Who: Damon Salvatore and Effie Nashton What: Making up? Where: Damon's room When: June 26th Rating: High Status: Closed, complete Notes: 4,530 words
Enigma stood outside the door of Damon’s hotel room, staring at it for a long moment before reaching up, pounding on it loudly in case the other vampire was asleep...or passed out drunk.
As she waited, she nervously twisted the ring on her finger around, hoping he would hurry up and open the door.
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Damon opened his eyes at the sound of someone knocking on his door. He groaned and shut them again. “Go the fuck away!” he yelled, turning over and promptly falling off the couch. He groaned slightly and then decided the floor was as good as any to pass out again.
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She started kicking the door at his reply, the door shaking. “Open the goddamn door, Damon Salvatore or I will kick it in!” she yelled, giving it another kick to emphasise her point.
This was not the way she had wanted this meeting to go and really didn’t want to start it off by getting pissed off.
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He dragged himself to his feet and stumbled his way to the door, flinging it open. “I have nothing to say to you,” he said. “There, door opened. Door closing now. Bye bye,” he said, moving to slam the door shut again.
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“Well I have something to say to you!” she said, slamming her hand into the door to block it from closing, screaming as he closed it on her hand. “That hurts, you asshole!”
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Damon rolled his eyes. “Can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?” he asked. “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say, ever again.”
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“I love you!” Enigma blurted out, still wincing at the pain in her hand. “I. Love. You.” She emphasised each word, stretching out the three syllables that she had never said to him before. “Desperately, passionately, endlessly.”
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Damon shook his head. “You are unbelievable,” he said. “I fucking let you in, Effie. I don’t let people in because you know what happens every time I let people in? I get my heart ripped out. So congratulations, you’re officially on the list of women that ripped my heart out. And what, now you come over here and say that and I’m meant to just believe you and take you back?” he asked.
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“You stole my life, Damon! You took my future, my hopes, my dreams, everything and you ruined them! And then you expected me to just be okay with that and be with you! Well I’m sorry, but I couldn’t! It hurt, Damon! Every moment I looked at you, every time you fed from me I remembered everything you stole from me!”
She kicked at the door, hoping it hit him. “You broke me, and then rushed us through a relationship before I could even grieve for everything I had lost! So yes, I walked away, because I needed the space and time to actually deal with everything! And yes, I love you even after all of that. I love you, Damon, for reasons I can’t explain or even justify. Do you know how many people told me what you did to me was horrible and terrible? How many people told me to leave you? Enough that it started making sense, that I realized how badly I hurt. I didn’t walk away to rip out your heart, I did it to save you, before my pain consumed us both.”
Her head fell, and she stared at the engagement ring on her right hand, the ring she had worn on a necklace since he walked out of her life, hiding it close to her heart. Tears splashed on it and she raised her hands, wiping her eyes angrily. “Please, Damon...at least let me in so we can talk about this without screaming at each other in a hallway..”
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Damon listened to what she said. She had never spoken to him about any of this. She had accepted his proposal. How was he meant to know how she really felt about everything if she didn’t let him in?
He turned away and walked back into the room. “Then it sounds like you dodged a bullet in not getting stuck with a monster for the rest of your life, Effie,” he said. “You should consider yourself lucky, walk out the door and never look back.”
He lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She was free to come inside if she wanted.
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“I never said you were a monster,” she said softly, following him into the room and to the bed, sighing as he laid down. She took a seat next to his hip, reaching up to oh so gently run her fingers through his hair, fingertips smoothing down his cheek. “Damon, I have cried myself to sleep every night, clutching your pillow, missing you with everything I have in me. I didn’t dodge a bullet, I lost my entire world.”
She turned away from him, staring at the wall, even as her fingers continued petting his hair. “I...I’m not good with relationships, either romantic or otherwise. I dont’ know what I’m doing or what is the right move in any of this. I needed time...but I didn’t...I should have told you.”
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“I did,” he said. “I’m a horrible, terrible monster,” he said. He wanted to reach out and stop her from touching him, he wanted to tell her to go and never come back. “You made me happier than I’ve ever felt in my long, pathetic life and then suddenly, out of nowhere, you ripped it all away. Why did you agree to marry me in the first place if that is how you felt?” he asked.
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Her hand slid away from him, resting in her lap. “Because I was scared,” she said softly, staring at her fingers. “Because i was broken. I figured after everything, you were the only man who would want me anymore...that you were the only option I had left.”
She wiped at her eyes again, sniffing. “I knew I cared about you, but I had so much pain and anger inside that I couldn’t see the truth. I had guessed that it was easier to settle for my killer than live my life alone.”
She was silent for a moment, before shifting, pulling his ring from her finger yet again, setting it on the night stand. “I’m sorry, Damon. I’m sorry that I screwed up. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I’m sorry that I couldn’t see what you truly meant to me before it was too late.”
She turned, looking at him. “But I’m not sorry for loving you.”
She stood, preparing to leave, her heart shattering even as she tried to hide it. “Be well, my sweet Dammy.”
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“So how do you know it’s real now?” he asked. “How do you know that you’re not just scared of being alone? How do you know that wanting me back is not just ‘settling’ again? I never want to be a man that someone settles for, and if that is what you’re doing, then you might as well keep walking out the door. I told you what happened with Katherine and Elena, and you told me that you would never hurt me the way they did, do you remember that?” he asked. “And somehow we ended up here”
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She stormed back over to the bed, fisting her hand in the front of his shirt and jerking him up, kissing him. She poured everything into that kiss, her love, her fear, her depression and the dread that she would never have a moment like this with him again.
She pulled back, releasing him. “I know because I am no longer broken, Damon. And I know I love you with every fiber of my being. I am sorry I hurt you, and if I could take it back I would, but I can’t. What happened, what we went through...it’s done and can’t be changed. And honestly, it’s better this way...to know the truth rather than a pretty lie with anger and pain between us.”
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He was surprised by the sudden kiss, but he felt everything she poured into it. He didn’t return it, too caught off guard by everything to do so.
He looked up at her as she spoke and then he looked over at the ring she had left beside the bed. He reached out and picked it up, looking at the stones. “I’m going to take this back, on the off chance that the next time I ask you….. you’ll actually want to marry me.”
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“I...see,” she said, her voice breaking. She turned away from him, heading for the door again. She left his bedroom and broke down before she even made it out of the room, falling apart on his floor, crying for everything she had lost from her own stupid mistakes.
And this time she didn’t even have his ring to remember him by, or the scent of his cologne on their bed.
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He shook his head, getting off the bed and following her. “I don’t think you do see,” he said. “I’m going to hold on to it for when I ask you again,” he said. “Not today. Some time in the future. It will be spontaneous and very romantic, and when I get down on one knee to ask you to spend your life with me, I really hope this time you’ll say yes, not because you’re scared, or broken or you don’t want to be alone, but because you love me, and the idea of spending eternity without me leaves you as brokenhearted as it does me when I imagine an eternity without you.”
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“Why can’t it be now?” she asked, looking up at him, tears heavy on her face, her eyes red with blood, the veins rich and deep under her eyes. “Why can’t we do it now and make everything better? I already can’t spend eternity without you, Damon. Every night I wonder if I have the strength to get up in the morning, or if I should just take off my ring and watch the last sunset I’ll ever see.”
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“Because I want to make it special for you,” he said. “Trust me when I tell you that there isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t regret turning you. But I’m also selfish, because I know that if I hadn’t turned you, we wouldn’t be together right now. You stayed with me because you thought nobody else would want you. I was your only option. What chance would I have stood if you had options?” he asked. “I regret that I didn’t ask you, that I didn’t give you the choice though, so I want to try to make it up to you some how. And the only way I can think of doing that is by giving you amazing engagement and wedding.”
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“But I just want you...I don’t want anything amazing or wonderful...just you...forever,” she whispered, shaking. “I am so sick of being without you, of my empty bed and empty life…” She sniffled cutely through her fangs, wiping her eyes. “It hurt so much…”
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He nodded his head. “Alright, then,” he said, getting down on one knee and holding the ring out to her. “Effie Nashton, will you do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me, and marrying me?” he asked.
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“No,” she said, before snatching the ring and scooting away from him, sticking out her tongue. “Of course I will!” she huffed, before holding out the ring. “Put it on my finger?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him..the entire time scooting further and further away before she got up and ran for his bedroom.
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Damon rushed to his feet after her and followed her into the bedroom. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
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“Far, far away from the big, evil vampire who might eat me,” she said in a fake scared voice, standing on the other side of his bed, giggling. “After all, I’m an innocent, helpless girl and he’s such a scary man who could easily overpower me and have his wicked way with me…”
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He moved in a blur so that he was behind her and he slid his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her neck. “I don’t think you’re as innocent as you let one. I think you’d love nothing more than for me to have my wicked way with you,” he murmured hotly against her ear.
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Enigma groaned, tilting her head to bear more of her neck, gasping at his words. “N-Never,” she stuttered, though it was from arousal instead of fear. “I am virginal and innocent...pure as a dove’s wing..” she protested, her hips pushing back against his.
She slid a hand around to his hip, slipping the ring into the pocket of his pants, before holding his hip, enjoying the feel of him against her after so long away.
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“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he said, just enjoying the feel of her in his arms again, the smell of her shampoo, the sound of her voice. “I didn’t think you’d come back. I thought you’d left me for good. I came so close to shutting it all off.”
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“I’ve missed you too,” she said, dropping character and laying her arm over the ones he had around her waist, the other still holding his hip. She laughed, looking to the side, smiling at the floor since she didn’t want to hurt her neck turning all the way to look at him. “Stop thinking, lover.”
She frowned at his words. “I almost killed myself,” she said softly. “Had a stake to my naked breasts and everything...but I have an aggravating best friend who apparently likes me alive. He took it away from me.”
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He smiled when she laughed. It was an amazing sound. “Easier said than done,” he said. “I wish I could have stopped thinking.”
“What?!” he asked. “Effie……. there is absolutely no way that I am worth your life. Or anyone, for that matter. And you’ll have to remind me to thank whoever saved your life.”
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“You are worth more than my life, Damon...you’re worth everything.” She turned in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck. “You are my everything. And you don’t get to thank Felix, he’s mean and took away my chairs.”
She nuzzled his neck, giving a soft, happy sound as she inhaled the scent of him. “I’ve changed my mind…”
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He slid his arms around her waist once more when she turned and he drew her in closer to him.
“On what?” he asked.
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“On our engagement,” she said, pressing close to him, her nose buried in his neck, simply breathing him in, making her words slightly muffled.
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He furrowed his brow. “You mean you don’t want to marry me?” he asked.
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“Not even close, lover. I want the engagement you want. So make it as romantic and special as you want...but only on one condition..” She raised her head, looking up at him. “You come home.”
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“I think that that is the easiest deal I’ve ever made,” he said, smiling at her and lowering his head, pressing a kiss to her lips.
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She grinned, kissing him back, opening her mouth to him, whimpering at the first taste of him in so long, trembling in his arms, feeling as if it was all new and shiny...just as it had been the first time they kissed.
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“You’re trembling,” he said, pulling back and looking at her with concern. “Are you okay?”
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“I think I’m going to explode...so many emotions…” she said, clinging to him.
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“Perhaps we should continue this at home?” he asked. “In our bed.”
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She nodded, leaning up to kiss him again, before blurring out of sight, heading for the brothel.
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He followed after her in a blur and straight to their bedroom in the brothel. Once they were both inside he pinned her against the door and ravaged her mouth.
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She kissed him back desperately, hungrily, giving a hop, wrapping her legs around his hips, her tiny dress sliding up to her waist as she rocked against him, whimpering. She bit at his lips, fingers tugging lightly at his hair, groaning.
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He held her up by her legs and kissed her hungrily, groaning as she rocked against him. “Fuck, I want you,” he growled.
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“Take me, baby...I need you,” she whispered, her mouth moving down to his neck, biting and sucing on it, whimpering desperately, ripping his shirt open, running her nails lightly down his chest. “Please Damon, fuck me…”
-- He carried her over to their bed and crash down on top of it with her, pulling over top over her head in a blur of speed and returned to kissing her.
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She yelped as he ripped her out of her dress, giggling, fingers blurring as they moved on his pants, having them open in record time even for her as she kissed him hungrily, before wiggling out of her panties and throwing them aside. “Fuck. Me.” she demanded, wrapping her legs around his hips. “Now.”
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He moved himself into position and pushed himself inside her, grunting loudly as he did. He started to move inside her hard and deep. “Fuck, so good,” he groaned.
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“Oh fuck...missed this...favorite cock ever...forgot how big you are...how long and thick...perfect cock...fits perfectly...made to fuck me…” she moaned, whimpering and squirming beneath him, thrusting her hips up, matching his movements.
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“Better than Boone’?” he asked, a jealous tone in his voice as he thought about the other man. “Or any other man that you’ve fucked?”
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She paused, looking up at him. “Damon, are you jealous of Boone?” she said, a small smirk on her lips. She loved him jealous, it made him so hot and sexy. “Besides, who said I ever saw his cock, let alone felt it?”
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“Maybe I am,” he said. “I mean…. it seems like you found a replacement for me pretty quickly. And stop smirking,” he said. “And I saw the way you two were all over each other.” He looked angry about that.
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“What smirk?” she asked, the smirk in question growing wider. “And I wasn’t the one fucking around with Vlad and his merry whore,” she pointed out. “You replaced me just as fast and with two sluts to boot!”
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“I didn’t date them,” he said. “And who said that I was fucking them either. And how many people did you just sleep with since we broke up?” he asked.
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“Oh please, you were all over both of them, it was obvious. And I don’t keep a list, Damon, they’re clients.”
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“And you weren’t all over Boone. And hey, I wasn’t fucking someone who looks just like you,” he said.
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“Red hair, big breasts…” she ticked off on her fingers. “And maybe there was a reason I picked Boone...such as he looked just. like. you.” She rolled her eyes. “Hello, giant clue there!”
She wiggled, starting to grow uncomfortable. “Can we continue this argument later..you’re heavy.”
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He started to move deeply inside her, deep and a bit rougher this time, pressing a passionate and fierce kiss against her lips.
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She cried out as he moved again, whimpering in pleasure, matching his movements. “Oh fuck, Damon…
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He slid his hand between their bodies and pinched her clit, his movements becoming more erratic as he started to pound into her, taking his frustration and jealousy at the fact she had dated Boone out on her.
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“Oh fuck...oh fuck…” she whimpered, before screaming as she came, her nails digging long lines across his back, body arching off the bed.
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He grunted at the feel of her nails on his back and he followed her over the edge, grunting loudly as he came hard inside her.
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She whimpered, riding out his orgasm with him before rolling them so he was laying next to her, pillowing her head on his chest. “You know you’re better than him, Damon. There’s no reason to be jealous...even if you are deliciously hot when you are.”
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It wasn’t just jealousy. It….. hurt,” he said. “Out of nowhere you dumped me, and then it seemed like you easily moved on with your life, like I didn’t mean anything to you. Like I was a piece of trash you tossed away and never thought of again. That is what it looked and felt like.
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“That’s not even close to what it was, Damon...Boone was...a tool, something to enjoy when the pain of missing you got to be too much. I thought if I picked someone that looked like you...maybe I could pretend and make it all feel better, but he wasn’t you.”
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“What made you realise how you really felt?” he asked, curious to know what he answer would be.
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“The fact I constantly wanted to rip you to tiny little bloody Damon pieces every time you ignored me,” she said, pouting at him. “I don’t like being ignored.”
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“I had to ignore you, because it was so hard seeing you around and being around you and knowing that you wanted nothing to do with me.”
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“I didn’t want nothing to do with you! I wanted friendship and cuddling and maybe friend sex” she said, frowning at him. “I would never cut you out completely, Damon, that was you!”
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“Well, I wasn’t going to do that. It would be too hard to be around you and just be friends with you,” he said.
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“Because I am perfect and awesome and the sexiest thing alive?” she asked, smirking at him, running her hands over his chest, needing to touch him.
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“Because I love you, and I don’t find it easy being friends with someone that I love,” he said.
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“And because I’m the sexiest thing alive?” she asked, giving him a pouting face, before kissing him. “I loved you too baby…”
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“Yes, you are the sexiest thing alive,” he said. “And I hope you mean ‘love’ and not ‘loved’.”
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“Er, no, I meant love, complete love, love all over Damon…” she said, giggling.
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‘Good, because if you didn’t love me now, we’d have a problem,” he said.
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“If I didn’t love you now, I wouldn’t tell you,” she pointed out before flipping them over, smirking down at him. She reached over to the night table, drawing out her favorite knife, smirking more as she sat back, cutting a small line into her chest, just over her breasts.
Blood spilled from the sound, running down over her breasts, the scent filling the air. “Don’t tell me you’ve already eaten this time…”
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The scent of blood filled the air and he looked at her intently. “No, I haven’t,” he said, leaning in and licking the blood off her breasts.
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She moaned heavily, holding her mouth to his breasts, whimpering as she rocked against him. “Dammy…” she moaned, her head falling back. “Fuck...love you baby…”
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He let his fangs extend and he sunk them into the flesh of her breast, groaning hotly as her blood slid down his throat.
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She cried out as he bit into her breast, reaching down to stroke him, wanting him to feel as good as he was making her feel, crying out his name...and a warning. “Damon, don’t puncture them!” she whimpered, reaching down to stroke her clitoris in time with his sucking.
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“Mmm, I won’t,” he murmured, sliding his tongue out to lick up the stray blood that had dribbled further down her breast and over her nipple. “You are so tasty.”
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“Better not...I would hate to see how to inflate a vampire’s fake tits,” she moaned, before laughing. “I hope so! I would hate for you to be bound to me for all eternity and for me to taste gross,” she said, tilting his head up for a kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, tasting herself on him.
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He leaned his head down and kissed her back hungrily, fingers sliding into her hair as he kissed her back, full of passion and fire. “I love you, so fucking much,” he growled against her lips.
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“I love you too, Dammy...forever and ever and ever and ever and…” she trailed off, giggling. “Ever!”
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“Promise me you won’t just dump me like that again. I’m not sure that I could handle that again,” he said.
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“Mmm, I promise baby, I won’t be dumping you ever again.” She smiled, kissing him softly. “Ever.”
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“Good, because I did some pretty….. stupid things while we were broken up,” he said. “Really stupid.”
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“If it’s anyone you slept with, I don’t want to hear it because then I’ll have to kill them and it’ll just get messy,” E said, nuzzling his neck. She, thankfully hadn’t done anything too stupid...mostly just cried on Felix and Dammy Bear.
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“Well then, I won’t tell you about my indiscretions,” he said, running his fingers gently through the soft strands of her red hair.
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“Mmm, thank you. And I won’t tell you about mine.” She sighed softly as he ran his fingers through her hair, laying against his chest. “Never leave me…”
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“Why would I leave you?” he asked. “I am crazy about you.”
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“I’m just making sure...I don’t want to be alone again, it was miserable and I wanted to kill things…”
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“Well, you were only alone because you decided you didn’t want to be with me,” he said. “I never left you.”
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“Everyone was telling me I shouldn’t be with you...their words finally...made sense,” she said, huffing.
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“Well are you sure that they don’t still make sense. Are you sure that you won’t change your mind again?”
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“Because I love you,” she said, huffing. “I’m not going to change my mind.”
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“Good,” he said, leaning in and kissing her her softly.
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She smiled, kissing him back, her arms wrapping eagerly around him. --
He pulled her in toward him and kissed her with everything he had, groaning against her lips.
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She laughed, kissing him back just as passionately before pulling back a bit. “Keep this up and I won’t be able to walk, lover…”
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“Well, maybe this is my intention,’ he groaned hotly against her lips.