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Chapter 17
Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide
voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time
the night is my companion, and solitude my guide
would I spend forever here and not be satisfied?
And I would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
and after, I'd wipe away the tears
just close your eyes dear
Through this world I've stumbled
so many times betrayed
trying to find an honest word to find
the truth enslaved
oh you speak to me in riddles
and you speak to me in rhymes
my body aches to breathe your breath
your words keep me alive
Possession by Sarah Mclachlan
Layla's POV
I can't believe I actually said it. All day I had been dying to say it. Even though I know he doesn't feel the same, he needed to hear it. He has to know that someone really does love him. No one has ever loved him in this way. It's so wrong that no one has ever said those words to him. I'll say it a million times a day if it means he'll realize how worthy of love he is.
His eyes are wide; I can't tell what he's thinking. He stands almost mechanically. He goes over to the window and stares out it for a long moment before he pulls his phone out and quickly sends a text. I didn't expect him to say it back but I wish he'd say something. I'm starting to get worried. Maybe I shouldn't have told him at all. His phone beeps, he glances at it before putting it back in his pocket. He grabs his keys off of the dresser. He doesn't even look at me as he speaks.
"We're going home. Come on." His voice is distant. Now I'm scared. I throw a jacket on over my short pjs and follow him out the door. He obviously doesn't want to take the time to grab our bags. I wonder how Stefan and Caroline will get home?
He doesn't say one word to me the whole way home, it's already a long ride but with the awkwardness it's unbearable. I'm doing my best to not cry. I'm sick of crying. I'm too chicken to speak to him…I just wish he'd say something. When we get back home he doesn't open the door for me like usual. He's in the house before I even step out of the car.
He already has a glass of Bourbon in his hands. He's looking into the already lit fireplace with the strangest look on his face.
"Damon…I'm sorry." He doesn't acknowledge that I've spoken. He doesn't move at all except to take a drink.
I choke back a cry and run up the stairs. I ruined it, I ruined everything. All I wanted to do was tell him how I felt, he deserved to know. I throw a few outfits into a suitcase a long with some essentials. The picture I took of Damon is sitting on my bedside table. It makes the tears fall harder. I grab it and set it on top of my clothes. God I'm so fucking stupid. I pull on a pair of jeans and don't bother changing my tank top. I don't glance back at my former room as I walk out. I have to get out of this place and be alone. It will hit me once I leave and I'll fall apart more than I ever have, I don't quite know how I'll make it through.
I don't look in the direction of Damon's figure in front of the fire. I take a deep breath and head for the door. I'm a few feet from it when he appears in front of me. He looks down to my suitcase and back up to my tear stained face.
"Where are you going?" I don't want to do this. I just want to leave.
"I'll stay in a hotel for the night until I figure out where I'm going to go. Don't worry, I'll leave Mystic Falls." He looks taken a back.
"Why the hell would you do that? You say what you said to me earlier and then just plan on taking off? I didn't think that's how things generally went when things like that are said." I'm so lost. What is he talking about?
"Damon you haven't said one word to me since we left Charlottesville. It's obvious you wish I wouldn't have said it. So I'm trying to leave with what little dignity I have left. I ruined it…I just need to go away now." Something like realization goes off behind his eyes.
He grabs my suitcase from me and sets it on the ground. What's going on? I'm going to explode if he doesn't explain himself.
His hands are cupping my face very suddenly. I close my eyes at his familiar touch. This is all I want. I look up at him. Wonderment is shining in his crystalline eyes. He brings his lips down on mine. Thank God. He's sweet, touching me tenderly. Trailing his hand down my long hair, he gently grips my hip with one hand. The heat I felt earlier tonight returns full force. It's me that bites down on his lip and pulls him closer. I'm the one that's hastily pulling his shirt over his head. He barely lets me take a breath before his lips are devouring my own with a renewed passion.
He grips my legs and hoists me up so that I wrap myself around his waist. There's a rush of air and I'm being set down on his bed.
His eyes are hungry with desire when he hovers over me. My shirt is torn from me followed by my bra. Wet kisses are being trailed down my collar bone. He takes a taut nipple into his mouth. I hiss out in pleasure. His other hand tweaks my other breast. He nips at me and I arch my back. This is right. It feels right now. I won't stop this. I need him.
"Oh God." His name leaves my lips like a prayer as he continues to kiss down my body. My jeans are being tugged off of my legs, leaving me in nothing but a pair of blue lace boy shorts. A kiss is pressed to my center, I moan. He looks up at me while he removes my last article of clothing. His tongue licks at my slit, a cant help but tangle my hands in his hair. It doesn't take long before he enters two finger0s into me, his tongue now circling my bud. I'm a writhing mess. I want to reach my peak but not now, even though I'm a moment from blissful completion.
"Damon please…I need you." He removes his fingers and tongue from me. That questioning look he gets way too often is on his beautiful face. I am not going to have a conversation right now. Everything's perfect and I want him, now. To avoid whatever it is he's thinking of saying I speak in a way that will get him focused, sarcasm, the language of Damon.
"This may go a little easier if you take your pants off you know?" He blinks then the usual smirk is back. He moves so fast he blurs. Now he's hovering over me again, this time completely naked.
His eyes rake over me again; I feel his erection jump against my leg.
"You are so damn beautiful." He kisses me again.. I want him inside me but he's holding himself up on his elbows. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away. I whimper out of frustration. He's very serious looking, eyes glimmering brilliantly.
"I need you to tell me again." He's whispering, his voice almost pleading. Tell him what? It clicks, I think I'm blushing. I push back my embarrassment. I move a piece of hair out of his eyes and smile.
"I'm in love with you Damon." I swear he growls. His lips crush into me, tongue delving into my mouth. With one fierce thrust he's sheathed to the hilt. I groan out of both pleasure and pain. It had been a very long time since I'd slept with someone and Damon was much larger than I was used to.
"Fuck, you're tight." I'm already panting. He grips me under one leg and pulls it around his waist. He thrusts again and it's pure pleasure. He's not exactly gentle but I didn't expect him to be. My nails are digging into his back as he continues to pound into me with abandon.
"Right there!" I never used to be vocal during sex but this is just too much. I'm on fire, I can't stop moaning.
He rolls us over and grips my hips hard enough to leave bruises. His hand travel up my body, he palms my breast as I ride him.
"Again!" I know what he's asking without him having to say it.
"I love you." He thrusts into me harder as I roll my hips. My head goes back in pure bliss.
"I'm so close…Damon…please." I don't know what I'm pleading for but he seems to know. A thumb is pressing firmly against my clit and that's it, that's what I needed.
"Damon!" I think I scream it as I go over the edge. My vision blurs, I think I've just seen heaven.
He's suddenly sitting up as he continues to thrust into me, hugging me to his chest.
"I need…" I look into his now red eyes, his fangs bared to me. I know what he needs to find his own completion. I expose my neck to him. He bites without a second thought and again my walls are clenching him. This time I bring him with me. He groans loudly as I milk him for all he's worth.
His teeth leave my neck. We fall backwards onto the bed; I'm curled up on his chest. Happy is the only word I can use to describe how I feel right now, so ridiculously happy. He was so perfect.
Damon rolls to his side, I untangle myself from him. A genuine smile is on his face, his eyes shining with the same joy that I'm feeling. His lips find mine again for only a second. He idly traces a hand up and down my side, like he's unable to keep from touching me.
"Would it be too much to ask for you to say it just one more time?" I laugh at his grin. My hand is resting over his heart; I can actually feel it beating.
"I love you Damon Salvatore!" He stares at me for a long moment. I've never seen him this care free. Elation is showing on his every feature.
"I love you too." My eyes must widen comically because he's laughing with abandon. Did he really just say that?
"I never thought I'd hear those words from anyone. Let alone from someone as amazing as you are Layla. I know you don't see yourself the way I do and I hate that. You have no idea what you've just done for me. You've just made me happier than I have ever been in my entire life." It's so rare to hear him speak like this, with such seriousness. If I didn't know any better I'd say he has tears in his eyes…there's no way.
"You're just happy because I finally got in your bed and actually put out." He chuckles and pulls me against him. I couldn't help myself.
"That too. It's about damn time. I thought I'd have blue balls for eternity. If I had to jack off in the shower one more time I was going to go insane." I roll my eyes and press a kiss to his chest.
"At least you got to take care of the problem. It sucks to be with someone who can hear your every move even when they're on a different level of the house." He laughs again.
"Would it be completely inappropriate for me to say I'm hungry?" My stomach growls loudly to prove my point. It's late but I'm starving.
"I rocked your world. It's not surprising that you're hungry, you're probably on the verge of exhaustion too." I toss a pillow at him.
I rustle around the room looking for my clothes. I pick up the remains of my shirt and bra. I glare at Damon, they're ruined.
"I'll but you something better." Stupid rich vampire. He digs through a drawer and pulls on a pair of boxer briefs. I'm surprised, he rarely wears underwear. He tosses one of expensive button ups at me.
As soon as the last button is buttoned I'm being thrown over Damon's shoulder.
"Do you always have to act like a caveman?" He slaps my butt playfully and blurs us into the kitchen.
I'm set on the counter as he rifles through the fridge. He doesn't even ask what I want, he just starts making me a sandwich with the works. He finishes in record time and hands me my sub. I hope off the counter and go to grab a bottle of water. Damon goes to the parlor.
"What the hell is this!?" I walk into the room a few moments later. He sounds outraged. My framed picture of him is in his hand. He opened my suitcase, I'm kinda embarrassed! I set my sandwich on the table and snatch the picture from his hands.
"That is mine! I creepily took it when you were sleeping." I hold it to my chest and glare at him. It's mine damnit!
"I hate pictures. Thus the lack of them hanging on the walls. You're lucky you're sexy or I'd get revenge." He tries to grab it back from me but I slap his hand away.
"You can't have it! Like you said you hate pictures so I'll probably never get to take another one! So you back the fuck off from my picture!" He actually laughs.
"Whatever princess. I'll be more than happy to take some pictures with you, as long as we're naked and in many compromising positions." His eyesbrows waggle in tat infuriatingly attractive way.
"Nuh uh I don't think so. You'll end up showing people, like Caroline, just to gross her out." He smirks and sits down on the couch.
"Why would you ever think I'd do something like that?" He has that mischievous glint in his eyes. I cuddle up next to him; he wraps an arm around me.
"That's the deal, you can only keep the picture if you agree to take some sexy ones with me." I let out a childish huff.
"Fiiiiine."
He pulls me onto his lap so I'm straddling him. Lips meld together, my hands delve into his hair. He begins to unbutton my shirt. I'm hot all over again. I lean back and look into his lust filled eyes.
"I'll love you for the rest of my life Layla. And that could prove to be a very long time."