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WARNING –This chapter contains lemon. If you are underage or you don't wish to read it, you can skip the particular parts in Italic.
America
There were bodies scattered all around… Kol was holding the only girl who was still alive by her neck; while Elijah was busy cleaning his hands and both the brothers rolled their eyes.
With a shake of his head, Klaus turned his attention back and stared at the witch in front of him, who was glaring back… hiding a teenage child behind her. He could care less. His work here was almost done.
"Come on, we don't have all day! You want your family safe… just like I want mine. It's not so wrong, is it? Go ahead and finish the spell. We won't bother you again." He said innocently with a smile.
The witch raised her chin defiantly and threatened, "If I do this… you will never come close to my family. Never harm anyone of them. If you do, the consequences would be dire."
Klaus nodded. "I promise."
The witch swallowed, eyes shining with tears and started chanting, even though the girl cried for her to stop, but she knew it was no use. The old witch took the power from the bodies of three witches lying dead beside her and kept on chanting even as the wind howled warningly. She knew she had to do this… it was the only way to keep her children safe from the monsters – but there was also something she could do and the Originals wouldn't know. She was going to die either way, but she was going to make sure that the hybrid wouldn't harm any of her descendants in future.
She felt her energy-draining as she got closer to the end… and fell on the ground dead as soon as the flames around them vanished. Her children screamed… but Klaus ignored their cries and picked up the two objects before pocketing them and blurring out of there with his brothers.
Next Morning
Burrow
Athena awoke to the cold, grey light of morning slipping inside the room through the small window. Everything was silent apart from the snow which was pelting on the ceiling. She cracked her eyes open blearily and was met with a familiar sight of the ground covered in a thick blanket of white, right outside the glass window. The flakes were falling slowly and the air seemed still, but it was so thick that it was obscuring the view almost completely.
The second thing she noticed was the room, which was toasty warm, thanks to the fire which was still crackling.
And as she became more aware of her surroundings, she found herself surrounded by a warm body right next to hers. As she turned around, shifting slowly until they were lying face to face, and Athena was met with the most beautiful sight of the world, or at least she thought so. Damon was fast asleep and he'd effectively moulded their bodies together sometime during the night – his face buried in her hair, their legs tangled together and one of his arms was draped over her, holding her close. So close, that his morning wood was pressing in her stomach and she blushed.
Every memory of last night came back to her in perfect, vivid detail. She could still feel the feel of his lips against hers, how urgent and fiery his touch had been or how careful and flavoured with passion! She had been scared of how he would react after finding out that she was a virgin, but of course, it was all for nothing. He had been perfect and a dreamy sigh escaped her.
He looked so peaceful in his slumber. And so beautiful... that she could stay here and gaze at him all day long. As she stared at him, Athena noticed that he looked younger in his sleep, much more relaxed. His jaw was perfectly sculptured, lips almost red, and his hair was a glorious mess. How could someone look this good in the morning? She could bet that she looked just as gross as she felt. She was sore and could feel her muscles aching. A pain potion would be perfect right about now.
Things weren't perfect. They still needed to talk about his habit of misunderstanding everything and running to the hills, but for now, she was content in his arms. She felt happy… truly happy after what seemed like forever. She had willingly lost herself in him and she was ready to do it again.
He had made her forget everything last night… everything but him with the exquisite sensations she had experienced at his explicitly talented hands and his mouth… He looked positively enticing. His full lips were slightly parted, and his long lashes brushing against the top of his cheeks. She wanted to feel them tickle her skin like they did last night. He was lying shamelessly naked… his erection pointing towards the ceiling.
"You are staring." He stated casually, eyes still closed, but his lips twitched upwards slightly.
She shrugged and said unashamedly, "I know."
An unexpected warmth rushed through her when finally, he opened his eyes and smiled. This smile was one of happiness growing until it lit up his entire face. Seeing him happy and knowing that she was the reason made her giddy inside. It was also the one that dripped sex and contentment all at once, and right now, it was aimed at her.
His body pressed flush with hers as Damon took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, gently kissing her fingertips, making her heart stutter. He brushed the wild tangle of her mane, tucking it behind her ear as his eyes fell on her lips. Tracing her lips lightly with his fingers, he trailed them down to her throat and then to her side. Slowly… just as slowly as if torturing her, he trailed his knuckles down, from her abdomen to her thigh making her shiver. But he didn't stop until he reached between her legs, and his thumb brushed over her sensitive pussy, feeling how wet she was for him.
He was achingly hard and with anyone else, he wouldn't have given a second thought before taking what he wanted… but held himself back knowing he couldn't mess it up… because this… this was the girl he loved and wanted to spend eternity with, so he held back even as his thumb went inside her pussy and he rubbed it over the engorged clit, earning a whimper from her.
He still couldn't believe that she was so close … the fact that she wanted him. Her soft flesh felt wonderful against him and he was sure he was already getting addicted. Every sound she made, every soft cry because of the pleasure he gave her made him sore higher and higher. The need to be surrounded by her was overwhelming and he could barely wait to sink balls deep inside her. He groaned at the thought of how tight she had been last night or how his cock had felt inside her until he had lost all control. He had been waiting all night and he wanted her again.
But he wasn't willing to hurt her, so he looked back into her eyes, which were blown wide with lust and asked, "Are you sore?"
Her chest was heaving slightly, her face flushed pink and her full lips parted as she shook her head at him, even though she was sore and was sure she would probably regret it later. But there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted him. His soft touch was igniting a fire inside her body, playing right into his hands. She couldn't say no, especially not when his hand reached up and fondled her breast before pinching her nipple softly, earning a whine from her.
He licked his lip, grinning when she pushed herself closer to him unconsciously and whispered suggestively, "Wanna see how much closer can we get?"
Their noses grazed, lips breadth apart and she bit her lip before nodding. He was painfully hard and straining against her before he looped his arm around her and pulled her against him. Her breathing sped up as she shifted her hips and clutched his bicep.
Their eyes remained locked, the gaze communicating volumes – desire and attraction, warmth and comfort as his hand moved over her leg and up to her hips before he clutched her thigh and hitched her leg over his hip. He rocked against her throbbing clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body with each pass. Her nails dug into his shoulder as a whimper escaped her, indicating that she was ready; dripping wet even and they both groan in unison when the slick head of his cock slid inside her in one smooth thrust of his hips.
Damon growled low in his chest when he looked down where they were connected. She looked damn hot; her pussy stretched tight around him that he could hardly wait. Athena had similar thoughts because she rolled her hips and grunted loudly when her walls fluttered around him. She didn't wait for him this time, took his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down gently, mindful not to break the skin.
"Move…" she whispered against his mouth and tangles his hair between her fingers to keep his lips on hers.
She was still too tight… too hot as she squeezed his cock and Damon didn't think he ever wanted to pull out. He slid out slowly before sinking into her to the hilt, repeating the action a few times before setting a steady rhyme.
The feel of him sliding in and out of her was delicious, stretching her more than she thought possible, but she could see it in the tightness of his eyes: how tender he was being… how careful to keep his pace slow even though he clearly wanted it fast.
Athena leaned forward; her lips grazed his ear. She bit his lobe and she demanded in a low whisper, "Come on, Damon… Fuck me faster…"
"Oh, fuck!"
The words spilled out of his mouth before he'd even give it a thought and he pulled back; eyes wide staring at her. He had never thought she could say something like that, but her words made him groan.
It was too damn much!
Enough to break his considerable self-control and he sped up, sliding in an out of her relentlessly. Her breathing increased and her eyes rolled back into her head as he fell into a hungry pace. His teeth latched on her neck, licking and sucking her throat and her mouth fell open as he plundered inside her with everything he had, fucking her in long deep thrusts. His hand tightened on her thigh as he pushed himself deeper, his pelvis scraping against her clit at the end of every thrust.
Athena cried out, her toes curling into the duvet below her as the bed rocked in its frame with every single thrust. There was no other sound apart from the snow pelting on the ceiling above them, their harsh breaths and the wet slap of skin and skin. She couldn't focus on anything apart from the feel of him surrounded her, in her, above her as he plundered into her. It was heavenly, indescribable and terrifying all at once. Every movement sent pleasure rocketing throughout her body and she couldn't do anything but beg for more as his chest grazed her hardened nipples.
He looked at her, panting heavily, his moves hurried now as he pulled her on top, so she was straddling him, earning a loud kneeing noise from her when he hit the spot inside her. His eyes boring into hers with an intensity that she couldn't take them off his, even though she wanted to close them so badly. The distance seemingly too much and she leaned down to kiss him again. His mouth opened when she licked the seam of his lips, their tongues exploring each other once again.
He kept his hands on her hips to guide her movements over his cock, trying to increase the pleasure as much as possible as she writhed on top of him. Damon relished the way her soft breasts pressed against his chest and he kissed back with a sigh.
"Let go, sweetheart," he purred in her ear breathlessly. "Come for me."
Athena closed her eyes, warmth spreading through her as he whispered in her ear. Her body arched helplessly as his cock gazed something inside her which made her see stars again and again and she couldn't take anymore.
Damon captured her cry of ecstasy with his mouth, sinking deeper with every stroke, so he couldn't tell where he ended and she began. Every place she touched, stoked the fire raging inside him until he was burning with a need that nobody else could sate. With everything he had, everything he was, he wanted her. He had never wanted to share his blood with anyone as he did with her. It was intimate to vampires, even more so than sex, but he knew that it wasn't possible, so he pushed the thought aside.
Her hand slid down to grip Damon's ass and she pulled him closer. Her walls fluttering around him, struggling to keep him inside of her even as he dragged himself out of her and she chased the feeling with a hitch of her hips.
Damon shuddered below her and slowed his strokes and she felt the warmth spreading inside her until he ground to a halt, indulging in one last kiss before he buried his face in her shoulder, his body trembling beneath hers.
Athena too melted into a puddle on top of him – safe, warm and sated. She very effectively moulded her body to his and looked up at his face with some effort. His eyes were closed and he was still panting, but his hand slid up from her ass and rubbed her back slowly, soothingly making her shiver.
Damon's hand wandered all over her body, revelling in the moment and awash with disbelief and still trying to grasp the fact that for the first time in his life – he actually got the girl.
The moment seemed goddamn unreal… better than any of his fantasy, and he had imagined some impressive ones.
Just this morning he had been scared that she would regret being with him, but to his utter relief, she didn't. Never could he have thought that coming here led to this… and it had turned out to be one of the best decisions of his life. He knew that he had messed up more than enough… but Athena had given him a chance despite the fact that her family absolutely hated him – be it the Mikaelson's or the Weasley's… and she had chosen him over everyone else.
There was no denying how good she was for him and he promised himself that now when he had managed to find a way into Athena's heart, he was never going to let her go.
Last night had been the most singular spectacular night of his existence. It wasn't just sex, no… it was more… he felt complete and content, overwhelmed by her feelings towards him. There was no doubt in his mind and heart that he would die if she left him.
He pressed his face in her hair, taking in her intoxicating scent as his lips touched the crown of her hair. She was almost asleep and he reached down and took her hand, entwining their fingers together before holding it over his heart.
If this was what truly being in love felt like, then he wanted to stay like this forever.
He remembered sometime during the night, while they were being particularly loud, the ginger and his wife had come to search for Athena before leaving for their honeymoon but had thought better of it… more like the ginger had almost fainted after hearing Athena's scream and Hermione had to drag him away.
His lips twitched and he closed his eyes, ready to take a nap when he heard the sound of someone hitting the floor with a THUD and smelt the unmissable smell of blood that wafted through the air.
His hold tightened on Athena, eyes on the door and he muttered urgently, "Something's not right."
Her eyes snapped open and met his, frantic and filled with fear. "What?" she asked, but it didn't take another second for her to jump out of bed hurriedly, a habit he understood might be born after running for her life.
If Damon hadn't rushed to her side and caught her, she would've faceplanted on the floor as soon as she stepped out of the bed. It felt like every part of her body was aching and Athena winced; features contorted with pain as she steadied herself. Yeah, now she was regretting that second round.
Damon looked at her worriedly, overwrought with guilt and asked quietly, "You're hurt, aren't you?"
She couldn't even muster a smile as she looked at him and told him seriously, "It was to be expected, Damon. It's nothing a pain potion wouldn't heal. Just – just let's go down…"
"Yeah." He nodded anxiously, eyes scanning her. He didn't care what happened to anyone as long as Athena was safe. "Where is the potion?"
"It should be in the bathroom, but I need to go – see… please…" She stumbled across her words in her urgency, practically trying to rush outside.
It was easy to see that she was panicking, so Damon cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him and said, "I'll see what it is. Why don't you get dressed?"
'Oh!'
Athena faltered at that. In her desperate attempt to hurry downstairs, she had forgotten that they were both naked. Colour rose to her cheeks, but she nodded. Damon kissed the crown of her head and left before she could even blink. She picked her wand from the nightstand and waved it. Once dressed, she too dashed down, following him.
She gasped loudly as soon as she entered the kitchen and she had to steady herself by supporting the wall. Damon was kneeling beside Fleur, who was lying on the floor, in the puddle of her own blood. Her mind whirled frantically as her eyes darted around, searching for anyone, but it was all empty. Where was everyone? Hermione and Ron would've left for their honeymoon the night before, but where was everyone else? Where was Mrs. Weasley and Bill?
Athena rushed to her side, hoping… praying, but when her hand moved to touch Fleur's pulse, Damon's voice stopped her.
"She's breathing. It's shallow, but she is still alive."
Her eyes widened in horror at the sight of him – black veins were pulsing under his eyes which were red while staring at the blood with fascination. She wasn't scared of him, she trusted him impeccably, but she wasn't sure how he would be around so much blood and der hand tightened on her wand, ready to knock him out if necessary.
"Damon!" she snapped at him, but he was focused on the blood and gave no indication that he even heard her. 'When was the last time he hunted?' she thought but shook her head. Fleur needed a healer. So, she tried again. "Hey! Damon? Damon! Listen to me!"
Finally, finally, he blinked and turned his head to look at her. "Hmm?" he hummed as if in a trance.
"Snap out of it, Damon!" she snapped her fingers in front of his face and pressed, "Do you need to leave?"
He blinked a couple of times before shaking his head, his eyes met hers. "No. No, I am fine. She needs to go to the hospital." He gulped.
"She cannot apparate… and she had lost a lot of blood." Athena said shakily, feeling like she might puke. "We need to take her to Mungo's, but I don't know if…" Athena rambled hysterically.
Damon closed his eyes and stopped breathing altogether. He hadn't had a decent meal in days and this wasn't helping a bit. The next thing he did was took a deep breath and said to Athena, "Okay. You, go find Bill or anyone. I'll take her to the nearest hospital."
Athena's gaze snapped to his, utterly perplexed. "A muggle hospital?" It came out with more force than she had intended, but the idea of taking Fleur to a muggle hospital seemed outright preposterous!
"We don't have any other option. It's better than letting her bleed on the floor." Damon said severely as he picked the veela into his arms carefully. "Find anyone you can."
Athena stared open-mouthed when he almost hissed, "Athena! Now!"
With that, he was out the door and vanished into the sea of white.
She needed to find Bill and she was going to Shell Cottage, hoping that he would be there or Mrs. Weasley. Why would they leave Fleur alone when she was almost 8 months along? Suddenly, her heart rate increased when she realized that it was too early. Fleur wasn't even 8 months along.
There was no time to panic! So, Athena did the only thing she could and fired the Patronus to the one person she trusted the most – the only person who could help before bolting towards the fireplace.
"BILL? GEORGE? MRS. WEASLEY? ANYONE IN HERE?" She shouted even before taking a step inside the house.
"Oh dear. We didn't want Fleur to worry, so we thought we would clean the house," said Mrs. Weasley as she came out of the kitchen.
"Is Bill here?" asked Athena.
Bill, who had been upstairs, came down, his shoulders tense, gaze intense and asked, "What is it?"
"It's Fleur. She's hurt and there was no one at home. Damon took her to the muggle hospital because I knew apparating wasn't safe… and she was bleeding…"
"WHAT?" Bill almost snarled and she shrunk back at the volume. "She was bleeding and you allowed a vampire to be alone with my pregnant wife?"
"I trust him. He won't hurt her!" she looked at him imploringly and snapped back, "You would've preferred if we left her bleeding on the floor? You know he can't floo and I didn't know if it would've been a good decision anyway! She had already lost a lot of blood!"
Molly stared confused and her voice trembled, "But-but Percy and Audrey should be home, even Ginny; Arthur and George were shifting everything to Hermione and Ron's house before we came here…"
"MUM!" Bill snapped, glaring at Athena.
"I didn't know what to do! Damon was the one who told me something was wrong and he thought that it would be best until you decide what to do!" She said under his synchronizing gaze, "We're wasting time! I-I know the place. I can apparate us there."
Bill clenched his jaw but took her hand as the three of them apparated out of there.
"Where is she?" Bill asked furiously, but he was tense and his eyes were red-rimmed as he ran where Damon was leaning against the wall.
"Inside," Damon replied, tone calm before adding as an afterthought. "I compelled the doctors to do everything they can."
Bill nodded, but rushed towards the first doctor he saw; Mrs. Weasley was staring at the door of the operation theatre, looking bemused and out of place as she waited for her husband. Her clothes had smudges of dirt on them and she was fighting back tears when her eyes landed on Damon. She couldn't contain her gasp as she saw his clothes which were no doubt, covered in Fleur's blood.
Athena went to Damon and asked, "How is she?"
"They don't know what happened, but they will do everything they can. She will be alright." He told her placatingly, taking one of her hand in his blood-soaked ones.
She looked into his eyes and whispered, "Are you fine?"
Damon nodded. "The hospital donated a couple of blood bags."
Then, he wiped his hands on his jeans and pulled something out of his pocket. Her bewildered gaze met his as he passed her the glass bottle with a noncommittal shrug. "I grabbed it from the bathroom."
If she had thought that she couldn't love him anymore, Athena was dead wrong. On his way to the kitchen, not only the man got dressed, but he grabbed a pain potion for her because he knew she would forget it. He was soaked in blood, but at the moment, she felt like her heart could burst with the love she felt for him. Without thinking, she leaned up and pecked him on the lips. If anyone didn't like it, they could keep it to themselves because right now, she didn't care one bit and the smile that lit up his eyes was well worth it.
She quickly looked around and used a cleansing charm on him. It wouldn't do much about the smell, but at least he won't be caked in blood anymore.
"Athena Potter?" came a strict voice and Athena slumped with relief, while Bill, Molly, and Damon whirled to see the newcomer.
"Poppy!" Molly's eyes widened.
"Madam Pomfrey? What…" Bill started only to be stopped as the lady clutched her bag and said, "I got Athena's Patronus that it was urgent and to come here. Anything can happen with that girl! Now, what is it?"
Bill's throat tightened and he choked-out, "It's Fleur. Something's wrong with the baby."
"Alright! Move aside!" Poppy said firmly, made her way inside after waving her wand at the nurse who was trying to stop her.
Bill slumped on the nearest chair with his head in his hands, while Molly sat beside him, trying to comfort her son. No words were spoken until Arthur and George flew through the hall along with Audrey and Percy.
Hours later, one of the doctors came outside as if in a daze, stopping everyone from their frantic pacing and said, "Bill Weasley? You can go inside."
Bill rushed inside without another word, while the others waited for him to come out until Damon moved in front of him and asked, "How's she and the baby?"
He looked confused and dumbfounded, but answered anyway, "I don't understand what happened? Both of them are fine. We did a C-section, but-but she is fine. Not even a single mark! How is it possible? It was as if… magic."
With those words, cheers erupted around them as Molly burst into tears.
It turned out that Percy and his wife were actually sleeping and didn't hear when Fleur fell; not that he blamed them. If it hadn't been for his sensitive hearing, he wouldn't have heard it either. Ginny, on the other hand, had sneaked out with a guy last night and was now grounded for life.
Now, Damon was standing in the corner by the window as the redheads fussed over the new mother and the baby. Their healer – Madam Pomfrey was monitoring the kid, who was premature but was fine. He still couldn't believe that not a single one of them had been to a hospital… not even once, and were actually awed by the efficiency of doctors.
"Fleur is fine and she'll be able to go home soon." Athena almost beamed.
He nodded, grabbing her by the waist and leaned forward to kiss her, biting her plump bottom lip softly. To his immense delight, she didn't push him but kissed him back in front of everyone. The simple knowledge that she accepted him even in front of her family, even when they weren't fond of him, without caring what they would say made him content in a way he couldn't explain. Sure, he liked Fleur and was happy that she and the baby were healthy, but he did it for Athena. He smiled into the kiss when her hands wandered under his shirt, nimble fingers stroking his back.
Someone cleared their throat and his head fell on her shoulder with a groan. Why couldn't these people let him have a freakin' moment of peace with his girl?
"Damon?" The voice called him tentatively.
Athena pulled back and turned around to see Bill standing in front of them. She frowned, looking between the two, but gave them space after realizing that he wanted to talk to Damon in person.
Bill hesitated when Damon arched a brow questioningly before he swallowed and the vampire saw his Adam's apple bobbing. In a swift move which surprised Damon, Bill moved before pulling him in a hug. His breath hitched in his throat as he pulled back and said, "I-Thank you. Thank you so much. I would've lost them both if hadn't been for you. Athena told me… All that blood – It couldn't have been easy for you. Madam Pomfrey said if it had been a minute or two late… the healers here did a good job."
'Well, this was awkward', Damon thought. He shrugged, patting the redhead on his shoulder once and said, "No worries, man."
Bill shook his head and opened his mouth to say something when they heard Fleur.
"Damon?" she called with a bright smile, a baby cradled in her arms before asking, "Would 'ou like to 'zee 'er?"
He stared at her flabbergasted, ready to hear loud protests from every corner of the room, but to his surprise, no one spoke, not even Percy or the new grandmother who was still sniffling. He looked at Athena, who herself seemed surprised, but smiled nonetheless.
'This lot was crazy! Why would they let a killer like him near their child?' he thought aghast. Still, his feet took him towards the bed without his conscious thought and he peered at the baby tucked inside a pink blanket.
"Damon, meet Victoire Dami Weasley," Bill said as he smiled down unconsciously at his daughter. "If it were a boy, we would've named him Damon, but Fleur insisted that Dami isn't bad for her middle name."
Damon's eyes snapped from Bill to Fleur and he whispered incredulously, "WHAT?"
"She wouldn't be here without you. You saved both of them," said Bill earnestly.
Before he could process the fact, Fleur looked at him with a smile and spoke, "Here, 'old 'er?"
And for the second time in his immortal life, a baby was bundled into his arms without his permission. 'Seriously, did they have no sense of self-preservation at all?' his mind screamed. The only newborn he had ever held, had been Stefan, way back. The tiny creature in his arms was too small… smaller than anyone he had ever seen. How could someone so fragile… so vulnerable made him feel like that everything he had been through today was worth it? She yawned before nestling against him. It was truly humbling… to hold a baby named after him. Who could've thought?
His eyes met Athena's who was looking right at him with a soft smile and he swallowed convulsively. There had been many instances where he had hated being a vampire… but this was one of those and he cursed Katherine again. He couldn't name the emotions he was feeling, but suddenly it all became suffocating. He was overwhelmed and he wanted to take Athena and run… run until he could forget it all.
He gave the baby back to her mother and congratulated the new parents again. He just wanted to go back home where everything would be familiar and not so overpowering.
They had apparated to the Burrow once Poppy had told that they could take both Fleur and Victoire home. It was evening now and he was more than anxious to leave. No one paid him any mind, but he hadn't missed Athena's worried glance before she left. Of course, she would know if something was off. The girl was way too perspective.
He was standing in the living room, waiting for Athena to say her goodbyes, when Molly appeared in front of him. Normally, she avoided him like a plague, but right now she was definitely fidgeting uneasily. His eyebrows shot up at that and he sighed tiredly, knowing that she was probably ready for another one of her marvellous speech, which he was so not in the mood for.
She showed him an ancient-looking ring and he looked at it suspiciously, make no move to take it from her. He didn't trust the woman. Period!
"Here. This belonged to Ignatius until he gave it to my brothers Fabian and Gideon." said Mrs. Weasley after a long pause, "Had been in the Prewett family for as long as I remember. I think that you should have this. It will work when you truly need assistance – you'll know how to use it."
The ring was old, made out of gold and had a huge red stone which had some intricate symbols marked on it.
He nodded his thanks, speechless and astonished, not quite sure what to say when Molly hugged him. Completely bewildered, wondering whether this was a joke and she was waiting to hex him, he turned around: Athena looked as stunned as he felt and the others – Ginny, George and Percy were exchanging startled looks. Arthur was the only one who was smiling proudly at his wife.
Mrs. Weasley pulled back, raised her red-rimmed eyes, before stating softly, "Maybe… I judged you too harshly. I think – you might be good for her."
As soon as he put the ring on, a shiver went through his spine and something flashed before his eyes, but it was gone as soon as it came. Damon was sure he was still gaping wide-eyed when the portkey activated and the faces of redheads vanished before his eyes.
Mystic Falls
Salvatore Boarding House
They landed outside the boarding house and Damon took a breath he didn't know he was holding. He hadn't known how much he loved his home until now.
Athena shuffled awkwardly and joked, "Uh… I should leave – or my dad would probably send a search party to look for me."
But it fell flat because Damon outright snorted and said, "Search party? Pfff…"
"He isn't that bad!" she said in mock-outrage, even though she smiled.
"You're right. He would start killing people left and right." He replied innocently and she huffed.
Sure, he cared about her, he was her father after all, but there was no way he would start killing people because of her. He had his whole family to take care of him. Athena didn't think she mattered that much, but she didn't say it out loud. So, she shrugged nonchalantly before her eyes met his and she bit her lower lip, unsure how to behave now that they were back.
Perhaps Damon read it in her expressions or maybe he was thinking along the lines because the next thing she knew, he had her pinned to the door of his house before attacking her lips with his. He hoisted her up without warning, his fingers biting into her things and she locked her ankles behind his back in an effort to pull him closer, their tongues battling for dominance. Her fingers tightened in his soft hair, while one of his hand kneaded her bottom through her jeans. She felt like she was burning when he lowered his mouth and his teeth nipped lightly at the top of her breast, making her head tip back as an unconscious moan escaped her lax lips. He pushed his already hard length against her core and she felt it even though the layers of their clothing. His hips already flexing and rolling against hers, while the hand which wasn't holding her reached between them and undid the button of her jeans in a swift move.
Athena was panting, heat rushing through her veins, and a startled cry left her when suddenly, his hand plunged inside her panty and he rubbed his fingers up and down her folds slowly. They both groaned when a long finger dipped inside and stroked her walls. Her body arched against his when he added another finger and she felt like she might melt into a puddle of goo right at his door.
Her eyes snapped open as it hit her like a bucket of ice. They were outside, standing at the gate of a house where anyone barged in, with or without permission. A place where anyone could see them – her father, her uncles and aunt, Stefan, Caroline who practically lived here and God knows who else.
Her hand reached down and grabbed Damon's wrist, stopping his hand which had been working inside her. She could've cried, but when he gazed at her with his impossibly long lashes and eyes that could burn anyone, she forgot what she wanted to say until he arched an eyebrow, but thankfully, his hand didn't move, even though it still stayed inside her.
"We're not doing this here." She almost hissed, but it turned into a moan when he twisted his fingers inside her and smirked.
"If my dad or Kol found us – they will kill you and lock me away forever. Nah… No way! No way we're doing this where anyone could see!" The sad look he gave her as he pressed his hips against hers once again should be illegal because she almost caved. But she held her ground, chest heaving and pointed towards his crotch before mumbling seriously, "And just to be clear… you aren't getting that monster near me anytime soon."
Damon let out a surprising burst of laughter at that and finally pulled his fingers out. He let her body slide down, but he smiled mischievously and pulled the fingers, which were still wet, into his mouth. He kept his eyes on hers as he licked his fingers clean obscenely and she stared at him jaw-slackened.
"You taste delicious, mia amore." He purred; eyes trained on her.
Athena whimpered, unable to believe that this man had managed to make her addicted to him in less than a day!
"I-I'll see you." She squeaked and apparated out of there before Damon could tell her that the buttons of her jeans were still open and she had forgotten her bag which was lying on the ground right next to them.
He laughed, feeling particularly happy as he picked her small bag and opened the door. The smile fell off his face and he pursued his lips irritated when he saw who was lounging on his couch comfortably.
"Hello, Damon."
"Katherine."
AN: Writing a happy chapter is not my forte. They're back in Mystic Falls, finally. (What happened to Fleur will be explained in later chapters.) Also, there might not be a sequel after all.
Italian: mia amore - My love.
Thank you for the readers who are still with me on this story and I hope you liked it. Positive criticism is always welcome. Have a nice day everyone. 😊
Aug 14th, 2019