Admit it, the story line is irrelevant! This story is purely for sex, hurt/comfort, and sexy Damon!
Take Me Home to Take Me Away
With a content sigh, I settled into the bed and he sat back in the chair beside me.
"So," I started with a too-deep breath, "what's the damage?" My fingers felt along the bandages around my torso.
"Nothing major: two displaced vertebrae, a collapsed lung, a few cracked ribs... oh, and just a bit of internal bruising." He replied nonchalantly.
"Ah," I murmured in the same disinterested tone, "so nothing of profound interest." He laughed softly, shaking his head.
"Alright, let's fix you up and get you home." He stated, drawing his wrist to his lips. The thought of blood suddenly sprung a memory to mind.
"Tyler!" I said suddenly, remembering he'd been left with the vampire while Damon got me to safety. He paused with an almost insulted expression.
"The wolf? He's fine; bitched about having to walk back, but he'll live." Regardless his words, I saw the memory and frowned.
"He bitched because his arm was broken!" I retorted. Damon waved it off.
"He's a werewolf; it's already healed." My frown deepened in confusion. "Yeah, they heal as fast as we do, but you don't." Again his eyes went black. My heart stuttered in excitement as his fangs sunk into his wrist. The instant the scent of blood washed over my senses, all logic and thought and foreboding vanished.
A dark smirk toyed with his lips as he deeply inhaled the vibrant scent, knowing what it would do to me, and he kissed me softly.
My tongue slowly traced the edge of his lips, savoring the tiny trace of blood lingering there. I could feel the blood slowly trickling down his arm and my lust flared. He leaned back and displayed the wound. My mouth pressed against his arm, attentively lapping every drop of crimson from his skin before reaching his wrist.
He groaned beautifully as I drank from him, savoring how his very presence rippled through me. His lips pressed against my neck and my body writhed in anticipation. I didn't feel the nick of his fangs entering me, yet couldn't help but moan loudly. My hand tangled in his silky mane, pulling him harder against my. I gradually found myself pressed beneath his hard form, every inch of skin reeling at his touch. With a growl, he attacked my lips, hands nearly ripping the flimsy grown from my body. There was no pain from his rough touch, only pleasure; the desperate need for more. I automatically ground my figure against him, my legs wrapped loosely around his hips. He nipped my ear, drawing a muffled cry from me.
"Damon," I called, begging for the release only he could give me. With excruciating slowness, his hand crept down my side, pressing firmly against my eager body. I reached for the hem of his jeans, but, with inhuman speed, he snatched my wrist and trapped it beside my head, a dark smirk twisting the corners of hip lips. So gently, he kissed down my jaw, my neck, only just letting a flittering touch caress my skin, my chest, purposefully avoiding those oversensitive buds. My stomach. I gasped his name, unable to keep still under his teasing lips. He kissed the crest of each hip, sending a chill up my spine. I was panting, desperate for more; more of his touch, more of his taste, more of him. "Please." I begged.
"Thea!" Caroline squealed from the hall, throwing open the door. With a loud gasp her face flushed red and she slammed the door shut. "Sorry!" And she was gone, leaving us in stunned silence and, for Damon, growing irritation. I couldn't help but laugh.
"We're… uh, still in the hospital." I stated obviously. Jaw tense, he nodded, lips caught between his teeth. "Mind if we... yah know, go home?" Sighing heavily, he reluctantly agreed and climbed off of the hospital bed.
"I'll sign you out." Fighting to keep the humor from his gaze, he stalked out of the room, noticeably stiff. I couldn't help but giggle.
Though leaving us greatly wanting, the feeding, if nothing else, returned strength to my limbs. A pile of fresh cloths had been stacked on an end table. I quickly slipped into them, grimacing slightly at the residual soreness of my back and side, and started out of the room. I could feel Damon 'convincing' the doctors to release me early, so headed toward the lobby, knowing Damon's car waited outside.
"Thea!" I jumped and turned toward the shrill call. Caroline, face still flushed, bounded over to me. "I'm so-o sorry!" she said again through a nervous laughter. I shook my head.
"I suppose it's nothing you haven't seen before." I dismissed. She grinned slyly. "I assume Bonnie told you the good news?" she nodded emphatically.
"And," she almost sang, "We decided it was cause to celebrate!"
"To you," Damon started, wrapping his arms around me, "anything is cause to celebrate." Caroline bit her lips to hide her smile.
"Also a great excuse to try out some of those outfits!" she added.
"Admit it: you just want to see her drunk." I couldn't help but laugh. Caroline's coy expression didn't help.
"Matt's already getting The Grill ready. See you in an hour!"
Before we could reply, she was gone. Dread stole over me. Celebration. Party. That meant people. A lot of people. My heart began to race and I found myself clinging to Damon's arms. Images of the Shadow Men, of dark, enclosed spaces, of countless bodies pressing against me, causing hurt… I was trembling.
"Thea." Damon murmured quietly into my ear. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes.
"I'm alright." I stated, voice empty.
"No, you're not." He retorted, guiding my eyes to his, and, softer, "but it's okay not to be." My jaw tightened, but a weak smile touched my lips. He pulled me against him. Hidden in his arms, I sighed.
"Come on," he said in a lighter tone, "let's get out of here." With a nod, I followed him to the parking lot and settled in the passenger side of his car.
Damon already had it in his mind not to show up; uninterested in those anxious to celebrate.
"I want to go." His brows drew together and he pulled his lips to one side in confusion.
"No you don't," he argued, "You just don't want to not go." I shook my head.
"I've never been to a party before." I admitted, adding with a content sigh, "And I think this was a victory worth celebrating." He watched me for several seconds, reluctant. "Please?" I whispered, knowing he wouldn't be able to say 'no.'
"Not fair." He pretended to complain. Returning his gaze to the street, he took my hand and smiled.
An SUV was parked in the driveway that I didn't recognize.
Elena. Damon informed me. Right; from the shopping trip. I suddenly felt like that was so long ago. With Damon's arm possessively draped around my hip, we started toward the manor. The instant we were through the door, a grinning Elena came to meet us, followed immediately by Bonnie. I couldn't help but smile at the excitement in their gaze.
"Why do I have the feeling you two have devious plans in mind?" I almost sighed.
"Well, not devious." Bonnie started, glancing to her friend.
"We're just going to kidnap you for a few hours." Elena added.
Last chance to back out. Damon offered, perfectly willing to step in and be the bad guy for me. I smiled affectionately at him.
"See you at The Grill." With a quick kiss, I allowed Elena and Bonnie to usher me into the waiting SUV.