Fire (Damon)

After we make love, by Whitney Houston

I've been waiting such a long time

For a love that's real to come my way

Gonna take some getting used to

Now that love is here to stay

After we make love

I'll be lost in the afterglow

You're all I'm dreaming of

I just can't, I just can't let the feeling go

After we make love

There's no doubt in my mind

I've been touched by

All that heaven and earth will allow

All that matters is right here and now."

I should've taken her home earlier. It had been much too cold out there for her, her hands felt ice-cold. Hopefully she won't get sick, I thought. At the boarding house there was no trace of Stefan and Elena, but an envelope had been placed on the mantelpiece of the fireplace in the hall. 'Going to the grill, coming back late. Have yourselves a nice evening,' it read. "Sometimes I could kiss Elena – I'm positive this was her idea," I said. With swaying hips and a malicious smile Helen came up to me. Pregnancy suits her darn good, I thought, she seemed to glow from within. "Do it, and I'll let you starve on the wall," she said dangerously low. "Oh! Are you jealous?" I smirked and pulled her into my arms in front of the fireplace. "That depends," she said and snuggled up to me. "On what?" I wanted to know. "Whether you grant me exclusive rights," she said, entwining her fingers in my hair. "Hm, what's in it for me?" I asked and hugged her closer to me. "How about a personal witch-bodyguard?" she joked. "Could be useful," I whispered and kissed her. A slight shiver ran through her body. "Is that me or are you cold?" I asked. "I'm freezing a little bit on the inside," she replied. "I know the perfect cure for that," I said and lifted her on my arms. "Not so fast, please," she whispered.

I carried her at normal speed to my room and put her on her feet again. "You'll take a hot bath now and then go to bed. I think you'll be sick," I said and went to the bathroom fill the tub. "Nah, that was just the cold in the cemetery," she protested and sat on the bed. Sighing, she took off her shoes. "You know, the feet are actually the worst. I'll probably have to go barefoot at the end," she groaned and kicked away the last shoe. Only in underwear, she finally came up to me in the bathroom. "Hmm, seeing you like this makes me think of other things," I whispered and pulled her to me. I ran my hands over her bare skin and went to my knees to kiss her belly. I would've never thought that a pregnant woman could be so appealing. She gently ruffled my hair. "You 're an old charmer, Damon. I am currently as appealing as a manatee," she sighed. "Must be my upbringing," I joked. "One should always compliment a lady," I added and moved behind her.

After I opened her bra, I let her now quite full breasts rest in my hands before I pulled the garment away and gently caressed them. My thumbs circled her nipples, which were already erect. She leaned against me and put her head back on my shoulder. "You're anything but unattractive, Helen," I whispered into her ear before I kissed her neck and let my lips continue to move downwards. "Ah, Damon," she breathed, trembling slightly. That was my cue to stop. As much as I would've loved to go on, I had to ensure that she wouldn't get sick. "I would love to continue, but you're still cold. Get in the tub, please," I said softly to her. "Unfortunately, you're right," she sighed regretfully and quickly got rid of her panties before she stepped into the warm water. "Aah, this is sooo good," she moaned when the hot water covered her to her chin and closed her eyes. "Okay mermaid, I'll head down shortly and will be right back. No flooding and don't swim away, understand?" I said playfully and kissed her quickly. "Ay, ay, Captain," she replied with a grin.

I rushed to the basement to fetch me a bag of blood. The cooling box was well stocked, apparently Stefan and Elena had made provisions. In the kitchen, I opened the fridge which was full of a wide variety of things in preparation for the guests. I made a sandwich for Helen, brewed her a cup of tea and put everything on a tray. When I entered the bedroom, she was still relaxing in the tub. I put the tray down on the bed and walked over to her. "You alright?" I asked softly. She opened her eyes. "Mmm, a little longer and I would've fallen asleep," she said. I laughed softly. "I can see, I also find bubble baths enormously relaxing," I said. "How about a tea and something to eat?" I asked. Her eyes lit up. "Food sounds good. Now that you mention it, I realize that I 'm hungry." She made a move to get out of the tub. "Wait, let me help you," I said. I helped her get up and she dried herself before she wrapped herself in a bathrobe. We settled on the bed and she wrapped her feet in the cover. "I suppose the content is for you," she said, eyeing the blood bag. "Yeah sure," I said and took it away quickly. "I hope you don't mind if I ..." I pointed to a cup I had brought. She shook her head. "I'll let you know in advance if I have to puke," she joked.

I turned away from her and filled blood into my cup. I had deliberately not chosen a glass to make it not too obvious. She glanced curiously at me while she ate. The first sip elicited a slight growl and let my face change. Her eyes widened and she almost dropped her teacup. "Don't panic," I said, "I haven't had any blood recently." She swallowed unconsciously. "For how long?" I shrugged. "Three days," I replied softly. "How long can you go without blood?" she wanted to know. I looked at her. "Why do you want to know that?" She peered back at me over the rim of her teacup. "Because I need to learn as much as possible about you before the baby comes," she replied. "It is safer for us," she added, taking a sip of tea. That sounded reasonable, I could've thought of it myself. "True, it is in fact safer. Know your enemy, the saying goes..., " I joked, but she cut me off. "You are not my enemy! "I smiled at her. "Not my consciousness, but my instincts are dangerous for you. You want to know how long I get along without blood? Forever, I cannot starve or anything, but the longer it takes, the greater the physical agony and the more overwhelming is my instinct. There is a point where I can't control it any longer. The best torture for a vampire is to let him dry out," I said and took another sip of blood.

She grimaced and shook herself. "Who would do that?" she whispered. "Oh, there are certainly a few specialists," I replied, thinking of a certain original vampire who was certainly capable of it. "But most of them content themselves to torment us with vervain, wooden objects or sunlight," I added. She stared at me. "Sounds like you have experience with that?" she asked aghast. I nodded. "It happened a couple of times," I finally answered. Her eyes flashed dangerously. "I would kill anyone who tries it," she hissed and the flames in my fireplace flared up. "Um, please don't burn down the house ...," I said, pointing to the flames while I emptied my cup. "Oh," she gasped and let the flames collapse again. "Sorry," she murmured, lowering his head, "I still struggle with control over this 'rage' thing." I put my cup and hers on the tray and put it aside. Then I leaned over to her. "I hope that you never have to seriously use your powers," I said and kissed her.

She leaned into me and kissed me passionately. I pulled her even closer to me until finally her belly was in the way. "Hm, this is going to be interesting," I muttered. "What are you talking about?" she asked breathlessly while I nibbled along her neck and my hand found its way under her robe. "Well this," I replied softly and guided her hand to my crotch. "Oh," she looked at me and blushed slightly. "Seems like you need to catch up," she asked with an innocent glance. "You don't?" I whispered and ran my hand down to her lap. She gasped and closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, I could recognize desire in them. "I suggest you get rid of those clothes," she whispered, tugging at my shirt while her cheeks turned a little darker. She didn't have to ask me twice. I put the tray on the floor and wanted to get rid of my clothes in vampire speed when she stopped me. "Do it slowly, Damon," she asked, sitting up on her knees.

I just grinned and began to undress slowly. Button after button, I opened my shirt and let it slide over my shoulders before it fell to the floor. At the same time she undid the belt of her robe and my grin froze. Instead, a wave of pleasure surged through me as she played with the hem and gave me inviting glances. I unbuttoned my jeans and let them slide down with an obvious hip movement. Then I stepped out of them and walked towards the bed, but she raised her index finger. "Ah, ah, ah, I think you've forgotten something," she told me, pointing to my boxers as she let the robe slip over her shoulders and bared her breasts. "You first," I said. She just grinned at me and finally threw the robe to the floor. Within seconds I was out of my shorts and up on the bed with her. When I felt her naked body on my skin, I almost lost my control. She gasped as my hands explored every inch of her skin, as if I wanted to memorize every detail. I lost myself in the kiss, my lips took possession of hers, my tongue danced with hers, caressed her lips which opened up willingly.

My fingers slid down her back to her ass, which was perfectly rounded and pulled her tightly to me. I nibbled on her lips, worked my way down her neck and down to her breasts. She let her head fall back while my tongue teased her nipples. I let one hand glide south to her lower regions and began to circle her sensitive spot with one finger. "Ah, Damon ...," she sighed and tilted her pelvis against me as far as this was possible for her. Finally, I let myself fall backwards onto the pillows and pulled her with me. She knelt astride me and smiled. "Mmh, I like this view," she purred and ran her hands over my chest. Her fingers playfully twirled my nipples while she leaned down to kiss me. She gently nibbled on my lower lip and let her tongue explore my teeth before her lips took command of mine again. I gave myself up entirely to the sensations she aroused in me and dug my fingers into her hair.

It was wonderfully satisfying, both physically and emotionally, to have her so close to me, to know that she belonged to me and loved me. To see her belly, to feel my child inside it filled me with feelings that I hadn't allowed myself to feel for a very long time. Warmth, security, pride, all these terms fit, but completeness best described my state of mind. I felt complete, as if she was a puzzle piece which had finally found its place in me. And love. This heart-wrenching, heart-warming, glowing feeling filled my heart out to the last corner and flooded my senses. I wanted to feel more of her and conducted her pelvis down to my cock. "Helen ...," I groaned. I didn't want to curb my desire for her anymore. "I want to feel you, now ... please," I whispered when she released my lips for a second. Her cornflower-blue eyes fixed mine and she sat up with a smile. Lifting her hips, she gently lowered herself onto me.

The moment was literally breathtaking for both of us. She gasped and supported herself on my body while I clutched at the sheets with a groan, trying not to come on the spot. "So tight ..." I gasped and held her hips. Her hands found mine and we intertwined our fingers together while I supported her. I let her set the pace, but I didn't need much more to fall over the cliff. "God, that's intense!" she gasped. I just nodded and concentrated on the sight of this beautiful pregnant woman with hair like fire who was moving above me. She looked divine in her ecstasy. "I love you," I whispered. "Oh God, Helen, I love you!" I sat up as far as I could and held her with one arm. The new angle seemed to bring her even more excitement and she leaned back, resting her arms behind her on my legs. "Damon! I... ah ..." she started, but I realized that her muscles clamped down on me and she took off with a loud cry, and I followed along. While we were slowly coming down again, I relaxed back into the pillows and held her in my arms, so that we now lay on the side, pressed against each other.

A fine sheen of sweat gleamed on her forehead and a satisfied smile played on her lips. "I love you , Damon," she whispered. I kissed her. "Say it again," I said. "I love you." I smiled. "Again." She raised her head. "Are you deaf?" she asked with a grin. I shook my head. "I just can't get enough of it," I replied. "Me neither," she whispered. "I love you, love, love, love ...," I said until she put a hand on my mouth. "I love you too, Damon Salvatore, and nothing in the world can ever change that again." Her eyes shone with an inner fire. I grinned cheekily. "Ditto," I replied and kissed her before she could protest. Suddenly she inhaled abruptly. "Ouch," she moaned, holding her stomach. "What?" I asked worriedly. "I think someone's complaining," she replied. I gently caressed the spot where the child inside her kicked. "Now, listen to me carefully, son," I said aloud. "As long as you're not born yet, your mother belongs to me alone, got it?" Helen looked at me in surprise, then she burst out laughing. "How do you know that it's a boy?" she finally asked breathlessly. "Stefan also always kicked," I grumbled. She gave me a questioning glance. "When I was a child, my mother let me touch her while she was pregnant with Stefan," I told her. She took my face in her hands and kissed me gently. "I love you."