Chapter 15 : Happy Valentine's Day

A/N: It came to my attention that I should have changed the rating of the story because of the adult content in this chapter. However I don't feel right rating M the whole story for just one chapter so the rating will change for only thins chapter.

Thank you Mordanyes for reminding me.

BPOV

I was sitting home alone for the Valentine's Day with a large tub of my favorite chocolate ice-cream with strawberries in and an all time classic movie. 'Notebook'.

I was torn between this one and 'My bloody valentine' but I wasn't that twisted. Yet. However the second movie in my movie night program was 'Valentine'. Obviously I was not going to the Valentine's Day dance held at the school. I refused to.

One, I do not believe in celebrating your love for someone only on one day decided by the greeting cards and candy companies.

Two, god Love hasn't been kind to me this year. Well it never showed any emotion for me but this year it was exceptionally cruel.

I was touched when I first got the short love poem on February 1st. It was placed in a completely blank envelope with only my name on it and in the mailbox. It was small, sweet, and written by someone else. It was Faults, by Sara Teasdale. I had written an essay about love poems at school in Phoenix last year and I had loved this one. To get it typed though out of the blue was touching.

They came to tell your faults to me,

They named them over one by one;

I laughed aloud when they were done,

I knew them all so well before, —

Oh, they were blind, too blind to see

Your faults had made me love you more.

I can't help but wonder who sent it. I placed the poem with shaking hands in my diary (yes I started one, with all the secrets I'm keeping I need to let them all out sometimes, don't you think?). A few days later I was attacked by roses. Literally. Everywhere I went I found a beautiful long stem bloody red rose. On my desk in every class, in my locker, inside my car on the driver's seat, at work. They were beautiful of course but also creeped me out. I put them in a vase in my bedroom as well but this time I sat down to think. I have a feeling Angela and Mike knew something because of some side looks they both gave them when I mentioned the whole thing to them. Who ever did it definitely had help from someone close to me.

The bear arrived soon after and it was small and beautiful. A simple tan teddy bear holding a heart in its arms that had the letter D on. D? D as in Damon? I shook my head, of course not, Damon might be sweet underneath, but he's not romantic and definitely doesn't give a damn about me. However there was a David in my Italian class that looked promising. I had caught him staring and smiling at me a few times. I did the same with the bear and placed him on my desk. Last but not least was the dress. A pretty, sexy and slutty mini red dress. It arrived last night right after I came home from work. The high heeled sandals that came with it gave me a big clue on the sender. Only one person would send me a dress like that and expect me to wear it. Alice Cullen. I ripped the card that came with it as I felt angry tears slide down my cheeks. The whole thing was a big scam of Alice in order to get me in some blind date. She's meddlesome enough to get me to forgive her ***hole of a brother this way. I threw the package on the bottom of my closet and send it straight to the rubbish can in the morning. Along with the roses, the poem and the bear. I called Angela to let her know I wouldn't be coming to the dance at all, not even as a group of friends Mike had proposed. I didn't feel up to it.

Charlie had to work as a lot of couples would be up to no good and as a single man he had stepped to the plate and took a shift. That left me by my lonesome, in low lights to watch my movies with my ice cream and then go to bed doing my best to ignore the date.

The movie was almost over and I was suddenly alarmed by a knock on the door. The rain outside was falling hard but that was nothing new. This is forks and rain is everyday thing. Especially since Damon moved out. I put it on pause and I got up. I looked down at myself I was decent in grey jeans and a light blue Mickey Mouse top and flip flops. The door rang again and I went top open it to see...

"Damon?"

"Bella?"

I was fully aware that my mouth was pretty much hanging open but thankfully so was his. He looked better than I remembered, dressed in black jeans that hung low on his hips and a tight black shirt that left nothing to imagination. His black leather jacket hung open and his hair was messed to perfection. I felt seriously underdressed.

"What are you doing here?"

He seemed at a loss of words simply staring at me.

"You're alive?"

"Shouldn't I be?"

I moved back to the couch leaving the door open for him to follow if he wished. It didn't matter anyway. He had been invited to the house back in September. I put the movie back on and curled on the couch once again watching the final scenes of the movie and eating my ice-cream. I felt the couch budge a little as Damon joined me. We didn't speak but I could feel his eyes on me as I kept mine on the screen. The movie ended and I turned to face him. He mirrored my position and we were looking at each other. After a moment his eyes flickered to my tube of ice cream though.

"Do you know how many calories are in that?"

"Do you?"

Silence fell once again

"You're not making this easy you know"

"Was I supposed to Damon?" Suddenly I was tired. "Look, if you want to pick up your stuff, go ahead, the keys for the attic are in the kitchen. But I have a movie to go back to"

"It ended"

"I have another movie"

I was about to get up when his left arm took my ice-cream of my lap and he took a spoonful.

"If I put on any weight..."

"I don't think there's any more weight left for you to put on."

I was lying but it was fun to joke with him. I bit my lip to resist the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, determined that Damon Salvatore should not see how happy he made me even if only for a second. I had forgotten how easy it was to joke with him.

"Ouch. That hurt."

Damon said raising a hand to where his heart used to be.

"You should kiss me, and make it all better."

He added with a smirk.

"No, nice try though."

I said although I had definitely missed his kisses. His smirk fell and I knew we had to talk about the big pink elephant in the room with us. I took a deep breath

"How's Katherine?"

"She'd dead"

"Oh, I'm sorry, you must miss her"

"I killed her"

I jumped to look at him

"What? Why? You love her"

"I thought I did. I realized I moved on from her."

"Why are you here now?"

I had to work to keep my voice leveled. He gave a throaty laugh

"It's a long story actually. Why are you home alone?"

"Long story as well."

I chuckled and the next thing I knew I was straddling him as his hands were wrapped around my waist and we were kissing. His tongue trailed my lips and I opened my mouth to allow our tongues to engage in a power play that left me panting.

"What do you think you're doing?" I exclaimed as I tried to catch my breath

"Getting us back to where we were before Christmas"

Was his reply and he moved his lips in for another kiss. A few more kisses later I got up and took a few steps away. I needed to clear my head. And answering the ringing phone proved a good excuse. It was dad; he said he'd be late because of some kids getting in trouble. I told him I wouldn't wait up and I headed back to Damon who was near me.

I grabbed his waist in debate with myself. Did I want this? Damon made me felt something I had never felt before and I was honestly falling for this.

"That indecisive?"

Damon asked as he led me to the couch.

"It's not like I'm ugly. I'm pretty sure you've drooled over me a few times."

"I don't drool."

I said as he pushed me over the edge of the armchair. Damon crawled on top of me and said,

"I bet it's happened at least once."

I was about to reply but Damon had already started placing kisses up me neck and towards my mouth. I let Damon travel up my face and place a kiss on my lips and when they touched it was soft and sensual at first but within seconds Damon had changed it to passionate and demanding. He pulled me up into his lap and placed his hands on me hips and kissed me fiercely. I moaned it Damon's mouth and he smirked.

"Getting frisky?"

He asked with a smirk as he took his hands and put them under me shirt. I glared at him and said,

"Not really the time for your little remarks."

"My little remarks are what turn you on."

He smirked as he raised the shirt above me head to reveal my tight belly and pink bra.

"Hmm."

Damon said as he held my sides and licked down my collarbone and towards my chest.

He pushed me back to the couch so my head lay on the cushion of the couch. He continued to lick downwards until he reached my jeans. Damon looked up to me and I shook me head. Damon pouted and I said,

"Not until your shirt is off."

Damon smirked.

"Someone's demanding."

I frowned but Damon did as he was told and took off his shirt. I was amazed at his body. It wasn't like I hadn't seen it before but in the rush of lust I was in; it was the most phenomenal body I had ever seen. Everything was so tight and that little line of hair that started at his belly button and went down to his groin. However a ring hanging from a chain on his chest got my attention. I froze until I saw it was my moonstone ring. I thought I had lost it when packing for Christmas.

"That's my ring"

"I.. Well, yeah"

A small smile came to my lips and my eyes went back to admiring his upper body.

"See something you like?"

He laughed. I nodded my head as Damon went down my taut belly again and unbuttoned my jeans.

"We will go slowly, I promise"

He whispered in my ear and after placing a kiss on my lips he pulled my jeans off to reveal a light blue pair of panties.

"That is so cute and really sexy"

I chuckled blushing furiously and I reached hesitantly his belt buckle and slowly unbuckled it and grabbed the button of his jeans and slid them down off his body. His black boxer briefs only emphasized the erection he had. I gave Damon a smirk of my own and feeling suddenly brave ran my finger down his chest and slowly down his waist and towards the bulge. I lightly squeezed it and Damon moaned.

"Guess I won't be the only one screaming."

I teased as I rubbed my palm up and down. Damon let another moan out. I looked up to him and cupped his face. He pulled me into his arms.

"Maybe we need a change of scenery."

He smirked as he ran us both upstairs and placed me on his bed in the attic and smirked.

"I thought you liked my couch." I laughed.

"We're going to be here for a while so I didn't want you to get a sore back. Plus we'll have to sit on that couch again and it'd be dirty. "

He said laughing as he reached for the back of my bra.

"Oh."

I simply said as he unclasped my bra to reveal my breasts. I had no time to even blush more because he smirked at me and licked my nipple causing it to go harder than it already was. Then he closed his mouth around the nipple and I gasped. He reached up and cupped the other one in his hand. My breathing was heavy and erotic as Damon switched nipples.

"Damon…"

I moaned as I dug my fingers into Damon's hair. He lifted his head up and smirked at me and then placed his hands on the waistband of my light blue panties and said,

"You sure? No going back after this."

"Positive, now please!"

I said wriggling under Damon. Damon fumbled with me waistband and said,

"What do you want?"

I glared at him and said,

"Fuck me Damon!"

Thankfully he didn't need to be told twice and slipped my underwear off and I slid his boxer briefs off. Damon placed his throbbing cock at me entrance and I wriggled under him again.

Damon slipped his cock into me and I cried out. He was huge and it hurt. He gave me a minute or two to adjust to his length and girth, then started to move up and down on me. He buried his face into my neck as he thrust harder and harder into me. Our breathing mingled as we both were breathing unsteady and hard. He hit one spot inside me and I screamed out. Damon smiled and said,

"Told you I would make you scream."

I didn't respond as I came. Damon just continued to hit me hard until the orgasm had finished. I was gasping and clinging to him who was near his climax. Gently I reached his balls and massaged them. (Thank you for the sex lesson with soft-core porn Renee). Damon gasped and I smiled at him.

"Shit! Bella!"

He called out as I felt him building up and by the looks of it I was going on orgasm number 2. With one more thrust both Damon and I came. While coming Damon was nuzzling my neck and I felt his fangs extending but he quickly shook himself off and he came inside me. Damon flopped down on the bed beside me and tried to get his breathing back to normal.

"Damn."

He muttered as he wrapped an arm around my bare shoulders and held me close. I put my head on his chest and sighed.

"That was amazing"

I murmured as I ran a hand over his stomach.

"Told you I was going to make you scream."

He smirked. I shook my head at him and said,

"If I remember correctly I wasn't the only one screaming."

Damon frowned at me for a moment before kissing me and said,

"Goodnight Bella."

"Goodnight Damon."

I whispered as I fell asleep with only one thought in my head. Maybe what they say is true. The glass cannot be fixed once it breaks. Maybe sometimes it can be molded to something new...