What we were is not all we could be- Chapter 11
A/N: Ello, cheries. :D Enjoy the new chapter.
Disclaimer: Said it too many times. You know what's supposed to be here. I bet most of you already skipped this because you're more interested in the story…Well, let's get to it then.
~VD~
Caroline lay in Damon's arms. She felt good. She shouldn't. She shouldn't feel so good, lying in the arms of the man who abused her. But she did. She couldn't help it. It wasn't the fact that they had just slept together, that mad a feeling of guilt creep into her mind. It was the fact that he was Elen…No, screw Elena. He had said it himself. But how could she believe that? How could she believe that after being so hopelessly in love with Elena, that he would all of a sudden, fall in love with her? She sighed as she wiggled herself out of his grip. Damon stirred.
He remembered. Every glorious memory of the last few hours. Her lips trailing all over him. It had been amazing. Damon was sure he had never felt anything like it. Her moans came flooding back to him, her gasps, her quivers and most of all the little movements she made to indicate what she liked and what she didn't. At the end of it, Damon had been very well spent. When he came around to thinking about it, it had been worth the wait. He opened his eyes to find her getting up.
"Ugh, no. Stay with me." He said, his voice drunken with sleep.
"Why?" She mused.
"Because I want you in my arms." He mumbled.
"Afraid there's no time." She said with over exaggerated dismay.
"What time is it?"
"It's almost twelve, Damon. The party is over."
"So? We're vampires. We can compel people."
"Yes, but that's wrong." She chastised playfully.
"Ugh, don't tell me you're going all St. Stefan on me?" Damon groaned.
"Ah, so you sleep with Stefan?" She joked.
Damon shot her an irritated look.
"Hey, I'm not judging." She winked. He rolled his eyes.
"No, I am not sleeping with Stefan. That would be 'Ew' considering where his dicks been." Damon pulled a face.
"And my guess is yours has been through hell and back." She shrugged. Then her eyes flashed. "Hey, have you ever slept with a guy?" She wondered out loud.
"Maybe. Maybe not. What's it to you?" He asked curiously.
"Oh I was going to suggest a threesome." She said sarcastically.
"With me and another guy? No way."
"Why not? Afraid you'll become gay?" She teased.
"No. Seeing you with another man is an absolute no. It's like the ouch-ouch-ouch big time!"
Caroline snorted.
"Posessive much?"
"Very much. You're mine."
"Says who?"
"Says me!" Damon said as if it was obvious. Then he did an eye-thing.
"Are you going to get your lazy ass off that couch?"
"Nope. Not unless you make me."
"Maybe the fact that you need to get out of here soon will get your jump on?"
"Why?"
"Like I said, the place is closing. Besides, our flight leaves at four."
"Four? In the morning?" Damon deadpanned.
"Yup. Come on, let's head back to the hotel." Caroline sighed as she fiddled with her zipper. Damon stared at her. She had just slept with him, and she was acting like it didn't even matter. How?
"Need help there again?" Damon asked helpfully.
"Knowing you you'd probably tear the dress to shreds rather than zipping it up."
"I can behave, you know?" He shook his head, silently laughing.
"Clearly you can't when you're thinking with little Damon." She made a cheeky expression. He laughed. Then he got up and sped behind her. He turned her around to face him. Cupping her chin. She didn't look startled at all. Like she was expecting this.
"What did this mean to you?" Damon asked, looking deep into her eyes.
"Honest answer?" She asked carefully. Damon gulped. What was she going to say? Could he really handle a rejection now? Now that he had felt up every inch of her body? Now that he had completely ravished her, gotten lost in her? He was preparing for the worst, but mentally, he knew he couldn't take it if she refused him.
Caroline took a deep breath. She was taking a leap of faith, she knew it too. Would Damon go running scared if she confessed? Would he tire of her? She didn't know. But she risked it anyway. She had nothing more to lose anyway. By the end of the week, she'd be dead or in a parallel universe. She scoffed a little. Damon gave her a funny look and she smiled weakly. All or nothing…
"A lot…" she started. His face fell slightly.
"That's it?" He asked. Expecting more. He bit his lip a little. He looked adorable like that. Gosh, he'd probably kill her for that if he could read her thoughts.
"Damon, I loved you once. I truly did. Even without the compulsion. Even after I became a vampire. Then I found Tyler, and everything changed. You were pushed into the background, and you fancying Elena didn't exactly help. But now, you're pushing your way into my life again, and I'm pretty certain if you keep acting the way you do when you're not confessing your love for Elena, I'm going to fall for you all over again." She sighed. Then she studied his face. What was he going to do?
Damon took in all of her words. They tore at his heart strings. He had to explain the Elena situation. He had to explain why he had been such an idiot.
"Caroline, I wasn't lying when I told you I loved you last night."
Caroline smiled a little sadly. Clearly that wasn't what she wanted to hear.
"Do you want to know something, Caroline?" Damon asked tenderly.
"What, Damon?"
"When you overheard me profess my love to Elena on the phone, all I was trying to do was make her jealous. I fell out of love for Elena a long time ago." Caroline's eyes didn't bulge. Damon was starting to worry. What was Caroline's solemn expression all about? She looked as if someone could stake her right now, and she wouldn't care. With a shocking realization Damon had realized that Caroline had given up completely. She had accepted something. What was it though?
"I know."
"You know? Then why are you not wrapping your arms around me kissing me?" Damon said, dismayed. He wanted to kiss her. Oh god, how he wanted to kiss her.
"Because you loved Elena with all of your being. She was your world. Now I'm supposed to believe that you'd just drop her? And even if you did, who's to say you won't drop me as soon as someone better comes along? I mean-" She was rambling. She needed to stop.
"Because there is no one better for me." Damon shook his head. Caroline glanced up at him. How had this happened? She had been perfectly content with dying. And then he came along. Shook everything up. Tugged at her heart until she broke the ice surrounding it. Made her feel again. She didn't want it. But how could she not let it happen? Even though he hurt her, he made her smile twice as often. Even though he annoyed her, she wouldn't have it any other way. She was lost. She was going to die.
Damon looked down to her. He smiled genuinely. The way she looked right now made him want to cry. He already felt a tear jerking in his eye. "I'm going to kiss you now." Damon said, stuttering a little. When did Damon Salvatore become the person to stutter? What was she doing to him? What was she turning him into? He didn't mind though, as long as she'd be his. He lowered his lips, and she met him halfway. She sent an electric shock through his body. He groaned. Caroline pulled away. She pecked him on the lips.
"Come on, let's get going. Put your stuff back on." Damon only then realized his nakedness. If he was human, he would have blushed. But the way Caroline was ogling him was about to cause a completely different reaction.
"If you want anything to move along, stop looking at me like that. It's making little Damon jumpy."
"Well, he's not that little." Caroline pulled a 'not bad' face. Damon smirked.
"So I take it you were lying about the 'I've had better'?"
"Well back then, no. Now, whew!" She pretended to be hot and fanned herself with her hand.
"So it was good for you?" He asked, pulling up his pants and fastening his belt. She came over to him, holding his shirt in her hand. She smirked.
"Oh yeah." Then she wiggled her eyebrows.
"Well, glad I could be of help." She fastened his tie and pecked him on the cheek.
"So…." She said as he wrapped his arms around her. He looked at her again. She could get used to it. She'd give in now. And then in a week she'd be gone, he'd probably run back to Elena, despite what he said earlier, and then nothing would matter anymore. So why not let her feelings run course?
"So…are we in a relationship?" Damon asked.
"If you really want to label it, sure." She shrugged.
"Why am I getting the vibe you don't like that one bit?"
"I dunno. I guess, ugh fine. But you have to ask."
"Didn't I just do that?" He asked confused.
"I mean really. As in, yes or no question and stuff."
Damon formed a crease on his forehead.
"That's so fifth grade."
"Yeah, you would know, wouldn't you?" She teased.
"I was in fifth grade too, you know."
"Yeah, like a hundredsixty years ago. I doubt they did it like we do now."
"Oh no, the sex in the fifth grade was horrible." Damon said sarcastically.
"I know, right?" Caroline shook her head, dripping with sarcasm. Damon sighed. He got down on one knee, and held Caroline's hand.
"Caroline Forbes, will you be my girlfriend?" He looked so submissive. She smiled widely.
"Certainly, Damon Salvatore." Damon rolled his eyes amused and then pulled her down on his leg to kiss her.
"Mmh…Damon, we should get going though." She said after five minutes or so.
"Fine, be the kill joy." He said jokingly. He got up, patted down his clothes, took his jacket off the chair and put it around Caroline's shoulders. She smiled up and him, and his heart skipped a beat. Or-you know- it would have. How the hell did he end up so damn lucky? He kissed her head and then lead her out the door.
~VD~
A/N: Just letting you know, I have three more chapters planned, and then it's over. I already have a sequel planned though. Tell me what you think. And if you haven't already, please check out my new story: "Because you're you-and I'm me." Xoxo, Chris.
