April 2, 1994

Caro diary,

God damn it, I cannot believe what has happened! I knew it was only a matter of time before Damon would remember the one and only way to get me into bed with him, and now, apparently, it seems that time has come. I guess though, in a way, I'm proud of him for finally remembering.

I came home from the gym yesterday after my appointment with my personal trainer to find the boardinghouse seemingly empty. I felt like I should shower off, so I went to my bathroom, undressed, and turned the water on. I stood there for a half an hour or so letting the steam vapors rise around me, and letting the warm water purify my body.

Then, I decided that that was probably enough. I turned off the water, flinching slightly at the squeak of the faucet, and pushed the shower curtain aside, stepping out slowly as my eyes scanned the room for a towel.

I found a large, fluffy white one in a rack beside the sink, and wrapped it around me. Then, I went back to my room, and was not just a little surprised to see Damon standing in front of my dresser. Despite the fact that he's seen everything that I've got, I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious.

"Would you get out, I need to get dressed!"

That made him smile. "Why should I get out? We're married, you've been in bed with me. I can look if I want to. Besides, I only came up here to ask you if you would be interested in renewing your fencing lessons. It's not like I knew you were in the shower."

I sighed. "All right, wait for me a few minutes, and then, I'll be right down.

He grinned a beautiful, mischievous, mysterious grin, and I felt a sudden urge to just whip off the towel right then and there, but I kept it in check.

"All right Bella, I'll see you in a few minutes." He turned on his heel, and left, closing the door softly behind him.

I sighed to myself, and went to my closet. I took off the towel, and folded it, putting it at the foot of my bed. Then, I opened my closet door, and the real shock came. I found that all my clothes were missing. The only thing that was in my closet was a lacy black silk negligee and a matching robe.

Screaming in anger, I ripped it off the hanger and put it on. Stomping to my bedroom door, I opened it. Then, I decided to scream some more, hoping Damon would hear me.

"Damon Salvatore, ottenete il vostro asino di maledizione del dio in su qui ora e mi dite che cosa l'inferno ha accaduto a tutti i miei vestiti!"

I could hear him laughing even from upstairs. He wasn't scared of me. He walked up with a leisurely pace, and grinned from ear to ear at the sight of me.

"What the hell is this, and where are my clothes?" I picked up a handful of the robe and thrust it at him.

He just kept on grinning. "That's for me to know, and you to find out, isn't it? Besides, I like you in black."

I narrowed my eyes. "I'll bet you do."

"If you come downstairs, I'll give you the opportunity to possibly disembowel or decapitate me."

"It would be my pleasure." I was so angry, that was all I could think about, and it was a good thought.

When we arrived downstairs, I found everything set up, including another shot glass full of wine for me. This was good. It wasn't enough to get me drunk, it was just enough to loosen my muscles up a bit.

I downed it, then loosened up my shoulders. Damon took his place across from me and grabbed his sword. Then, he gracefully threw me mine.

Despite inconvenience of my clothing, I will not hesitate to say that I fought pretty skillfully.

"By the way," I asked Damon as he and I sparred, "where is everyone?"

I cut to his left hip, and he immediately parried with his own sword.

"They're gone. I told them we needed some time alone. And by the way, I haven't been completely honest with you. When I was at the University, I had some one night stands."

That woke me up. "Oh, really? Anyone I knew?" I'd had enough of swords. They were too clunky. I threw mine down, and went after my husband. He dropped his sword immediately.

"Oh, not really. Fiorenza Capriello, Giacinta Mirella, Bianca Calicini-"

That made me cold. "You slept with Bianca Calicini while you were married to me?" my arm felt charged with angry energy. Before I could stop myself, I punched him in the nose, hard. It began to bleed.

Bianca Calicini had been my Italian enemy. She had always tried to get guys I wanted for myself. She was completely easy when it came to guys.

He began to tell me other things too, and I kept on hitting him. It didn't seem to bother him though. Finally, he left, and got me another shot glass of wine and I drank it.

When I went to punch the next time, he grabbed me in an embrace. Then, he whispered in my ear, "Bella, you're getting a little too big for your britches."

I don't know what made me say the next thing I said. Maybe his embrace felt good, maybe I was desperate, or maybe, I admitted to myself, I just needed sex.

"Why don't you take them off then?" he carried me upstairs, to his bedroom. He had silk sheets that he'd bought last time we were in Europe. He laid me down, and went to turn off the lights. Pretty soon, I felt his weight join mine in the bed.

That night, all night, we made love in the dark for the first time in five hundred years.

fino a che non veniamo a contatto di ancora,

Selina

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