What we were is not all we could be Chapter 10
A/N: Hello. It's the chapter everyone has been waiting for. The ball. :P Have fun with the story.
Disclaimer: Not the owner of TVD. *shakes head in dismay*
Warning: Today, we get to the very reason this fic is rated M. Rawr. ^.^
~VD~
"Caroline, what in hell is taking so long?" Damon sighed, rapping on the bathroom door of their hotel suite. He was getting impatient. They were going to be late.
"Well excuse me if the ball gown takes a little longer to put on. And if I'm not mistaken, I'm the one that needs make up. Not you. So calm your tits, Salvatore." She huffed. Damon rolled his eyes.
"Let me guess, something's stuck." He asked curiously. He heard her sigh from behind the door.
"Maybe…." She admitted. He already imagined her biting her tongue. She was so…Caroline-ish at that moment.
"You could just ask me to help you." He said, becoming a little annoyed.
"You're the one who said I shouldn't prance around in my underwear in front of you." She said, also becoming annoyed.
"I'll manage."
"But won't no bra at all be worse?" She questioned innocently.
"You little…" Damon gasped. He practically felt her grin through the door.
"Just get it done?" Damon said, irritated, trying to get the image of Caroline's perky little girls out of his head. She agreed and about a second later he heard a curse.
"Fuck it." Caroline hissed under her breath. "Damon! I need help." She said, unlocking the door. Damon was looking out the window, glass of bourbon in his hand. Standard procedure really.
"In that case, I have the number of a very good shrink whom…Holy Shit, Caroline!" His eyes bugged. That had to be the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. She was wearing a ball gown, all black, with a sweetheart neckline that nearly reached her bellybutton, and it was tight like a corset. It stopped at her waist, and flowed down her body in soft motions, but in a wide skirt. Sheer black silk, it seemed. In addition, she was wearing black gloves on her arm, and black diamond earrings along with a matching necklace. Her hair was up in a loose bun, and she was sporting a shy smile.
"What?" She asked worriedly. "Is there something wrong?" She twirled around nervously.
"Keep looking at me like that, and there will be…how much did that cost you?"
"Only you would ask that."
"Anyone would." Damon stated.
"In total, this outfit cost me 300$, deal with it."
"What?"
"Retail, smart-ass. I already owned the jewelry." She said, irritated.
"Huh." Damon shrugged. "What do you need help with?" He asked. She turned around. Her back was bare. The zipper only ended at her butt, otherwise the dress was bare in the back. Damon groaned. Why did she always have to be this sexy? It made everything harder. And he did mean everything. "I can't do me up." She bit her lip.
"Well I'd be happy to help." He smiled. He fished for her zipper, and then gently slid it upwards. He rested one hand on her shoulder, and the other one on her waist. He kissed her shoulder, trailing upwards.
"Have I mentioned how fuckin' beautiful you look today evening?" He whispered lazily. Caroline gasped quietly.
"No, you haven't said anything about the dress, except your dismay with my spending skills." She leaned her head back slightly. Maybe she was letting a little bit happen. Maybe. He ended things with Elena. And he was hot. And Caroline wanted him. If she was going to be gone anyway, why not have a little fun beforehand? She smiled.
"That's because all my thoughts had nothing to do with the dress, but more with you. Especially your curves. The way I want to rip off that dress right now is unimaginable." He wrapped his arms tighter around her. She grinded against him a little. He moved his hand along her back and sent shivers through her body. "You know…" he said, while kissing her neck. She was getting hot. "We should really…" Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. "…head downstairs to the limo." He said swiftly before letting go of her. She smirked.
"And you dare call me a tease."
"Caroline Forbes, are you admitting you want me?"
"I would never." She said, running her hand along his t-shirt. She pulled his tie and dragged him out the door with it. Damon laughed throatily.
~VD~
One, two, three, four, five, everybody in the car-so come on let's ride…
Caroline loved this song. It was playing just as she entered. She was hooked on Damon's arm, but he was already distancing himself to the bar. She had wanted to ask him if he would want to dance. Oh well. She was here on business anyway. She looked around, looking for a certain someone.
"Fancy meeting you here." She heard a thick british voice from behind her.
"Caroline Forbes, was it?" The voice came mockingly from behind her. She didn't bother turning around. Instead she only sighed.
"The other Mikaelson brother, I see." Caroline raised an eyebrow. Her tone was bored. She couldn't let the fact that she was shaking inside shine through. She had to focus on this.
"I have a name, you now." He smirked. She scoffed and was about to walk off, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her against him. She instantly recoiled a little.
"And I don't care. Feel like dancing?" She finalled.
Let's ride to the liquor-store around the corner
The boys say they want some gin and juice
But I really don't wanna…
Damon was at the bar. He had ordered a nice cocktail for Caroline, and a bourbon for himself. He smiled. This would be a fun evening. It was the end of the bet, after all. Time to pay up. He thought amused. He turned around and deadpanned. He let her out of his sight for a minute, and she was already dancing with some guy? Then the guy turned around. That was Kol. Damon's eyes bulged. He prayed Caroline had another syringe with him.
Beerbust like I had last week
I must stay deep because talk is cheap
I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita
And as I continue you know , they are getting sweeter
"You know this is a jive, right?" Kol asked testingly. He twirled her in, so that she was flush against his chest.
"Well you're doing a good job leading, despite the fact that you have two left feet." She mocked. Kol grinned.
"You have fire, I like that."
"And you have a huge ego, I don't like that." She said, looking bored.
"See? Fire." He smirked. She rolled her eyes and smiled. Damn originals and their charm. Damn Damon standing across the room staring at her. Wait, what? Oh damn.
So what can I do I really beg you my Lord
To me is flirting it's just like a sport, anything fly
It's all good let me dump it
Please set in the trumpet
Damon saw Caroline leaving the room with Kol during the song. It was a good song, nothing romantic, so his jealousy didn't shoot up to maximum levels, but Caroline looked so sexy as she danced with Kol. She was a brilliant little dancer. And now she was putting herself at risk again. Damon grabbed the cocktails and followed them inconspicuously.
A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita is all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man
"Well this is nice and private." Kol smiled seductively. He walked towards Caroline.
"What did you have in mind sweetheart?" He wiggled his eyebrows. Damon rolled his eyes. How was Kol so sure of himself? Caroline would never start something with Kol. She wouldn't. Would she? Oh damn.
"You know, you give yourself too much credit." Caroline smirked
"Whatever do you mean?" Kol asked, still thinking Caroline was being flirty.
"Did you know Rebekah and Klaus are gone?" Caroline asked deadpan.
"Excuse me?" Kol raised his eyebrows.
"I said: Klaus and Rebekah are gone. Dead. Kaputt." Caroline enunciated.
"You're bluffing, they can't be killed." Kol wiggled his eyebrows.
"I killed them." She shrugged.
"You little…" He stopped because Caroline was smiling from ear to ear. He felt a slight sting in his chest. She had pressed a syringe into it. Kol laughed.
"That is how you plan to kill me?"
"You are just so naïve, aren't you? Just because I'm a baby vamp, doesn't mean I can't kill you. Liquified dagger, sweetheart." She whispered into his ear. Kol's eyes widened.
"You don't have the guts to follow-through, darling. Let me go, and I won't hurt you." His arrogant voice laced with fear.
"You forget, I'm not the naïve one, you should know better." She chastised as she released the liquid into his heart.
"Rot in hell." She spat on him.
Jump up and down and move it all around
Shake your head to the sound
Put your hand on the ground
Take one step left
And one step right
One to the front and one to the side
Clap your hand once
And clap your hands twice
And if it looks like this
Then you doing it right
Caroline heard someone clapping behind her. She turned around and raised her eyebrows.
"Impressive." Damon said with a shit-eating grin.
"Is there something you want, Damon?" She asked, annoyed.
"You, your body, I'm pretty sure we've been over this." He dismissed.
"I want to know though, why the fuck you've been lying to me." He was dead-serious from one second to the next. She raised her eyebrows.
"Explain to me how I've been lying?"
"You just daggered Kol. Clearly you've been training." She stated.
"Still not getting to the lying part, Damon."
"And you just happen to magically fit a liquefied dagger or two in your purse."
"No, Damon. I kept them hidden in my fairy vagina." She deadpanned. He smirked.
"Don't try deflecting me, sweetheart. I want to know what you've been up to."
"Killing Originals, apparently. By the way, you're getting rid of the body." She said as she walked out of the side room.
I do all
To fall in love with a girl like you
You can't run and you can't hide
You and me gonna touch the sky
Damon walked behind her, and pressed her to him. He put one hand on the small of her back, and took her hand into his other. He put one leg between hers, and started swaying.
"What are you doing?" She sighed.
"Wooing you." He winked.
"No, not quite." She deadpanned. Liar. The little voice in her head sounded.
"Why have you been killing originals?" He asked, whispering into her ears.
"Why have you never killed originals before? You're the one who is so hell-bent on doing it." She shot right back.
"Caroline, don't give me that crap. Just answer my question." He said as she turned out of his arms and started shaking her hips seductively. Damon stared. He knew he did.
"Maybe I feel like helping out. You know, finally contributing to the war." She shrugged. He twirled her back in and dipped her.
"Why? You were perfectly fine staying out of it before." He looked into her eyes.
"I want it to be over already. For me, for you, for Elena." She gritted her teeth only a little.
"Damon, pull me up, there's too much blood rushing to my head. "
"My pleasure." He said, pulling her up to his face, his lips only centimeters away from hers. "Don't get involved, I don't want you hurt." She smiled a little. Then he said: "At least not before you finish me off." Then he winked and left.
When Damon walked into the room where Kol had been daggered, the body was just disappearing. What? He squinted a little. Was he just imagining this? He looked at the bourbon skeptically. Oh, old friend, how you deceive me. He shook his head and walked out of the room.
~VD~
Caroline was standing on the dance floor, watching Damon leave. She slumped her shoulders a little. She was going to miss this. As a perfectly-timed reminder that her time with Damon would be cut short, her phone started ringing. She pulled it out of her heel, and left the room.
"Bonnie, tell me we got good news?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Caroline asked confused.
"That you are so efficient at tracking down and killing people. You obviously trained. I don't want to lose you yet, Caroline."
"You won't."
"Who trained you?"
"The man himself. Klausykins." Caroline rolled her eyes.
"But there's only Elijah left. After you kill him, you'll die." Bonnie exclaimed.
"So, we'll wait a while. You won't lose me yet."
"I'm afraid I will, though. Elena called Elijah, he'll be arriving in Mystic Falls any time in the next few days. We can't afford him to find out. He'll just rage on."
"But Elena doesn't know about the plan. Nobody does."
"I'm not letting you die. Of course, you smart-ass only told me a vampire would die after daggering an original after I agreed to the plan."
"The plan was your idea."
"But you made the conditions."
"I didn't want to live anymore." Caroline murmured.
"Caroline Forbes! You are not dying."
"Of course I'm not. Everybody dies, Bonnie. I'm not supposed to live forever."
"But you deserve it! A happy life, forever."
"But I'm not happy. Also, Elena has been through way…"
"Don't give me that crap. Losing your father, Date-rape, kidnapping, attempted murder, being someone's plaything for months, all the verbal insults, all the times Elena lashes out at you, all the time…"
"Okay, I got it. My life was miserable. I wish I could disappear too. Like Kol." Caroline heard a silence on the other end.
"That's it!" Bonnie exclaimed.
"That's what?"
"If I send you to a parallel universe, you won't die!"
"Bonnie Bennett, genius. We'll be able to have contact though, right?" Caroline thought about it. It didn't sound bad. Except for the lack of Damon. No! No thinking about Damon.
"Yes, but only with me, but it's better than dying, right? Then you could only have contact with Jeremy." Bonnie joked half-heartedly.
"I happen to like baby-gilbert." Caroline snorted.
"Good, so universe or death? Me or him?" She challenged playfully.
"You, obviously." Caroline rolled her eyes then giggled.
"I love you Caroline, I'll miss you."
"Getting back to before…Why did she call Elijah?"
"He loves her, so she thinks. And Stefan rejected her after Damon broke up with her."
"That's just so…Elena." Caroline groaned.
"I know."
"Love you too, bonnie-bons. I'll be back. Have to terminate Damon first."
"You what?"
"Finish a bet, don't worry, I won't off the guy. Not while he still has a slight chance with the doppelganger. Bye now."
She could hear a: 'Do you know what you're doing?' before she hung up. She didn't. But she wasn't going to let the opportunity to make Damon beg pass her by. Simple as that. She took a deep breath, and stepped back into the room.
~VD~
Damon was just making conversation with a lovely young brunette, whom he was planning to feed on later, when he felt Caroline's lips on his earlobe. "You won." She whispered. Damon's froze. The words vibrated over him. "Wha-what?" He stuttered. This was surreal. This was not happening. Caroline was not seductively stroking his back. Oh, but she was. It felt too damn real. She was taking his hand and leading him into the secluded room already.
"There's no one here that's single. Not a single person." She sighed. "So...you remember the conditions, right?" He smirked, the happiness written on his face like a little kid at Christmas.
"Wasn't it you who said I wasn't going to regret this?" She said as she walked towards him.
"Maybe I will though." Damon groaned barely audible.
"I'll definitely make you regret making this deal." She said as she was taking off his tie. He leaned in to kiss her, but she slapped him away. "The deal was I get you off. Touch me, and the bets off, and this-" she pulled out a vervain dart "lands in your neck."
"Why are you so against me touching you?"
"Shut up, Damon." She silenced him by grabbing him by the collar, and leading him to the table. She pushed him on it, and straddled him. Then she started unbuttoning his shirt, drawing it out, making it unbearable for him. "How do you expect me to last long like this?" "You always ask me what I expect, don't you? I don't expect you to last at all." She said as she took off his t-shirt.
"Dammit, Caroline!" Damon growled.
"Sssh, someone might hear you." She bent forward, and started writhing against him a little. His pants gave a tearing sound. Caroline giggled against his neck. She started kissing him there, and Damon moved one hand to touch her ass, she slapped him again.
"You were serious? Caroline! I need to touch you!" Damon said in disbelief. What had he gotten himself into? She sat up, and her hands wandered towards his belt. She clicked the belt buckle. He groaned. She unzipped his pants, and his hands curled into fists. His pants came off, right along with his boxers. "Batman boxers, Really Damon?"
"Well, what kind are you wearing?"
"I don't really do underwear. I thought I told you that?" She whispered into his ear. Damon gulped. "None?"
"Mhmm..." Then she got up and pulled him off the table.
"What are you-?"
"I'd try and keep quiet, if I were you. I wouldn't like getting caught like this." She dropped onto her knees, and Damon drew a sharp breath. His member was rock hard, it hurt Damon. He needed some friction. Her hand stroked the area around it, then wandered over to his shaft. She stroked it carefully, before slowly licking over the tip. He drew in a sharp breath "Haaa, Fuck, Caroline." He groaned. "Do you really want them to hear you?" She said before mercilessly teasing his cock with her mouth. Damon's breath hitched, and he kept on moaning. The she put him in her mouth. "Oh god." He sputtered as she bobbed her head while stroking him continuously. Where did she learn to do it like that? Damon thought to himself. He was nearing his climax. "I'm gonna...oh…" He bit his lip and threw his head back. He was just teetering at the edge of release, and then she did it. Her face changed, and she bit down on the tip of his cock. "Holy fuck!" Damon screamed. He came hard. It was a completely new experience. He shot his entire load into her mouth, and she swallowed it all. After she licked him clean, she stood up, straightened her dress, and pecked him on the lips. "Nothin' holy about what we just did, Damon." Then she turned to leave. Damon pushed her on the floor, and crawled on top of her.
"Damon, I still have the vervain." He smirked. He reached into her décolleté, and pulled out the dart. Then he tossed it out the window.
"Now you don't."
"Shameless, Salvatore, shameless." He smirked even more. Then she flipped them. She was straddling him. His cock instantly reacted.
"You're a bit eager, aren't you?" She winked. Damon let out a sharp groan.
"Please, I need to be inside you, Caroline." Damon was begging for her. She had just given him the best orgasm of his life, he wasn't about to let her just walk out.
"Begging? That desperate? Really?" She asked amused. Before he could say anything, she had impaled herself on him. "Oh, god." Damon moaned once more. She was so damn tight. Then he slammed her against the wall, thrusting deep into her core. She looked into his eyes. They seemed helpless, lost, but there was a certain light to them, as if he was high. That was unusual. "Let me touch you, please." He breathed against her neck as he kept thrusting into her. "Let me make you feel just as good." He was on the brink of an orgasm again. "Mmh... no deal." Caroline whispered in his ear as she moved them back to the floor. She took him inside her one more time, and then she could feel him coming.
"Oh my god, oh my god." Damon kept panting.
"Caroline will do just fine." She said, already getting up to leave. Again.
"Wait." Damon said weakly.
"Damon, I doubt you can do another round. You look very well used up." She teased.
"You didn't come." He stated.
"No, I did not." she mused. He pushed her against the wall.
"Let me finish you off." He offered. She laughed.
"But that wasn't part of the deal."
"Forget the stinkin' deal. I want you. Why are you so against me touching you, caressing you? Hell, you flinch whenever I put an arm around you?" He yelled. Caroline bit her lip. Damon was still naked. Her eyes wandered towards his member, and back to his eyes. She couldn't read it. It was the same one as before. It wasn't just lust and desire, it was much more. Caroline felt her throat dry out. No, this couldn't be happening! She had to get out of this situation. Damn, was she stupid? She had just slept with Damon Salvatore!
"Damon, when you're naked…" She whispered in his ear, "…you're not very intimidating." With those words, she left for the door, leaving behind a hurt Damon. In a flash he reacted though, flew towards her, and crashed his lips down on her.
"Give in already, Care, I can feel you wet. Give in." He panted against her lips. Why, why, why the fuck had he initiated that bet? No sexual experience in the world would ever make up for that.
"Damon, if I-Elena…and…" She stuttered.
"No, not Elena. Not ever Elena! Only you." He sighed in between kisses.
"Do you know what you're saying there?" She gasped as he kissed down her neck.
"Never Elena." Damon repeated heatedly. "Let me make you feel good." He begged. Caroline took a deep breath, as if she was about to jump into a pool. She was going to be gone. But this wasn't part of the plan. Then again, neither had the bet. She kissed him. Damon let out a relieved breath as he pushed her dress down.
"I've waited for this too long." He breathed. Caroline didn't say anything in response, she couldn't, he was already occupying her mouth. He sped them over to the sofa that was lying there, and began kissing up and down her stomach. She let out a few cut off breaths. Then he began teasing her slit. Damon moved forward and ran his tongue from her entrance to her sensitive spot and she bit her lip. He lapped his tongue against her roughly, then he started to swirl his tongue and she gasped a little. Only a little. In general, Damon wasn't getting much reaction from her. So he used his lip to take her clit into his mouth and suck it a little. She moaned. He smirked against her as he could tell that she was enjoying it and he was very pleased with himself. He entered her with a finger as he continued to swirl his tongue expertly against her clit and she moaned a little. A minute later her legs were shaking and he knew she was close. He pulled away from her for a second and plunged into her a second later. Caroline groaned out loud. "Oh…" she moaned. Damon, who was still on his last orgasm high, let out a deep grunt as he kept on thrusting into her. Her breath hitched even more. "Damon, harder." She moaned. He was happy to comply. Caroline gasped out loud, her face looked completely pleasured. She started tightening her muscles around him every time he entered, and Damon was about to scream. She pulled him to her and stuck her tongue in his mouth, sucking on his a little. The scream turned into a low grunt, and he thrust into her one more time before she came, hard. It was a good orgasm, she had to admit. Stop with the pretending. It was more than good, probably the best she'd had. Ever. Damon collapsed on top of her. "Oh Caroline, what am I going to do?" He mumbled softly into her ear. Caroline's face was hidden from him, so he didn't see the tear fill her eye.
~VD~
I apologize if I don't update as fast as I used to. I try, but school sort of still comes first. And moving, that too. But guess what? Schools over next week, so you can expect more frequent updates, and more stories too! ~Yay. Read and review, as always.