The 100
By: TracyCook
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creators of Glee and The Vampire Diaries (Unfortunately).
Warning : Smut, morbidity, and death (not to any of the main characters)
Couple: Quinn/Rachel, Bonnie/Damon, Rebekah/Caroline
Author's Note : More intimacy in this chapter from all three couples! Then we shall get back to the main story line! Also that promised sexy time will be in this chapter! :)) This chapter will have lots of drunken Bamon smut! You have been warned! :))
Rating: M
The 100
'Situations Are Irrelevant Now,
She Loves The Way That I Tease, I Love The Way That She Breathes.'
Her fingertips delicately danced along the naturally tan skin of Rachel's neck as she lay on top of her, nuzzling into her chest. They were resting on the ground of the bar, immersed between the bodies of other people, surrounded by their movements and their talking and snoring. But, for Quinn it felt like they were the only people on the face of the planet.
She couldn't hear any of the people around her. All that she could hear were the soft breaths that escaped Rachel's full lips and rushed against the skin of her chest, and the small hums of approval that she involuntarily let out when she touched a sensitive spot of skin.
Quinn smiled gently as she traced her fingers along the curve of the beautiful girl's ear and she let out a small whimper and pulled away a little, like it tickled.
It was the most adorable thing she had ever seen.
Rachel in general was the most adorable thing she had ever seen.
She was sort of childlike and naive in ways. Like the way that her brown eyes widened enthusiastically when Caroline mentioned playing Truth or Dare, or the way that she didn't know what granddaddy purple was. Yet, she was also a very proud and confident young woman who believed in herself and everything that she loved in life. And secretly, she was a lot more intelligent then people gave her credit for. Like with the computer. She hadn't studied mechanics and technology her entire life like Caroline had, but in a way she had. She had studied it by watching others.
The blonde was insanely curious about what else she had picked up watching people. She was curious about her passions and desires. She had a feeling that Rachel had many more layers to her that she hadn't seen. And she couldn't wait to see them.
Hazel eyes watched as Rachel ran her tongue along her lips and she blushed brightly as she remembered the kiss that they had shared during the game. It had been the most intense kiss that she had ever shared with anyone. Even thinking about it right now was causing her heart to race in her chest. She prayed that the other girl wouldn't notice.
'I should have just kissed her again...' Quinn's mind nagged.
"You know." Rachel started to speak, sitting up a little so that she could look at the blonde's flawless face. She was still intoxicated and so her words were slightly slurred, but neither of them really minded. "You are the first person I have ever kissed."
Her chest tightened when she heard these words and she wasn't quite sure how to respond to them. She couldn't say that the brunette was the first person she had ever kissed, but she could say that she was the best. She didn't dare say that, though. She swallowed hard and asked in a worried tone, "Do you regret it?"
It felt like someone was squeezing Quinn's heart tight as she waited impatiently for Rachel to answer her question. She was terrified to know the answer. She was terrified that she would say yes.
"No." A blush painted her skin. She had no regrets regarding the kiss. She had no one else that she wanted her first kiss to be with. 'Oh god, is she asking because she regrets it? She probably thinks you are really bad at kissing because you've never kissed anyone before!' "Do you regret it?" She didn't give Quinn the chance to speak before she started to ramble, "Oh god, you probably thought that I was the worst kisser ever! You are such a pretty girl, I am certain that you have been kissed plenty of times before by far more experienced suitors. I-"
"-Rach." Quinn laughed huskily, shaking her head at the other girl.
She even found her ranting to be adorable. 'What is it about her...?'
Rachel stared at her with wide eyes, her brows knit together in worry as she waited for her to finish her sentence.
"You weren't the worst kisser ever." 'More like the best I've ever had.' She thought to herself as she reached up and tucked a stray strand of dark hair behind the other girl's ear. Allowing her hand to linger on her cheek. "And I don't regret the kiss at all."
"Good." Rachel said in a matter-of-fact tone, nodding her head and smiling drunkenly. "And don't worry. You were quite a good kisser. Not that I have a whole lot to compare it to." She felt Quinn's body stiffen beneath her and she knew that she was jealous. She was thinking about how Caroline had offered to kiss her and it was upsetting her. For some reason it was flattering to know that the thought of her kissing another woman made someone as beautiful as Quinn so upset. "Nor do I want a lot to compare it to."
She knew it was silly, but thinking about her kissing anyone else simply infuriated her. She hated the thought. 'If she doesn't want a lot of other people to compare my kiss to, then what does she want? Does she only want to be kissing me?'
Her heart jumped at the thought. "What do you want, Rachel?"
Even though the room was far from silent, it felt nauseatingly silent as she waited for a response to her question. She was terrified. Rachel could easily say that she was interested in men and only men. That she just wanted to stay friends. That she never wanted to kiss her again unless it happened because of another silly game. She was pretty sure if she said any or all of those things it would kill her.
"I want to kiss you again."
Hazel eyes darkened with desire and her lips parted. She couldn't actually believe what she had heard. Her hands paused their movements in Rachel's dark hair and she felt like she was going to pass out. 'What did she just say!? Did she just say that she wants to kiss me again!? Does that mean she wants me to kiss her, like right now, or in a little bit? Or does she want to be the one to kiss me? Oh no she looks worried! Fuck! SAY SOMETHING FABRAY!'
Rachel pulled back a little bit as she realized that what she said had probably been the wrong thing to say. She had thought that Quinn was implying that she wanted to have a romantic relationship with her, but now she didn't know. She wasn't saying anything.
"I apologize. That was wildly inappropriate. I should have never said that." She was suddenly feeling quite sober as she attempted to move off of the blonde. She felt completely rejected and like she had made a fool of herself. She prided herself on being able to read people. That was all she ever did, sit around and read people. But, this time she had been wrong.
Quinn reached out quickly and gripped onto Rachel's wrist, pulling her back on top of her. Their eyes met and they both knew what they wanted. Neither of them had any more doubts about it.
Rachel lent forward and bridged the gap between their lips, crashing hers hard against the other woman's, fingers tangling deep in blonde hair as she pulled her body closer to hers. The second that their lips met she wanted more. She wanted to taste and feel every part of them. She wanted to memorize them. She had never felt this way about anyone before and she needed more.
The blonde was shocked by how dominant the other woman was. Considering her upbringing, she had expected her to be far more submissive. Perhaps it was just in her personality? Either way, she wasn't complaining as she felt Rachel's tongue dart out and run along her bottom lip, begging her for entrance.
"Mm.." Quinn moaned into Rachel's lips. Her lips parting enough for the brunette to take advantage of it as she thrust her tongue into her mouth and started a dance with her own.
Honestly, Rachel had no idea what she was doing. She could only imitate what she had seen people do before or what she had read in books, but it seemed that Quinn was enjoying it as she heard her let out another moan into her mouth. It was possibly the sexiest thing that she had ever heard. Every time that she moaned it caused her body to heat up and an aching need to intensify between her thighs. It was in her nature to always try and do her best at everything that she did. She didn't hold back, even if it meant making a fool of herself. She just hoped she wouldn't wind up doing that.
Attempting to regain some control over the situation, Quinn thrust her thigh between Rachel's legs, applying pressure to her heated center and causing her to pull out of the kiss and moan loudly.
She just watched. Completely mesmerized. She couldn't believe that she was the one that had caused the other girl to moan like that. She was the one who was causing her such intense pleasure that her eyes were practically black with desire and want. Just the sight alone caused her clit to throb and her wetness to intensify.
Quinn just wanted to please Rachel.
That alone would be wonderful. Having it reciprocated would only be a bonus.
Tangling her fingers in dark hair, she pulled Rachel back down into a heated kiss. Her tongue invading her mouth and starting another battle for dominance. Rachel was rocking her hips against Quinn's thigh in hopes to get more pressure and relieve some of her arousal.
Quinn pulled out of the kiss, biting down and sucking hard on the other woman's bottom lip causing her to moan out. She couldn't honestly believe that she was doing this with so many people in the same room as her. It should have been embarrassing, but she was too caught up in the tiny brunette sitting on top of her, grinding against her thigh. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!'
She pulled Rachel down on top of her and started to deliver heated kisses to her neck, each kiss eliciting soft whimpers of approval as Rachel continued to rock her hips. She wanted more, but even in her drunken haze she was starting to realize that things were moving too quickly. She didn't care about all of the people watching them. It actually sort of excited her. In a way it meant that they would all know that Quinn was hers, and she was Quinn's. She just wanted their first time to be when they were sober and she could remember every detail.
Quinn was breathing heavily against her ear and it caused Rachel's entire body to shudder. Then she felt her fingers running along the skin of her toned abdomen, beneath the large shirt that she was wearing and she was snapped out of it.
She knew where the blonde's hands were headed and she knew that she wasn't ready yet.
Pulling away from her, she stared down at Quinn with hungry eyes. Her chest was heaving. She was terrified that Quinn was going to be offended if she told her that they had to stick to only kissing. She didn't really know how these types of things worked. She had seen some guys get mad at girls and some guys be accepting.
She just hoped that Quinn would be accepting.
"Why'd you stop?" Quinn asked with a horrified look in her eyes. She was worried that she had pushed too far and crossed too many boundaries. That was the last thing she wanted.
"I just, um, I'm not quite ready for that yet." Rachel told her, chewing on her full bottom lip.
"Oh god!" Her eyes widened. "I'm so sorry, Rach! I shouldn't have done that! I just got carried away in the moment, I don't know what came over me-"
"-Quinn." This silenced the worried blonde. "It's alright." She smiled widely and lent back down so that their lips were only inches apart. She had really been enjoying kissing her and she didn't want that to stop. She just hadn't been ready to push further, especially while they were drunk. "Just for tonight, let's stick to kissing."
"Okay, just kissing." Quinn breathed out with a slight nod. She was happy as long as she got to keep kissing Rachel.
'I Love The Girls Who Hate To Love,
Because They're Just Like Me.'
A few hours had passed since they played the game and Damon was starting to feel himself sobering up a bit. He was still intoxicated, but his tolerance for alcohol was higher than most of the girls who had been playing the game with him. Aside from Rebekah's. She could handle her alcohol surprisingly well.
Currently, Bonnie and him were sitting on top of the bar, talking about random things that they would both probably forget in the morning. They were still wearing each other's clothing for some unknown reason. Both of them had forgotten. Or maybe they were just too drunk to really care about it. In the middle of his sentence, his eyes landed on Rachel and Quinn who were now kissing on the floor of the bar and he scrunched up his face in disgust and looked away from them. "Gross!"
Bonnie laughed a little at his disgusted look. It was the same look that he had when they were dared to kiss. She understood it. It would be pretty weird to watch her Grams make out with someone.
"If I have to watch Quinn shove her tongue down my sister's throat all night, I'm gonna need more booze." Damon pushed himself down off the bar, and nearly stumbled and fell upon landing on the ground. It was partially the alcohol in his system, but more so the pants that only went up to his knees. Still, for whatever reason, he didn't take them off.
The young girl could only laugh at how ridiculous he looked waddling around in them as she jumped down from the bar and followed him toward the back room. "Where are you going?" She called out to him.
"Everyone knows they keep the good stuff in the back." He said with a smirk on his lips as he started to look through the alcohol stored in the back. As suspected the most expensive alcohol was hanging on the walls in the back. Damon was having a difficult time reading what was on the bottles and it was starting to frustrate him.
"What are you in the mood for, Bon-Bon?" He attempted to turn and nearly fell over because the pants were now at his ankles.
Bonnie started to laugh so loud. He was standing there in his briefs, with her pants around his ankles, holding up some random bottle of booze, with a cute tank top that barely covered the top half of his chest. And somehow he still managed to look attractive to her. She couldn't understand it. It had to be his smirk and that playful glint in his eyes. Because, all in all, he looked a mess.
"Why are you even still wearing my clothes?" She asked through her laughter. "The game ended hours ago!"
"It's not like you've been in a hurry to take off mine." Damon pointed out with a raise of his brows.
"That's completely different!" Bonnie couldn't stop laughing.
"Good point." He laughed and set the bottle of alcohol down, before reaching over the back of his head to pull the tank top over his chest. He was positive that he had stretched the shirt out. 'Maybe I'll get her a new one, there has to be a store around here somewhere. It was New York City for Christ's sake.' His mind teased. Obviously that wasn't going to happen.
Green eyes watched as he kicked her pants from his legs and she couldn't stop them from wandering over his body. She looked over his muscular arms, down over his toned abdomen, following that treasure trail to the visible bulge in his briefs. When she saw it, she licked over her lips. Bonnie Bennett may have been a virgin, but she wasn't a prude. She was only a virgin because she hadn't met the man that she wanted to be with. Now she was reevaluating that status, because Damon Salvatore made her want him more than any man ever had.
Damon took a step toward her and smiled, "I'm gonna need my clothes back now, judgy."
"Oh, right." She snapped out of her thoughts, and quickly tore her eyes away from his body as she pulled his shirt over her head and held it out to him. "Here."
He took another step toward her and placed his hand on the shirt, covering her hand and causing her skin to ignite where he touched her. She suddenly could no longer breathe as her eyes landed on their hands. Her heart jumped when he took the shirt from her and tossed it across the room, and her eyes darted back up to his.
Green connecting with blue in an intense stare. Bonnie found that Damon's eyes were absolutely captivating. She couldn't look away.
She wanted to ask him why he had thrown his shirt. She wanted to make some rational sense of the situation, but there was nothing rational about how badly she wanted the man that she had claimed to hate for years. She wanted him to be her first. She wanted him to lean in and kiss her senseless before exploring every inch of her body.
Bonnie might attempt to blame it on the alcohol in the morning, but she knew it wasn't just the alcohol. She had been feeling these urges for days now. Ever since they landed on the planet and Damon ran back to help the people on the shuttle with her.
That was when she started to see his humanity and she had only grown to care more and more for him ever since.
Damon's smirk widened as he twisted his fingers in the belt loops of the jeans she was wearing, his jeans, and then he tugged on them, pulling her body closer to his. "I'm gonna need these back too." He reminded. He was already working the button with his fingers and all Bonnie could do was watch and swallow hard as he unzipped the pants and dropped them to her knees.
She looked up at his face and she could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked over her exposed body. She could see the clear desire that he had to be with her, the same desire she was sure reflected in her eyes. 'Fuck, what is going on? Are we really going to do this?!'
He licked over his lips, "No one asked me who the sexiest person in the room was."
"Who would you have picked?" Bonnie sounded almost timid and shy now. She knew that he was going to say her. But, she felt a little self-conscious with his eyes roaming over her body. Plus, it was Damon. He had said he would date Klaus, so who knew what he was going to say.
"You." Damon admitted.
A blush covered her dark skin and she did the unthinkable. She stood up on her tiptoes and she placed a tentative kiss to his lips. Their lips barely brushed, but the kiss caused enough heat to start a fire. And when she stared into his eyes she knew that the fire was going to take over both of them and they weren't going to stop until they put it out.
Damon hastily bridged the gap between their lips, tangling his hand in Bonnie's dark hair and pulling her body closer to his. Their kisses were a bit sloppy due to the alcohol in their system, but neither of them seemed to notice as they moaned into each other's mouths. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip, begging her for entrance, which she granted as she gasped out and opened her full lips. Their tongues started an intense dance for dominance. It was the kind of kiss that took your breath away and made your heart feel like it was going to explode.
It was the kind of kiss that Bonnie Bennett had always hoped would be her first. She wanted Damon to be her first everything. She wanted Damon.
Damon reached around Bonnie's back and he stumbled as he undid her bra, then he tossed it across the room with the rest of their clothes. He pulled out of the kiss and eagerly started to deliver heated kisses along the side of Bonnie's neck. He enjoyed the way that she let out soft whimpers and moans when his tongue circled her sensitive skin. It was the sexiest thing that he had ever heard. Or at least it was the sexiest thing he had ever heard until he bit down hard on her collarbone and Bonnie lent her head back, tangling her hand in his dark hair, and moaned loudly. The alcohol was stopping her from holding back.
"Is that so?" He asked her with a waggle of his brow, looking up into her eyes.
"Shut up, Damon." She glared.
"Make me." Damon bit down on his bottom lip and smirked.
He was shocked when she dragged him up to her by his hair and kissed him with fever. It hurt, but in a great way. He kissed her with passion and need and she continued to tug on his hair as he moaned into her mouth. His fingers were dancing along her toned abdomen. He loved how the muscles felt beneath his fingertips. Her skin was hot and covered in a sheet of sweat and he could feel his arousal growing. 'As well as something else.'
Bonnie wasn't usually this forward, but she felt brave tonight. Perhaps it was that they could die any minute now and she wanted him so badly. Or maybe, it was the alcohol. Either way, she needed him. All of him.
"Damon." She breathed out between kisses. "I need more."
"You sure?" He asked, pulling back so that he could look into her eyes. Bonnie was breathing heavy, her green eyes were dark with desire, her full lips swollen and coated in saliva. He wanted more than anything to give in to her wishes, but he had to be sure. She was a virgin. This would be her first time and girls cared about those things. Girls cared about it being special and with the right man, and he sure as Hell wasn't the right man for anyone.
She grew serious as well. The concern was evident in his eyes. But, he had nothing to be concerned about. She wouldn't regret him being her first or the circumstances. "I'm sure, Damon. I want you. I want all of you." She tugged at his briefs and that was all that she needed to say.
But, he still wasn't completely convinced. "You're drunk, tomorrow you'll realize you are with me and that I'm a shitty guy and you'll regret it."
"Tomorrow, I'll know the same thing I know tonight." Bonnie lifted her hands to his face and pulled him closer to her, forcing him to look her straight in the eyes as she spoke. "You are a guy who makes shitty choices sometimes, but you aren't a shitty guy. You care about the people you love with more passion then I've ever seen and I love that about you. Now please, this is my decision, Damon."
Damon took a moment to let all of her words sink in and then he lent forward and continued what he was doing. One of his hands making their way up to her small perky breast.
Bonnie moaned out loudly and threw her head back when he started to twist her hardened nipple between his fingers. "Oh god, yes, Damon!" She moaned. No one had ever touched her there before and she loved the way that it felt. It caused her entire body to shake. The sensation only got better when he continued to trail heated kisses toward her other nipple and he circled his tongue around it before sucking it between his lips. His eyes were on her the entire time, watching her to make sure she enjoyed it.
Seeing her so aroused by him was what turned him on the most. He knew that he was already hard. He could feel it. He was aching for release and by the dampness soaking through Bonnie's panties he assumed that she too was aching for him.
Damon moved his fingers from her breast toward her panties and he yanked them down to the ground. She gasped loudly as he did so and the cold air of the bar rushed against her arousal. He could smell her arousal all around them and it was absolutely intoxicating. He looked up at Bonnie and gave her one final look of uncertainty. He didn't really know what it was about Bonnie, but she wasn't like the other girls he had slept with. He wanted to protect her. He actually really cared about her.
She nodded her head at him and he continued to run his tongue around her nipple as his fingers ran along her inner thigh toward her heated center. She could feel her clit throbbing and aching with need.
He swallowed hard and licked over his lips, moving back into a standing position so that he could look Bonnie in the eyes. So that he could kiss her again. He missed the way that her lips felt against his. He captured her lips in a heated kiss as he teased her wetness with his fingers. Dipping them beneath her folds and gently applying pressure to her swollen clit.
Bonnie dug her nails into his shoulders and started to rock against his fingers. Damon smirked and circled the sensitive nub for a little longer, enjoying the soft gasps and little whimpers she let out as her body convulsed.
Then he dipped his fingers lower and started to tease her opening with one of his fingers. He didn't know how much experience she had sexually, and he didn't want to hurt her. This would help. He pressed one of his fingers deep inside of her, slowly. Waiting to see if she was okay with it. She moaned out in pleasure and stared into his eyes, pleading for more, so he applied another finger.
This time she scrunched her face up a little in pain, but she still seemed to be enjoying the pressure inside of her as she moved her hips against his fingers. "More." She told him. The alcohol was dimming any pain that she felt, so it actually wasn't so bad. She felt more of the pleasure than the pain.
He pushed a third finger between her folds and when she was used to it he started to move all three fingers in and out of her at a faster pace. Pressing harder and deeper inside of her as she rocked against them and moaned loudly. It felt amazing. Bonnie had never felt anything like it. She reached out and pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss and he started to move his fingers even faster inside of her. She was already coming close, but she didn't want to come without him. She wanted it to be something that they did together.
Damon twisted his fingers inside of her, hitting a particular spot that caused her pleasure and she screamed out, digging her nails deeper into the skin of his back. She was certain that she had drawn blood this time. She didn't care. It felt so good.
"Damon, wait." She panted and he paused his movements. He was scared that she was going to tell him he had hurt her, but her eyes were black with desire and that wasn't the case. That wasn't even close. She tugged at his briefs and breathed out, "I... Please? I want to come together."
He chewed on his lip for a second, his brow furrowed.
"Please?"
That was all it took. Damon pulled his briefs down, revealing his substantial length. He was already hard and pre-cum was dripping from the thick head of his cock. Bonnie glanced down at his cock and she felt a little intimidated now that it was happening. She knew that it was going to hurt, but she was prepared for it. She wanted to be intimate with him.
He gripped his cock firmly with his hand and he moved it toward her dripping center. He too was feeling intimidated. He knew the number one rule, never have sex with someone who is drunk. There was always regrets in the morning. From both sides. But, she wanted him and he wanted her.
Damon let out a groan when he felt her slick arousal against the head of his cock. There was something so sexy about knowing that he was the one to cause Bonnie to be so wet.
"This is gonna hurt." He warned. Giving her the opportunity to back out. Damon wasn't going to promise that her first time was going to be the most pleasurable experience. There would be pleasure, certainly, or hopefully on his part, but there was going to be pain. A whole lot.
"I know. Damon, stop worrying." Bonnie reprimanded.
"Says the drunk girl who is asking me to take her virginity." He shot back.
She knew that it was crazy, but she didn't care that they were drunk. She didn't care that it was unconventional.
Damon slowly pushed three inches of his length inside of her. He could feel her tight walls around the length of his cock and he knew that he wasn't going to last long tonight. Drunk or not. Bonnie Bennett drove him crazy. He could tell that she was in pain and it made him feel a little selfish, because for him it felt amazing. He just wanted it to feel amazing for her.
Slowly he pulled back out, and then he pushed himself back in. This time she didn't hiss out in pain at least. She tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He smiled against her lips and he added another inch or two of his length the third time that he pushed inside of her. When she hissed out in pain and let out a soft whimper he captured her lips and attempted to distract from the pain.
"You okay?" Damon asked, for what seemed like the millionth time. He usually never asked.
"Yeah, I'm okay." Bonnie told him.
"I'm gonna add the rest." He warned.
"I'm ready."
Damon pushed the rest of himself inside of her and he moaned when he felt her walls surround his entire length. It caused him so much pleasure. But, Bonnie was holding her breath and she looked to be in pain. So, he waited for a minute until he knew she was alright and then he pulled out and reentered. He allowed his fingers to tease her hardened nipple, hoping to give her more pleasure and distract from the pain as he moved slowly in and out of her. His orgasm was already building, but he had to wait for her.
Bonnie wanted to come together.
Her grunts and moans of pain slowly started to sound a bit more like moans of pleasure as he moved slowly in and out of her. It was starting to feel a lot better the more that her body adjusted and thanks to the alcohol in her system. She pulled Damon closer toward her and recaptured his lips in a heated kiss that set her body on fire. She loved how his lips felt and his tongue tasted as it fought hers for dominance.
"Fuck!" Bonnie moaned and cried out when Damon thrust into her again. This time just a little bit faster and deeper, managing to hit a spot inside of her that elicited a large amount of pleasure. "God, fuck!" She moaned, digging her nails deep into the skin of his neck as she pulled her body closer to his. The heat from his skin radiating off of his toned chest and shoulders.
Damon resisted his urge to ask if she was okay again, as he gripped onto her thighs and lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his body as he moved in and out of her. Thrusting deeper and harder with each stride. He could feel himself coming closer and closer to his release every time he thrust inside of her, and her cries of pain were now starting to sound more like moans of pleasure.
He pressed her hard against the wall of the bar and he thrust deep inside of her. Still holding back, but not as much. She threw her head back against the wall and she stared deep into his eyes for a moment. The heat in her stare could literally burn the entire building to the ground. Damon loved the desire swimming in Bonnie's eyes. He wanted more than anything to push her over the edge.
So, he thrust just a little harder. His entire body starting to shake and give out on him. Keeping a steady pace he watched as Bonnie lent back, her lips parted, as she moaned loudly. "Fuck! Yes! Damon! That feels so good!" She still felt the pain, but it was masked by the alcohol and now all she could really feel was the intense pleasure. She knew in the morning she was going to hurt like hell, but right now it just felt so good. "Please don't stop!"
"I wouldn't dare." He grinned and lent in to captured her lips in a heated and passionate kiss.
The passion of the kiss was what actually pushed Bonnie over the edge. She felt so connected to him in that moment and she couldn't stop herself from reaching her orgasm first. Her walls clamped tight around his cock and she moaned out loudly as she reached her released. "Fuck! Damon, I'm coming!"
Damon knew that she was coming, he could feel it. The added tightness of her walls around his cock was enough to push him over the edge as well as he came inside of her and groaned loudly against her lips. Kissing her again as they both came together.
'I Kissed Your Lips, You Pulled My Hair, It Was The Craziest Thing.
I Love The Girls Who Love To Hate.'
"You really expect me to sleep on that bed after what Damon said?" Caroline asked with a disgusted look on her face. Even drunk she didn't like spiders. The thought of them crawling on her while she slept was ruining any romantic feelings that she had about sleeping in the same bed as Rebekah.
"That's what the booze was for, sweetheart." The British woman said with a smirk as she lay in bed, waiting for her best friend to join her. When she still looked completely disgusted and against the plan, she let out a sigh and lifted the sheet to show her nothing was there. "I already checked the bed for spiders, it's clean." She smiled.
Caroline slowly approached the bed mumbling to herself, "We didn't have spiders on the Ark. Well, except for the virtual kind and those guys were pretty scary." She laughed and climbed into bed with the other woman, immediately snuggling up against her chest and clinging tightly to her body. For some reason that made her feel safer.
It wasn't like spiders couldn't still crawl all over them if they were snuggling.
"No worries, love. I'll protect you from all the creepy-crawlies." Rebekah told her as she gently stroked her fingers through blonde curls. They had lost their bounce. She didn't like what this planet was doing to them all. They were all being forced to change. 'At least we aren't floating lifeless in space...' She kept having to remind herself of this. They were lucky to have each other. Still, their impending doom had her questioning why they had yet to admit their obvious feelings for each other.
Everyone else around them was. Why were they holding back?
Caroline noticed that the other woman was staring off into space with her full lips pursed. That was her thinking face. She pulled back a little so that she could see her more clearly and she asked, "What are you thinking about, Bekah?"
"If you actually meant it." Her accent was thick.
"Meant what?" The blonde gamer was now sitting completely up, her brow furrowed as she stared at her best friend. Her blue eyes suddenly widened as she realized what Rebekah was talking about. "Oh! You mean about me kissing, Rachel?! No!" She laughed. "I didn't mean that at all! I was just saying that to make Quinn jealous!"
"No." Rebekah corrected. "Actually, I was wondering if you meant it when you said that you would kiss me?"
"Oh..." Her voice trailed off and a blush painted her cheeks and down over her pale shoulders. She hadn't really been expecting the other woman to ask her about that. Now she was embarrassed. When she was embarrassed or nervous she rambled. "I mean, yeah, sure, why not?"
"Why not?" 'Like it's that bleeding simple...'
Caroline laughed a little and offered her a wide toothy grin as she explained, "Yeah, why not? I've known you my whole life and you are like super gorgeous, so you know, I've thought about it from time to time.-"
Rebekah cut the other blonde off before she continued rambling. She was completely shocked by what her best friend had just told her. "-You've thought about it from time to time?" She raised a brow at her.
"Well yeah, like you know, when you used to share smoke with me and stuff it would cross my mind, because you were just close enough to kiss me. So I would wonder what it would be like if maybe you did." Her blush was practically consuming her entire body at this point. She was pretty much admitting to having a crush on her best friend and she couldn't read Rebekah. She was just sitting there watching her.
"When I shared smoke with you, was that the only time that you thought about kissing me?"
"I don't know!" She laughed, but Rebekah wasn't laughing. It was really starting to worry her. Caroline was not ready to have this conversation, because she honestly wasn't sure what she wanted out of life. She liked boys and girls, and yes she was attracted to Rebekah, but she didn't want to ruin their friendship by starting a relationship.
Rebekah didn't say anything so Caroline sighed and climbed a little closer to her, looking her in the eyes. "Oh, come on Bekah, why are you being so serious all of a sudden!? Is this because of the Rachel thing? Because, it really was just a joke!"
"This has nothing to do with Rachel." The British woman said, sitting up a little and looking the other woman directly in the eyes. Her blue eyes weren't hard, but they weren't quite soft either. She looked upset. And she was drunk. Which was never a good combination for Rebekah. "This is about us. You claim to be terrible at reading people and yet you somehow guessed correctly about Bonnie and Damon as well as Quinn and Rachel, so I want to know something, sweet Caroline."
"What's that?" She breathed out. Rebekah's full lips were really close to hers and it was causing her heart to race and her body to react. She just wanted to reach out and kiss her and tell her that she was in love with her. But, she was too scared.
"I want to know what you read when you look at me?"
Caroline swallowed hard. She didn't know what to say to that. "You're my best friend, Bekah."
"And that is all that you see when you look at me?" Rebekah moved a little closer, their lips were brushing against each other as she spoke to her. Each time they did it caused the blonde gamer to shiver and let out soft involuntary whimpers. Both of them wanted to close the kiss and enjoy each other all night long.
"Yes." Caroline's voice came out a squeak.
"I dare you to kiss me." The blonde Brit said with a devious smirk and a glimmer in her eyes.
Her eyes darkened with desire and she wanted so badly to lean in and capture Rebekah's lips with her own in a passionate kiss. She had fantasized about kissing the other woman far more times than she was letting on. She pretty much imagined kissing her and being intimate with her all the time. She just didn't know if they should jump into things so irrationally.
"Rebekah..." She breathed out.
"Yes, love?"
"I think that maybe we should talk about things first." Caroline knew that she had said the wrong thing. She could tell by the way that Rebekah's jaw tightened and all desire left her eyes and filled with rejection.
Rebekah did feel rejected. She felt like she had finally put herself out on a line and attempted to move their relationship forward and she had been turned down. She also felt extremely silly and foolish for thinking that the other woman would ever want to be more than just friends with her. Of course she wouldn't. Caroline was interested in men. She always had been. There was still some rational part of herself that understood why her friend wanted to talk first, but that was buried deep beneath all of the other emotions.
She was drunk and angry and hurt. And Caroline didn't want her.
"You know what, this was stupid on my part. Never mind, I'll just sleep outside tonight." Rebekah stood to her feet and started to walk out of the bedroom and down the hallway. She could hear her best friend on her heels, so she walked faster. She knew she was being irrational and risking her life, but she didn't care. She wanted to go home. She wanted away from the other girl.
Caroline groaned loudly as she followed Rebekah out into the forest. They were still only a few feet away from the building where everyone was sleeping, but it was late and scary and she didn't want the woman she loved sleeping out in the woods.
"Come on Rebekah! Stop it! This is ridiculous!" She cried.
The British woman turned to face her and she screamed angrily, "You want to talk about it!?" She threw her hands in the air. "What's there to talk about, Caroline!? I've been madly in love with you and only you for years, and I know that you have feelings for me too, yet here we are too bloody scared to act on it!" She paused and took a step toward her. "Because, what?! What do we have to lose anymore!?"
Caroline looked away ashamed and let out a soft sigh, "Our friendship." Tears were shimmering in her eyes as she took a step toward Rebekah. "EVERYTHING will change and you know that! We have to talk about things before we cross any boundaries!"
"Talking is what complicates things." Rebekah spat, tears streaming down her cheeks. "We could shag each other all damn night and still be friends in the morning, but talking, talking about these feelings changes everything!"
"Okay!" She didn't really understand, but she wanted them to both get back inside where they would be safe. "No talking, no sex, just come inside where it's safe!"
Suddenly, a creature wearing bone armor dropped down from the tree on a vine. Rebekah watched in horror and screamed, stumbling toward him as he wrapped his arms around Caroline and dragged her up into the trees. She could hear her screaming as she stared up into the darkness of the forest, but soon she could no longer even hear her screaming.
Caroline was gone.
"Caroline!" Rebekah screamed, falling to her knees, already thinking the worst. She already felt like the love of her life was dead and it was all her fault. "Caroline!" She screamed louder, voice cracking.
'I Hate The Ones Who Love To Hate, Because They're Just Like Me.'
Author's Note :
This chapter had a lot of romance in it, especially for Faberry and Bamon shippers! I apologize for the drama with Rebekoline, but I hope that y'all still liked it! Don't worry, Caroline isn't going to die. :) Please do tell me what y'all thought of this chapter! I want to know! Even though it's kind of always awkward to review on smut I am curious! Did y'all enjoy the Faberry makeout? What bout the Bamon sexy times? Any predictions for what will happen in the next chapter?
Please do tell me what y'all think and I promise to update ASAP!
Thank you all for all of your encouragement, I love you guys!
-Tracy Cook-