A/N: Hey people! So I just wanted to say that I have found THE perfect daylight ring for Cara, and if you're still interested to see what it looks like, I've put the link up! Also, sadly, I am gonna have to change my update schedule from once a week, to once or twice a month because of school and busyness :( Ooh, one more thing- CARA AND DAMON DON'T ACTUALLY HAVE TELEPATHY. It's just a series of looks they share that say what needs to be said. Okay, onward...

Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries.

Cara's POV

Still laying in bed after last night's rondevu with Damon, my phone rang. I hadn't even realized it was almost 11 am!

It's Elena...

"I'm suppose to help make the float for the Miss Mystic day parade. If I don't, I get the wrath of Caroline. But I wanted to check in first," she rambled to me.

"Okay then...Well I'm great, especially after last night. Damon and I had some pretty steamy hot-"

"OKAY DON'T NEED THE VISUAL, already heard enough of it last night. And I was asking about Stefan,"

"Damon warned you, Elena. We're grownups, we have sex, you need earplugs. It's just that simple."

"Stefan. I wanted to check in about Stefan?"

Damon stepped out of the shower, and walked across our whole room to a chair to get the towel. My eyes followed him the whole way before he winked and I snapped out of my trance, "Oh, him. He's terrible."

Concern jumped into her voice, "Why? What's wrong?"

I sighed, "He's just back to boring, straight-legged, stick up the ass Stefan. You've successfully cured him of anything interesting about his personality," I said matter-of-factly.

Elena's eye-rolling was basically visible through the telephone. I broke the silence,

"So, did Uncle John mention anything to you about Damon and I taking a field trip with the Teacher?"

"No, I've still been avoiding him. What's he up to?"

"I don't know but I'd love it if you could find out for me!"

"I don't know but- Hey, I've gotta go. I'm gonna be late."

"Have fun with Caroline," I said sarcastically, then hung up.

Beep.

I got out of bed, hair a total rat's nest, and completely naked. I didn't bother trying to cover up if Damon wasn't either, so I walked passed him and into the bathroom, starting up the shower again. I could feel his eyes burning into me as I walked away...

I stepped in the steamy hot water and let it soak my hair, as I started to sing a tune that's been stuck in my head for daaaaays...

"You make me feel like I'm losing my virginity
The first time, every time when you touch me
I make you bloom like a flower that you never seen
Under the sun we are one buzzing energy,"

"Time to wash, time to wash, wash my hair.. shampoo, shampoo... la-di da da da,"

"And even when seasons change
Our love still stays the same,"

"Rinse and condition... rinse and condition... la la laaaa,"

"You give me that hummingbird heartbeat
Spread my wings and make me fly
The taste of your honey is so sweet
When you give me that hummingbird heartbeat
Hummingbird heartbeat,"

"Oh, oh, hummingbird heartbeat
Oh, oh, hummingbird heartbeat,"

"Rinse it all out, brush-iddy-brush... and done!" I finished my little mash up of Hummingbird Heartbeat and my original Shower Song and turned off the shower. I stepped out and dried myself off with Damon's half-used towel, and then the soaking tips of my curly red hair. Stepping out from the ensuite I dropped the towel and walked over to the closet, taking a little time to figure out my outfit for the day.

Simultaneously I spotted Damon's grey shirt coming up the stairs, and my phone rang. I smirked casually at a drooling Damon and walked over to my nightstand and answered my phone, it was Ric.

"Hola, que pasa?"

"You and Damon should come to the school. We all need to discuss what happened to me last night."

"Well, hello to you too, Ricardo." I joked, while falling onto the bed and letting my damp hair flail out beside me.

(Yes I'm still naked.)

Damon was walking toward me now, and his eyes are dark. So I decided to tease him just a little bit more, "Sure, we'll be over ASAP, I just gotta get dressed."

"It's half past eleven and you're not dressed?"

"Eventful night, Ric. Let's leave it at that. Be there in twenty,"

Beep.

I tossed my Blackberry to the side and sat up on my elbows to see Damon. Standing there.. being all sexual.

"We have to go to school today," I stated.

Damon came closer and leaned over me, putting his weight all on one hand, Damon suddenly reached down and cupped my sex. I immediately feel hot, wet & horny. God what this man does to me.

"School can wait 'till after breakfast, can't it?" he asked with a smirk. I bit my bottom lip when he spread my juices and stroked my clit. I reached my face up, just centimeters from his, and I could feel him take a sharp intake of breath as my boobs brushed against his covered chest.

Leaving his question unanswered he kissed me passionately, and pushed me back onto the bed. Damon began to kiss his way down my stomach, caressing my hips and thighs with his sweet lips. I let my head fall back when a knot clenched deep and low in my belly, the anticipation of his next move. I felt his soft hair brush against the inside of my thighs, and I leaned onto my elbows to see him staring up at me with his icy blue eyes. He pushed my legs further part while wrapping one hand around the back of my right thigh.

He placed a kiss below my small triangle of pubic hair, and his tongue lashed out and struck my clit. Damon stroked up my now dripping wet slit with his tongue. My back arched off the bed and I spread my legs further apart for him.

"You taste so fucking good…" he murmured against my soaked folds, "You're so wet for me and I've barely touched you."

Damon's lips wrapped around my throbbing clit and began to suckle on it. I shrieked and trembled, my legs straining against his hold, trying to clench around his head. He moved his free hand up and grasped my left breast, teasing my nipple until it was erect. I moaned loudly and moved my hand to weave it through his raven hair.

"Damon! Ohhhh god, baby..."

My pleasure intensified rapidly when his long finger was pushed into my snug entrance. He pumped it in and out at a supernatural speed, the sound of his hand slapping quickly against my thighs almost to a hum. I screamed and moaned his name in pleasure as the knot deep in my belly finally released..

"AHHH! Fuck, DAMON!" He slowed his pace and removed his finger, replacing it with his tongue and licking up all my juices as I came crashing down from my high. I fell onto my back, panting and overwhelmed and D kissed up my stomach, dipping his tongue in my navel and all the way up to the valley between my breasts and then onto the bed and laid his full body weight into me.

"Delicious as always, Cara Ann..." He hummed into my neck. I lifted his head and stroked the sides of his smooth, shaved face and looked at him with hooded eyes..

"Mmm..." I mumbled out of words and kissed him tenderly. We layed like that for a few minutes until his 165 pounds of muscle got too heavy and he rolled off of me. I sighed with a smile, feeling refreshed and very, very loved...

Then reality struck.

"Shit! I have to get dressed!" I got up quickly and vamp sped to the closet. Deciding that I would pull out one piece of patterned clothing and just make an outfit from that, I ended up with a white spandex skirt that had an aztec pattern in black, pink, turquoise and I got a greyish-white cami and a pink knit cardigan, pulled on some sheer black stockings since it was cold, and grabbed my pink pair of hidden-wedge sneakers. I threw some random gold jewelry on a vwala! Done getting dressed within 2 minutes!

"Cara, why in such a rush?" D asked casually from the bed. I put his comment on the backburner and sed into the bathroom, quickly and messily tied half of my curly wet hair back in a twist, and them tightlined my eyes with some black liner and applied mascara. I rushed back into the bedroom, grabbed my black fringe purse from the closet and quickly transferred my necessities into the bag while replying to Damon,

"Because I told Ric we'd be at the school in twenty minutes!"

He got off the bed and walked towards me, "That's perfectly possible, why are you freaking out?"

I chuckled and looked at him with a smile, "I said that before you had breakfast. Now we gotta go."

I grabbed his hand and led his giggling ass downstairs, grabbed my car keys and raced Darcy to the school. Over the car ride Damon talked me into realizing that it wasn't our life's obligation to be responsible for Stefan and Elena's teenage drama and what happens to their teacher...

We're allowed to be an hour late!

So we walked calmly through the halls of Mystic Falls High until we reached Alaric's history class. Damon walked in first to Ric's friendly greeting,

"You're late."

I smirked at Ric and jabbed my thumb towards D, "Sorry, dog ate my...nevermind." I stopped on two points;

(a) The rest was very private and sexual information between Damon and I

(b) Elena and Stefan looked worried and scared shitless.

Damon seemed to notice too and asked, "Why all the furrowed brows?"

"I saw Isobel last night," Ric stated.

"Wait, Isobel's here?" I asked, he nodded, "In town?" He nodded again.

Damon looked at me with wide eyes and I began pacing the room and asking questions.

"Did you ask her about uncle John? Are they working together?"

"No."

Damon leaned on a desk, "No they're not?"

"No, I didn't ask her."

I continued, "Well what about the invention?"

"I didn't ask."

"Does she know about the tomb vampires?"

"I don't know."

Damon stood back up and mocked, "Did words completely escape you?"

"Yeah I was a little to distracted by my dead vampire wife to ask any questions!" he snapped at us.

I stopped pacing and sat on the desk Damon had been leaning on.

Damon broke the silence, "Well what does she want?"

"She wants to see me, Damon," Elena answered. I furrow my brows in concern...

Harsh for Elena. And I'm not being sarcastic.

Stefan catches my eye, "Alaric's supposed to set up a meeting, we don't know why or what she wants."

I look back at Elena, "Sweetie, you don't have to see her if you don't want to..."

"I don't really have a choice," she mumbled.

"She's threatening to going on a killing spree," Alaric informed us.

Damon shuffled over to me and smacked his lips, "Oh- I take it that's not okay with you guys?"

"I wanna do it," Elena stated, "I wanna meet her. If I don't, I know I'll regret it."

XXxxXxXxxXXXxX

"We should be IN THERE!" Damon yelled.

I'm pacing again, only this time out in town square with only Damon and Ric by my side.

"No. Isobel made it clear to stay out of the building while her and Elena catch up," Ric told me.

I scoffed, "I'm not gonna kill her in a crowded restaurant."

"You're not gonna kill her period. Neither one of you," Alaric said, wagging his finger from me to Damon.

"She ruined your life, and you still wanna protect her?" Damon asked.

"She's my wife," he said.

Damon and I both gave him a weird look.

"Was. Was my wife... I looked for the woman I married but she wasn't there. Whoever that is... is cold and detached."

"Yeah, she's given up her humanity!" I stated matter-of-factly.

I stopped pacing and Ric looked at me with furrowed brows, "Ya see I don't get that. Stefan has his humanity, he's a good guy. Damon's a dick and he kills people and you're a crazy little fireball, yet you still have the humanity to love each other," Damon came to my side and hugged me close when he said this. "But with Her there was.. There was nothing."

I crossed my arms, Damon dropping his hand to my skirtline, and contemplated my next move;

"You can turn it off. It's like a button you can push. But, ya see, Stefan's different- he wants to the human experience, he wants to feel every episode of How I Met Your Mother so he keeps his feelings on. But the problem is that being a vampire your instinct is not to feel," I told him.

"Isobel chose the easy road," Damon continued, "No guilt, no shame, no regret. I mean come on, if you could turn it off, wouldn't you?"

"You have," Ric stated/asked.

"Of course I have, both of us, at one point or another. That's why we're so fun to be around."

Damon turned us away from Ric and we walked around the towns square until we left and went to find out where Isobel lived.

XXxxXxxXxXxxXX

"Uh oh, Cara. You got me again! I hope I'm wearing my good underwear," Damon joked. After a few glasses of wine, Damon and I were sat in Isobel's living room playing strip poker. I was just in my skirt, bra, and black stockings. Damon, on the other hand, was about to unzip his pants when Isobel walked in, shooing away her half-naked minions that liked to watch.

"Wow, it's just one blast from the past to another," she said. I put my tank back on and Damon put his grey button up over his shoulders.

"No no no, please don't stop on my behalf," Isobel said. I walked forward a few steps,

"It's good to see you Isobel. I was just having fun with my naughty hunk of man," I bragged. I remember her having a bit of a crush on Damon from when he turned her... I'd brought her home to him as a gift and Isobel took it a little too seriously.

But hey, we ended up sharing her and killing her, so what's the harm?

"How'd you find me?" she asked with a smile. Damon sped forward so he was just inches away from her face,

"Went through all the bank-owned neighborhood foreclosures and found the most expensive one," he stated seductively.

"Ohh, hmmhmm, I should've known. You're the one who taught me that," she flirted. I let this continue under tight watch...

Damon knows what he's doing.

"What're you really doing here?" she asked seriously.

I came next to Damon and moved towards Isobel, "Well you caused quite a stir. Came into town, saw everyone except the one who made you," I twirled the ends of her hair flirtaciously, "I'm a little hurt."

"I'm so sorry," she hugged me, but then grabbed my curls and yanked my head to the side, "Did you bring the device?"

I escaped her hold and she walked away. Touching my head I moaned, "Oww."

A low groan escaped from Damon's chest, "What are you doing with John Gilbert?"

"We dated a few times when we were young... He was a little bit in love with me," she taunted.

Damon rolled his eyes, "I'm sure, one of many. Now what do you want with this little invention?"

"Me personally? I don't want anything with it, I'm just doing what I'm told."

She walked up really close to Damon, and I suppressed a growl. He grasped her chin and brought her face up to his. My fangs protruded and it took everything in me to keep myself grounded.

But like I said, Damon knows what he's doing and I trust him with everything in me.

"You know, Damon, we're on the same side, you and I."

I guess Isobel is completely ignoring the face that I'm here; that Damon and I are a team.

"Oh yeah, what side is that?" he replied.

"Katherine's." I clenched my fists at the sound of her name "She wants John Gilbert to have the device, and I think you and I both know she does rueful things when she doesn't get what she wants..."

Damon pushed her off of him and stood by me, "Why are you doing her dirty work?"

"Don't kill the messenger. We both know that you can't control Katherine, Damon. She does what she wants," Isobel stated.

He scoffed and stepped toward her, "So do I."

She sped up to him, "Oh really, Damon? You do?"

Damon chuckled and she lifted her lips centimeters from his, and I stood idly by. I can assure you Damon wouldn't DARE kiss another woman.

Although it pissed me off to think another woman would DARE to kiss him.

"Ohh, yeahhh... What should we do now?" she asked seductively.

Damon pushed her off of him forcefully, "By we, I say Cara and I should do what we want to do. You can watch," Damon spat. He then speeds at me, dipping me back so that my hair whisps the floor and he crashes his lips into mine and shoves his tongue in my mouth, forcefully making out with me. I smile inwardly knowing that Isobel is recovering, and witnessing us together with a scowl on her face.

I push Damon into the couch, and rather than straddling him I go for Isobel and push her back into the ground with my hand wrapped around her throat, finally letting out the anger that was building form earlier.

"Now that I've got your attention, listen up. You do not come into my town, threatening people I care about. Going after Elena? BAD MOVE. Flirting with my man? I'll rip you to pieces because I DO believe in killing the messenger. You know why?" I whispered, "because it sends a message."

She tried to get up but I smashed her head into the floor and continued, "Katherine wants something from me? Tell the little bitch to come get it herself."

I got up and grabbed Damon around the waist protectively and we walked out, I shielded my fangs with my lips as we went back to my car. I tossed my keys to Damon as I got in on the passenger side, and he slipped in the drivers seat. I sat there, with throbbing fangs and bloodshot eyes, waiting for him to drive us home.

"Can we g-"

"You can't do that," Damon interrupted. His eyes met mine and he leaned in, "You can't just pretend like that didn't mean anything. Caring so much about Elena... It's like you want to be her friend or something."

I rolled my eyes, "I don't care about Ele-"

"Yes you do. I saw that it there- You were trying to protect her from Isobel. I don't like it either, the way she's targeting that poor girl, but Cara, you have to stay focused. Elena's not our problem," Damon reached over and placed a hand on my nearly bare thigh.

Shit. He's right.. I close my eyes with a sigh and let my head fall against the seat.

"I know, Damon. Elena really doesn't mean that much to me. It's just that... Stefan's happy, and I-" I stopped there.

I have no clue what I'm saying... I don't think I want to say it.

"Babe, you can tell me. Trust me," he urged. I looked back at Damon and searched his eyes... I think I know what to say.

"It's the first time I've seen Stefan happy in such a long time... I just feel like I should be happy he's doing so well. So I guess I've been trying to see Elena from his point of view- the damsel in distress, the little duckling with a broken wing. Like wanting to help and protect her from this crazy, fucked up world. But it's hard for me to get that because.. well, to be totally honest I think she's kind of snooty."

He chuckled, "Kind of snooty. Sure."

I smiled, and I could feel my fangs at my lip, "Well yeah. So I guess I just want to be a part of Stefan's happiness for once... I know it's weird-"

"No, it's not," Damon argued, "I've been getting that lately too. I almost feel bad for him in a way... I mean, damn. Me, feeling sorry for Stefan. This is a fucked up world."

I leaned over the gear shift and kissed him quickly on the lips, "Hell yeah it is."

"You got that John's her father, right?" Damon asked.

"Elena's?" he nodded, "Yep."

D smiled and turned the keys in the ignition, heading home. I turned on the radio quietly and we listened to some light classic rock.

"Babe, you realize you're still all vamped," Damon said.

"Oh. I guess I didn't. My fangs kinda hurt," I stated.

"Maybe it's from all that growling," he joked. I laughed and leaned across to kiss his cheek.

He smiled and quickly kissed my forehead before pulling into the driveway to the house. We walked into the front living room, hand in hand. When we stepped foot into the library, headed down to the parlor, we were ambushed by three teenagers leaning against the desk.

"Damon, Cara! Hi! How has your day been so far?" Elena asked.

I rolled my eyes and put my free hand on my hip, "What do you want?"

I ain't no fool to sweet talk!

"We just wanted to talk to you," Stefan said.

"About what?" Damon asked.

"About the device," Bonnie stated.

She may be judgy, but at least she's honest.

Damon and I shared a look, "What about it?" he asked

"We want to give it to Isobel,"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT. I'm not giving the device to Isobel, so she can give it to John, who's gonna turn around and use it to kill me!"

"And me," I added, "I like being a living.../dead person!"

"But it'll be useless, Bonnie can take it's power away," Elena argued.

Damon scoffed, "I don't trust her."

"I can remove the original spell," Bonnie butted in.

"John and Isobel will never know," Elena added.

"No, no- I can get Jeremy my own way," Damon said.

"Really? How you gonna do that?" Stefan asked, "Because Isobel's a vampire and Jeremy could be dead the second you walk in the door."

Damon disregarded Stefan's reasoning and I looked over to Bonnie, "Are you even up to this?" She gave me a weird look,

"I mean, no offense, but you're no Emily Bennett," I crossed my arms over my bosom, "Emily knew what she was doing."

"I've been practicing," Bonnie said.

I scoffed, "It's not piano lessons, honey."

Suddenly she got up from leaning on the desk and walked right up to me, "What's your favorite book?"

"...What?" I rolled my eyes.

"Name a book. Any. Book."

I tapped my chin, "Name a book... How about 'Gone with the Wind,' Margaret Mitchell?"

Bonnie walked to the edge of the desk, and stood there in concentration for a minute. A book flew into my hands and Damon looked at it and stated,

"Margaret Mitchell...You know, I've always loved the name Scarlett," he told me, then looked back at Bonnie, "Great trick."

"We're doing this, Damon," Elena said, "And we're doing this my way. Give me the device."

Damon half-smiled at me and she continued, "We're wasting time here!"

"Hmm, I don't trust you," I said pointing at Bonnie, "My Damon tried to kill you."

"Hmm, you're right. You can't trust me."

"But you can trust me," Stefan said, stepping forward. He looked down at me, and I contemplated this.

I looked to Damon, and he...

He trusted him. I could see it in his eyes.

I reached over and slid my hand into Damon's back pocket, pulling out the strange device, and placed it in Stefan's hand.

"Thank you, Cara."

I rolled my eyes and leaned back into Damon and he walked us down to the couch a few steps down, into the parlor.

We sat down, and soon followed Stefan and Elena who sat down on the couch across from us. Bonnie stayed up at the desk, flipping through the grimoire with the device by her side.

"So, how long is this gonna take?" I asked up to the witch.

"I'll have to find the right spell and study it for a few minutes before conducting it on the device. Less than five minutes," She replied.

I sagged into Damon and rubbed my head, the hunger's still eating at me.

"You okay?" Elena asked.

"Yeah, just haven't fed in a while."

Without a word, Damon rolled up his sleeve, and offered me his right arm.

"Aw, baby," I gushed and kissed him tenderly. I pulled back and he smiled at me as my face changed. I took his hand in mine and kissed his pulsepoint, and closing my eyes I slowly slid my fangs in and he released a moan of pleasure.

"Eww, can you not do that in front of me? Seriously," Stefan turned away, and Damon moaned again.

I unhooked myself and looked up at Stefan slightly, blood lining my mouth, and smiled, "Why? Does this bother you?" I latched back onto Damon and he pulled me onto his lap with his left hand, pulling me back against his chest and biting into my own neck.

"Stefan, surely you've seen vampires drink from their spouse," Elena asked, slightly confused.

Stefan groaned again, then answered Elena, "Well I have, but it's not something you want to see. Blood-sharing is really intimate, they're basically... Well, it's kind of a ridiculously intense, almost spiritual experience- but with the pleasure of something along the lines of making out and... oral sex," Elena gagged a bit and Stefan stopped talking.

I detached from Damon's arm again as he released his hook on me, the wound immediately closing. I let out a moan and wrapped my right arm around his neck and kissed him hard. Just when he was starting to respond, Stefan and Elena ran up into the library shielding themselves, and Bonnie yelled,

"I'm ready!"

"Just get one with it, please! Take my attention away from that," Elena shrieked, nodding towards us.

I giggled a little and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and winked at her ;)

I slid off Damon and he kissed my cheek, then we walked up the few steps to the library area. We all stood at a good distance from the desk, where Bonnie had lit a candle and placed the device open on the table in front of her. She closed her eyes and lifted her hands above the device, and slowly the gears inside levitated. The lights flickered, the fireplace roared to life, and the candle's flame flew up a few inches.

Typical witchy stuff.

Then the device dropped, Bonnie opened her eyes, and as calm as a cucumber she said,

"Done."

"Great, now what?" Damon asked.

Elena walked over to the device and put it back together, "Now we give it to Isobel."

XxXXXxXxxXxXXxx

"Did you see her? It looked like she was about to barf," I whispered to Damon.

We're standing in the dark in the middle of town square with Stefan, waiting for Isobel to show up.

"I thought she might," he whispered back with a smile.

"Can you please stop talking about it? I think you scarred her for life," Stefan whisper-yelled back.

Jeez. Calm down.

"Whatever," I replied. I'd traded the pink knit sweater for my black leather jacket since it'd gotten colder, and I hugged it tight around me as I saw the chilling Isobel approach Elena.

"Where's the device?" she asked.

"Where's my brother?"

"Give me the device, this isn't a negotiation," Isobel said sharply.

Elena crossed her arms, "Where's my brother?"

"Do you really think that I came alone?" Behind Elena two of Isobel's compelled minions appeared. I positioned myself ready to attack, stepping forward with the other two Salvatore's as Elena said,

"Do you really think that I came alone?" Isobel turned around and saw us three, and I smirked devilishly at her. She turned back to Elena,

"For God's sake, call home."

"What?"

"Call home, ask to speak to your brother Jeremy."

Wow, how freaking stupid do I feel right now. Sure enough, Elena hung up the phone with her safe little brother, in the hands of Uncle John and Aunt Jenna.

"You were never gonna hurt him," Elena stated.

"No, I was gonna kill him."

Elena frowned, and Isobel continued, "Don't look for any redeeming qualities in me... I don't have any."

"But you took a risk! At the Grill you told me that Cara would give the device to Stefan, how'd you know?"

"Because she pity's his undying puppy love."

Elena shot a look at him, and Stefan's gaze dropped to his feet.

Damon and I looked to each other, and had one of our famous telepathic conversations,

D: You know she's right.

Me: Oh, shut up.

D: I hope he knows I'll kill him if he makes a move,

Me: He won't. He loves Elena... But sometimes I feel like it's me in the back of his mind.

Elena walked up to Isobel and gave her the invention, "Thank you. For being a monumental disappointment- Keeps the memory of my real mother perfectly intact."

"Goodbye, Elena," Isobel paused dramatically, and as Elena walked away she continued, "As long as you have the younger Salvatore on your arm, and the other hopelessly devoted to Cara, you're in for friction. Katherine was smart, she got out. But we all know you're not Katherine."

And then she walked away.

Stefan went over to console Elena, and hugged her to him, normal stuff. But when they turned, Elena shot a loving look at Damon, to which he scrunched his nose in disgust. They turned again and Stefan gave me the same look, and that's when Damon turned us around and we left.

XxxXxXXXxxX

Damon was just pouring a drink when Stefan and Elena walked into the parlour.

"Would you like one?" Damon asked politely.

"Or would you rather me throw it in your face?" I asked.

I didn't call either one of them out because frankly- I'd throw that whiskey into either of their faces.

Stefan sighed, "Say it. Whatever it is- purge. Get it out."

"It's about what Isobel said," Damon said calmly.

"What about it?" Elena asked him.

See? Have you noticed how she does that? Only replies to Damon, only willingly talks to Damon. Ugh, bitch.

Damon sighed and sipped his drink, "Well, if this wasn't part of your knowledge, Katherine kinda-sorta was obsessed with me."

"And Stefan kinda-sorta was in love with me," I added.

"Was not," Stefan whined.

See? Any mention of the old days and he turns right back into that in-denial, little 16-year-old boy with the hopeless crush.

"You can see how this was a deadly mixture of emotions," Damon stated.

"That's what got them together. Katherine wanting both Salvatore's to herself, but in the end neither really loved her," I said matter-of-factly. I walked up to Elena's face and I said,

"So at the risk of sounding like a threatening, jealous wife-"

"Oh, there's no risk, you do. And you're not married yet," she said. I rolled my eyes,

"Right, whatever, same thing- history will not be repeating itself. In our concern," I nodded back to Damon, "You understand what I'm saying?"

"Ya, sure," Elena said a small goodbye to Stefan before walking out of the room cautiously and out to her car to leave.

Damon sped up to Stefan threateningly, "Do you understand?"

"Yes, man, whatever. I love Elena," he said.

I could basically see him sweating.

"And I try to consider us friends, and in all honesty as her friend I wasn't looking forward to telling her the truth anyway. I'll let you do it, since you love her so much," I said, taking a sip of Damon's drink.

Stefan rolled his eyes, "What truth?"

"You know, about John? Cause I know you two don't like to keep secrets from each other," Damon answered.

Worded like a question but spoken annoyedly like words, "What are you talking about."

Damon scoffed, "Are we the only ones around here who have the ability to put two and two together?"

I downed the rest of the drink and slammed the glass onto the table, "Isobel. Hellooo?" Stefan shrugged.

"She dated John when she was fifteen, she gets pregnant, and ends up at the doctor's office of John's brother. Now what do you think John's role is in all this, hm?"

"I mean," Damon interrupted, "come on. Think about it, I'll wait. You get it? You there yet? Hmm?" he teased, looking at his watch.

Stefan just crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, but after thinking about what we said for just a slight moment, he says,

"So you think that, John is Elena's... father?"

"Ding ding ding ding ding!" I shouted.

"And what proof do you have?" he scoffed.

"Psh, we don't need any proof. That's a DNA test for John, Elena, and Maury Povich to deal with."

Damon put away the liquor, "But I know that you do well with these great, big bombshells- so I'll let you deal with it. Sleep tight."

I smiled, then Damon and I walked upstairs to bed.

The moment we walked into our room, I kicked off my shoes/heels and jumped onto the bed with a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Damon asked with a smile, flopping down next to me. I turned to my left and sat up on my elbow.

"It felt good telling her off," I pecked his lips and skipped to the bathroom.

"I know how you feel," he called out to me. I took my hair out, and pulled it all back. I wiped off my makeup, then went back into the bedroom to get undressed.

"Stefan definitely knows not to make a move now," I said. Damon smirked and took off his jacket then started undoing his shirt. I peeled off my skirt, dragging the pantyhose along with it, then my tank.

"You taking a shower tonight?" Damon asked.

"Yeah, gonna braid my hair for tomorrow."

Sometimes I take a shower at night, too, so it's wet when I french braid it, making slightly bigger/fuller curls than my natural ones for the next morning.

Damon came behind me, and brushed my messy curls over my shoulder and unclasping my bra he asked, "Can I join?"

I smiled and turned around, letting my bra fall off my shoulders, and kissed him. Short and sweet.

I pulled back and mumbled, "Only if you wash me."

"Gladly," Damon agreed and took off his pants, then jogged to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. I slid off my panties and quickly ran into the bathroom, sliding in the shower before Damon. I stepped under the steamy hot water and closed my eyes, letting it wash over and cleanse my face. With my eyes closed I turned around and leaned my head back, feeling the water seep through my mane and soak it down to a dark, unrecognizable red. I reached my hands back to ring it out and bring it over my shoulder. I stepped forward, out of the water, and opened my eyes just as Damon stepped in.

Without nothing but a smile he grabbed my bottle of my lilac, lavender and vanilla scented shampoo and poured some into his hands.

"Turn around," he instructed. I obeyed, and I closed my eyes as the water cascaded over my breasts. I hummed as Damon's lathered hands found my scalp and he slowly massaged the shampoo into my hair from head to tip. I turned back around and kissed him on the lips, but he disconnected quickly with a smile and told me,

"Tilt your head back." Once again I followed his commands and tilted my head into the hot stream of the water, placing my hands blindly on Damon for stability until I found his shoulders. Smiling, I traced my hands down the front of his body and he tousled my soapy hair to rinse it in the water.

What a body... Through his small patch of chest hair, down his ribs and over all eight (yes eight) of his abdominal muscles. But rather than continuing down, I giggled and grabbed his hips and pulled him into me. He grabbed my hair into one of his hands and I opened my eyes, seeing him smirk down at me.

"Hi."

"Hi," he replied, then kissed me. Again, it ended sooner than I wanted it to, and he turned me around before falling under trance of my disapproving pout. I could here him squirt my lavender/vanilla conditioner into his hands, then rubbing them together and he wove his large fingers through my wet curls. I turned around again, and switched our positions so that he was under the water. I took his own body wash and dolloped a small dose of the Damon-scented soap onto our loofah.

He looked down at me and I started from his shoulders, then across his collarbone and over his chest. By then he'd pulled me into him and a boyish grin was spread wide on his face; the kind of smile that reminded you he was physically only twenty-four. I continued my lather down his stomach, and then turned him around before going further.

I could see him peeking over his shoulder at me, smiling to himself because I had to stand on my toes to properly reach his back. I went all the wad down, making no move whatsoever. Ya know, we can have a sweet, couple-y shower with no sexual intentions every once in awhile.

Note: once in awhile

He returned the favor, then we switched spots again so I could wash the creme rinse out of my hair, then Damon kissed my shoulder and stepped out. I hummed a piece of a melody for the next few minutes while I was finishing up, and by the time I slipped out Damon was already waiting for me in bed, his hair still damp. But I saw that on the counter, Damon already got out my brush, two hair ties, and a pick comb out for me- how sweet!

I towel dried my hair and body, then brushed my locks all the way down smooth, and the tips reached my bellybutton. I took the styling comb and parted my hair just above the middle of my left eye, then at the back of my head angled it back to the middle.

I mean, nobody looks good in middle parts. Come on.

I french braided each side close to my head, then tied the ends with the two elastics. I put the brush and the comb away, and walked back to our room and slipped into my side of the bed, turning off the side lamp. I kissed Damon's lips and he whispered,

"Goodnight," pulled me back against his chest and wrapping his right arm over my waist.

I snuggled into him a bit more and sighed, "Night, love you."

"You too."

A/N: So a sweet night for the two (almost) married lovebirds, and a not-so sweet night for the younger ones. So, SO sorry for the wait... It's been a hell of a month. Like I said I'm gonna have to reduce updates to just once or twice a month, but the chapters will be longer and more refined. Please, please review! It's what motivates me to write. Thanks to all of you who've stuck around, favoriting and following! It's so great to have readers! Well, I better go eat dinner..

So farewell for now,

xoxo