entrancelogs | OTA ; Don't Stop, Make it Pop, DJ Blow My Speakers Up

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OTA ; Don't Stop, Make it Pop, DJ Blow My Speakers Up

Who: Lucifer Morningstar and OTA
Where: Deux Lux, Floor 6, Room 66
When: Anytime in March
Rating: TBD, probably PG-13 or so
Summary: Lucifer does what he does almost every other night - he has a party. Shenanigans and conversation ensue. This is essentially a catch-all for March for him. Let me know if you want something specific.
The Story:

[Once the drama of New Years dies down and he's drunk the entirely of his bar two or more times, Lucifer finally reopens his club to the public, seemingly no worse for the wear. He's chatted with a few specific people, reflected (marginally) on himself a bit, and has come to several conclusions.

All of which he'll be keeping to himself for the most part.

That said, he seems a bit brighter than even when he first arrived, as if there's a bit of weight off his shoulders, and he's almost less of a businessman and more of a guest in his own place as the nights continue on. He drinks along with everyone else, dances when he pleases, and plays the piano often, lending his singing voice more than occasionally.

Still, a few things weight on his mind that he'll need to take care of, but on the whole, he's quite chipper and easily approaching....or as approachable as the Devil can be.

That said, he's not seen a whole lot outside of his nightclub or his penthouse up the stairs, which means he might be a little more reclusive still than he first appears...]

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( elena tentatively reaches for him, settling her palm on his cheek.

she hooks her thumb underneath his chin, careening his face toward her, hoping he'll pay less attention to the bourbon in favor of her. )

I can't be the only one meeting you halfway, Damon.

( they've come this far and they want to be with each other, elena has never doubted that. but he also wants her to just blindly accept him picking and choosing what to tell her about their future. it's about so much more than just a feeling: she needs to know that she can trust him. )

Right. It's only me that's not meeting halfway. It's all because of me.

[ being unreasonable, being the one that keeps them apart so when the inevitable happens and she's torn from this place, it'll rest squarely on his shoulders along with everything else from the future he carries on his own. he breathes out abruptly. his hand tightens over the bottle even as he looks at her, because she's careened his face that way, and he won't miss out on a chance to see her wake, living face looking at him, reacting to him.

it hurts.

but nothing hurts more than her absence, than her endless sleep.]

You haven't told Caroline and Bonnie everything that you know about the future, have you? Why?

( elena's features shift into that of surprise, lips parting despite the fact not a single word leaves her.

it's not that she'd forgotten.

how could she forget such a thing? but she has placed it aside, aware there is nothing she can do about it. and that's a big part of why she hasn't told caroline or bonnie. it's part of why she never told damon, outside of not wanting him to lash out at the mikaelsons. they won't be able to do anything about it, either. why burden them needlessly with something they can't change as long as they're here? (oh. right.)

her hand drops abruptly back to her side.

elena immediately glances to caroline to make sure her vampire hearing hasn't honed in on their conversation, but she is thankfully too wrapped up in klaus to notice them. (words elena never thought she would think, once upon a time. insert full-body shudder.) ) That's not fair.

( the situation is not that different, and she knows it, but the accusation stings no less, elena already stepping back. ) And I'm not in a relationship with them.

[ damon reaches out, winding his hand around her wrist before she can step back too far. he slides his thumb over her inner wrist as he watches her, studies her face. he didn't want to hit her with that, and- and ultimately, the future that he is keeping from her is not something he's able to set aside despite knowing that he can't and won't talk about it. sometimes it sneaks up on him. it's been almost endless since they- since she said she couldn't, and he fills in the empty spaces, thinking about her, dreaming about her, trying to work out what the hell will happen back in mystic falls.

an ache builds in his chest. it builds through his expression too. ]

I just want you to think about the why, Elena. Really think about it, okay?

[his voice quiets, and he tightens his hold on her hand.]

I miss you.

( elena doesn't have to think about the why.

she didn't want to worry or make her her best friends sad needlessly. she didn't want to give them extra weight to carry when it's nothing that they can do anything about while they are in wonderland. and it was something about her future. something that impacted her the most. it was for her to decide whether she wanted to share it or not, knowing they're all going to live it in the future at some point when they're ever sent back anyway.

bah.

a quiet sigh escapes her, elena stepping back in and letting her forehead rest on his. the fact she is standing and he is seated on the stool means they're at eye level for a change. ) I miss you, too. ( when did she become so easy? oh, that's right. when this motherfucker flapped his crow wings into her life. )

[ damon closes his eyes as her forehead rests against his. he reaches up to cup the side of her face, and his chest aches at that admittance. his thumb slides over her cheek, and then he slides a strand of her hair behind her ear. it's beautiful to be this close to her again. their foreheads are pressed together, and he wants to stay in this moment.

his voice grows low, insistent. he slides his hand behind her neck, and his sharp blue eyes studies her face. ]

We don't have to miss each other anymore.

[ they don't have to stumble each other unexpectedly (or when he plans it out or goes to all her favorite spots). they can just be together. ]

Damon ...

( his name is wrapped up in a raspy sigh conveying her inner turmoil, the sentence trailing off before elena can finish what she was going to say. she likely had nothing else to say at all, not when she's caught in a crossroad. she usually is when it comes to damon.

she presses her cheek into the warmth of his palm, growing quiet there. )

Would it help if I told you whenever something was getting to met even if I can't- even if I can't talk about the details? I never want to keep anything from you, Elena. I trust you more than I've trusted anyone in my life, but it's so-

[ damon breathes in, sliding his thumb just under her chin to angle her face toward him. ]

There are so many bits and pieces. Some things you just have to live to understand, and even if I could put it to words, it'd be so hard to connect to. [ cause she has never lived all the moments leading up to it. she doesn't know who kai parker is, and she's blessed for that. may she never have to know who he is. ]

( there's a slight pause as elena considers, finally looking up at his prompting.

d-dignified sniff: ) It might help a little.

( more than a little. a big part of why she was upset, beyond her deep-rooted inquisitiveness, is the knowledge that he was hurting and keeping that hurt from her. biting the inside of her cheek, she considers it further. what he is asking of her: to trust him. what she would be asking of herself: a compromise, if being with him is more important than having her demand fulfilled. this is damon meeting her halfway, and it's not insignificant. ) I can let it go. For now.

( she lifts an index finger. )

I mean it, Damon. If it continues to be a problem, we're revisiting this conversation. ( and she'll know if he's distressed. )

[ damon can't help it. she sticks her finger out at him, and she gives him that look of hers, but he knows she's meeting him halfway. she's compromising when she didn't think she could. he knows how huge it is for her to do that, and he smiles, wide, warm, marveling at her. love shines in his gaze. he loves her so much.

he's still cupping her face with one hand, and then he lifts up his other hand to frame her face within his hands, and he's still smiling, nodding in agreement. he'll do it. he will let her in each and every time when something is hurting him. he sometimes still stumbles over being open and vulnerable especially when it comes to- comes to things she doesn't know. they won't have to revisit this conversation. ]

Oh, thank God.

[ he murmurs the words before he tugs her into him, and he covers her mouth with his own, kissing the hell out of her, like he's wanted to do every day since they parted. ]

( AND ANOTHER THING —

oh, no. wait. he's complying.

elena follows the pull of damon's hand without protest, her body fitting neatly in between his legs. the low of her waist presses to the leather stool chair he sits on. she wraps her arms around him and sinks into the kiss, disarmed as she is. it's felt longer than a month since they last kissed. it's felt like much longer, and his yearning, a yearning that mirrors her own, is a fierce reminder of that. her mouth opens under his, and elena lets it all rush in. she claimed this storm long ago. )

[ damon winds his arm around her waist tightly, standing up to press her against the bar with his whole body now. his fingertips dig into the fabric of what she's wearing as he tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss against her mouth.

it's felt so long, and he's been without her for- for far longer than the month they were apart. but she was so near all along, it was sheer- sheer frustration and yearning in a new way.

he's yearned. he's ached for her, and he is utterly, wholly melting into her as she reciprocates with everything he feels. she holds nothing back and neither does he.

having completely forgotten where they are (it's not like he'd care regardless) ]

( their relationship is not as new as it once was, but elena is still left breathless by the intensity between them sometimes. she has never, ever felt it with anybody else before. not like this. perhaps it's not an intensity that should be allowed towards another person.

because that's the thing about being consumed: the flame takes everything. it (he) becomes essential.

her body reacts to the sensations he is evoking. pure heat flushes into her skin as she lifts up just enough to let her lips match the pressure of his mouth. her fingers tunnel into his hair, thoughts curtailed for now as elena allows herself to simply feel. and she feels like she wants to kiss him.

coaxing the tip of his tongue back to hers, she tilts her head to the side to taste more of him. an arm squeezes him closer at the neck, her free hand slipping underneath his jacket to grip the solid muscle at his back. the kiss is hard but not fast, no part of elena left untouched now that they've shifted closer. )

( damon is breathless too as his mouth covers her own, and he presses her back against the bar. his fingers wrap around her waist and then slide over her ass. his body arches up against her own, melting into her. his eyes close. it's welcome.

it is his welcoming her back.

he lifts her up against the bar. his tongue darts into her mouth, finding her own. his palm opens up between her shoulder blades.

then his fingertips dig into her back, into her skin all over again. god, he has missed her. his whole body rings with it like this steady vibration of a missing, of a need. he presses himself up against her, and his one hand drags up into the strands of her hair as he does so. it's primal, instinctive. it's need further than any other.

a need deep down into his marrow. )

( so much for not letting herself get carried away.

it's a problem that's not entirely a problem, at least not for the two of them: whenever they're close like this, her world tends to shrink to nothing but damon. it's something much stronger than need. elena isn't sure there's a word for what it is, but she feels his touch and kiss everywhere, like a fever. it's with great reluctance she flattens her hand on his chest and starts to nudge him back, her lashes at half-mast as she attempts to recover. )

Damon!!!

( yes, clearly this indiscretion is all his fault.

elena swallows past the dryness in her throat, her eyes glossy with desire. ) We're in public.

( damon looks pretty damn irreverent at the fact they're in public especially because he recognizes that look on her face. it's been too damn long. he plays with a strand of her hair. his fingertips trace wondrously over the side of her face.

god, how he'd hated to think of all the time they were wasting.

a smile pulls across his face. it's genuine, and it's warm, grateful too. )

Maybe I was trying to get us banned from place number 2. ( he was not at all. he really had zero thoughts beyond wanting to kiss her more than he wanted anything else in the world, in any world. he winds his arms around her waist and pulls her in against his chest. ) You wanna get out of here, kid?

( elena is seconds away from pointing out it would take a lot to get them banned from a nightclub owned by the devil, but then thinks better of it. damon would only see it as a challenge. as enjoyable as that would be, elena's embarrassed enough by sharon's sign at the training center — it hasn't been taken down, as far as she knows.

the term of endearment has her expression softening further, and she gives him a wordless nod. she doesn't remove her arms from around his neck, only lets herself walk backward along with him, confident he will not steer her in the wrong direction. she fits so well against him. ) I really did miss you.

( and of course, this is included: their physicality, their raw chemistry, how easy it is to lose herself in a kiss alone. but it was more than that. she missed his companionship. missed the crook of his neck when she needed to hide after a bad nightmare. missed the way he'd always quietly stoke the fire in their bedroom when she grew cold in the late hours right before dawn. the soft press of his chest against her back when they'd read themselves, and often each other, to sleep. she missed her friend. )

( damon expertly steers her through the crowds until they make it outside of the club entirely. he reaches around her to open up the door and push her gently through that as well. his fingertips hook at her waist as his thumbs slip over her hip bones affectionately. a sharpness slides into his gaze as an ache blossoms up within the center of his rib cage.

he missed her too.

there was an empty space at his bed. he never used her favorite reading chair in his room. he left all of her items where she'd last left them at so he'd have constant reminders of her in his room as if he could pretend everything was fine between them. there was no books read at the fireplace. meals were bland and boring. he missed her too. he felt it in every aspect of his life which changed for the worse, the darker without her in it. )

And I missed the hell out of you, Elena Gilbert.

( a smile tugs across his face as he lifts her up and vampire speeds them to the hallway wheere their rooms are at.. it's all wonder and love and bright and hungry. she missed him while he was missing her. he leans in until his mouth is just an inch from her ear, and he speaks the words low.)

Show me just how much you missed me.

( show me.

elena's eyes whisk upward at his request.

request, never a demand. she's still sort of breathless as a result of how quickly he sped them back to their hallway, but it's the look on his face that makes her gut twist warm and low. it's the heat of his breath across her cheek that leaves her trembling in place. god, the way he looks at her. it's not an ability vampires possess, but when his gaze is pinned on her like this, elena swears he can read every thought she's ever had and learn every desire she's ever felt.

she wants to reacquaint herself with his skin; what it tastes like and how it feels beneath her palms. it's tempting to rip his shirt in half and give into the passion that has her heart hammering against the walls of her chest, but a deeper part of her, the one filled with longing, wants to savor this.

with a swift nudge they step into her room, the door closing behind her. elena's hands lift to his shoulders, slipping underneath his leather jacket to strip it off. a slow smile curves on her lips, her eyes traveling from his jacket back up to his face. ) Did you wear this on purpose?

( damon smirks as his gaze darts from her eyes down to her mouth. there's still the thrilling realization they are back together after a miserable time apart. it wasn't anywhere near three years, but it was its own form of misery, and he's happy. longing blossoms into need at the space between them. )

I thought wherever you happened to be at that hour, I better show up looking as attractive as possible in your favorite leather jacket of mine to remind you.

( of just how attractive he looks. it may not be an ability vampires have, but damon has become incredibly good at reading elena. he can sense her hunger and desire as they build inside of her. she trembles, and he feels it, sliding the jacket off of his arms and letting it drop to the floor behind them.

he hooks his fingers under the straps of her dress and pulls her in by them until she's pressed against his chest. his mouth covers hers. his fingertips grip tight hold to the straps of her dress as he kisses her. he still wants her to show him, but he needed to kiss her again. need, and he no longer has to hold back on that need. )

( his confirmation gives way to laughter. it's in her throat and in her eyes. she knew it.

elena kisses damon back, a small sound breaking free from the all-too-simple need and passion taking over her chest. complicated, messy, turbulent — they should have never worked, but this feels so remarkably simple, and she lets it. she deepens the kiss, letting it speak of her suppressed longing. she trails her lips petal-soft across his forehead, the fullness of his cheekbones, the smooth lining of his collarbone, reclaiming his mouth once more.

her hands slip underneath his shirt and up his chest as she strains against him, nails scraping back down the path they traveled. they're unhurried in their movement, her hands, touching and sliding. they land at his waist, fingers clenching inward, and with this grip she begins to walk backward, tugging him along. )

( there is something about the look in her eyes. it steals the breath out of his lungs as his pulse beats faster, harder.

he slides his hands from her dress across her shoulders and then up to her neck. damon cups her head within his palms. his fingers dig into her dark, messy hair. her longing is everything. his body arches into her at each and every single soft kiss. he melts at the intensity of her movements.

damon follows where she leads, one step after the other, across the floor. he lifts his body into her fingers, into her nails as she grips him. he wants her hands and her mouth over every last part of him until not an inch of him remains untouched, unclaimed by her in every single way.

and he wants to do the same to her. his fingers search for the zipper of her dress, and he tugs it down in the same unhurried way. he wants to linger in this moment, to savor ever last drop of it with her. it's been so goddamn long. )

( damon tugs the zipper as far down as it will go and the dress simply gives, dropping to elena's feet. her heavy-lidded eyes stay on his face as she steps out of the dress and continues to walk backward, allowing herself to just appreciate the look of him when he's hungry. no blood in sight.

her face is warm, and that warmth moves down her chest, right to her fingertips. the back of her knees bump into the mattress behind her, and elena lets herself fall, but not without bringing him with her. her mouth opens under his once more, accepting him wholly, inviting him in.

they fuck slow and hard throughout the night, bodies shuddering under lips and palms and teeth.

it's still dark when elena gives into exhaustion, her sleeping body curving to his. )

( elena is human, which means she sleeps more easily than he does, and for hours, damon is content to study her while she sleeps. he drifts his fingers through the dark strands of her hair as they tangle up together. it's so beautiful to be back with her after these miserable weeks spent apart. he could watch her sleep for hours, knowing she'll wake up and smile at him and kiss him and talk to him, knowing that sleep is only temporary (as it should be).

it's late when he finally does get up, walking into the bathroom, to brush his teeth when he catches sight of very familiar handwriting on the mirror. it's familiar because it's his own. he stills abruptly. the toothbrush breaks in his hand before his gaze darts up to the mirror to read what is written there.

thanks for the book recommendation, princess. hope you're smiling that beautiful smile today.

hot, sharp rage rushes up in him like a freight train.

he breaks the mirror.)

( the mirror shatters, its message along with it. shards of glass trickle down the sink.

elena wakes up immediately, her hand already reaching for the dagger under her pillow. the thudding inside her ribcage is almost painful, but she puts two and two together before she can give in to her alarm. clutching the sheets to her chest, she haphazardly pushes off the bed. )

What the hell, Damon?

( THIS WAS NOT PART OF THE BLISSFUL REUNION. )

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