Was there a specific reason why you were very much naked in Damon’s kitchen? Sure, you were his girl — he should be thanking the fact that you’re naked — but ever since you turned your humanity off, you’d been bolder, so maybe this was a byproduct. Which was why he was startled when he’d found you cooking like that at breakfast.

Were the blinds up?

Fuck, phew, they were, so Damon took the time to process all this, whatever this was going on here— since when did you of all people just show up naked with little to no explanation acting as if it was some sort of causal occurrence? Again, he wasn’t complaining, just curious. Damn, girl, it’s some wake-up.

Yeah, he had to sort of collect his brain cells for a moment and open and close his mouth like a goldfish, gesturing to himself in reference to you— he wasn’t better, only in a pair of sweats from last night’s roughly passionate activities — that’d changed since you turned your humanity off — so, yeah.

“Not that I’m complaining, but…” Damon gestured to himself again, his eyes briefly sweeping over your clothe-less body— gosh, can you blame him? You were hot, and his girlfriend, he’s gonna sneak a peek if he damn well wants to. Oh, pretty girl.

“Your clothes.” He reminded, clearing his throat as he padded further into the kitchen, and— fuck, he was glad no one was coming around, it’d be a hassle to get his no-humanity girlfriend to budge into clothes. And yeah, he didn’t exactly mind the look, you just usually cleaned up after a few rounds.

Strange, huh?