8. Innocence

Damon watched the petite witch as she was laughing. The sound of her laughter was sweet and light and she looked relaxed and natural. And once again he couldn't understand how this all had happened, here he sat and couldn't tear his gaze from her. He couldn't look away from the pretty witch and why? Just because he had been stupid enough to fall for her.

He couldn't explain it to himself. He had always preferred the girls that were a little more experienced, as he liked to call it, but the witch she just reeked of innocence. As she sat there with her friends, she seemed shy, cute and pure, and he, he just couldn't understand.

The witch was the exact opposite of Katherine, she was nothing he ever imagined wanting to have and yet she was all there was on his mind. The innocence that surrounded her fascinated him even though he couldn't keep from imagining her being a little more teasing.

Bonnie slammed him against a wall. She stepped slowly closer, trailing her hands across his chest. Her body was pressed against his and he could feel her breath on his face. His breathing accelerated as she leant even closer. A smirk appeared on her face and she twirled around, as she stalked out of the door, she turned back around and looked at him.

"You wish it was this easy." Her voice was clear in his head as he looked up and stared into the witch's eyes. "I know exactly you just thought, Damon." She was still across the room, laughing with her friends.

Damon stood up from his place on the bar and stalked out of the door and as he stepped out into the cold. "Damon?" Her voice filled his mind as he stepped out into the cold night. "I'll be at the boarding house in 20." He smirked to himself and let the door fall closed behind him.

20 Minutes later he was sitting on the couch in the boarding house, starring into the flames of the fireplace as the glass of bourbon in his hand glittered in the light, when suddenly the witch stood in front of him. He placed his glass on the table and stood up, smirking at her.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me for long." He stated cockily, but the only answer he got from her was the coat she threw onto the couch besides him. He watched the witch stalk closer as he examined the short leather dress she was wearing. He gulped slightly as she trailed a single finger down his chest. What was up with that witch? Normally she acted as if she had swallowed her broomstick. She kept coming closer and he stepped back unconsciously until he hit the wall.

The second he wondered when he had gone backwards to the wall she ripped open his shirt and threw it away. Her hot breath tickled his skin as she kissed his chest, her hands scratching and gripping at his back.

He felt her hands unzipping his trousers and watched her dress fall to the ground, his mind dazed, trying to fit this all together. In front of him, the judgy little witch was almost naked and he felt his lower area pounding stronger as blood rushed deeper.

"Close your eyes." She whispered huskily and he obeyed. He felt her stroke said lower area through the material of his boxers and then suddenly the door fell closed. His eyes shot open and she had together with her clothes disappeared, leaving him behind in the urgent need of a college girl to satisfy his needs.

The witch and her innocence? There you have it.

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