LOST IN THE VAMPIRE DIARIES |DS [DISCONTINUED]

damon's interlude

Damon's Interlude
(MATURE I guess )

"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, making you wear my t-shirt." Damon said, looking at Claire standing in front of him. The scene was familiar but he couldn't say why at the moment.

"Why?"

Damon shook his head at her obliviousness. "Because all I can think about right now is to fuck you on the nearest surface." He said, not mincing his words.

"Oh." Claire looked at him surprised – and maybe a little aroused –. "Maybe I should take it off then." She took the hem of his black shirt and raised it slowly, revealing her flat stomach one centimeter at a time and then her ample breasts, covered only by a sheer, black lacy bra. Somehow, he was expecting her to wear a bikini underneath, why was that?

The shirt was finally off, leaving her torso bare to his gaze. She grinned at him, that cheeky grin that often graced her features when she knew something that she wasn't supposed to know. "Should I take this off as well?" She asked him, pointing to her skirt.

Damon gulped, mouth dry and simply nodded his head, rooted to the spot. Claire lowered the zip at her left hip slowly until the skirt slid down her legs on its own, leaving her in a thong that matched the bra she was wearing. She then took one step forward and used her other foot to kick the skirt away from her.

Damon looked at her figure, his eyes lingering especially on her long, toned legs, something he had admired in her since the first moment he had seen her. Most men would probably focus on her breasts first but he had lived in a time where women weren't even allowed to show their ankles, let alone calves or thighs, therefore Claire's legs were infinitely more fascinating to him. Not to say that the rest of her wasn't just as tempting.

His eyes went to her face next: her small mouth, her delicate nose and her cat-like, blue-grey eyes. She had such amazingly, expressive eyes – naturally seductive and yet, innocent at the same time. And her hair, her long, golden blonde hair, that reminded him of rays of sunshine.

"You're so beautiful!" Damon said with awe plain in his voice.

"Do you want to kiss me, Damon?" Her voice was huskier than normal.

"I want to do more than that." Damon answered, voice just as hoarse. "Come here."

Claire complied, until she was standing a breath's away from him. "Do it, then." She whispered on his lips. "What are you waiting for?"

Damon needed no more encouragement. He grabbed her forearms and smashed his lips against hers. The first contact of their lips sent a jolt of pleasure down his spine, his erection straining against his jeans. He brought one hand behind her neck and brought their bodies closer while the other lowered to her back, playing with the hem of her knickers. Claire moaned in his mouth and scratched his hair at the nape of his neck. Damon took advantage of her open mouth to push his tongue inside. Their tongues battled for long minutes until the need for air was too great for her and he moved his mouth to her neck, sucking and licking at the soft skin there, just like he had wanted to do the night he had stayed in her room.

He immediately felt the veins in his eyes appear, the smell of her blood underneath her skin overpowering his senses.

"Yes!" Claire moaned. "Bite me! I want you to!"

Damon felt his fangs elongating without his permission, the long teeth scratching her skin. Claire bared her neck to him, encouraging him to bite her so he did.

Her blood was even more delicious than usual, her arousal adding to the flavor. He wanted her, oh, how he wanted her. He wanted to be her first, he wanted to bury himself inside her until she was screaming his name. He wanted to mark her as his for eternity.

That last thought surprised him but he ignored it for the moment, concentrating on drinking her blood in a way he had never tried before, the way, he knew, would bring her the most pleasure. Vampires – at least those who weren't like his brother – could control how much pain they inflicted on their victims while feeding. Most of the time Damon hadn't cared though with Claire, he had always made sure not to cause her any unneeded pain, especially since she had willingly offered him her blood in more than one occasion. Of course, since they were both attracted to each other, the feeding process became more pleasurable that it was supposed to be but nothing like this.

This was different. This wasn't about feeding. This was about sexual pleasure, pure and simple. Damon wanted to make her come just by biting her and then in all the other ways he had learnt how to in his 150 years he had been alive.

"Damon! Oh, Damon!" Claire moaned in his ear.

"Damon!" Another, different voice said from behind him. A voice he recognized very well. Damon moved away from Claire's neck and turned his neck around to see who had spoken. And there, a few steps away from him, wearing one of her usual 1860's dresses, stood Katherine, just as lovely and elegant and unreachable as always. "Have you forgotten about me, Damon?"

Claire grabbed his head then and brought them face to face once again. "Damon, look at me. I'm right here."

"You waited 145 years to be with me again Damon." Katherine said, bringing his attention towards her again. "Are you going to give up now?"

"She's just a fantasy Damon, don't you see?" Claire said, his neck snapping towards her once again. "But I'm real and I'm right here. Why can't you let her go?"

"Are you going to leave me here to rot Damon?" Katherine once again but this time her perfect olive skin started to gain a grey tint, her skin turning rough and dry like papier-mache until Damon saw her mummifying before his eyes, her brown eyes looking accusingly back at him.

Damon startled awake with a gasp, his breath coming in harsh gulps of air. Sweat was marring his forehead and he was shaking all over. He was also still desperately aroused, though the last part of the dream had definitely decreased his excitement a lot.

He shook his head and got up from the bed, intent on taking a cold shower, a new resolution taking form in his mind.

Claire Forbes was a distraction. An alluring distraction, certainly, but a distraction nonetheless.

He had returned to Mystic Falls for one reason only and he had no intention of straying from his goal, not when he was so close to fulfilling it. Nobody would stand in his way, not even himself.