"We've already gone on a date," Felicity told Lucien when he was bold enough to call her at home. "What more do you want?"

"I could give you a list," Lucien replied. "Do you really want to hear it?"

"No, that was a rhetorical question," Felicity told him. "What in the hell would make you so insane as to call me at home? What would you have done if my father had picked up?"

"I would have tried my best to convince him I wasn't so bad," Lucien said easily. "What else?"

"Yeah, okay," Felicity agreed. "Now, tell me what you called for? Date number two?"

"Yes," Lucien agreed. "You could pay this time. I asked Amy and she told me about the delightful idea that women pay for things today."

"Oh, all right," Felicity sighed. "I hope you don't have your heart set on going anywhere fancy. Do you?"

"Well, what sort of other places are there to go?" Lucien asked.

"I'll show you," Felicity smiled. "Just you wait."

She waited until Adrian went away for the weekend and then drove over to Klaus and Amy's;

"Well, here I am again!" She announced when he opened the door and there she was. "I'll take you to get fast food, and then we can go see a movie!"

"As delightful as that sounds, I don't really want to do the same thing we've already done," Lucien told her as he took steps toward her.

"Okay, fine," Felicity told him, flipping her blonde hair. "If you're gonna reject my ideas, you better have a good one of your own."

"I can assure you I do," Lucien said, putting his cold hand in hers. "Is your father home right now?"

"No," Felicity shook her head. "He's left for the weekend. Why would…oh, for heaven's sake!" She cried. "No!"

"Why not?" Lucien asked. "You don't seem like the sort who's saving yourself for marriage." He took her in his arms. "Come on, Kitten. Why wouldn't it work? It's not like I'm asking you to marry me or anything."

"Good, because if that was the case, I would say 'No' for sure," Felicity replied. Then her mind began to wander, memories of his naked self in her bedroom mirror. She could do worse. "On the other hand…you're not asking for a lot of my time. Just a night, right? That's doable."

"It just touches me how enthusiastic you are about every romantic evening I want to plan," Lucien told her. "But as long as I get what I want, I don't care."

They got in the car and headed to Adrian's. Parking the car in the driveway, they headed inside and Lucien began to head in the direction of where he believed the bedrooms were, but Felicity ran after him.

"Wait, come here!"

"What?" Lucien whined. "What do we have to do now?"

"I just thought we should get a drink first," Felicity replied. "But if you want to spend as little time with me as possible, that's-"

"No, no!" Lucien shook his head. "If that's how you're thinking, I'm all right with it!"

They both sat down at the table after getting a bottle of red wine, poured glasses for each other, toasted, drank it, and then when Felicity stood up to take it away, he said, "No, let's keep it to take to bed with us. It could make things interesting."

"All right," Felicity smiled and beeped his nose. "Lucky for you, I can hold my alcohol."

"I knew you could," he told her. "That's why I suggested it in the first place."

"Oh," Felicity giggled. "Good.

They then made their way to the bedroom with the bottle and Felicity said, "You know what? Let's play a game. How about we tell one another things about each other and then have a drink?"

"Sounds good to me," Lucien replied. They passed the bottle back and forth, asking each other questions like, "What's your favorite color?" and "Did you have a pet when you were little?" When that bottle was empty, Lucien asked if she was ready to go to bed.

"Not yet," Felicity shook her head. "Let's get another bottle." She got up, stumbled to the kitchen, then came back, falling in the bedroom doorway. "Oops," she said. "I fell down. Take the bottle so it doesn't break."

Lucien took the half-empty bottle, and then watched with a smile on his face as she stripped down and stood naked in front of him.

"Now it's your turn," she said, pulling at his belt and the waist of his pants. "Now you get naked."

"Well, how can I refuse a request like that?" Lucien asked. He stripped down and was about to kick his pants away when he slipped on them and fell into Felicity's arms, kissing her deeply and then pushing her onto the bed, kissing her furiously.

"Oh, don't be gentle," she told him as he kissed down her torso. "I like it rough."

"All right," Lucien replied with a smile. He bit her, swallowed her screams with a kiss, and then ran his hands over her body, scratching her stomach with his nails and licking up the blood from the shallow cuts before biting his wrist and smearing the blood on the inside of her thighs and slowly licking it off before moving upward and making Felicity gasp.

"Come inside me!" She demanded. "Do it now!"

Looming over her, his eyes lit up and wicked, he kissed her again before burying himself inside her and making her scream his name over and over again as he twisted his fingers in her long blonde hair.

"I think we should go," Davina said as she tried to pull Thomas away from his constant vigil at Charlotte's grave. "If this did anything to help your grieving process, that would be one thing, but it doesn't. How long will this go on before you stop punishing yourself?"

Thomas turned to glare at her, stood up, and gave her a slap on the face. "If you don't want to be here, then you don't have to be here," he said. "You're the one who wanted to come along when I told you specifically that this was something I wanted to do alone."

"I came because your mother asked me to, Thomas," Davina told him firmly. "She's worried about you. She thinks something is really wrong."

"No," Thomas snapped, lying down on the grave and pulling a blanket over himself as it started to rain. "I'm fine. Nothing's wrong. Like I said, go home."

"Fine," Davina sighed. "If you want to make yourself sick, that's your right, I guess." But once his eyes were closed, she got down on her knees and kissed him before getting up, disappearing, and going back to Kai and Victoria's, making a stop at Amelia and Andrew's along the way to tell them where he was and the state he was in in case they would be able to help him in a way that she couldn't.

"Well, look at you," Samantha told her as Davina appeared at home and walked back to her room. "You look like a drowned rat."

"I just…I was with Thomas," Davina told her. "It's the right thing to do. He needs me."

"I hope he returns the favor when he's in his right mind again," Samantha smirked. "Maybe he could take you to bed. Make it so you're not a virgin anymore."

Davina was about to respond to that, but heard a noise that distracted her. "What's that?" She asked.

"Nothing," Samantha replied lightly. "Goodbye." She shut the door rather abruptly and then Stefan sat up, frowning.

"What were you doing?" He asked grumpily as she came over to nibble on his ear. "I'm doing a stupid and dangerous thing coming here. The least you could do is not take my time and give it to someone else."

"Oh, I know, you big baby," Samantha replied, taking off the bathrobe she wore. Then she joined him in bed, kissed him, and then straddled him. "Even though you're whining and I hate that, I'll make it worth your while."

"How?" Stefan asked, bringing her wrist to his mouth and giving it a slight bite, not deep enough to break the skin. "Cause I have ideas of my own."

"You do?" Samantha laughed. "Why don't you just do them? I won't mind."

"Well, if I try too hard, I'll kill you, won't I?" Stefan asked.

"You could," Samantha nodded and leaned down so that her long hair was tickling his nose and he sneezed.

"Sorry," he apologized as she made a gagging noise.

"It doesn't matter," she said with a sigh. "But you have to bite me now."

Stefan obliged and to his surprise, she was smiling widely the whole time. When he thought he'd taken enough, he released her wrist and watched with fascination as she licked the blood off and then smiled. "It's good," she said with approval. "No wonder you like it so much." She then leaned down to kiss him as he chuckled, and zapped handcuffs on him to restrain him as she rode him hard, chuckling at every sound that came out of his mouth until she felt a little woozy.

"Wow," she said and lay down beside him. "That was weird."

"Were things spinning?" Stefan asked and bit his wrist. "You need blood to make up for what I took."

"All right," she nodded, drinking much longer than he felt she needed to.

"You're really weird," he told her after he was able to detach her and he licked all the blood off her mouth.

"Good," she smiled proudly. "Glad you think so. I hope that doesn't scare you off. Cause that's what I was going for."

"Interesting," he remarked and played with her dark hair. "When can we do this again?"