A/N: Thank you guys for your enthusiastic reviews and your patience! Things should be back on track from now on, so I hope you're ready for some MPH goodness. ;P

I'm gonna take a moment to thank KaterinaPetrova for editing this story for the past year and an half, for her unconditional love and support, and for helping me improve my writing so damn much! Billions of thank yous from the bottom of my heart. I'm gonna miss you.

Now, lucky for us, Imogene Hemlock has agreed to take up the challenge of being my beta! She caught up on the published chapters as quickly as she could during the last couple of weeks while getting familiar with Vampire Diaries just so you guys wouldn't have to wait for too long and could have the best chapters possible to read! That deserves some love! Please welcome her warmly. :)

That being said, where were we...oh! Maya and Spencer finally being alone. That can't be good, can it? Happy reading! ;P

P.S. I posted another pic of Maya on my Tumblr and my Twitter! The links are on my profile page. ;)

P.S.2. I can't answer you, Parker, but thank so much for your review.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries or any of its characters. This is a work of fiction written for entertainment purposes, but the original characters and original storylines present in "My Paper Heart" are my own work.

Maya's POV

As I waited for Spencer to join me inside the restroom of the club, I began to grow nervous. Extremely nervous.

After Damon had not so subtly ambushed us, things had gone pretty smoothly. Spencer was smart and witty. Her straightforward manners made the flirting part easy, and soon, our dance moves became sultry, the space between us evaporating. Before I even realized it, our kisses and grinding had turned into a hot and heavy make-out session. If it wasn't for the nagging feeling Damon's intense stare caused in the back of my mind, I would have forgotten the crowd around us and ravished her body right then in the middle of the dance floor. Spencer seemed to come back to her senses the same moment I did. We exchanged a look, and no words needed to be said. I would go to the restroom first, Spencer following a couple of minutes later in hopes that no suspicion would be raised.

But now that the cause of my through-the-roof adrenaline and arousal levels wasn't around, I was seeing things a little bit clearer. Like the fact that I was about to break my incidental chastity vows. After two years, I was on the brink of having sex with someone that wasn't the girl I was in love with. And as much as I was trying to deny it, it meant that I was beginning to let go of the idea of Elena and I together. I wasn't entirely sure if I was ready for that just yet.

The other reason I was freaking out in the tiny, gloomy restroom I was currently in was kind of pathetic. I hadn't let anyone touch me or sleep with me for the past two years, and I was pretty certain that I didn't know how to do that anymore. I was feeling exposed and insecure.

On impulse, my hand gripped the handle; I was ready to flee. When I heard two sharp knocks on the other side of the door, my breath hitched in my throat, my heart skipping a beat. I paused and then inhaled deeply to brace myself before opening the door. Spencer sneaked in with one graceful move. She slammed and locked the door behind her and, not giving me time to say anything, pinned me roughly into the wall with her slender body. The strappy heels she was wearing made hertaller than me. For once, it was nice to be the smaller one. She wrapped her hand around the back of my skull and engulfed my lips. And just like that, all my hesitations disappeared. The sensation of her feverish mouth and tongue exploring mine silenced the rational part of my brain.

The arousal she had ignited inside me on the dance floor came back in full force when she ran her long fingers along my bare sides. I flattened my hands on the small of her back and pulled her closer to me. She moaned into the kiss, her hands snaking under the fabric of my top to massage my naked breasts, her fingers rolling over my nipples. I broke away from her lips to hiss in pleasure and attacked her neck hungrily, my hands tightening their grip around her waist. When she pinched one of my hardened nipples, my first instinct was to bite her flesh.

It startled me. Because my impulse had nothing to do with a gentle, soft nip, but everything to do with a harsh, marking bite. I wasn't sure what the hell had gotten into me. I always liked bites during sex, but the intensity of this one was on a whole different level. I wondered if it had something to do with the recent improvements of my abilities. What if they were somehow making me more animalistic? My senses and strength had increased every year since the day I was born, but lately, the progression had been peaking. I had no idea how my current body was going to react, and I hadn't had this kind of physical activity in two freaking years. I started to panic. What if I hurt her, too caught up in a lustful haze?

I suddenly noticed that Spencer was becoming aware of the fact that I wasn't really there with her. I focused on her again, trying my best to calm myself down. I just needed to remain extremely cautious with my movements, no matter what. I reassured myself with the thought that Damon was there to heal her and make her forget if things went a little too far.

I took a long, discreet breath, and decided to safely go for kissing the flesh exposed by the bow-tied oval cut-outs along her shoulder. She took this opportunity to lick the sensitive spot behind my ear and grind her hips against my center. My hands responded instinctively to her teasing, gliding downwards over her firm butt to grab the bottom of her tunic. I pulled the fabric up slowly, wedging it under the belt surrounding her waist.

Her wiry and endless legs were now exposed, as well as her black and white lace-trim cheeky panties. I raked my nails down her hips, making her whimper softly, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband to pull down the lingerie. When the fabric began to slide down her legs, she grabbed my wrists and pushed them away. She twisted her legs in a sexy motion and her underwear dropped toward the floor, pooling around her ankles. She stepped one foot out of it, and with a swift kick of her other leg, she brought it up to her hand. Looking at me playfully, she removed the panties from around her heel to shove it roughly in one of the tiny pockets of my jean shorts. My breath was coming out in shallow pants. Her eyes were dark with lust. She quickly reached for the button of my shorts and popped it open before unzipping it harshly. While sliding her hand into my underwear, she locked her burning eyes with mine. When she finally cupped my center, I moaned lowly. From that moment, every one of our moves became rushed and eager. Maybe in fear of getting caught. Maybe to muffle the tiny reasonable voices in the back of our minds. Our lips met hard and fast, kissing, biting, and stroking, trying to bear the intensity of the yearning burning into the pit of our stomachs. When she pushed one of her fingers inside me, my knees almost buckled. I had forgotten how amazing it felt to have someone else pleasuring your body. I dug my fingers into her hipbones for support, reminding myself just in time to be careful with my strength.

No more foreplay was needed. Her hand was already coated inside my panties, and her heat and wetness spread onto the top of my thigh as soon as I pushed it between her legs. I tightened my grip around her hips and made her grind her folds along my skin. She pulled her head away from my mouth to let a desperate moan escape her lips. She wrapped her free arm around my neck to hold herself up and buried her fingertips in my shoulder before pushing a second finger inside me. A groan rippled through my throat when she sped up her pace. With every back and forth I made her do along my thigh, her breasts crushed against mine through the fabric of our clothes. My hands crept down her smooth butt and grabbed her cheeks firmly. The new hold allowed me to make her bend even more against my thigh, causing her folds to spread apart. I pushed my leg further up into her center and she cried out into my ear. Increasing the pace of her pumping, she started to circle my clit with her thumb. My legs started trembling. Hers were slowly tightening their iron grip around me. When she rubbed my clit repeatedly, I lost it and settled a maddening rhythm for her. She arched her body into mine and, going along with my moves, began to rock her hips against my leg. When I felt her muscles tense under my hands, I crashed my lips against hers, giving her a passionate kiss. She suddenly froze and in a matter of seconds, her body shuddered violently, my mouth muffling her loud scream. The sensation of her trembling form holding me in a death grip ignited a slow tidal wave into the pit of my core. When her fingers jerked a few more times inside of me, the wave crashed over my entire body, overwhelming me. A deep, throaty moan escaped my mouth to die in hers, every one of my limbs shaking uncontrollably. She went limp against me, pressing me tightly into the wall. I didn't know how we had miraculously managed to stay upright, but I couldn't care less. My whole being was numb with bliss.

After a few moments that might have lasted a couple of minutes or an hour from what I could tell, our breaths finally became steady, both of us coming down off our high.

Suddenly, someone knocked timidly on the opposite side of the restroom door. We both gasped in surprise and exchanged a look. I could read shock and amusement in her eyes, and I was sure she could read the same in mine. We giggled childishly together before seriously panicking. She quickly pushed her tunic back into place and I buttoned up my shorts faster than I had ever done before. She replaced some locks of my hair absentmindedly, and her kind gesture made me smile. I reached up to wipe some lipstick from the corner of her lips with my thumb.

"Ready for the walk of shame?" Spencer whispered in a joking tone. I gave her a conniving smile and nodded. She unlocked the door, took a deep breath, and went through it with all the dignity she could pull out. Her attitude would have made me laugh if it hadn't been my turn to get out of the tiny room.I straightened myself up and put on a nonchalant face. I walked past five girls waiting in line behind the door. I kept my eyes from widening in shock, but even though I didn't give them a single glance and pretended to be unfazed, every inch of my skin was burning with shame. Spencer was waiting for me a bit further into a dark corner.

"Oh my god, do you think they heard us?" Spencer murmured once I had joined her.

"Probably." I gave a quick, uneasy glance to the line behind us and looked at her again. We both abruptly burst out laughing, earning ourselves a few disapproving glares from the girls waiting behind us.

"Do you do that often?" she finally asked once we became serious again.

"You mean sleep with strangers, or have sex in gloomy nightclub restrooms?" She chuckled at my question.

"Both."

"Well, no. I can't say I knew the whole family background of each of my previous…lovers, but they weren't strangers either. As for the bathroom part, definitely a first. You?"

"Unfortunately, it's not the first time I've hooked up with someone in such a convenient but not so glamorous place. I, however, never had sex with a stranger before…" She searched my face for a few seconds, a warm smile on her lips. "But I'm glad I did."

"Me too." I slowly took a step closer to her. She raised a hand to cup my cheek and put a soft peck on my lips.

"You're not from here, are you?" she asked before removing her hand. I shook my head. "Well, if you happen to come back to this area, you know where to find me." She followed her invitation with a coquettish chuckle to lighten the fact that we were most likely never going to see each other again.

"I do. It was a pleasure to meet you, Spencer." I gave her a quick but intent kiss before walking back toward civilization again.

"Likewise," she said behind me, a smile audible in her voice.

I walked across the dance floor with a goofy smile on my lips until I realized I was probably making what I had done with Spencer in the restrooms a little too obvious. I forced a blank expression on my face and looked nervously around for Damon. When I finally spotted him at the bar, he was holding a beer and was staring at me. I slid between sweaty bodies to join him.

"I thought you might be thirsty," he declared with a sly smirk, handing me the beer. I shot him a deadly glance but took the bottle nonetheless. I was indeed pretty thirsty. Ignoring him, I started to gulp down the fresh liquid when I noticed the bartender staring at me suspiciously, then to another corner of the club and finally at me again. I didn't need to check who she had just looked at. We had been busted. I finished my beer in one go.

"Hey, easy tiger! She really exhausted you, didn't she?" Damon teased in a suggestive tone. I slammed the empty bottle on the counter and grabbed him by his arm.

"Let's get out of here," I mumbled quickly, dragging him with me.

"Yes, ma'am!" He caught up with me and gave me a quick side-glance. "What's with the rush?" I glanced at the redhead behind the counter as a silent answer. He followed my gaze and realized what was happening. He winked at me playfully and increased his pace, tightening his arm around mine so I could keep up with his stride.

I only stopped walking once we were at a safe distance from the club. Letting go of Damon's arm, I bent over and sighed with relief.

"You know that the only thing they can do is to kick us out of the club, right?" Damon teased, clearly amused by my guilty attitude. I shot him an annoyed look but chuckled nonetheless.

"So, are you going to spill and tell me how it went?" He turned to the side to face me and flashed me a sharp grin.

"Not even in your wildest dreams," I shot back sternly, straightening myself up.

"Oh, come on! I'm the one who dragged you into that club! And if it wasn't for my initiative, you wouldn't have even spoken to that girl," he pointed out smugly. "The least you could do is share a bit of what happened in there."

I frowned, feeling uncomfortable, and wondered if he had already forgotten the talk we had before entering the club.

"I'm not telling you anything," I stated in a small, wary voice.

"I'm not asking for the kinky details…"

"Damon! Stop it." I silently pleaded with him to understand how highly inappropriate it was to have this conversation together. He became serious and looked at me intently for a few seconds.

"Look, I'm not saying that what happened inside that club tonight left me indifferent, but this is me trying to be a friend to you-and nothing more. So cope with me, will you?" There was a glint of sadness in his icy blue eyes, but I could tell he was being honest about moving on.

"You know, there are other ways to be a fr—"

"Damn it, are you going to tell me already or not?!" he cut me off in a comically exasperated tone. It took me by surprise, and I laughed despite myself. "Plus, I can already tell that you didn't just make out with her in those restrooms—you had sex. Maybe even wild sex." He eyed me from head to toe knowingly. "What I want to know is how you feel…better? Relieved?" I didn't answer his question or his teasing right away. There was something about what he said, the way he looked at me that had raised a red flag in the back of my mind. But I couldn't put my finger on it. Suddenly, it came down on me and I could feel my eyes widening in shock. I stumbled backwards to increase the distance between us.

"Oh my god…"

"What?" Damon asked, frowning in confusion.

"Oh my god! You…you can sm…" I trailed off, incapable of finishing my sentence. He was taken aback by my reaction but took a step toward me and reached out his arm to give me support.

"Do not come closer!" He froze in his spot, dumbfounded. "You can…smell it on me, can't you?" I wrapped my arms around my body in a defensive way.

"You're going to have to be more specific." I shot him an angry glare before I realized that he wasn't messing with me but genuinely asking. I struggled to make the embarrassing words come out.

"My…body fluids," I mumbled, unable to find another word to clarify what I meant. He raised his eyebrows, finally understanding what I had tried to get at.

"And hers," he replied innocently like it was the most natural thing in the world. My jaw dropped open, and I took several more steps backward. He clucked his tongue, annoyed.

"Maya, don't be ridiculous and stop running away from me!"

"How can you say that? I don't want you to sniff me!" I stepped backwards when he tried to walk closer to me again.

"It's too late for that," he joked in an effort ease the tension around us. I shuddered and closed my eyes for a second to dispel the picture in my head.

"Stop saying that."

"Oh come on. There's nothing to be ashamed of or offended about! It doesn't bother you when you're reeking of sweat after you go jogging."

"It's completely different! How can you not see that?" I shouted incredulously.

"What's the difference?" he asked casually, like it wasn't obvious.

"This is way more intimate! You're not supposed to know things like that about people unless you're a part of—"

"The hanky-panky?" he finished playfully. I glared at him. "Look, this is how it is for us vampires. We know what smell your body's oozing when you're scared or after you've run ten miles. We know the scent of your body wash as well as whether or not your feet stink! Smelling your—what did you call it?—body fluids at some point is as normal as smelling the other ones I mentioned."

"Oh God, I need a shower."

"Maya!" he scolded me strongly. "Stop acting crazy, will you? Unless you want to take a bath in the local fountain." He remained quiet for a second, an expectant look on his face. "That's what I thought. We're only an hour away from Mystic Falls. I think you'll survive till then."

I stayed rooted in my spot, giving him a stubborn frown. What was making the whole thing even worse was that I knew exactly what his super sense of smell looked like. I had breathed in whiffs of arousal as soon as I had stepped into the club earlier and it had made me instantly uncomfortable, even though they were perfect strangers to me. No way was I going to stand near Damon and fill his nose with my personal fragrances.

He crossed his arms over his chest, looking like a guy ready to bargain.

"I'm going to tell you once more that those kinds of things are part of vampires' everyday lives, but I'll roll down the car windows if you want." Palms up, he opened his arms around in a comical way. I couldn't help but crack a smile at his antics. I hesitated for a moment until I got an idea.

"Fine," I sighed. "But vampires don't need to breathe, am I right?"

"No, they don't."

"Then we'll open the windows and you'll hold your breath until we're in Mystic Falls and I'm out of the car!" He laughed at my conditions.

"Deal. Let's go."

Once we were settled, all windows open, Damon pulled out his car and started to drive us back home.

"So, are going to tell me what the lovely Spencer did to you, now? Or what you did to her?"

"Shut up, Damon." I laughed at his insistence, and he gave me a knowing grin.

"You could tell me if it worked, at least. Do you feel relieved of all that sexual tension the evil twin ignited in you?" He lost sight of the road for a second to look at me, curiosity shining in his eyes. "Are you still pissed about what happened with the other one?"

"Nope. I'm all relaxed and ready to face the world again," I declared enthusiastically. "Now stop talking or you're going to need to take a breath."

A/N: I know, I know, it's neither Katherine nor Elena! I'm evil like that. You're mad at me? Hit me...with a review, maybe. ;D