A/N: Okay, I lied. I was super inspired yesterday, so this happened. Next chapter will be up this weekend. I don't think this fic has too many chapters left, either.

I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS.

Music Credit: "Talk Dirty" – Jason DeRulo featuring 2 Chainz & "Problem" – Ariana Grande featuring Iggy Azaela

Chapter Eighteen:

I was ridiculously nervous as I pulled off my pajamas. Damon was waiting outside in the hallway. As much as I appreciate him giving me my privacy, it really wasn't helping as much as I had hoped. I trust Damon and I know that he won't hurt me. It's just…

We haven't been naked together. I've seen him and he's seen me, but it wasn't simultaneous. Maybe that's why I'm wigging out so much. I don't know. It's just a new step.

Damon made it clear that we wouldn't be doing anything except for soaking in the tub and getting clean. I can do this. I repeated it to myself a few times and took a deep breath, as I stepped into the hot, bubbly water. I sat down and let the water cover me. I leaned back against the edge of the tub and gave myself a once over to make sure that I was decent.

"You can come in." I called out, quietly. I knew that I didn't have to be any louder, thanks to his vampire hearing. No sooner had the words left my mouth, did his bedroom door open. I could hear it move, but I couldn't see Damon, not yet.

Even though, I've seen him sans clothes, the thought of him naked is still intimidating – hot, but intimidating. I was choking on my words, because Damon chose that particular moment to stroll next to the bath. My eyes flickered away from him as he stepped inside of the tub and sank down on the opposite side of me. I bit my lip and summoned the courage to meet his eyes.

He wasn't smirking like I was expecting him to. Instead, his face was blank. His eyes – those are a completely different story. They're drinking me in and the intensity of his gaze is unnerving. He didn't say anything, just looked, really looked.

It took me a minute to be able to appreciate him in kind. My eyes roamed over his shoulders and his strong arms. I whimpered in appreciation of his chest.

He moved, just slightly, but it was enough to draw my attention back to his face. He was smirking, now. I knew that it was now or never, so I moved over to him and settled myself in between his legs and leaned my back against his front. He nuzzled my neck and kissed me, softly. His arms went around me and we just sat there.

It was nice and now I realize why he wanted to do this. He does so many little things that prove that I can trust him. It's the little things that get me. They make me realize just how much Alaric wasn't really invested, not where it counted.

Our bath was intimate without pressing my boundaries or speeding up the physical aspect of our relationship. It was perfect.

We were at Tyler's because Carol was away with some mayoral conference for the weekend. We didn't invite anyone outside of our circle, because really, why would we need to? Since our last night out of town was cut short, Stefan decided that we should do what we weren't able to do.

Our agenda consisted of copious amounts of alcohol, loud music, truth or dare and blatant disregard for the consequences of our night. Needless to say, we were all game.

Caroline made vodka punch and everyone brought a little something to contribute. We ordered pizza for those of us that we're on an AB positive diet. The festivities started about an hour ago and I was already feeling the effects of the booze, thanks to the shots I did with Caroline when we got here.

"Why is no one dancing?!" Caroline cried. We all looked over at her and shrugged. She crossed her arms. "This won't do." She added, before picking a remote and fiddling with the stereo. After a few seconds, loud dance music filled Tyler's room. She beamed and set down the remote. Caroline stared all of us down, until we got to our feet and started to dance.

'I'm that flight that you get on – international.
First class seat on my lap, girl, riding comfortable…
'Cause I know what the girl them need, New York to Haiti.
I got lipstick stamps on my passport.
You make it hard to leave.'

Caroline and I were dancing facing each other. Damon was dancing behind me and Stefan beside us. Tyler was behind Caroline and Jeremy was next to them.

'Been around the world – don't speak the language, but your booty don't need explaining.
All I really need to understand is when you talk dirty to me.
Talk dirty to me.
Talk dirty to me.
Talk dirty to me.
Get jazzy on it.'

I was shaking my ass shamelessly and I knew everyone else was doing the same. Between the music and the buzz from the drinks, everyone was loosening up. We're like a bundle of spastic energy and it's great. I fucking love it.

We shuffled around a bit and all did a shot. We mixed it up a little and traded dance partners. I was with Stefan and Tyler. Caroline was dropping it low with Damon and Jeremy.

'Hey baby, even though I hate ya, I wanna love ya!
I want you-ou-ou!
And even though I can't forgive ya, I really want ta!
I want you-ou-ou!'

Stefan gripped my hips and we dirty danced. Damon winked at me as he did the same with Caroline. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Tyler and Jeremy dance like this a lot more than they let on.

'Tell me – tell me, baby!
Why can't you leave me?!
'Cause even though I shouldn't want it, I gotta have it!
I want you-ou-ou!'

I reached out for Caroline and pulled her closer to me. I grabbed her hips and pressed myself against her front. We danced against each other.

'Head in the clouds – got no weight on my shoulders!
I should be wiser and realize that I've got…'

We were all mid-grind when the power cut off.

"What the fuck?!" Tyler exclaimed.

"We probably just lost power." Stefan breathed, like it was no big deal.

"We've got some flashlights in the other room and candles." Jeremy announced. "There should be…" he started to continue, but something crashed.

"What was that?" I asked, feeling my blood turn cold.

"No one moved." Caroline admitted. My heart stopped.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him." Damon growled.

"Who is it?" Jeremy asked.

"Alaric," the four supernaturals replied in unison.

A/N: I think it goes without saying, but drama next chapter!
-Anneryn