<strong>NAME:</strong>Damian Clarke<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Blue jeans with mustard fade, white soviet shoes and a red quicksilver t-shirt<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Late Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Henderson's Farm - Barn Dance Floor<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>A tender kiss<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>What ever is in the background<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gwynn<strong>Mentioning</strong>Jeremiah and Miriam<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/00/9c/99/009c992d3ac17eb1c99d141003d8fe3c.jpg)</div>Damian loved the feeling of Gwynn pushing her back up against his chest, the closeness of their bodies and the meditative swaying to the music, although he had to admit, he was a little ncomfortable with the tightness of his jeans. It wasn't because of a swelling within them but rather because of the pure amount he had in them. It was actually amazing how much could be fitted in a simple set of jeans when one looked at it. Damian had 2 beers in the front pockets with a cigar sized blunt as well as 2 fruity vodka premix bottles in his back pockets, no wonder his pants seemed to be crushing his body.<br/><br/>His eyes glanced over at Miriam and Jeremiah letting out a little laugh as they did their usual noir movie quotes, things that often flew well over his head but Damian couldn't deny how cute it was. They were really the perfect couple, the couple most people aspired to be like. Although Damian did feel sorry for them, they had a stressful couple weeks ahead as they discussed their different futures and what they were going to do, something Damian did not envy at all but wouldn't wish on any couple.<br/><br/>Now was not the time to think about things like that though, now was the time to forget about the future, just for now, and live in the present, live with these amazing friends and this stunning blonde beauty. Damian picked up on the uncertain look in her eyes when he showed the cigar, he knew she had never really done weed often, probably only once or twice.<strong>''Don't worry, I won't take advantage. I will be on my best behavior, unless you want otherwise.''</strong>Damian said with a mischievous grin on his lips, his eyes locked on hers looking deep into her eyes.<br/><br/>As she spun in his arms, his hands slipped around her body, resting gently on her lower back, pulling her body closer to his once more, pressing against him firmly, his eyes not moving off hers, looking into them as if she was the only woman in the room. As she asked for a kiss, Damian's heart skipped a beat, they had kissed many times before but every time he was going to kiss her, he got breathless, his heart rate picking up.<strong>How could I ever say no to that perfect dimpled smile and stunning green eyes.''</strong>he said softly, his one hand moving up from her back, gently running it over her cheeks, moving strands of hair from her face, his eyes showing the desire inside them. Slowly he leaned his head in, his lips gently pressing against hers, softly at first, his head turning at a slight angle, eyes closing as his tongue ever so gently runs over her bottom lip, just to tease her. He could taste her sweet lips gloss in the kiss, the perfect moment in his mind.<br/><br/>