Author's note: Here is the smutty part I left out last chapter. Enjoy and review!


Damon's lips were crushing hers, his whole body pressing her against that door full force. His tongue was entering her mouth before she even had a chance to register the kiss. Still she waited for something to happen, but the only pain she felt was the ache to touch Damon everywhere and every way possible. His hands went down her body, cupping her bottom and raising her up. Josephine quickly crossed her legs behind his back to keep her balance. She dragged his torn shirt down his shoulders to reveal more naked skin and well-shaped muscles. Then she tried to undo bis belt buckles, which took a little bit more time than supposed to. Her fingers where shaking from the caressing his mouth gave her collarbone and sensitive nipples. When he dragged his teeth along her shoulders she gasped for air, even more by the time she finally had Damon's jeans pushed over his firm bum and an impressive erection rubbed against her legs through the fabric of his silk boxer-briefs.

She felt she was letting go, giving in to the pleasure his kisses and touches were causing her body. But she couldn't let that happen. Fully opening her eyes again she freed herself of his grip around her waist and pushed him away.
Damon shot her an annoyed look, still breathing heavily: "Seriously?"
But when he saw she was slowly taking her pants off while keeping her eyes on his all the time, he relaxed. Josephine revealed black lacy panties and very well-trained legs. As those panties went off as well Damon unconciously licked his lips. He dashed forward again to have her right then and there, but she raised her index finger and pointed to the couch: "Sit!"
Normally he didn't like being bossed around, especially not by his sleeping partners, but funnily enough he obeyed without arguing. He slumped down on the couch, crossed his arms behind his head and gave her his best come-on smile.

Josephine interally smirked: Who would have thought she'd ever act out like this? If anyone had told her before that she would decide how to have sex with a vampire, that she'd slowly roll down his boxer-briefs and go down on him until he couldn't bear it any longer and let out deep groans of extasy - she would have called them crazy.
But here she was, Damon absent-mindedly stroked her hair, while she gave him the best blowjob she ever had given. She was really beginning to enjoy herself and him being under her thumb. She could see beads of perspiration forming on his wonderfully defined abs, he was pretty close.
With one hand she touched herself. She was dripping wet and ready to go for him.
"Oh, please don't stop! Fuck..." Damon moaned when she let go of his cock.
In one fluid motion Josephine got up from her knees and straddled him, shoving his hard length deep inside her, before Damon even knew it.
Without wanting to she gasped at the sensation of feeling him inside of her. At first she only moved slowly until she had adjusted to his size, but then it was like a rush. Damon's warm hands were all over her hot body and he seemed to know all the right buttons to press to get her going. Josephine rode him harder and more demanding, but she really had to try hard to keep looking him into the eyes. All the time Damon kept that firm look on her face as well. It was sexy and exited her even more.
At some point Josephine bit her lip to keep from screaming with pleasure. Maybe Stefan and Elena still were next door...
When Damon noticed he dug his fingers even deeper into her skin:
"I thought you said you where a screamer, Josephine!" he breathed into her neck, before he bit down there. He didn't draw any blood, still it finally pushed Josephine over the edge. His warm breath on her ears made her weak and she found herself moaning into his shoulder. For a moment there weren't any thoughts in her head, just blissful extasy. Still riding him through her first orgasm she took his face into her hands, finding his lips with hers and groaning into his mouth: "Oh Damon...oooohhhh, shit". She took him with her, rode him home mercilessly until he came with a soft grunt, pressing her body to his until she thought she'd get smashed. Their breathing sounded harsh in the exhaustion of the aftermath. Josephine pulled free while Damon still seemed numb from their exertions.


When Josephine got home she had to face Matt, looking glum and being not too happy with her leaving the house for so long. But she brushed him off, complaining it was none of his business and closed the door to her room behind her with a loud thud. She knew she was being unfair, but right now she was tired and worn out and again confused.
Josephine lay down on the bed that had once belonged to Matt's dead sister Vicky (every time she was aware of that it somehow gave her the creeps), and stared up at the ceiling.
She had left Damon with a playful smile on her lips, saying something like: "I guess, I'll see you 'round," and he didn't stop her. He'd been watching her with that inscrutable look on his face. Either he still wanted to kill her or just do it all over again or he didn't care.
Josephine felt a laugh bubbling up in her throat. At first she tried to resist the urge, but she found she couldn't. Suddenly she was laughing out loud. First a deep, throaty laugh, that quickly turned into a hysterical one. She turned onto her stomach to muffle the sounds into her cushions. She'd fucking slept with a vampire! She lived in a town full of werewolves, witches and Original vampires - anyone from home would sent her into a closed institution if she told them about it.
Thank God she wasn't allowed to talk to anyone anyway. At that point her laughing had turned into crying.


Damon couldn't stop thinking about that hot library encounter. The heavy breathing, her skin on his skin, the taste of her lips, the way she had felt so damn right to him. And yet, it probably had been a bad idea to give in to that insane passion. Like a drug addict this one-day-stand had satisfied his needs for a couple of hours and now he only wanted more. Damon almost couldn't bear the emptiness that stretched inside of him since she had left. But if he gave in to this right now he soon would be following her around like a puppy, yapping at her side. He was disgusted with this image and yet he knew he didn't have the resistance to set his feelings aside completely.

Maybe he just had to have her once again - his way this time.