Scarlett Covington examined her reflection in the antique full length mirror before her. Her porcelain complexion was flawless and free of colour, as usual. There was the rare occasion she'd dab some rouge on her cheeks, but she preferred not to most of the time. Her eyes were an icy blue, her eyelids adorned with naturally long, lush, black lashes. Her long curly reddish brown hair cascaded down her nude back as she turned to admire her perfect derriere clad in lacy black panties. Her bedroom was the epitome of old Hollywood glamour. She walked across her very vintage bedroom over to her vanity table and picked up a tube of deep crimson coloured Dior lipstick, which she applied carefully to her full, pouty lips.
In her walk in closet she picked up a short black dress on a hanger and slipped into the tight garment. The hem was a few inches above the knee and it had a strapless sweetheart neckline that accentuated her big round breasts. She wore a vintage silver and diamond teardrop necklace that dipped a bit above her cleavage. She stepped into black platform pumps and went back to admire herself in the mirror. She looked exquisite. Perfect.
Sure, Scarlett was incredibly beautiful, intelligent, charming and seductive; but she was also narcissistic, selfish, manipulative and cunning. Scarlett also had a secret. A very big secret. Scarlett Covington was a 165 year old vampire. She was turned the summer of 1866 by a man that she set out to find. A man named Damon Salvatore who she had had an affair with the time she was turned. They stuck together up until 1913 when they decided to go their separate ways and see the world on their own.
Scarlett, of course, having a penchant for glamour spent time as a flapper in the 20's. She lured male admirers from the audience back to her house where she fed on them and sometimes made love to, if they were lucky and as beautiful as her, of course. During the 20th century she also found herself spending time with famous people, her favorite in particular being none other than Marilyn Monroe during her heyday. They were so close, so close in fact, that Marilyn knew Scarlett's secret. Scarlett actually had plans to make Marilyn a vampire, but never got the chance before her tragic ending.
Scarlett sat on the cushioned wooden barstool as she sipped her dry martini. She glanced around at all the other patrons and saw no one special. She knew this is where Damon was supposedly hanging out these days but she saw no sign of him. She sighed and stirred her drink with the little stick which was adorned with three stuffed olives.
"Well look who it is…" she heard a velvety male voice from behind her. She didn't even need to turn around to see who it was. The scent of leather, Givenchy cologne and whiskey; it was none other than Damon Salvatore. Her lips formed into a subtle smile before getting up from her seat and standing before him.
"Damon." she said coolly as she inhaled the scent of him. He had certainly gotten better looking over the decades, if that was even possible. He was like a fine wine getting better with age, only he wasn't exactly aging physically.
"Scarlett. To what do I owe this unexpected visit?" he raised his eyebrow as he motioned to the bartender for a drink.
"Visit? It's not like I've shown up at your house or anything. Am I not allowed to simply visit a bar?" Scarlett narrowed her eyes at him, "Not everything is about you, you know."
"Isn't it? Tell me, why are you here if not for me?" he said with a smirk before turning to walk and motioning her to follow him. He lead her to a secluded table in a dark corner where they sat down.
She gave in and sighed. "You're right, I've been looking for you. We've been in the same vicinity for awhile now and haven't even crossed paths. How is that?"
"Well, I like to keep a low profile." he sipped his amber coloured bourbon whiskey, keeping his eyes locked on hers.
"I can see that," she replied simply and took a small sip of her martini "Shall we carry on this…reunion somewhere more private? My place perhaps?"
Scarlett lounged on the white vintage chaise in the deep red living room of her spacious mansion as Damon paced around, inspecting his former lover's new abode. She eyed him as he admired a painting above the large marble fireplace, "Damon, please, sit down."
"Aren't you going to offer me a drink?" he smirked as he made himself comfortable on the large sofa.
"I've got scotch, bourbon, vodka, gin, and…absinthe over there," she pointed to the elegant looking bar in the corner of the room, "Help yourself."
Damon lifted an eyebrow and then narrowed his stone cold blue eyes at her. Scarlett had always been impeccably lazy, not to mention spoiled and selfish. "Scar, I'm the guest, you're the hostess. It's your job to get me a drink."
Scarlett gave a sigh of frustration before getting up and slowly walking towards the bar, her high heels clicking on the dark cherry wood floor. She had never forgotten the way Damon preferred his bourbon; neat. She poured the liquor into a short crystal cut glass.
"So…" she said as she sat down on the couch beside him, setting the glass down on the coffee table in front of them.
"So…" he mocked as he took a big gulp without so much as a wince.
"What do you think?" she asked as she twirled a piece of hair around her finger.
"You look…delicious." he replied dryly with a slight smirk.
"Well, I know that, silly. I meant what do you think of my…humble abode?"
"Ah, it's very vintage, expensive and glamorous. It's very…you." he raised his glass to her and downed the rest of the whiskey before placing the now empty glass back on the table.
She smiled at her lover. Former lover, that is. She was determined to make him her own again. She missed him and how much fun they had together. They had everything in common and in her eyes, they were perfect for each other. She knew he couldn't resist her seductive nature and charm. It wouldn't be long before he would take her again like he had so many times in the past.
"Will you stay with me?" she asked quietly sounding oddly human and needy.
Damon was intrigued. It had been almost a century since he'd seen her and now she was crumbling before him asking him to stay with her. A request that he'd gladly oblige, but he wondered why she wanted him back. She could have any human man she wanted. He was a vampire and couldn't supply her with his blood to feed on, but he was also better looking and better in bed than any human man that Scarlett could ever come across. He was sure of it.
"What's in it for me?" he asked, his expression suddenly turning serious.
"Anything you want" she got up from her spot next to him, "While you think about what that is, I'll be upstairs."
Scarlett rifled through her closet, searching for her sexiest lingerie. She was going to seduce Damon and seducing a vampire wasn't an easy task, even if it was another vampire doing it. Even if it was her, Scarlett Covington. She slipped out of her dress and put on a black lace and satin corset bustier. It matched her lacy panties perfectly. As she was exiting her closet, she saw Damon sitting on her bed. This will be easier then I thought. She smiled.
She took a few steps toward Damon so that she was an arms reach away from him. Next thing she knew, he had her pinned up against the wall, his hands holding her wrists at either sides of her head. She squirmed and he tightened his grip. Him being older and the one who turned her, obviously gave him the advantage of being stronger and faster.
"Why did you come looking for me?" he asked angrily as he pressed his body closer to hers.
"Damon, come on…I know you've missed me too. Remember how much fun we used to have?" she said in a low seductive tone, her eyes locked on his.
Damon did remember. In the beginning he had intended for Scarlett to be a mere substitute for Katherine but it had bloomed into something more. That was he past. He loved Elena now, even though she was with his brother Stefan. Or at least he thought he loved her. He wasn't entirely sure. He studied the expression on the face of the beautiful woman before him. Correction: the beautiful vampire. She was the female equivalent to him and being the narcissist that he was, that attracted him to her.
"I do remember. Do you remember how I like to be in control?" he whispered huskily in her ear. He looked up at her face once more, his lips hovering dangerously close to hers. She parted her lips, expecting him to kiss her. He pulled back playfully before tossing her onto her bed and straddling her hips.
"I do remember but I forgot how much of a tease you can be…" she breathed as she looked up at him. He had a devilish smirk on his flawless face.
He began kissing from her jaw line, down her neck, making his way to her chest. She threw her head back at the amazing tingling sensation. She yearned for more. Why did Damon have to be so cruel to her? She was used to being the temptress and being the one to do the teasing to innocent men. Having Damon back and having the tables turned drove her crazy. She tried to raise her hands to touch his chest but he grabbed her wrists and slammed them back down on the bed.
"Don't move." he ordered. There was a heat in his voice that made Scarlett widen her eyes and shut her mouth quickly. Damon smiled darkly and brought his mouth up to nip her earlobe sending a shiver down her spine that intensified when he ran his tongue along the outer shell of her ear.
He resumed kissing a trail down her neck, covering every spot possible to find the ones that made her blow out her breath and writhe under his instructions not to move. He found the area just above the collarbone where her pulse would have been if she were still human. He scraped it with his teeth, which in turn awarded him with her back arching off the bed. Her hands were twisted in the sheets tightly, trying desperately not to grab him and force him to kiss her, which he had neglected to do all night. She was not the lay and do nothing sort of girl. Definitely not. But Damon made it clear hat he was to be obeyed.
Meanwhile, Damon was continuing his exploration of her neck with his lips while one hand clutched her thigh. She shivered at his touch. She loved when he played rough with her. She wasn't a delicate human like he had probably grown accustomed to over the years.
He moved down and was now nipping and placing small kisses on her thighs. She had enough of the teasing. It was time for her to take control, whether he like it or not. She endured a few more minutes of the stupid thigh kissing that was almost enough to drive her over the edge. She gave a grunt of sexual frustration as she pushed him off of her and shot him a glare full of pure lust.
He opened his mouth to say something, but before words could escape, Scarlett had him pinned down just as he had her. He looked up at her in bewilderment but didn't object. It was incredibly hot how she broke his rule and turned the tables on him. She licked up his neck and nipped his earlobe, "Don't move."
She began unbuttoning his black Armani dress shirt to expose his muscular chest and abs. She dragged her nails on his chest, drawing blood and then pulling back to watch as the scratches healed before her eyes. She licked his abs all the way down to that little trail of dark hair that led from his belly button into his pants. She quickly whipped off his belt and threw it on the floor. She licked her lips before hovering above his face, teasing him, just as he had done to her earlier.
She closed the gap between them and her soft lips came crashing down on his. Confident that he was loving this moment just as much as she was, he opened his mouth and she snuck her tongue past his lips, sliding along his, getting reacquainted with the contours of his mouth and revelling in the taste. She involuntarily moaned against his lips. He felt amazing.
Before she knew it, she was once again on her back with Damon hovering above her. Their tongues fighting for dominance as he cupped her right breast with his hand. He was perfectly poised at her entrance and she could feel his arousal growing harder by the second. Those marvellous designer pants have got to go, she thought as she reached down to unbutton them. Their kiss deepened and Scarlett smiled against his lips.
Damon broke away from their kiss and began to slowly kiss down her neck again, still groping her breast, with his other hand clutching the curve of her hip. Why must he insist on teasing her so?
She inhaled sharply as she dug her nails into the back of his neck. "Make love to me, Damon," she purred.
That was all it took. In a flash, Damon had his pants and boxers off and once again was poised at her entrance. She moaned as she awaited him to take her, make her his again. She felt almost human again. If she had a beating heart, it would be pounding out of her chest.
Damon's lips came crashing down onto hers and with one swift movement, he ripped off her panties and slid his entire length into her. She cried out at the feeling of his hardness filling her, giving her exactly what she wanted. She had gone 97 years without the great lover that was Damon Salvatore. He instantly set rhythm and she wrapped her legs around him, wanting to get as close as possible and never let go. He drew his lips away and she found him looking at her with an intense gaze that she found impossible to break.
She wondered what he was thinking but she didn't have much time to contemplate anything as she bit her lower lip and cried out when he changed angles, hitting a miracle spot within her. She saw this smirk automatically forming on his face as a response to her reaction. In an instant his lips were on hers again, but this time rougher and filled with even more passion. He bit her lip and drew blood, which he tasted before the wound healed. He made a sound of satisfaction as he rammed into her even harder, causing her to breathing to become more urgent.
So he wants to play rough…I can play rough, she thought as she flipped them over so that she was back on top, gyrating her hips against him as he pushed in deeper. She tilted her head back and felt the bloodlust kicking in. She looked back at him, her eyes black and dark red with purple and blue veins protruding from under her eyes. She opened her mouth exposing her enlarged canines as she moaned in ecstasy. Damon, noticing the change in her face, found himself giving into his animalistic nature as well.
"Scarlett…" he growled as she powerfully held him by the wrists, pinning him to the bed beneath her.
"You wanna play rough, Damon?" she breathed against his ear as she leaned closer down to him, "Because you know how hot that gets me, and if I remember correctly…you too."
He smirked in agreement. She kissed his neck softly before savagely biting down and drawing a large amount of blood. She didn't even think twice about the consequences her white Egyptian cotton sheets would have to face as a result of two vampires having rough and bloody sex. She moaned as she licked the wound once more before it healed.
He picked her up off the bed, still deep inside her. He rammed her up against the nearest wall and she clawed his back. He pumped in and out of her at superhuman speed, hitting that spot every time with an accuracy that she couldn't even begin to fathom.
He kept thrusting into her until he could feel her orgasm approaching, with his not very far behind. Her walls started to contract around his member and he picked up the pace, with her meeting every thrust.
Then, her climax hit her like a thunderbolt, zapping her insides with tiny waves of electric ecstasy and she cried out as she came, jerking ever so suddenly an her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her walls convulsed around him. She was seeing stars and she felt like her body was on fire, incinerating as if she had been set ablaze.
All these years of human male companions couldn't even compare to Damon Salvatore. She belonged to him again, and she was here to stay. In a span of 5 seconds; he pulled out of her, flipped her back on the bed, entered her once again, wrapped her legs around his hips and hoisted her up to face him. He would be damned if he never drew this session out a bit longer. Hell, he'd be content having sex with Scarlett for the rest of eternity.
He thrust in and out of her hot, wet core repeatedly and she continued to roll her hips at his actions. The friction was wonderful. She squeezed her legs around him tighter, to bring him closer and dug her heels into his backside, earning a groan from him. She looked up at him and smiled seductively. She was the image of perfection. She began writhing like a female snake in heat beneath him, spurring his actions further and further. He dug his fingers into her thighs and she raked his rigid back with her finger nails, making him hiss out in mixture of pleasure and pain.
He bent over once more to take one of her succulent breasts into his mouth and she cried out in pleasure as he nipped and sucked the perky rosy bud. Then he continued his ministrations on the next one. He licked a trail from the centre of her chest right back up to her neck. As much as she enjoyed his mouth on her, she wanted his mouth on hers.
She pulled his head up to her face, but instead of kissing him like she planned, she paused. His eyes held her attention and she couldn't ignore him. It was almost as if he were compelling her, but that was impossible. They were drawing her to them like gravity. The feeling was magnetic. She stared into his eyes, which seemed darker now, a midnight blue, clouded with a heavy veil of lust. There was something so erotic about locking eyes with your partner during sex. She briefly looked down to catch a glimpse of him sliding in and out of her.
"Look at me, Scar…" he commanded softly. She looked back at his face and stared at him. Really stared at him. His face was flushed, his pouty lips parted and his soft dark hair was still a bit mussed up from her hands, but he was still a sight to behold. She felt as if she could feel his emotions, well after all, they were eternally connected. They were one. Blue eyes locked on blue. His aura was calling to her, stroking her flames and guiding her to her peak. The dance was picking up. His pace began to quicken. The tempo changed. They were both so close…
Then, it hit them both like a hurricane. A cataclysmic fury of unbelievable proportions that rocked them to the core. The feeling was like being on cloud nine and beyond. Her walls clenched around his length she coated him with her essence whilst he emptied his seed into her. Screaming out each others names in the heat of the moment.
Her eyes closed with pleasure, her head rolled back and she arched up before falling limply back on the bed. He then collapsed on top of her, eyes dilated and whispering crude little compliments and promises of acts to come against her neck as he dotted her with more butterfly kisses here and there. He nuzzled her neck and she sighed in approval. He pulled her into his arms and closed his eyes briefly. She was superb…a real minx.
"Now tell me…did you miss me?" she asked quietly, a smile of satisfaction spreading across her gorgeous face, which definitely had that after-sex-glow.
Damon furrowed his brow and pursed his lips before speaking. It wasn't easy for Damon to admit his feelings to anyone. Even her. "What do you think?"
"I don't think. I know that you did miss me. You missed me painfully." she teased as she kissed his neck.
Who would have thought, that Damon Salvatore would express feelings openly without any objection. He looked down at her and felt, dare he say it, smitten. He forgot the effect that this enchanting woman could have on him. Even when she was a human, she was still alluring and seductive, but that intensified after he turned her. He was so caught up in this moment. If he were to stay with Scarlett, they would be a hot vampire power couple. He smirked at the thought of what they could accomplish together nowadays. His thoughts were interrupted by Scarlett breaking away from his embrace.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"My in-ground Jacuzzi calls to me, and after that, well, I'm terribly hungry," she got up and slipped into a glamorous white satin robe that was layed out on a nearby chaise, "In the meantime would you mind fetching some champagne from downstairs?"
Damon sat up in the bed as he watched her walk into the adjoining bathroom. He heard her running the water and he got up to go get her the champagne she requested. He was in the kitchen and opened the refrigerator only to see three bottles of Dom Perignon. That Scarlett was just so extravagant. He grabbed a bottle and two flutes from off the counter and headed back upstairs. Wait, since when do I do this? he thought to himself. Was Damon Salvatore whipped?
Upon entering the bedroom, Damon was overwhelmed by the scent of primrose and vanilla. It smelt simply divine. He wandered into the bathroom where he was greeted by the sight of Scarlett, in all her naked glory, in her in-ground tub, covered up to her chest by bubbles. There were simple white pillar candles everywhere and she had rose petals in the bathtub. Everything Scarlett did seemed like it was perfectly choreographed, but that's just the way she was. Everything had to be over the top and perfect.
Her auburn locks were gathered into a bun atop her head and she had her head tilted back and her eyes shut. For a moment, Damon thought she was asleep, but then she spoke.
"Champagne, please" she requested calmly. Damon hesitated for a moment before popping the bottle and pouring her a glass and handing it to her. She smiled to herself as she sipped the bubbly drink. She was definitely pleased with herself that she had Damon wrapped around her pretty little finger, "Care to join?"
"I thought you'd never ask. You just can't resist me, can you?" he asked smugly, trying to regain the upper hand.
He was only wearing his boxers and his jeans, which he didn't bother to zip or button up when he got out of the bed, so undressing was easy. He sunk into the hot water on the opposite side of the tub, facing her. It was more like a full on hot tub rather than a personal bath tub. It reminded him of Tony Montana's soaker tub in the movie Scarface.
"You know, Scar, I could really use a backrub right now. You tired me out," he smirked as he turned around so that his back was now facing her.
Scarlett rolled her eyes and moved a bit closer to him. She put her hands on his strong shoulders and began to massage gently at first before deepening her motions and earning a few satisfied groans from her vampire lover. They took turns washing each other before getting out and getting ready.
Scarlett, clad in only her white satin robe, sat at her vanity table and applied makeup to the canvas that was her flawless white skin, "Damon, darling, almost ready?" she called over her shoulder in the direction of the bathroom, where Damon was.
He yelled to her that he was. Her eyes perked up when she heard the sound of a phone vibrating. Her sight turned to the direction of her bed, where Damon's leather jacket lay. With her quick vampire speed, she was extracting his phone from a pocket as he stood in the doorway of the bathroom and looked at her in shock as she held his Blackberry.
"Well, would you look at that. Miss Gilbert called…" she pressed a button with a perfectly manicured crimson fingernail, "Shall we call her back?"
"Scarlett, don't you dare" his face was now only an inch from hers. His expression was pure fury, which of course was amusing for Scarlett. As much as she loved him, she also loved to torment him, just as he loved to torment her.
"Fine." she said flatly as she dropped the phone from the bed, "I'm still very hungry, how bout we go find something to eat, shall we?"
Damon smirked as he shrugged on his jacket. He sat on the bed and watched as Scarlett disappeared into her closet, undoubtedly finding something sexy and fabulous to wear out.