What Did That Succubus Do To Him?

"Ba-dum! Ba-dum!" 

That was the sound of the trumpet… who was he kidding? That was the sound of his heart thudding in his chest. Oh my God, Damon realized mentally, he was having a heart attack! He was going to die! By the way, why were her lips so enticing? 

Damon forgot all about dying, his sole focus was on her lips; red, succulent, pouty, and tempting. He was crazily tempted to taste it, almost as if it was calling out to him. This was the first time Damon was attracted to a woman's body, it had never moved him until now - perhaps because of the curse. 

Meanwhile, Nessa, unaware of the battles waging inside of Damon, simply thought he was distracted and quickly snatched the phone from him.

"Yes," She rejoiced at her victory, but then, her eyes widened from shock when she saw what Damon did with her picture. It was… crazy! Ugh!! 

Fortunately for her, he hadn't posted it online yet and she deleted it without further delay. 

"Damon, I swear the next time you take my…" Nessa froze when she glanced up and met his gaze. She couldn't explain it but her instincts told her she was in danger; Damon was looking at her like a lion about to ravage his prey.

"Damon…" She breathed, his intense gaze unnerving her. However, Nessa still followed his gaze and discovered he was staring at her lips. Oh no, Nessa took a sharp intake of breath. 

This was not what she was expecting, everything had escalated too quickly. Moreover, it was not like Damon to want to kiss her, the guy doesn't even like her. Unless he had been pretending all along and was one of the douches that wanted to get into her pants. 

With that determination, Nessa pushed at his chest to free herself but she had not expected him to grab her hand and pinned them to the bed, growling at her aggressively. Did he just growl at her with displeasure? Who does that? She was the one pinned to the bed, not him! She was the one supposed to complain, not him for crying out loud! 

Nessa gulped, something was not right here. This was so not like Damon, he was behaving like he was possessed or something. She looked into his eyes and gasped, the green in his greenish-brown hazel eyes had disappeared entirely as if the brown had swallowed it up. That was when it dawned on Nessa, something weird was going on here. 

"Damon…" She shivered when he began to lower his head towards her. Nessa knew she could lift her leg and kneel him right on his crotch, but for some strange reason, she couldn't. His eyes held her spellbound, she could not move a muscle. 

Nessa's heart began to pound in her chest when their noses touched, his lips slowly closing in on hers. But to her greatest surprise, Damon stopped. 

Huh?

Her chest rose with each full breath she took, their breath mingling together as he rubbed his nose against the bridge of her nose, yet he didn't meet her lips. She could almost say he was hesitating.

No, she was wrong. 

Damon was battling. 

With himself? 

Nessa couldn't tell. she couldn't understand him or his intentions right now.

Damon tilted his head and their lips were just inches from touching. But he didn't kiss her, his lips just hovered over hers. Damon would lean in only to pull back at the same time without moving away too far. This went on for over a minute that Nessa didn't know what to do anymore. Surprisingly, it wasn't awkward, her heart was simply on the verge of exploding with the way it was pounding in her chest. 

Suddenly, Damon stopped and leaned in, their lips touching for only a fleeting moment that it felt more like a caress when he pushed away like he was roused from his fantasy. There was a look of great shock on Damon's face, he instantly raced to the bathroom and shut the door close. 

Once inside, Damon went to the sink, turned the tap, and began to wash his face. Since he was born, he had never felt anything like this- It was a great need that rippled through his body and tore his senses apart. What did that succubus do to him? 

Nessa lay on the bed, stunned. What just happened? Everything happened so quickly that it wasn't until he disappeared into the bathroom that she recovered herself. Although that brief contact didn't qualify as a kiss, she had felt it deep down in her bones, it had shot from her toes to the rest of her body. Something weird was going on here. Or perhaps with Damon? 

Instantly, Nessa's eyes traveled to the door and she stood up, heading over there. The bathroom was locked. She banged on the door, "Damon, are you okay?" 

No reply.

"Damon, open up!" 

"Go away!" was his answer. 

Seriously? So much for caring. 

Yet, she persisted, "I just want to know what's going on?" 

"Just leave me alone!" 

"Fine, suit yourself! Who wants  to bother you, anyway!" Nessa harrumphed and strode back to the bed, vexed. She sat on the edge of the bed with arms wrapped across her chest, cursing the jerk. 

Who does he think he is?! Some prince?! Who says she's worried about him?! She doesn't care a damn! Yeah! 

Still yet, Nessa didn't leave without him and sat waiting till he emerged from the bathroom. 

"Finally, his majesty makes his appearance," She said with heavy sarcasm. 

"Can we just leave?" Damon simply said, visibly tired. 

"As if I came with you in the first place," She sassed and as Damon would be Damon, he decided to take his leave. Without her. 

"Hey!" Nessa overtook him by blocking his path with her arms stretched, "How could you be so heartless?" 

Damon smirked in return. 

However, the crinkle in his eyes made her notice something, "Your eyes?" She muttered.

"What about my eyes?" he asked her.

"Nothing," Nessa said, yet her mind was in turmoil. The green in his eyes was back. How was that possible? Was there a phenomenon like that? 

Nessa was so lost in thought that she didn't even mind when Damon took her hand and began to lead her out. And It wasn't until she heard the ding from the elevator that she realized where she was. 

"Oh no," She groaned at the opened elevator, awaiting their entry. 

"Oh yeah, baby," Damon grinned at her.