Fire Heart

The sound and the smell of rain hitting the scolding ground woke Laurel from her dreamless sleep. She ached a little bit but she was wide awake. She felt Damon lying next to her. He was breathing slowly signifying he was still sleeping. Laurel slipped the sheets away from her naked body while she searched the room for something to cover her. She found a black shirt of damons and put it on. Damon was sleeping on his bed, for once he wasn't dreaming of Elena because he was dreaming of a certain young girl named Laurel. The way she smelled, like lavender and chocolate. The way she smiled, it reached her eyes. Her laugh, it was loud and real. She didn't lie and she wasn't playing a game.

Damon rolled over and reached out for her, but she had gone. He listened for any movement in the house and to his surprise he heard her heartbeat and the faint patter of her bare feet on the wooden floor. He became curious and at the back of his mind he couldn't help but think she was snooping.

Damon got out of bed and pulled on his jeans and checked himself in the mirror. He then decided to investigate. While walking down towards the library he couldn't help but revisit last night, how Laurel was so kind and lovely. She was beautiful and she was tender and soft and honest in her actions.

When Damon entered the Library he saw the most beautiful, alluring creature he had ever met. The black shirt in contrast to her pale skin took his breath away, though he would never admit that. She was sat on the leather couch arm rest flicking through a book. 'Great Expectations' the cover read. Damon smirked when Laurel looked up like a deer caught in headlights. She stood up and closed the book immediately.

"Oh, Damon I'm sorry. I just saw the books and couldn't resist." she put the book back and walked forward. She looked like a little child being scolded. Damon lulled his head to the left and assessed her features. Her eyes were so sincere, so innocent that he felt bad for taking the only thing she truly had. Her purity.

"It's okay, I'm not mad. I don't blame you for being curious. It's quite a collection." Damon met her half way and held on to her hands. Laurel looked down at their entwined fingers and smiled. Damon stepped closer until he was flush against her own body. He pecked her lips lightly and stared into her eyes.

"You're quite beautiful, you know that?" He said, rubbing his thumb across her blushing cheek. Laurel smiled brightly and looked to her feet. She shook her head in amusement and replied.

"I bet you say that to all the girls" she stepped around Damon and turned around abruptly in a playful manner. Her hair dancing around her face.

"So do you want to go grab a coffee?" Laurel asked politely, holding on the door frame signalling him to follow her.

"I'm not about to say no and let you slip away" he said as he pushed her against the wall and captured her lips with his own. It was a long, passionate kiss that led all the way to the front door. Laurel tapped Damon shoulder.

"Don't you need air? I need air" she panted, smiling again. Did she ever stop? Damon thought.

"I don't mean to be a spoil sport but I really think that if we're going to go get coffee, we should get dressed." she said looking down at her attire. Damon smirked and fiddled with the buttons on her shirt. Slowly but surely unbuttoning each button. Suddenly the door opened wide and a girl, a little taller than Laurel with long dark chestnut coloured hair with the biggest brown eyes she had ever seen stood a few feet away from them. She looked shocked, confused and then hurt. Laurel had seen that look enough times to know that Damon was involved with this girl. And that hurt Laurel, to know that she caused that girl to feel that emotion. Laurel could only blame herself, because Damon had told her he was hung up on a girl her couldn't have. Yet out of a second of lust filled thoughts, she chose to ignore it. But now, looking at the girl in the doorway, Laurel couldn't help but pity her, and then feel angry with herself.

"I should go." Laurel said, as she saw how Damon stared so intensely at the girl. Laurel walked back towards Damons room to change and gather her things. She didn't forget to notice that Damon had completely ignored her.

"Elena." she heard him whisper.