Brave (Damon Salvatore x OC)

Repercussions

Ember had judged Damon's mood pretty well last night and knew his jealousy over what he perceived as Elijah's interest in her was the reason. So, she hadn't uttered a word of protest when after Stefan had left the parlor last night Damon had all but tossed her over his shoulder cave man style and packed her off to bed. She had also been right that she had needed some more of his blood this morning to address the sore muscles, various love marks and general exhaustion.

When Elena had called Ember had been soaking in the giant bathtub full of steaming water, bubbles and some outrageously expensive bath oils Damon knew she liked while he had been gently washing her hair. She had to give him credit, Damon was a master at aftercare.

Ember had put the phone on speaker so Damon could hear how sheriff Forbes had showed up on the doorstep this morning with the murder weapon from the medical examiner's death. The stake had been from the collection of family weapons they had found at the lake house and the only prints on it belonged to Elena.

"So you're the prime suspect, huh?" Damon mocks and when Ember flicks water at him for being mean he nips playfully at her shoulder.

"She doesn't think that I did it." Elena tells them. "She's just tryin' to find out why somebody used one of our family weapons to kill a council member."

"Well why don't you just ask Ric if his dirty little doctor had access to the weapon." Damon suggests and moves to grab Ember a fluffy black bath towel.

"You're on speaker phone, dick." Ric growls through the phone.

Damon shrugs and helps Em step out of the water. "I'm just sayin' first suspects usually the right one. Don't get so defensive."

"Brian Walters was killed days ago, right?"Ric points out. "I didn't show Meredith this stuff until last night!"

"It wasn't Meredith." Elena insists.

"But Brian Walters was her ex-boyfriend and Ric saw them fighting that night." Damon points out and pouts slightly when Ember moves away from him to towel off knowing if she lets him help he will just get handsy.

"El's right! It can't be Meredith! Okay?" Ember backs up her sister. "I refuse to believe that Ric's luck with women is that tragic."

Damon rolls his eyes. "Who else knows about your secret little slayer stash?" He asks watching Ember walk to the closet and strip off the towel and grab her underwear.

Ric snorts. "Who doesn't? Got weapons everywhere, here, the school, my loft, your car."

"It's Klaus, it has to be, he's screwing with us." Damon suggests admiring the cute, dark pink, matching bra and panties Ember has slipped on.

"What if it was Stefan?" Elena suggests. "He was crazy that night, and you know he was trying to get underneath Klaus's skin, he was capable of pretty much anything."

Damon sighs. "Ahh, make's me nostalgic for the time that Stefan was a bunny snacking pacifist." He snatches the phone from Ember. "Anyway, we got to go."

"Hey, what's up with you?" Ric demands.

"Ember has a coffin to work on opening and I have... tea with an old friend." He hangs up and eyes Ember who holds out a hand to stop him before he can pounce.

"Don't even start." She warns him. "You have to meet Elijah and since I apparently can't go to your super, secret meeting I am going to go help with the coffin."

Damon frowns. "And why would you want to go meet Elijah?" He asks in a deceptively soft voice.

Ember huffs in annoyance at him. "Don't start this Damon. You have no reason to be jealous of Elijah."