Because you're you-and I'm me

A/N: It's been a while... :/

Disclaimer: I don't own the vampire Diaries

~VD~

She couldn't have known that she'd have such luck. When, earlier, she'd heard Carol Lockwood talking to Damon about rigging the draw, but it seemed as though she'd either forgotten it, or just decided against it in finality.

So when she heard her number called, she smirked, never breaking eye contact with Damon. He looked severely constipated. But his eyes were completely aflame with lust.

Maybe this would be easier than she had originally thought. He obviously had an attraction to her.

If Katherine sensed her change of attitude towards Damon, she didn't comment on it, content to spend the night with Christopher. When she saw them leave she smiled. Maybe Katherine would share later.

Raising her brows, she realized how lewdly she was behaving. Had she always had a raging libido like this? She thought so. Who cared? She was a demon.

She could do whatever she wanted. She was in charge. She could decide if she wanted to grow old. She could decide when she wanted to die. It was reassuring and wonderful. Then, idadvertantly, she thought about children.

Could she have them?

She wasn't sure.

Sighing, she decided against calling Lucifer again so soon. She'd wait until more questions piled up. Right now she was feeling horny, and she wanted Damon Salvatore.

The reason was inexplicable, but as there was nothing about the man she actually liked, she figured it was just her raging libido.

She was still holding Damon's stare. He walked towards her, looking almost in pain.

"Forbes." He croaked out. She smirked. She loved seeing that she made the little snitch uncomfortable.

"Salvatore." She purred out. "What are the plans?"

~VD~

By coughing, Damon hastily disguised a groan that escaped his lips after Caroline had spoken to him so seductively. Oh, there was no way he could spend an entire evening in close proximity when she was pursuing him like that.

It would be so much easier if she just hated him. Or didn't give to shits about him. Or didn't want to have her wicked way with him.

Sure, it would hurt more, but he wouldn't be fighting as hard to give into the sweet temptation. He knew she could pleasure him like no other, but oh god, why was he torturing himself so much by denying him the aphrodisiac she offered?

Glancing at her, he knew she was still expecting an answer.

"Uh...how does a trip to the falls sound?" He blurted out, without thinking. He saw her grin.

"That's very romantic, isn't it?" She said, the devious smile on her face making his cock jump in his pants.

"I guess." He coughed again, hiding the sensual groan that would've slipped out otherwise.

"Salvatore, let me be clear. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do." She stared at him, the sexual promise lingering in the air. He steeled his face, but his body was heating up, especially cause she was taking more steps towards him. He took a few steps back.

"Trust me when I say Forbes I do not want to spend the evening with you." He said, wanting to slap himself for denying himself heaven once more. If she was displeased by his refute, she showed no sign, simply continuing.

"And yet, we're stuck together for the evening. I propose we go raid your liquor stack. At least, that's what I'm going to do. You can watch if you like, or you can join in. All up to you, Salvatore."

Then she was heading out, her hips swaying, her womanly curves clearly defined in the leather pants she was wearing. Damon groaned very audibly.

"Lord Jesus recieve my soul." He sighed.

~VD~

"Elijah? It has been too long. How have you been, brother?" Klaus greeted his brother, in mock cheerfulness.

"I have not come here to exchange pleasantries, Niklaus. I require information." He stood, facing his brother. When Klaus looked at him, smirking, looking very pleased. He looked down to smoothen out a non-existant wrinkle his immaculate suit would never possess.

"And pray tell, Elijah, what is this very important subject you wish to broach with me, that requires my insight?"

"Your defeat of Casper." Elijah said simply. Klaus perked up at this.

"I'd heard he was defeated, I hadn't wanted to believe it. How is our little hero the?"

"You used Caroline Forbes as a pawn. Pawns in your schemes tend to not survive the game. How do you think she is, Niklaus?" If Elijah was suprised to see the genuine regret on his brothers face, he hid it very well.

It still unsettled him though. A part of him wanted to break the promise he made to Caroline. To tell Niklaus that she was alive and, under the circumstances, as well as can be.

"I never meant to desert her."

"And yet you did."

"Did they find her body then?" Klaus asked, sniffing slightly. Elijah shook his head.

"We assume she was murdered by the witch Caia. Malicious lady, she is. You're all too familiar with her, aren't you?"

"Past conquest. What has been done with her?"

"She's been taken care of. I made sure of it." Elijah's voice was grave. Klaus sighed.

"What part of this requires my insight?"

"As this is all but a formality that needs to be out of the way. Can you confirm that this belonged to Caroline? It was found around the area." Elijah held up Caroline's duffel bag.

"It contains... a sniper rifle, which weapons experts call 'The Zerstörer'. Yes, it's hers. Is that all?" He almosts growled.

"Yes, that will be all."

Klaus nodded, letting his brother dissappear, hoping to never catch sight of him again, for at least 50 years.

~VD~

"It's a great house. I have to say." She said absent mindedly, fingering an almost antique bottle of bourbon. Damon didn't respond. "The last time I was here, you know, Stefan's and Elena's party...it looked...different. Were you there then?" She asked.

"Yes." He said simply, trying to tear his eyes away from her tastefully presented body.

"Suppose I overlooked you then." She winked. He tried to smirk. She had no idea what she was doing to him. Or did she? He certainly thought so when she bent down to retrieve two glasses out of the lower cupboard.

Why in hell had he ever thought it was a good idea to keep them there.

This time, the groan could not be disguised. Caroline heard it.

"Are you okay, Damon? Maybe you should sit down, that doesn't sound so good." She bit her lip.

"I'm fine." He coughed. That woman. That woman was the devil. Absoloutely. She'd wrecked his will to resist within seconds, and now his self control was melting faster than ice thrown into boiling water.

"Sure about that?" She asked empathetically, leaning closer to check his forehead. The close contact made all his blood pool in his groin. Hastily, he sat down, to cover it discreetly.

"Vampire, Forbes. We don't get sick." He explained. He had to take deep breaths to control himself. How the hell did she do that? He'd never been this turned on when they were together. Something had to have changed.

"Right. Forgot about that. So I guess you'll still be having that drink then." She passed him a glass, and he took it, albeit reluctantly. He couldn't afford to get drunk tonight.

He'd be even more likely to pounce on her if he got drunk, and his chances weren't looking well, even in his sober state. Why was fate so cruel to him?

"Cheers." She smiled sweetly. He clinked his glass, and watched her down hers, only taking a little sip.

When he watched her close her eyes and exhale slowly, relishing the taste, he almost growled. He needed her. Now.

Oh, it was going to be a long night.

~VD~

A year ago, Caroline never thought she'd be able to exert that much power over a man. But watching the way Damon reacted to her little game of teasing, she was almost shocking herself. Even the smallest of actions seemed to set him off. While it gave her a huge ego boost, it also made her wonder a bit about what he thought of her. She always thought he found her disgusting.

It was earth shattering to find out he had a thing for her. At least a lot of carnal desire. Who could say what his heart felt? She only knew she was teasing his little friend to the max.

Why was she even thinking about his heart?

Then plan was to get him to jump her. So, she smiled at him very sweetly.

"So...Damon." She said, trying the name. She felt comfortable saying it, oddly. They'd referred to each other by their last names for so long she thought she'd someday forget his real name. But she liked the sound it made, rolling off of her tongue.

"What?" He snapped, looking severely uncomfortable.

"When was the last time you had sex?" She smirked, and he coughed loudly.

"What?" He croaked out, this time the lust and longing in his voice betrayed him. His eyes were swirling with desire.

"Well, you've been awfully tense the last couple of hours. It must've been a while since you've gotten some." She continued on, seemingly oblivious of her heel-clad foot resting on his legs.

"It may or may not have been a while. I don't have to answer to you." He spat, becoming increasingly aware of the fact that there was a huge tent building in his pants. And this time he could do nothing to stop it, as she crawled onto his lap. She sat at his knees, far enough away as to not sit on his erogenous zone, but he was still already rock hard.

"Oh, but I'd like you to." She said, provocatively leaning forward, so her face was only inches from his. He was breathing extremely hard.

"Caroline Forbes. If you know what's good for you, you'll stop this immediately. Or I swear to god, I'll throw you over my shoulder, drag you into my cave and fuck you until you can't walk for weeks." He seethed. His eyes were closed, his forehead furrowed. She traced a finger down his chest, resting on his erection.

"Make me." She whispered.

Damon growled. His face changed, and he pulled her towards his crotch so fast, she moaned out in ecstasy when she felt the sensation of his hard member rubbing against the leather of her pants that was seperating them. Her lips were still parted, and her eyes opened to stare at Damon, who was giving her a look so feral, she shuddered at the thought of what was to come.

He picked her up, pressing her core against his member as hard as he could, hissing at the feeling, and sped them to his room. He slammed the door close so fast he could hear it splinter, but he didn't care. He rammed her into the wall, ripping off her t-shirt and was about to rip off her pants, but it seemed as though she caught herself. She threw him to the ground, and pinned him to the floor with her heel over his neck. He was immensely turned on.

"One night. Then we go back to how we were before. Deal?" She asked, digging her heel in a little more. Damon smiled, as if he was unsure of something, and then he nodded swiftly.

"Yeah."

Her smirk was deadly.

"Good."

She picked him up, throwing him against the wall, ripping his shirt off in the process. Then she jumped on him. He pushed her against the wall once more, attacking her neck with his mouth. Her sighs and moans made him almost lose his mind. Shaking himself, he threw her onto the bed, and grabbed her by the legs, swiftly pulling her pants off. She gasped at the feeling. He just growled, undoing his own pants, he threw them off, along with his boxers. He was pleased to see she wasn't wearing anything under her pants. Ripping off her bra, he started kissing up her leg. She squirmed beneath him. When he continued teasing her for a while, she grabbed his hair and yanked him up roughly. His face changed, as he felt he couldn't say anything, and therefore needed to express his need like this. At first he was intimidated it might scare her off. But she just smirked, exposed her own set of fangs, and threw him over. Then she impaled herself on his cock.

"Oh Yeah." She screamed out. He groaned out loudly. She began with a fast rhythm already, but Damon needed more. He turned them over, then thrust into her so hard, were she a human she'd have broken. So he kept on pounding into her as fast and hard as he could. He didn't care if he hurt her, he just needed it. Her sounds of confirmation pleased him almost as much as the feeling of being sheathed in her again. Her hands raked his back and drew blood, so his face changed and he came, screaming at the top of his lungs as he emptied himself in her.

They continued on for the rest of the night.

Damon woke with a start the next day.

The bed next to him was empty, and he just had one question.

"What have I done?" He groaned.