Homefires Burning (Closed for Jezebel1669)

Damon found himself reluctant to pose for the picture when Eva held up her phone. He knew what the picture was going to be for, and wondered if it was going to cause her problems in the future. His fears melted away when she turned her phone around afterward and showed him the name that she'd assigned to his face. He couldn't help but chuckle. Still he was glad about what she'd said about her calling him. He wanted her to know that he wanted to be there for her well-being too, not just for the sex.

It was hard not to push for more when Eva grabbed his forearm and leaned close to kiss his cheek, especially when she let that kiss linger longer than was norm for that gesture. "Count on it..." Damon said softly at last, moments before she let him go and headed for the bar.e He lingered at the table, watching her walk away, part of him hoping that she would look back at him one last time.

Only when Ava and Danny were out the door and gone did Damon finally grab the bottle that Eva had left on the table and head towards the bar.

"I know it's late..." Damon started as he approached the bar, hoping that he was talking loud enough for the last employee to hear him. "But is there any way I can get you to call me a cab?"

The tall and thin man behind the bar looked Damon up and down once before turning towards the door that Eva and Danny had left through. "You're a friend of Eva's...Damon, right?" The man asked simply as he ignored the question that Damon had asked him.

Damon lowered his gaze for a second before nodding. "Yeah, old friend from high school. Came for the show and...well everything else just sort of happened..."

The man simply listened to Damon's words and studied him for a few seconds afterwards, studying him. "Cabs are too damn expensive. I'll give you a lift. Just try not to make a habit of it, alright?"

"I...uh...sure man. I didn't even really plan on this. Like I said, it all just sort of...happened."

"I hear you. Just give me a couple minutes to finish up and we'll head out." Damon just nodded then and took a seat at the bar, his hands playing with the bottle he held as he waited for the man.

When at last it was time to go, Damon followed the guy out of the bar, watched him lock up, and followed the man to his car. He was far too lost in his head to notice what kind of car it was or the condition it was in. Hell, he barely had enough presence of mind to tell the man which hotel he was staying at before he retreated into his head once more.

The trip to his hotel felt like nothing to Damon. He couldn't stop thinking about Eva, what they'd done, and what he hoped they'd do in the future. Almost before he knew it, the man was pulling up to the hotel entrance and telling him that they were here. Damon opened the door and went to step out, but the man caught his arm in his hand. "My name's Dwight by the way, and any friend of Eva's is a friend of mine and Danny's..." The man started before his face got a bit more serious. "But you be good to her or we're all gonna have some problems, you understand?" After Damon nodded, the man let go of his arm and told him to have a good night.

The walk and elevator up to his room almost seemed to fly by for Damon, and before he knew it he was in the shower. He had no idea how long he lingered there, letting the water just pound on his naked body, but he hardly cared just then. All he could think about was Eva. He couldn't believe that he'd seen her again after all this time. He couldn't believe that he'd done what he'd done with her, knowing that she was living with the guy she'd been dating back then.

In the end, Damon had to just cut the shower off without even washing himself too thoroughly. He just rolled into bed and closed his eyes, not even caring about the moonlight streaming in through the wide open window. It was going to be a long night for him, that much was for certain.
 
Early the next morning Eva was rudely awoken by her fiancé as Jack pulled the duvet off the bed and crawled on top of her as she lay face down on the mattress. Without saying a word she felt his hand down between her legs, guiding his half-mast cock up to her butt before thrusting it into her.

She simply lay there, half asleep and feeling no pleasure as the man she lived with thrust himself into her, grunting and moaning like a stuffed pig the whole while. It was all over after a minute or so, and Jack slipped himself out of her sore anus before stroking himself to climax, spraying his load over her buttocks unceremoniously.

Sliding off the bed in a way which made it seem like a barely controlled fall than an intentional manoeuvre, Jack rose to his feet beside her, giving her ass a quick slap with a flick of his wrist before leaning down and pressing his lips to her cheek with a quick peck.

"I should be back late tomorrow, or maybe the day after," he mumbled, his voice so indistinct Eva wondered whether he was actually talking to her, or just reminding himself of the fact. "All depends on the game we find." With that Jack pulled up his pants and staggered towards the door, his hand grasping at the long arm which was his weapon of choice when hunting. It suited him perfectly, overpowered and distant, Eva thought bitterly.

She waited until the sound of Jack's truck faded away into the distance, and then waited a little longer just to be sure he was really gone, before finally crawling off the bed herself. Pulling the duvet back up off the floor she laid it on top of the bed, not so much making it as just tidying up a little, before heading to the bathroom.

With a disgusted look on her face she used some tissue to clean the smeg from her butt, tossing it down the toilet before flushing it away with a perverse sense of joy. She suddenly began to ponder why she felt so poorly about what was just a bodily fluid, after all the night before she'd been rubbing pretty much the same stuff all over her pussy, and enjoying every second of the experience, and yet exactly the same fluids from a different man made her want to vomit just having it on her skin.

Leaning over the sink Eva gazed deeply into her reflected eyes. She'd almost expected to feel completely different in the cold light of day, but even sober, with a throbbing headache from Barry's moonshine sure but still sober, she still felt the same warm feelings whenever she remembered what had happened.

Heading back into the living room Eva quickly fished in her bag, pulling out her phone and firing up the display. Quickly tapping the control she brought up Damon's contact details and for a long moment her finger hovered over the call button, more than half tempted to ring and ask him to come over and do a better job than Jack had at giving her a Sunrise Surprise.

Eventually the moment passed and shaking her head Eva moved over to her equipment cases. For some reason Jack had pushed them over, tipping the padded crates and their precious cargo onto their side at some point during the morning. Eva couldn't understand why, it wasn't like they'd been left out in his way at all, or that they were blocking access to anything else. With a resigned sigh she carefully opened the cases and took stock of the contents.

Luckily nothing was damaged, but one of the HD cards she'd been using to take pictures had slipped out from its pocket and it took the photographer several trying minutes to tease it out from where it had lodged itself in the lining. Finally holding the small tab up triumphantly she turned to crack a smart-alecky comment to Damon, before realising he wasn't actually there.

Swearing under her breath, the native beauty rubbed her forehead pensively. Why the hell was she so damned fixated on a guy who'd been out of her life for years. It wasn't as if they'd stayed in touch with each other or anything, but for some reason Eva felt far closer to the wandering musician than to the man she'd spent the last few years of her life living with day in, day out.

The hangover headache was still working a number on her, so heading to the kitchen Eva pulled some bacon and eggs from the fridge and quickly fried them up, adding some premade waffles to the pile before filling her aching belly with the delicious fatty nutrition. With that done she quickly washed and got dressed before heading out to her bike.

Speeding down the road, carefully shifting the weight of her cycle as only someone intimately acquainted with the route could, Eva pushed back the visor of her helmet, letting the wind wash over her face. The sense of freedom and escape came over her again, but for once she wasn't tempted to simply keep driving forever. This time she was tempted to head for a certain hotel instead.

Pulling up outside her studio Eva made her way inside. Carefully removing her equipment from her cases she packed most of them away in their resting holes for when she needed them next. A couple of items she carried to her work bench, meaning to strip and clean them when she had time. Moving over to her computer she booted up the system and soon found herself staring at the screen as if not knowing what she was supposed to be doing next.

Almost without knowing she watched as the cursor brought up a search window and typed in Damon's name. A few glowing articles gave praise to the newly discovered talent taking the music world by storm, while some others accused him of being derivative and 'hacky' in his work, although these were few and far between.

Out of curiosity she pulled up the image search and was quickly presented with several hundred shots of the man who'd kissed her so sweetly after prom, and who'd made her feel like a real woman again for the first time in years in a dirty alleyway behind a club the night before. As her eyes danced over the pictures, many of which showed Damon with his arm draped over the shoulders of one beautiful woman after another, Eva suddenly found herself feeling jealous.

With a frustrated sigh she stabbed the browser closed and began to rub her temples with both hands. The fry up had helped but the hangover was still there, and as she massaged her forehead with her fingertips Eva couldn't help but recall the memory of the night before, her eyes once more drifting to her cell phone.

This was doing her no good, so picking up her phone she quickly tucked it away out of sight before turning back to her computer and pulling up the shots she'd taken the night before. 'I'll clear these away first, and start developing the film, and then I'll think about calling him,' she told herself, making a deal which hopefully would keep the man she was beginning to think she loved out of her head for at least a few hours.
 
It was impossible for Damon to know exactly what time he fell asleep the night before. All he knew was that at some point he had clearly managed it. That was naturally apparent when the sunlight shone in from the window right on his face. Thankfully it wasn't the full brightness of the sun, since his balcony faced west, towards what would be the setting sun, but that did little to stop the pain that erupted in his eyes when he opened them. That pain only intensified when the headache kicked in like a truck. He groaned loudly and forced himself to roll over on his side, the motion sending a fresh pulse of pain through his head.

Damon reached out his hand and fumbled clumsily over the night stand until he found the bottle that he and Eva had shared last night. He forced himself up on one elbow and took a quick sip from the bottle, taking true joy in the euphoria that overpowered the headache, even if it was just for a moment. He then set the bottle back down on the nightstand and forced himself to sit up and finally stand. He kept his eyes as squinted shut as he could while still being able to barely see his way well enough to make it to the bathroom.

The sound of the shower water pounding against the floor of the shower was almost deafening and he literally flinched when he heard it, even knowing that it was coming. That sadly didn't change what he needed to do, though, and with no small amount of reluctance he stepped in the shower once more. This time, however, he didn't even have the conviction to stand. He literally sat down on the floor, adjusted the temp to keep it hot when it hit his body, and just sat there, letting the steaming hot water cascade on and around him. He braced his elbows on his knees and hung his head low enough to hold it in his hands, trying to massage the pain of the headache away. It naturally had little effect, but it still felt good to at least try.

Damon had no idea how long he was in the shower, god knows it felt like an hour, but at least when he got out of it this time, he had actually washed his body and hair properly. He was still in the act of drying himself off when the sound of his phone ringing caught his attention. With damp towel still in hand, Damon rushed out of the bathroom and scooped up his phone. He let out a sound that was half sigh half aggravated groan when he saw who it was, but reluctantly hit the green button and said hello to his manager. He'd been gone for one damn day and the guy was already checking in to see if he'd had any luck finding the inspiration that he'd come home looking for. Damon thankfully had no shame at all about mentioning how little time had passed to the pushy man, and used his headache as an excuse to keep the call short. Then with a heavy sigh, he lightly tossed his phone against the headboard and went back into the bathroom to finish drying off.

It wasn't until after he was dry, fed from room service, and filled with what felt like a gallon of water that the headache finally subsided. With a clear head at last, Damon got dressed, grabbed his laptop, and headed out on his balcony to try and get some work done. He started and deleted possibly lyrics to a song at least twenty times before he finally took his keys off the keyboard and leaned back in his chair.

Every time Damon started thinking about lyrics, it always ended up coming back around to one stupid and sappy love song or another as thoughts of Eva and the night before flooded his brain. With a heavy sigh he finally gave up on writing the lyrics and pulled the playlist that usually helped him out in the inspiration department. It was filled mostly with fast and upbeat songs,l but had several slower and softer songs that were from specific events in his past that brought back fond memories. The problem this time, though, was that whenever one of those songs came on he found those past memories changed to times he'd seen or hung out with Eva, even if it was as a group with other people.

"God dammit!" Damon said loudly with frustration as he shoved his chair back and pushed himself to his feet. He walked to the railing, rested his elbows on it, and just looked out at the beautiful scenery before him. He was on the far end of the hotel, giving him an unobstructed view down the mountain. It was like a sea of trees giving way before him. He closed his eyes, enjoyed the breeze, and let his mind wander to what it clearly wanted to linger on. It was impossible for Damon's body not to respond when he thought of Eva, and while thoughts of her did bring up certain thoughts of inspiration, the music that would be made would hardly be appropriate for most listeners.

A thought came to Damon's head, then, and when he went back to his laptop, he found himself searching for things that the two of them might do together when he eventually called her. Hell, he even found himself looking at black-tie restaurants, which then led him to looking for high end clothing stores where he might be able to rent or buy a tux, and possibly a dress for her. Every now and again, Damon felt the urge to call her, but he kept shaking his head and turning back towards his screen. He didn't want to seem desperate, or that he wanted her only for sex, but she was the only goddamn thing that he could think about right now. Between those thoughts of her and the raging hardon that those thoughts caused, it was pretty much impossible to make any actual progress. When he found himself taking his fingers off the keyboard again, he put his elbows on the table and held his head in his hands once more. He shouldn't call her, not this soon, not with a raging hardon, and not with these thoughts in his head, but that didn't stop him from getting up and heading back towards the bed.

Cradling the phone in his hands, Damon pulled up Eva's contact number, and this time found himself torn on whether to text or call her. Texting gave him an impersonal option that also gave him an out if he didn't know what to say. His finger hovered over the text button, but with a quick shake of his head, he pressed the "call" button and waited for the phone to ring, desperately hoping that she was awake and would answer, despite how little time had passed.
 
After a couple of hours sorting through hundreds of shots, some of which were taken only milliseconds apart with minute difference between them, Eva finally sat back in her chair. Her eyes were sore from staring so hard for so long. Rubbing away some of the tenderness she pushed away from her desk, letting the office chair glide over towards the sink unit without needing to look where she was going.

As the chair bumped into the cupboard Eva reached for the coffee pot, only to find it was empty. Glancing down at her watch she saw it was almost lunchtime anyway and so decided to head into town to get something to eat as well as refilling her caffeine tank. Without even thinking she pulled her phone out of its hiding place and her fingers automatically pulled up Damon's number once more.

Looking down at the small device the native beauty wondered if she should invite him to join her somewhere, after all they really needed to talk about what had happened the night before and sort some things out. Was it just a one night stand? Did it mean anything to him now that he'd had a chance to sleep on it and reconsider his position? Did he even remember what had happened?

Fear clutched at Eva's chest as she stood there undecidedly for several long minutes. She wanted to hear Damon's voice again, and to see his face, feel his arms around her, feel his... she quickly squelched the line of thought, shaking her head with a soft smile as she recalled exactly what it had felt like when the thing she wouldn't allow herself to desire had happened. As much as she wanted it, she was afraid whether Damon would want it too, or if he'd even accept her call. And there was Jack.

Eva surprised herself at just how bitter her mood became as her thoughts turned to the man she was supposed to marry. Jack had been with her for a long time. He was dependable and reliable, just as long as you didn't depend on him for anything and relied on him to do his own thing, when and how he wanted. They had history together though, and not all of it was bad.

Her thumb slowly inched its way across the screen towards the call button, and Eva was finding it more and more difficult to come up with reasons not to call Damon, if only to tell him that she couldn't see him again, for Jack's sake. Her fingers gripped the phone hard as Eva finally came to her decision and lifted her other hand, finger ready to stab the call button, to confront Damon and to tell him this whole thing was over.

And then the phone began to ring.

A shot of excited joy ran through her as she saw 'Smug Cunt' pop up on the caller ID, and she eagerly stabbed her waiting finger down on the accept button before hugging the phone to the side of her happy, smiling face before even a single ring had completed.

"Hey there, lover boy," she said, trying to sound cool and detached while knowing how happy and joyful she really sounded, "How's the hangover?"
 
The only thing that was better than hearing the sound of Eva's voice just then was hearing the happiness in her voice. He sure as hell didn't regret what they had done last night, and by the sound of her voice, she didn't either.

"Oh I'm "lover boy" now am I?" Damon asked, a wry smile on his face as the tone of his voice reflected his sarcasm. "Did I lose my status as a smug cunt already? I'll have to work on that."

When Damon was done joking around, he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before he got to the real reason he was calling.

"Anyway..." Damon started before hesitating for a minute, knowing that that hesitation would let Eva know that the time for jokes was over for the time being. "I told myself that I wasn't going to call you so soon. I was going to call, but not today..." Damon paused for a quick breath, but not long enough for Eva to get a word in edgewise. He knew how bad his words could be interpreted if he stopped there, and he had no intention of letting that happen. "I just didn't want to seem...desperate I guess. Last night was...well...a dream come true. I have always regretted ending your prom night with just a kiss. It was a good kiss at least it was for me but I always wondered what would have happened if I had been brave enough to say what I truly felt. I've wanted you from the moment I first laid eyes on you Eva, but not just for the sex. Last night was I mean just wow but I want you to know that I want more or that is to say...I'm open to the possibility of more..."

Though he knew that he was babbling in the middle, but they were things that he'd been thinking about for so long, and he was as eager to get them out into the open as he was eager to hear her reply. He naturally hoped that she would reply with similar feelings, but at least if she shot him down now that they'd both sobered up, he would have the answer he needed and hopefully be able to move on...
 
"Oh I'm "lover boy" now am I? Did I lose my status as a smug cunt already? I'll have to work on that.

"Anyway... I told myself that I wasn't going to call you so soon. I was going to call, but not today..."
Eva couldn't help but giggle to herself for a moment at Damon's little joke, even though she knew it wasn't really that funny. Her heart was soaring in that moment, and she felt like a lovesick high schooler again, only for her heart to start plummeting again a moment later.

The idea that Damon hadn't wanted to talk to her, that he had planned to brush her off, suddenly made the young woman feel devastated and broken, even though she herself had been on the brink of doing that exact thing to the man only moments before the call came in. It didn't make sense, and Eva knew it. And as the moment Damon stopped to draw breath stretched off into forever, the photographer felt the world collapsing around her, the floor vanishing beneath her as she fell into a deep, dark pit.

"I just didn't want to seem...desperate I guess. Last night was...well...a dream come true."

And just like that Eva's mood spun around once more, and suddenly rather than falling she was flying! Damon's words made her feel as though the world had fallen away, but rather than leaving her dark and alone she was elevated, lifted above the drudge and dreariness to soar into the clouds.

For the next few seconds she wasn't really listening to Damon's words, her mind unable to focus on anything as she lowered herself down into her chair, lifting one leg up to hug it against her chest as if Damon was there in her arms again, as he had been the night before. Something about his tone made her smile nostalgically, reminding her of the gawky teen she'd known all those years ago, but in her moment of remembrance the vision of Damon shifted and grew, taking on the form of the attractive, handsome man she'd been so intimate with only hours before.

"...I'm open to the possibility of more..."

Eva's first response was to blurt out 'Yes!' as loud as she could, but even as her lips parted a shadow rolled in across her thoughts. Slowly closing her mouth she chewed on her lip for a moment, taking a moment to think. The silence stretching for a brief pause into a second's gap and before long Eva realised that it was beginning to get slightly uncomfortable as she listened to the distance crackle of the phone line, and Damon's breath washing over the receiver on the far end.

Lowering her foot to the floor Eva rubbed the bridge of her nose with her fingers as she tried to quickly organise her thoughts, knowing that her lack of reply must've been tearing Damon apart as he waited for her to talk. Finally she thought she had the words she needed, and carefully opening her mouth she finally began to talk.

"I want to see you again, Damon," she began hopefully, "but... things are complicated for me right now." If only he knew just how much of an understatement that was, Damon would probably have already packed his bags and moved on back to one of the gorgeous models she'd seen him pictured with. Even the thought of that being a possibility sent a knife through Eva's heart, but she quickly quelled the feeling.

Taking a deep breath she continued. "I'm living with Jack at the moment, and things may be difficult between us, but I owe him a lot," standing up, Eva began to pace back and forth, wondering just how much of her sordid past Damon needed to know, worried that if she told him everything she'd only end up scaring him away.

"My life with him isn't something I can just turn my back on and walk away from," she continued, her voice steady and firm, but she knew the words were more for her sake than Damon's as she explained to herself why she couldn't just pack a bag and leave town with him that second. And for a moment the thought of simply running away brought a gleeful, rebellious joy to mind.

"This is a small town, and people talk," she continued, still trying to justify the decision she knew she'd already made to herself. "We'll need to be careful if we want to be together." And with that Eva knew what she was beginning, and hoped Damon would still be interested in continuing their relationship given the dangers they'd be facing.

With a deep relieved sigh, Eva felt a weight dropping away from her shoulders. Now that the decision to start an affair had been made, it seemed such a trivial thing and her mind was already racing with the possibilities which lay ahead for them both. "So... where do you want to take it from here?"
 
After Damon said his word, effectively making his intentions known and putting himself out there, his entire body tensed up. He'd made that decision and taken his chance, and now there was nothing left to do but wait. That wait however, felt like an eternity. He was tempted to pull the phone away from his ear to see if they had been disconnected, but no, he could still hear her breathing. So she was there but she wasn't talking. Those seconds of silence caused a large number of scenarios to play through in Damon's mind, none of which were good or happy.

When Eva spoke her first words, Damon let out the breath that he wasn't aware that he'd been holding. Despite his relief, though, he did hear what came next. He still didn't know what all had happened since he'd left, but he expected that she would tell him when she was ready to. Her words did bring things to mind that he'd overlooked in his plannings earlier that day. He wanted to take her out, and not just to show her off, but to show her a good time, something it seemed like she desperately needed. If they did what he had thought about earlier, though, it greatly increased the chances of them being seen and exposed.

With all of these thoughts rolling around Damon's head, it was now his time to fill the line with silence while Eva waited for him to speak.

"I...understand Eva..." Damon started softly, his mind still reeling from the realization that had suddenly occurred to it. "Are there places you think that we could safely be together, or do you think that we are only safe if we meet in my hotel room? I want to see you, hold you, kiss you, and so much more, but I don't want you to think that that is all I want. I want you be happy and safe when you are with me...whatever that means."
 
She almost burst out laughing when Damon suggested his hotel would be a good place to meet, but Eva quickly caught herself. He hadn't been back home in years after all, and before then Damon was only a high schooler and wouldn't have heard the rumours drifting around town about the place.

For years the Batchelor who had inherited the place from his parents had been luring impressionable young girls there with the promise of good times and money, and while they often ended the night with plenty of cash tucked inside their underwear most of the girls had almost been scarred by whatever they'd had to do to earn their pay. Usually they left town soon afterwards, using their windfall to buy themselves a new life somewhere far, far away, but in at least one case the girl had soon been found dead, an apparent suicide.

Now the police kept a close eye on the hotel, watching the manager closely to keep track of his activities. So far everything he'd been doing was within the law though, and their hands were tied unless they could catch him in the middle of something they could prove was stepping over the line he very carefully danced on the edge of.

For Eva this meant that there was usually at least one patrol car in the area every night, and since a couple of the local deputies were hunting buddies with Jack she couldn't risk being seen anywhere near the place in case rumours found their way to his ears. "That's probably not the best idea," she told Damon with a heavy sigh. "Pretty much anywhere in town would be a bad idea, to be honest."

Standing up, Eva walked over to the large map she had pinned to the wall. Normally she used it to plan business meetings and excursions around the valley, mapping out travel routes and making sure she knew where clients wanted her before taking assignments, but now she was looking at it in a different light. "If we wanted privacy nearby, we could head up to one of the old hunting cabins in the woods. It's unlikely anyone would run into us up there, especially now the local game is dwindling in that area."

She already knew several of the cabins quite well. Some had been favourites of Jack's in years gone by, until he and his friends had run the animals off the land by over hunting them. Eva had been taken up there on several occasions to help Jack entertain his friends, cooking their food, passing out the beers and... doing other things to keep the men happy. At the time she'd hated the lonely, isolated shacks, but now the very nature of their isolation made them perfect for the two of them.

"Of course, if you wanted to treat me properly," she continued, her tone lifting as she began to joke around a little, surprised at how easily her spirits were raised just by talking to Damon over the phone, "You could always take me into the city for a night out. It'd probably mean a train ride to get there, or a couple of hours driving if you thought you could put up with me for that long, but there's plenty of clubs, bars and nightlife to keep me on your good side once we got there. And some better quality hotels too."

As the last few words slipped out of her mouth Eva's voice took on a seductive purr. Now that she'd already admitted what they were planning there was no need to beat around the bush. Not that she had a bush to beat around; Jack much preferred she kept herself clean-shaven for him.
 
Damon listened to Eva's ideas, and while he wasn't surprised to hear that neither his hotel, nor the majority of their small town was particularly safe for their intended activity, it did naturally raise questions.

"While I admit that the thought of you naked on a bearskin rug before a raging fire does sound...exhilarating..." Damon started, a smile coming to his lips once more as he felt his cock stir at the thought he'd laid out. "It does make me wonder if we would have time for such a thing. "Two hours there and two hours back doesn't leave us as much "fun" time as I would prefer. "

Damon took a slow breath before he continued talking, knowing that taking this conversation any farther would mean going past a proverbial point of no return. "If we are to do this...properly I mean...is there a way you could get away from your...obligations...for two or three days? I meant what I said before about wanting this to be about more than just the sex. I want to be able to take you out, show you off, show you a good time, y'know? Do you think something like that is possible without...you know...raising suspicions?"
 
Chewing her lip indecisively Eva moved over to her workbench and pulled out her schedule. She had a couple of small jobs over the next few days which she really needed to keep the lights on and water flowing in the studio, it wasn't like Jack would help pay for the bills after all, but flicking through the pages the photographer saw a long period without anything booked.

"I have a few days free over the weekend," she told Damon over the crackling phone line, "If someone were to book me for a large photoshoot out of the area, someone like a famous musician come back home to work on his next album perhaps, I'd have to accept the opportunity."

Turning away from her desk, Eva rested her pert backside against the bench as she hugged her arms around herself, enjoying the body heat as she closed her eyes and imagined Damon was right there with her. "The client would have to cover all my expenses though, putting me up in a nice hotel and covering the room service for all the meals I'd have to eat there, since I'd be so busy I'd barely have time to leave my room..."

Letting her voice trail off Eva left Damon to imagine just how busy he could get her in a fancy hotel room, as well as the possibilities room service could provide them with to help with their busy-ness. The image of her high school hero laid back wearing nothing but whipped cream sprung to mind and Eva quickly had to cover her mouth with her hand to stifle an immature giggling fit.
 
"Hmm" Damon started in a clearly sarcastic tone of voice after he heard Eva explain when her opening was and what might be necessary to secure the time for himself. "Services plus hotel and room service you say? That's a pretty steep price. Do you think the services to be rendered will be worth such a price?"

Damon paused there, giving Eva time to respond before another thought occurred to him. "Even if I schedule for that time frame that still leaves me out of luck for the work I need done today. I normally try to give advance notice, but do you think if I pay a bit extra, I can arrange for an impromptu photo session this afternoon?"

It was hard for Damon to not enjoy the playful yet somehow serious dialogue they were engaged in. Despite the light way in which they were joking about the situation, though, he was definitely not taking it lightly, especially the risks she was taking and consequences of being caught. More than anything else, though, he really wanted to see and hold her again, and he would definitely prefer it to be sooner rather than later if it could be arranged.
 
Bending back over her desk Eva noisily flicked through her calender, making sure the sound was picked up by the receiver as she hummed and ha'd down the line indecisively. "Well, I don't know Mr Grant. I'm awfully busy for the next couple of days," she said in a mocking tone which reminded Damon of some of the most officious secretaries and personal assistants he'd had to deal with while meeting with record executives.

"I'll be tied up in the dark room most of the afternoon, but if you'd like a tour of my facilities perhaps I could fit you in," Eva managed to keep a straight face as she spoke, but with each double entendre her tone wavered slightly, threatening to send her into another giggling fit.

Her studio was far enough out of town so that anyone needing to visit her would have to make a special trip, but at the same time she was close enough to the main business hub that it only took a couple of minutes to reach her. For a business such as hers it was perfect, with the rates lowered by the unfavourable location for most traffic heavy professions and the privacy afforded by the isolated locale conducive for long periods of precision work.

The darkroom had been a homemade addition to the converted barn when she'd first opened up shop, but over the years she'd invested heavily in upgrading it with gas extractors, airlock doors and thermally insulated padding. Now when she was in there Eva was completely cut off from the rest of the world, the harsh red light splitting everything into monochrome seeming to make all her problems far simpler and easier to deal with than anywhere else she knew.

No one else was allowed in there, other than her, and it took Eva a moment to realise just how casually she'd invited someone she hadn't seen for years into her most sacred of places. After a second's thought Eva almost burst out laughing at the idea, after all she'd already invited Damon into her 'most sacred of places' after only a few drinks, and in a dirty back alley to boot. Letting him into her darkroom now was nothing more than icing on the already well stuffed cake.
 
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It was impossible for Damon to stifle the slightest bit of a chuckle when he heard the sound of Eva flipping through what he assumed was her calendar to find an opening for him. He enjoyed this playful side of her that he was seeing, despite the serious topic of their conversation. That playful nature of hers only seemed to be accentuated when she referred to by his last name and the title that preceded it. She sounded very much like the types of assistants and secretaries that he was used to dealing with in his line of work.

"That sounds perfect Miss Morven." Damon started, barely managing to stifle another chuckle as he referred to her in the same manner that she'd referred to him. "Would you like to give me the address, or would you prefer to meet up somewhere nearby and lead me to it?" Until that moment Damon had briefly forgotten that his rental car was still where he left it last night, but he'd managed to remember it just in time.
 
It took Eva a few seconds to make a decision on the choice Damon posed for her. On the one hand meeting up with him would mean she'd get to see Damon again a little sooner, if only by a few minutes, and her first reaction was to jump at the opportunity. A moment later though reality began to creep back in, and Eva realised that being seen anywhere locally with her lover could cause more problems than it was worth in the long run.

"I think it would be better for you to come here," she said, her tone suddenly darker and more serious than it had been a moment before, as the weight of what they were doing sunk home once more. "My studio isn't hard to find, it's only about ten minutes out on a straight road from Danny's."

In a moment of inspiration Eva smiled again as she pondered a golden opportunity. "Speaking of Danny's, any chance you could drop in there on your way over and pick up some refreshments for us both? If you tell him they're for me he can put them on my tab for you, as well as giving you some choice cuts."

Dropping in would also give Damon the opportunity to get better directions than Eva could give over the phone. Although many of her customers had complimented the photographer on her ability to visualise and capture scenery wonderfully, she'd be the first to admit that trying to explain where things were to one another wasn't Eva's strong suit.

Along with that she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and it was already well passed lunch. By the time Damon got to her it would be late afternoon leading into early evening, and Eva could already feel her stomach beginning to complain about the lack of fresh food.
 
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Even though Damon was naturally hoping that Eva would meet up with him at the bar, he couldn't help but understand why she didn't want to be seen with him in town.

Only after Damon agreed to pick up some "refreshments" did he finally hang up with Eva. There was naturally no small amount of reluctance coming along with the act, but it was something that naturally had to be done.

Once Damon hung up with Eva, he quickly brought up the "Uber" app on his phone and ordered up a ride to bring him back to where his rental car waited for him. He spent the wait time packing up the few things that he wanted to take with him in his smaller travel bag. It wasn't much, just a change of clothes, in case it was necessary, his lap top, and his charge cord.

When Damon's ride showed up, he went out to meet it, got in, said hello to the driver, and sat mostly silent during the fairly short ride. He thanked the man when they got to his destination, exited the car, and headed into the bar once more.

As he walked up to the bar, and the large man standing behind it, Damon tried to think of what he wanted to say.

"Uh...hi...Danny right?" Damon asked, reluctantly as the man saw him. "I'm heading to Eva's place. She said it was ten minutes down the road, and I was wondering if you could give me more specific directions."

The large man studied Damon for what felt like forever before he finally spoke. "Yeah, I know the place. Is there anything else you need?"

"Uh...yeah. She asked me to bring some...refreshments I think she said. I'm not entirely sure what she means, but I'm hoping you do. She said to put it on her tab, but I can pay for it if you need."

"Nah, Eva's good for it." Danny said before turning back towards Dwight behind him. He heard the man call out an order, nothing too special, just a couple of bacon cheeseburgers and two orders of fries. After that he turned his attention to help another couple of customers while Damon waited for his burgers to be ready. When they were ready, another thing that felt like an awkward eternity for Damon in that moment, Danny packed up the food, put a six pack of beer in a bag, two large bottles of cola, and then put the food on top. He brought the bag over to Damon and set it on the counter before leaning over it. He gave Damon the directions he needed to find Eva, and told him that maybe they should take it a bit slower on the alcohol this time. It didn't take a genius to know what the "hidden" meaning behind the man's words, and Damon just nodded and said that he understood.

The drive to Eva's place was about as long as Eva said. It took him a bit longer to get to her, given the traffic he had to fight, but when it was all said and done, he was knocking on her door with the bag of refreshments in one hand, and his travel bag slung over his shoulder. He'd never been more nervous in his entire life, and for a performer like him, that was saying something!
 
After Damon's phone call Eva tried to get back to work, scanning over the pictures she'd taken the night before the find the perfect ones for the town newspaper articles, but she just couldn't seem to focus. Every few seconds she'd catch herself glancing up at the clock on the wall, which seemed to have slowed down considerably from its usual brisk pace when she was hard at work. Now the seconds stretched into minutes, and the minutes into hours.

Before long she pushed herself away from her work desk and leapt up out of her chair. Pacing back and forth like a wild cat in a cage the young woman began to run through everything that was happening, to straighten it out in her head so she could regain her composure. She couldn't believe that some guy she'd known years ago was having this much of an effect on her life after being back in her life less than a day.

She was still pacing when the sound of a car pulling up outside finally broke through her reverie, and quickly darting over to the changing area that was sometimes used by her models Eva quickly gave herself a once over. Grunting she realised how much of a mess she looked, with her hair hanging limply around her head, her t-shirt too loose around her chest and her jeans too tight around her waist. To put it simply, she was a mess, but just as she started to think about what she could do to improve the state she was in Eva heard a knock at the door and her heart skipped a beat.

Quickly grabbing a scrunchy from a nearby pile of clothes left over from a recent shoot, Eva wrapped it up in her hair, capturing as much of the tangled mess as she could behind her head while moving over towards the door. Standing in front of it, the Native American beauty tucked her t-shirt roughly into her pants, stretching the cotton over her abundant charms as she did.

Finally the photographer reached and gripped the handle tightly. For a second she hesitated. Last night she'd been drunk, not fully in control of herself, but now in the sober light of day she was about to willing choose to step over a line she'd drawn with her fiancé, a tacit agreement they'd solemnly made together and had lived with for years.

Thinking back over her life with Jack, Eva contemplated what she was putting at risk by doping what she was about to do, and as she assessed her life with the man she'd agreed to marry over the torrid, sordid, animalistic experience she'd had the night before Eva's mind came to a solid resolution. Fuck that dickless worm, she thought with a joyous smile, pulling open the door to greet Damon.

Afterwards she didn't know why she did what she did, but facing the gorgeous, loving man standing before her Eva felt her arm snap up, grasping him shirt in the centre of his chest and yanking him forwards with his arms swinging behind him. As soon as he was inside Eva slammed the door shut and pushed Damon back against it with both hands before lunging forwards, her body pressing hard against him as her mouth hungrily found his.
 
As Damon had been walking up to the door, he had been telling himself that he wanted to take things slower with EVa this time, both in the alcohol they were drinking, and everything else that might happen between them. All of those thoughts went out the window, though. He was anything but prepared for Eva to open the door and so suddenly pull him forward. His arms drifted behind him with the force with which she pulled him forward with her grip on his shirt, a strength that belied her slight frame.

Even after she had him inside the door, though, Eva had more surprises for him. Damon was helpless to stop her from shoving him back against the door. By the time he registered what exactly had happened, her breasts were crushed against his chest, and her mouth was latched onto his. She kissed him with a need that was clear and obvious, and despite his intentions when he'd walked up to the door, Damon didn't even think twice before dropping the bag of refreshments to the floor and shrugging his travel bag off his shoulder. His hands dropped immediately to her hips, but almost before he knew what he was doing, they had shoved her shirt out of her pants so that they could dip under the hem of it and slide up the full length of her bare back. He then held her firmly against him as he tilted their heads to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth to try and let his tongue flick against her lips.
 
Squirming in Damon's arms, Eva let her body rub against his. The feel of his hands running up her spine under her top with nothing in their way made her shiver with delight. As she thought back to her decision to call and tell him she didn't want to complicate her life seemed insane to her now.

Pulling her mouth away from his Eva kissed her way down the side of the musician's neck as her hands unbuttoend his shirt. Pulling the fabric aside her lips continued down, her tongue darting out to lick the drops of sweat from Damon's collarbone before her teeth nipped playfully at his nipple. At the same time her hands worked their way down, tugging Damon's shirt out from his pants and carefully unfastening it all the way down, before moving on to his belt and pants.

By the time she was on her knees in front of his, the only thing between Eva and Damon's crotch was his underwear, and as she looked up at him with a playful grin on her face, the native beauty licked her lips and curled her fingers into their waistband. With one quick tug she pulled the undergarment down Damon's thighs, quickly lunging her head forwards as she did to catch his cockhead in the air as it sprung forwards to meet her.
 
Damon groaned into the fiery kiss that he was sharing with Eva as he felt her squirm beneath his fingers on her bare back. That kiss felt even better than the one the two of them had shared yesterday, because now there could be no doubt about the desires they shared. They weren't drunk this time, and that knowledge made this experience mean that much more to him.

A soft cry of dismay slipped from Damon's lips when Eva broke the kiss, but it quickly turned into a soft hiss when he felt her kisses trail down his neck. He turned his head to the side to give her more access to that tender skin, but she clearly didn't need the extra encouragement.

Eva multi-tasked like a pro, her nimble fingers unbuttoning Damon's shirt as her lips worked their magic on his neck. No sooner did the last button get undone, though, than her lips dipped down to his freshly bared nipple. He barely had time to lift his hand with the intent to fist it in her hair as she nipped at his nipple with her teeth before she was moving on once more. By the time his hand lifted to his chest where her hair had once been, his shirt had been pulled out of his pants, his belt undone, his pants unbuttoned and unzipped. Damon's dark brown eyes were almost black with his lust as he lowered them to look at her. His pants were at his ankles while she looked up at him with a playful grin, and before he could even think about what to do or say, her thumbs had hooked into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. Even then she wasn't done, though, and as his cock jumped out to meet her, long since hard from her ministrations, her mouth was darting forward to catch it.

The feel of Eva's mouth on his cock pulled a sharp gasp from Damon. His brain was muddled with his lust and desire, making it that much harder for him to even try and think of what he should say or do. I mean hell, what do you say or do when a woman you've thought about for the better part of your life is suddenly on her knees before you with your cock in her mouth? His bottom lip quivered as he opened his mouth and moved his hand to stroke it's way through her hair.

"P-please Eva..." Damon started as he felt his fingers twitch in her hair from her oral ministrations on his achingly hard cock. "Please don't stop."
 
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Reaching up with one hand, Eva took hold of Damon's shaft, holding it steady as she slowly let her tongue lick over his swelling head. Her other hand worked its way between his legs, carefully cupping her lover's balls in her palm as she gently squeezed them between her fingers. Looking up into Damon's eyes, EVa let the tip of him slip between her lips, taking it fully into her mouth as she let the warm saliva welcome it inside.

For a couple of seconds she just let him feel the sensation of her warm wetness before finally moving her tongue up around the tip, massaging Damon's cockhead as she began to massage the length of him with her hand. Slowly at first, but gradually building up momentum, Eva pumped the cock as she licked and sucked the head, giving Damon as much pleasure as she could as she primed him for what she had planned next.
 
Damon was speechless as he looked down at Eva on her knees before him. His hand stroked through her hair as best it could as he felt her tongue licking over the swollen and sensitive tip of his cock. He knew that one of her hands was holding his cock steady while she teased him with her tongue, but it was impossible for him to not be aware of her other hand. He still had a couple days worth of stubble on his balls, because he hadn't tended to that part of himself since he'd left. Despite that tiny bit of resistance, though, his knees literally quaked as he gasped at the feel of her fingers squeezing and massaging his super-sensitive balls. His hand fisted out of pure reflex in her hair, and he still had to fight the urge to pull her head onto his cock.

Damon's patience was ultimately rewarded, and as he felt her hand steadily stroking the shaft of his cock, he felt and saw her take the swollen head into her mouth. That sight alone almost made him cum, especially when he saw the way she was looking up at him with her light brown eyes. This was the exact opposite of how he normally did things with a woman, not to mention that things never progressed this quickly, but goddamn did it feel good! It was taking every bit of his willpower not to pull her off of his cock and take her as he'd taken her the night before!
 
Leaning back Eva looked over her handiwork with pride. Damon's prick was now straining hard, the pressure of his blood making it as stiff as it could possibly be. She gave the shaft a few more playful tugs, licking the drips of precum which leaked from the tip as she did, before releasing the cock from her grip.

Standing up with exaggerated grace, the native beauty spun herself on her heel so her back was to her lover, pulling away from his arms as she did. "I hope you liked that," she said with a playful purr in her voice, her hands reaching down to stroke her curvaceous backside, "because now I want you to return the favour."

Moving over to the worktop, Eva unfastened her jeans and slowly slid them down her legs as she bent over the desk, lifting her buttocks high enough to give Damon a perfect view of her glistening cunt as it nestled between her thighs. She hadn't shaved for a few days, but her lips were still smooth enough to give him an unobstructed view of her, especially when the photographer reached back with both hands, spreading her buttocks in a way which left everything on display for him.
 
Damon let out a low groan of dismay when Eva pulled her lips off the tip of his cock. His hand was still in her hair as she gave his achingly hard cock a few more playful tugs as well as one final lick of the sensitive tip that made him gasp.

Despite everything in his body telling him to pull Eva's mouth back onto his cock, Damon managed to resist that urge. His hand in her hair slid slowly down her form as she gracefully rose to her feet. His fingers twitched against her body as he watched her spin on her heels and run her hands down her perfectly beautiful womanly curves and ass. He heard her words but was powerless to even move as he watched her step seductively over to the worktop, unfasten them, and slowly push them down her legs as she bent over the desk. He saw her lift up on her heels, lifting her ass in the process, giving him his first glance at the heaven that he'd buried his cock into the night before. His view of her glistening sex only got better when she reached back and spread her cheeks for him.

Damon didn't need any more encouragement than that, and before his brain even registered what was happening, his body was already stepping away from the door towards the native beauty displaying herself before him. Despite her words, though, he didn't immediately drop to his knees before her. He let the tip of his cock slide up the full length of her wet and glistening sex as he moved a hand to slide up her spine under her shirt once more. He took another step closer then, and pressed his upright cock against her ass as he leaned down over her, pushing her shirt up her back so that he could kiss her back. "I was hoping you'd ask..." Damon said in a soft and seductive tone before kissing a fiery trail down the full length of her spine. Only when he reached the base of her spine did he dip to one side as he slowly lowered himself to his knees behind her, kissing his way down one of her spread cheeks

Damon's hands weren't idle, and slowly moved down to grasp Eva's hips as his tongue flicked against the underside of her buttock right where it meets the thigh. He slid along the full length of her cheek before dipping between her spread buttocks. He knew what she wanted, and couldn't help but tease her just a bit. He got so very close to her glistening clit before lifting his tongue once more, this time sliding up the full length of the sensitive bit of flesh before her thigh and exposed pussy. Only when he reached the top of her pussy did he finally dip across her opening to the other side, teasing her one final time with a lick down the other side. When he dipped towards her pussy that final time, he didn't hesitate for a second before letting his tongue flick over her clit. He then slid his tongue up the full length of her slit, lingering briefly to circle the opening he'd so thoroughly fucked last night before forcefully burying his face in her pussy. He could't have cared less about the juices that covered and soaked his face as his hands held her hips firm. His tongue slowly circled her clit, making sure to slowly drag against it from every side and angle as he reveled in what he was doing and her reactions to it.
 
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Leaning over the desk Eva couldn't help but feel incredibly self-conscious, after all here she was literally flashing a guy who'd only been back in her life a day, leaving herself completely exposed to him in a way which must seem totally insane. Her hands began to flex, fingers tempted to pull away so that Eva could spin around and make some inane comment, laughing off the whole situation as some big joke.

Then she felt it, Damon's rigid cock sliding between her thighs, brushing against her naked cunt as she felt her juices smearing over it. Eva shivered, the delight of the sensation causing her body to react even without her thinking, something which in that moment she wasn't even sure she was capable of doing. She bit down on her lip, smothering the soft, helpless sound rising up from inside her as she lay herself bare in front of her lover.

"I was hoping you'd ask..."

Eva almost giggled gleefully as she heard Damon's quip, but as he slipped his hand up her back, the photographer felt her spine arching, rubbing itself against his fingers as they traced their way along it. The same motion caused her ass to rub against the urgent stiffness pressed against it, but Eva knew better than to try and press the matter now. Instead her fingers curled, massaging her buttcheeks as she let Damon kiss his way down her back.

The way he kissed her, so gentle and loving, surprised Eva in such a good way. Jack's treatment was always rough, brutal and straight to the point, and Eva couldn't even remember whether he'd ever even thought to treat her with the level of dedicated affection Damon was now treating her to. It felt like his lips were exploring every inch of her, taking the time to stoke her fires before moving on to the final course. And it was certainly working.

By the time his mouth reached her pussy Eva could feel her clit throbbing angrily, in urgent need of immediate attention. At first the photographer thought Damon would deliver, but he wasn't done yet. Moving his mouth over the full length of her, the singer teased and tantalised her labia with his lips and tongue. Eva heard the soft moans she was making grow louder, her breath coming faster as her hips moved, pushing desperately back against Damon's face, even as he pulled himself away, not quite ready to deliver the coup de grâce.

When he finally pressed himself fully against her, his tongue licking slowly over her clit, Eva couldn't help but let out a deep, satisfied moan of pure delight. Even after all these years apart, and despite never having been this intimate with him before, Damon knew exactly how to treat her, and Eva's body responded immediately. Her hips bounced spasmodically, out of her control as they ground themselves back against Damon's tender ministrations. She could feel her juices dribbling down her thighs and grinned to herself as she pictured the mess her handsome lover's face must be. She couldn't wait to lick him clean, tasting herself on his lips, but he wasn't done yet.

Panting and moaning uncontrollably, Eva's hands clawed at her ass, her nails leaving bright livid marks in the tanned flesh as she pushed herself back against Damon. The quiet promise she'd made to herself not to move was becoming more and more difficult with each passing second, but the pleasure she was receiving for her patience was more than reward enough.
 
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Damon didn't even have to be able to see Eva to know the effect his slow and teasing ministrations were having on the prone and exposed woman before him. He was enjoying every bit of it, and had absolutely no intention of stopping. Quite the opposite rather, when he heard and felt her breathing getting faster as it came out in a raspy series of pants and moans, he shifted gears immediately.

Damon's hands pulled Eva's hips hard towards his face as he pushed himself that much more against her soaked sex. The scent of her arousal was enough to leave him light-headed, but that didn't stop his tongue from savagely flicking her clit again and again. In the condition that she was in, he had no doubt that she would cum soon, and he had no intention of stopping before that happened, no matter what condition his face ended up in by that time.
 
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