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What We've Lost
Part II: Trust
If I say who I know it just goes to show
You need me less than I need you
Take it from me
We don't give sympathy
You can trust me - trust nobody
But I said you and me
We don't have honesty
The things we don't want to speak
I'll try to get out but I never will
Traffic is perfectly still
-The Fray, "Trust Me"
Katherine kept her eyes locked on Damon's as she said, "It looks like neither one of us kept our promises."
Damon scoffed, trying to contain the emotion that threatened to give him away. "You hardly deserved what I offered you and gave you in 1864 – especially concerning the part where you were fucking my brother and God-only-knows who else." He looked down at her holding his hand, shaking his head and sighing. "What do you want, Katherine? I don't have the energy for games..." He tried to pull his hand away but she held on to it tightly. He hated the fact that she could over power him so easily.
She leaned closer to him, pulling his body slightly toward hers. "I'm sorry." Her eyes were soft, for once, as she stared at the blindingly handsome man before her. She could only imagine how much he hated her, but for some reason, that did not stop her from pursuing him.
Damon summoned all of his strength and managed to pull his hand away this time. He could feel his skin prickling uncomfortably; he felt like he was on fire with both rage and confusion. "You're sorry?" he snapped, arching a dark eyebrow. "After one hundred and forty-five years, you're sorry? You ruined my entire life - my entire existence, mortal and immortal, Katherine. You lied to me, stole from me, and cheated me. A simple 'I'm sorry' is never going to erase what you've done. If you were 'sorry,' you wouldn't have come back to Mystic Falls in the first place to taunt me!"
She folded her hands in her lap and looked up at him. "If my words mean so little to you, then why are you so upset?" she asked him quietly.
"Because you – among others – have told me time and again that it's – and I quote – 'always going to be Stefan.' That's, why, Katherine. It's been made perfectly clear throughout my entire, angry existence who the number one choice is, and you've certainly only emphasized this thought with each encounter we've had since your unfortunate return." Damon turned his head away from her, looking stubbornly to the side. "Now go away. I have work to do and more important things to focus on."
Katherine leaned in close again and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Damon, when I said I never loved you..."
His mouth twitched. "What, Katherine? Actually, you know what – forget it." He easily jumped off his bed and made a move to leave the room, but in an instant, he found himself slammed up against the wall, gasping softly as a sliver of pain went up his shoulder. He struggled against her, trying to free himself, but she had nearly four centuries on him, so his attempts were in vain.
"I wasn't finished," Katherine hissed in his ear, gripping him tightly.
"I swear to all that is high and mighty –'' Damon began to threaten. He didn't get the chance to finish the thought, though, because Katherine's mouth collided with his in a rough, bruising kiss. He made the mistake of opening his mouth wider, to tell her to get the hell off of him, but that only caused her to deepen it – tongue on tongue, teeth scraping teeth, and the harsh bite on his bottom lip with blunt teeth.
When Katherine finally pulled away from him, she wasn't smirking in satisfaction; instead, she was looking at him with raw, unfiltered passion. "When I said I never loved you, I was lying, Damon. It was a fucking lie. I said it to hurt you, to get under your skin, so I could get what I wanted at the time."
Damon was shaking his head, running his tongue over his bottom lip as it swelled. "Once a liar, always a liar," he snarled. "How can I ever believe a word that you say?" He panted heavily, trying to ignore the fact that her kiss had ignited a fierce fire in the pit of his belly.
"If I'm such a liar, why do you think I remember this?" Katherine growled softly, loosening her grip on him, pressing her body close to his. For a moment, as she met his eyes, she saw the Damon of 1864 lingering there, unsure and a little excited. She placed one of her hands on the side of his head and tilted it, exposing the expanse of his neck. She lowered her mouth to it and brushed her lips over his rapidly accelerating pulse. She could feel him tense, as if waiting for her to bite, but she didn't. Instead, she trailed soft, breathy kisses over the spot and smiled secretly to herself when she felt him shiver.
Katherine leaned over Damon's naked body, pressing her own close to his. "Tell me," she began softly, lazily stroking his arm, "where is it you enjoy being kissed?"
He looked up at her, slightly puzzled, before a mischievous grin lit up his face. "Oh, I'm sure you know, darling." He wiggled his hips beneath her to prove a point.
Katherine giggled and smacked his arm. "I am being completely serious, Damon. Where does my mouth feel good – other than there?" She rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling at him, lifting her hand up to touch his face, tracing the tip of her index finger over his lips.
Damon thought for a moment before quirking his eyebrow and responding, "Well, I suppose...my neck." He turned a smirk on her. "That is ironic, is it not?"
"Oh, it is," Katherine murmured, touching her lips to it, kissing softly and with care. "The fact that you would so willingly let me kiss you here means that you must have great trust in me, even knowing what I am. Your neck is one of the most vulnerable parts of your body. I shall not betray that trust, my sweet Damon." She moved her lips up along his neck until they touched his earlobe.
Damon sighed softly in pleasure. "You may bite me there if you wish." He turned his blue gaze on her and smiled.
Katherine placed another chaste kiss on his neck. "You're too beautiful to feed on right now," she giggled.
He laughed and flipped them over, his trademark smirk slowly easing onto his features. "Hmm," he said softly, aligning his body with hers. "And you, love...well I could devour you because you're so beautiful." He pressed his lips to hers before sliding into her with ease, causing her to let out a small gasp.
