Disclaimer: I do not own Castle and The Vampire Diaries

AN: Here are the last two chapters :) The rating is M for a reason. You have been warned.

Chapter 5

They were at his door. He fished out his keys and unlocked the door. He let her in first and then followed behind her, locking the door on his way in. She looked around as she walked in, noticing every little detail of the hallway and then the living room.

"Do you want something to drink?"

She turned a little to face him, "no, I'm fine"

She walked further into the room and stopped at the fire place. She stared at the flames and they shone in her eyes. He watched her with great attention. Her hair glowed with the light of the fire, her skin gleamed with beauty.

She was losing it. Just staring at the flames was bringing back those memories. Not that they had ever left. But they always seemed to make them fresh, like she saw it all happen before her eyes just yesterday.

She forced herself to look away from it and her eyes landed on his. He was standing before her, looking down at her, with something so strong she could feel his stare burn through her.

"How do you move so fast?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"How drunk are you?" he asked with a smirk.

"Just as drunk as you" she replied.

"I'm not moving fast" he denied, shamelessly.

"If you say so" she didn't fight it. She took a step closer to him.

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked

"I thought you knew"

She was silent, but still looking up at him.

And suddenly, she felt a pair of soft lips crushing against her lips, and an arm wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. It wasn't the action that shocked her. It was the strength and the speed. Whatever it was she didn't let on.

She had been wanting this ever since the moment she had changed route on her way back from the Hamptons. She wanted to forget. And he was helping her do exactly that. His arm around her tightened, pulling her flush against him.
She pulled away from his lips and searched his eyes when he looked at her. There was pure hunger there, and need, he needed this just as bad as she did, she could see it in his eyes, he was just as broken as she was and he needed an escape too.

"Make me forget" she whispered while staring down at those lips of his, and he did exactly that.

"Be careful what you wish for" he said with a smirk.

She didn't know how, but one moment she was standing at the fireplace with him, and the next, she was pushed up against a wall, and he was invading her space. She hadn't felt her feet move. How did that happen?

His tongue sought entrance to her mouth, his hand reached up to touch her luscious curls. His whole body hummed with energy against her.

"Damon…" she said between kisses, but he didn't stop. He kissed and kissed like he was determined to taste her. She moaned in the kiss when she felt his hand caressing her waist.

"How are you doing that" she said and sucked on his lower lip wildly.

"Doing what?" he looked at her then

"Moving so fast! Don't deny it. I can feel it"

"If I tell you, you'd ruin tonight for us both"

"Tell me" she said and kissed his jaw line, her lips moving hungrily against his slight stubble. The roughness seemed to be doing it for her.

"It's crazy."

"My life has been nothing but crazy" she admitted. Really, nothing he said would surprise her.

"I'm a vampire"

She looked up at him. And he was preparing his mind for a shrill scream, for her to back away with terror written all over her face. But no. she didn't move. He watched her intently. She looked down, and a smile came upon her lips. And then she looked back up at him, and kissed him harder, putting both her arms around his neck, hooking her leg around his hip and pulling him closer.

He was half shocked. Only half shocked.

"It doesn't bother you that I'm a vampire?"

"No. makes this hotter" and she ground her hips into him. He groaned in pure pleasure at the feel of her. She must really be drunk, or really damaged, desperate for an escape from reality.

"Doesn't it make me your enemy? I'm a killer. You catch killers and put them behind bars for a living."

"Kill my memories tonight! And I'll let you off the hook"

"If you say so detective" and before he could finish his sentence she had pulled his shirt apart, buttons skittered across the floor but were paid no heed to. She was busy tasting him, and he was busy feeling so much of her at once.

He couldn't help it. His vampy senses were doing it for him. He could feel her hunger. He could smell her. There was something fruity about her. Her scent. He was never a fan of fruity scents before, but this woman here, she was intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough of her scent. Her hands were caressing his chest and his abs and now and then teasing their way lower down to just above the waist line of his denims.

"What's that scent?" he asked when her lips moved down his neck, and her hands moved to feel the skin of his back.

"Damon, if you're getting tempted to suck out my blood and turn me, you can forget about it right now. I have too many cop friends who will hunt you down."

She put her hand behind his neck and pulled him in again to kiss him hard. He lifted her shirt over her head and took it off.

"I'll keep that in mind" he said.

He put his hand behind her other leg, pulling it up to hook around his hip too, her only support was the wall behind her, and the man between her legs. She tightened her hold on him, pressing herself harder against him, and he sucked on the skin at her neck as if he were drawing something out of her.

Clearly, it wasn't blood. No he was drawing out that pent up emotion, drawing out the hunger from her. The hunger and lust in her was wild, he could feel it ever since the moment he laid eyes on her tonight.

She needed to channel all that emotion, the hurt, the anger, she needed somewhere to vent it out, and he wanted to give her that escape, that hide- out from all of it. He respected her for what she's been through. And he could feel that she respected him too. They've both recently been through the tunnel of loss, the darkness of having your heart twisted and crushed and left wrinkled to wither. He needed someplace to channel his emotions, and he found someone who needed it too.

As he thought about it, he could feel her control slipping. Her eyes were closed, she was grinding herself into him, already feeling the evidence of his arousal, even through layers of their clothing, it was turning her on, to a level she hadn't been on in a while. He intensified his kisses down her throat, humming his appreciation for her long legs, and those two plump breasts held up by her black lacy bra, that his hand had suddenly turned so fond of. He could hear her soft gasps of breath, every time he touched a new region of her skin.

"Damon… take it off" she whimpered.

She arched her back, and he reached behind her to unhook her bra. She took it off. He was entranced. She was looking at the lust in his eyes for her, and then suddenly she was on his couch, lying flat and he was over her.

She gasped at the sudden change from vertical to horizontal. But her mind had no time to think about his speed now; his mouth was currently making its way lower down her collar bone.

She let her hand find his hair, and she fisted his hair as he sinfully moved lower. Her other hand reached up to find something to hold onto. It had been a long time that she had felt anything like this and she knew the feelings he was starting to create in her would only be a start. She shut her eyes just as his lips began to climb closer to where she needed his mouth to be and when he latched on to her swollen pink nipple, she almost came. Almost.

Her knuckles began to hurt as she held on tight to the material of his couch on the arm rest above her head. She was writhing in pleasure. The man knew his way around a woman's breast; she had to give him that. Even then, it gave her power, that she was able to steer him just the way she wanted by tugging at his hair.

He was doing things with his tongue on her that should be illegal. If only she had carried her handcuffs today, she thought, and dismissed the thought as soon as it arrived. Because there was only one man she would ever use handcuffs on for something kinky.

But even before her mind wandered there, she felt Damon's hand on her other breast, giving as much attention to it, as his lips were giving to its twin. She was writhing under his mouth. When his lips found her other nipple, and his teeth tweaked and nibbled to elicit moans from her parted lips, she hadn't thought that he could heighten the pleasure just yet. But he surprised her. His hand cupped her mound over her jeans, and she arched her lower body up towards his hand.

"Someone's a little too eager" he smiled that naughty, mischievous smirk of his, and then got to work on unbuttoning her jeans and taking them off.

When he had rid her of her jeans, he took a good look at the woman on his couch. She was everything he could fall for. Just his type - strong, brunette, delicious, and more than willing to help him find release. It didn't hurt that the black lace barrier between them seemed to be soaking wet with her arousal. And if he thought she couldn't turn him on more, he was mistaken. Just the idea that she was so hot for him, heightened his hunger, his need to fuck her senseless.

"What are you looking at?" she asked with a sultry smile.

"You're a work of art" he replied, unable to take his eyes of her body.

"You do know how to appreciate art, do you?" She teased him, with a smile that did things to his painful erection. Things like… making it HARDER to keep his jeans on. 'Why was he still clothed?' he asked himself.

"Don't underestimate me detective. You don't know me, until you know me"

"Let me know you then." She hooked her finger into the waistline of his jeans then and brought him closer, to stand near her. She raised herself on one elbow and unbuttoned his denims, her fingers not being too subtle about her need to touch him. She brushed her fingers against his crotch now and then while slowly bringing the zip down, she was torturing him, he wondered if she always played the minx in bed.

Before he knew it, she was standing before him, her hands reaching behind to move over his back and then slowly, they slid into his boxers. She grabbed his ass and pulled his front against her. They both closed their eyes, enjoying the feel of their naked skin, warm and strong, against the other. Her breasts, flush against him, he wondered if the room was cold for her, or if she was just that aroused being this close to him. She grabbed his well toned ass tight in her palms.

"You like it?" he asked.

But she said nothing, she simply slid the last piece of clothing he had on, down, and got rid of her own. She pushed him back to sit on the couch, and straddled him. He could feel all of her. His hands couldn't get enough of her. She was sexy as hell. And her body was calling out to him to take her. To…

his thought process was interrupted when she lowered herself down to him. She wasn't taking him in yet, just teasing him with her moist core, letting him feel for himself what he had done to her, she was panting hard against his ear. Her warm sweet breath washing over the skin of his ear, his neck, sending bolts of electric adrenaline through his veins and straight down to his spine, to where he wanted to feel her the most.

She nibbled on his ear, whispering things,… things she wanted to do to him, things she wanted him to do to her tonight, and she ended with "show me that you know how to leave a woman speechless" and he couldn't resist anymore he cupped her neck and pulled her in to kiss her hard and passionately, while his other hand made its way down her front, to find her core, ready for him.

"Fuck" he exclaimed in the kiss. "You're so wet"

She gasped at the invasion of his fingers. He was playing her like she was a stringed instrument, and the sounds forming at the back of her throat and leaving her lips were like music to his ears. She couldn't concentrate on kissing him, so she just kept her forehead connected to his, focusing only on his fingers in her.

It started with two, and then he stretched her to add another and she ground down on his hand, needing the friction on her nub. His thumb moved across her swollen bud, eliciting a string of curses from her lips, and it only encouraged him further.

He watched her face as he pleasured her with his fingers. Her expressions spoke volumes about her. She was not a shy lover. That was too evident. She wasn't afraid to voice out what she wanted to feel. Right now, she was stroking his bi-cep, letting him know she appreciated what he was doing to her.

She opened her eyes when she was close to the breaking point, he could feel her clench around his fingers, she was definitely close, and he could see dark lust in her eyes. That's when he noticed those green spheres for eyes she had, had an ability to turn darker when she was aroused, but the green still showed, emerald and thirsty.

She took his free hand from her waist and put one of his fingers into her mouth. And he no longer knew what to feel. Her tongue was talented to say the least. She was twirling it around his finger, making it harder for him to concentrate on what he was doing between her legs.

Watching her lips, and hearing her moan as she sucked on the tip of his finger, one of man's most sensitive areas when it came to seducing, she was making him picture just how amazing it would be to have that mouth of hers around him, on his manhood, sucking him off just like that. She let his finger slip out between her lips with a pop and then brought her attention back to getting off on his fingers.

But now he had other plans. He kept going until he knew she was close, now and then pulling her in to tweak her nipples between his teeth.

And all of sudden she was there, she was climbing that hill to reach ecstasy, she was so close, he could see it on her face, he could see it in the way she moved, in the sounds she made, and just when he knew she was going to come he pulled out his fingers and she shot him a look of death.

"Damon!" she groaned in frustration. "What are you doing?!"

"Making this good for you"

"The last time I checked, 'good' was when I was allowed to orgasm" her glare on him was fatal. He knew it angered her, bringing her so close to the edge, to the finish line and then pushing her all the way back to the start.

But he smirked and said, "Patience woman…"

"I don't need patience! I want you in me right now!" she demanded. And truly he loved that she was so bossy.