"I can handle anything"
A/N: Thank you for all the amazing reviewers and it was nice to hear what you all thought. Many of you guessed Jacob and a few guessed Edward…hmmm (that's all you get). Well you also get this longer update to say thank you…
Finally.
A shower.
Something I had been in desperate need of. Just a few moments to focus on how the hot water cascaded down my skin and unknotted my taut muscles. The peaceful silence was greatly welcomes to engulf the wild and thoughts that roamed through my restless mind.
Using one of my hands. I pushed my wet tendrils away from my face and made a move to reach for the shampoo. My movements were abruptly stopped when a more tanned and masculine hand grabbed it before me. "Allow me"
His voice sent several emotions to erupt within me but I easily chose to rely on the safety of my anger. "What the hell?" I screamed and frantically reached up to cover my bare chest.
In response to my outrage, he simply tilted his head to the side and addressed me with an appraising nod. His icy blue eyes darkening to a dangerous midnight that was glazed with lust and need.
"Get the hell out!" I yelled at him, bewildered by the strangeness of the forwardness. All the while as I glared at him, I formed different ways I would kill him.
My hatred was lost on Damon, who remained content with a smirk on his lips as he teased me. "Is that really what you want?"
"Yes" I mumbled but nodded frantically, willing my star to focus on anything but his...package.
"Are you sure?" his fingers were suddenly trailing down my naked back and I fought against the excited trembles. To help with my stubbornness, I bit down on my bottom lip so that a pleasures moan wouldn't escape me. "Stop fighting me" he huskily murmured against my ear before trailing kisses up my shoulder and then up he side of my neck. "I know you want me," he whispered and massaged up my arms while nipping at my earlobe so he could croon, "And you know that I want you" his huskiness erased my morals and I found my trembling hands were slipping down.
A shaky gasp left me and I couldn't control myself when spinning around and wrapping my hands around his neck, pulling his lips to my defeated ones.
Rather than my pent up lust being satiated with the passionate kiss, I only found myself left wanting more. Still, at least I had the right state of mind of not completely giving him control by pushing him onto the far wall of the glass cubicle.
His palm slipped down to grip my thigh and then lift it to hitch it around his own.
This time the gasp that left my lips had my eyes snapping open as the dream faded away.
My breathing was heavy and I could still taste him on my lips and feel his touch under the thin cotton material. Beads of perspiration now rolled down my forehead and then trickled down my neck.
"Good dream?"
The sleep and it's dream faded with the words as I realised he had manipulated my sleep. The feeling of betrayal with how he had disregarded my free will angered and frustrated me.
Once I realised that yesterday's pain was no longer numbing my limbs, I took advantage of my healed body and flexed my once deadened muscles so I could whip around to land on his chest. My legs were trapping his body between my thighs as I pinned him down.
The knife under the pillow was drawn and now pushed up against his neck.
I ignored how my skin flushed when pressed up against him or how inappropriate it was to straddle his form. I ignored how his gleaming orbs now shadowed with the unfulfilled lust, following the dream.
My distracted thoughts gave him the chance to sit up, cradling my form while he chuckled at my actions.
All this energy was then shot through my angered actions that were too quick for him to stop.
The knife that had once been in my grasp was now dug inches away from his heart, making him growl his anguish. "Try that again and I won't miss" I hissed venomously and rolled off his form.
"Got that" he choked out.
-XxxxxxX-
While Damon changed, I had taken it upon myself to hunt for breakfast in his very well stocked kitchen. However, I wasn't in the mood for anything big so I settled for a bowl of Cap' n Crunch. I was surprised to even find it in a vampire's home but didn't question it.
Damon strode down, finding me perched on the counter while slurping down the rest of the milk.
He was still a bit down as a scowl replaced his usual cocky grin. I took advantage of the situation and innocently smiled at him. "Morning" I greater him cheerfully but I may have also lost control over myself and my curious gaze may have fallen down to his naked chest. Thankfully, he didn't catch me as I quickly looked away from him and down to the table where my phone was.
I had tried to convince myself that I should get a new one but then I convinced myself that it was a waste of money. Although, deep down, I knew it was because I didn't want to lose touch with my old somewhat normal life.
"Penny for your thoughts" he leaned on the counter next to me.
I forced a pleasant smile and tried to shake off the involuntary instinct of staking him. Then again, his pretty face did help in keeping me in check.
"Nothing important" I bowed my head and swirled the sugary milk in my bowl with the silver spoon. As I could still feel him watching me, I tried to distract him with the safe subject of business. "Did you lock him up?"
"Yep" he breathed and took a spoonful of the cereal which made me smile. When he looked back up, I masked it with a composed expression, listening as he said, "Stefan is in his own personal torture chamber. All tied up and ready for you" he winked and I rolled my eyes at how quickly he changed his demeanour. "Kinda kinky if you think about it" he taunted, eating another spoonful.
Sexy-dirty minded Damon was never far away...but I found I liked that.
"Maybe I can have a turn after?" He called out to me when I stood up to go to the sink.
Pushing away the image that began to manifest, I walked around his form and bent down to press my lips to his ear. "Oh I don't think you could handle me" I grinned victoriously when he shuddered in anticipation.
Not saying another word to voice my happiness, I made quick work of washing my bowl but paused when I felt the air shift, before having him pressed up behind me. "I can handle anything you dish out" he retorted with an underlying vow.
I spun around and arched an eyebrow. "Oh really?" I challenged, crossing my arms.
He nodded eagerly and crossed his own arms. "I think it will be you, that won't be able to keep up"
It did not go unnoticed how he seemed to be making a promise. Somehow in his thoughts he had decided that we would hook up.
Thankfully the diversion that was Elena's approaching footsteps willed me away from his side.
She entered the room and grew side eyed when taking in our presence. "morning" she smiled sweetly.
I acknowledged her with my own smile. "Morning Elena"
Her eyes were torn away from Damon and then onto me as she completed a silent assessment. "You're healed" she exclaimed and glanced warily at Damon.
"Another perk" I replied.
She accepted this and let whatever thought in her head drop. She then focused on pouring herself a cup of coffee and asking, "So what's the plan for today?"
"I'm gonna shower, get dressed and pick out my whips and chains before going down to spend time with your boyfriend"
Her priceless expression had me giggling and Damon chuckling into his cereal. "Stefan is so lucky" he said.
This time it was Elena's turn to roll her eyes but I drew in her attention with my order. "Eat up. I'm gonna go get shower"
Damon perked up and set his food aside. "I'll come with you" he offered.
I spun around, halting my steps and placed my hands on my hips, questioning him with my raise brows. "To show you how it works" he explained innocently but the glint in his eyes told me he was thinking of the dream.
I narrowed my eyes at him as a warning. "Sure"
-XxxxxxX-
The shower was shorter than usual because it became too fucking difficult to forget about the dream. Every time, I reached for the shower gel or the shampoo, I kept expecting him to pop up. My paranoia had me looking over my shoulder every five seconds – both hoping and dreading that Damon would be there.
It was when I got back to the room that the thoughts disappeared as I realised I only had Caroline's clothes. Memories of the flashing pinks and flower patterned clothing had me backing away from the shopping bags.
No way in hell.
I no longer had the reason to blend in.
Tightening the towel around me, I took a deep breath and walked towards Damon's room.
I didn't even have to knock because the door was suddenly flung open, revealing him, now dressed in a black crisp shirt and dark jeans.
Drawing in another calming breath, I simply reminded him in two words. "My car?" I questioned and then stood still waiting patiently. Still he made no move to answer me as he was now blatantly and shamelessly staring at my legs. His hooded gaze then moving upwards to my dripping hair so I cleared my throat, feeling uncomfortable and conflicted. "Tell me you did not leave my baby in Seattle"
He blinked for a few seconds before meeting my angered gaze. "Relax, brought it down - it's in the garage" he replied nonchalantly.
"Take me" I ordered.
He raised an eyebrow and gave me another once over. "Now?"
"I am not wearing Caroline's clothes again" I exclaimed, clinging onto my towel.
He smirked but then shrugged in compliance as he began to lead the way down the staircase and then through the back door.
The second we stepped outside, I smiled at the feel of the warm sun rays dancing on my skin and drying up the straying droplets. The heated sunlight burning on my bare shoulders as my white fluffy slippers padded down the rocky land. We continued to walk down a short path surrounded by towering trees until we arrived at a somewhat large garage.
There were three cars that were covered up but mine was parked proudly at the front.
It was new.
After my Chevy died, I had replaced her with the same make. A '67 Chevrolet Camaro in a sleek and classic black with silver accents.
I raced to it with a gleeful grin and opened the back door. i had to reach down to pull out the two duffel bags that I had discreetly tucked under the seats.
As I was still pissed at him, I didn't show any gratitude but chose to race back to the house but still heard as he called out to me. "You're welcome"
Once I was upstairs, I stripped away the white towel and lathered myself in the strawberry lotion before getting dressed.
Thankfully, I had no need to go hunting today so I kept it simple with a red tank and dark skinny jeans. Leaving the boots behind, I chose the black chucks and then pulled my hair into a professional ponytail.
Before leaving, I picked up the silver light and took the blue duffle bag and began to trail down the stairs, only to find that Damon was there waiting for me. "So this is what you look like when you're not in vampire hunter mode?"
I didn't really know how to reply to that so I walked into the kitchen where Elena was currently absent. I then placed the duffel bag onto the table but before I could unzip, he was there behind me again. "I like it" he uttered.
"Well good for you" I gritted, angry at how I wanted to melt into him.
With an angry huff, I set to the task and began to take out the necessary contents, smiling when I came across a pack of camels.
I pulled out out and placed it between my lips, using the lighter, I set it alight. A relaxed sigh left my lips when I blew out the smoke between parted lips. However, the brief state of peace was torn away when he cigarette was yanked from my lips. When I snapped my eyes open, Damon was using his fingers to extinguish it before flicking it into the bin. "Not in my house" he scolded me.
I would've screamed or even thrown something at his head it Elena decided to saunter in. "You ready?" She spoke, looking up at Damon.
"For what?" I quipped.
"Meeting up with Ric" she answered, eyeing Damon and the looking back at me. "He who was with us yesterday" she reminded me.
I recalled the handsome older-ish guy who had helped drag Stefan and Elena out. "Ric?" I tried out the name, hoping it would stick – for future references. Plus, it was nice to know that Elena also associated with humans.
"Alaric" she clarified and I smiled at the name but also didn't miss the frown from Damon.
Which he quickly erased and then stood to grab his car keys off the counter. I expected him to disregard me but was surprised when he threw them at Elena. You go on" he winked at me. He didn't realise that both me and Elena were stunned by his words as he simply continued. "I need to make sure Buffy knows where she's going" he smirked in my direction, oblivious to the obvious.
Elena was stunned and hurt and I-
I was...pleased?
A/N: Damon is choosing someone else over Elena? That is breaking news. Still holding out for the kiss? What did you think of Damon's little trick with the dream?
If you want to read a few one-shots with unusual pairings that I don't usually do (suggestions made by readers) I have posted them up on my fanfiction challenge. Well other ideas too.
Anyway, Au Revior and have a good day/night :)