Brave (Damon Salvatore x OC)

Prom*

Ember and Damon are in his car heading back towards Mystic Falls. Stefan was somewhere ahead of them and Elena had inexplicably decided to ride with Rebekah.

Ember sighs tiredly and pillows her head in to Damon's shoulder and before he knows it she is asleep. He drives a few hours to get them back to Mystic Falls and as he is pulling up to the boarding house she barely stirs. 

He scoops her up and carries her up the stairs and as soon as the door to their room closes behind them he carries her into the bathroom and into the shower. Sitting her on her feet briefly he turns on the water and begins to  strip them of their clothes.

His hands are soft and careful as her helps her wash her hair and lathers them both in one of his expensive soaps. He rinses her carefully, pressing kisses to her face and shoulders before patting her dry with a thick fluffy towel and putting one of his t shirts on her before carrying her to the bed.

He tucked her under the covers and quickly went and straightened the bathroom then slipped downstairs for a bottle of water for her and a blood bag for himself. When he returned Damon was surprised that Ember was sitting up in bed staring out the window.

"Em? Baby?" He questioned.

"She killed her." She whispered turning to look at him. "Like it was nothing... like that poor woman's life meant nothing."

"With her emotions off it didn't. But Elena is still in there baby. We will get her back for you." Damon promises as he walks towards her.

"I couldn't stop it... couldn't stop her. I was just useless... powerless..."

"...you wrong Em." He interrupts. " You're not powerless. YOU are what will bring her back." He skims his fingers over her cheek. "You are a force of nature baby, a bad ass healer and you have a very dangerous vampire completely wrapped around your finger." He reminds her with a smirk.

Ember leans into his hand and looks up at him. "Please Damon, make me forget?" She asks softly 

....................smut...................

Damon leans down and kisses her. "What do you want, love?" His voice was like velvet over her skin and Ember shivered.

"I want you to kiss me like you'll never get enough of me. I want you to touch me like you need me to breathe. I want... I need you to make love to me like you could consume me." She admits. "I want you to make me forget everything but you and me."

The words left her in a whispered rush and Damon's smirk widened into a wolfish grin before his mouth dove for her throat. "Tell me more." His tongue stroked over the valley at the base of her neck. "Tell me exactly." His teeth grazed her  collarbone and drug gently over her shoulder. "If you go quiet, I stop." Damon lifted his head and gazed down at her, his tongue licking his bottom lip as he waited for more instructions.

"Lower, please," Ember managed to whisper, her face flooding with heat.

"Your wish is my command, princess." Damon lowered his head again, sucking a path of wet kisses down the center of her chest, but when he got to the hollow between her breasts, he paused with his lips still pressed to her skin and waited.

God, she loved this man as she realized what he was doing. He was putting her in charge, giving her the power to direct her own pleasure and his. Reminding her of her power. With a deep breath, she ran her fingers through his hair and asked. "My breasts, my nipples. Please? Touch me? Taste me? Anywhere you want."

Damon's warm breath danced across her warm  skin as he palmed her breasts and squeezed them gently rolling her nipples. Ember closed her eyes and arched her back, releasing a quiet whimper when his thumbs pinched the dusky peaks. "Keep making that sound, Angel, and I'll never give you a reason to stop." That was all the warning she got before Damon's mouth was on her again and a moan of pleasure was ripped from the back of her throat as Damon's lips pulled and tugged at her sensitive flesh.