I'm Not Emotionless

A/N: Sequel to the popular, I Don't Sparkle, on my profile. This takes place after episode 3x17 but the plot is not very relevant to the fic. This is only a short drabble.

I don't know why I was at the Salvatore house. It was dark and dank and whenever I was here, I was sure to run into either Damon or Stefan. I didn't want to see either of them but I decided seeing Damon would be less of a burn. So when I ran smack into his chest I breathed a sigh of relief as his lips curled up into a smirk.

"Elena," He said with a curt nod. He brushed past me and plopped onto the leather chair in the sitting room. His nose buried into a book that had been in his hands.

"Oh god not that thing again," I moaned as my eyes glazed over the horrid chess pieces on the front of the black cover. "I thought you hated that book!"

Damon pushed the book down from his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I have this tick, you see," He started. "Where I have to finish a book after I start it and no matter how incredibly horrid this piece of shit is, I cannot function until I find out if the Volturri are going to kill Renesmee."

I choked out a laugh. "Ren-what?"

Damon smirked. "Your demon spawn baby with yours truly," He winked at me and I almost barfed.

"I don't know what you're talking about but I am most certainly not what's-her-face," I said as Damon quirked his eyebrow. "Bella!"

"Well I've been thinking about that," Damon said as he clamped the book shut and set it on the side table. He stood up and stalked over to me. I crossed my arms defiantly across my chest. He was too close for comfort and I was beginning to feel an itch in my side.

"Bella is rather emotionless," Damon drawled. "I'm going to have to run a few tests to see if you can personify such a daft character."

My eyes went wide. "Damon, what are-"

His finger pressed over my lips as he chided me. "Try to remain absolutely blank," He whispered. His hands went to my hair and they started to sift it through his fingers. He brought it up to his nose an inhaled before winking at me again.

I scowled but Damon tsk-ed me. "Placid," He reminded softly. His face edged closer and lower to mine; so close that I could feel his warm breath tickling my neck just above my vein.

My eyes began to flutter shut but I fought to remain still. He will not win, he will not win, he will not-oh! His lips were gently pressing against my neck. They dipped lower and lower, skimming along my collarbone before making their way back up.

My eyes clamped shut as I let out a shaky breath. I felt his breath ghost over my lips and a shudder raced through my body. My head started to move on its own. There was a whoosh and suddenly I was left in the presence of cold air.

"Definitely Bella," Came Damon's drawl from the kitchen. "Immune to the prowess of Edward."

A/N: Short and sweet! Review please! Scar Memoirs update as soon as possible!

~The Lovely Zee