in his life, really? He seduced women, drank, partied and manipulated those around him to suit his own purposes; not very much to live for there, was there?
However, as these depressing thoughts ran themselves out again, another smirk graced Damon's angular features as he turned and went back inside, already running his fingers through his pockets as he searched for that familiar pack of white sticks, groaning inwardly when he realized that he had in fact, left them in the car.

It wasn't long before the twenty one year old wound up back where he'd started which is when he began to realize just how crappy this party really was. I mean don't get him wrong, he was a friend of Hayley's (or a sleeping partner, name it what you will) but this really did suck. There'd been nothing broken as of yet, no big guy fist fight and nobody had drowned in the pool yet. You needed all of those things to make entertainment at an event like this and Damon wondered if he should set things in motion himself. It wouldn't be hard. One tip of a drink into someone's lap and there'd be fisticuffs at dawn for sure.
Pulling his attention away then though from a woman's nearby lap and the drink she held in her hands, Damon quirked a brow at the show that suddenly arised before him, just as he'd whipped his head round and cocked it towards the voices.

"... Just leave me alone." -- "No way, baby!"

The brunette watched as Chris leant in for a kiss and let him do it too before he wandered over and leant against the bar, examining his nails as though what was happening in front of him really wasn't. He had to admit though, at least now there was something to do. He figured he quite liked the idea of pissing this jerk off and ruining the little lovers' tiff.
"Smoooooth move there dude," he chuckled, his killer smile already decorating his features. "You know, to try and take advantage of a girl in the middle of a room full of people. Yeah, that's real smart. I can totally see your train of thought there."
As Christian pulled away from Ava then though, something like drunken fury in his eyes, Damon thought there'd be a fist coming his way pretty soon and was all ready to move; his face was the last thing he wanted to be harmed.

"I love her," the boy slurred, spilling the drink he now held in his hands off to one side.
"Oh, oh I'm sure you do. Just like you loved Hannah half an hour ago." The twinkle in Damon's eyes could only be described as dangerous.
"I neverrrr did. Neverrrr. Ava'sssh my girl."
"Oh how sweet. Young love is just so beautiful, don't you think Ava?" The dark haired male chuckled, a nasty edge to the sound as he called over another whiskey.
"Now Christian. Seriously, dude, what you're doing is not cool. Not cool at all. You want to ruin that stupid teenage ego of yours? Well, you're going the right way about it. If I were you, I'd go kiss that girl over there quick. She's been staring at you for the best part of an hour."
"W-Where? What girrrl?"
"The one by the door."

And with that a drunken Christian stumbled off in the direction he'd been directed, attempting to land one upon a redhead who only returned the boy's attempt with a sharp slap across the face, which very nearly had Damon chortling. Only nearly though.
"You sure now how to pick 'em," he retorted charmingly to Ava, knocking back his whiskey before turning those shimmering jewels upon her.
"Luckily for you I came along when I did. I didn't think you were a girl who couldn't handle her men."

Aha, it's fine! I think I took longer </3 Hectic sixth form is T-T

Damon could only flash his signature smile when Ava told him, quite pleasantly, to shut up. He knew that with just two more drinks at the very most, she'd probably be telling him to do quite the opposite, but then Damon did admittedly have a bad case of making assumptions and where most of the time they were very, very right, they could also be very, very wrong. It depended on the individual, he guessed.
At Ava's next statement however, he simply quirked a brow, an expression which clearly said 'is that supposed to bother me?' He knew it was true, as did she and he wasn't about to deny it; they'd slept together, so what, big deal - they'd probably end up at the same place again tonight anyway if their past experiences were anything to go by.

"Oh. No. Baby, you hurt me deep. Real deep," Damon fired back eventually, without emotion, pointing theatrically to his chest, his dark eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky with a much more sinister edge.
"I don't know what daddy would say if he ever heard such foul tones from his baby shnuckums," the dark haired male chuckled as he downed another whiskey, brushing of the waiter's attempts to get Damon to pay the bill. God, did this guy not know who he was?

It was with this thought though, that the twenty one year old took the silence as a time to glance around the room; everything looked pretty much the same as the last time he'd looked except people were slumped further down into their seats and there was more sleaziness going on in the room than he felt comfortable with. I mean sure, Damon liked sex, come on, he was a guy after all but drunken public displays of affection most certainly were not his kind of thing. So, without so much as a glance in Ava's direction he muttered an almost inaudible explanation as to where he was moving to and then wandered off out of the door, making a b-line straight for the back garden and the welcome ice cold stiffness of the night.

The cool breeze was a welcome feeling to Damon who inhaled deeply and then exhaled in the same manner once outside, warm steam flowing from his nose. He was already bored; this party was dragging and usually he would have left by now but he owed the host a favour and apparently, his presence was 'appreciated'. With a bitter smile then though as he reclined into a chair by the frosty swimming pool, he figured he'd wait for Ava to follow him, as he was sure that she would and then he'd let nature run it's course.

The only sound that escaped from between Damon's lips as Ava's sultry tone hit his ears was a sigh, and without blinking, flinching or even replying he knocked back the last remaining shot of alcohol he held in his hand, placing the glass gently upon the floor just before he felt soft fingertips upon his shoulders. Oh and you should have seen the look on his face. That signature smirk was nothing less than triumphant as he watched the show play out before his eyes, an expression of innocence plastered all over those heavenly features. It'd have been easy to believe in that moment that the guy was truly lost in the spell that Ava was trying to cast but the dark shimmer of his bottomless gaze told a completely different story. Too many times had they been in this situation, too many times had he played the game. He knew where it'd end, just like she did, and for that reason he was willing to go along with it. Again; if it meant he could have what he wanted then there were no lengths that he wouldn't go to.

"Maybe I don't. Or maybe I do," Damon replied, the cockiness resonating from the back of his throat, his voice rising as she walked away. "Either way you'll have your answer by the end of the night." And then with a cheeky wink flashed in her direction, the dark-haired male leaned himself back against the wall, sinking into the shadows like a fallen angel that'd just been tempted back into hell.
Of course, Damon was very well aware of what the girl was doing and he almost pitied her attempt to make him jealous. Could she not know by now that a guy like him wasn't able to feel such emotion - he'd stopped all of that nonsense long ago? Or at least, this is what he continuously told himself. As smart and quick-witted as Damon could be, one could only describe him as an innocent when it came to true matters of the heart. The soft bubbling he felt arise in his chest as the image of Ava disappearing from his line of sight scorched itself onto his brain, remained inexplicable, so he brushed it off as the alcohol finally taking it's effect.

Leaving it at least a good twenty minutes or so until he next made a move, Damon, with an air that seemed to prove that what he was about to do was nothing less than an extra effort that he didn't wish to involve himself with, finally began his ascent towards the balcony, pleased to find that Ava was still alone among the two leather sofas that acted as an attempt to make their environment more cozy.
"I see you've had no better offers then," he remarked cheekily, plonking himself down on the same sofa as she was placed, but still managing to place an acceptable amount of distance between them.
"But then I suppose we both know which way this is gonna go, so, dare I even suggest it, were you waiting for me, Avalynn Andrews? Surely not!"

At her reply, Damon's lips curled up into a half smile, his arms stretching out to the full length of the sofa, his head lolling back against the leather as though he didn't have a care in the world. It was true, neither himself nor Ava were a massive fan of the romance avenue, especially not with each other and the no strings attached just made the sex all the more fun. It allowed each of them to get fully immersed in the moment without having to lay a single thought on anything else. There was nothing to worry about, no feelings to consider, just him, her and a whole lot of... enjoyment.
"Honey, I think you just read my mind," Damon retorted, again flashing that one cheek crinkled smile before switching the expression off again, as effectively as cutting the power to a light bulb. It was worrying really, just how erratic the male's behaviour could be and one who took the time to examine him closely might note that his tendencies were almost verging on psychotic. But then again, nobody had, or ever would get that close, not if Damon had anything to do with it.

"I believe you though, truly I do Ava. I guess the proof's in the line of men that're queuing up outside?" At the mention of the whiskey on the table however, the twenty one year old reached out swiftly to grab the glass, quickly knocking back the amber coloured liquid, easier than if it were water.
"But baby, I'm always on top of my game," he stated loftily, eventually coming to fix the full force of his gaze upon her, ice blues like smoldering flames as they caught the soft glow of the lights that decorated the balcony. There was definitely no mistaking the boy's handsome charm, the features that looked to be carved by angels, even in the semi-darkness of the night but his ugly persona ruined it somewhat and he hadn't yet consumed enough alcohol to rid this thought from his mind. It was true, Damon drunk a hell of a lot and he could put away more than your average teenager, but it was only to block out his own thoughts and allow him to tolerate the crowds of emotional wrecks that usually followed him around, especially at parties like this.

"It's true, I did," the brunette responded eventually, a wicked twinkle returning to his eye as he agilely scooted along the sofa, coming to rest next to her without allowing a centimetre between them. "But ask yourself why, dear Ava. Ask yourself why and we might be on to a winner." Bringing his lips closer to her neck, Damon lingered a moment before placing one small, single kiss just beneath her lobe, then pulling back only slightly to examine her features, his lonely gaze lingering longingly upon her mouth. Of course, it was quite obvious why he'd followed her but playing on a false innocence was just another part of the performance.

"I must admit though, a public place? Is this something new you're wanting to try?"

"Nothing is a bit of a stretch for me sweetie, you should know that." Accompanied with this cheeky statement came a wink from Damon and no sooner had he obliged to closing the distance between himself and Ava did his cockiness drop just a little. It was as soon as he felt her soft touch on his thigh that some of the tough exterior melted away and he began to immerse himself in the simple feeling alone, rather than just the game that they were playing. Obviously, that made it more fun but in the end it all boiled down to sex - just sex - and seeing as this was the goal that they were working for he'd put everything into making it as worthwhile as he hoped it'd be.

Gently nosing his way along her jawline, right after she'd done the same to his cheekbone, Damon's eyes held their wicked glimmer in the shadows as he took in her scent, softly nipping the skin before murmuring into her throat. "I have the experience Avalynn... You should know, after all. But if it's danger you're looking for... you waited for the right person."
This time, the dark haired male pulled away, giving her his cockiest grin before propping himself up on his hands and sliding down so that if she chose to move with him, he'd be hovering over her form. It had to be said he was a smooth operator if nothing else but that was just part of his charm. Or at least that was the excuse that he liked to use.

Without a word more Damon lowered himself to begin their kiss with a softer tone, but it wasn't long before the moment became much more urgent, his hands holding her hair as he started what they'd both come for in the first place.

Eh... Time skip? :))

No worries, didn't think it was crappy at all! :))

After they'd finished, Damon only bothered to pull back on his bottom halves before laying casually back on the sofa, his toned body sprawled out along the length of the leather as he rested his head against the arm to get a better view of the stars. Just as she was thinking of him, the twenty one year old had to admit that Ava was one of the best he'd ever had, inside and outside of the bedroom. There was just that right balance of care, urgency and fun to make each time more memorable than the last and every time meant learning something new about the other, in physical and mental terms. Excitement was always present during the time that they spent together and as someone who thrived on that kind of feeling, Damon knew that he'd continue to be back for more until it became tedious, or until it became apparent that she was growing to attached. Funnily enough he was expecting as much, from experience alone. But one had to feel sorry for the boy who had as much confidence in himself as Damon; one day there was every chance it could be the cause of his own downfall.

At the sound of her voice, the brunette flickered his gaze briefly at Avalynn before returning his eyes upwards, as though he didn't have much care for what she had to say. Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen and all that.
"Oh I'm sorry... What was that? A... A compliment?! Can I get it in writing?" With a cocky grin, Damon eventually swung his body around to a sitting position, leaning forwards slightly in thought before standing up and grabbing his top as he did so.
"Does that mean that you're impressed, hm?" He asked, reaching up a hand to gently caress her cheek. The action would have been sweet if it weren't for the mocking grin splayed across his features, and eventually dropping his fingers back to his side, he leaned forwards and gave her one last, deep kiss, as if to draw out the moment for as long as possible.

"What can I say? I aim to please."

Damon could only chuckle as he watched Ava get more and more worked up by his presence alone, her brow furrowed slightly as he had to bite back a full blown laugh. She made it too easy to get under her skin and he knew which buttons to press, knew which cogs to turn. It was like a game to him and the glee sparkling in his eyes was more apparent than ever; it would have reminded any onlooker of the look a child gets when winding up a toy and watching it go after release.
"With how much you just enjoyed the time we spent together Ava, I somehow doubt it'll be your last," he smiled wickedly, his grin widening and straying into their kiss as he felt her hands upon his shoulders, her apparently just as eager as him to continue on that little bit longer. As she was aware, he was oblivious to the true extent of just how much of an effect he had on her. But then he was also oblivious to how she really made him feel, as he refused to stop for even one moment to consider that he might actually care. Heaven forbid.

"Yeaaahh," he exaggerated, smirking at her teases, before flopping back onto the sofa. "It's been said before. Although I wouldn't go that far sweetie, you stand me continuously." This afterwards banter always got to Damon a bit, in that he was very willing to make it last yet he didn't know why. He couldn't quite explain what he was feeling, or why he was feeling it, so he'd stopped trying. It had to be said though he didn't ignore these thoughts completely, because after all he was acting upon them.

"Mhm... Did you have to get dressed so quickly?" He pouted after a moment, checking her out extremely obviously. "The moonlight makes you look sexy."

"It would seem that I don't," Damon retorted, completely unembarrassed at her reference to his sleeping around. He was notorious for it and he embraced when people acknowledged his goings on, simply because it was so much easier, and so much more fun than trying to fight it. However, he wasn't letting it go without a comeback, this was Damon Watkins, after all. "However, it would also seem that I am not the only one who has no problem with it." Raising just one eyebrow as he stood, soon after she'd ruffled his hair, he whipped a hand out to grab his shirt from where it was spread over the back of the sofa, only half registering what she'd said. Damon knew all too well about Ava's relationship with her father, after all, in the upper class rumours could spread so quickly and as much as he didn't particularly have any feelings for the girl, neither negative or positive, he wouldn't want her lateness to compromise when he next saw her. Which would be soon, he believed, if tonight was anything to go by.

"I'll drive you," he offered, with no hint of anything in his voice. It was as if he'd switched a light off inside of him within seconds, as if she might mistake such an act for caring and he was doing everything to waylay the truth. "That is, if you can bear to be in such a confined space with me for a given amount of time?"

Sorry it's short!