Chapter 6

Bella closed the bathroom door and sagged up against it letting a deep breath out. Wordlessly she grabbed the small cordless mic from her bathing suit, pressed the small 'off' button and set it on the marble beneath the mirror.

In the safety of the bathroom she sat on the floor and gathered her legs close to her torso hugging them. She felt hurt but she had no idea why. It wasn't as if she had shared her own conversation with Sam or she'd blab all the secrets she held close in her heart so why did she expect the same from Damon?

Stripping off the shiny soft purple bathing suit she washed it lightly in the sink and set it aside before stepping inside the shower. Shampooing her hair she went through her night-time routine and tried to relax and push worries aside.

Normally she wore a pair of comfy and soft track pants with a t-shirt to bed, much to her friends' chagrin but Jessica had thrown all viable options away when Bella packed. She and Angela (who could be bossier than Alice when she wanted to) took her shopping then and for once quiet and easy going Angela had been as much of a harpy as Jessica (or worse Leah and Alice) and had taken her straight to VS. After she had vetoed most of her friend's options Bella had decided on a few choices for sleepwear.

Jessica had argued that ten were too sparse. Bella had argued that she was going to sleep, not perform a catwalk. Angela had shaken her head and closed Bella's bags not letting either win. They were friends like that. Putting underwear and bra on, she sighed and pulled a pair of silky shorts in the color amethyst on and added a light cotton top in a soft orange tone. Jessica could have a coronary if she saw her, she couldn't do anything about it.

With an amused smile at her own thoughts she took the mic back to the room. A Damon shaped lump was laying in the far left corner of the bed. She couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not but he had let the bedside lamp on her side lit for her.

Laying down Bella stared at the ceiling. A long time later her eyes had began to drop when a soft groan coming from her bed mate caused them to spring open. When a soft moan came her cheeks flamed. Was he...? Oh God! Turning her back to him she made as much noise as she could but it went unnoticed.

With the soundtrack of soft moans, groans and the rhythmic rustle of the light covers made with every single move Damon did, Bella bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly.

It was going to be a long night.

Damon POV

Damon groggily opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock beside him. 9am. He groaned closed his eyes again pulling the warm, soft skinned body closer to him and sighed. That was so comfortable. He breathed in a faint strawberry scent and smiled to himself. Bella smelled good.

After a few moments, it began to hit him. Bella. Bed. Cuddle. Telling himself not to freak out, he barely opened his eyes and glanced down at the Bella engulfed in his arms. He held her tightly and her head was tilted away as if she offering her throat to him. Talking about teasing a beast.

Suddenly wide awake and alert Damon felt his fangs protrude and press against the pale, thin skin of her neck as his light eyes scanned the room quickly and effectively for anyone that might want his prey.

Finding none he relaxed and was about to bite down when the prey in question let a light murmur and snuggled up against him. His razor sharp teeth prickled her skin and a single drop of ruby red liquid appeared. Snaking his tongue out Damon licked it.

He felt stars explode behind his eyelids. She even tasted divine, fruity yet earthly. The hungriest part of his wanted to bite down and drink up like an alcoholic that's been denied alcohol for far too long. The most patient part of him wanted to save her up and lap her up then like the pricy bottle of scotch he had at home. His special occasion one.

What a dilemma!

The soft whirring of the cameras around him and the setting of his parent's bed broke through the fog of his hungry mind. If he ate her now, his ass would belong to the Volturi! Exposure on TV would be impossible to cover and while he had a death wish Damon Salvatore had no intention of dying.

"When this is over and we go home, your life will end"

He whispered too low for any camera to record.

"M'kay"

Bella sleep whispered in response. Making a hasty retreat to the bathroom he grabbed his cooler and dawned a blood bag like a starved vampire. When he gathered his bearings and returned to the room the bed was a mess but there was no Bella in it. Making no effort to put a t-shirt on, he attached his mic on his bare torso thanks to its glue pad and went in search of his missing blood bag.

He found her in the kitchen making coffee, clad in small shorts, with a top stretch against her ample bosom and unruly hair, Bella's looked absolutely ravishing. Soft 80's tunes were coming off the radio as she cooked.

She was stunning in a very down to earth and not even trying way.

"Good morning"

She smiled offering the deep blue mug full with steaming Joe as a peace offering. Damon took it and settled on a chair

"Did you sleep okay?"

He asked her. He never was a morning after man. For one thing, his bedmates never lived enough to see the morning light and if they did they were so deeply compelled that were more like life sized dolls.

"Like a baby. Sometimes I talk in my sleep. Did I say anything incriminating?"

He smirked and shook his head

"Not that I can think off"

"How do eggs, bacon and homemade biscuits sound to you?"

Bella smiled and without waiting for am answer she turned around to make the eggs and bacon. She had made the cookies the day before and they sat innocently in their little tin can.

Damon felt his mouth water as he watched Bella bend to grab something and the words 'La Push Wolves' stared at his from their stitching place on the shorts.

"La Push wolves?"

A sudden dread at the word 'wolves' colored his voice. Bella tossed him a look over her shoulder

"My best friend's high school team. These are supposed to be my lucky shorts"

She explained. Jessica had refused to let Bella take them with her but she had. They were a gift from Jake when they thought they'd try dating and she loved wearing them to bed. Plus they were form fitting enough to pass Jess' test of 'make your boobs and ass look great for the superstar' while they filled her own criteria 'make sure it's comfortable' and Angela's 'strut them in front of him'.

Taking Angela away from Forks had certainly let her grow!

"yummy"

Damon said. Bella thought he meant the food not feeling his eyes straight on the words on her butt.