A/N: So, yep, another WIP, and yep, one that's not fully written like I had planned because this idea is so big it's got a sequel no one will ever read. That being said, I hope you enjoy and BKers, don't worry, you'll see them next chapter where there will be a lot less flashbacks. A special thanks to my beta battleships who beta'd this so long ago she probably doesn't even remember it.
"What are we, Damon?"
"We're in love."
Damon lied in the middle of the road waiting for the right car. They weren't too far off—he made sure of it. He had a list and they were at the top of it. One hundred and forty-five years and it never got old, he reveled in it. What else was he supposed to do with an eternity? Knit? He supposed he could pick up a hobby some time, but who had the time when there was so much killing that needed to be done.
He closed his eyes listening for cars down the road. He held on tight to the locket in his hand and let the feeling wash over him. It was as though she was right there with him cheering him on, but he knew better—no matter what she wouldn't want this, not his Emily. She'd want him to be better than this, but he was a weak man—he'd accepted that years ago. He was no longer the man she loved, but he loved to think about a time when he was.
"How much do you love me?"
"No quantity exist for how much I love you."
She laughed, "Okay, I get it, you love me a lot, but do you love me enough?" she said seriously.
"Enough for what?" he said concerned.
"For what I'm about to show you." She stepped away from him moving closer to the water. He tried to move near her but he was stopped by an invisible barrier. "No, stay there," she said from the river.
She closed her eyes and started chanting in a language he didn't understand. He felt fear and curiosity in the pit of his stomach as he tried to make sense of what she was dong. Soon she was surrounded by the river water, standing in the epicenter of swirling water. Damon couldn't help but look in awe. She looked like a goddess. He didn't care how or why it was happening he just hoped she took him with her.
However, that awe quickly turned to fear as the swirl became fire. The light was blinding and he could barely see Emily to make sure she was okay.
Blinding headlights shone in his dark bloodshot eyes as the car in front of him honked. The driver tried to slow down to a halt but he was moving too fast. In an effort not to hit him the driver swerved their car out of the way. They lost control and skidded across the bridge and flew straight into the river. Damon stood at the broken edge and watched as the car sank down toward the bottom of the river. He smiled an empty smile as he mentally crossed three more off his list.
"Emily!" he screamed trying to get to her but was thwarted again by the invisible barrier. He felt completely helpless as he watched the love of his life enraptured in flames with no way out. He was in tears when the flames dissipated falling to the ground transfigured back into water. There she was in full view surrounded by a puddle of water looking at him nervously.
This time when he rushed to her there was nothing in his way. She couldn't get a word out before he took her face in his hands and kissed her with such vigor she could breathe. She pushed against him. He let up giving her a once over. There was no damage from the flames and relief set in.
"I'm a witch," she whispered.
"I love you," he whispered back.
"I love you too," said relieved. She pulled his lips down to hers and took his mouth needing him—needing to feel his love for her.
This time he pushed her away. "You have to promise to never scare me like that again. My heart couldn't take it if I lost you."
She smiled dreamily up at him. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"
"I think I should be the one asking that. I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of and none of them should have led me to you, but they did, and I'm so glad for it. You're my life now Emily."
He looked into her eyes not quite knowing what he was looking for but finding it anyway. He could see her love, vulnerability, but most of all he felt like he mattered—he mattered to her and for the life of him he couldn't understand why.
"Can I kiss you?"
She snorted at his request. "Don't get shy on me now?"
"I can't help it. Before I needed to make sure you were with me, now that I know you I need you."
"Of course you can kiss me stupid."
Their next kiss is more heated than the last. They claw at each other needing as much of the other as they can take. They were so caught up in one another they didn't notice the sound of footsteps in the distance.
When there was nothing but air bubbles in the river below he decided to leave. He wanted to see them suffer, watch as they drowned with no way out but he didn't want to get to close. As he was about to run he saw a familiar blur jump into the river. Thinking what he saw must be an illusion he stayed where he was curious.
It couldn't be after all this time. He hadn't seen him in years, not since he added him to his list. But sure enough, rising to the surface with his enemy in hand was someone he hadn't seen in a very long time, and hoped it stayed that way. He was pissed.
Eventually, they end up laying down at the edge of the river bank with Damon hovering above Emily. Garments long lost and when he readied himself to push inside she stopped him.
"I'm sorry if you're not ready we can stop."
"It's not that, I just," she paused, "Can I be on top?"
Recognition ran across his face immediately as he understood what she was asking. Can I be in control? He was happy to oblige and didn't even give an answer before he flipped their positions.
"You can have whatever you desire from me, Emily Bennett. Everything I have is yours."
She felt nervous. This wasn't their first time doing anything, but their encounters were contained to secret touches here and there. There was never time for more in fear of getting caught, but now they had the whole night to themselves.
She rocked her hips rubbing him against her cunt. She leaned down trapping he head between her arms. "You know what I want," she said slowly grinding down harder. Damon kept his hands right by his side letting her decide what she did and did not want.
"What?" he replied trying to keep his concentration.
"I want you to touch me," she said seductively.
He slowly put his hands on her hips. He caressed her soothingly along her sides. He ran his hands up and down stopping short of her breasts. "Can I?" He's touched them before, but always not until she let him.
"Of course," she replied amused. She loved how tentative he was with her boundaries but they were naked for Christ's sake.
He took them in hand gently squeezing. He lifted his head toward her left breast closing his mouth around the nipple. She sighed softly at the feel of his teeth scraping the bud. He sucked more into his mouth getting his fill circling her nipple with his tongue. The feeling shot shivers down her spine. She ground her hips harder into him making him buck up into her. After lavishing one breast with his love and attention he moved on to the other. She made mewling noises at the feel trying to contain herself.
Having had enough teasing she took him in hand and aligned him with her slit. She slowly sunk down adjusting to his length and girth. They both sighed at the feeling, distracting Damon from her breasts. All the buildup for the last few months led to this—they were finally making love. She leaned down and kissed him softly grinding her hips down on him. Their breathing hastened.
"Can you take your hair down?" he said between breaths.
Her nerves came back as she thought about this request. No one outside of the slave quarters had ever seen her hair outside of its bonnet. It was hard to tame but compared to the others hers was a little easier to deal with. She didn't know if she wanted him to see that much of her yet, as though one stray hair would send him away.
Damon read the nervousness on her face and tried to remedy that. He gently stroked her face. "It's fine, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, I just, I just thought the only thing that would make this more perfect is seeing every beautiful inch of you."
"You wouldn't say that if you saw my hair."
"I doubt that. I doubt there's anything about you that's less than perfect."
"Love really does make men into fools."
"Fool or not, that doesn't make me wrong."
"Only because I love you." She sat up and reached behind her head. Untying the bonnet she let it fall to the ground. Taking out the clips she let her natural hair fall framing her face.
She's beautiful he thought. He always thought that but seeing her as no one had, being with her as no one had, having all of her was better than he could have dreamed. He gently traced her face with his finger brushing the curls out of her face to see her.
"I was right, you're perfect."
He had picked here for them to die for a very specific reason. It was where he had first made love to Emily. It was only fair that hey died in the spot where he first loved her—that they be forced to pay their respects with their lives. It was so poetic especially for the girl—this was where everything was set in motion, and in one fell swoop, his brother was going to ruin it—again.
Damon swallowed Emily's moans as she screamed freely into the night. They were alone and it was late, but that didn't mean someone still couldn't find them. Gripping her hair he thrust up taking what little control Emily granted. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer and by the sounds, Emily was making he hoped she wasn't close behind. It didn't matter in the end because once she reached between their bodies she took the control back.
"Not yet," she huffed out letting him slip out of her.
Leaving her warmth and being exposed to the cold night air was a change he was not prepared for. He almost protested when he gets a better idea.
"Sit on my face," he growled.
"What?" No one had ever spoken to her that vulgarly.
"Sit on my face. Trust me it'll be good and you still get to be on top."
She crawled hesitantly up his body until her cunt was lined up with his mouth. Grabbing her plump bottom he pulled her down and dug in. He laved up her pussy like it was his last meal. His dick twitched at the sound of her whimpers.
Rocking her hips on his face back and forth she climbed right back up. He'd eaten her pussy before but not like this. The pure wrongness of it all was enough to make her cum on the spot but then he kept going. When she got off his dick this wasn't what she had in mind but she's glad he did. When she came again for the third time she had to stop him. This time she wanted to cum with him.
Without much warning, she took him in hand, lined him up and sank down with a satisfying "Oh" on the cusp of her lips. Damon looked up at her in awe as he saw every part of her bounce. It was like he was daydreaming but this was real.
It didn't take long to work herself up. With all the work his mouth did she was a puddle of goo. She knew he was right with her as he had been earlier. Leaning down she started to kiss him softly on the lips, moving down to his jaw until she finally reached his neck and bit him.
Damon groaned at the feel and couldn't control his hips. His erratic thrust sent Emily over the edge. With a scream into the night, Damon met his end.
After she lay on top of him contently syncing their heartbeats.
Off in the distance hidden between the trees, an intruder watched. "Well isn't that sweet."
Damon raced down to the river bend and watched. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, history repeating itself.
"Well isn't that sweet."