Chapter 11

I've been waitin' for you
It's been so long
I knew just what I would do
When I heard your song
The next thing I felt was you
Holding me close
What am I gonna do?
I let myself go


The brittle scuff of leaves rasped jarringly against the silent night air, carrying its measured urgency from outside the window and through her fevered veins. She waited silently, almost obediently for the subsequent tap that would undoubtedly follow the leisure footsteps. It came once, twice, an ethereal whisper of sound that took on substance and form as it came again. It was soft, so faint that if she'd been sleeping she would've certainly missed it, but he knew that she wouldn't, he knew she was waiting just like every other night.

Tonight was no different. Elena answered almost immediately, drawing back the billowing curtains to lift the sill that separated them, momentarily blinded by the golden haze of streetlights that rushed a fiery trail into the room. The coldness greeted her first, its icy grip matched only by the blue eyes that flickered over her with such intensity that she blushed uncontrollably. There was a martial, almost militant glitter beneath the frame of sweeping dark lashes that caught her breath suffocatingly in her throat, and she struggled for a few blundering seconds to swallow against the cry of despair that welled thickly in her throat. When he looked at her like this, it was hard to remember all the many reasons why she'd sworn she'd never sleep with him again. And it was nearly impossible to resist crossing the brick and mortar that separated them and falling back into old habits.

"It's freezing, come inside" She rasped, hugging herself against the chill and maybe just a little against his unsettling presence.

Biting gusts of wind, swirled icily into the room as he stepped into the inviting darkness he'd come to depend on. Unconsciously his bright gaze swept the length of the room out of sheer habit and not necessity. Even in the shadows, he'd come to known every ridge and object of this room as well as the back of his own hand and it was terrifying. In just one week, she'd managed to give him the one thing that he had craved all of his life, stability, consistency, a home.

"Sorry I'm late, band practice was hell" He stated forcibly, hating the exigent part of him that felt it necessary to explain himself to her. It was done so unconsciously and aptly that it scared the shit out of him.

"It's ok" She murmured.

It always was with her, no matter how uproariously drunk he was, or insanely late it was when he came stumbling through her window she never turned him away. If he had bruises she salved them, if it was late she waited, and if he passed out drunk she swaddled him in blankets. And then there were the nightmares, the ones that woke him in blind panic and sent him hurtling straight into her arms. And every night she stayed with him until his breathing had evened and his demons were quieted and exhaustion claimed him.

It was always ok with her, and there was this crippling fear, this bone-deep dread that if he messed this up, whatever this was that one day it wouldn't be. He'd seen her hatred, and experienced it firsthand, and this was so much better; the craved closeness, the intimacy without the sex, the outpour of affection and the reassuring comfort.

Too long he'd been forced to stew in the dark, to await the danger and dodge the blows, and now that the light had surfaced he was determined not to return to the shadowy hell where he'd lived most of his life.

He was determined not to fuck this up, and if by doing so that meant having to share the broken, and scattered pieces of his humanity that still remained slightly intact then he'd gladly give her the jagged pieces to do with them what she would. Even if it meant that by extension he granted her with blinding trust too. And although he was scared, terrified even, that she'd obliterate them into even tinier fragments, he inherently trusted her not to.

Still out of habit, he kept a measure of distance between them; too afraid of finding out which one was worst, the drop, or the fall.

"It's freezing in here" She said suddenly on a long-shuddering sigh as she nestled further into the mount of blankets that covered her. It was innocent, and yet somehow his twisted mind managed to make into an invitation to fuck. Fighting for control, he gritted out airily "Sure is".

"Is it um, cold down there too?"

"It's the floor, what do you think princess" He snarled a little more savagely than he had intended.

"You're welcome to come up here if you want"

"You really think that's such a good idea?" His voice was ragged with the effort to hold himself in check.

"It wasn't an invitation" She snapped quickly , a flush rising in her cheeks "I just know how old cold it gets in here on nights like this. Believe me when I tell you that will never happen again. I'm swearing off guys"

"So you into girls now?" He laughed.

"Ha ha ha, so funny I forgot to laugh"

"You said it princess"

"But you know that's not what I meant" She argued.

"Hey its nothing wrong with liking girls, I like them too"

"Yeah a lot" She deadpanned, suddenly reminded of her anger towards him.

"What makes you say that?"

"Please it's a common known fact, your reputation precedes you" She commented shrewdly.

"And so what you just believe everything you hear? I thought you were smarter than that"

"Who said anything about hearing? I saw it with my own eyes" Her voice rose marginally, as she fought to stave the rising anger that flared through her.

"What when I slept with you because other than that you don't have much to compare it to"

He had her there, she was judging him solely off what she'd heard and the brief but torrid experience they'd shared. Was that really enough to permanently discredit him? She knew the answer without having to think, but still clung to the fury that suffused her. It was just easier. In the same way that it was simpler for people to believe in the bad as opposed to the good.

"Believe it or not contrary to popular belief I don't just sleep with anything that moves. You should give yourself more credit than that" He said in a strange whisper that disquieted her entirely. What was that tone, Sadness Sincerity? She couldn't quite place it and yet it still managed to twine its traitorous self around her chest and tug at her heartstrings.

"I'm sorry" She lamented contritely. She really was, they'd been doing so well lately and in one fell swoop she had managed to untangle all of their progress.

"I've never told a girl I loved her when I didn't, and I've never lied to get what I wanted, I'm not a complete piece of shit"

"Have you ever told a girl you loved her at all?" She had no right to ask, but it was too tempting to pass up.

"No"

She felt a crushing disappointment combined with relief as she processed his words.

"Doesn't mean I didn't though, I just never told her, that's all"

"I've never said that to anyone, so I guess I win" She laughed bitterly.

"Never? Not even your parents, your brother?"

"Nope, oversharing isn't exactly the Gilbert way; we'd rather just politely pretend that one another don't exist".

"What is the deal with your family, I'm here every night, and you never talk about them." Damon noted.

"Not much to say really, it's like I told you that night my mom would rather spend her days arranging parties and popping pills while trying to pretend her life's not as fucked up as it is. Jeremy's angry at the world, and pretty much ignores it entirely, while my dad just ignores anything that's not campaign related, including his family".

"Shit, at least you have family" He grounded out harshly.

"You must've had some, at some point"

"How do you figure that?"

"Because you seemed genuinely surprised that I'd never told any of my family that I loved them, so who was it, who did you, love?" She asked, demanding answers to questions he wasn't fully prepared to give just yet, maybe even never.

"Doesn't matter, their dead to me now"

But it did matter, more than she'd ever care to admit. She wanted to know everything that there was to know about him, the good, the bad, and the extremely fucked up. Maybe if she could just understand him, then she could help him, and when she did maybe there could be a chance for them beyond the physical because she wasn't quite ready to accept anything less just yet.

"My grandma's dying" She stated offhandedly. Not entirely sure why she'd felt the need to share that with him.

There was a pall of silence, so thick and disparaging that for a moment she thought she might drown in its stillness, and she worried that she'd shared too much too soon, and she felt the loss of his withdrawal with a heart as heavy as the quiet that shrouded them.

"Shit, I'm sorry princess. I can't even imagine what that's like"

"Numbing, it's like this constant state of paralysis, a complete and total emotion shutdown to protect yourself from the inevitable. But it's easier that way, not feeling it"

"I disagree" He admonished. "You gotta let yourself feel it"

"I thought you said you didn't give a fuck about anything"

"I don't, but you do. And if you don't let it in, the weight of it will eventually crush you"

He was right, and a part of her hated him for it, that he knew already knew her in this complete and familiar way that she'd never get the chance to know him. She wanted to deny it, to be as cold and cavalier as he appeared, but his empathy was her undoing and she could quickly feel herself coming undone at the seams.

"Why is it so hard to believe that I don't care, you don't? So neither do I. I just want it over with already"

"Bullshit"

"I'm serious; she just needs to die already" She felt the familiar burn of tears and the clog in her throat.

"Then why'd you tell me?"

"I don't care" She repeated stubbornly, fighting to keep the sniffle out of her tone.

"Yes you do"

"No I don't"

"Well I do, and it's OK to care, especially about something like this"

And there it was, she came completely undone, crying so hard that the force of it shook her entire body and doused her pillow into a sopping mess.

She'd felt so alone in her misery for so long, up until now. And so she took his advice, she let herself feel every bit of it, until she drained it all from her system and when he came to hold her in his arms she cried some more.

"You're right, it's warmer up here, except for my shirt that is" He cracked, referring to tear tracks that soaked his shirt entirely.

"Shut up" She muttered on a weary laugh. "I don't think I've cried this much in my entire life, it's all I do now."

"Making up for lost time" He joked.

She laughed genuinely then, staring up at him beneath the wet brush of tears that sparkled her eyelashes. He was still impossibly beautiful, somehow even more so after what had just transpired between them, and in that moment she knew that she'd been merely fooling herself by calling this by any other name but love, Lust for the beautiful animal who had seduced her, fear of the vicious tyrant who had scorned her right after it, and compassion for the haunted man who had cried like a lost child in her arms that night. Fate had lured her into the ultimate folly, and now she was trapped, inexorably, and totally, in love.

It was improbable, ridiculous even, but maybe that's what it was supposed to be. Maybe if it was something that you could quantify, or explain then it wasn't really real. Or at least the consuming kind. The one that you felt clear through your entire body, despite your inept ability to convey it as words.

She loved him, of course. She thought dizzily. Praying the love that she'd felt for so long hadn't lain in her eyes a hundred times for him to read, praying that it wasn't now. She lessened some of the force in the cheek that was pressed unconsciously hard against his shoulder, and tried to still the shuddery tremble of her body. Of course she loved him, it was so subconsciously mirrored in the way that she clung to him without knowing, in the pain, the pleasure, the way she hung onto his every word. How had she not known this? And did he?

She slowly withdrew her arms from around his neck, a lock of glossy brown hair falling in her eyes. Good, maybe it would serve as a force field and shield away the naked truths. She felt the light brush of fingertips across the skin of her forehead and the fan of his breath against her face as he moved the hair out of her eyes and brought her chin up to face him.

Everything seemed to go still in the room, and as she saw the look on his face, so did her heart, she was certain it stopped beating.

"We're friends right?" It was little more than a whisper.

She nodded her head, unable to form words.

"I like that"

"I like that too" She whispered, her thoughts circling wildly.

"Good, then let's not fuck that up"

"Ok then, friends"

"Friends" He affirmed.

But when she bit at her lower lip, the agreement suddenly seemed premature. Could he really do this? , really?

"I think you might be my first ever, girl DOT friend"

"Ditto"

"I'm your first ever girl DOT friend?"

She laughed a deep hearty trill that made the corners of his lip twitch in return. And it suddenly became one his favorite sounds.

"No, I meant you're my first ever boy DOT friend too"

"What about Kol? Has he been friend zoned too?"

She stared awkwardly at him then, not sure how to perceive that statement slightly shocked that he'd even bothered to bring it up. What did that mean exactly?

"Kols a friend friend"

"So as your friend then, am I allowed to ask how good a friend he really is" Damon said cautiously, his eyes inscrutable as they regarded her face.

"Not that good a friend" She blushed, turning here face sharply away "You're the only um... friend, I've had like that".

"You mean, you haven't, since that night?"

"No! "She laughed cuttingly "Why would I after have how horrible it was".

Her face flamed suddenly, realizing what she'd said.

"I mean, it wasn't, not all of it, some of it-"

"Hey its ok, you're right, no girls first time should end like that" He amended, his face still impassive.

"Whatever it's not a big deal, I'm over it now, really".

But he still seemed unreadable and her words did little to affect that. It was difficult to tell what he was thinking, and she hated that. His mouth was a thin rigid line, his lips compressed tightly. He was quiet for a long moment, and then said softly in a strained tone.

"So the night that we. Was that your first orgasm?"

There was a silence as she fought for words to reply with. Desire slamming through her everywhere, as the vivid memories swirled and danced before her vision. She felt the color surge to her face as she dared dumbly out at the pensive eyes that seemed to be studying her every move and reaction, a sudden dryness in her throat robbing her of capable speech. There was no way she was going to answer that question, besides what it did matter? Suddenly this whole "friend" thing seemed to be taking a nosedive towards disastrous, and she was helpless to keep still in its whirling spiral.

"I'm not answering that" She replied stiffly.

"Come on friend live a little" His tone turned the word to a caress and she retorted in response.

"No!"

She blushed profusely righteously indignant with the subject matter. But it hardly seemed to register with him, and in spite of her anger the color in his eyes had risen to a brilliant shade that singed her in a scorching hold. Amused percolated behind his lips, eyes heated and bright.

She realized then with some level of mortification, that he was goading her. He was having fun at her expense. Apparently her innocence was a riot.

"So that means yes then right?" His voice was low, and breathless, full of teasing.

"No that means I'm not going to discuss it with you"

"So yes?" He grinned

"Not discussing it" She countered dismissively, resisting the urge to slap the arrogant smug off of his beautiful face.

He stretched back comfortably on her bed, hoisted amidst her sea of towering pillows as his gaze studied her reserved profile. Speculative, and searching, alight with a ferocity that sent her timid look at him scattering elsewhere.

She didn't dare look back at him again. Sprawled catlike against her blankets, and watching her closely. She could feel his eyes, resting on the exposed skin of her shoulders as actual as a touch.

"So wait, was that your first time giving head too?"

He said it so softly, so casually, and so offhandedly that her eyes widened to large innocent saucers that seemed to give her away long before she could frame an actual response.

"Fuck babe, for that to be your first time job well done" The words should've insulted her, Hell infuriated her. Instead, it sent a strange nostalgic tingle shooting low into her stomach.

"Ok Ok enough, OVERSHARE!"

"You tasted amazing too might I add as a side note"

"OH MY GOD DAMON TMI!" A jolt went searing through her despite her protest.

"I thought we were friends though, friends tell each other everything right?" He pouted on a rakish grin.

"Well friends don't have to share everything."

"Well what do friends do then? Friend" He smiled, and there it was again, the dripping innuendo of sex.

She was starting to think his mind was incapable of any other topic.

"I don't know stuff!" She laughed, bemusedly infuriated with him. It was impossible to stay mad at him, Charming bastard.

"What kind of stuff?" His eyes lowered, his heated gaze resting on her lips.

Suddenly she felt as though she'd forgotten how to breathe. The blood beat in her head, and all she was aware of was the relentless clasp in Damon's eyes that scorched arching trails of blue fire across the entire length of her. A burn she felt clear to her soul.

"All kinds of stuff" She finally whispered when she was capable of speech again.

And then suddenly the fraction of space that separated them altered, bringing him so close that she could almost see the tiny green prisms of color that coated his eyes. And the air in the room shifted indefinably crackling with an electric charge that hazed them to everything but their senses, and this moment.

Suddenly she felt his hand, large and calloused, cover her small and delicate one in a caress so sweet and innocent that it sent tremors through her. He lifted it slowly, cautiously, his eyes seeking and questioning as they remained fixed on her wary face.

It was a silent confirmation of permission. And she trembled so violently in response to it that it scared even her. Her unwillingness had been her salvation, the only thing to safeguard her against him. Could she really just willingly give up that freedom?

She needed space, to gain some equilibrium and as she started to withdraw she stopped short when she felt the subtle change in touch. His hands gripped hers tighter, kissing it lightly amidst the cool rush of breath that fanned out across her fevered skin. And when she felt his tongue her breaths suddenly quickened as she tried to even her breathing against the choppy breaths that jerked her chest up and down.

Deliberately, he pressed her palms to his bare chest and drew them down his body and around the hard length of him, with slow voluptuous relish. His head arched backwards, his body tensing into a sensual curve of gradual and total abandonment. She felt the tautened play of muscles under his skin, and glorified in the velvety hardness that seemed to overflow in her hand.

"Fuck" He grunted, rolling his head upwards to gain her approval, or some form of affirmation.

But she was still cautious as and guarded as ever as she chewed fretfully on her lower lip, a gesture that was undoubtedly subconscious, but still his undoing, and suddenly nothing mattered but testing it to see if it was still as sweet as he remembered.

"Fuck it" He whispered suddenly, impetuously, and before she could resist or brace for the impact, his fingers shot out to clutch possessively around her chin fanning slightly across her face as he brought towards him, Cutting off all air, and the rejoinder that rose in her throat.

A rough groan shuddered from her, and she half-moaned, half-sobbed at the inevitably of them, giving herself over to him completely as she kissed him back with a fervor that sent his head reeling back slightly.

Grunting, his hands cradled the sides of her delicate face in reverence, opening his lips for her tongue, clamping down on it and suckling eagerly as it filled his mouth.

She twisted against him, feeling his cock throb against her belly as he crowded her against the headboard, raising her arms high above her head, and caressing the undersides of their skin in a trail of Goosebumps and tremors as he laced his fingers through hers. His kiss was as hot as she remembered and she groaned into his mouth as he devoured her.

His hands left hers and travelled down her shoulders. Elena gasped when she felt the fingers of one hand flick her nipple, and the heat built higher, a delicious burn that threatened to incinerate her in its inferno.

Her nipple inflamed and begging for more throbbed between his fingers as he tugged at it. His hips pressed hers apart and he ground against her pussy, making her gasp as he came in contact with her clit.

Holy mother of Jesus, She wanted to scream with the pleasure, but his mouth covered hers, his tongue filled her, stroking her, making her twist and shudder as the pleasure tore through her.

"God damnit." He jerked his head back, holding her close again as he fought for air, his touch on her nipple making her whimper. The veins in his neck stood out in stark relief and his teeth were clenched so tightly she was surprised they weren't crushed into powder.

"What's wrong?" She cried wildly, shocking even herself as the words left her mouth. She should be glad that he had ended things before they'd gotten out of hand. Wasn't that what she wanted? It was a rhetorical question and she knew it. In spite of the fact that he would probably never see women as anything but a toy to suit his tastes, a possession to be gained or lost, paradoxically there was a sweetness hidden deep in nature and it teased her heart with an irrational unspoken hope.

"I need to stop, we need stop"

"Why?"

"Because if I don't stop now I can't promise you I'll be able to later" He hissed infuriately.

"Maybe I don't want you to!"

"And maybe you'll get mad like last time and everything will go to shit"

"And maybe I won't, and you'll just accept this, and trust me when I say I want this. I want us" She snapped.

Silence penetrated after that, the sounds of their harsh angry breathing slicing into the tensed air as they glared at one another.

"Nothing's changed Elena, I meant what I said that night, and I don't do relationships"

"Good! Because I'm not asking you to"

"Then what are you asking for?"

"Nothing! We're friends right?"

"Friends don't fuck" He reproached

"Friends with benefits do"

"And you're ok with that? A relationship without attachment"

She wasn't, not even close. But the love that flooded through her, drowning all rhyme or reason would've had her believing the sky was purple if he ordained it.

"Absolutely"

She reached out to kiss him, but he averted his head slightly, his jaw tight and clenched, the muscles in it rippling as he silently considered her words.

"It's ok" She whispered against his neck, brushing it lightly with the tip of her tongue, and she felt him shudder his response despite the mouth that still remained in a compressed and stubborn line.

"I want this" She kissed his ear.

"I want you".

She stood then, her olive-skin bathed in the pale moonlight as she lifted the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head, When she heard his sharp intake of breath she smiled in response and stepped out of her shorts and panties, stark naked.

He grabbed her suddenly, yanking her off of her feet and picking her up so that her legs locked around his waist. They stared for a brief heated moment before he dropped her suddenly onto the bed and wedged himself in between her legs, hovering above her as his hands ran idly and possessively down the lengths of her bare thighs.

He wanted her too, who was he kidding? He was certainly no boy scout.

He was going to fuck her. He knew he was. He was going to spread those pretty thighs and watch every inch of his flesh disappear inside of her. He would probably do it more than once too, maybe all night. He groaned at the thought.

He'd tried to do the right thing but once again his tainted blood had won out. A true gentleman would have left her but he wouldn't. He couldn't. He wanted her too much, Proof that his good intentions were all just a sham, and that he was really still just a monster in disguise.

He stood and his hands went immediately to his jogging pants, unknotting the tie that secured them. She watched him with glittering eyes that didn't blink. It took him a second to get naked and when he was, his cock rose high and proud, flat against his stomach in testament to his arousal.

She whimpered at the sight of it, instantaneously frightened and excited.

Damon stared at her, his thoughts rioting in his head He had never been the gentle type, not in his dealings with others or sexually. He was what he was, simple and basic. He spoke only when he needed to, did his job the best he could and fucked for the sheer pleasure of it. He had never taken a woman who didn't know exactly what she was doing and he had never lost control with one, until her. She brought out something savage, and primitive in him, something that needed to be restrained not unleashed.

When he did nothing Elena lay back on the bed and waited eagerly. She was extremely aroused. Her body was damp from sweat and need rode her hard. As she waited for him to do something her hands cupped her breasts. They were heavy and the nipples were tight and they needed to be touched. Ideally it would be Damon cupping them but he was taking too long.

Her fingers pressed against the hard nipples, pulling them, rolling them between her fingers and she couldn't contain her moan. It felt so good almost as good as when Damon had touched her there. She continued to roll the hard little points between her fingers, her head tossing. Her breasts were so swollen, so sensitive, they were nearly painful.

Her skin tingled. One hand ran over the damp contours of her flat stomach to the smooth flesh between her thighs. Slick, wet heat greeted her fingers and a hiss of breath from Damon made her aware that he watched her every move.

She looked up at him, noticing the way his eyes were glued to her hand. Shame was hidden inside her but need overrode it so that its voice was drowned out. Tomorrow, she'd have enough time to be embarrassed tomorrow.

Right now her clit throbbed, pulsed and demanded satisfaction. Elena shivered at the feel of her own fingers brushing timidly over the hard little button. Need arched like electricity over her body; Hungry and consuming. She wanted, needed Damon. She looked up at him. He hadn't moved. He was like a great, big cat watching. His eyes were unblinking, his nostrils flared as if breathing in her scent and he stood absolutely still. His complete attention was on her fingers.

She admitted she was in a hell of a mess now. There was no backing out of this. He would have her tonight. She wanted him to. She would think about tomorrow when it came. Her fingers slid down the thickly coated slit of her pussy. Her thighs tightened, her legs trembled. She ached. Her fingers tweaked at her nipples, pulling at them, tightening around them until she was moaning heatedly. Her hips bucked against her fingers as they circled her clit. Oh, that felt good but not as good a Damon's would.

She wanted to feel his mouth on her clit, sucking, his tongue stroking it as he had her nipples that disastrous night. She panted for air now. Remembering the moist, heated warmth of his mouth as it sucked her hungrily in. Her eyes flickered up to his and she wondered what he was thinking; if he remembered.

Her fingers moved more firmly on her clit, a moan working from her throat as heat swelled in her, around her. She was on fire. Dying, what had he done to her?

"Damon," she whispered his name tremulously. She could no longer wait, removing her hand she reached out to him. He shook his head slowly.

"Put it back," he told her in a low voice.

"No I-"

"Put it back. Let me see you get yourself off."

Embarrassment rippled through her. She didn't know how to get herself off, all of her experience had begun and ended with him. With a beleaguered sigh, she tried to channel her inner Caroline.

If she could have she would crawled underneath the sheets and hid. If she wasn't so desperate for a release of the pressure that built she would have told him to go to hell. As it were, she slowly dropped her hand and placed it back on her slit. If the need pulsing through her body wasn't so intense, so searing…

Breathing hard, she once again resumed the desperate stroking of her own flesh. After five minutes of it though she made a frustrated sound in her throat and her fingers stilled on her flesh. It wasn't enough.

"Damon," she moaned, glancing up at him. "Do something". He closed his eyes, and let out a deep breath. Fuck it.

He finally moved.

Sobbing her relief she didn't give him a chance to settle over her form on the bed, she pulled him down to her. The minute his mouth covered hers she opened her own allowing his tongue to plunge forcefully into her mouth. The kiss wasn't gentle and smooth like it was the night they had gone to the hotel. That night had been about seduction.

This kiss was brutal and wild and hard and tasted of sincere need. He tasted so good. Eagerly, her tongue twisted against his, wanting more. Her hands gripped his hair, holding him to her as his mouth devoured her. Lips and tongue meshed, hard, hungry, her wild and eager response urging him closer, urging the kiss deeper.

His arms went around her, blunt nails scraping along her back as she arched to him, her nude body twisting closer, desperate to mate every cell in their bodies together. His hard chest, with its fine sprinkling of hair rasped her nipples, engorging them to the point of pain. Powerful thighs parted hers, a hand moved to cup her breast, and still he kissed her.

She couldn't breathe. She didn't want to breathe. Her hands gripped his shoulders as small whimpering sounds of hunger rose in her chest. Elena could feel her body catching fire, her nipples, her clit, her vagina throbbing, aching for more.

He licked at her lips, nibbled at them, drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked at it before teaching her to do the same. She arched closer, the bare flesh of her pussy jerking against the long, hot thickness of his erection as it lay against the soft flesh.

This time she didn't panic at the feel of his cock, not like last time. This time she was more than ready for it, welcomed it.

"Fuck this is bad," he whispered against her lips, his words unable to hide the rumble of pleasure that echoed through his chest despite is words. It made her shiver.

Damon's tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, mimicking a much more sexual act as his hands moved over her back and her hips. They were never still. Stroking her, caressing her body until one moved purposely up her side, cupping the swollen mound of her breast.

Elena jerked at the sensation of his fingers suddenly gripping her nipple, milking it, rasping over it, electric darts of almost agonizing pleasure ripped through her stomach and shot to her womb with a punch of sensation.

She cried out into his kiss, her hands clawing his shoulders, adrift now in a pleasure that threatened to consume her. In her sexual lifetime she had never known anything like it. Had never tasted such a dark kiss, a kiss that warned her he had no intention of making allowances for sensual inexperience. He was hungry, needy. And she was the meal he craved.

She had never felt herself clench and spasm, with such desperate need. All thoughts of shame and embarrassment receded. Nothing else mattered to her other than the feel of his mouth on hers, the weight of his body pressing so deliciously into her. There was only Damon, only his arms holding her, his fingers tugging at her nipple, his tongue sweeping through her mouth.

Once more Elena moaned into the kiss, her tongue twining with his, helpless against the sensations working through her body. She was only barely aware of him using a hard thigh to push her legs apart, settling even more intimately against her. He never broke contact with her mouth to her relief and every now and then she swore he growled against her lips. The sound was hot, blistering with hunger, and sent juices flooding her pussy.

She'd always sensed he was more animal than man, sensed that beneath his veneer of civility and manners there was a beast waiting to get out.

She didn't care though. She was going up in flames. As it were, she was certain that she would come from his kiss alone. After one last low growl against her lips Damon released her slowly, giving her bottom lip a sucking kiss. The connection was finally broken. Elena instantly felt the loss and her eyelids lifted drowsily. She stared silently up at him, her breath catching as she saw the hungry look on his face. He looked wild, untamed and he was all hers tonight.

His lips covered hers again, his tongue pushing into her mouth as she moaned in hunger. He made her hungry, hungry for every kiss, his every touch. He was more potent than any drug known to man. If she could bottle his sexuality and sell it she would be a millionaire a hundred times over. Women would be clamoring to get some of him.

"You're making this really hard," he whispered absently, staring down at the full, hard crowns thrust of her breasts and their tight nipples.

Elena flushed at his words, arching upwards in response as he stared down at her. She watched his face, seeing the heavy sensuality that shaped his lips, made his eyes appear drowsy, his expression filled with lust.

"Damon" She whispered his name beseechingly, her nipples aching for the moist warmth of his mouth.

"If I put my mouth on you I'll never hold onto my control." He didn't look up at her as he spoke. He stared at her breasts. "You understand that, Elena? I won't stop."

She licked suddenly dry lips, staring into the piercing depths of his eyes when his gaze finally returned to hers. "Then don't stop."

Damon knew that if he continued with what they both wanted it would be loads of trouble, knew that his world would change drastically if he fucked her again. He had no idea how it would change but he knew that it definitely would. Every self-preservation instinct he had told him to get away from her but he couldn't make himself move. He was walking into something that had the potential to blow up into his face with his eyes wide open and cock standing at attention.

He was a fool. He had never been with anyone like Elena, not since Rose. Had made it his mission to never deal with virgins or innocents. She was so small, so sexually uncertain and inexperienced. His women had always been raw-boned and lusty, well able to take the formidable flesh he pushed between their thighs, Able to handle him when his control slipped and he was more animal than man.

Elena was delicate, slender and practically a virgin. The thought of the amazing tightness he knew he would find when he entered her was enough to make his breath catch in need.

"I don't wanna hurt you again," he whispered, feeling the hunger for her rising so sharp and fast it nearly overwhelmed him. Her scent wrapped around him, made him drunk on the need to touch her, taste her. His cock was throbbing and heavy between his thighs, pressing against her tummy as he leaned his forehead against hers.

She was breathing roughly, staring up at him with those dark, hungry eyes. "You won't."

Her whispered moan had his jaw tightening with the effort to control himself. "I don't know if I can go easy."

"I never asked you to."

He growled then. "It'll hurt again," he told her roughly.

She let out a shuddery breath. She didn't relish pain but she wasn't afraid of it either. This is what she wanted. "I can handle it." She swallowed tightly as his head lowered, his tongue licking at her shoulder.

"I don't think so but it doesn't matter anymore too late now. I let you walk away once without finishing this." He wanted it, needed it until it was a hunger in his soul. "I'm not making that mistake again." He grabbed her and kissed her roughly, his hands plunging in her hair as he anchored towards him.

He heard her whimper, a sound of naked longing and it went straight to his cock. He'd never thought to hear such a sound from her. His sweet little princess, always so proper, always so ladylike and innocent. Now she was naked underneath him with her thighs spread-eagle and shaking with arousal.

"I'll be honest with you." He secured both her wrist in one of his and stretched them over her head. The other ran over the soft curves of her body. "We're not going to make love, or have sex, we're going to fuck." He bit gently on her nipple "Hard and fast"

The confession surprised him. He hadn't meant to tell her that but she was looking up at him such trust and hunger he felt compelled to warn her. This wasn't going to be some sweet little make out session. They were going to fuck long and hard if he had his way.

A shudder went through her at his words. Instead of scaring her he was turning her on even more it seemed. He closed his eyes as he fought the need to take her fast and hard. His lips came over hers roughly, slanting against them as he claimed her with a kiss that rocked her to her toes. His tongue pushed past her lips, pumping into her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing hers, making her groan in hungry need as her arms came around his shoulders.

His hands smoothed up her waist, cupped her breasts. His thumbs traced slow, intricate designs around her pebble-hard nipples as he possessed her mouth, groaning against her as she pushed up, her soft abdomen raking the heavy length of his cock.

"Any last words?," he muttered as his lips slid from hers, tracking down her neck as she arched it just for him and shivered in pleasure as his teeth raked her skin.

"No," she panted as his lips feathered over one nipple. "I'm ready."

"Not yet," he groaned, his hand pushing up the mound of her breast a second before his lips covered it. "Not till I taste you"

He sucked deeply, moaning against her flesh, his tongue lashing the little bud before he moved and treated its twin similarly. Then his lips were moving lower, his hands pulling her thighs apart, lifting them, spreading them as his mouth covered the swollen, desperate flesh of her clit.

She moaned. A sharp breathless sound at the feel of his mouth in a place she'd never even let another see let alone taste until him. There was a split second of shame as she thought of his mouth there, his eyes on her most secret flesh but the sensation she was suddenly experiencing erased her shame.

Rockets of sensation burst through Elena's skull as his heated tongue moved slowly against the little bundle of muscle. She was so close. So sensitive that she could easily find her release with just with the right stroke. Evidently though, he was determined to torment her.

His mouth slid lower, his tongue stroking through the narrow slit of her swollen folds. He parted them easily, drawing the thick juices into his mouth, lapping at her heatedly as he stared up at her from between her thighs. Her eyes were wide as she stared down at him, unable to look away from the disturbingly erotic sight.

"I've wanted to do this again ever since that night at the party," he whispered against her sensitive flesh. "Wanted to bury my face in your pussy, and fuck my tongue hard and deep inside you."

His tongue plunged into the clenching depths of her vagina as she arched violently against him. A thin wail of need echoed around them as she fought to close her thighs, to hold him inside her. But his hands were there, spreading her farther apart, his eyes staring up at her over the mound of her pussy.

It was the most incredibly erotic thing she had ever known in her life, feeling his tongue lapping deep inside her as his bright eyes mesmerized her. Then watching him move, licking delicately through her slit once again and circling her clit with tormenting strokes before returning to the pulsing well of her pussy. She could barely think, her nerves were shorting and mini explosions were going on in her head as well.

Over and over again he tormented her, licking at her teasingly, pushing deep and hard inside her clenching vagina. Helplessly she screamed out at his tormenting touch. Her fingers were locked in the blankets beneath her, her head twisting against the pillow in desperation as she gave up watching him. Her eyes were closed, her mind rioting with the sensations spearing through her womb.

"Please." She was nearly sobbing now as he sucked at her clit again, his tongue stroking softly around it. "Please. Please. You're killing me."

His thumbs spread the folds of her pussy apart, his mouth moving deeper against her, more insistently. His tongue increased its strokes and she held her breath in anticipation.

"Yes. Like that." She could feel the heat coiling in the little bud, the wracking sensitivity increasing as his lips and tongue drove her closer to the edge. Elena trembled in anticipation, her thighs tightening against his shoulders, her hips writhing beneath him.

Closer.

Closer.

Her eyes flew open as it struck her without warning. Like a blast of heat, an explosion of pure, intense sensation swept through her body. Her breath stuck in her throat and she arched her back, a strangled cry dragging from her chest as she came apart beneath him. Elena shuddered, convulsing beneath the whiplash of his tongue as the world dissolved around her.

"Oh god…oh god…" she moaned as she slowly floated down.

Damon was silent. Saying nothing he moved away before the last violent pulses of her orgasm stopped and came over her body. Catching his weight on his elbows, he stared down at her with savage intensity as the head of his cock nudged against the sensitive opening of her pussy.

She went still at the feel of it, her eyes widening with trepidation despite the arousal that still raced through her. "Wait."

"Too late," he whispered grimly. "No going back."

Dear God. He was so big. Elena had to fight the rising panic as she felt the bulging head of his cock press against her sensitive opening. She caught her breath at the tight stretching sensation that began to burn her tender flesh as he pushed into her.

He watched her carefully from his new position. He was kneeling between her thighs, her legs raised, knees bent over his arms as he lifted her hips to him. The position was awkward; made her feel exposed but nothing she had said when he was pulling at her legs had made a difference. It was like he had said, it was too late.

Elena whimpered in distress then shuddered as she felt him lean into her. He was going slowly and she was thankful for that. There was a strained expression on his face and Elena knew then that this wasn't easy for him either.

She had all but begged him to do this. He had told her before that she wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want her innocence. He had made that clear but between her pleas and convincing words he had been roped into doing this.

"I'm sorry," she found herself saying suddenly.

He barely spared her a glance, his eyes riveted on the spot where they were slowly being joined. He slid forward marginally, giving her yet another inch. Oh, that was so good. She was stretched tightly around his cock, gripping the small amount of it he had worked inside her, and she was greedy for more.

There was no pain, at least not of the variety she had expected. There was an uncomfortable stretching; a feeling of trying to take too much but it wasn't bad, not like the first time.

"Damon," she whimpered, nervous despite the incredible pleasure filling her. He didn't answer. Instead he concentrated on sliding forward another inch. The head of his cock was now buried inside her and finally he looked up.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned as his gaze moved back to the point where he was penetrating her. Like he couldn't believe what he was doing unless he saw it happening. He retreated marginally before working the erect tip back inside her, loosening her further, easing her open for him. His muscles were taut, his body corded with his fight for control as he watched his cock sink inside her.

Elena twisted beneath him, breathing roughly as she felt him stretching her, feeling a fire raging inside her that threatened to destroy her sanity. She was stretched so tight around the broad shaft now she could feel every vein, every detail of it working inside her.

"God." The cry erupted from her throat. Her hands were ripping at the sheets, her head tossing as he began to pump gently inside her, stroking deeper, filling her further as her body slowly relaxed enough to allow it to slide in.

It was exquisite, a building, blistering sensitivity and heat that had her gasping, her womb convulsing as her pussy spasmed around his cock. And Damon was the most erotic sight she had ever seen in her life. His muscles bulged as he fought for control, his blue eyes blazing down at her, his black hair mussed, the over long strands falling around his face, creating the impression of a savage, lusty male animal. Her animal.

Elena arched to him, taking him deeper, working in time to his strokes. He muttered a curse as she stretched around him.

Suddenly he stilled and his eyes came up to hers again. "I'm sorry." This was it. He was going to push all the way in. He was going to bury his cock inside her and change things forever. Her mouth went dry.

He was breathing hard, rough. A little more than half of the straining flesh filled her now, throbbing hard and hot up the once narrow and unused channel of her pussy.

"Damon" Her own voice was strained as she felt her cunt milking his flesh, drawing at it, urging it deeper.

"I'm sorry." He was fighting for breath now, for control. "I can't wait. You're so tight, so sweet…" His eyes closed as he drew back marginally, caressing the sensitive nerve endings of her cunt before he stilled again. Elena barely had time to draw in a deep breath before he slammed hard and deep inside her. She nearly screamed as he pushed into her. Her back arched deeply as he separated her tissues, stretching it and she writhed beneath him, fighting to accept the ample width of male flesh impaling her.

His eyes burned down at her, his hands gripping her thighs as he breathed out roughly. "You OK?"

She nodded, incapable of speech. She was on fire. He groaned as he moved inside her, spreading her thighs further as he released them from his hold and leaned over her. His bigger body blanketed hers, his elbows catching his weight as her hands slid over his shoulders, relishing the feel of his skin against her. It also changed the level of penetration, causing him to sink deeper inside the giving flesh of her pussy.

Sensations piled atop each other, lightning-hot flares of pleasure and pressure building in her womb, streaking through her cunt. Her clit was swollen, throbbing, rising eagerly as his pelvis ground against it. Her nipples were cushioned against his hard chest, the smooth muscle rasping over them, the tiny, fine hairs caressing them heatedly. Elena was moaning almost nonstop now, arching and writhing beneath him.

One hand cupped her hip as he drew back. He slid smoothly within the tight entrance, retreating then forcing his way back until he was once again buried to the hilt. He was breathing roughly, fucking her with almost involuntary strokes, lifting her hips to him, sinking deep inside her.

She knew she needed to retain her grasp on the situation, knew she had to get a grip on what was happening but the feel of Damon gliding in and out of her body made it next to impossible. It was impossible to make sense of what was happening with Damon moving in and out of her, with his cock retreating then burying inside her, over and over again, stroking sensitive tissue.

She couldn't concentrate. Couldn't make sense of anything but it didn't seem to matter. He was breathing roughly, his head lowering so his lips could caress her shoulder as he thrust inside her with steadily increasing strokes.

Elena could hear herself whimpering in pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his hips, lifting her closer to him, thrusting back against him, the searing impalement sending sparks of fire zipping through her entire body.

"Don't stop," she gasped, protesting when he slowed and shifted to get a better grip. He was growling at her shoulder, his teeth scraping the flesh as she bucked beneath his. Sweat soaked both their bodies, joining their sticky flesh in yet another way.

She was on fire. Her pussy spasmed around his thick cock, needing more, starved for the unknown. She had never known anything like this. Wild and hot, shredding any sense of decorum, any modesty she once possessed. She needed him deep, hard, plunging in her as they set fire to the world around them.

"Please." Her body tightened on his throbbing erection. "Please. More. Please."

His head lifted at her pleas and he muttered something in Italian. Her explicitly hot demand exploded through his head, shredding his control. Her soft voice, so sweet and husky, almost innocent, begging to be taken, to be fucked, was more than he could stand.

Damon groaned desperately, fighting the urge to lock his teeth on her delicate shoulder and give her exactly what she wanted. He had fought the instincts, the driving hunger, as long as he could. When her words whispered over his senses, he was lost.

His hands tightened on her hips and he gave her what she had innocently begged for all the while hurling silent curses at himself for not being able to contain himself.

Sinking into the slick, ultra-tight tissue, he set a hard, fast rhythm that drove his erection to the very depths of her, burying his cock to the end and fucking her with a hunger he had never known in his life.

She was his now, his woman. His friend with benefits or whatever the fuck she wanted to label it as and there was no going back.

It wasn't long before Elena was screaming out beneath him, her nails piercing his back as his dick piercing her tight pussy. He could feel his release looming, as he could feel her flesh rippling over his cock. So close.

He held her still as he pumped inside her harder, the sounds of wet sex filling his ears, her sucking cunt wrapping around him as he felt her explode around his cock. Her pussy tightened, milking his flesh, fighting to hold it deep inside her as her juices spilled around it.

It was too much, too hot and too damned tight. He felt the last of his control snap as his own release broke free of his restraint. Dimly aware of not having any protection he tried to pull back as he felt the first hard jet of his semen spew inside her.

"Oh God! Damon!" Elena screamed his name as he felt her body shudder spasmodically beneath him. She was so tight around him. Her flesh stretched, hugging him, making it impossible to do what his conscience told him to do. Pull out.

With a growled curse he pushed even deeper inside of her. In for a penny, in for a fucking pound he thought. Damon groaned in defeat, held her to him and allowed his release to surge. He'd deal with it in the morning.

Each hard pulse of his come made him thrust harder into her and it had her screaming hoarsely. Elena writhed beneath him, as another orgasm peaked inside her, causing her to shudder harshly as she was forced to accept every hard inch of him.

She whimpered as the orgasm washed over her. The wracking shudders that had slammed through her body were weaker now. She trembled beneath him, her pussy clenching on the part of him still inside her as she moaned at the bursts of orgasmic echoes.

Her hands fell to the bed with a heavy thump, no longer gripping him tightly and her legs slid weakly from his hips no longer imprisoning him.

Damon dropped his head to the crook of her shoulder, silently fighting the shock and horror of what he'd just done.


He had meant to move away from her, to leave the bed, the room, to find someplace away from the scent of their lovemaking the minute she had fallen into a worn out sleep. He had meant to do it without pause, to go outside and have a smoke where he could think. Where he could consider this new, shocking development clearly and decide what to do next.

He'd messed up and since there was no help for it now his next move would be to do as much damage control as possible. With that in mind, he began to roll away from her.

As he moved from her, she whispered his name. Drowsy with repletion, her body exhausted from the demands he had made on her, the sound of his name breathed from her lip was like coming into contact with a brick wall. It was stunning and stopped him from moving. His entire body tensed when she moved against him.

She tugged at his arm weakly, pulling him back to her, moving into his arms and laying her head against his chest. He stared down at the tangle of dark hair that spilled across his shoulder and arm. One of her slender legs crossed over his; an arm lay over his stomach. He was tied as securely to the bed now as he would have been if it had been chains instead of one delicate woman.

It was weird. Nice. He usually never stuck around for this part, and he had never slept in a bed with any woman before. Still, a part of him rebelled against the closeness, and when he shifted to move she burrowed even deeper into him.

What was he supposed to do? Tentatively, he wrapped his arms around her, expecting the position to be uncomfortable. It wasn't. She fit against him as though she had been made for him. He had never allowed himself to hold a woman after sex. Had never felt comfortable enough, or relaxed enough to sleep with one. They all wanted something from him and he made sure he never gave them the chance to express their wants. After sex he left or they did. It was routine. Yet there he was fighting the urge to stay. He had never had this problem and he had sure as hell never been able to keep from pulling away from one.

But Elena was different.

He ran an open hand down her back, enjoying the smooth skin beneath his callused one. God! What had he done to her? He closed his eyes, swallowing tightly at the remembrance of him crowding into her too small body. Like an animal. He'd been so rough with her. He hadn't gone slowly like she deserved, hadn't taken his time. He had fucked her instead of making love to her.

In the process he had discovered that she was such a creature of sensuality, hot and erotic once the restraints had come off. She had burned him alive. He rested his chin against her head, wondering at this strange change within him.

He felt bad about what they'd done, what he'd allowed to happen but even that guilty feeling couldn't eliminate the memory of the pleasure. The pleasure that had been so intense, so much deeper than anything he had known, that he wanted nothing more than to repeat it. Letting out a slow shaky breath, he continued to hold her against him and let her rest. He hoped she was sleeping.

Prayed she was sleeping.

Because if she wasn't, there wasn't a chance in hell he could keep himself from taking her again right here, right now. Damon let his fingers sink into the soft waves of hair that flowed over his chest and down her back. Closing his eyes he allowed his mind to let go of the turmoil building. There was nothing he could do right then so he might as well get some rest. And so for the time ever, he allowed his eyes to drift to a close as he slept with someone other than himself inside of a bed, dreamless, and torment free.


He was awakened later by the feel of his hard cock pressing obtrusively against her ass. She was naked still, and they were spooning, and fuck if it didn't feel amazing. He wanted her again and didn't hesitate to glide his hand over the bare flesh that encased him.

"Elena?" He whispered, hoping she'd wake up and put him out of his misery.

She lifted her head to look up at him, her brown eyes drowsy with sleep and confusion as they fought to discern what was going on. Slowly he moved, pushing her to her back, coming over her, her breasts swollen and her nipples hard little peaks from the cold air in the room.

"Again?" She murmured with such innocent surprise that his heart constricted and his cock spasmed.

"Again, hell all night if we want," he whispered with a laugh as he gently eased her into his arms, lying beside her, his hand smoothing down her damp back. "I can't get enough of you."

Her breath hitched, one hand clutched at his back, the other around his neck, drawing them closer to each other. "Good me too," she moaned.

"You sore?" He wondered hoping to God that she wasn't and that nothing hampered him from relieving the fever that surged through his veins. "Do you want a shower?"

She shook her head against his chest. "Nope just you"

Even as he cursed himself for what he was about to do, he couldn't help the leap of excitement that rose in him. He had yet to get enough of her. Gently rubbing her arms, he turned her to her side, bringing her leg over his as he pulled her ass back against him.

She still shook and he wondered if part of it was from fear. He didn't think it was but to be on the safe side he rubbed the side of his face against her and whispered quietly, "We'll go slow this time OK?"

"OK." Her voice was a thread of sound.

He slowly pushed inside of her, surprised to find her wet already.

Elena's entire body shook. She gasped and moaned a long drawn out sound as the thick length of his cock re-entered her, stretching her, sliding in deep. The hot, wet and tight clasp had him gritting his teeth at the renewed pleasure.

"You feel so good," he murmured at her ear as his fingers went to the swollen bud of her clit and massaged it gently. "Never had it this good"

"You're just trying to make me feel good…that's why," she gasped, her words coming out on raggedly. "That's...that's the only…only reason…."

"Not the only reason." He assured her, nibbling at her earlobe, loving the sharp intake of her breath and the way she thrust back at him.

"Oh God," she groaned, tightening around him, shivering at the feel of his lips against her neck.

He smiled then licked the soft flesh just beneath her ear, loving the little gasps she made. He was still smiling when he pushed harder into the tight sheath, gritting his teeth now at the pleasure.

"Will it always be this good?" she panted the question.

"Yep, and it gets better" And for some reason that disturbed him. He couldn't imagine wanting her more than he did now, and what that would do to him.

"Harder" The plea stole from her as he felt the shivers working through her vagina. It caused his control to slip he thrust deeper than before. A strangled cry escaped her and her nails dug deep into his forearms.

"Shit…sorry. Did that hurt?" He was tortured; agonized over the fact that he might be hurting her, that she was in pain because of his inability to hang on to his control. "Tell me if it hurts. I'll try to stop."

He buried his head in her damp hair. God help him if he was hurting her. God help them both because he would be the only thing that would make him stop.

"No. More…" she gasped and almost instantly his strokes became deeper, harder.

Damon couldn't control it. His hips began to thrust his cock harder inside her, the rawness of no protection between them making the pleasure so damned good he wanted to howl with it. He'd never had sex without some kind of protection. He had been her first just as she was his first.

"Hurts?" he demanded again, gritting his teeth, fighting for control.

"No," she cried out, her hand moving to grip his that was braced on her hips. "So good…"

Assured once more, Damon pushed her to her stomach, moving behind her. Instinct guided him now, pleasure overtaking his mind. Spreading her thighs wide he slammed his hips into her buttocks, feeling his balls tighten against the base of his cock as he drove deep and hard inside her.

His head lowered, his teeth gripping the sensitive area between shoulder and neck as she screamed out in pleasure. And it was pleasure. She was begging for more, held still by his hard body, his plunging hips, and hands that held her still for his invasion.

He was the animal he had always feared. In the back of his mind, Damon was appalled at his own actions, but helpless in the face of the frenzy overtaking him. It was more than he could bear. He could control himself no longer.

Primitive, throaty, his growl demanded her surrender, her submission to him as he powered inside her, over and over. She was crying out now, her body tight, reaching, and desperate. His cock tunneled deeper and she screamed out in desperation, her muscles locking on his erection as her orgasm swept over her once again.

Damon plunged deep and hard, his own climax rocking his soul, the growls constant now, rumbling from his chest as he felt the hard spurt of his semen inside her, the burning grip of her muscles, and the wash of her own release. She was sobbing, sobbing loudly but shoving back at him.

Then she was still.

Slowly, the inner muscles unlocked and Damon felt his own erection begin to subside minutely. His chest heaving, lungs burning, he slumped over her, driving them both into the mattress. Her body became pliant, relaxed beneath his.

"I think you might just be the BEST friend I've ever had" He bit the back of her neck.

She laughed, long and hard and he felt his heart surge so violently in his chest that terrified him clear to his soul.

Captured effortlessly

That's the way it was

Happened so naturally

I did not know it was love


This long update was largely inspired by the song Go by Delilah, god it fits these two so perfect! great song too,

special thanks to kfulmer *:)