THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Dec 15, 2020 23:03:03 GMT
There’d been girls on the base of course, hell, they’d lived with just their mom for the majority of the eighteen years he and Frank had spent in Japan but the opposite sex had pretty much remained a mystery. Maybe if he’d had a sister or his brother’s dating history, albeit with company of the definitely female sort, he might not’ve found it so damn jaw dropping that things were stored in cleavages. His brows furrowed, his gaze ticking back and forth between the road and Freyja’s hands as she explained and sighed heavily. ”They don’t have pockets though, right?” Bras he meant. He wasn’t that much of a monk. OK, maybe he wasn’t. Theo panted out a breath as he glanced at Freyja and saw … right down. His hands slipped on the wheel, the car swerving slightly before he got a hold of himself and straightened up. ”I wasn’t kidding on the thing about killing me,” he warned with a strained laugh. That could’ve been killing both of them. Not there, the phone definitely hadn’t been there. The view had permanently burned itself onto his retinas though.
It’d be ingrained as deep as everything his dad had taught him. Lessons taken to heart, the seriousness on his father’s face – hell, on Frank’s too – had him taking it to heart. Who knew where he’d end up, what trouble he was gonna have to get himself out of without his brother around. He hadn’t had a clue then about what his abilities would bring to the board, the nightmares he had to extricate himself from when he suddenly came to a half dozen miles from home. Theo grinned, shaking his head as he felt her eyes on him. ”Mine wasn’t that bad. I’m pretty sure if my parents had ended up with a girl it would’ve been the same. He’d have had you out there neck deep in mud.” His smile softened as he looked sideways, his biceps twitching beneath the soft cotton of his shirt as he flexed them. ”I would jump right in…” he promised, ”…unless the guy’s bigger than me, then survival of the fastest.” Not even close. One date in and he was already picturing himself falling on a sword for this woman.
God, when Frank heard this the quips about settling down already were never gonna stop. Questions about tuxedos and cummerbunds as if one amazing night somehow had rings slapping on your fingers like shackles.
There were at least a dozen … OK … maybe four or five steps between the first date and I do. The list felt like it was getting shorter and shorter as Freyja fisted a hand in his shirt, her knuckles tight against his chest as he let her haul him in. His hip was pressed half across the central console, other things aching just as badly as he strained to close the gap. Theo slipped his fingers under her chin, anchored her there as he kissed her, the Aerosmith song rumbling in his throat until it drifted away with a little moan. It’d been a joke but all he was picturing when Freyja eventually pulled back was pressing her up against the elevator wall, his mouth dragging down her throat, following the trail her hands had taken only minutes before. Christ he was in trouble.
He let out a long breath as she bounded out of the car, tapping his thumbs against the wheel for a moment as he tried to believe his luck. At least there was nobody around to see what she’d done to him this time. The lot was empty, his longer legs catching up to her as he got out and fumbled at his keys to lock the car again. Then her hand was in his, pulling him along around her. His other hand caught at her waist as they slipped in through the doors, pulling her closer, his thumb brushing the line of her ribs on one side as he found himself pulled into the elevator. Theo watched as she thumbed the twenty-fifth floor, his grin growing confident as he realised they had plenty of time. Hazel eyes ticked up to the corners of the little box, looking out for cameras. No sign of anything before Freyja was pushing him back, just like the car all over again.
Theo clucked his tongue lightly, managing to get the sound out before Freyja’s hands were grabbing at him again, pulling him into a kiss just the right side of sloppy. Heat and drive and God that whimper got him. He slid his hands under his jacket, palms settling on her hips to lift her against him, to let her feel that he was absolutely, heart stoppingly into this. His mouth curled against hers, smile brushing parted lips, his fingers curling to trail up and down her back. “You’re introducing me to the dog. That’s … that’s serious.” This whole thing had got way more serious than he’d imagined when message tennis had turned into let’s do dinner. He cupped Freyja’s hips, drew her in that little bit harder against him as she kissed him. Slowly he began to work his way down, his lips grazing the hinge of her jaw, sucking gently on the spot where her pulse thudded against his lips. ”…to introduce him to mommy’s new friend,” he finished against her skin. Mommy’s new friend who probably should’ve stayed in the car but couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth to himself now.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Dec 18, 2020 20:22:28 GMT
 ━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Freyja moaned softly, his words not registering in her head just yet, unable to make it through the thick cloud of lust and desire. She lifted her hand, threading her fingers through his brown hair and closing her fist around a chunk of it. Gently, not enough to hurt him, but still an added effect of what she was feeling. Consumed by the idea of them, of how close they were, practically fusing together in that little elevator. Her other hand slid from his chest to his shoulder, and then slowly down his arm.
Finally, she smiled at his comment, even releasing a breathy laugh, though she couldn’t get out much more than that. Not as her hand curled around one of his, pushing it down until they reached the hem of her dress together. She brought it back up, underneath, resting his palm over her backside, giving him a full-on, naked handful of where he’d only previously grazed. Back when they were outside his car, which seemed like a lifetime ago at that point. When she’d been a little more shy━okay, had felt like she needed to be more shy━and figured that would be the last hot and heavy moment of their date. She was glad it wasn’t, though; there was something so sexy about the way his facial hair bit at the skin on her neck. It left her reeling, thinking of more━of other place she’d love to have beard burn. Freyja couldn’t breathe anything in but Theo, how nice he smelled, how she would do anything to have him closer. She whispered a near-silent obscenity in his ear then, a raw truth she just had to let out.
It was only moments later, after another quiet moan, that the elevator dinged, announcing they’d reached her floor. Freyja still didn’t want to pull away, but the promise of a bed━a much more comfortable groping spot than an elevator━pulled her away from him, just like it had in the car. An advancement.
She moved the hand she’d used to encourage him back up, gently pushing off his chest, using him as leverage to tear herself away. Freyja tried for a cheeky smile, and, eventually, her face allowed it, but for a few seconds she was staring with a sultry look, wondering how he’d been able to do this to her.
She was over it in a moment or two, though, grinning and biting her lip as she walked out of the elevator and made a sharp, left turn, going all the way to the last door by the stairwell. It took a second or two of difficulty, hunched over the knob while she retrieved her key and unlocked the door. She pushed it open, turning around once she was through the threshold, taking a few steps backwards and further into her apartment. Freyja was grinning at him again, having had a long enough break from him during the few seconds it took to get from the elevator to her door. She didn’t turn back to acknowledge her dog as the hound came marching over, his fur nearly causing him to blend in with the dark apartment, save for a few grey hairs around his muzzle and eyes. Despite his age, though, the mutt was pretty excited to meet a new face, while his owner stayed with her eyes locked to the visitor’s, still grinning, trying to predict his next move.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Dec 22, 2020 21:18:51 GMT
The saint act had disappeared the moment Freyja had invited him up. He could’ve said no, kissed that sting away the same way he had back at the restaurant when his hand closing over hers had shut down her pretty public exploration … but hell, who was kidding, Theo thought as he felt her close her fingers around a hank of hair and just tugged, he was pretty damn sure his self-control would never have let him pull back.
Jesus, there was only so much a guy could take after all. Especially when her hands were on him, sliding from his chest on down his arm as he joked about Grim’s involvement meaning this was serious. Hey, it was. If the dog didn’t like him that was probably a strike against him right there. Theo dragged his mouth down to her jaw, nuzzling in the hollow under it as she laughed. He paused as Freyja curled a hand around his though, breathing hard against her skin as she nudged it under her dress, settling it on her ass. Squeezing lightly, he brought her tighter against him. All hope of getting a grip back on himself was gone, washed away by the feel of her skin under his palms and her voice in his ear.
A shudder rolled through him, all blood rushing south leaving him almost dizzy with need. If the elevator hadn’t dinged then he might’ve just thrown caution to the wind and slapped a hand out against the stop button. Theo rested his head against her shoulder for a moment instead, drawing in a breath and trying to make sure he still had enough blood flow to his legs to walk. He lifted his head as she drew his hand back up, her dress brushing lightly enough against his hand to send another shiver through him as she pushed him back, shooting him a smile of such promise.
On legs that were definitely rubbery he followed her down the hallway, tripping on his feet, propping himself against the wall with one hand, the other still clinging to Freyja’s as she opened the door. Took her damn time opening the door while she brushed up against him. They were in then and she was turning drawing away to walk backwards into the apartment. That grin was gonna kill him. This wouldn’t be a bad way to go though, Theo thought, death by sex pot. Or by dog. He dropped to his knees as Grim padded in, a dark shape in the darker apartment. A grin split his face, his hazel eyes still on Freyja’s as he held his lightly fisted hand out to the dog to sniff first. ”Do I pass muster my man?” he asked in a low voice, scrubbing his fingers over Grim’s furry head as the dog’s tongue swept over his knuckles. ”I promise she’s safe with me. I’ve only got the best intentions for her.” It was heat in his eyes as he looked up at her.
His tongue darted out to taste her on his lips as he gave the dog’s shoulder a pat and eased his way up. ”What do you say?” he asked as he approached his date slowly, hooking fingers in the neck line of her dress to pull her in slowly. ”Have I passed muster with you too?” The sensible little voice in his head told him he should kiss her good night, put her to bed to sleep off the tipsy but it was having to shout now. ”Which way’s the bedroom?” The kitchen had to be closer but that wasn’t how it wanted the first time. Theo crowded into her, one arm back around her waist as he followed the trail his fingers had blazed across her chest. Nudging her back against the door frame of what he was assuming was the bedroom. Dropping his head he trailed that line with kisses, groaning out her name, whispering what she’d done to him, what he was so desperate to do. A groan shuddered out of him as he drew in a breath that smelt of rain and Freyja. No. This wasn’t meant to be dinner and fast tumble into bed, he wanted to do this properly, even if it was gonna leave him feeling like he was about to die on the way home. ”I should put you to bed…” The admission was almost reverent, breathed against the pulse in her throat.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Dec 23, 2020 5:23:52 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
‘I promise she’s safe with me. I’ve only got the best intentions for her.’
She clutched at the skirt of her dress as she watched him, teeth digging into her bottom lip when he spoke. A low hum came out from deep in her throat, sparking from the pit of her stomach while her brain tried to calculate just how quickly she could get him into bed.
But then he was close again, all-consuming and hot, and Freyja was having trouble breathing. Her eyes traced their way over his beard, his lips, and then up his cute nose to his eyes, giving him another playful smile. “I guess you’re not so bad,” She teased, though it came out in little more than a whisper, the amusement gone from her eyes as soon as he was backing her up. Freyja batted at the apartment door before they got too far, letting it close on its own. That was the last rational thought she had, though━it disappeared with her smile, replaced by her desire.
She let go of her dress, hands going up to hold onto his shoulders. She used him for support as she backed up blindly, motioning lamely over her shoulder towards her bedroom. Freyja could care less where they ended up at that point, she just wanted some conclusion to this, to finally have him after what seemed like endless teasing. The buildup was nice, though━it left her starving for more, lingering on every kiss and every touch. Freyja could feel the chemistry between them━sexual and otherwise━and guessed that this wouldn’t be the last time she’d see him. Hoped it wouldn’t be.
Freyja tipped her head back, eyelids squeezing closed while her hands fell to his hips. One traced around back, cupping his backside over his pants while she shifted closer, letting out a breathless, “Please,” She wanted this; wanted everything he was suggesting to her. Freyja used her hand on Theo to get him impossibly nearer.
‘I should put you to bed…’
She hadn’t known what he’d meant at first, assuming he was stating the obvious end goal on both their minds. Freyja swallowed thickly, her mouth feeling so dry while she took in heavy breaths, green eyes finally opening. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before focusing on the movement of her hand. It left her dress and groped blindly at the door, finding the knob and twisting it to let them into her bedroom. She’d been relying on the door and Theo for support, finding a small stumble as one of those began to move, finally bringing them to her bedroom.
Freyja hadn’t really cleaned━she hadn’t anticipated bringing Theo home, and so there were a few pieces of clothing strewn about on the floor, her bed unmade. After they rolled around in the sheets, though, it would just get messed up again, so she assumed it wasn’t that big of a deal.
She didn’t detach from Theo as she walked backwards, one hand still on his ass, the other pulling his shirt to ensure that he was following. Freyja moved until she felt the bed on the backs of her legs, allowing herself to fall back onto it, and dragging Theo with her. She was scrambling to get off her clothes then, his jacket going first, and then she was swallowing desperately, trying to relieve the burn in her throat each time she breathed. Freyja had started to pull her dress up even further by the time she couldn’t handle it anymore, the bottom hem pooling around her stomach. She reached out to the side, turning her head to look at her nightstand. It was bare━save for her phone charger and ear buds. She sighed heavily, not wanting this to stop, though she figured it was better to take a brief break before the act instead of stopping in the middle of it.
“Can you━can you grab some water?” Freyja turned her head to look back at Theo, not wanting him to move from where he was. Eventually, though, she pulled her hands away and let her head fall back onto the bed, doing her best to breathe through her nose and save the little saliva she had left. “There’s… cups. In the cupboard.”
In the kitchen, most likely. In one of the many cupboards over the sink, but she didn’t have the brain power to give him detailed instructions at that point. When he was up and gone, she used the time to strip herself of her dress, tossing it atop his jacket somewhere on the floor. Freyja tucked herself under the covers straight afterwards and awaited his return, but it only took a few seconds for her body to sink into the comfort her mattress brought. The alcohol that had guided her into such lustful, high-spirits was now lulling her to sleep, letting her muscles relax. Her eyelids drooped, getting heavier and heavier until she allowed them to close. Unable to wait for a few moments, Freyja fell asleep, while all she really wanted was for her date to finish on a high note.
And, really, it had. Even without the sex, Freyja knew she really, really liked Theo, and she couldn’t wait to go out with him again━if she could survive the embarrassment of all of her post-dinner actions.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Dec 24, 2020 19:16:33 GMT
They came as a package deal. Theo had known that the moment Freyja had sent him photos of her and the dog. Getting on in years, greying around his muzzle, it had been obvious that Grim was as taken with his owner as she was with him. That meant never coming between the two of them, like he ever could with this sweet boy anyway. On his knees in front of the dog, he stroked his head softly, ruffled those furry ears, kept his eyes on the woman in front of him and saw her teeth dig into the plump curve of her bottom lip as he promised the dog that his owner was safe with him. Theo’s lips curved at the low humming sound that emerged from her as he spoke, a chuckle rolling from him as he pushed up and away from the dog.
He wanted to hear that hum again, against his lips, against his throat. It was her eyes on his that sent the heat rushing through him as he stood and drew her in though, tracing their path over his jaw and lips, to his nose in a way that had him looking cross eyed at her for a moment and then those lips were smiling. ”Not so bad? he echoed back, shaking his head even as he grinned at her. ”Wow. I guess I’m gonna have to work my way up to God status.” Hands on her, he eased her back, swallowing hard as Freyja let go of her dress to fix her hands up him again. She was motioning somewhere behind them, guiding him just enough that he managed to fetch them both up against her bedroom door frame.
Freyja’s hands were skimming over his ass again, pulling him in tighter even as she began to strip away what was between them. He let out a shuddery breath against her throat. Death by Freyja didn’t seem like such a bad way to go suddenly. ”Yes.” The word hissed out against her throat, that heat intensifying until it felt like surely he was gonna go up like a roman candle. Every breath he drew in smelt like her, bare skin hot under his hands, her soft against him. This wasn’t the way he’d planned for their first date to end but from the moment she’d walked into the restaurant, dripping rain and looking incredible, it had almost been inevitable. Theo breathed his sainthood against her throat, feeling those words result in her swallowing hard. That light play of muscles under his lips.
She was fumbling with the door though, opening it and letting them both stumble inside. He laughed, catching her in a swaying move that had her brushing against him as they blindly walked backwards. Freyja was already pulling at his shirt, letting it ride up as she sank down onto her bed. Theo crawled onto it with her as she stripped out of his jacket, tossing it aside before her hands went back to her dress. His hands skimmed up her legs as they were bared, fingers playing over warm muscles as she twisted in his hands and sighed. Taking the opportunity, he dropped his head to press a kiss to her bared hip. He was still there, lips on her when she sighed. Propping his chin against her, Theo stared for a moment as she asked him to get water, looking back at him. He drew in a slow breath, laying his forehead against her stomach for a moment as he hissed out a laugh. ”I knew from the start you were gonna kill me,” he breathed against her skin. Straightening up, he patted her thighs. ”You better be right there when I get back.” Leaving the warning in the air he walked out to the kitchen.
There’d been no idea where. Cupboard being the world’s vaguest direction. Theo dragged his hands over his face, grinned when he saw the dog’s head come up in the dark. ”You got any idea where she keeps the cups?” Of course there was no answer and it took him what felt like an hour to find them, his body aching with need the entire time. Theo let cool water rush over his wrists then filled the cup. He couldn’t have been gone more than five minutes before he headed back, the cup clutched carefully in his hand. ”They were stellar directions,” he told her as he angled his way back across the dark bedroom. The cup thudded lightly onto the nightstand as he set a knee on the edge of the bed. She was a bundle under the covers now, that yellow dress and his coat tossed aside. Easing further over, he saw her closed eyes, the softness of her face in sleep. The wench. ”Dead. Totally dead,” he muttered softly. Either the alcohol or the incredible company tonight had knocked his date right out. Shaking his head, Theo brushed her hair back gently from her face and touched her lips to her brow. She’d saved his sainthood after all.
He tugged the covers back up, trailed his fingers lightly over her cheek before he slipped back off of the bed. A fumble in the pocket of his jacket and he had the tiramisu in hand. Making his way out to the kitchen he took a moment to scrounge up a pen and paper and scrawled a note. ‘You’re incredible. Eat the tiramisu.’ Theo bit his lip, fixed it to the front of the fridge with a magnet before slipping the mildly crushed box back inside. He stopped by the dog’s bed on the way to the door, dropping to his knees to give Grim’s ears one last ruffle. ”You take care of her in the morning, OK?” Dragging in a deep breath through his nose he made his way out of the apartment. An ice cold shower, probably grinning the entire time and he was going to have to try and get to sleep himself. With the taste of her still on his lips and the feel of her against his fingertips. It was going to be torture.
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