~It was uncontrollable; me beginning to cry for the stupidest reasons, and in front of my sexy masseuse, too. I took control after about a minute, and I stopped. I got so angry at myself, and I growled under my breath, cursing myself to hell for being such a wimp. I was seventeen-nearly eighteen-and I was acting like a little three year old. I rubbed my eyes violently and grumbled. Damon watched with a strange look on his face. Did it look like love...?

"Ah, Jesus Christ," I muttered sitting up. "I'm such a big baby!"

But, as I sat up, Damon's lips tackled me as well as his hands on my shoulders. His lips were warm and sexy, gently moving with mine. I gave over to them immediately, running my fingers through his hair and his broad pair of shoulders, pulling him down onto the couch over me. I rubbed those muscular arms, revelling in the feel of those big biceps. He responded with gentle strokes across my bare back, and a warm tongue slid into my mouth in the most romantic way possible. I used to think french kissing was gross, but Damon, as most of you will think, made it so romantic and passionate that I didn't realize he was sliding the sheets off my body inch by devastating inch, making my skin sizzle and flame a dark hue of red.

Then with a jolt, I knew what he wanted from me. I pushed him away gently, breaking the ever-lasting kiss that made my head swim.

"Damon, wait...Not right now, please," I begged. "Okay, I admit it. Having a crush on a vampire is more than just shocking. Honestly, it's a bit terrifying, what with the fangs and red eyes and knowing you could suck my blood of you wanted to. And with my parents and Spencer being dead...and you being partially dead, I don't really think I could have sex with you right now. Not after what Brian tried to do to me. So..." I gulped. I had to get out of my mouth. "I love you, Damon Salvatore. But I don't think I can have a serious relationship right now, okay?" I reached up to brush hair out of those eyes. He caught my hand. I thought I was in trouble at first, but he just laid it back onto my body, and, as if nothing previously had happened, he resumed his massaging.

"Damon? Did I say something wrong?" I asked gently. He shook his head, but didn't say anything. I let him have his way, then. At least I got my stress out a little. Damon was strangely quiet the whole time he massaged me, but his hands felt so good I didn't really care anymore.

Damon's kiss still lingered on my lips. I gingerly touched my lips as he rubbed out tense muscles in my bare back-yes, bare; I let him pull down the sheet until it only covered my buttocks; everything else was bare skin-and I had an urge to kiss him again.

"Damon?" I asked. His hands never ceased there rubbing as he spoke.

"Yes, lovely?" he said.

"Do you think Stefan as a brother like you used to?"

Damon's hands were still then. My skin burned where his fingers were located on my bare waist, but I ignored that. Damon's hands continued to move, though a little hesitantly. "Why do you ask?" he said. His voice was a bit creepy, nearly icy with dripping venom around the edge of his tone. I shuffled under his hands again. His fingers stroked my spine soothingly.

"Because you seem so harsh and so sarcastic around him," I replied into the couch cushions.

It was a long time until he spoke. I waited patiently. "I don't really hate him, to be honest. You can say it's just a sibling rivalry intensified by a thousand because your feelings that you felt before as a human is magnified when you turned into a vampire." He gave my butt a gentle smack, and playfully, I sat up and gave him a push onto the carpet. He yelped and fell to the floor. "And that was not necessary."

"Then don't smack my ass next time. Can I eat now?" I demanded, speculating the Taco Bell on the table next to me.

"Pay up first," he said with a sexy grin. I flushed. He got up, with the vampire speed of course, and stopped just two centemetrs from my nose. His breath, smelling of something other than the metallic scent of blood, and lifted a hand to my face.

"And why would you need a payment for food?" I asked stupidly.

"Because I got you food, shopped at a poor excuse for a clothing boutique, gave you a full body massage, and made sure this place is safer than area 51," he replied, then kissed me again. I couldn't help it. I jumped on him, sticking my tongue into his mouth eagerly. His breath and feather like touches were so soft and gentle that I moaned. Damon's lips travelled to my throat, and I gasped at his teeth grazing the skin there.

"I just told you moments ago, I am not having sex with you," I giggled, pushing up off of him. He played the mask of hurt, and pouted. I rolled my eyes and dug into my food so fast I was as fast as Damon when he did something.

"I know one other way you can pay up for all this," he suddenly said, leaning over my shoulder while I inhaled my nachos.

"Oh really?" I muttered around the chip and cheese I chewed on with eager teeth.

"Go crazy," he said with a wide grin, throwing his arms as wide as they would go. I was hopelessly lost with his words.