Operation 'Movie Night'

**Warning, sexual content**
All I could feel was the soft sensation of the warm water droplets trickling down my skin as I adjusted the temperature of the water in the shower, waiting for it to be just perfect.
"Can I come in yet?" Damon asked, tapping his fingers against the fogged-up door to the shower. I hummed in response, and slowly the shower door opened, and Damon began walking in with a devilishly handsome smirk pasted on his face. We'd agreed that after out intense session in the bedroom, it would be a good idea to take a nice warm, soothing shower. But, judging by the lusty look in his eyes, this shower was going to be anything but relaxing. I was proven right when he grabbed me and pulled my wet, naked body against his, allowing me to feel the searing heat of his skin on mine. Slowly he leaned down and began kissing me, allowing his tongue to collide with mine before picking me up by locking his hands around my thighs and hoisting my body up against his. Thereafter, he pushed me up against the shower wall, and his hands moved from my thighs right towards my ass. He gave a little squeeze and I giggled in excitement between our kisses.
"I know it sounds crazy after we just had sex, but I really want you all over again..." He whispered as his kisses moved down to my neck, grazing across his mark on me, and then slowly moving to my collar bone.
I gulped and said, very shaky and almost desperately, "N-no..."
It was honestly the only thing I could manage to get out of my mouth as the heat of the shower and the feeling of him against me consumed me. Damon smirked against the skin of my collar bone and then moved his kisses down to my chest, slowly caressing the skin between my breasts with his soft lips. He then began to place his mouth over one of my breasts and I moaned out and shut my eyes tightly as I began running my fingers through his wet, black hair. His tongue, as always, was exceptionally talented. He flicked it softly across my nipple, making me curl my toes and arch my feet which were now interlinked around his torso. His mouth and tongue then began tending to the other one and slowly, I found myself driven mad by the way he was making me feel. He then removed his mouth from my breath and stared up at me before smiling and gently kissing my left cheek, my right cheek, the tip of my chin, my nose and then finally, my head. I giggled again, and he began chuckling, moving his hands from my ass and around my waist as he began pressing into me, just a little bit further.
"Hearing you laugh is the most adorable thing, and seeing you smile just makes me feel... happy." He said, staring straight into my eyes with such an intensity that it had me frozen in place.
"I never ever want you to stop smiling because of me. So, I will do my best to make you as happy as I possibly can."
I gently placed my hand on his cheek, slowly caressing the soft skin with my thumb.
"Damon, you already make me happy by simply existing."
Immediately his eyes soften, and he began leaning in for another kiss. It was slow, deep and passionate and halfway through, I found myself in tears at the feelings conveyed in it.
"Can I take you now, Jasmine? I am barely grasping onto my self-control." He asked after he pulled away from the kiss, wiped my tears away and leaned his head against mine.
"Yes please!" I uttered out with a little sniffle and a laugh.
His hands then moved down to my thighs, once again, but this time, he began lowering me down so that my hips were aligned with his. He then began spreading them apart, as far as they could go.
"I should have asked this earlier on as well, but you are on the pill, right?"
I nodded. In all honesty, I had made justified precautions since the day of our 'it's not a date' date and had been careful to follow through on them.
Damon then slowly began to enter me, filling me up until our hips were pressed tightly against each other. He didn't move for a while and just stared up at me with this precious look of desperation and excitement on his face. I honestly could never get enough of the expressions he made when we were having sex.
He then gripped me tighter, almost digging his claws into my flesh as he slowly began moving his hips against mine. I moaned out immediately and arched into him, addicted to the feeling of our slippery skin against one another.
"Fuck Jasmine, I don't think I can last very long, I'm still so sensitive." He uttered before kissing me and then allowing himself to moan hungrily in my mouth. In all honesty, I was practically in the same boat as he was, and that was evident by the loud moans I was letting escape my lips. The erotic sound of our wet skin colliding against each other was not helping and I found myself practically dripping wet all over him. Damon’s thrusts began to speed up and his fingers dug deeper into my flesh, creating beautiful red marks all over my skin. How I wished the marks he left wouldn’t heal up so quickly. I wanted to be reminded of all the things he could do to my body, and the way he made it feel, every time I stared at my skin. Bruises, scratches and bite marks all screaming ‘Damon’. But unfortunately, I was a werewolf, and the only mark of his which would never ever leave my skin was the bite mark on the side of my neck.
It did not take too long before Damon and I began edging closer to an orgasm and within a few moments I found my legs shaking around his torso as my body let rip a toe-curling orgasm. He immediately followed and soon our juices were dripping down our skin, mixing with the hot water of the shower.
We stayed clung together for a while, with Damon still kissing me gently. Slowly he began to lower me down and, when he realised my legs were still shaky, he wrapped his large muscular arms around me and kept me up with his body.
"I'm sorry, was I too rough? Was this all too much?" He asked, now staring down at me. I shook my head no and reached up, placing my hands on either side of his face before kissing him.
"Hey, what do you think about going to the movies?" He asked as we pulled away from the soft kiss.
I looked up at him skeptical and arched an eyebrow.
"The movies? Don't you think people are going to recognise us... well, you?"
He tightened his grip on me, pulling me into a warm embrace. "No, not if we wear disguises."
He honestly had me at 'disguises' and immediately I agreed.
So, once we had finished our extremely heated shower, Damon and I both got dressed, him in a pair of black cotton harem pants, a pale blue hoodie, a black beanie and a pair of glasses- square, black rimmed, with no function except for aesthetic purposes. In all honesty Damon looked absolutely adorable and completely nothing like stick-in-the-mud, chronically angry, stern-faced Damon Michaels. I could not stop myself from staring at him as I tugged a sweatshirt over my own body, and eventually he began to notice, and a cheeky smile made its way onto his face.
"Do you see something you like... Mistress?" He said darkly as he began nearing me. My heart began thudding in my chest and I began to back away from him.
"Damon, you better watch what you say, otherwise we will not be leaving this room."
"So easily triggered." He chuckled before snatching my hand and pulling me into a kiss.
"So, romance, horror, action, comedy or sci-fi?"
"Horror, I'd like to have a good laugh today before I cry tomorrow when we open that letter up."
"So why not a simple comedy then?"
I rolled my eyes and said, "Well, those are hardly on par with horror movies."

It seemed that my baseball cap and Damon's entire outfit did quite a good job of hiding who we were at the mall. It was only when we arrived at the counter to order our movie tickets that Damon's cover was blown as the poor woman behind the till stared up at him in excitement.
"M-Mr-"
"I'd prefer it if you did not finish that. And," he then retrieved a wad of cash from his wallet and handed it to the blue-eyed woman, "if you keep this to yourself, then you can expect more of this when the movie is over."
I looked up at Damon with my jaw hanging in astonishment. He was literally handing out cash to people. My mouth remained open as Damon began booking *every single seat* which was not occupied, and considering it was a weekday, that meant almost every single seat except for seven.
As soon as we walked away, tickets in hand, and began making our way to the snack bar, I whispered, "What the fuck Damon. You literally spent a fortune on just... seats and bribery!"
He looked down at me and shook his head before saying, very carefully, "Jasmine, I don't really mean to brag but that was literally nothing. In fact, I'd equate what I spent right now to an infinitely minute percentage of the income I earn in a day, let alone a year, so don't worry your pretty little self about it."
It was official, I was mated to a rich snob.
The snacks bar was no better and the star-struck young man who gave us our popcorn and drinks pretty much fainted after receiving cash from Damon. Before we were dragged into the ruckus of it all, Damon grabbed me by the hand and we both ran towards the dapper looking man who was tearing off the tickets.
"Damon..."
"Don't say anything, I know... I am literally a trouble magnet today."
"Trouble magnet? Wow, that's an understatement. You are the trouble creator. Are our dates always going to be so eventful?"
He laughed as he handed the ticket, now looking down to the ground. Clearly, he'd learnt his lesson.
"Yes, they probably are."
The man tore at our tickets and then pointed into the cineplex.
"Cinema 8. Enjoy your movie!"
I mumbled a soft “thank you”, and then both Damon and I began walking into cinema number 8. Inside it was quite well lit and Damon and I had no trouble finding our seats, given the fact that he reserved practically all of them. I was relieved to see so few people though and it gave Damon the opportunity to take off his glasses and rub his eyes.
"What's the name of this movie again?" He asked, running his fingers through his hair after he'd taken off his beanie.
I shrugged and said, "You paid for it, you should remember, or was your focus more on the money than on the actual movie?"
He laughed and then wrapped an arm around me, "Honestly, sometimes you can be so... sensitive."
"Oh, I'm sensitive? Really?" I uttered. His eyes widened at my hidden implication and he bit his lip.
"If Damon's a bad boy, will his Mistress *punish* him?" He uttered. Immediately my face went aflame, and I was ever so grateful that the lights began to dim. Damon had clearly won that little game and successfully gotten me quite hot and bothered. Well, hotter and more bothered than he clearly was.
I honestly planned on keeping my attention focused fully on the film which I now discovered was titled, "The gateway to hell". Damon, however, clearly had other plans as he leaned in closer and began to gently lay kisses on my neck.
"D-Damon! What are you doing! We can't do this here!" I uttered, almost spilling my popcorn onto the floor. He gently moved even closer and whispered into my ear, "I'm being a bad boy...". Thereafter, he gently bit the lobe of my ear and then glided his tongue across it, shifting my focus from the movie to him. He honestly *was* being such a bad boy, but I was not going to give him the satisfaction of being punished by me. So, instead, I pushed him back, removed the popcorn from his lap and placed it onto the seat next to him before shifting and using myself as the popcorn's replacement. I then took his hands in mine and placed them tightly around my waist.
"Shut up, watch the movie and don't even think of moving your hands. Otherwise I will continue punishing you by not punishing you. Am I understood?"
I heard him mumble but assumed he had gotten the point as he never bothered me again throughout the movie.
Admittedly, I did have quite the laugh which irritated most of the other people in the cinema, forcing a few to even leave. I honestly could not have cared less, especially because I was not the only person creating this thick feeling of annoyance in the air. Damon had also decided to join me in laughing and, admittedly his moans of pleasure were not the only loud sounds he could utter. Damon was, as I began to discover, naturally loud and unruly. In fact, the more I got to know him, the more adorably light-hearted I found him.

Once the movie had finished, Damon and I decided to wander around the rest of the mall. By now there were not too many people around and as such, Damon and I found ourselves more relaxed.
"So," I began as I stared at one of the adverts produced by the Morningstar Advertising company in a novelty shop called, ‘Hoarder's Heaven’, "have you always dreamt of becoming a rich, powerful businessman?"
Damon picked up a golden pair of tooth-shaped headphones before answering me. "Well, yes. My father had always made sure to remind my pack that we could not take part in human activities, and that our sole purpose was to exist as werewolves and nothing else. But I disagreed with this totally and spent most of my life trying to prove him wrong. I guess you could call Morningstar Advertising a 'slap in the face' directed towards my father. Little did I know that the so called 'slap in the face' would turn into one of the biggest advertising companies in the world."
It always stunned me- the fact that Damon worked so hard. Yes, he was a privileged asshole sometimes, but in all honesty, he'd worked for it all. He hadn't been complacent with family status, instead, he built his way up from nothing, not even the support of his family. It was actually one of the things that had drawn me to his company, and indirectly, to him.
"And what about you? You said most of your life was based on pure survival, but I'm sure even *you* had dreams of your own."
"Well, if I'm being honest... I wanted to be someone like you."
"Someone like me?"
I nodded slowly and then began to explain.
"I wanted to own my very own accounting firm. I know it sounds weird but... it was a dream of my father’s and after he had died, I'd made a promise to myself to fulfil his wish. I'd even name it after him. EJS, his initials, Elijah James Spectra. In my mind, it was going to be the best accounting firm in existence, and I was going to drive a fancy car, wear fancy clothes and the world was going to fall at my feet, like the world falls at yours."
Damon took my hand in his and placed a kiss on it. "Well that seems like a good enough dream for my Jasmine. But I do have a problem with it."
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, wondering what could be problematic about a girl trying to carry out her dead father's wish.
"I don't feature anywhere in that dream of yours. I mean no husband, no children?"
I chuckled and he did the same, but more nervous than amused. "Well, back then I had no clue that mates existed. Besides, I didn't see myself as the family type. I could barely look after myself."
Damon suddenly fell silent, and I could feel the seriousness radiating off of him before he uttered the next question, "And what about now? Would you ever consider raising a family with... me?"
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Hello! I have missed you all so much! Unfortunately, I am not back forever. I still do have a few more exams left so updates will be quite slow.
On another note, that was some question our Damon just asked, especially considering Jasmine and her past!
Stay healthy! Stay safe! Sending you all my love!