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Summary: After all is said and done Damon is about to leave, but decides to say goodbye to Elena before he does. It doesn't really go as he thought it would.
AN: Some of you seemed to think adding chapters could be a good idea... and well apparently so did my subconscious 'cause this wasn't what I was about to write at all. I'm pretty sure that report that was due will not be done on time.
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breaking for a bite
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She's been asleep for hours now and he's still driving... and thinking. He's pretty sure by now that once she wakes up she'll yell at him and demand that he take her back. He's not sure he'll be able to, not now that he's got her all to himself. He can't be selfless all the time; it's just not in him.
Her cellphone plays a tune he doesn't recognize and she stirs and answers without opening her eyes. "Hey." She mumbles into the receiver sleepily. "Mhmm." She continues and he tries his best not to eavesdrop. It's rude.
She's laughing and turning to lie on her back with her head still resting on her pillow in his lap. Her hair spills like liquid silk over the pillow when she pulls her hair out of the butterfly-clip. Not even the undead look this beautiful when they wake up despite their obvious advantages. Once her lids flutter open her gaze lingers on his and her full rosy lips slide into an easy smile.
"Sorry. Love you." She rolls her doe eyes despite the person on the other end not being able to see her or maybe that's precisely why she does it. "Bye." She finishes and cuts the call. "We need to stop." Here it comes.
"OK." He says dejectedly and takes the next exit of the highway. At least she isn't yelling and that should count for something, shouldn't it?
As he pulls in to the first gas station in sight she sits up and is out of the car before it comes to a full stop. Well, he'll need to fill the tank for the long drive back... so that's what he does.
When he goes inside to pay he finds her browsing the shelves with a small shopping-basket. Her flimsy excuse for pyjamas instantly makes him painfully hard. He shoots the teenage cashier a deranged and murderous glare. Suddenly the little twerp seems to find the cigarette-stand as fascinating as he found her mere moments ago.
Spotting him she holds up some sort of bottle he thinks might be shampoo. "Smell this." She demands and he can't help but comply. It has nothing to do with being whipped, he's just curious by nature.
He is.
He wrinkles his nose at the artificial vanilla scent. Is he supposed to tell her what he thinks or just smell the damn thing? "I don't like it." He says watching her for a reaction. He did good, right?
She distractedly takes another whiff and then closes the the bottle with a click and shrugs. Putting the custard coloured bottle back with it's friends before she moves on.
He still doesn't quite know what to do because she still isn't saying much of anything. He isn't used to it. He almost wishes she'd yell at him... just a little bit.
Once she's apparently done she saunters up to the register where the pimply little squeak is trying his hardest not to look at her while he's looking at her. Job well done he reckons.
He notes that she's working hard to get some cavities. "My purse." She says looking bewildered and a little sheepish. "Ops." Damn she's adorable.
He smirks. This he knows how to do. "Number 3 and whatever the lady wants." He produces his very rare coloured credit-card.
The boys eyes bug out and now it's him he's staring at.
She snickers before reaching up on her tiptoes to bestow his cheek with a feather-light kiss. "Thanks." He thinks he could get used to this.
She runs back to the car and dives under her pastel coloured quilt and he wonders why she hasn't yelled at him yet. She really is wearing next to nothing.
"So." He says trying to think of something brilliant to say.
She purses her lips and studies him. "So?"
Since brilliance is escaping him at the moment he simply says. "Where to?" If she says home he might just have to stake himself.
Her dark brows knit together almost making a single line. "Where are we?" She counters as if she's Dorthy and she's mistaken him for Toto. Well they're not in Kansas any more, that's for sure.
He shrugs nonchalantly. "Does it matter?" She better not notice how much he's freaking out.
Giggling sweetly she cups his face with both hands and gives the tip of his nose the tiniest of kisses. "Breakfast." She says instead of answering his question... although perhaps she just did.
He knows that he's wearing a goofy grin and that his mind has wandered to a place it has no business being, but he can't seem to muster up enough bitterness to care. What's the deal with that?
Right. She just kissed him again.
He doesn't need to drive far for breakfast, in fact he pretty much just crosses the street. Looking at her as she's about to exit the car he realizes that he doesn't want anyone else to see her like this. Her tan legs are so very long, her curves are all in the right places and her breasts are perfect fucking handfuls, not to mention her delicious soft olive skin.
It's possessive and backwards, but he wants to be the only one who gets to see her like this. For once he needs to be selfish when it comes to her because he might just loose his mind otherwise, BUT he's sneaky so he says. "It's cold."
Suddenly her pert bottom is in his face. She's bent at the waist over the front seat and is scrounging around in her duffel. He thinks he might just die.
She clearly has no idea just what effect she has on him because she's wiggling her hips... in-his-face. The only thing that might drive him more crazy is if she would do just that in his lap. He's pretty damn sure THAT is NEVER going to happen. She may have left everyone to come with him, but she's been very clear on the subject before.
Despite his thought pattern and better judgement he realizes that his body has an entire other set of ideals. His hands have made their way to either side of her wiggling hips and seem to be trying to steady her or maybe make her move even more. He isn't sure because his brain and body aren't communicating at the moment.
Her head pops up and she's looking straight at him. "Did you need something?" She inquires as if he isn't groping her from behind.
He smirks, but doesn't seem to be able to retract his hands from her ass. "No." Being slapped is so going to be worth it this time.
"OK." She smiles and slides out of his hands and into her seat holding a pair of blue yoga-pants and a grey hoodie. She doesn't slap him even a little bit.
She surprises him by slipping out of her pyjama shorts unabashedly giving him a free viewing of her lacy red panties. As his eyes widen and his mouth goes dry he wonders if he accidentally compelled her though his vivid erotic dreams at some point. Is that even possible?
"I hope they have cinnamon toast." She says slipping on her pants and zipping up the hoodie. "I could really go for some cinnamon toast."
He blinks repeatedly because that's the only thing he seems to be able to do. He thinks he might be in chock.
When he doesn't follow she opens the door and slides back into the car. "Did you need to have a... drink first?" She looks a bit uncertain and he just can't seem to process why.
"Huh?" That's what he actually says because... seriously...
Her lower lip is firmly in place between her pearlies as she searches his face. "You didn't bring blood bags." She finally says breaking the silence.
Well, no he didn't. He hadn't planned this; her coming with him and holding him accountable for his monstrous ways. He shakes his head slowly never dropping her gaze.
She purses her lips into a tiny little pout. "Did you need to now?"
God yes, he's starved after all this emotional crap and not understanding anything any more. He doesn't say that though, he just nods.
She's biting her lip again in deep thought and he's sure there's a lecture brewing. He really doesn't have the... anything to take it right now.
"I had some vervain last Wednesday." She says as if that means anything at all.
His dark brows furrow slightly as he studies her curiously. "OK?" Finally he seems to be able to form words once more.
She cocks her head to the side urging him to continue, but he doesn't know what to continue saying. Finally she rolls her eyes and huffs in irritation. "Well?"
Now he's full on frowning and feeling stupid. "What?" He almost flinches because that's the closest his voice has ever sounded to a whine and he really doesn't like it.
He can see that she's trying very hard to suppress the laughter glittering in her eyes. Instead of letting on that she's making him feel stupid he scowls and crosses his arms over his broad chest and glares angrily at her.
Apparently that was a bad move because she's doubled over trying her best to muffle her laughter while wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. He hates that she finds his confusion funny. It's not.
Once her laughter finally subsides, after far too long in his opinion, she grins and slides one leg over to his other side so that she's straddling him.
He's still furious so he just glares at her despite finally having her where he wants her.
She's trying very hard not to laugh again as his scowl deepens and he refuses to utter a sound. She presses a kiss onto his scowling unresponsive lips and he hears the zipper of her hoodie going down. Not too deep down in his mind he hopes she's about to strip down again.
She moves her mouth close to his ear as she sweeps her chocolate curtain of hair over one shoulder. "Aren't you thirsty?" She's pressing her bosom into his crossed arms as she whispers. Is she mad?
Wow, she smells like vanilla and rain and... Oh. Good. God... she's tilting her head just so. If he just stops scowling and dips his head then he could bury his fangs right into where her pulse is dancing just underneath that delicious olive skin of hers.
Once again his body's betraying him as his arms uncross and his hands smooth over her - he knew it - perfect handfuls and slide down her sides. One hand dips down to support the small of her back while the other travels up to tangle it's fingers in her silky mane. He's not scowling any more.
"Don't you want just a little sip?" She teases slipping the hoodie and her top of her shoulder and leaning further into him.
He doesn't need to dip his head any more, her pulse is drumming lightly on his lips making it impossible for his fangs to stay put.
"I trust you." She whispers and that's it.
His teeth penetrate her delicate skin and he moans as the first drops of her touch his tongue. It's better than anything he could ever have imagined. She tastes like... it's something he's never encountered before and he doesn't know what it means, he just knows that it's the best freaking thing he's ever tasted in his very long life.
When he hears her breathy moan in his ear and feels her fingers tangle in his hair so that she can urge him to drink deeper he fears that he might go mad from pleasure. But then she's arching her back and then... "Oh, Damon."... that's what she moans and he's sure he's gone mad now.
He reluctantly pulls away when her heartbeats slows and he has to lean back in his seat to catch his breath. He didn't know it could be like this.
She's pressing a lingering kiss to his lips which no longer can resist her. When he opens his eyes she's gazing down at him in a way she's only done once before; the night before. It still makes him feel odd. His eyes flick down to her blood-smeared lips and he just knows that one day she'll be the most gorgeous creature to walk this earth... for now she's the most beautiful human he's ever seen. Soon though. Soon.
She giggles slightly dazed as she zips her hoodie back up and leans back onto the steering-wheel. She scrunches her nose when she licks the remnants of her own blood from her lips. "Coppery." She says, but he knows that's not really what she tastes like.
She's perfect.
"How did you make it feel like that?" She says with a slight blush and twinkling eyes.
Leave it to his brother to get it wrong. "It's no supposed to hurt." He retorts with a superior smirk.
She rolls her big brown orbs and scoffs. "I know that. I meant how did you make it..." She stops and worries her bottom lip while she searches for the proper word. "... make it feel like I was... ugh, I don't know. I've never felt like that before. Euphoric?"
There's this feeling that starts blooming in his chest at her words. He has no idea what it is and he thinks he might choke on it or maybe even explode. "Euphoric?" He echoes and he can't even muster a suggestive smirk or one of his classic double entendre's.
She smiles and nods before moving off his lap and sitting next to him. "So, how do you do it?" She asks again as she reaches for the door-handle.
He considers her question for a bit and there really isn't an answer for what she's asking. "I didn't." Once they're out of the car he turns to look at her. "You don't taste like anyone else."
She chuckles and smacks his shoulder playfully. "I'm sure." She rolls her eyes clearly thinking he's trying to play her in some way. For once he isn't.
"No, really." He says again slipping a cautious arm around her waist.
She leans into his side and looks up to scrutinize him while they walk inside. "Really? Ste..." She trails off and makes a face.
He thinks he may know what she was about to say. Surely something about his brother never mentioning it. What would he know anyway? The boy prefers squirrels... that's like rather drinking sewage water then bourbon.
She's a well aged wine. No. She's better. She's the first sip of water placed before the thirst.
Divine.
He can't say that though. That would ruin him, she'd walk all over him after that. Besides it's far too sappy for him to admit so he settles for a simple. "Yup." He confirms with a pop of the p for emphasis.
They follow a waitress that seats them at a booth. He's surprised when she slides in next to him instead of across. She still hasn't moved out of his arms.
"... exceptionally good looking couple. How long have the two of you been together?" He hadn't been listening to the elderly waitress now smiling at them and waiting for an answer. Personally, he totally agrees that they would be... if they were a couple that is.
"Not nearly long enough." She answers with pinking cheeks and he barely manages to catch himself before he jumps on the table to do an impromptu happy dance.
The elderly lady chuckles. "Oh honey, I know the feeling. Forty-two years and I still haven't had enough of my Henry." She pulls out her pen and pad readying her for their order. "Now what'll it be my darlings?"
They order eggs, bacon and coffee and she gets her cinnamon toast as well even though it's not on the menu. People just can't help but love her, he should know.
He wants to ask her if they are a couple, but he doesn't really know how without sounding like a needy idiot... you know, like his brother. She'd answered the waitress as if they were. Then again he might just be hearing what he wants to hear. It has happened before.
Surely what she has to say on the subject wont be anything he wants to hear anyway.
Her phone buzzes and she fishes it eagerly out of her purse. She snickers and rapidly starts typing back. If he just moves an inch closer he could read her message.
Oh, that wasn't worth seeing.
Apparently her aunt wants to use chopsticks to remove his vital organs... not that most of them actually are vital. He looses interest when he sees the word butter-knife and... well she wants to aim far lower with it than his heart.
She's going to want to turn back home and he'll have to stay there because after having tasted her, he'll never be able to leave her side again.
"Do you want to go back?" It slips out before he can stop himself.
Her hands that are clasping her phone fall deftly on her lap. "You want to take me back." She dead-pans.
He glances at the phone in her lap. It wasn't a question, but he still responds. "No, but I will if you want me to." He would, but he really doesn't want to.
"I..." She stops before she actually says anything and her eyes are suddenly brimming with tears.
He doesn't do crying. He doesn't know how.
She looks down at her phone and then back up. "Did I do something wrong?" She asks in a shaky voice.
His brows shoot up to his hairline in bewilderment. Where the hell did that come from? "No." He answers carefully. He really doesn't know what he'll do if she starts crying.
She clears her throat and her eyes are so close to overflowing that he daren't breath. "Then why do you want to take me back?"
Well hell. She isn't listening. "I don't." He repeats slowly avoiding sarcasm and snarkiness as best he can.
She sniffles and a voice in the back of his mind tells him to run. He doesn't listen to it. "Then why did you ask?" She says in a very very small voice as she avoids eye-contact.
"Because I thought you wanted to." He states firmly tilting her chin up with his index finger.
She looks back into his eyes and the tears seem to have subsided for the moment. "Why would you think that?" She asks and he suspect that she still thinks something's her fault. It's ridiculous of course.
His eyes flick momentarily to her cell still laying in her lap. "You miss them." He states finally. It's why the question had slipped out. That and the fact that he wants her to be happy... even if it makes him miserable.
"Well, yeah." She says with the tiniest of shrugs. "We both knew that." A little bit of her spunk is coming back. He wonders if maybe she just needs to eat something. She hasn't for a while and he did just deplete some of her...
The food arrives just in time. He was right; she's starving.
She smooths over the whole thing as if they'd never broached the subject. "Where are we going?"
He makes a mental note that he'll have to remember to feed her regularly. "Where would you like to go, kitten?" He says and she flinches.
He can tell that she wants to snap at him for calling her that, she always does and he doesn't know why, but she swallows it down. He doesn't want her to do that. Not with him.
"What's wrong?" He asks because he wont let her get away with not being herself. That's not how they do things.
She avoids his eyes as she mumbles. "Nothing."
He tilts his head to the side and scrutinizes her. "Liar." He pokes her in the ribs playfully when he says it.
She giggles involuntarily. "Damon." She whines and smacks his hand away.
He loves it... really, any way she chooses to say his name; he loves it.
When he simply arches a brow in warning she sighs dramatically and rolls her eyes. "Fine. Stop calling me kitten. I hate it."
He can't help but grin at her. She doesn't do this with anyone but him. Only he gets to see her this way. "Why?" He presses because he knows this'll be fun.
She makes an adorable face that's supposed to convey her disgust. It doesn't. "It reminds me of Katherine."
Oh. That wasn't actually fun.
Now it's his turn to scrunch up his face in disgust. "Why?" He just keeps saying that damned word.
She blinks a couple of times as if she's trying to clear her sight or mind or something. "Kat." She finally says still doing that blinking thing.
"OK." He says sucking a deep breath through his teeth. "Let's never use that term of endearment again." It had never even crossed his mind that the two could be linked so easily together. No wonder she used to snap at him for using it.
She's still staring at him strangely doing her blinking thing as if she's recalibrating her brain or something. If it ain't broken, don't fix it.
He sips his coffee warily. She might go on a murder spree. He doesn't know he's never seen her like this. "You OK, sweetie... honey... babe... darling... cupcake?" He frowns none of them seem to roll of his tongue right. It's what he calls other women; not her; never her.
She frowns right back. "I don't like any of those." She says firmly and goes back to shovelling food in her mouth.
"Princess?" He smirks when her head whips towards him so she can glare properly. "Angel?" He knows she'll hate that one as well. She does.
He's pretty sure she just growled. It was pretty friggin' hot.
He throws his hands up in surrender while he chuckles at her curled upper lip. "OK, OK, I'll stop. I promise love, I'll stop."
As soon as he surrenders she straightens in her seat and her features soften into a dreamy smile. "I like that one." She says and she's looking at him in that way again.
He feels odd and he's apparently grinning. "Which one" He asks after blurting out so many he can't know for sure.
Her smile widens. "The last one."
He doesn't actually remember which one that was. Oh. Oh.
There it is again that feeling blooming out in his chest. He hopes he isn't about to get a heart-attack, he can't... right? "I like I too, love." That one rolls smoothly off his tongue and tastes just right.
She leans towards him with puckered lips as she looks at him from under heavy lids. Just like that he gets to kiss her where everyone can see them. He really likes this part.
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AN: My first ever actual second chapter. Clicketty-clicketty-click the review button please.