Warning: This chapter is rated "M" for Mature audiences. There's a really hot scene with Stefan and Faith in the middle of the story. Skip it if it bothers you. If not, enjoy! :) If you are under 18, PLEASE do NOT read it!
Chapter 9: Belonging
******Los Angeles, Santa Monica Pier******
Spike and Illyria finally arrived at the beach after an ongoing argument that even had Angel being pulled into it. Spike had been more than a little surprised when Illyria voiced her desire to go to the Pier and beach with Damon and his friends. After her altercation with Klaus, Spike didn't think it was a good idea, especially after her sudden announcement about wanting Klaus. He still wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that. Illyria wasn't exactly normal or predictable. The girl spent time communing with plants, so Spike didn't know if her Klaus claim was a joke or not. Nor was he inclined to bring up the subject.
The fight began when she insisted she had to go looking like Fred and not like her normal self. Although he and Angel had seen her imitate Fred when Fred's parents came around, they hated any reminder of how her presence had killed and destroyed the friend they adored. Spike hadn't had a real friend in years. Angel was more like a brother than a friend. He looked up to him, and they fought constantly. However, Fred had been the very first to befriend Spike when he arrived after being unleashed from the pendant. It had been Fred who'd figured out how to save him and make him corporeal again. He owed her his life and had been unable to save hers. Buffy and her friends had tolerated Spike. Joyce Summers and Dawn had been the first two humans to ever be happy to see him. Fred had been the third. The sight of Illyria posing as her enraged the normally calm Spike.
"Change back!" Spike had shouted. His loud shout had brought Angel to investigate. Angel had been taken aback to see Illyria in a revealing two piece. However, he managed to control his reaction.
"Angel, tell her she can't come!" Spike had ordered.
"Angel does not own me," Illyria had said with a haughty sniff. "I want to go. This is the appropriate beach attire. Fred had a suit just like this."
Angel had flinched at her words, but he didn't reply. He looked at Spike. "She wants to go. I'm sure she'll behave," Angel had said.
"I don't bloody care!" Spike had replied.
"How about we negotiate?" Illyria suddenly offered.
"Huh?" Spike had asked in confusion.
"If you allow me to accompany you, I will locate the ancestor of Elena for you," Illyria had said.
Spike blinked. "Katherine? You can find Katherine for me?" Spike had asked in surprise.
Illyria's confidence of her ability to do so had caused Spike to finally give in. Spike had texted Damon when they arrived at the beach and found out they were done with the Pier. Now they were on the beach.
The girls looked up in surprise when they spotted Spike and Illyria. Caroline waved.
Oz, Kol, and Klaus were surfing and didn't see them arrive. The brothers had surprised everyone with their ability to do something so modern. Caroline had been particularly impressed that Kol was so adept at the sport since he'd been boxed during the time it had come onto the beach scene. However, he was naturally athletic had been confident of his ability to do it as well as his brother. His natural competitiveness had also motivated him to master the board. The girls had been watching from the shore while Damon and Rick were trying see who could build the best sand castle. The day had been surprisingly fun and drama free.
Now, of course, that could all change with the arrival of the Old One.
"Wow! You look amazing!" Caroline said, surprised to see her looking like a normal woman.
"I love your suit!" Elena said, admiring the white suite with black polka dots. Elena was wearing a dark purple string bikini while Caroline was in a similar red suit. Illyria's wasn't a string bikini, but it showed a lot more of her body than her normal body suit.
"Smokin' out!" Damon called out to her. She gave him a curious look. "What are you doing? Why are you and your human playing in the dirt?"
Elena giggled. It amused her to hear Illyria call Rick Damon's human. She didn't think Buffy would like that.
"I'm showing Rick here how to make the best sand castle," Damon said confidently.
"Like I need any pointers from you," Rick said with a scoff.
Illyria looked confused. "What is the purpose of your endeavor?" she asked.
"Good clean fun," Damon replied. "Come join us."
"Or you can work on your tan," Caroline said. "You're whiter than me!"
Illyria looked down at her exposed skin and frowned. "Is white not pleasing?"
"I think it is," Damon said with a flirtatious grin. "I love creamy white on an attractive woman."
Spike snickered. Then he gave Elena an admiring glance. "Maybe. But a golden hue is always quite enticing, too," he observed.
Damon gave him a dark look, not liking him looking at Elena that way. "She's not Katherine," he said darkly.
"Yeah, I know, but I've seen that body naked. I can't help it!" Spike said.
Damon found a small rock and threw it at Spike. It hit him in the head. "Ow!" Spike yelled. "Bloody hell!"
"Quit picturing Elena naked!" Damon ordered.
Rick didn't like it either. "I agree. It's not appropriate," Rick said with a disapproving frown.
"It's not his fault Katherine is a slut who sleeps with any guy with or without a pulse," Caroline said snidely. She would always despise the woman who had killed her so ruthlessly.
"Sorry," Spike said to Elena.
Elena was embarrassed but tried to shrug off Spike's perusal. "It's okay," she said with a resigned sigh.
"Here," Caroline said as she handed Illyria a bottle of sunscreen. "You better put some on so you won't burn."
Illyria looked at the bottle in contemplation. "Where do I put it?" she finally asked.
Caroline laughed and patted the spot on the blanket next to her. "Come sit. I will help you. It's sunscreen," Caroline said.
Illyria sat down and allowed Caroline to put the lotion on her back. Then she demonstrated the places Illyria should put it on. No one had touched Illyria so intimately in eons that at first it was disconcerting to have the young vampire's hands on her back. However, she soon relaxed. Fred had never had any girlfriends except for Cordelia. This was a completely new experience for both of them. Illyria could access a vague memory of Fred's mother performing such a task when she was a child. For some reason, the memory gave Illyria great comfort.
When she was through, she handed the lotion back to Caroline. "Thank you," she said.
It was easy for Caroline to treat the Old One like a normal person since she was looking like one for a change. Illyria wasn't nearly as frightening like this. "You're welcome," she replied with a friendly smile.
"Looks like the boys are taking a break from the waves," Caroline observed, watching them walk toward the shore carrying their boards.
"Does Klaus belong to you?" Illyria asked her.
Both Caroline and Elena looked at her in surprise at the question. "What do you mean 'belong'?" Caroline asked suspiciously.
"Is he yours?" Illyria asked simply.
Elena snickered. "He'd like to be," she said.
Caroline glared at her best friend then turned to Illyria. "No, he doesn't belong to me. We are only friends," Caroline explained.
Illyria nodded. That was good. Then there was no reason he couldn't belong to her.
*******Mystic Falls*******
Saturday evening, Buffy came in from her shift to find the girls all home. Willow was on her laptop in the living room doing some grading that she'd put off while Dawn and Rebekah were playing chess in the kitchen. Rebekah was teaching Dawn how to play. It was the one game in the modern age she felt adept at.
"Hey!" Buffy said. She sat down on the couch next to Will. "What's up?"
"Not much. I decided to spend at least an hour grading some computer programs my advanced class did," Willow said.
"Make sure you give me an A!" Dawn called out from the kitchen.
"If it's A work," Willow replied.
Buffy laughed. "I guess living with the teacher doesn't guarantee an A," Buffy said.
"Does sleeping with one?" Rebekah asked with a naughty smile.
Dawn's mouth fell open in shock at her bold words. Willow turned and gave her a heated look. "Baby, you get all A's from me!" she said with a wink.
"Oooei! T.M.I.! Still a minor!" Dawn exclaimed, waving her hand.
Willow snickered. Then she glanced over at Buffy and frowned. "Buffy, you're still wearing the gun," Willow said in disapproval.
It amazed Buffy how uncomfortable Willow and Dawn were around her gun. They'd seen her handle just about every kind of weapon there was. Once she'd even used a rocket launcher, yet Willow really hated having a gun in the house. Of course, Buffy knew the fact that Tara had been killed with one and Buffy almost had had something to do with her feelings. It wasn't like Buffy liked wearing a gun. It still felt foreign to her. But Liz assured her that she'd get used to it.
Buffy got up and went into the kitchen. She pulled the lock box off the top of the fridge and locked up her gun. She stood at the table and stared at the board.
"Rebekah is teaching me how to play," Dawn said.
"Didn't Will or Xander already teach this to you?" Buffy asked.
"Xander, tried once. So did Spike. They said I was hopeless. But I had a shorter attention span then," Dawn said.
"Do you play, Buffy?" Rebekah asked.
Dawn laughed. "Buffy sit still long enough to play a board game?" she asked.
"Hey, I played Monopoly that time you had us trapped in our house by your wish on my twenty-first birthday, remember?" Buffy said. Then she pointed down at the board. "Move that piece there."
Dawn looked and shrugged. She did what Buffy said.
"Check," Rebekah said in surprise. She looked up at Buffy. "I thought you didn't play?"
"I don't," she said with a shrug. "It doesn't mean I don't know how. Planning battles is my thing." She grinned.
"When does Rick get back?" Dawn asked.
"Their flight comes in late tonight," Buffy said. She couldn't wait to see Rick. She wanted to pick him up at the airport, but he had left his car there and was going to drive back.
"What's for dinner?" Willow asked.
"Hey, I worked bringing home the bacon. You're supposed to cook!" Buffy said with a grin.
"I vote pizza!" Dawn said.
"Why aren't you going out with Matt?" Buffy asked.
"He's at work," Dawn said with a sad sigh.
"Well, I have a feeling he'll be working less really soon," Buffy told her.
"What do you mean? He's losing his job? That's awful!" Dawn exclaimed as she jumped immediately to the wrong conclusion.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Not what I said. Not what I meant. I can't tell you now. You'll find out soon enough. Matt has to hear it first," Buffy said. "But it's good news for him. At least I hope he'll think so."
"Dawnie, do you want me to take you to pick up dinner?" Willow asked.
"Nah. I'll just have them deliver it," she said. She got up. "Where's the to-go menus?"
"I think they're in Giles' room on the desk," Willow called. She put her computer down. Dawn went into the study to look. "Or were they in the kitchen drawer?" She got up to look. When she didn't find them in the kitchen, she walked to the den to help Dawn look.
Buffy found herself completely alone with Rebekah for the first time. Determined to keep things from being awkward, she said, "I'm glad you're here."
"You are?" Rebekah asked in surprise. "I'm a vampire. You're a vampire slayer."
"And yet I welcomed you into my home," Buffy said.
"Actually, Willow did," Rebekah felt compelled to point out.
"If I didn't want you here, believe me, you wouldn't be," Buffy said.
Rebekah stared at her a moment before giving her a slight nod. Willow appeared. "We found the take-out menus. Any topping requests? Dawn's ordering."
"Pepperoni," Buffy said.
Rebekah shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I'm not a big fan of the pizza in this town," she said.
Willow frowned and walked over to her. She put her arms around her from behind and leaned down and put her head next to hers. Kissing her cheek, she asked, "Why didn't you say something? We can order something else."
"I don't need human food to survive. It's not a big deal," Rebekah said.
"How about some cheesy bread? That's always good?" Willow suggested.
Rebekah smiled at her. She was so considerate. "Okay," she said softly.
Willow rose up and called out, "Order some cheesy bread, Dawnie!"
"And pepperoni!" Buffy added.
Dawn appeared holding the phone. "I got it!" she said. Then she spoke into the phone.
Willow sat down in Rebekah's lap, putting her arms around her neck. "I'm so happy you're here," she told her.
Rebekah still had trouble believing all the changes that had taken place inside of her lately, but she was happy. Willow made her incredibly happy. "I'm happy I'm here, too," she said. She leaned closer to kiss Willow.
Willow ran her fingers through Rebekah's golden strands of hair as she returned her kiss. Suddenly, she pulled back and jumped up, a thought filling her mind. "I got it! I got it!" she exclaimed.
Rebekah looked alarmed. Then she relaxed as Willow smiled excitedly. "Got what?" she asked.
"I figured out how to give Xander back his eyes!" she proclaimed.
"Kissing me made you think of Xander?" Rebekah asked with a frown.
"Well, of course not, silly!" Willow said with a laugh. "But the thought popped into my mind. I can do it! I can fix his eye!"
"Really?" Buffy asked, getting up.
"Yes, I think so! I need to do some research, but I think if I-"
Buffy cut her off, "That's okay! Don't explain!"
Willow grinned. She turned to Rebekah. "Will you come upstairs and help me? I need to research some things. And I want to try some things before I call Xander," Willow said.
Rebekah nodded. "Of course," she said, standing up.
"Let me know when dinner arrives," Willow said. She grabbed Rebekah's hand and went toward the stairs.
"Do you think she can do it?" Dawn asked Buffy.
"I think Willow can do anything she puts her mind to," Buffy said.
******Los Angeles******
Damon was sitting next to Elena on the beach. They were watching the sunset. Elena rested her head against Damon's shoulder. "I'm glad I came," she told him.
"Me, too," he said. "I wish you didn't have to leave."
"I wish you could come home," she said. She raised up and looked at him. "Why can't you, Damon? Why don't you just come home?"
"Is the mayor's son still dead? Am I still banished?" he asked with a smirk.
"Don't make cracks! You shouldn't have killed Tyler. I wish that you hadn't, but Mystic Falls has been your home longer than anyone in the town has been alive," Elena said. "Buffy can't keep you from coming home."
"Listen, I'm not afraid of Buffy. She's tough and skilled, but so am I. I'll come home when it's time. Stefan isn't even there. You're safe. You don't need me anymore. And I kind of like the scene here in L.A.," he admitted.
"I still need you," she said quietly. She reached over and took his hand.
Damon gave her one longing look before turning away. He put his arms around her and hugged her against him. "You know you may be the best friend I've ever had," he said.
Elena smiled brightly. "Really?"
He shrugged. "I've had a lot of lovers. A few friends over the years, but they never really knew me. Not like you do," he shared.
"I'm glad you've let me know you," she replied.
"Guys, we're running out of time," Alaric said, interrupting them. "We got time to see the view from the Hollywood sign. Then we got to pack and head to the airport. Our flight is a late one, but we still need to get there early to get through security."
Illyria looked over at Klaus who was sitting on the other side of Caroline. Klaus got to his feet and held out his hand to assist Caroline in getting to her feet. Illyria turned to Klaus and asked, "Are you leaving, too?"
"We're not heading back to Mystic Falls, but I'm not sure where we'll go next," Klaus said. He looked at Oz.
"There's a lot of great music in this city," Oz said with a smile.
Illyria stepped closer to Klaus. In a blink, her Fred appearance disappeared. She was back to her normal appearance. Klaus looked startled at her display of power, but he didn't say anything.
"Which version of me do you prefer?" she asked Klaus.
He seemed surprised by the question, but he said, "This one. The other is too ordinary."
Illyria smiled as if pleased by his response. "Good. You are strong. Not easily killed. I've decided you would make a fitting mate," she announced.
Klaus was taken aback by the Old Ones sudden proclamation. "Wolves may mate for life, but I'm half vampire. I'm most definitely not the mate you're looking for," he said firmly.
"Mate? What?" Caroline asked, taken off guard by Illyria's words.
Illyria gave him an unconcerned shrug. "We'll see," she said. "Spike, I would like to return home."
"We are going to go see the Hollywood sign," Spike said.
"It's a sign that says Hollywood. I see it everyday. Why would I want to see it again?" she asked in confusion.
"It's the view. It's an amazing view to see from that height," Spike said.
"Fine. We'll go," she said.
"Like I need your permission!" Spike scoffed. The woman was going to drive him daft!
*****Bedford, OH******
Stefan exchanged a blow with a vampire. He got distracted by the sight of Faith getting decked in the face by another one. He hated to see her hurt in any way. They had stumbled into a nest of vampires after an hour of patrolling. A fight was inevitable. Stefan shoved his fist in the vampire's chest and ripped out his heart. As it turned to dust, he pulled one of the vampires off Faith.
This town really was a hellmouth. His first night, last night, had turned up a few vampires that they quickly dispensed with. However, Faith still managed to keep him at a distance even after they'd slayed them in the cemetery. Stefan hated the distance between them. His hunger for her built every hour. If he didn't get inside her soon, he wasn't sure how much longer he could last. He didn't even think about blood much anymore. All the could seem to think about was her and being inside her.
He killed another vampire and stood to watch Faith as she zealously hit the one she faced in the face a few times before staking it. Stefan suspected she relished violence even more than he did. When all the vampires were dead, she turned to face him, breathing heavy. Their eyes locked. They stood motionless in the now deserted cemetery. The look in her eye spoke volumes. Finally, they were on the same page. Stefan stepped toward her as she took a step toward him. He grabbed her around the biceps and pulled her roughly toward him, kissing her ruthlessly.
"I can't wait any longer!" he said harshly. "I've got to have you!"
"Then take me," she said, daring him with her eyes.
"Here?" he asked.
"If you want me bad enough," she said with a smirk.
He pulled her back toward him, kissing her again. His lips trailed down her neck, sucking hard.
"No biting!" she ordered.
"I want to so badly! You made me wait too long. I'm dying to taste you," he said on a groan.
Faith suddenly swept his feet out from under him, knocking him to the ground. She grinned down at him and then threw herself on top. Her own lips kissed his neck. Playfully, she bit him before moving her mouth to capture his lips again. She bit down on his lip so hard that she drew blood.
He moaned excitedly. "You like that, huh?" she asked, giving him a wicked glance.
"I like everything you do," he admitted. He quickly moved, switching their positions, until he was over her. He unsnapped her pants and pulled down the zipper. Then he surprised her by flipping her onto her stomach.
"What the hell?" she cried out. When he pushed her up on her knees and pulled her pants down so that her delectable ass was showing, she grinned in satisfaction. Finally!
His hand caressed her white globes. "God, I love your ass!" he said in appreciation. He put his lips on one firm cheek as he slipped her panties down. His hand snaked around, finding her already wet.
He used his other hand to unsnapped his own jeans and pulled out his already hard erection. Stefan wanted her like this. He wanted to have her in all the ways he never had Elena. His desire for her seemed to grow every hour of every day. She was quickly becoming his obsession.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked on a moan as his finger plunged inside her.
Faith braced herself on her hands and looked back at him. His eyes were already blacked out. She would never admit to anyone that the sight of his vamp face turned her on. It made her feel powerful to know she affected him so strongly.
Stefan pulled her up and grabbed her chin, so he could kiss her once again. Then he put his hands on her hips and moved her slightly up so that he could impale her on his dick. They both groaned in pleasure. His hands slipped under her shirt to capture her breasts. He fondled and squeezed them. Then he pushed her back down on her knees and began slamming into her, his balls hitting her buttocks with each entry.
"Yes! Like that! Harder!" she screamed. She started to rear back, but he held her still and began to drill into her over and over. He used one hand to hold her still and another to twist one of her nipples hard. She cried out in pain and pleasure. He wasn't done. His hand moved down to her clit. He rubbed it as he thrust into her again and again. Harder and harder until she thought she would die from the pleasure of it. She screamed when he pinched her clit. Her body clenched down on him in climax causing him to reach his completion. He emptied himself into her. It took everything he had not to sink his teeth into her shoulder.
"God, I want to drink you so bad!" he exclaimed as he finally quit pumping his hips. He pulled her back against him, feeling her heart beating so fast. He settled for a kiss on her neck.
Faith felt shaken. Every time with him just got hotter and hotter. She rested back against him. When his lips went to her neck, she instinctively tensed but didn't voice a protest. A small part of herself that she would never voice secretly wanted him to bite her. She wanted to know what it felt like. The idea of being inside him in such a way thrilled her to no end. A part of her wanted to belong to him in every way.
"Let's go back to your place," he said. "I want to spend the next few hours doing that all over again."
He helped them both to their feet. She pulled up her jeans as he did the same. Before she could put her walls back in place, he kissed her tenderly.
Passion she could handle. Heat she expected. But his tenderness destroyed her. How was she going to keep him at bay?
******Los Angeles******
Their time together was finally over. Spike and Illyria had went back home, and Damon had taken them back to their hotel to quickly pack and head to the airport.
Klaus insisted that Caroline share a cab to the airport with him and Kol. Oz said goodbye to them at the hotel.
Damon drove Rick and Elena in Angel's car. Elena didn't want to say goodbye. Their vacation had been so perfect. Rick got out of the car, and Damon popped the trunk. The taxi carrying Caroline pulled up behind them. Elena got out of the car and waved at Caroline.
"I can't believe it's over!" Caroline said, looking sad.
"I know. Me, too!" Elena agreed. "It's been the best vacation ever!"
"Do you want me to walk you to the gate?" Damon asked Elena.
Elena shook her head. Goodbye was hard enough. There was no point in dragging it out. "No. That's okay," she said.
Rick held out his hand to Damon who took it and pulled him in for a manly embrace. "Glad you're doing so well," Rick said.
"Tell your girlfriend I'm being a good little vamp," Damon said with a smirk.
Elena stepped up and put her arms around his waist, hugging him. "I'll miss you," she said.
Damon hugged her tightly. Then he pulled back to look her in the eyes. "Take care of yourself," he said. He kissed her cheek before stepping back from her.
Elena felt his kiss all the way to her core. Her hand went to her cheek a moment before she grabbed the handle of her suitcase. She waved goodbye.
Damon watched them go into the airport with a sigh. It was bittersweet seeing her. Maybe some day she could love him. However, he didn't want to be her rebound from Stefan. He'd waited too long for someone to want him more than anyone else and love him the way he loved. With Elena, he wasn't going to settle for less.
Caroline tried to convince the two brothers to say goodbye at the taxi, but they both refused.
"We're staying with you until you're in the air," Kol insisted. "I wish you didn't have to go. You can finish school some other decade, you know. You have eternity."
"My mom would kill me," Caroline said.
"You're already dead," Kol reminded her with a devilish grin.
She laughed and shook her head. Both men insisted on carrying her luggage, so she linked her arms through each of theirs and followed behind Elena and Rick.
Kol insisted on compelling them all through security in record time. Klaus and Kol stayed by her side until her flight was boarding.
"Well, this is it," Caroline said, trying to give them a smile. For some reason, the smile wouldn't come.
"Don't cry, love. You'll see us again," Klaus assured her.
"Will you promise me that you'll be careful? Don't go picking fights with Angel or letting Illyria turn you into her sex slave or punching bag?" Caroline asked.
Kol snickered at the suggestion while Klaus scoffed. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I can handle myself and anyone else that comes along," Klaus said confidently.
Caroline hugged Kol, who managed to steal a kiss. She laughingly pushed him away from her. "I'll call you when we land," she said.
"You better," Kol ordered.
She turned and hugged Klaus. Their eyes locked a moment; she forgot to breathe. Then Elena called out, "Caroline!"
The moment was gone. She smiled once more and grabbed her carry-on from Kol before turning to follow her friend.
The two brothers watched her leave. Both felt bereft over the loss of her presence. It was a light they hadn't realized they craved until they spent so much time bathing in her sweet spirit. Her absence reminded them starkly of how barren their existence had become. A life filled with only selfish pleasure wasn't much of a life. They were starting to understand that.
Finally, they turned to head out of the airport. Each wondering how they were going to go back to walking once more in the dark.
******Mystic Falls******
Buffy had been feeling antsy and went out patrolling. Old habits died hard. Of course, Mystic Falls wasn't on a hellmouth. The soulless vampires she specialized in seemed to avoid the place. Maybe they sensed the presence of the other type of vamps. Buffy walked down the street that led down to her place. Her place. The thought of having a place again filled her with warmth. The last year of globe trotting had been exciting but also exhausting. It felt good, though, to help so many newly awakened slayers. It felt even better to find a home again.
She stopped at the end of the walkway that led to her house. Her mom wasn't there and that hurt. But she and Dawn had managed to find a way to live without her. They'd found a way to finally be happy again. As she walked down the path leading to the porch, she thought of Rick. She missed him so much. He was so solid, so wonderful. It made her afraid. Relationships never lasted with her. Something always went wrong. She always screwed it up somehow. However, she couldn't help but build dreams around Rick. He inspired those girly, romantic dreams she used to have back before she was a slayer. She'd almost forgotten them. He made her remember again. Buffy sighed. She wished he was here.
A car door slammed. She turned and there he was.
"I didn't want to wait until morning," he said, giving her a rueful smile.
She grinned and jumped off the porch into his arms. Her legs went around his waist; their lips fused together. The kiss continued as she so slowly slid down his body, her feet on the ground again.
"I missed you," she said when they finally pulled apart for air. She pulled him in for a tight hug.
"Buffy!" he gasped. "Can't breathe!"
"Oh, sorry!" she said sheepishly. "Sometimes I forget. I forget I'm the slayer. When I'm with you, I feel like I'm just a girl. You make me forget."
Rick brushed the hair back from her face and smiled at her. How did this incredibly powerful woman manage to always make him feel so strong?
"You make me want. I can't see anything but you," Rick told her. "You're like a dream I'd forgotten I had. I feel alive in a way I've never been. I missed you."
She smiled and took his hand. "Take me to bed and show me how much!" she ordered.
"Gladly," he said happily.
Strolling hand in hand, they went up the steps and inside her house.
******Chapter End******
I know there was a distinct lack of drama or action in this chapter, but I wanted romance. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I. I will bring back the action next chapter. Things will begin to heat up in Mystic Falls. Review and let me know your thoughts! Thanks for reading! More soon!
