When I woke up I was alone in my bed, but I could still smell Damon on the sheets. I stood groggily and looked outside to see kids running around in costumes. Halloween! I had forgotten. And there was a Halloween party at school Lena wanted me to go to.
"Rora!" Elena's voice called outside my door. "Stefan and I are heading to the party, meet us there. I can't wait to see your costume!"
"I'll be there as soon as I can," I said with an agitated moan. I didn't have a costume.
When I heard Lena's car pull out of the drive way, or maybe it was Stefan's, I quickly dressed and sped over to the boarding house. I wanted to see Damon and some strange idea told me he could help with my costume problem.
Damon answered the door before I even knocked. I looked at him for a moment before burying myself in his arms. He returned my embrace and kissed my hair. I tilted my head, angling my face towards him and waiting for his lips to touch mine.
When I felt the collision of his lips on mine my body trembled. The kiss lost all of its innocence in a second, and it became heated and fervent. Damon scooped me into his arms and I barely felt him move before I registered that we were in his room. I grasped his hair in my hands, pulling lightly and causing him to sigh and moan at the same time.
I bit his lower lip and pressed my body as closely to his as I could. A slight pressure on my hip made me acutely aware of Damon's arousal and it sent a shiver of desire down my spine.
"Rora," Damon said pulling away slightly. "I don't think this is why you came to see me."
"No but it is a pleasant alternative," I said biting my lip. Damon gave me a strange look. A look I was beginning to recognize as lust.
"Why are you here?" He asked. His tone was not rude or mean, but I felt as though he wasn't happy to see me. Or as happy as I was to see him.
"There is this Halloween thing at school today, and I don't have a costume," I said with a shrug and sigh.
"And you thought I could help with your costume dilemma?" He asked amusement in his voice. Again I shrugged. "Come with me," He said leading me up into a darkened room, an attic. There boxes and artifacts everywhere.
"This all belongs to you?" I asked.
"Stefan and I had pack rat relatives," Damon said. A sudden thought hit me.
"Did you or Stefan ever have children?" I asked. Damon laughed.
"No," He said drawing out the word. "A cousin of ours carried on the family line." I nodded and walked towards a box that had something lacy poking out. I found the most beautiful eighteen hundreds dress I had ever seen, and my eyes widened at the sight of it.
"This is beautiful," I said taking in the lavender and white coloring.
"Do you want to barrow it?" Damon asked. "For the party."
"Really?" I asked. "I don't think I could, it is far too beautiful and old."
"It will suite you well," Damon said picking up the dress. We made our way back to his room. He handed me the dress and turned away politely so I could change.
I struggled into the dress, the old fashioned lacing and buttoning was hard to figure out.
"Are you dressed?" Damon asked after a moment.
"I need help," I said making sure I was as covered as possible when he turned to look at me. I was having trouble lacing up the corset and the back of the dress. Damon stared at me for a moment. My shoulders and back were exposed, almost all the way down to my waist. He seemed to be struggling with a thought, but then forced it away before stepping forward to help me lace up the corset.
"Is that too tight?" He asked.
"No," I said. The blood was rushing to the surface of my skin because of how close he was standing, and because his hands were so close to touching me. I could feel the blush running over my cheeks, breast, shoulders and back. When Damon lifted the sleeve of the dress over my shoulder, his hand skimmed across my overheated skin. I had a sharp intake of breath, unprepared for how cold he was.
"I'm sorry, my skin is very cold," He said.
"No, well, I mean yes, but don't stop," I whispered turning to face him. The dress was still only half covering me, and my top half was only clad in the corset and a few other undergarment like things. I took Damon's hand slowly in mine, and raised it to my neck. I closed my eyes as his cool touch instantly made me feel drunk.
On his own, Damon's other hand came up to rest on my bare shoulder. His fingertips began to lightly trace the veins under my skin. I leaned into his hands, wanting him to hold me closer. With my eyes still closed, I felt Damon's lips touch my neck. A thrill ran through me. Was he going to bite me? I didn't' know, but I didn't care. He trailed soft kisses up to my lips. I pressed my body into his, wrapping my arms around his neck. The chain reaction of response between the two of us was instant. Damon pressed me as close to him as possible, my body molding to his. We seemed to fit perfectly together. My core heated, and I wanted to be closer to him.
When it suddenly became too much for me I had to pull away. I struggled with my thoughts for a moment. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything, and the thought scared me.
"I should get to the school, Lena will be wondering where I am," I said. Damon nodded. "You could...you could come with me," I said slowly.
"It has been a long time since I have been in school," Damon said. "Besides, I don't think your friends like me too much."
"Since when do you care if people like you or not?" I asked. "And you wouldn't be going to see them, you'd be going to be with me," I said.
"Alright," Damon said in an exasperated tone, but he gave a half grin.
"You need a costume," I said.
"No," Damon said.
"It is a Halloween party," I said insisting that he dress up. "Be a vampire," I said laughing. Damon laughed too, but he found an old black cape.
"You need fangs," I said. His eyes began to change, and Damon's vampire face came out. I shuddered involuntarily. I looked away, embarrassed. I didn't want him to think he frightened me.
"Let's go," I said leading the way back down stairs.