Here you go, new chapter. Warning, there's a long smut scene at the beginning. Sorry if that's not your thing (but then why are you reading this story?). Also, the 'missing' scenes are the same as the canon episode so I didn't include them (except for the ones between Vicki, Tyler and Jeremy because there's no Jeremy). And Bonnie might not be a witch here, but she still had the same bad feeling about Stefan (due to her Banshee powers waking up) so Elena still decided to invite her and Stefan to dinner, and Caroline and Damon crash it like in canon, but here there's Blair too. Hope you like it, tell me what you think!
Chapter 5
The Game (Part 1)
"That was just the appetizer," Damon said, his gaze drinking in the sight of Blair sprawled across his bed, chest rising and falling with each breath, her skin flushed with the afterglow of pleasure. Her dress had bunched at her waist, leaving her lower half completely exposed to his hungry eyes. Her pussy glistened, pink and swollen from her earlier orgasm—perfectly smooth and hairless, offering him an unobstructed view of every intimate detail. The rest of her remained covered, her dress now like an offensive barrier between them. "Time for the main course. But first, let's get this off of you."
Blair's eyes glinted with challenge. "Big promises. Let's see if you can deliver."
He slid his hands beneath her, lifting her effortlessly until she was in a sitting position. His fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress, drawing it down with a soft purr of metal. The fabric loosened, slipping down her shoulders, exposing unblemished olive skin and the swell of her breasts.
"Lift," Damon commanded, his voice rough with desire. Blair complied, raising her hips so he could tug the dress down, past her thighs, her knees, until it was nothing more than a discarded puddle of cotton on the floor. She wore nothing underneath, her body bare and open to his gaze.
Blair leaned back, her elbows propping her up, her legs spread wide in invitation. Damon stepped back to admire the view. In over a century and a half of existence, he'd seen countless beautiful women, but there was something uniquely captivating about Blair Gilbert.
His eyes roved over her, taking in every inch of her naked form, her body a feast for his eyes. Her breasts were big, full and perky, her nipples hardened into tight peaks. Her stomach was flat and toned, her hips flaring out into generous curves. She made no move to cover herself, no shame or modesty in her pose. The sight was intoxicating, and Damon felt his arousal spike. Her taste still lingered in his mouth, a sweet and heady reminder of her pleasure.
"Like what you see?" she asked, one eyebrow raised. She was a queen, confident in her power, and Damon was more than ready to worship her.
"Immensely." No word seemed enough to describe her. Spread out before him, completely naked, completely exposed, she was a work of art. All generous curves and lean muscles, her body was made for sin.
"Are you just going to keep staring or are you finally going to fuck me?"
Damon chuckled. "So bossy. Maybe I just want to play with you a little more first. Feast on these beautiful tits."
He climbed onto the bed, settling himself between her legs. He leaned down, and cupped her breasts, each one too big to be contained in a single palm. His thumbs brushed over nipples, drawing out a gasp from deep between her. He leaned down, his mouth replacing his thumb, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak.
She arched into him, a sharp intake of breath her only response. He sucked, his cheeks hollowing out, drawing a moan from deep within her. His hand cupped her other breast, thumb brushing over the nipple, mirroring the movements of his tongue.
"God, Damon..." Blair's voice was a husky whisper, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He obliged, taking more of her into his mouth, his tongue lashing against her sensitive flesh. Her skin was hot, her heartbeat a rapid tempo against his lips.
His cock throbbed with every touch, every taste, straining against his pants, making him groan against her skin. He was harder than he remembered being in a long time. The urge to bury himself inside her was torturous, but he held off. First, he wanted to make her come again, to feel her body shudder and clench around his fingers.
He gave one nipple his attention, licking and sucking and nipping gently with his teeth, before giving the other the same treatment. He alternated back and forth, setting a maddeningly rhythm, a torture for her as well as him.
Blair gasped, her back arching as she pressed herself closer to his mouth. "Damon, please..." Her voice was breathy, needy, and it only spurred him on.
He brought two fingers to her dripping slit, slipping them inside her without preamble. She was still soaked from her earlier climax, her walls clutching greedily at the digits.
"You're so fucking wet. So wet for me. So tight and hot," he growled against her breast, his own hunger fueled by her desire.
Her legs locked around his waist, an attempt to draw him closer, to take more of him inside her.
He added a third finger, stretching her, each thrust of his hand bringing her closer to the edge.
He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them just right to stroke that sensitive spot within her. His thumb found her clit, rubbing quick circles around the swollen nub.
"Damon!" Blair cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. He could feel her tightening around him, her body trembling on the verge of pleasure. "Fuck, don't stop!"
But Damon was far from satisfied. He withdrew his fingers with a soft pop, a triumphant grin on his face. Blair whined, face flushed and green eyes luminous.
"Not yet," he murmured against her skin, his voice a low rumble.
He gripped her thighs, pushing her legs wide in a perfect front split, pussy on full display, nothing hidden from his view, her pink, swollen lips soaked with her arousal, her excitement dripping down to pool on the bed beneath her.
He groaned. She was one of the most erotic sights he'd ever seen in his long life, her body writhing with desire, her breasts heaving with every breath. "Look at yourself, spread open for me like that," he murmured, one hand resting on her stomach while the other caressed the inside of her thigh, teasing her sensitive skin. "Gorgeous."
Blair whimpered. "Damon…please."
"Please, what?"
"Please, I need to come. Make me come."
"Hm, I think not. You're going to make yourself come instead. You're going to fuck yourself with my fingers," he said, voice deceptively casual. "Put on a show for me, like the dirty girl you are."
Blair's eyes flashed, wild and defiant, but she complied, reaching down to grab his wrist. She guided his hand to her entrance, sliding two of his fingers inside her. She gasped, her hips lifting off the bed as she began to move, fucking herself on his hand with abandon.
Damon watched, transfixed, as his fingers disappeared inside her, reappearing slick and shiny with her juices. He could feel her tightening around him, her walls clenching as she rode his hand.
She was a sight to behold, her body undulating, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her breaths coming in short gasps. Damon was so hard, he had to grip himself through his jeans, the friction barely enough to keep him from exploding.
"That's it," he encouraged, his eyes locked on her pussy swallowing his fingers, his voice a low growl. "Fuck yourself good. Show me how much you want it. Get yourself off for me."
Blair's moans filled the room, her movements became frantic, her hips bucking wildly as she chased her release. She was close, her body trembling, her breath hitching. Sweat beaded on her skin, her cheeks flushed a deep red.
Damon could feel her tightening around his fingers, impossibly tight, her orgasm imminent. His own arousal was unbearable. Damon felt as though he was on fire, his entire body burning with the need to possess her. "Come on," he urged, his voice rough. "Let me see you come. Let me hear you scream."
With a final thrust and a cry, she came, her body convulsing, her hips jerking as she rode out her pleasure.
As she came down from her high, Damon withdrew his fingers, glistening with her juices. He brought them to her lips, tracing the outline of her mouth. "Lick them clean," he commanded. "See how good you taste."
Blair didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth, sucking his fingers inside. She swirled her tongue around them, licking off every last drop of her release. She sucked them like she would a cock, her cheeks hollowing out, her eyes locked onto his.
Damon groaned, his cock throbbing at the sight. He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to be inside her."Good girl," he praised, his voice a dark promise of what was to come.
"You're still dressed," she pouted, lips still glossed with her own arousal. "Not really fair, is it?"
"You're dying for my cock now, aren't you?"
"Yes," she whimpered, hips arching in the air, her pussy presented to him like an offer. "Please, Damon. Please, fuck me raw."
"Oh, I will."
Damon stood, his hands moving to his shirt, undoing the buttons with deft fingers. Blair watched, her breath still coming in ragged gasps, as he revealed inch after inch of sculpted muscle, a smattering of dark hair covering his chest. He shrugged out of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor, then moved to his pants, unbuckling his belt and sliding them down his legs. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, so engorged it was almost purple, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
Blair's eyes widened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Commando, huh?"
Damon smirked. "Easy access."
"Hurry," she urged, green eyes wide and hungry as she lay spread eagle on the bed, her pussy still glistening with her juices.
Damon knelt on the bed, his hands gripping her ankles, pushing them up and out, until her thighs framed her face, knees touching the mattress. Blair's flexibility was astounding, her body bending to his will like warm clay.
He leaned down, his cock brushing against her clit, making her gasp. He teased her opening with the head of his cock, rubbing back and forth, making her moan. He wanted to drive her wild, to make her crave his thrusts inside her.
"Damon, please," she whined, arching her back, pushing herself against him.
He gave in to her pleas. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her. "Fuck," he growled as he entered her, the sensation nearly overwhelming. She was impossibly tight, wet, and scorching hot around him. Her internal muscles contracted deliberately, gripping him in a way that made his vision blur momentarily.
Blair gasped, her back arching as she took all of him. Damon groaned, her tightness enveloping him, her heat searing him. He began to move, his hips pistoning, his cock driving into her with forceful strokes.
The sensation of her writhing beneath him stirred something primal within Damon. He'd expected this to be good but the raw intensity between them caught him off guard.
Blair matched him thrust for thrust, responding to his every touch with uninhibited passion, her hips rising to meet his with perfect timing, her legs bending at an almost impossible angle. The position allowed Damon to go deeper, to fill her completely.
Her eyes remained locked with his, emerald green darkened to the color of a forest at midnight. There was something intoxicating about her gaze—the absence of fear, the presence of raw desire, holding nothing back.
Damon began to pound into her, taking her with rough strokes. He could feel her inner walls clenching around him. She was incredibly responsive, her body moving in perfect synchrony with his.
"Fuck, you feel incredible." Damon groaned, his eyes rolling back as her vaginal muscles gripped his cock like a velvet vice. She was tight, so tight, and the sensation was overwhelming. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing, but he held on, determined to make her come again.
Blair moaned, her body writhing beneath him, glistening with sweat, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wild. She was close, he could feel it, her muscles fluttering around him, her breath coming in short gasps.
He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. His hand snaked between their bodies, finding her clit, rubbing quick circles around the sensitive nub.
"Damon," she panted, her eyes meeting his, glazed with pleasure. "Bite me. Please."
She tilted her head, exposing her neck, offering herself to him. Damon's fangs ached, his hunger roaring to life. He bit down on his lip, trying to hold back his own release, but it was nearly impossible. He was teetering on the edge, her tightness and her climax setting him off. As her orgasm peaked, he bit into her neck, his fangs piercing her skin.
Blair cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her full force. Her muscles clamped down on him, her blood flooding his mouth. Damon groaned, the taste of her intoxicating, the feel of her overwhelming. He struggled to hold on, to not come undone.
Her blood was like ambrosia, sweet and rich, filling him with a heady rush. He could feel his orgasm building, stronger and more intense with each heartbeat. He pulled out, only to reenter her in a deep, hard thrust, teeth still buried in her neck.
Blair wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, as he continued to bite and suck on her neck, drawing out her orgasm, making it last as long as possible.
"Harder," Blair begged, her voice a husky whisper. "Bite me harder, Damon."
Damon complied, his fangs sinking deeper, his cock pounding into her with renewed vigor. Blair's body shuddered, her orgasm intensifying. Damon fought his own, his body trembling with the effort not to come, his mind a haze of pleasure and hunger.
Blair kept riding her orgasm but Damon didn't give her a chance to catch her breath, keeping up the quick, hard rhythm even as she came down from her high. He could feel her walls still convulsing around him, drawing out every last drop of pleasure, but he was far from done.
He pulled out of her, his cock slick with her juices.
"On your knees," he commanded, his voice a low growl, cock so hard it was painful. She obeyed, rolling unto her stomach, then pushing up onto her hands and knees. She looked back at him—green eyes filled with lust and challenge.
Damon stared, unable to help himself. She was truly a sight, ass raised in the air, her back arching in a perfect curve, legs spread wide—offering herself up once again to him—pussy swollen, pink, and dripping, her release trickling down her thighs. Absolutely shameless.
Damon ran his hands over her ass, admiring the firm globes, his thumbs spreading her cheeks, exposing every inch of her.
"You have the most perfect ass," he murmured. He raised his hand, bringing it down on her flesh with a sharp smack. Blair yelped, her body jerking forward, a red handprint blooming on her skin.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Again," she demanded, looking back at him, eyes wild with desire. "Do it again."
Damon grinned, obliging her. He spanked her again, and again, each smack echoing through the room, each one eliciting a moan from deep within her. Her ass reddened, the sight sending a surge of primal satisfaction through him.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice a dark purr. "Such a little slut, aren't you?"
"Yes," she gasped, pushing back against him. "Yes, I am. So fuck me like one."
With a groan, Damon gripped his cock, guiding it to her entrance, pushing himself inside her once again.
Blair cried out, her back arching, her body pushing back to meet his. Damon groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, holding her still as he began to move. He fucked her hard, each thrust drawing a moan from deep within her.
"God, you feel so good," he growled, his body slapping against hers, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room. "So fucking tight. So fucking wet."
"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me harder."
Damon complied, his grip on her hips tightening, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing quick circles around the sensitive nub. She contracted her muscles around him again, and Damon saw stars, his cock throbbing, his balls drawing up tight.
Blair gasped, voice muffled by the pillow, her body convulsing as she came around his cock, pussy contracting fiercely around him while her orgasm crashed over her.
And with that, Damon groaned and let go, his own orgasm exploding within him. He thrust into her, once, twice, a third time, before burying himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing, his release filling her. His vision swam, darkness creeping in at the edges, the intensity of his climax almost too much to bear.
He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily, his body spent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Blair trembled beneath him, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
They lay there for several moments, locked together, his softening cock still inside her, both panting despite his lack of need for oxygen. Blair's eyes, when they finally opened, held a mixture of satisfaction and renewed challenge.
"Not bad, Mr. Salvatore," she said with a smirk. "But you'll have to do better in order to wear me out."
Damon raised an eyebrow, both surprised and pleased by her resilience. "Oh, don't worry," he said. "I'm just getting started."
What followed was unlike anything Damon had experienced in his long existence. They moved from the bed to the floor, from the floor to against the wall, from the wall to the shower. Each location brought new positions, new sensations, new discoveries about what made the other gasp and moan and shudder with pleasure.
Throughout it all, Blair matched him with surprising endurance. Where other lovers would have collapsed in exhaustion, she seemed to draw energy from each climax, coming back for more with renewed vigor.
"No man has ever managed to wear me out," she'd told him between rounds, her voice a breathless challenge. "Not even close."
Damon had taken her words as a personal challenge, determined to be the first. But as the night wore on, even he—with his supernatural stamina—had to admit defeat. She was insatiable, responding to his every touch as if it were the first, her body recovering with remarkable speed.
"Are you a succubus as well as a witch?" He'd asked her at one point, in jest. Blair had laughed, then proceeded to climb on his lap to give him the ride of his unlife.
As dawn approached, they found themselves back on what remained of the bed, the headboard broken and hanging at an awkward angle, a significant crack in the wall behind it marking the force of their passion. The sheets were tangled and damp, furniture askew from their activities. Blair lay beside him, her breathing finally slowing, her skin glistening with sweat in the dim light filtering through the curtains, surveying the destruction around them with evident satisfaction.
"I think," she said, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, "that might be the closest anyone's come to actually tiring me out."
Damon propped himself on one elbow, studying her with newfound appreciation. "High praise," he murmured, tracing a finger along the curve of her hip. "Though I notice you're not actually asleep yet."
Blair turned to face him, her green eyes bright despite the hours of exertion. "Maybe next time."
Next time. Yes, there was definitely going to be a next time. And many more times to come.
"I should go," she said, making no move to leave. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand and groaned. "I still have classes to go to."
"I could drive you to school."
Blair raised an eyebrow. "Quite the gentleman. Will you be making me breakfast too?"
"As a matter of fact," Damon said, rolling out of bed in one fluid motion, "I make an excellent omelet."
Blair laughed, the sound surprisingly musical. "You can cook? Wow, a vampire of many talents."
"You have no idea," Damon replied with a wink.
The bite marks on her neck would be difficult to hide. Blair seemed to read his thoughts as her fingers traced the punctures.
"Concealer," she said with a shrug. "I'm a pro."
Damon shook his head, moving to sit beside her. "No need. Here." He bit into his wrist and offered it to her, blood welling from the wound. "My blood will heal you."
He wondered if this would be the moment when she would turn away, deciding it was too much for her. But he should have known better at this point.
Blair studied the blood with curiosity rather than revulsion. "Convenient," she murmured before pressing her lips to his wrist.
The sensation of her mouth drawing his blood sent an unexpected jolt of pleasure through Damon's body. He hadn't anticipated how arousing it would be to see her taking his blood so willingly, her eyes locked on his as she drank.
By the time she pulled away, the wounds on her neck had already begun to fade, but Damon found himself hard again, desire pulsing through him with renewed intensity.
"We'll be late for breakfast if you keep looking at me like that," Blair observed with a knowing smirk, her tongue darting out to catch a drop of blood on her lower lip.
"Worth it," Damon replied, pulling her back onto the bed for one more round.
An hour later, Blair sat at the kitchen island, watching as Damon expertly flipped an omelet loaded with cheese, mushrooms, and herbs. She'd borrowed one of his shirts, the dark fabric hanging loosely over her frame, her legs bare beneath it.
"I didn't take you for the domestic type," she commented, sipping a cup of tea.
Damon slid the perfect omelet onto a plate and placed it before her. "In 145 years, you pick up a few skills. Cooking happens to be one of mine."
"What are the others?" Blair asked, taking a bite and making an appreciative sound.
"Beside incredible sexual prowess?" Damon smirked, leaning against the counter. "Dancing."
The kitchen door swung open with a creak, and Zach Salvatore froze in the doorway. His eyes darted from Blair—wearing nothing but Damon's shirt—to Damon himself, who stood by the stove with a spatula in hand, looking entirely too comfortable for Zach's liking.
"Morning, Uncle Zach," Damon said, his voice deliberately light. "Perfect timing. I was just making breakfast."
Zach's jaw tightened, his gaze settling on Blair with obvious concern.
"Hungry?" Damon gestured to the stove. "I can whip up another omelet. We've got plenty of eggs."
Zach hesitated, clearly torn between leaving and staying to ensure Blair's safety. His protective instincts won out. "Actually, I think I will join you."
"Excellent," Damon said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He turned back to the stove, cracking eggs into a bowl with practiced ease.
Zach pulled out the chair across from Blair, his posture stiff and vigilant. "Blair," he acknowledged with a nod. "I see you decided to stay after your... arrival last night."
"Mr. Salvatore," Blair replied, setting down her fork. "Yes, the night ran longer than expected."
"I imagine it did." Zach's eyes narrowed slightly as they flicked toward Damon's back. "Is everything alright?"
Blair's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Perfectly alright. Damon's been quite the devoted host."
Damon returned to the table with a fresh omelet for Zach and a cup of coffee for himself. He slid onto the stool beside Blair, his thigh pressing against hers.
"Blair's the perfect guest," Damon added, his hand disappearing beneath the table as he sipped his coffee with his other hand.
Blair's breath caught imperceptibly as Damon's fingers traced a path up her bare thigh. The corner of her mouth twitched upward as she took another bite of her omelet, deliberately shifting her position to give him better access.
"So, Mr. Salvatore," she said, her voice steady despite the way Damon's fingers were now exploring between her thighs, finding her already slick with anticipation, "have you lived in Mystic Falls your whole life?"
Zach's attention was fixed on Blair's face, searching for any sign of distress. "Most of it, yes. The Salvatore family has deep roots here."
"Deep roots," Damon echoed, sliding two fingers inside her while his thumb circled her sensitive bud. "Though some of us prefer to wander."
Blair took a sip of her tea, using the moment to part her legs further under the table. Her breathing remained measured even as Damon increased his pace, his skilled fingers working her toward a peak that was rapidly approaching.
"The Gilberts have been here just as long," Blair continued, her tone conversational despite the growing tension in her body. "Our families share quite a history."
"A history you're remarkably well-versed in," Damon added, curling his fingers inside her just right, his thumb applying perfect pressure where she needed it most.
Blair's grip on her fork tightened slightly, the only outward sign of what was happening beneath the table as waves of pleasure began to crest within her. Her expression remained perfectly controlled, though a faint flush had crept into her cheeks.
"Are you alright, Blair? You look flushed," Zach observed, his concern evident.
"I'm fine," Blair replied, her voice remarkably steady as her inner muscles clenched around Damon's fingers, her orgasm washing through her while she maintained unwavering eye contact with Zach. "Just running a bit hot this morning." She took another sip of tea, using the cup to hide the slight trembling of her lips as the aftershocks rippled through her. "Must be the tea."
Zach turned to Damon. "Don't you think Blair should be getting to school? I'm sure she doesn't want to be late."
"So considerate, Uncle Zach," Damon said, finally withdrawing his hand from beneath the table. He cleaned his hand with a napkin, a satisfied smirk on his face. "But you're right. We wouldn't want Blair to miss her education."
"No," she agreed. "Though I've found some lessons are better taught outside the classroom." She gathered her plate and cup, carrying them to the sink. "I should get going. Thank you for breakfast, Damon. And thank you for your concern, Mr. Salvatore, but I assure you—I can handle myself."
"I've noticed," Zach replied dryly.
"I need to find where my dress ended up last night."
Damon stood as well, placing his hand at the small of her back in a gesture that felt both possessive and intimate. "I believe it's still crumpled on my bedroom floor."
"I can't exactly go to school in yesterday's dress with no underwear," Blair said, seemingly unconcerned about discussing such details in front of Zach.
Zach nearly choked on his coffee, and Damon's smirk only widened.
"I'll drive you home first," Damon offered, his hand lingering at her waist.
As they left the kitchen, Zach called after them. "Blair—"
She paused, looking back over her shoulder.
"My door is always open," Zach said, his meaning clear. "If you ever need... anything."
Blair's smile was genuine this time. "That's very kind of you, Mr. Salvatore. But I promise you—everything happening between Damon and me is entirely consensual."
Once they were out of earshot, Damon pulled her against him in the hallway. "That was quite a performance."
"Says the one who fingered me under the table until I came in front of his 'uncle'," Blair retorted, though there was no real anger in her voice, only amusement.
"And you maintained incredible composure, as I knew you would," Damon murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "Now let's get you home and changed."
"I'll be missing my morning classes," Blair frowned, a brief flash of concern crossing her face. "I haven't done that since...well, never."
"It's healthy to miss classes every once in a while," Damon said, his arm still wrapped possessively around her waist as he guided her back toward his bedroom. "Wait here."
He disappeared inside and emerged moments later with her dress, which had clearly been hastily retrieved from the floor, and her heels held in his other hand. He held them up, presenting them to her with a mocking bow. "Your attire, Miss Gilbert."
Blair took the garment, examining the wrinkles with a resigned sigh. "I suppose missing classes once in a while won't hurt. I'll go straight to cheer practice after I get ready."
"The perfect student breaking the rules," Damon said with mock awe. "I'm clearly a bad influence."
"The worst," Blair agreed with a grin. "But I can't say I regret it."
"I'm already late," Blair said as she slid into the passenger seat of his Camaro, now dressed in shorts so short, they left very little to the imagination and with a sports bra that squeezed her boobs so tight, they ran the risk of spilling out entirely. His eyes lingered on the smooth skin of her thighs, remembering how they had felt wrapped around him just hours before. "Let's go."
"Is this your usual attire for cheer practice?"
Blair sent him a smirk. "Why? Something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Except, I wonder how anyone manages to get anything done with you around. Is that why the Mystic High Football team sucks so badly? They get distracted during practice?"
"Hey, it's not my fault I look good."
Damon chuckled. "Good is not the adjective I'd use."
"And what adjective would you use?" She pouted in fake offense, lips jutting out enticingly.
"Tempting, provocative, tantalizing…take your pick."
"Always such a charmer."
As he drove through the streets of Mystic Falls, drawing looks from early morning pedestrians, Blair fussed with her makeup in the visor mirror before tying up her hair in a ponytail.
The school came into view, the football field already busy with both the football team and cheerleaders starting their morning practice. Damon pulled up near the field, parking his vintage Camaro where it would be clearly visible to everyone.
"Same time tonight?" Blair asked, her tone casual despite the intensity of what they'd shared.
"I'll clear my schedule," Damon replied, his lips curving into a smile.
Before she could reach for the door handle, Damon leaned across the console and pulled her into a kiss that was anything but casual—deep, possessive, and deliberately provocative. Blair responded with equal passion, one handtangling in his hair, while the other moved to his crotch to grab his cock through his jeans.
Damon groaned into her mouth and pushed into her hand, hard again. Blair kept stroking him through his jeans as they kept kissing.
When they finally broke apart, Blair's eyes were bright with mischief. "Keep this hard for me while I'm gone." She gave another playful squeeze.
"Don't worry, it'll be hard and ready whenever you want it."
Blair grinned and gave him another kiss, biting and sucking his lower lip into her mouth. "It better."
She'd spotted Elena and the other cheerleaders watching with undisguised shock.
"Thanks for the ride," she said, loud enough for nearby students to hear the double entendre.
Damon smirked, making no effort to hide his appreciation as Blair stepped out of the car, her perfectly toned legs and backside on full display. He deliberately caught Elena's eye and winked, enjoying her stunned expression.
Blair strutted toward the field, the picture of confidence as she approached the cheerleading squad. Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie stood frozen in place, their practice momentarily forgotten.
"Uh..." Elena managed, her eyes darting between Blair and Damon's retreating car.
"Oh, my God," Caroline breathed, her eyes wide. But she was smiling widely.
Bonnie shook her head. "And once again Blair gets what she wants. Typical."
Blair flashed them all a satisfied smile. "I got the other brother. Hope you don't mind," she said to Elena before addressing the entire squad. "Sorry I'm late, girls. I, uh, was busy."
She clapped her hands together, assuming command as if she hadn't just arrived more than twenty minutes late. "All right, let's start with the double pike herkey hurdler, what do you say? And 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8."
She paused, noticing Elena struggling with the routine. "Elena, sweetie, why don't you just observe today? Ok?"
Without waiting for a response, Blair turned back to the others. "Keep going! Ok. Do it again from the top. And 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8."
As Damon drove away, he could see Blair in his rearview mirror, commanding her squad with the same confident authority she'd shown in his bedroom.
Blair Gilbert was unlike anyone he'd encountered in his long existence. Most humans were predictable, fragile creatures that broke under the slightest pressure. Blair was different—fearless, challenging, unpredictable. She hadn't cowered when faced with his true nature. Instead, she'd demanded more, pushed him to his limits, left him breathless in a way he hadn't experienced in decades.
The plan to use her had backfired in the most unexpected and delicious way. She was supposed to be a means to an end—help with the tomb spell, a way to infiltrate Founder's events, a tool to torment Stefan. Instead, he found himself genuinely anticipating their next encounter, curious about what other surprises she might have in store for him.
Perhaps this should worry him. This wasn't like him. He didn't get caught off guard. He didn't lose himself in the moment. He calculated, manipulated, remained detached. Yet last night, Katherine hadn't even crossed his mind at all—there had been nothing but Blair's scent, Blair's taste, Blair's body moving against his.
Of course, his purpose remained unchanged. Katherine waited for him in the tomb, and he would free her as planned. Everything else was temporary—a detour, not a destination. But for the first time in longer than he could remember, Damon found himself fully present in the moment rather than living for a future reunion.
He smiled to himself as he accelerated toward the boarding house. For the first time since arriving in Mystic Falls, he was almost glad he'd come back.
Stefan entered his bedroom to find Damon sprawled across his bed, leafing through his journal with casual disregard.
"How were tryouts? Did you make the team?" Damon asked without looking up. "Very Emerson, the way you reveal your soul with so many...adjectives."
Stefan moved swiftly, ripping the diary from Damon's hands. "What are you doing here?"
"I've come to apologize," Damon said, sitting up with exaggerated earnestness. "I've been doing some thinking, some soul searching, and...I want us to start over. We need to put the past behind us. You're my little brother, and if you want to live a normal, happy human life, then I want that for you. Maybe I can do it, too. Maybe I can learn to be a non-living living person. Maybe there's hope for both of us."
Damon tried to maintain a serious expression but couldn't hold it, his face breaking into a mocking laugh.
"You know, it doesn't have to be this way, Damon," Stefan said, jaw tight with frustration.
"Of course it doesn't," Damon replied, standing up and straightening his leather jacket. "I saw Elena today, BTW. That means 'by the way.' She was at cheerleading practice. She looked so perky in her little short shorts." He grinned at Stefan's darkening expression. "Just...simmer down, I didn't even go near her. I've got my own cheerleader now."
Stefan stiffened. "What are you talking about?" Though part of him already knew.
"Blair, of course." Damon's eyes gleamed with sick satisfaction and what was unmistakably lust. "She was here yesterday. She spent the night. The entire night." He emphasized each word, watching Stefan's reaction with undisguised glee.
A mix of dread, fury and possessive jealousy took a hold of Stefan. "What did you do?"
Damon circled Stefan like a predator. "You mean...whodid I do. And the answer is Blair Gilbert. Repeatedly." He paused, his smirk widening. "You know, I should really thank you for rejecting her that night in the woods. Your loss, definitely my gain."
Stefan's hands clenched into fists. "She's Elena's sister. Stay away from her."
"Why? Because you want her for yourself?" Damon challenged. "Sorry, brother, but that ship has sailed. And what a magnificent voyage it was." He sighed dramatically, clearly relishing Stefan's growing fury.
"You have no idea what you're missing, Stefan. She's impossibly flexible—not just from cheerleading, but all those sports she does. Her body is a work of art. It's practically a crime for her to wear clothes at all and keep it covered." Damon's eyes took on an almost feverish quality, lost in a memory. "Those curves are incredible—those perfect breasts…and her ass…so firm and round. But she also has muscles that would put most guys to shame. When she's moving above you, the moonlight catching on that flawless skin...as beautiful as a painting. And the way she gripped me while I was inside her…" He fanned himself. "She's absolutely wild. All that passion and fire….And her stamina? Even I had trouble keeping up with her, and I'm a vampire who's lived for over a century. She wore me out, Stefan. Me." He laughed in disbelief.
"Stop it," Stefan warned.
"And her blood," Damon continued, ignoring the warning, his voice dropping to an almost reverent tone. "Especially when she's in the throes of an orgasm, it's the most exquisite thing I've ever tasted. Sweet but spicy." He ran his tongue over his lips, eyes closing briefly as though reliving the moment. "The way she arched her back and begged me to bite her deeper, make it hurt just a little bit more...I'm already addicted—to her body, her blood, her sharp little comebacks."
Unable to hear more, Stefan moved with vampire speed, grabbing Damon by the collar and slamming him against the wall. "I said stop!"
Damon didn't resist, instead laughing in Stefan's face. "What's wrong, brother? Jealous that I'm enjoying what you were too afraid to take?" He lowered his voice to a mock-reproachful tone. "You left her hanging that night in the woods. Bad form, brother. Really bad form. You don't leave a girl like that unsatisfied. But I didn't make the same mistake. I made her come so many times we lost count. On the bed, against the wall, on the floor, in the shower...You should have heard the sounds she made. She's quite the screamer when properly satisfied." He chuckled darkly.
Stefan saw red. "If you hurt her—" But that wasn't what he truly wanted to say.
"Hurt her?" Damon pushed Stefan away effortlessly. "Oh, Stefan, you really don't understand women at all, do you? Blair Gilbert isn't some delicate flower in need of your protection. She's a force of nature." His smile turned predatory. "And the best part? She came to me. By choice. No compulsion needed."
Stefan looked away, jaw clenched so tight it might shatter. "This is just a game to you. She's just another pawn you're using to torment me."
Damon's smirk widened. "I couldn't use her to torment you if you didn't want her, Stefan. We both know it." He took a step closer. "That's what's really eating at you, isn't it? You want both sisters. Elena as the girlfriend you show off in the daylight. And Blair in your bed at night…to fulfill all your darkest fantasies with. Don't lie. I read your diary, remember?"
"You're wrong," Stefan shot back, his voice tight with restrained anger. "I don't want Blair. I'm with Elena. I'm just concerned about Blair because I know what you're capable of. You use people and then discard them when you're done. She doesn't deserve to be another victim of your games."
"Ah, Saint Stefan," Damon mocked, "always so noble, always so concerned for others. Keep telling yourself that's all it is." He circled Stefan slowly. "Maybe if you repeat it enough times, you'll actually believe it."
"Leave her alone, Damon," Stefan warned one final time.
"Not a chance," Damon replied, his tone casual but resolute. "I'm going to enjoy her as many times as I want. So you go ahead and play house with Elena. Blair and I will be having much more fun."
Stefan turned and stormed out of his own bedroom, the sound of Damon's laughter following him down the hall.
Damon remained, his smile fading as he stared out the window. He'd meant every word about Blair—she truly was magnificent. The way her body moved against his, the taste of her blood on his tongue, the fiery challenge in her eyes when she matched him thrust for thrust—it was all far more intoxicating than he'd anticipated. Taunting Stefan had been satisfying, but the memories of last night were sending shockwaves of desire through him even now.
He went to Stefan's desk and poured himself a glass of bourbon, already feeling the pull to seek her out again. The raw intensity between them had caught him off guard—he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so thoroughly consumed by passion. Blair Gilbert was like wildfire in human form.
It didn't matter how white-hot this thing with Blair burned, however; it was still just temporary. A spectacular detour on his path to what really mattered. Once he freed Katherine, these nights with Blair would fade to pleasant but distant memories. Katherine was his destiny, his forever. Blair was just an unexpectedly scorching "right now."
Still, as he drained his glass, Damon couldn't deny he was looking forward to getting burned again. And again. And again. For as long as this temporary inferno lasted, he was going to enjoy every searing moment—far more than he'd ever expected to enjoy anything in this miserable town.
The doorbell rang, interrupting the flow of conversation around the dinner table. Elena exchanged a confused glance with Stefan and Bonnie—they weren't expecting anyone else tonight.
"I'll get it," Elena said, pushing back from the table.
She opened the front door to find Caroline standing on the porch, beaming with her usual enthusiasm. Beside her stood Damon, his trademark smirk firmly in place, and leaning casually against the porch railing was Blair, looking bored and beautiful in equal measure.
"Surprise!" Caroline exclaimed, holding up a bakery box. "Bonnie said you were doing dinner, so we brought dessert."
Elena blinked in surprise, her gaze shifting between the three unexpected visitors before settling on her sister. "What are you doing here?"
Blair raised an eyebrow, her expression a perfect blend of amusement and disdain. "I live here. Or did you forget?" She pushed past Elena into the house.
Elena stepped aside to let Caroline in, but Damon remained on the threshold, his eyes meeting Elena's with an intensity that made her uncomfortable.
"Hope you don't mind," he said, voice velvety-smooth.
Stefan appeared at Elena's side, visibly tensed. "What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for Elena to invite me in," Damon replied, his eyes never leaving Elena's face.
"Oh, yeah, you can—" Elena began.
"No, no, no," Stefan interjected quickly. "He can't, uh... he can't stay. Can you, Damon?"
Caroline, already inside, called out impatiently, "Get in here!"
"We're just... finishing up," Stefan insisted, his jaw tight.
Blair reappeared beside Elena, glass of white wine already in hand. She glanced between Stefan and Damon, clearly amused by the tension. "Don't be rude, Stefan," she said with a slight edge to her voice. "Last I checked, I live here too. I have just as much right to invite guests over as Elena does."
Elena, caught between Stefan's obvious discomfort and the awkwardness of leaving Damon on the porch, made her decision. "It's fine. Just come on in."
Damon's smile widened as he stepped across the threshold. "You have a beautiful home, Elena."
"Thank you," Elena replied, closing the door behind him.
They moved to the living room, dessert momentarily forgotten as conversation resumed. Damon settled into an armchair while Blair headed toward the couch. As she passed him, Damon reached out and effortlessly lifted her by the waist, depositing her onto his lap. Her short skirt rode up with the movement, leaving only the thin fabric of her underwear between her pussy and his jean-covered cock. A rather scandalous position given that they were surrounded by people, but Damon thrived in other people's discomfort.
Blair let out a surprised sound that quickly turned into an exasperated sigh, but she made no move to leave, instead adjusting herself more comfortably against him. Stefan's expression darkened visibly at the display, while Caroline sat on the edge of the couch, watching the pair with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. Bonnie and Elena looked rather scandalized.
"I cannot believe that Mr. Tanner let you on the team," Caroline said to Stefan. "Tyler must be seething. But good for you. Go for it."
"That's what I always tell him," Damon chimed in, his fingers idly tracing patterns on Blair's bare thigh. "You have to engage. You can't just sit there and wait for life to come to you. You have to go get it."
Blair smirked, leaning back against Damon's chest. "Yes, Stefan. Why don't you follow your brother's example? Look at him, taking what he wants, no fear, no hesitation."
Stefan glared and didn't answer.
Caroline continued, turning back to Elena. "Yeah, Elena wasn't so lucky today. It's only because you missed summer camp. God, I don't know how you're ever going to learn the routines."
"I'll work with her," Bonnie offered. "She'll get it."
As the conversation continued, Blair shifted on Damon's lap, causing friction against his already hardening length. His fingers tightened slightly on her thigh as she adjusted her position, making matters worse.
"Stop squirming," Damon whispered against her ear, keeping his voice low but fully aware that Stefan's hearing would pick up every word. "Or I'm going to fuck you right here, in front of everyone."
Blair turned her head slightly toward him, her lips barely moving. "You were the one who wanted me to sit on your lap."
"And miss the opportunity to have you sit on my cock again? Never. Too bad we're not naked."
Blair bit her lip to suppress a smile. She was vaguely aware of Stefan across the room, how he had clenched his jaw, how his vampire hearing must have picked up every word of their exchange. His fingers tightened around his glass, knuckles turning white as he deliberately looked anywhere but them.
"I guess we can put her in the back," Caroline was saying, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension.
"You know, you don't seem like the cheerleader type, Elena," Damon observed.
Blair arched an eyebrow, glancing over at Damon. "Not enough pep for you?"
Damon smirked, his hand sliding higher on Blair's thigh. "You have enough pep for the both of you," he said. "I've seen you in action. Impressive doesn't begin to cover it."
"Oh, it's just 'cause her parents died," Caroline explained with an impressive lack of tact. "Yeah, I mean, she's just totally going through a blah phase. She used to be way more fun. And I say that with complete sensitivity." She glanced at Blair. "Though Blair managed to keep up with cheer all summer despite everything. She never missed a single practice."
Blair turned to Elena. "You should quit if you don't enjoy it anymore. You should leave the spot to someone who actually wants to be there. No point in forcing yourself."
An uncomfortable silence fell over the room.
"I'm sorry, Elena. Blair," Damon said, his voice softening. "I know what it's like to lose both your parents. In fact, Stefan and I have watched almost every single person we've ever cared about die."
Blair's knuckles whitened around her glass, but her expression remained carefully neutral.
"We don't need to get into that right now, Damon," Stefan cut in, his discomfort obvious.
"Oh, you know what, you're right, Stef," Damon agreed with false contrition. "I'm sorry. The last thing I wanted to do was bring her up."
Blair was still tense above him. Mentioning her parents had clearly touched a nerve.
He reached for the dessert box, opening it with a theatrical "Mmm." Selecting a piece of cake, he brought it to Blair's lips. She accepted the offering, holding his gaze as she took a deliberate bite. She licked her lips and then sucked the remaining frost from his index finger first, then his middle, practically putting the entire length in her mouth—deliberately provocative, both to him and to create discomfort in their audience. His already hard cock, hardened further.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was doing. Her 'scandalous' behaviour was clearly a way to mask her pain in front of others. He was an expert at that—putting people off so they can't see what you're truly feeling.
It had the effect she wanted. Everyone looked away from them and he felt Blair relaxing against him again.
Blair stood by the window in the living room, staring out at the darkening sky. The voices of Caroline and Bonnie drifted from upstairs. From the kitchen came the clink of dishes as Damon helped Elena clean up.
"You're playing a dangerous game," Stefan said, approaching her with measured steps.
Blair turned, arching an eyebrow. "Am I?"
"With my brother." Stefan's voice dropped lower. "How are you feeling, Blair? Any gaps in your memory lately? Moments you can't quite recall?"
She laughed, the sound sharp and brittle. "Worried he's compelling me? Sorry to disappoint, but I'm fully aware of what I'm doing."
Stefan studied her face, searching for signs of compulsion. "You know what he is."
"A vampire?" Blair shrugged, keeping her voice casual. "Yes. And so are you."
His jaw tightened. "How long have you known?"
"Long enough." She moved away from the window, maintaining distance between them. "Ever since you tried to compel me in the woods. Sorry, didn't work."
Stefan's jaw clenched. "And you're not afraid?"
Blair's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Should I be? Are you planning to hurt me, Stefan?"
"No, but Damon—"
"Damon won't hurt me." She sent him a suggestive look. "Not unless I ask him too."
Stefan stepped closer. "Blair, whatever he's told you—"
"Save it." She cut him off. "I don't need protection, Stefan. I know exactly what I'm getting into."
Stefan's expression darkened. "Do you? Because Damon leaves bodies in his wake. Always has."
"We all have our coping mechanisms." Blair shrugged. "His is blood. Mine is..." She trailed off, then smiled coldly. "Well, you heard enough earlier, didn't you?"
"Why are you doing this? You think it'll make me jealous? Make me choose you over your sister. Because that won't happen."
Blair rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, Stefan. Not everything is about you. I'm with Damon because I want to be with Damon. It's that simple. Now, excuse me. I've left him alone with my sister long enough."
The kitchen was quiet except for the soft clink of dishes as Elena dried the dishes she had just washed. Damon's arrival with Caroline and Blair had thrown a wrench in what was supposed to be a quiet dinner with Stefan and Bonnie. Now he was casually inserting himself into the domestic scene as if he belonged there.
Elena wasn't sure what she thought of him. He was certainly charming but he also seemed reckless and prone to scandalize people and make them uncomfortable purely for his own amusement. Which was a trait her sister shared as well. No wonder they got along so well. Too well, for her tastes in fact. Damon was only going to enable Blair's worst impulses.
"One more," Damon said, handing her another glass to dry.
Elena took it from him with a cautious smile. "Oh, thank you."
As the glass passed between them, it slipped from her fingers. Before Elena could gasp, he caught it with incrediblereflexes, his movements fluid and precise.
"Nice save," Elena said, impressed despite herself.
Damon's lips curved into that signature smirk that seemed permanently etched on his face. "I like you. You know how to laugh." His eyes softened marginally. "And you make Stefan smile, which is something I haven't seen in a very long time."
Elena hesitated before asking, "earlier, did you mean... Katherine?"
"Mm-hmm," Damon confirmed, his expression carefully controlled.
"How did she die?" Elena asked, unable to contain her curiosity.
Damon's eyes took on a distant quality. "In a fire. Tragic fire."
"Recently?"
He sighed. "It seems like it was yesterday."
Elena studied his face, searching for clues about the woman who had clearly captured both brothers' hearts. "What was she like?"
"She was beautiful," Damon said, his gaze drifting over Elena's features in a way that made her both uncomfortable and intrigued. "A lot like you in that department." His eyes darkened as he continued, "She was also very complicated and selfish and at times not very kind, but very sexy and seductive." He paused, a smirk once again replacing his serious face. "A lot like your sister in that department."
"So which one of you dated her first?" she asked, steering the conversation away from her sister.
Damon's smirk widened. "Nicely deduced. Ask Stefan. I'm sure his answer differs from mine." He leaned against the kitchen counter in a relaxed pose that seemed more calculated than natural. "Unfortunately, Stefan and I have the bad habit of developing an attraction to the same woman. It's a curse."
The statement hung in the air between them, deliberately ambiguous. Elena wasn't sure if he was implying he was attracted to her, or if he was suggesting Stefan was attracted to Blair. Either possibility was unsettling.
Damon changed the subject abruptly. " Blair is right, you know. I'd quit cheerleading if I were you."
Elena blinked at the unexpected shift. "Why do you say that?"
"Oh, I saw you at practice. You looked miserable."
"You saw that?" Elena asked, wondering just how much time Damon spent watching her when she wasn't aware.
"Am I wrong?" he challenged.
Elena sighed, shoulders slumping. "I used to love it. It was fun. Things are different this year. Everything that used to matter doesn't anymore."
"So don't let it," Damon replied with a casual shrug. "Quit, move on. Problem solved. Ta-da."
"Some things could matter again."
Damon's expression was skeptical. "Maybe. But...seems a little unrealistic to me."
Elena's eyes softened with genuine sympathy. "I'm sorry. About Katherine. You lost her, too."
Damon looked surprised at her words, but soon his expression shifted to one of casual interest. Elena could tell he wanted to shift the subject away from Katherine.
"Speaking of your sister," he said, twirling a dish towel between his fingers, "you're not going to warn me away from Blair? Threaten me that if I break her heart, you're going to hurt me?"
Elena couldn't help the small chuckled that escaped her lips. "Blair doesn't get her heart broken. She's the one who breaks other men's hearts. I'd be careful with guarding yours if I were you."
"We're just having fun," Damon replied, clearly not willing to take her warning seriously.
Elena internally sighed. Not even bad boys like him were immune to her sister's charms. In fact, in her experience, they were the ones who fell the hardest. "That's what they all say," she said. "Until they fall madly in love with her. Happens every time."
Damon's confidence didn't waver. "I think I can handle myself."
"That's what Tyler Lockwood thought too," Elena replied, unable to hide the knowing pity in her voice. He really had no idea what he was getting himself into.
Damon's smirk only grew wider. "I'm not Tyler Lockwood." His voice was laced with dismissive amusement, as if the very comparison was absurd. "Not even close."
Before Elena could respond, Blair appeared in the kitchen doorway, her presence immediately commanding the room. She leaned against the doorframe with casual confidence, her eyes moving between her and Damon.
"What are you two whispering about?" she asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
Damon didn't miss a beat. "Your sister was just expressing concern for my poor heart." He placed a dramatic hand over his chest. "Apparently, you're going to break it."
Blair laughed, the sound rich and genuine. She pushed off from the doorframe and sauntered toward Damon. "You're safe from me as long as you don't fall in love," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry purr as she reached him.
Damon's eyes darkened with desire. "Not a problem."
Without warning, Blair grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to her, claiming his mouth in a kiss that was nothing short of indecent for a family kitchen. Damon responded immediately, one hand tangling in her hair while the other slid possessively down her back, pulling her flush against him.
Elena stood frozen, uncomfortable and not exactly sure what to do as their kiss deepened. She shifted her weight, cleared her throat, and finally looked away, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the blatant display of passion.
When they finally broke apart, Blair's red lipstick was smudged and Damon's hair disheveled. Neither seemed remotely apologetic.
"We should probably join the others," Elena said, desperate to escape the suddenly too-small kitchen.
Blair's eyes gleamed with mischief. "In a minute," she replied, her fingers still entwined with Damon's. "We'll be right behind you."
Elena didn't need to be told twice. She hurried out, leaving Blair and Damon alone in the kitchen.
As the sound of Elena's footsteps faded, Damon studied Blair's face. The contrast between the sisters wasn't lost on him. While she and Elena shared certain features—the dark hair, the olive skin, the shape of their faces—they were more different than they were alike. Blair, though just as beautiful as her sister, had a different kind of allure—sharper features, more striking than soft, with a voluptuous figure and jade green eyes that reflected all her intelligence and confidence. But it was their personality that made them truly different from each other. While Elena was the mirror image of Katherine physically, uncannily so, down to the shape of her eyes and the curve of her smile, it was Blair that truly remined him of his lost love. Bold, fierce, seductive, fearless, and unapologetically herself. Katherine's best qualities, all mirrored in this stunning, captivating 18-year-old girl.
Elena was all compassion and concern, her emotions written plainly across her face—the girl who apologized for his loss of Katherine, who worried about her sister breaking his heart.
Blair, on the other hand, was refreshingly direct. She challenged him and kept him on his toes, matching his sarcasm with her sharp wit, who seemed to not only understand his dark nature, but accept it. Her boldness wasn't merely physical—it extended to how she moved through the world, unafraid to claim what she wanted, to speak her mind without apology.
Stefan could have his sweet, compassionate Elena. Damon was finding Blair far more interesting.
"What's that look for?" Blair asked, breaking into his thoughts, her fingers tracing the edge of his jaw.
Damon caught her hand, bringing her wrist to his lips and licking the vein running underneath her skin. He inhaled the delicious scent of her blood, which never failed to stir him. "Just thinking about how different you and your sister are," he murmured against her skin. "Like night and day."
Blair's lips curved into a knowing smile. "And which do you prefer?"
"I've always been a creature of the night," Damon replied, his eyes darkening as he pulled her closer once more.
"Good answer."
Their lips met again, and Damon pushed aside all thoughts of Elena, Katherine, and the past. For now, at least, he would lose himself in the present—in Blair's touch, her taste, her fire that matched his own. The rest could wait for another day.