Chapter 17 – Being married (the M edition)

A/N: Since no one said 'no' I'm going in with the smutty chapter. Rating for this chapter is "M" people!

What better way to do that than go to the source. And that source was in San Francisco, in a Victorian house and most importantly to the vast attic that held detailed journals of all the magical transactions the sisters have had.

Lucky me the Manor was empty but unfortunately I couldn't find anything I didn't already know. The sisters had used the Power of three and Cole (who was a package deal with the Hollow at the time) to vanquish the source and then the vanquished Cole himself (aka the source 2.0) a few times until it stuck.

I left the manor before anyone could catch me and went back home only to find out I had spent all day in the charmed (dusty) attic. Oh, well.

Que sera, sera. Right?

No pov

"We need thicker walls"

He snarled to himself hearing his baby brother and his new bedmate go at it loudly. Grabbing a brand new bottle of scotch he climbed up to the roof to drink it and think. When had Stefan gotten over Katherine? When had he himself for that matter?

Making himself comfortable on the angled roof he took a large swing of the amber liquid. He was so certain his vampire lover needed him once but in the past month, ever since he had found out that she didn't in fact need him at all, the curly haired vicious woman hadn't entered his thoughts.

At all.

Not even fleetingly.

Instead his mind had been busy with other people. His brother for one, he and Stefan were closer (even though not as close as they were when they were humans) but they were close maybe even friendly, which is exactly why he had taken refuge on the roof. Listening to your brother doing the double backed monster is far less fun when you care for him. At any other time, Damon would have opened the door and comment on the actions. Yean, he's an asshole.

He took another swing of the amber liquid. Within a month he had made a human... friend, even though Alaric couldn't hold his alcohol. The man wanted his head on a plate and his guts wrapped around a stake, and he was right to according to Jasper. Damon HAD in fact killed Alaric's wife. His cold one best friend and Bella had tag teamed him and gotten to agree to not kill Alaric but compel him to take his pain away and find peace. Damon didn't like it, but agreed to it.

He'd gotten over a misplaced attraction on the human Elena, seeing her cling to her cold one boyfriend, while giving blow jobs to her human ex-boyfriend and flirt with both Stefan and himself. When it sounds, moves, talks and acts like Katherine, it's better to leave it alone.

He'd became a member of an anti-vampire council (oh the irony), had gotten sold off to the highest bidder and he'd gotten married. Can't forget that one.

The simple, white gold band on his right ring finger gleamed in the moonlight mocking him. in his 170 years he'd never gotten so drunk to not remember what heed' done the night before, no he left that for idiots on movies, but last night he did just that. He wasn't sure if he regretted it though because his brand new wife was...

His attention was attracted to a pale figure on a nearby roof. A figure snapping opens a lighter. In the ward, red flame he saw the face he had been thinking about. His wife. Bella Swan. The witch who had stopped him from killing a family. The witch who kept Katherine away. The witch he had spent a month having as a drink and bed buddy. The witch he drank from that same morning.

and the witch he now craved. Not that he would admit to it of course.

He smirked as he saw her light her cigarette, taking a deep puff, hold it and exhale the white smoke. Breathe holding that sounds promising, he thought to him taking another gulp of his drink. She took another puff and he found his eyes locked to those plump lips of hers. Oh, who was he kidding?

With a breath he jumped to the ground, run through their back yards and climbed next to her before she could blink

"EH"

He laughed as she yelped and her hand flew to her chest.

"Don't do that. I'm way too young to have a heart attack"

She scolded him. Pushing her wet hair behind her hear he smiled

"You're shivering"

"I didn't think this through; I just needed some fresh air"

She blushed raising her cigarette to her lips.

"Smoking can kill you"

He poked fun

"So can you and the source and a million other things"

She replied with a side smile. Something in her voice told him she had had the same conversation before. Putting an arm around her he stole a puff of her cigarette. With a sigh she put her head to his shoulder and the two sat there for a while each lost to their own minds.

"How was your day?"

"Stefan made me eat a deer"

Damon complained. Bella rolled her eyes and turned around to face him.

"You're such a baby"

She laughed. Damon's eyes tightened at her and letting the bottle stumble out of his grasp he set on tickling her. Shouting Bella pushed him back attempting to grab his hands and hold them on air. He didn't even remember when wads the last time he laughed like that and suddenly he was flying.

With a 'thump' he landed on the soft grass and a giggling Bella landed on top of him pinning him on the ground.

"Oh my god, are you okay?"

She laughed with her hair flowing wild on her shoulders. Damon growled deep in his throat and pulling her by the back of her neck he kissed her.

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The kiss was hard, their tongues fought as their lips moving hard against each other, teeth nibbling on lips and tongue as breath sounded heavily against heated skin.

She had a smug look on her face once more as she held his bottom lip between her lips and teeth. Their eyes connected as she pulled ever so slightly. Reclaiming her lips with a hiss Damon stood upright locking his hands right below her hips. He felt her smile against his lips as her back collided with the glass balcony doors. Her left eyebrow was raised when she pulled back to look at him.

"Come inside Damon?"

"Don't mind if I do"

After they'd moaned and groaned unintelligible words into the night air Bella fell asleep in his arms, stealing his shirt. Damon stayed awake for a while with his hand pressed against her stomach holding her to him.

He liked being able to sleep with her. HE had never actually slept with someone since his second life began and had forgotten how much warmth another body could generate. He was incredibly cold until he woke with her warm body spooned in his that morning.

"I'm becoming Stefan"

He complained before forcing himself to follow Bella in slumber wrapped thoroughly in a feminine, sweet yet fruity scent.

He woke up several hours later with the sun seeping in the east facing room bathing everything in a golden light. He smiled to himself feeling his morning hardness still buried deep within the still sleeping form of Bella Swan who appeared to be having a very good dream.

Her moans frightened him for a second until he heard his name being chanted and moaned against his chest. He smiled wickedly, his ego entirely boosted by the fact that he featured in her dreams; those kinds of dreams.

He swept her hair back and showered sloppy wet kisses on her neck and shoulders, enjoying her soft groans anytime he nipped and bit at her flesh stopping right before he actually bit her.

He rolled his hips against hers, putting friction and pressure on that sweet spot inside of her. She shivered deliciously against him and moaned loudly.

"God, you're beautiful"

Even so he continued to move his hips, his now rock hard length sliding slightly inside her creating more friction and increasing the speed of their breathing.

"Oh god"

She said quietly, her brow tense and eyes screwed shut. Her hips began to move in time with his.

"Call me Damon"

He whispered in her ear making her laugh. He took him opportunity to put a finger in her mouth pushing deeper inside her every time she bit on his finger.

"I want to see you."

She panted biting hard on his finger moaning as she felt herself being stretched with each push.

Damon stilled for a moment and brought his arm from under her neck and propped himself up on his elbow, then leaning over her and began thrusting once more harder and faster this time.

Her head turned towards him and her eyes met his. He almost lost it at the sight of such lust in those dark eyes. They stared deep into each others eyes as they soared towards their climaxes.

Not once did their gazes waiver as climax crashed though them and their joint cry echoed through the room. Eyes still connected he slid gently from her and rolled her onto her back before settling between her thighs and pressing his lips to hers.

They kissed achingly slowly; his hands at her waist trailing up and down her sides, her hands smoothing across his shoulders and down his sweaty back.

"I'm exhausted"

He admitted, his eyes closed.

"Me too"

"You can't tire out a vampire"

He complained

"Is that a challenge?"

She smirked poking her fingers on his fangs laughing loudly feeling them enter her stomach.