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"he was her dark fairytale and she was his twisted fantasy and together they made magic." - F. Scott Fitzgerald

 Scott Fitzgerald

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TW: this chapter contains explicit sexual content. Beginning and end will be marked by ****.

Growing silent, the girl shook her head slightly, asking, "I'm gonna need you to expand on that. Namely, when, how, why."

Damon sighed, before tightening his hold on her, "I went to check on her after she'd gone home, just to make sure everything was alright and to update her on you, because she was worried. And we were talking, and suddenly she just leaned in, and I pushed her away. Told her that I loved you, and that you were her friend. Jenna called her back in before she could answer though, so I don't exactly know what she was thinking."

"And you were angry that she tried to kiss you?" She smiled softly.

"Yes. I don't want anyone but you kissing these lips." Giggling, Thea tilted her face up to his, before pecking him on the lips with a smacking noise. "Happy?" She laughed.

"Tremendously." Growing serious once more, he softly pushed a curl behind her ear, holding her cheek in his hand, "Mostly, I was angry that she would betray you like that. She's your friend, and she knows what we mean to each other, and how much trust means to you. For her to break it like that would upset you, and you've sacrificed too much for her or anyone to ever upset you."

"Well, I'll talk to her tomorrow. For now," she leaned her head back against him, closed her eyes, "I just want to sleep."

A gentle kiss landed on the top of her head, as he said, "You do that Angel. We'll return to the drama tomorrow."

She smiled, but just as she had begun to drift off, Damon's phone pinged with a text message. She felt him tensing beneath her, before he slowly began moving her off of him.

"What's wrong?" She mumbled sleepily, "Where are you going?"

"Hospital. There's been a slight accident." He replied, quickly.

"Wait, hold on." Pushing herself up, she asked quickly, "Who? What accident?"

"Angel, I'll deal with it, I promise. You need to rest." He pleaded quietly.

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