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Warning: smut.

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I'm so hot for her, she's so cold

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Brad. That was the name of Emma's date. She had had her share of laughs when she met him on the dating site and found out the name. It was too cliché, but then again, Emma just wanted one night of sex. As soon as she entered the restaurant, she spotted Brad sitting at a table right in the center of the place. He was a perfect gentleman, helped her take off her coat, pulled out a chair for her to sit in, let her choose what she wanted from the menu, and even ordered the most expensive wine available.

He was a doctor, which, surprisingly, made it quite interesting. Brad was an only child, working as a neurosurgeon in Charlottesville, his hometown, his father was deceased, but his mother had remarried. He was handsome and well articulated. He had brown hair and the same color eyes. His teeth were straight and very white, and his clothes were well kept and sober. He had a mark on his left ring finger, which indicated that he had probably been married before.

Brad did not flirt much. He seemed nervous, and at one point during dinner he confessed that this was his first date since the divorce. Emma was starting to get impatient. He was a nice person, but she suspected that this dinner would be nothing more than that: a dinner. Things were going smoothly, even too smoothly. But that was until Damon walked into the restaurant and pulled a chair from an empty table to sit between the two of them.

"What are you doing here?", Emma questioned Damon, and he smirked when he noticed that she was pissed.

"I was walking around the area and I got a craving for sushi. When I saw you here, I thought 'oh, what a coincidence' and so I decided to say hello. So, hello Emma", Damon replied debauchedly. The vampire seemed to be enjoying himself at her expense, and the girl's face grew increasingly red, and had nothing to do with the bottle of wine she'd shared with Brad. Damon turned to the man.

"You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend", Brad commented in an accusing tone.

"That's because I don't", Emma defended herself.

"Ouch! What am I to you?", Damon questioned her, pretending to be offended. Emma was livid.

"Damon, you're being such an asshole!"

"Oh, c'mon, you always knew that and it was never a problem", the vampire replied.

Brad, uncomfortable, removed the napkin that was on his lap, positioned it on the table next to his plate, and intended to stand up.

"I'll leave you two to it, it's apparent that I'm the third wheel here", the man announced. Emma stared at the man in despair.

"No, you stay!" she exclaimed, and then immediately looked at Damon, glaring at him with her eyes. "You go".

"Not going anywhere, dolly", Damon replied, crossing his arms and leaning back in the back of his chair. Emma huffed and stood up, throwing her napkin on the table rather dramatically, which amused the vampire.

"Fine, than I'll go with Brad, and you stay", she accused.

"You're not going with Brad", Damon snorted, making a debauched face.

"Yes, I am", Emma stubbornly said and picked up her coat, crossed the table and grabbed Brad's forearm. Before she could pull the man toward the door, however, Damon emerged in front of the two. The vampire was pissed and stared Brad in the eye.

"Here's what's going to happen, Brad" Damon said in a threatening tone. "You'll leave alone, because Emma was an awful date, you didn't like her and you don't ever want to see her again. Oh, and you'll pay for the bill".

"Damon, what the fuck?", Emma almost shouted, but Brad only discarded her grip and left the restaurant, dropping a wad of cash on the cashier's counter on the way. Emma stared at Damon with wide eyes. "What did you do, why did you do it?"

"You wanted me to kill him instead?", Damon asked as if he had done nothing and she was exaggerating. Emma huffed one last time before stamping her feet out of the restaurant like a spoiled child. The vampire left right behind her.

"You're overreacting, doll" Damon commented, walking quietly behind her in the parking lot in front of the restaurant. Emma stopped tapping her heels against the ground and turned with her cheeks on fire to him. She looked beautiful. The dress fit her body well and she carried her coat over her arm. The fact that she was pissed with him only made her sexier. He smirked.

"Overreacting?" she repeated, incredulous. "Overreacting? You compelled him! You ruined my date! God, Damon! Didn't you have a high school party to attend to? You drove two hours just to mess up with my date?"

"I'll answer your questions if you answer just this one: why the hell do you have a date?", Damon retorted.

"What the bloody fuck?" she asked, spitting out the words. Damon almost lost his composure; he loved it when she got all British.

"Why do you have a fucking date with him?" he repeated the question.

"Because I wanted to fuck! Is that a good answer? I wanted a nice fuck, Damon. That's why!" she shouted and a few people who were entering the restaurant stared at the two of them. Some were completely embarrassed, and others had scolding looks on their faces. Damon lost his disinterested posture and stood with stiff shoulders and a clenched jaw. His ice eyes burned her. He was angry.

"With him? Oh, c'mon, you can't fuck a Brad" Damon spat back.

"Why the hell not?" she asked, angry, and Damon took a deep breath before walking in stride toward her. Emma took a few steps back, trying to keep her distance, but Damon didn't give up and kept walking until she was pressed up against a random car. The vampire propped both hands on the roof of the vehicle, keeping Emma pinned between him and the car.

"Because you can fuck me". He stared at her seriously, burning her with his eyes, and Emma swallowed hard. Inside, she was on fire. She was angry with him, but most of all, she was completely given over to him. On the outside, however, Emma held his gaze, as if the two were competing to see who would look away first.

"Very funny, are you done?" she managed to reply.

"You can't just mourn for my almost-death, kiss me and then go on a date with Brad" Damon replied seriously.

"You kissed me, and it didn't count! You were dying!" she replied angrily, crossing her arms.

"I kissed you after that", Damon replied.

"It didn't count either, you did it to heal me", she stubbornly replied.

"I'm not so sure about that" he replied seriously. His gaze wandered from her whiskey eyes to the girl's pouty lips.

"You seriously need therapy", Emma said, trying to focus on the fact that she was pissed at him so she wouldn't let herself give in to him. Because, God, she wanted to give herself away. Damon cracked a smile and let his guard down, allowing the girl to get down and out from under his arm. The vampire, however, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back, causing her to collide with his chest.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah" she debauched, causing him to smirk. "You're possessive, and annoying, and an asshole"

"Annoying? Sometimes. Asshole? You're right about that..." Damon replied arching an eyebrow and bringing his face closer to hers. "Possessive? You brought that out in me, and I'm still learning how to handle it. See how well I can self-analyze?".

"Are you done now?", Emma asked, looking from Damon to his hand that wrapped around her wrist. The vampire sighed and released her.

The girl walked to her own car, opened the door, and threw her coat on the passenger seat. Emma started the car and drove to the nearest hotel she could find, after all, she had drunk half a bottle of wine. The place wasn't the most inviting, but it was what she had gotten. After paying for the night at the front desk and getting the key, Emma went upstairs and opened the door. She intimately knew she shouldn't, but she was surprised to find Damon lying on the bed, arms crossed behind his head, propped against the headboard.

"How did y..."

"It's a hotel, dolly" Damon replied. "I don't have to be invited in".

Emma closed the door behind her, and Damon, at vampire speed, stopped in front of her. He no longer had the debauched expression, there was no smirk stamped on his face. He was looking at her seriously. Damon brought one of his hands to her face, and stroked her cheek, causing the girl to frown.

"You're half right, you know?" he said.

"About what?", Emma asked, feeling her heart beating fast against her chest.

"The first time I kissed you I was relieved you were alive" he replied, almost in a whisper. "You didn't put that on your list. The second time I didn't want to die without doing it. The third time I just wanted to. I could just bit my wrist, like the last time. But I didn't". It was strange how easily words left Damon's lips when it came to Emma. The small, more rational part of the vampire said it was because he wasn't revealing anything absurdly bombastic. She already knew he cared about her, he wasn't saying anything at all. But deep down, a considerable part of him knew that it could be more than that. And that part was the part he chose to play to the back of his mind and deliberately ignore. "I wanted to kiss you then, and I want to kiss you now. So please don't kick me in the balls".

Very slowly, Damon brought his face closer to Emma's. She could feel his breath against her lips, while the icy cold of his daylight ring brushed against her cheek. He didn't immediately press his lips to hers; he only crossed them halfway. Damon turned his eyes from her parted lips to the girl's whiskey eyes, and she returned his gaze. Emma felt herself being swallowed up by his icy eyes and could see him open a smirk before crossing the rest of the space and pressing her lips to his.

The girl felt the vampire wrap her around his waist in a strong, possessive grip. But, contrary to what she had expected, he was gentle. Damon wrapped his arms around her tightly, but moved his lips carefully, tasting every corner of her mouth, brushing his moist tongue against hers. He sucked and brushed his teeth over her lower lip, drawing gasps from the girl. Emma held him by the back of her head, and the vampire smiled against her lips before carefully leading her to the door, pressing her back against the wood.

Damon used his knee to spread Emma's legs, and the girl sighed when the vampire slid his hands inside her dress, squeezing the bare skin of her waist between his fingers. He had always wanted to do that, even before he gave her his blood. He struggled internally or months with the urge to pin her against a wall, just as he was doing right now, for fear of ruining everything. But knowing that she could be like this with someone else was all the fuel he needed to simply give in to the urge that consumed him.

Remembering that Brad could be with her inside that hotel room made the vampire feel a growl forming in his throat. Possessively, Damon slid his hands from Emma's waist to her ass and pulled her up, fitting himself between her legs and thrusting his hips forward. The contact, even over the thick jeans he was wearing, was intoxicating.

Emma was like a drug. Her taste, her smell, her touch, everything intoxicated him. Maybe, and only maybe, the only thing better than that would be to taste her blood while he was inside her. The very thought made his pants feel painfully tight and his fangs itch, begging to come out of his gums. He could feel his own veins moving beneath his eyes and in his neck. Damon couldn't remember the last time he had been as desperate for something as he was for her at that moment. It was painful, physically painful, not to bury himself in her and dig his fangs into her neck.

Emma broke the kiss when she felt one of Damon's fangs rub against her lower lip and tear out a trickle of blood. She felt the vampire's chest vibrate in a roar and stared into his eyes, which were red, with thick black veins dancing over dark circles under her eyes. The girl, panting, touched his face gently with her fingertips. Damon still held her firmly by the buttocks, keeping her pressed against the door and her legs wrapped around his waist. The vampire leaned forward and rubbed his tongue against her lip, catching the trickle of blood. Emma sighed.

"So much better than a bad quick with Brad, right?", Damon commented with a smirk and Emma closed her face in a grimace. The girl loosened the grip of her legs around him, lowered her feet until they touched the ground, and pushed the vampire away. He, however, tried to take her again in a kiss. "What? It was a joke!"

Emma then kicked him between the legs. He was a vampire, so it didn't hurt much, but it sure caught him off guard, and he instinctively brought his hands to the spot and grimaced. It was clear that Damon was out to prove a point, how could Emma not see it coming? Snorting, the girl walked to the bathroom and slammed the door hard. Damon sighed and walked to the door, leaned on the wall and slammed it three times.

"Are you really angry or are we just pretending for when you come out of there, you kiss me fervently until we end up in bed?" he asked, and almost heard the sound of her eyes rolling. Emma walked to the door and opened it, facing him seriously.

"I would really appreciate it if you just went back to Elena's party" Emma said, and Damon frowned as he realized she was serious.

"It's a two-hour drive" he said.

"You can make it in less than that, we both know it" she replied and crossed the path to the bed. Only then did he realize that she was barefoot and with her face washed, but still wearing her dress. The girl pulled back the covers and stretched out on the mattress. "When you leave, please turn off the lights".

Damon turned off the lights but didn't leave. The vampire took off his shoes and jacket and lay down beside her. Emma was not surprised by this; it would be a lie to say that she had been. He had laid down facing her and stared at her with frowning eyebrows. She could see it even in the dark.

The girl stared at him for long seconds, wanting to say many things, but not knowing how to organize her thoughts. She wanted to say that she didn't want him to kiss her to prove a point, that she didn't want to play any kind of game with him or with anyone else. She had been hurt badly, she had lost too many people, and she didn't want to risk losing the one thing that still made sense. She wanted to have the courage to say that she didn't want him to kiss her because every time he did, she felt things she wasn't ready to feel. At the same time, she wanted to be whole enough to be able to cross the small space between them and kiss him again, because that was what she wanted most.

"We can't keep doing this" she managed to whisper, and Damon moved closer to her, letting his blue eyes be the same height as her amber eyes.

"Why not?" he asked.

"I like things the way they are" she confessed. It was true, she liked it. And at the same time, it was a lie, because intimately she wanted so much more.

Damon's eyes indicated that he understood, and even shared, the feeling, but they also indicated that he hoped she wouldn't ask him for that. He then nodded minimally and hesitantly brought one of his hands to Emma's face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. The vampire looked from her eyes to her parted lips, and then back to her eyes. He sighed.

"I need to know the limits" Damon whispered. He then brought his face even closer to hers, brushing his nose against hers. The vampire kissed her on the forehead. "Is this okay?" he asked.

"Yes" Emma replied. Damon brought his lips to her nose and deposited a small kiss there. The vampire slid the hand that was holding her face to the back of the girl's neck, and then to the golden chain with the reliquary that housed the vervain.

"This?" he asked, lifting his eyes and staring at her so intently that Emma forgot how to breathe. The girl swallowed dryly.

"Damon..." she tried to speak, but he shook his head in the negative.

"I need you to tell me, very clearly, that you don't want me to kiss you" he spoke in a husky voice, and the sound caused the hairs on the back of Emma's neck to shiver.

"Why?"

"Because if you don't want me to kiss you, I won't" he replied. "But if you do want to... I don't fucking care about what you think we can or can't do".

Emma took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide to reply. Damon frowned, seeming to dread her answer. However, Emma decided to blow the whole thing off and, for the second time that night, took the initiative and pressed her lips to his. The vampire, without wasting any time, sat with his back against the headboard of the bed and arranged Emma so that she was sitting on him, with one leg on each side of his body. In this more comfortable position, with access to her whole body, Damon deepened the kiss.

Emma held him by the nape of his neck and sighed as she felt the vampire's hands travel down her legs, up the dress she was wearing. The fabric slid across her skin as she felt Damon's touch travel down her body. When his hands reached her waist, he squeezed it between his fingers, involuntarily pulling her closer, and the rubbing of Emma's pussy, just covered by her panties, against his hard cock, covered by his pants, elicited a groan from her. Damon squeezed her even tighter, and felt his fangs begin to come out of his gums again.

He was on fire, Emma could make him completely burn. Emma broke the kiss, panting, and stared up at him with those whiskey eyes, and Damon could have sworn the amber was almost red with desire. The girl slid her warm hands down the length of his neck, until her slender fingers reached the buttons of the shirt he was wearing. The vampire smirked as she skillfully undid the buttons and helped her remove and toss the black shirt to the floor.

Damon's blood ran hot through his veins as the girl slid her fingers along the entire length of his bare chest, staring at him with desire. He himself squeezed her flesh tighter and roamed her body beneath her dress, mimicking her movements. Emma was absurdly sexy, in a way that Damon was not used to. He wasn't used to being gentle, to taking it easy, to enjoying other touches that didn't cut to the chase, that didn't relieve where he needed it most.

But Emma made it so sexy, so pleasurable. He could feel the cock painfully hard beneath his pants, rubbing against her damp panties. His fingers squeezed her pale skin underneath that dress, which was even sexier when it was crumpled and rolled up to her waist, revealing the full length of her legs, which were squeezed tightly pressing the vampire's hips against hers. Having her on top of him, moving slowly, still clothed, and exploring his body, staring up at him with those whiskey eyes, intoxicated him in a way he didn't know was possible without the actual drink.

Damon slid his hands down the length of her legs, and smirked when she made a noise, regretting that he had removed his hands from her torso beneath her dress. The vampire brought his lips to her ear and nibbled on it, eliciting a low moan from her. Damon then ran his hands through the dress and pulled it up.

"You're too dressed" he whispered against her ear. "Take it off before I rip it in one piece".

Emma raised her arms and helped Damon get rid of her dress and wandered his icy eyes from the black lace bra she was wearing to her amber eyes. Emma saw those blue eyes burn her and leaned forward, taking his mouth slowly and possessively. He curled his tongue into hers and moaned against the girl's mouth. At vampire speed, Damon reversed the position of the two of them, gluing her back against the bed. He had removed his pants, and then slowly thrust his hips forward. Emma moaned, and the vampire felt his own panties getting completely wet thanks to her soaked panties.

Damon broke the kiss and ran his tongue all over her jaw and neck, and his cock pulsed when she moaned. The vampire felt his own chest vibrate in a restrained moan, and he proceeded to lick down the length of her neck, down to her breasts, her belly, eliciting a loud moan from Emma when the tip of his tongue touched her navel. He pressed his fingers against her hips, sliding them down her thighs. Steadily, Damon pulled her legs apart, wrapping them around his neck. Emma let out a sigh cut short by a groan, and looked down to find Damon with his red lips pressed against the waistband of her panties. His very blue eyes were almost black, as the vampire's pupils were completely dilated. He was staring at her in a way that no one had ever stared at her before.

She knew what he was about to do, and she wasn't going to try to stop him, or pretend that she didn't want him to do it. She wasn't going to say that he didn't have to do it if he didn't want to, because he clearly wanted to. And, God, she wanted it so badly. Emma had lost count of how many times she touched herself, smearing her own fingers with her juices, imagining Damon's mouth there. And then, she only suspended her hips just enough to help him get rid of her panties. The vampire smirked and ripped the black lace fabric with force, tearing the garment into small pieces.

Without ever taking his eyes off her, Damon kissed all the way to Emma's clit, where he slid his wet tongue in, eliciting a loud moan from the girl. She was soaking wet, and he wasted no time in licking her and catching all the liquid oozing out of her, drinking it down like a juice. She was sweet, with a slightly salty bottom. He found that he liked that taste almost as much as he liked blood. And then he remembered when she had sucked his blood from his wrist.

The memory, mixed with the sight he had at that moment, of Emma holding his gaze with desire as he licked and nibbled and sucked her entire pussy, made his cock get even harder and he thrust involuntarily against the mattress. God, he was so horny, more than he was used to, more than he could handle. It seemed that the fact that he was doing everything slowly, enjoying her, watching her stare at him with such desire, made it all the more unbearably erotic.

Emma tried her best to hold Damon's gaze, but when the vampire stuck his tongue inside her, fucking her, she moaned loudly and closed her eyes, throwing her head back, and that only made him repeat the gesture. The vampire's fingers closed painfully hard against her thighs, probably leaving marks. Damon continued to fuck her with his tongue, while sucking in her arousal. The veins on her inner thighs pulsed, and he felt his own veins bulging under his eyes. His fangs were starting to come out of his gums, but he didn't stop. He didn't stop until he felt Emma's pussy twitch all the way against his mouth and the girl moan so loudly that she probably woke up the entire hotel.

And then a thought, a will, a desire, crossed Damon's mind and he felt his fangs come fully out of his gums. He licked and brushed his teeth against her entire thigh. Damon wanted to drink her blood. He wanted to drink her blood as he made her cum. He wanted to know what she tasted like when she felt pleasure. He wanted to know how much pleasure he himself could take. Intimately he knew that this would be more intimate than any other moment he had shared with anyone, even Katherine. But he felt drugged, he felt intoxicated, he felt ecstatic, and he couldn't rationalize it properly. He only knew that he wanted to fuck Emma until she forgot her own name. He wanted to fuck her and drink her blood and make her drink his blood. He wanted to take her in every way possible and give himself to her in every way possible.

Damon again reversed the two of them, placing them in the starting position, with Emma on top of him. He stared at her, and even though his face was completely disfigured by bloodlust, she stared at him with a desire that not even Damon, with his vast sexual experience, had ever seen in anyone. The girl took his mouth in hers and slowly began to remove his panties. Damon lifted his hips just enough to rip off his own clothing. Emma moved back and forth, rubbing her pleasure spot against the vampire's exposed and absurdly hard cock. He groaned and pulled her hair, breaking the kiss and looking her in the eyes.

"Drink from me" he ordered breathlessly. Emma thought he would bite his own wrist and she would drink from it, as she had already done, but Damon only squeezed his own shoulder violently, opening a large cut there, from which a thick trickle of blood flowed. Emma stared at the trickle of blood for a few seconds before licking the entire length of the cut, sipping Damon's blood, which ran down her throat, making her hotter and more aroused than she already was. The vampire felt the girl sucking his blood from the wound and it made him unbearably hard. Unable to control himself for another second, Damon grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up easily enough to fit between her folds.

Emma looked up into his eyes, her pupils completely dilated. Her lips were red and wet with blood, and Damon held her gaze as he slowly lowered her down, feeling her hot, tight, and wet as she took his cock. He felt her first at the tip, squeezing him, and then sliding down the entire length of his throbbing cock. For a first moment, Emma thought she wouldn't be able to sit on him, that she wouldn't be able to fully accommodate him, that he was too big. But she slowly did, feeling him fill her completely, to the point where there was no room left.

Instinctively, Emma held his hair tightly between her fingers as she began to move slowly up and down, feeling him inside her, big, thick, rubbing against her moist walls. Emma rolled her eyes in pleasure and moaned loudly. God, nothing had ever felt so good. And she knew it wasn't just the effect of his blood, it was the effect of him. For months she had used her own fingers imagining him, and, fuck, not even if she could get all five of her fingers inside herself could she reproduce the feeling of having him hard, huge and throbbing inside her.

Damon moaned and growled loudly, following her movements, licking the center of her chest, between her breasts still covered by the lace bra. Emma was riding him like a horse, tight and hot, and Damon was in heaven. He pulled her by the nape of her neck and kissed her again, careful not to cut her with his fangs, which stubbornly insisted on sticking out.

"Bit me" she whispered against his lips. "I want you to drink from me while fucking me".

Damon growled and thrusted hard, drawing a muffled scream from her. It was as if she had read his thoughts. He moved underneath her, holding her tightly by the waist. He pinned her against his cock, feeling its tip poking deep into her. Damon pulled her forward, rubbing her against his groin, and elicited a moan from the girl, interspersed with a sigh. He realized he had hit a spot inside she liked, so he repeated the motion, and she moaned again. Damon smirked and brought his lips close to her ear.

"I'll bit you, but just when you come in my cock" he said in a husky voice, and she moaned, "I wanna taste you while you come".

Emma held his hair tightly and moved in the rhythm he had found, feeling his cock rub against an especially sensitive and pleasurable spot inside her. Once, twice, three, six, seven times, and she felt the heat growing inside her. She was close, very close. And while she desperately needed the relief, she also wanted to prolong the delicious agony longer. Damon followed at that same pace, reveling in the sounds she made.

"Damon..." she moaned his name and he felt something inside his chest victoriously gloat. "I'm so close, I'm gonna..."

And then, as Damon began to feel her walls contract against his cock, he brought his lips closer to her neck, licked the full extent of her exposed skin, and finally dug his teeth into the region between her neck and shoulder. He felt Emma's body tremble and contract against him in a violently intense orgasm, and then her blood pumped hard, hot and sweet. Damon sucked it in, feeling something he had never felt before. The vampire rolled his eyes in pleasure, sucking her blood as she came against his cock. Feeling a frenzy of pleasure, he felt himself cumming hard inside her, giving one last deep thrust. Emma cried out in pleasure, and Damon pulled his fangs out of her and took her in a violent kiss.

Emma tasted her own blood as she still convulsed against Damon. She felt his hot cum inside her, which only intensified her own orgasm. Slowly, she felt her body becoming soft, relaxed, but she dared not separate from him. Damon was in ecstasy, still trying to register the amount of sensation he had felt. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, stroking her face with his thumbs.

He no longer had his fangs out or his eyes red. He had the ice eyes staring at her. Emma had her mouth and the entire length of her neck and chest stained with blood, and that only made her even sexier, if that was even possible. The two of them were still connected, she sitting on him, and he with his back against the headboard of the bed. Their breathing was heavy and they both stared intensely into each other's eyes. Damon felt more things than he thought he could possibly feel. Emma had done something to him, and he knew that it was too late now. If he wanted her before, now he simply needed her. He knew that she had become his drug and that he would not be able to rid himself of this addiction.

Lovingly, the girl leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Damon held her face between his palms and kissed her back. Carefully, the vampire slowly spun them around and pulled out of her. He laid her down on the bed and propped himself up on one elbow beside her. His free hand continued to caress Emma's face, which held his gaze intensely. The vampire slid his fingers down her neck and checked to see where he had bitten her. There was no mark, just a spot of blood already drying.

"Do you think we need to talk about this?" she asked in a low tone. Damon snorted and placed a kiss on her chin.

"Maybe tomorrow" he replied and plopped himself down on the bed beside her, pulling her into his embrace. The vampire sank his nose into her hair, feeling her breath against the base of his neck.

Emma laughed, and Damon smiled against her golden locks. The girl soon fell asleep, but he stayed awake mentally going over everything. It had never been like this, and he didn't understand what was different. It made him uncomfortable to acknowledge, even if only to himself, that this had been the best sex of his life in over 170 years of living.

With his acute hearing, Damon could hear his cell phone vibrating inside his pants pocket, which was lying on the floor. He thought about getting up and seeing what it was all about, he even suspected that Elena might be needing it, but, looking at the already completely asleep girl hugging him, he decided that it wouldn't hurt to put the cell phone aside for a few hours. Sighing heavily, the vampire got into a better position on the bed and glued his body to Emma's, closed his eyes and fell asleep feeling her smell against his nostrils, her warmth against his body, and her taste still clinging to his tongue.