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It was late one evening and Bella found herself walking through the Salvatore boarding house. It was very dark and the moonlight streaming through the windows offered very little light. She slowly walked into the parlor and came upon a table with a lamp. She hastily turned it on as she called out to Damon. When she didn’t hear any sort of reply, she approached the staircase and made her way upstairs. She walked down the hallway a bit and saw light coming from Damon’s room, his door slightly ajar. She headed towards it, calling out softly, “Damon? Are you home? Damon?” There was really no need to yell as he could hear her easily with his vampire hearing. She was starting to get a bit agitated and worried by the silence and the stillness of the night. It was so unlike Damon not to greet her at the door, or at the very least acknowledge her presence. She caught a flicker of movement in his room and briskly walked to it. Once she got to the door, she stopped short. She inhaled a sharp breath and almost stopped breathing. Her hand flew to her mouth and her heart stuttered.
The sight before her was of one very naked Damon Salvatore. She smiled briefly, taking in his form for a moment before quietly taking a couple steps back. She then noticed the steam coming from his bathroom and realized he had just gotten out the shower. Unable to help herself, she stepped back up to the door and admired him as he used a towel to dry himself.
She enjoyed watching his movements, the way his muscles flexed as he sensually wiped the water off his body. He was drying his hair when he turned around and she got a full frontal view that would put many men to shame. She could feel herself blush as she let her eyes trail down his body and back up again. Her eyes lingered a bit longer than necessary on one particular body part and she sighed appreciatively. She started to take a step back when Damon stopped his movements and looked at her. He smirked and asked her teasingly, “Like what you see, Belle?”
She could feel her cheeks burn as she blushed from the embarrassment at being caught. Her heart started pounding and she very nearly lost her ability breath as she tried to reply, the only sound coming out of her mouth was a nervous whimper…
Bella awoke with a start, gasping for air. She looked at her surroundings and realized that she was in the passenger seat of Damon’s Camaro. The world was whizzing by and the sun was shining brightly. She squinted her eyes as she adjusted to the light and turned to look at Damon, and saw that he was smirking at her, “Did you have a nice dream?” His tone was smug, flirty and above all, knowing.
She blushed, sucking in a breath as she remembered that vampires can manipulate dreams. With that thought in mind, she looked to her wrist and became rather nervous when she realized her charm bracelet was not on her wrist. Suddenly, it was being dangled in front of her face, as Damon asked in a sing-song voice, “Looking for this?”
She scoffed, snatching the bracelet from him and put it on. She then hissed out, “You’re such an ass!”
He chuckled, “I’m not the one that was sneaking a peek…”
She threw him a disapproving glare before resting the back of her head against the seat and sighed. She closed her eyes as the images from her dream played in her mind. She had never seen a naked man before; but that fact didn’t stop her from thinking that what she saw was a glorious sight. Her lips twitched as she tried not to smile.
Damon watched her out of the corner of his eye and with an amused expression on his face he asked, “Did you like the view, Belle?” He turned his head towards her and enjoyed seeing her cheeks bloom a rosy shade of red. “Hmm,” he said teasingly, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Bella rolled her eyes and gazed out the window, watching the world go by as they made their way towards Forks. A comfortable silence fell between the two of them; it wasn’t long before the silence was somewhat broken as Damon reached over and grasped her hand, bringing it up to his lips to place a kiss on her knuckles. Her eyes followed the movement and she smiled. The charming side of him always made it very difficult to stay annoyed with him. He winked at her as he brought their interlaced hands together on her thigh. He’ll be the death of me, she thought.
A couple hours later they found themselves in Port Angeles, the biggest town near Forks. Bella had wanted to stop to pick up a few things before heading home, and Damon wanted to get a ‘bite’ to eat. She had offered herself to Damon, but he blatantly refused, asking her, ‘What did you feel when we were drinking each other’s blood?”
She had blushed and closed her eyes, remembering the strings that seemed to pull her towards him, as well as the desire that filled her. The feelings were powerful, strong, intoxicating, and intimate. When she explained what her feelings were, he had inhaled a breath and licked his lips as though he was remembering his own feelings. His eyes had met hers and told her that blood sharing was indeed intimate; that it was like sex.
The very thought of it made Bella’s stomach clench in both lust and nervousness. He had given her a wan smile and told her that he thought there was more to it than just the act itself, that he too felt the imaginary strings pulling him to her. He wasn’t exactly sure what, but he would look into it. He also told her that he would never use her as a blood bag, but blood sharing is something he wanted to do again, with her. He had stressed the fact that he was a vampire after all, and sharing blood with someone can be just as erotic as any sexual act. He softly told her, “It’s a very personal thing, Belle and I don’t want to share that with anyone else but you. Now that we are together, your blood is mine and no one else’s. I know your feminist views will find the idea rather archaistic, but that’s the way it is.” His lips had twitched up into a small smile as he looked at her. “Of course that means my blood is yours as well.”
Bella came out of her thoughts just as the car came to stop. They were parked along a sidewalk. She opened the door and carefully stepped out. They soon found themselves walking along the main strip of the town. He had his arm casually slung over her shoulders and hers was wrapped around his waist. They walked past a jewelry store and something on display in the store’s window had caught her eye. She stopped abruptly and turned around, with Damon following her movements. She pointed to a heart shaped charm that was a deep blue stone, accentuated with diamond chips. It was surrounded by gold filigree and she thought that it was absolutely stunning. She turned to him and asked, “Is that Lapis Lazuli?”
He shrugged, smirking as his hand grazed down her back and found its way down to her ass. He slipped it into her back pocket. She arched her eyebrow at him in question and his smirk the got even wider. Her body tingled with the touch; if she were to be honest with herself, she would say that her body was overflowing with electricity. It was a feeling she liked. It made her feel alive, it made her feel even more connected with him.
During the long car ride, she noted that he had not been shy with his affections. He would rub her thigh, run his finger along her cheek, or if they were holding hands, he’d lazily run his thumb against her hand. All innocent touches, but each one made her body hum with a delicious tingle, making her desire for him increase even more. Even though the touches were seemingly innocent, she knew that there was absolutely no innocence in Damon. She suspected that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Coming out of her reverie, she blushed as she realized that he still had his hand in her pocket. She shot him a pointed look, but decided to not make an issue of it. She rather liked having his hand on her ass. “Well?” she prompted, “Is it Lapis Lazuli?”
His gaze had been fixed on hers, his eyes conveying a sense of happiness, caring and a touch of lust. It was not something Bella had seen in them before; it had made her smile as she returned the gaze. He gently squeezed her ass cheek, enjoying the blush that bloomed on her cheeks once again. His lips upturned into a cocky smile as he replied, “Yes, it is…You like it?” he tilted his head and looked at her.
“I do…” she said quietly, “but it’s probably expensive and there is no way I can afford it.” She shrugged, glancing at the charm one last time before she turned to walk off. She smiled coyly as she slipped her own hand into his back pocket and gave him a light squeeze. His head snapped to her, with an expression of both surprise and mirth. “I never knew you’d be one to cop a feel, Belle.” He said with a smirk, “But I have to say I like it!” He chuckled before he placed a kiss on her temple. Bella’s smile had broadened in response, and was just about to say something when he leant down to her ear and whispered, “Feel free to cop a feel anywhere you want! There’s one place I wouldn’t mind–”
He was cut off as Bella playfully bopped him on the arm, “Oh! I bet you wouldn’t mind!” She giggled, muttering “Jackass!” under her breath. He was highly amused by that and laughed as he steered her towards a café just a block away.
They sat in a booth, jovially chatting away as they waited for their food. Bella was grateful that it was a casual atmosphere. She smiled as she thought of how similar she and Damon’s tastes were. Like her, he enjoyed the simple things in life. Fancy restaurants and ridiculous lines of poetry would never be something he’d do. What you saw is what you got; she appreciated that about him. She recalled the night Edward had rescued her from some would-be rapists and treated her to dinner at some ritzy restaurant, Bella Italia. She sneered mentally as she remembered Edward’s ‘bad boy’ act towards Lonnie and his fellow hoodlums. She recalled his overly dramatic entrance into the alleyway where they had cornered her, the tires screeching on his precious Volvo. It made her giggle at the memory. Damon had eyed her curiously, so she went on to explain what happened that night. She told him about her rescue, Edwards’s attempts to woo her, to impress her with an expensive dinner, and telling her about his mind-reading ability. He let out a derisive chuckle when Bella had recounted how Edward was always warning her about how dangerous he was. He shook his head in disbelief as she told him that Edward simply scared off the men who tried to harm her.
His eyes simmered with fury at the thought of them still being out there. Dangerous, he thought, the pathetic excuse for a vampire is scared of his own fucking shadow! He wouldn’t know dangerous if it smacked him in the face. With that thought in mind he told her, “I would have never let them live. Their next breaths would have been their last.”
She had looked him in the eye, a look of acceptance for who and what he was and said softly, “I know.” The two words spoke volumes to him. The girl in front of him loved him, accepted him and would never judge him. He had a spilt second of doubt, feelings that he didn’t deserve someone like Isabella Swan. He held those thoughts back and decided that after all this time, after more than a century and a half, that he did deserve whatever this was between him and his Belle.
After they finished their meal, Damon took care of the check and told Belle he was going to go grab a ‘bite’ of dessert. He then handed her his phone, suggesting that she call Charlie to let him know that they would be in Forks soon. She nodded in agreement as she took the phone. He walked out of the restaurant and eyed the jewelry store, where she had seen the lapis lazuli charm. He walked towards it as his thoughts drifted back to her sleep talking confession. She loved him. It was a startling revelation to him, but the more he thought on it, the more he realized the signs had always been there.
He recollected a memory he had almost forgotten. It was almost two years ago at the Founders Day celebration. A day when the whole town would commemorate the founding of the town and honor its founding families. Elena’s birth father, John Gilbert and the town council had decided to set off a device that could incapacitate a vampire so that they could capture the vampires that were living in town and dispose of them.
Damon was the basement of a burning building with the other vampires that had been caught. He had been injected with high dose of vervain and could barely move. He could remember hearing Belle’s piercing screams of “We have to save him!” and “Bonnie, how could you do this?”
He recalled her running down the steps with Stefan right behind her, and her breathy sigh of relief as she approached him. “Damon.” She had said reverently. It was then that Stefan grabbed him and they all made their way out. He remembered laying on the ground, his head in her lap as she stroked his hair. He thought back to when he opened his eyes to her tear stained face. He had reached for her hand, “Don’t cry for me princess, I’m not worth your tears.”
She had vehemently shook her head, “But you are. You are, Damon!”
He had just shrugged the notion off at the time, thinking she was just too damn compassionate for her own good. Looking back, though, he couldn’t help but wonder if she felt something for him even then.
He approached the jewelry shop and inquired the middle-aged shopkeeper about the charm in the window display. “Ah yes,” the shopkeeper said, “I saw you and the young lady admiring it earlier. I had a feeling you would be back.”
“How much is it?” Damon asked as the man placed the charm into the palm of his hand.
The shopkeeper’s tired brown eyes met his, “It is priceless, like the love you have for the girl I saw you with.” Damon could not mask the look of shock on his face. “Love?” he asked.
The man chuckled and then said, “The love was in your eyes. That girl is yours, is she not?” Realizing that he couldn’t deny that little fact, he simply nodded at the man.
“Well then, the charm is yours.”
Damon reached in his back pocket to get his wallet, but the shopkeeper shook his head no. Stilling his movements, he stood there for a minute completely dumbfounded. “Why are you giving this to me?”
The man took off his glasses and cleaned them, eyeing Damon as he did so and answered, “Because I was told that whomever came to see about this charm, would want it for the one he would spend eternity with. I cannot put a price on that.” The man then replaced his glasses and glanced at Damon’s daylight ring. “If your love is eternal, then she shall be like you someday. This,” he gestured at the charm “shall ensure her safety from the sun.”
Damon’s eyes widened in surprise, “How’d you kno–”
The man bowed his head “You do not need to ask questions that you do not need the answers to. I know many, many things. I am not your average human that roams the earth, ignorant of the supernatural around us.”
“Well, at least, tell me who you are.”
The man nodded, a slight smile on his face. “You may call me Giles.”
Damon smirked, “I’m Da—“
Giles cut him off, once again. “No need to in introduce yourself, young man. I know who you are and I know where your journey in this life has led you. Have a good day, Mr. Salvatore.”
Damon was bewildered by the whole exchange and simply said “Good day, Giles.”
He then walked out of the little jewelry shop and headed back towards the diner. His thoughts were clouded by the strange encounter with the man who called himself Giles. The charm was safely tucked into the pocket of his leather jacket and it seemed to be heavier than it really was. He had never been one to believe in destiny, fate or karma. He was one that believed you made your own fate. His thoughts tumbled inside his head as he thought over his life and the things he had seen and done. But they seemed to come to a halt as he saw Belle through the window of the diner. He stood frozen on the spot. He realized at that moment that every step he ever took, every move he ever made had led him to her, and for once in his life, and he had no regrets. He pulled the charm out of his pocket, glancing at it briefly before turning his gaze back to Belle. Maybe she is my destiny, after all, he thought.
Did he love her? He was sure that he was feeling stirrings of it, but was it like Giles had said? Was it an eternal love? His mind set forth the image of a dying Belle. She was frail, old and human. If truth were to be told, the thought made his heart clench and his lip curl up into a slight snarl. No, he could not ever let that happen. He closed his eyes and shook his head. A world without Isabella Swan would be the worst thing he could ever fathom. The question is, though, would she be willing to turn for him? Would she want an eternity with him? He took a step towards the diner when he was interrupted by some teenage girl wearing a short skirt and a low-cut top.
“Hellloooo, handsome!” she drawled. Damon smirked internally at the girl’s attempt of sounding flirty. It was obvious she couldn’t pull it off. He eyed her attire and her heavy makeup, noting that once upon a time, that this girl would have been a perfect candidate for a fuck and feed. He was hungry, so he shrugged his shoulders and turned on the charm.
“Why, hello there…” He smirked and made eye contact while he waiting for the customary batting of the eyelashes and a flirty smile. He fought the urge to roll his eyes as the girl did just that.
Once she made finally made contact with his eyes, he promptly compelled her to go with him to a nearby alleyway and not to make a sound. Once they were safely concealed within the shadows, he gently brushed her hair aside, and reminded her not to scream. Normally, this would be the part where he would flirt and seduce his victim, but today was different. He wanted to feed, plain and simple. Without much ado, he swiftly lowered his fangs and bit into the girl’s neck, drinking greedily.
As he drank, his mind played back to the ballet studio, to the moment he drank his Belle’s blood. Her blood was the sweetest and the best he had ever had; nothing could ever compare to it. This girl’s blood tasted dull, flat and boring. He supposed he could compare it to when a human ate a piece of dry toast. It wasn’t anything enjoyable, but it gave you the sustenance that one needed to survive. Once he had his fill, he looked at the girl’s pale face, her eyes widened in terror as a tear feel down her cheek. He shrugged and covered the bite mark, then gently lifted her chin to look at him.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Lauren.” She stuttered out as she begin to sob, tears falling down her face. “Wh-What are you?” Damon smirked and met her eyes, beginning his compulsion. At his intense stare, her eyes briefly squeezed shut as she inhaled a deep breath. He then firmly gripped her chin.
“Lauren. Lauren, look at me.” Once her eyes opened, He spoke slowly in a commanding voice, “You will not remember this, you came up to me, we met, and you flirted. I brushed you off. Now, go home, get cleaned up, and keep that mark covered.”
He stood in the alley, watching her as she awkwardly walked away. He licked his lips clean of any remaining traces of blood and checked his clothes. He knew the smell of blood usually bothered Belle and he didn’t want her getting sick.
He walked back to the diner and smiled as he saw her sitting at the table, drinking a latte while she waited for him. She looked up when she saw him walk through the door and her lips spread into a bright smile. He held out his hand to her, “Are you ready to go?” She nodded, placing her hand in his. He helped her out of her seat and then kissed her softly on the cheek. He wrapped his arm around her waist, guiding her out of the restaurant.
Once they had reached the Camaro and were driving off, she turned her head to him and asked, “Did you get a bite to eat?” He cocked his head to the side and smirked.
“Yep, I had some good, old-fashioned… ditzy blonde.” Bella snorted in response.
“Sounds like your favorite meal.” She chided him, “Sorority girl?”
Damon shook his head, “Don’t think so. More like high school.”
He was surprised by the giggle that escaped her lips. “What?” he asked.
“Please don’t tell me her name was Lauren or Jessica.” His eyes widened in shock, “How did you kn-”
Bella giggled even louder as she replied, “When I saw them at school for the first time, they made me think of you, they seemed like your type…to…uh…”
“Fuck and feed.” He bluntly finished for her. His eyes had turned back towards the road, so he briefly looked her way and added, “You know me too well.”
Bella shrugged and smiled. “Just like you know me all too well.” He smirked and nodded in agreement, then grabbed her hand, interlacing their fingers.
Charlie Swan stood on the front stoop, his arms crossed as the blue Camaro made its way towards the house. He had been waiting anxiously for the arrival of his daughter. Once the car was parked in the driveway, Bella had exited the car, slowly approaching him. He sighed in relief at the sight of her. Just the fact that she had safely made it home overwhelmed him with the love that only a father could have for his daughter. He opened his arms to her, and as she moved closer, he noticed a twinkle in her eye that had not been there before. He embraced her and cast a glance to the vampire leaning against the car, knowing full well it was he that caused the twinkle. Damon smirked and nodded at him, to which Charlie returned with a nod of his own.
Bella had hugged her father tightly and tearfully whispered, “I’m sorry, dad. I’m so, so sorry.”
He had just stroked her hair, telling her softly, “It is okay, kiddo. It’s okay. I am just glad you’re home safe.” He took another glance at the vampire leaning against the Camaro. Charlie had suspected that his daughter would go to him if she needed a friend. Although he had his reservations about Damon, he knew that he was a good friend to her and would do absolutely anything for her. He knew that he’d even protect her with his life, if need be. He believed that there was no greater loyalty than that.
A part of him wondered when the hell the two would realize that they were in love with the other. Sure, Damon had fancied Elena, but he never once looked at her the way he looks at Bella. If Charlie were to be truly honest with himself, he didn’t think there would be a better man or vampire out there for his little girl, his Bells. He was all heart, and what more could a father ask for? Damon was no boy scout. That he knew for sure, but Charlie himself had seen plenty of evil in this world. He’d spent most of his life as a hunter and he could very easily say that the vampire was not evil. Otherwise, he would have driven a stake through his heart a long time ago.
He invited Damon inside and eyed his daughter as the two of them sat on the couch together. He watched as Damon took her hand gently and laced their fingers together before bringing their clasped hands to rest on his leg. He saw the way his daughter looked at Damon and the way he looked at her. He hid the smidgen of glee that bubbled up in his chest with a grunt as he turned around to walk to the kitchen. He smiled as he thought to himself, it’s about God damned time!
Charlie returned to the living room shortly after, to see Damon whispering in Bella’s ear as she blushed. He had chuckled as he handed Damon a glass of Bourbon, “I know it’s the cheap stuff and not what you’re used to drinking, but you’d probably like that better than the Vitamin R I have here.” The vampire smirked, and thanked him.
An hour or so later found the three of them in the living room, chatting quietly. Bella had told her father everything she knew about the Cullens, and what happened at the Ballet Studio. Damon filled in the details that she had forgotten to mention, including the fact he had given her blood. He had then given all the information he had on Cold Ones to Charlie. Bella’s father was stunned, to say the least. He had known there was something off about the family, but he would have never expected them to be a breed of vampire. What truly upset him the most was that Edward was trying to stake some sort of claim on his daughter. Damon also voiced his suspicions about the Cullens being up to no good and that they were toying with Belle.
Charlie was furious and had stood up, his hands on his waist, staring out the window. He had stood there for a while lost in thought before he turned and faced his daughter and her boyfriend, “I want you to go to Mystic Falls, Bells. Obviously, it’s not safe for you here, and I’d feel much better if you were with Damon and Stefan while I handle the situation here.” His tone was solemn and it had caused Bella to crease her brows, a worried expression marking her features.
“Just how are you going to handle the situation, Dad?” She had needed to hear what exactly he had in mind. It wasn’t that she didn’t doubt Charlie’s abilities as a hunter, or the fact he could handle the situation. It was the fact that he may attempt to do it alone. Cold Ones are damn near impossible to kill, and the idea of her father going rogue against them set her nerves on edge.
Charlie turned to his daughter, a twinge of anger lacing his features, his jaw set in determination. He smiled ruefully as he answered her question, “Well, first thing I’m going to do is call my old friend, John.” He shrugs, “I am sure he at least knows something about the Cold Ones and maybe he’ll help me run their asses out of town.”
Her response had been to sigh with relief at the mention of John. She knew that her father’s friend was a good hunter, and would have her father’s back. She was pretty sure that he’d bring his sons with him, and that evened the numbers against the Cullens considerably. She had no doubt that whatever plan they came up with, that they would see it through to the end. More importantly, she knew they’d be successful at it. She almost felt sorry for the coven of vampires, knowing that if they didn’t comply with her father’s demands to leave town, then they’d surely die.
Her mind did a back track as she remembered that Charlie wanted her to go to Mystic Falls, and while she wished the circumstances could be better, she was rather thrilled at the thought of being able to see Damon every day. Her lips twitched into a smile.
It was something that didn’t go unnoticed by Charlie, and even though a part of him was a bit reluctant at the idea of letting his little girl go to another man, he was quite pleased that it was Damon he’d be losing her to. He being her father, knew exactly where her thoughts had gone. He almost smiled as he studied his daughter, but bit the inside of his lip to keep from doing so. He then glanced at Damon, who sat stoically next to her, and he could tell the vampire was a million miles away, most likely making plans of his own to ensure Bella’s safety. Charlie had also caught the glint of happiness in the vampire’s eyes that was never there before.
Charlie cleared his throat, making sure he had their attention, “You can stay at your grandma’s house. It’s probably the safest place for you.” Damon had started to speak with a suggestion of his own, but Charlie stopped him. “It’s secure, Damon. The only vamps that have been invited in are you, your brother and Caroline. The deed is in my name, but I’ll have paperwork drawn up and sent to Mystic Falls, transferring it to Bella. I have a feeling she won’t be coming back here after the Cold One situation is handled.”
Bella looked at her father, her eyebrow raised in question. Charlie offered a small smile explaining that he knew how much she loved Mystic falls and her friends. He also told her that he knew she was always at her happiest when she was there, and implied that she’d be even more so now. Bella smiled at the sentiment and got up to hug her father. It was a hug full of gratefulness, love, and understanding. She squeezed him tightly as she whispered a “thank you” and told him she loved him. Charlie, not able to verbally express his feelings, gruffly patted her back, which made her smile even broader. She knew her father wasn’t apt at expressing the softer side of himself.
The night wound to an end, and Charlie bid his goodnights, only after telling Bella to start packing and also reminding her to go to the school the next day to pick up her records from school.
Bella had walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water and as she stood at the sink drinking it, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, holding her snugly. Soft kisses were placed along her neck and she let out small moan, “Damon…’ then came softly tumbling from her lips, her body shivering at his touch. She shakily set the glass down, turning to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. He had noticed her body’s reaction to him and smirked, looking into her eyes. He loved that he could do that to her, and couldn’t wait to see what her reactions would be to the other things he wanted to do to her. He closed his eyes as his imagination went into overdrive, his mind picturing him placed between her legs as she moaned and writhed beneath him. He shook his head and reminded himself that now was not the time. She wasn’t ready, not yet.
Bella felt him harden against her and met his eyes once again. ‘Thinking about something?” she asked teasingly. He chuckled huskily and smirked, “I’m not so sure you’re ready for what I’m thinking.”
She licked her lips and looked at him through her lashes, “Oh, what would make you think that, Salvatore?” She smiled as she remembered her dream from earlier in the day, “I’ve already seen the merchandise, maybe I’d like to test it out…”
He chuckled and grinded his hips into hers suggestively, “Would you now?”
His voice dripped with sex and it shot a delicious tingle throughout her body. She lightly scratched the back of his neck with her fingernails and smiled as his eyes closed, savoring her touch. “Hmm…maybe I would.” she murmured.
She was abruptly cut off as Damon surged forward, claiming her lips with his own. She gasped in surprise and he took it as an invitation, sliding his tongue into her mouth twirling it around hers. When she moaned at the sensation he lowly growled and pulled her closer to him. The kiss was passionate and it lit a fire in both of them.
His hand trailed down to her ass, squeezing her cheeks. He briefly broke the kiss and picked her up, her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked them towards the counter, sitting her on it. There, he hurriedly planted his lips back on hers, plunging his tongue back into the warmth of her mouth.
The kiss was unlike anything Bella had ever experienced before and she surprised herself when she tore Damon’s leather jacket from his body, and then kissing her way down his neck. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of him. She hurriedly undid the buttons of his shirt and explored the planes of his chest with her fingertips. She grazed every inch of bare skin before her, allowing the feelings of arousal to wash over her.
Damon had stood watching her, enjoying how her heavy lidded eyes followed her fingertips along his chest, his own arousal poking through in his pants and if had been anyone else, he would have surely taken her right there on the kitchen counter. But with Bella, his Belle, he wanted more than that. If the truth be told, he wanted to devour her, not leaving any surface of her untouched. He licked his lips and he played with the hem of her shirt, slowly tugging it up as he watched her. She wanly smiled as she raised her arms above her head, silently granting permission for him to take it off. He had smiled in return as he did so, tossing it aside. His hand then offered feather light touches alongside her neck and down onto her chest, where his fingers lightly traced the peaks of her breasts.
He gave her breast a gentle squeeze as he brought his mouth to hers, kissing her tenderly. He brushed his thumb along her nipple and when she gasped at the sensation, he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue back into her mouth and sensually massaged her tongue with his own as his fingers caressed her nipple. He ended the kiss nipping her bottom lip, then rested his forehead against his own before moving his fingers up her bare chest and sliding the strap off her bra. He tugged at the fabric of its cup, springing her breast free. He pulled back at her and smirked lightly as he bent to kiss her neck, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses until he reached the top of her breast. He nipped at the skin there and paused to look up at her once more, enjoying the sight of her back slightly arched and her eyes closed in pleasure. He cupped her breast and flicked his tongue over the nipple before bringing his mouth over it and sucking gently.
Bella let out a soft moan, and the sight of Damon with his mouth on her sent a jolt of arousal through her and settled itself in the pit of her stomach, and she could feel the evidence of it as wetness pooled in her panties. He gently bit down on her nipple and pulled back, bringing his hands to the fabric of her bra and easily ripping the fabric, exposing her completely. His eyes trailed her form appreciatively before his hands cupped both of her breasts, brushing the nipples with his thumbs. He kissed her once again before dragging his tongue down her neck and around her breast. He then clamped his lips around its peak, sucking on it gently before giving it a slight tug.
Bella moaned and writhed on the counter as she brought her hand to his head, weaving her fingers through his hair. She urged him on, pulling him closer to her and wrapping her legs tightly around him. She instinctively sought friction and moved against him and gasped as the pleasure jolted through her, “Damon…” she said in a breathy plea.
His head shot up and looked at her, her eyes were closed and her mouth parted. Hearing her say his name in such away drove him crazy with lust and he inhaled a deep breath to control his instinct. He grabbed her ass and pulling her flush against him as he thrusted against her, giving her the friction that she desired. Friction that he himself needed. His lips met hers and they lost themselves to the unadulterated pleasure of the moment. Lips met lips, their hands explored each other’s bodies and the only sounds that could be heard were soft moans and some heavy breathing.
Bella’s lips were swollen and her cheeks were flushed as she shifted forward and unbuttoned Damon’s pants. He watched her tiny hands go through the motions with a touch of surprise on his face. He then looked up at her and tenderly touched her face, “Belle…you don’t have to-”
He was cut off when she replied, “I want to see you for real this time… I want to touch you.” He licked his lips as he teasingly said, “By all means go right ahead!”
She ignored him as she tugged his pants down. Her eyes widened as she saw that he wore no underwear. She quickly glanced up at him and saw a small smirk on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows. The smirk quickly faded as she wrapped her hand around his length. Hs eyes closed and he swallowed thickly as he rested his head against hers.
He loved the sight of her hand wrapped around him as she gingerly stroked him. His eyes lit up in amusement when she let out a small giggle as she felt his cock twitch in her hand. “He likes you,” He told her and winked. She shook her head and blushed, squeezing him a bit tighter, her thumb brushing over his tip.
The moment was broken when Damon’s phone let out a shrill ring. “Ignore it,” he said huskily. Bella bit her lip, and resumed stroking him, flicking her wrist to get a better grasp.
There was another ring, then another and Bella growled in frustration, stilling her movements, then reached into his back pocket to retrieve the phone. She looked at it as if it was the most offensive thing she’d ever seen and frowned when she saw the caller ID.
She answered the call with a curt, “Hello?” She then laughed as Damon playfully nibbled on her ear.
“Bella?” the voice questioned, surprise lacing his tone.
She rolled her eyes as she replied back. “The one and only, Steffie.” She smiled as she pictured him frowning at the nickname.
He cleared his throat before speaking, “Is Damon with you?” Damon paused from leaving a trail of open mouth kisses along Bella’s neck, “I’m right here, brother.” His brows furrowed slightly before adding, “What do you want?” His mouth then returned to her neck, his tongue darting out; tasting her skin as he travelled further down.
Bella let out a gasp as Damon’s lips reached her breast. “Oh my God…” She uttered under her breath as she tangled her fingers in his hair.
There was nothing but static from the phone before Stefan asked curiously, “What is it you two are doing, exactly?”
Damon was the one to answer with snark heavily present in his voice, “I’m sure you can hear exactly what I’m doing, unless the bunny blood affects your hearing too…” That said, he took the phone out of Bella’s hand and set it on the counter. “Now where were we?” he mumered. As Bella was about to protest, he grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her. The kiss was passionate and demanding and made her forget all reason as she gave into her desire. They resumed their previous activities and Bella’s hand once again found itself wrapped around Damon’s cock as she stroked him. Damon’s hands and mouth found themselves on every inch of her bare skin.
Stefan called out to them several times, to which they ignored. But When Damon started rubbing Bella’s center through her jeans, she let out a loud moan in pleasure. Stefan aggravated at being ignored, finally shouted out with a sharp “Isabella!” that got the attention of them both. Especially Bella, as she hated being called by her given name. It was an instant mood killer and she muttered “Bunny rabbit eating cockblocker!”
Damon raised an eyebrow in amusement at her little outburst and sighed as he zipped up his pants, while Bella grabbed her sweater and put it back on. Damon picked up the phone and kissed her on the temple, nodding to the front door to let her know he was going to be out on the stoop. She nodded back before he blurred out the door.
He stood on the stoop listening to Bella’s footsteps as she headed upstairs to her room. He sighed heavily before bringing the phone to his ear and spoke into the phone, “What do you want, Stefan?”
Stefan cleared his throat and Damon groaned internally, knowing a lecture was about to start. There was a short silence before Stefan bluntly asked, “You are with Bella?” Surprise and concern lacing his tone.
“Why yes, my dear brother I am,” Damon replied with a jovial tone before his snark settled in and he added, “Not that it is any of your business, anyway.”
“You actually sounded happy there for minute there, Damon–”
Damon cut him off, “That’s because I am. But I’m sure you didn’t call to talk about my feelings, so I ask again, what do you want?”
Stefan sighed, “We were just worried about you after you took off; we wanted to be sure you were okay…”
Damon scoffed into the phone, “Oh that’s bullshit and you know it! You just wanted to be sure I wasn’t out wreaking havoc and leaving a body trail. Let me remind you, I am not the Ripper here! That would be you.”
“Damon, I know you felt something for Elena and you were hurt when she chose me.” His voice was sympathetic to his brother’s plight but a protective tone over took it when he said, “But don’t be using Bella as a replacement. She’s a good girl and deserves so much better.”
Damon growled into the phone, “Belle is no replacement, let’s make that clear, right here, right now! She’s the only one who has ever accepted me for me; she has never once judged me. She’s the only one that has ever been truly there for me without wanting something in return. I can’t say the same for you or Elena.”
A moment passed before Stefan asked, “How is she? Everything okay in Phoenix?”
Damon chuckled mirthlessly as he answered, “It’s funny you ask, considering no one has spoken to her in months, myself included. We were all too busy keeping Elena alive and almost forgot about her…’ His voice filed with a twinge of regret as he uttered the words. He inhaled a sharp breath before he spoke again, “I went to Phoenix to visit her and found her being attacked by a Cold One. She’s moved to Forks to live with Charlie so Mommie Dearest can enjoy time with her precious husband. She found herself entangled with a fucked up group of Cold Ones who call themselves a family, and one of them has this fixation on her. He even claimed Belle to be his mate, which we all know is a crock of shit. The dick even snuck into her room and she didn’t even know it. What’s worse is that she is his singer. They also have a seer and an empath in the group and the douche after Belle can read minds…Something’s off about the whole thing; I just don’t know what. I think they’ve been toying with her, and I tell you right now, that shit is coming to an end. I won’t allow it.”
Damon ended his rant and was met with silence. Finally, he cleared his throat, “Whoo-hoo, little brother, are you there?”
Stefan cleared his own throat before he replied, “How is she alive?” The fear and worry laced his voice and it did not go unnoticed by Damon. He knew that his brother was referring to the Cold Ones thirst for blood which is often worse than what Stefan experienced during his Ripper days.
“I saved her from the tracker, and as for Edward,” He spat the name with disgust. “He either truly feels something for her or he’s toying with her, wanting her for a pet. Maybe he was just waiting for the right opportunity to drain her dry. Who knows? Don’t worry so much, I’m not gonna let anything happen to her and Charlie is making plans to handle the situation. I’m bringing her back to Mystic Falls with me and she’ll be as far away from that so-called family as possible.”
“Hmm…” Stefan responded thoughtfully.
“What!? Just spit out whatever is going on in that head of yours…I can hear the gears grinding…”
He could hear Stefan swallow thickly before he answered, “You finally figured out where you heart truly lies haven’t you?”
Damon bit his lip thoughtfully, “I’m not sure, brother. I kissed her at the Ballet Studio and we ended up sharing blood. I can’t explain it…There is something there and I want it. I want her.”
Stefan cautiously warned, “Don’t hurt her, because you’ll more than likely have half of Mystic Falls hunting you down, myself included.”
Damon growled into the phone, “I will be the last person to hurt her. But if anyone does, then they will answer to me.”
Stefan chuckled lightly, “I always knew you loved her.”
“No, no, no…I’m not gonna talk about my feelings, Stef! That’s your thing not mine and if you’re not going to tell me the reason you actually called….”
Stefan sighed and Damon shook his head, annoyed. “Good night, now…” he spouted and promptly hung up the phone.
He walked into the house and grinned as he heard Bella cursing under her breath and tossing things around in her room. He quickly blurred up the staircase and came to an abrupt stop when he landed his eyes on her. She was wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, exposing her neck. His eyes trailed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes and back up again.
She was completely unaware of his presence as she moved about her room, putting clothes into the suitcase on the bed. She had her IPod on and even though she had her earbuds in, he could still hear “Moves Like Jagger” clear as day and enjoyed watching her bop her head around and wiggle her butt to the beat as she packed. I could show you some moves like Jagger, he thought with a smirk. He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms, enjoying the little show.
A few minutes later, she did a little twirl and stubbed her toe uttering, “Shit!” under her breath. At that Damon laughed; That’s my Belle, he thought. She sensed a presence in the room and eyed him with a glare. “Just how long have you been standing there?” she demanded as she shifted on her feet trying to will the pain away. He smirked and shook his head as he sauntered towards her, “Long enough.” and placed his hands on her hips.
She blushed self-consciously as she mumbled something about feeling like an idiot. He chuckled, “You were anything but an idiot, Belle. In fact, you looked rather…” He cocked his head to the side and licked his lips. “Hot.”
She scoffed disbelievingly, “I highly doubt hot is the right word!” He grinned as his eyebrows wiggled, “Trust me, it is.”
She shrugged and moved out of his grasp, then yanked her ear buds out of her ears. She set the IPod down on the desk beside her and looked at Damon, “So how was Stefan?”
He pursed his lips before responding nonchalantly, “Stefan was Stefan…I don’t really want to talk about it.” He eyed her with an playful glint, “especially when there’s a gorgeous woman in front of me with those cute little short shorts on.” 1…2…3, he counted mentally knowing she’d blush and he then counted once more as she bopped him on the arm and called him an ass. He watched her as she haughtily moved over to the bed and started zipping up the suitcases. He suppressed a laugh but was unable to hide the smarmy smirk that graced his face.
It didn’t go unnoticed by Bella and she scowled, sending him a ‘go to hell’ look as she set one of the suitcases on the floor. That made his smirk grow even wider as he grabbed the other suitcase, brushing against her on purpose before setting it down on the floor. He didn’t miss her little shiver and felt rather smug about the effect he had on her. Sure, he knew that his good looks and his charm had an effect on women, but there was something special about being able to have an effect on someone you actually cared about. He had never had that before and the thought dawned on him as he stood behind her and inhaled her scent. She always reminded him of freesias with a touch of honeysuckle. He closed his eyes appreciatively as he detected a faint trace of the strawberry shampoo she used. It took more than a century and a half to find that someone, to have the possibility of something real, and to have it with the girl in front of him was far beyond what he ever thought possible.
He brought his hand up to the crook of her neck and gently rubbed the skin there with his fingertips. Bella sighed as she leaned into him. They stood quietly together, both reveling in the moment.
“We should get to bed,” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded as she made her way to the bed and turned down the covers while Damon started shrugging off his shirt. Bella had caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and she inhaled a sharp breath taking the sight of him in before whisper-shouting “What the hell are you doing?!”
He moved slowly towards the bed, “I thought we were going to bed….”
She shook her head no, “You are not staying in here! No way!”
He furrowed his brows and pouted, “And why not?? Where else am I supposed to sleep? On the floor like a dog?” he said in a smarty way.
Bella pointed to the floor, ‘There is a couch downstairs, you might remember sitting on it earlier today.”
He turned up his nose, “I am not sleeping on a couch!”
She placed her hands on her hips and repeated her earlier sentiment, “You’re sure as hell are not sleeping in here!”
“Oh, come on, Belle! We are together now…”
Bella cut him off, “Yes! We are, but do you want to be the one to explain to Charlie why you’re in my bed?”
Damon snickered, “Charlie? You’re worried about Charlie? I don’t think so, Isabella!”
She sighed in exasperation, “Oh, do tell me Dr. Salvatore, what is it I am worried about? Hmm?”
He moved closer to her and he wrapped his arms around her, “You know what I think? I think you’re scared. You see, we got all hot and heavy downstairs and made it to second base and were about to steal third when my dear brother called. You’re worried more fun and games might take place….You’re worried about the things I could do with you, you’re afraid to let yourself go…”
She stared up at him as he moved his hand to cup her face, “But I promise, I won’t do anything that you don’t want to do. I’ll even be a perfect gentleman…”
Bella snorted in response and smiled, “You would never be a gentleman, Damon!”
His eyes widened in mock offense, “Why Miss Swan! Whatever would give you that idea?”
She giggled as she brought her arms up around his neck, “I know you too damn well.”
He smirked as he pulled her closer, “Is that so?” He licked his lips as he dipped his head and lightly brushed his lips against hers.
She closed her eyes and pulled him closer as she returned the kiss and as it became more passionate, he backed her against the bed gently laying her on it and settling himself between her legs. They kissed fervently and they each sought friction against the other until Bella suddenly stopped and gasped for air.
Damon looked down at her and run his fingers through her hair, “Belle?” he questioned softly.
She touched his face, thinking of how much she loved him, and as much as she wanted to say it out loud, she knew the time wasn’t right. He had been told he was loved before when it was nothing but a lie, and to hear it again would probably scare him off, because in the end, she knew he wouldn’t believe it. He had always thought he didn’t deserve to be loved. She wanted whatever this was between them and the events that happened in the kitchen and the kiss that they just shared had her body humming with feelings she never felt before and Damon was right; she was scared. More than that, she was terrified. But yet, she wanted him, body and soul.
She bit down on her lip while the thoughts swirled in her head, almost losing herself to them. She felt Damon’s finger tug her bottom lip, freeing it from the grasp her teeth had held it in. He slowly run his finger back and forth across it, “What are you thinking about in that pretty head of yours?”
She looked up at him through her lashes and repeated the words he had said earlier in the night back to him, “I’m not so sure you’re ready for what I’m thinking…”
His eyes met hers, as he then moved his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, “Fair enough.” He whispered, his lips almost touching hers. He swallowed thickly, his own emotions and thoughts sending him into a tailspin. He closed his eyes as he kissed her softly. He knew for certain in that moment that the shopkeeper and his brother both knew something that he himself didn’t…
He was in love with one Isabella Swan, he always had been and had been too much of a fool to realize it. Sometimes the one you have been searching for is right there, he thought. He made a vow then and there that he’d never let her go. Three little words were at the tip of his tongue, begging to be said, but he could not bring himself to say them. He knew it wasn’t fair to her, knowing how she felt after her sleep talking in the car on the way to Forks. The scars of the past paralyzed him with fear of being hurt, and he simply could not bring himself to say them.
He pulled back and gazed down at her while he stroked her cheek. He smiled as she tried to stifle a yawn, “You better get your beauty rest, Princess.” He stood up and went to grab his shirt when he heard her speak, “Stay.” she simply said.
He turned around, completely thrown off guard by her demand. She shifted on the bed and reached for his hand, “Stay.” She repeated. “Stay with me.”
Damon stared at her for a moment, “Are you sure? What about Charlie?” he questioned.
She grinned widely and cocked her head to the side, “I know you want to stay, Damon. We all know you always do whatever it is you want to do, anyway, so you won’t hear no arguments from me and we’ll just worry about Charlie in the morning.”
He arched his eyebrows, “I always do what I want huh?” he questioned teasingly as he dropped his shirt on the floor and crawled into bed next to her.
She snuggled into him resting her head on his chest. “Yes you do,” she replied and tilted her head up to look at him.
“Well, if that were the case,” his lips twitched as he fought back a smile “You would be screaming my name and waking up the neighbors in the process.”
She was perplexed by the comment at first but when its meaning dawned on her, she hastily turned to her side with her back facing him, “Good night, Damon!” she said in an irritated tone.
He snaked an arm around her waist and snuggled to her before whispering in her ear, “It could be a good night…”
She scoffed sleepily as she mumbled, “Jackass!”
Damon chuckled and scooted closer to her and it wasn’t long before they were both asleep.
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