Chapter nineteen

"I would've known what I was living for,"- Turning Page by Sleeping At Last

After compromising with Charlie on what to do with Ben's body, Damon managed to make it look like he got into a car crash, so that his body was discovered but nobody could trace it back to Damon. A few days following the discovery of Ben's body, Charlie got a phone call from Ben's mother telling her about his death and inviting her to the funeral.

"I can't do it," Charlie said, lying across their bed. "I can't go to his funeral and look his family in the eyes knowing that I'm the reason he's dead."

"Charlie, I killed him, you didn't." Damon sighed, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yes, but you killed him because he was kissing me," she explained, her hazel eyes shut.

"He was thinking about doing more than just kissing you, Charlie," Damon muttered darkly.

She sighed, guilt eating away at her. She couldn't help but not feel guilty that her husband had killed Ben for her. It was just who Charlie was. "Maybe so, but I still can't face his family," she mumbled.

"Fine, we can send flowers or something," Damon told her before frowning down at his wife. "You're not still mad at me, are you Char?" he asked her quietly.

She shook her head, brown curls flying. "No, I forgive you Damon- for everything," she told him. Charlie was just stressed out. She had a dead ex-fiancé, an overbearing mother, a heart disease, and a group of vampires, werewolves, and hunters that wanted her husband and brother-in-law dead all weighing down on her shoulders. She needed relaxation.

"I'm going to surprise you," Damon blurted out suddenly, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

Charlie sat up and raised an eyebrow. "With what?" she asked, bemused and curious at the same time.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?" Damon countered before leaving the room. Charlie just sighed before lying back on the bed. She closed her eyes, apprehensive and excited for Damon's surprise. She didn't know when he'd spring it on her, but she was sure that it was going to be one hell of a surprise.

"Get up."

Charlie groaned and aimed a kick at her husband. "What the hell, Damon?" she said sleepily, putting a pillow over her head.

Damon ripped the blanket off of his half asleep wife and she gasped as the cold air jolted her awake. "I hate you so bloody much," she muttered, sitting up.

Charlie pushed her messy hair out of her face and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand and aimed a glare at her husband. "Are you serious, Damon? It's four in the bloody morning! You wake me up again and I'm divorcing you," she threatened, before lying back down.

"Well, if you divorce me, you won't be able to get your surprise," Damon said with a smirk.

Charlie sat up again and raised an eyebrow. "It better be an amazing surprise if you're waking me up at four in the morning for it," she grumbled before getting out of bed.

"I already have you packed, just get ready and meet me in the car," he instructed her.

Charlie dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt and met Damon in his Camaro. She fell asleep during the car ride, and when Damon woke her up it was almost two hours later. She pulled away from his shoulder and stretched. "Where are we?" she asked after yawning.

"Airport. I gotta say, I got some really weird looks carrying you through security in my arms," Damon told her with a slight smirk.

"Where are we going?" Charlie asked, settling her head against Damon's shoulder again.

"Think of it as a second honeymoon," Damon said vaguely.

She frowned at his obvious refusal to tell her exactly where they were going. "Maui again?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I'll give you a hint; we're leaving the country."

"Europe?" she guessed.

Damon shook his head. "Nope."

She sighed in frustration. "Can't you just tell me?" she asked, glowering at him.

Damon sighed and kissed the side of her head. "Only because I feel like being nice," he told her, just as the flight attendant called their flight.

Damon stood up and grabbed their carryon bags. Charlie frowned and stood up after him. "Where are we going?" she repeated, following Damon.

"The Bahamas Char," Damon told her, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "We're going to the Bahamas."

"I love you so bloody much. Have I ever told you that?" Charlie told her husband as they walked towards the small beach house Damon had rented out for their "second honeymoon."

"I get it now- the key to your love is to take you on expensive locations. I'll make a note of that," Damon said teasingly, carrying all of their bags.

It was a clear night at the Bahamas, and the air was slightly breezy and warm. When they came to the front door, Damon dropped their bags and picked Charlie up bridal style in one fluid motion. She giggled and swung an arm around his neck.

"Really?" she asked as Damon walked into the house with his wife in his arms.

"It's tradition to carry the bride over the threshold, Char. Duh." Damon teasingly rolled his eyes at his wife.

"Are you going to carry me over every threshold we cross?" Charlie asked, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck. Damon ignored the bags at the front door and carried Charlie towards the bedroom.

"If I find it necessary to, then yeah." Damon smirked before dropping Charlie down onto the bed.

"You only like carrying me because you know what happens next." Charlie rolled her eyes, but grabbed Damon by his shirt and yanked him down towards her. Their lips met, and she ripped Damon's shirt off, sending buttons flying, before flipping them over and straddling his waist.

Damon smirked against his wife's lips. He loved it when she got dominant.

"Make the sun go away."

Charlie groaned and buried her face into Damon's neck, as the bright sun peeked out from behind the curtains and shone in her eyes. He chuckled and wrapped an arm around his wife's naked waist.

"Time to get up, Char," he told her, Charlie's dark, messy curls falling into his face.

"No, can't we stay in bed all day?" she offered a sleepy yet seductive smile and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Fine by me." Damon shrugged and then smirked and flipped them over. Charlie got to be dominant last night- it was his turn now.

"Wait, no," Charlie mumbled and pulled away. "We never left the bedroom during our last honeymoon. I want to actually see the Bahamas."

Damon groaned. "After a quickie, and then I promise that we can go to the beach." Damon suddenly smirked. "Besides, you should see the bikinis I packed for you."

Charlie rolled her eyes; she could only imagine the skimpy swim suits that Damon had bought for her. She bet that they were more revealing than some of the lingerie she owned. "How about we skip the quickie, and then we can have sex on the beach again," she offered. Despite getting sand everywhere, beach sex was hot.

"Deal," Damon said, before kissing Charlie's shoulder and releasing her. He got out of bed and Charlie followed. She pulled on his shirt from last night only to realize that it didn't button up. Charlie smirked to herself and left the ruined shirt on.

Damon groaned when he saw his wife walk into the kitchen with the shirt on, hiding absolutely nothing. She was such a tease and he loved it. "Can we eat breakfast before we have hot beach sex? I'm starving," Charlie said, sitting down at the small table in the kitchen.

Damon, wearing just boxers, walked to the fridge and pulled out the ingredients to make Charlie pancakes, they were her favorite. He had made sure that there would be food already at the house before they arrived.

After Charlie was stuffed with chocolate chip pancakes, she went back into the bedroom and changed into one of the bikinis Damon had picked out for her. She sighed when she saw them. She had been right when she thought that they would be skimpy and revealing- she had underwear that covered more than some of the bikinis Damon had packed for her.

In fact, Damon's packing skills were questionable. Most of the things that he had packed for his wife were lingerie. She rolled her eyes and laughed at her husband. She knew what he had in mind for them to do on their second honeymoon.

Charlie picked out the least skimpy out of all of the swim suits- a pink and white polka-dotted one- and slipped into it. She pulled on a pair of jean shorts- so short they could almost be considered underwear- and walked back out to meet her husband. Damon was in swim trunks, and openly checked out Charlie in the revealing clothes.

"You look nice," he told her, slipping an arm around her waist.

"You're never allowed to pack for me again. Ever," Charlie told him, as they started walking toward the beach that was basically their backyard.

"What? You look hot," Damon told her, and she rolled her hazel eyes.

Most of the things you packed for me were lingerie, and the others were short, skimpy, and slutty. I don't think that I have a decent thing to wear in public," Charlie told him, the warm, slightly humid breeze blowing her long locks into her face.

"Well, when I imagined this vacation, you weren't in clothes." Damon smirked down at her.

Charlie playfully pushed him away and laughed. She'd have to go shopping for decent clothes later. Despite what Damon had constantly hinted at, she didn't plan to spend their entire vacation naked with him. They'd fit some fun vacation-y things in between all the sex that they were bound to have.

Damon playfully narrowed his eyes at his wife. Her eyes widened, and she could practically read his thoughts. "Damon, don't you dare!" she yelled, before running away from him.

Damon chased after his wife and easily caught her. He grabbed her and his arms wrapped around her waist. She was giggling like crazy, and he kissed her neck before carrying her to the ocean.

"In you go, Charlie," Damon said, before throwing her into the water. Charlie went into the warm water, laughing the entire way. When she came back to the surface, she glared teasingly at her husband, who was laughing.

"You're so going to get it!" she yelled at him, running out of the water, soaking wet.

"Ooh, I'm shaking," Damon said sarcastically as Charlie ran at him. He easily caught her around the waist and pulled her down to the sand. Their lips met as the sand coated Charlie's wet skin.

Charlie's bare legs wrapped around Damon's waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. He toyed with the string tying her bikini top to her.

"I believe that you owe me beach sex, Missus Salvatore," he said huskily, before kissing her roughly again. Charlie smirked into the kiss, never feeling as blissful as she did with Damon on the beach.

Their second honeymoon was exactly what they both needed.

A/N: sexy and romantic fluff- exactly what I had promised. Expect some more before we get back to all of the drama.

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