**Chapter fifty one**

Bite me

*Hailey*

My body felt cramped and sore, as I woke up in the passenger seat of Damon's car. My eyes felt dry, and I felt like I had a head cold. I opened my eyes, and groaned.

"About time, sleepy head," Damon said casually, as the wind blew wildly around us. He had the top down on his Camaro. It was sunny outside, and seemed like the perfect day.

The sun hurt my eyes, and I covered them, as I tried to stretch my sore muscles. "How long did I sleep?" I mumbled, still waking up.

"Well, you stopped crying around Maryland. Then you moved passed phase two and three of breaking up- denial and anger- about half way to Pennsylvania. You finished guilt when we got there, moved back to crying when we stopped to get food, and finally conked out half an hour later. You've been asleep for about four hours." He said, and I yawned.

"Where are we going?" I asked, slightly embarrassed about crying in front of Damon for the long. I knew that I should've been over it, since it seemed like I was crying every other time we were together, but I would never get used to crying in front of people.

"Atlantic City. We should be to our hotel in about twenty minutes," he replied.

I raised my eyebrows. "Why Atlantic City?"

Damon shrugged. "It's closer than Vegas, and I want to see if I can get your superpowers to help me gamble."

I laughed, and Damon looked pleased to hear that sound. After a moment's silence, I grabbed the hand he wasn't using to drive and squeezed it. "Thank you," I said quietly. I needed this; I needed to get out of Mystic Falls and away from all the stress and drama.

He squeezed my hand back, and kissed my forehead softly. "I aim to please," he said when he pulled away.

There was comfortable silence the rest of the ride. I tried to calm myself down and relax. Being with Damon and away from memories of Elena and I helped a lot. Damon pulled into a large parking lot for a hotel and casino. We got out of the car and went to check in.

Damon kept his arm around my shoulders the entire time we waited in line to check in. I knew that he was waiting for the next phase, but I thought that with Damon and Atlantic City to distract me, I'd be okay for a while.

Damon checked us into our room, and the desk lady shamelessly flirted with him in front of me. Damon raised his eyebrows at me, when her pen exploded, black ink covering her face and shirt.

"I love it when you get jealous," Damon whispered into my ear, as we walked away from the desk lady, who was upset about how the ink would stain her skin.

I smirked up at him. "Says the man that ripped my ex-boyfriend's heart out," I retorted.

Damon shrugged, not at all ashamed. "He had it coming."

I laughed as we got into the elevator to get to our room. We were alone, so I took the chance and kissed Damon passionately, dropping my bag on the floor and wrapping my arms around his neck.

Damon pulled away when the elevator reached our floor. He smirked at me as I tried to catch my breath. "I should kidnap you more often," he mused, as he grabbed my bag for me and we left the elevator.

I smirked up at him, as an elderly couple took our place in the elevator. They gave us nostalgic looks, no doubt seeing themselves in us young people. They were unaware that Damon was twice their age.

We walked into our room, which was about the size of two of my bedrooms combined. It was a fancy room, and the bed was huge. The room had a great view, too. I smiled big, as I jumped on the bed, and stretched out across it.

Damon chuckled, as he started to unpack his things. I just stayed on the bed that was made of hopes and dreams. "How long are we going to be here?" I asked contently.

"As long as you want," he said his back to me. I smiled slightly, and closed my eyes. We'd be here forever, if it was up to me.

There was more silence, which Damon broke by asking a question he knew that I didn't want to answer. "What happened, Hailey?"

I frowned and opened my eyes. I flipped onto my side, and stared out of the big window. "The view's amazing," I said, completely ignoring his question.

"Hailey," he sighed. "Just tell me."

I sat up and looked at Damon. His icy eyes were soft. He gave me a soft look that was reserved only for me. I sighed and looked away. "Don't you know already?" I asked.

"All I got out of the crying was that Elena couldn't accept that we're together. I'd like some more details, if I could get them," he said, leaning against a wall.

I sighed again, but gave in to him. "She got pissed because I lied to her- which she has every right to be pissed about- but then she said that she would've accepted it, which she wouldn't of have. So then we got into a fight about you, and it ended with me choosing you, and Elena basically saying goodbye."

It hurt, remembering the fight, but it was Damon who was frozen. I looked at him, and his eyes were unreadable, but I knew that he felt guilty, though he'd never admit it. I stood up and walked over to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist, but Damon remained stiff.

"It's not your fault, Damon, it's mine. I lied too many times to her, and if I just told her the truth, it would've ended differently. But I don't regret choosing you over Elena. I love you, and I'll manage without her, but I wouldn't be able to manage over you." I smiled sadly at him, but there was still a glint of self-loathing in his eyes.

Damon sighed, but didn't pull away from me. "Sometimes, I wish that I was selfless enough to let you go," he mumbled, just loud enough for me to hear.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Well, you would find that impossible to do, Damon. I'm a bitch to get rid of," I smiled, though it was forced. I didn't like what I was hearing from him.

Damon still looked like he was on the topic of "letting Hailey go for her own good," so I kissed him, hard. Then I pulled away just as fast, and slapped him across the face.

"You ever leave me for such a stupid reason as 'for my own good,' I'll kick your ass. And that's a promise. I hate to compare us to Twilight, but when Edward left Bella for her own good, it didn't end too well. Who knows? I just might fall for a half-naked werewolf." I smiled, though I was scared at the idea of Damon leaving me.

Damon sighed and looked down at me. "Don't worry Hailey, I'm a selfish person," he said. And then he kissed me to distract us both.

The kissing got hot and heavy. Damon kissed my neck, as I unbuttoned his shirt. We fell backwards onto the bed, Damon on top of me. His hands went under my shirt, and I managed to get his off entirely.

Damon's lips traveled from my neck to my lips, and I moaned softly against them. My shirt came off, and his hands began working on my jeans. Just then, an idea came to me. It was something that I had been secretly considering for a while, and now seemed like the right time to execute it.

"Bit me," I murmured against his lips, stretching my neck so that he could get easy access.

"What?" he asked, pulling away. He looked like he thought that he heard me wrong.

"Bite me," I repeated, craning my neck. Damon gave me an 'are you crazy?' look, and got off of me. I frowned at his reaction.

"No," he said, and I sat up.

"Why not?" I asked, a little stung at the rejection.

"Why would you want me to bite you?" he retorted. "It's not like you haven't been bitten before. It's not like I haven't bitten you before."

I glared at him. "Because I know that it would be different this time, and I trust you not to kill me."

Damon gave me a look like I was the first person to tell him that- which I probably was- but then he shook his head. "I'm not biting you, Hailey." He said like it was final.

"So, you'll bite random bar skanks, but not me?" I said, pissed and hurt.

Damon gave me a look like he couldn't believe me. "Because I'm not worried about killing random bar skanks."

I stood up, just in my bra and jeans, and glared at him. "I trust you, Damon. I want you to bite me. What's the problem? Last time I checked, my blood's desired by vampires."

Damon rolled his eyes at me. "The problem is that if I don't stop, I'll kill you. And I'm not willing to risk that," he said.

I frowned at him, but the hurt went away at his explanation. "I trust you," in repeated, walking up to him and resting my hand on his cheek.

Damon seemed to be looking for something in my eyes. But it took him so long, that I decided to give up. I sighed, and started to pull my hand away and bit into it.

It wasn't like the other time I was bitten. It had hurt because the vampire that had bit me dug their fangs into my skin. Damon immediately pulled his teeth away once he broke the skin. It hurt at first, and I gasped in pain. But then it went away, and it actually felt good after a while. I moaned, and Damon pulled me closer to him, and pushed me onto the bed.

He dropped my bleeding wrist, and then left bloody kisses all over my body. I took a deep breath, turned on by the biting. Damon kissed me on the lips gently, before biting into my neck. The pain was more intense, but the pleasure was stronger. I moaned louder, and wrapped my legs around his waist. Damon unhooked my bra, still feeding from me.

I thought that sex with Damon was great before, but when you added biting into it, it was amazing. I was right to trust Damon, and to let bite me. But mostly, Damon biting me provided a distraction that both of us needed.

~LMF~

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~Abby ;)