In all the years Damon and Corina had been together, she had never seen him react to a situation so adorably. Maybe he was getting a little smarter. She pushed her bottom lip out into a pout at his feeble attempt at reenacting one of their fights and she took her hand back. He knew that he messed up and she was proud of him for knowing at least that much. Corina stepped up on her toes and planted a kiss on Damon’s lips as a sign of her thanks and affection.
”Damon, it’s okay. You did really well and there were a few flaws in my own planning. What you did was enough and it may actually work to my benefit, now that I think about it.” And think she did. The little boy had seen both Corina and Damon and the older one had probably gotten both of their scents down enough to at least recognize them. It was usually a disadvantage but Corina could think of quite a few ways to turn the odds in her favor. Before they could make any more moves she would have to do more research. She should probably feed, too, for a little extra strength. Damon could probably use a bite as well. They would use the rest of the night to dine.
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After they about a meal and three snacks a piece, Corina and Damon began back to the apartment she had bought for their stay in Manchester. The time had passed quickly and it was now just after dawn when Corina stepped into their temporary home wordlessly. Like Damon, she was not happy with certain parts of her attire and was relieved to have a chance to take them off. She let her adorable henchman do what he wanted while she changed into something more comfortable; Aerie panties and a button up she bought Damon a while ago. The vampyress sneered at the bra she had thrown on the bed. If there was one thing she hated about clothes, it was bras. A funny and familiar thought came to mind and she was forced to chuckle. She could remember the handful of times Damon had asked her what it was or assumed it was some kind of strange contraption.
Corina took a seat in the middle of the bed and sighed. She would have a long day of preparation ahead of her, mostly for Damon. Teaching Damon was a very tedious and annoying task and half of the time completely useless. With months’ work of sessions with Damon she was able to control him for the most part at the carnival. The masquerade would be even harder for Damon and Corina was in doubt that he could do it. A slip up like the one at the carnival would be inexcusable if it happened at the masquerade. She twisted her fingers through platinum hair and stared straight ahead at her reflection in the mirror across from her. What if he messed up? What if- and this was barely possible- she messed up? Would there be a line of those mutts ready to take them down or would Damon and Corina be able to escape? Corina loved caution but at the moment the only way for her to achieve her goal was to take risks. Beside the fact, risks were fun… if you got out alive.
”Damon, come here.” She slid up into the enormous stack of pillows at the head of the bed to give him more room. Corina was not looking forward to trying to see how well he was learning but it had to be done. Since they had met, Damon had learned a lot and she was proud of both him and herself for that much. ”Ready to tell me some rules?” She pulled a pad of paper and a pen off the bedside table and placed it on the bed in front of her. He knew what it meant. For every rule or reason Damon got wrong, she would put a mark on the paper. For every mark on the paper, Damon would get some kind of punishment. ”Please do your best, love. I’m not in a good mood.”
