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Promise Me This~Damon Salvatore~Ch. 7

~I Love How You Walk With Your Hands In Your Pockets~

"So D, What do you want to do today?" Abby asked, sitting up in his bed as he walked out of the bathroom in a pair of tight black leather pants and no shirt. His hair was still damp from the shower.

He walked over to his dresser, looking for a shirt. Turning to face her, a smirk formed on his lips as he responded with, "The same thing we do every day Pinky, try and take over the world."

Abby laughed, throwing off the blanket and getting to her feet, stretching her arms over her head. She had borrowed Damon's black button down shirt to sleep in that night, and when she raised her arms over her head, he could see her blood red, boy short underwear perfectly.

Damon quickly turned away from her, visions of his dream running through his head.

He realized then, he meant what he'd told her in the dream, he had wanted her since the first night they met. He'd not only wanted her for her sweet, intoxicating blood, but he'd been insanely attracted to her physically as well. He wanted her more than he'd wanted anyone in all his years…

And that scared him.

She was Elena's cousin. Elena who he was in love with…

But he wasn't really. Not anymore. As crazy as it seemed, the more time he spent with Abby the more he realized he wanted her more. What he'd felt for Elena was like nothing compared to the pull he felt for Abby. He even hated being away from her for more than a couple of hours, it was like he had to be near her…

But he was afraid to be near her. He was afraid it would end just like the dream if he ever let things get physical. He was worried he wouldn't be able to stop himself if he ever got a taste of her.

Plus, there was the whole, 'I'm a Vampire, Ask me how!' he was constantly trying to hide from her…

How would she react when she finally figured it out?

Would she run away? Would she scream? Call him a monster?

He'd been called far worse in his time, but the thought of Abby calling him such, of her being afraid of him…It hurt him more than he could bring himself to admit.

Pulling on a white t-shirt, Damon turned back around to face Abby.

She was pulling her faded blue jeans from the night before back on.

He watched as she buttoned them, leaving on his borrowed shirt.

She looked good in it.

"Do you care if I wear this?" She asked, giving the shirt a little pull. "I got ketchup on mine at work last night."

Damon smiled, "Not at all. It looks good on you."

Abby bit her lip, looking down at her bright blue painted toe nails so he couldn't see her blush. His compliments always did that to her.

"If you want we can run by Jenna's and you can get some clean clothes before we go out and do…whatever it is we're doing today."

Abby smiled, giving him a nod. "That'd be great actually." she agreed.

Damon watched as she slipped her feet into her shoes and then slipped her hands in her pockets.

"Ready?"

Damon nodded, motioning for her to lead the way.

x-X-x

Damon flopped down on Elena's bed, resting his hands behind his head as he watched Abby dig through her bag on the floor for something clean to wear.

After a few minutes, She settled on a royal purple spaghetti strap top, and the pair of fitted black bells Damon seemed to enjoy so much, then headed into the bathroom to change.

Once dressed, she grabbed her brush off the sink and walked back out into the bedroom. "I'll only be a few more minutes." She promised, as she began brushing out her hair.

Damon shrugged, liking to watch her groom herself.

She gave him a small smile, turning and heading back into the bathroom.

"Jeez!" Abby squeaked a few moments later, after she'd pulled out her makeup bag from the bottom cabinet.

Damon was now standing behind her, watching.

"I hate when you sneak up on me!" She declared, playfully throwing a cotton ball at him.

Damon chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the counter. "I just enjoy watching you primp for me."

"Who says I'm primping for you?" She asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Aren't you?" He asked, smirking.

Abby shrugged. "Maybe." She conceded. "Or, maybe I'm primping for that sexy Tyler Lockwood fellow." She through out, knowing it would wipe that smirk off Damon's lips. She knew Damon didn't like Tyler. Especially when Tyler had flirted with her at work a few nights ago in front of him.

Just as Abby had predicted, the smirk on Damon's lips fell and a low growl escaped.

Abby chuckled, shaking her head as she pulled out her liner and began tracing her eyes in black. "Don't worry, D." She said, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "Its all for you. It's always all for you." she finished in a near whisper.

The irritation on Damon's face faded into a smile as he continued to watch her, not saying another word.

After putting on some purple eye shadow, she then used some black to smoke out the outer corners of her eyes.

Just as she was putting her lip gloss on she heard Jenna's voice downstairs, calling her name.

"Upstairs!" Abby called, putting a lid on her gloss and slipping it into her pocket.

Damon smiled, watching her as she once again slipped her hands into her pockets and started walking out of the room. He loved watching her do that, not really sure why. Something about that little gesture was just so, Abby.

"I got an interesting phone…" Jenna started, walking into the bedroom but stopped when she saw Damon standing there, smirking. "Call." she finished, looking from Damon to Abby and back again. "Damon, what are you doing here?"

Damon shrugged, moving to sit down on Elena's bed beside Abby who was pulling on a pair of black, short heeled ankle boots. "Abby and I are going to hang out on her day off."

Jenna turned her attention to Abby, concern showing on her face though she was trying not to be obvious in front of Damon. "You two have been spending an awful lot of time together." She commented.

"Yes, well, friends do that." Abby told her, giving her a lifted eyebrow.

Why did everyone in Mystic Falls seem to have an issue with Damon? Was he really that much of an asshole to everyone who wasn't her?

"Friends, huh?" Jenna was looking back and forth between the two now.

"You were saying something about a phone call?" Abby asked, trying to get Jenna back on track.

"Oh, right." Jenna started, giving her head a little shake as if to clear it before turning her attention back to Abby. "I guess we can talk about it when you get home later. Just don't stay out too late tonight, okay?"

Abby nodded. "Sure thing, Jenna." She replied with a smile.

Jenna smiled as well, before turning and walking out of the room.

Abby turned to Damon, "Should I be worried?"

Damon shrugged, getting to his feet. "Ready to go, my lady?" he asked, holding out his hand for her.

Abby smiled, Slipping her hand into his. "Ready and willing, kind sir." She replied, letting him lead her out of the room and out of the house.

x-X-x

"I lost my teddy bear, can I sleep with you?" Abby asked, walking down the street with her arm wrapped around Damon's. They'd went to see a movie and were now heading to the grill to eat, while playing their usual pickup line game. It was a wonder the two had any left to use, they'd played the game so many times lately.

"I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over there. So I am going to need your name and number for insurance purposes." Damon replied, resting his head on hers and taking in a whiff of her hair.

Abby chuckled, "Be Unique and Different, Say yes!"

"If beauty was time, you'd be eternity." Damon replied, giving her a smile as she pulled out of his grasp and moved to stand against the side of a brick building.

They were only a few stores down from the grill but she wasn't ready to go inside and sit just yet.

Damon stood in front of her, his hands on her arms as he looked into her eyes.

"Your lips look lonely…Would they like to meet mine?" Abby asked quietly, hoping he would close the short distance between their lips.

Damon smiled, his hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind Abby's ear. "When God made you, he was showing off."

"I've been trying to see some stars tonight, but how can I when you are shining so bright?"

Damon's smile grew a little brighter, and just as he was opening his mouth to respond, Abby leaned up and pressed her lips to his. She was afraid if she waited any longer she would loose her nerve and she wanted Damon to know how she felt. She needed him to know.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his a little closer. After a moment, she realized he wasn't kissing back and her heart stopped. She could feel the traitorous tears welling up in her eyes and she hadn't even opened them yet.

She'd never wanted anyone like this in all her life, so of course he wouldn't want her back. That's was just how things worked for her…

Just as she started to pull back she felt Damon's hands wrap around her waist and his lips start pressing back against hers.

She nearly cried in disbelief!

Damon was kissing her back!

Damon wanted her too!

Abby couldn't stop the smiled from pulling at her lips as she kissed him back, harder.

After a moment, Damon broke the kiss, but didn't pull away. Instead he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed as he took in a few deep breaths, trying to clear his head from his Abby fog.

Granted, standing that close to her didn't really help him clear away the high of her scent, but he couldn't bare to pull away completely. Not yet. Not when he knew his next words would most likely send her far away from him...but he had to say it. He knew he did. He wouldn't be the end of her, he wouldn't let his dream become a reality. He couldn't.

So, taking in a deep-almost shaky-breath, Damon forced his eyes to open and he pulled his head away from her. "I'm sorry, Abby…" He whispered, looking into her beautiful eyes and wishing he didn't have to say those words…or the words to come next…