You Can't Tame A Wild Boy

Anything

             Haven's POV
     I look out to the dance floor. I swear if doesn't dance with me. I'll grab some random guy. I take Damon's hand in mine and look into his shining green eyes. Tonight it feels like we're in school again, don't have a kid, don't have to worry about work. 
     "Dance with me," I say. He shakes his head. I look over at a tall man at the bar who's been eying me. I smirk at him. Damon looks over then back at me.  "I swear if you don't dance, I'll go over and ask him to. With the way he's been looking at me all night, he won't refuse."
      Damon groans and pulls me up.  We make our way to the dance floor.  I read my head against his chest as he sways us back and fourth.  I could fall asleep like this it's so relaxing. Or maybe it's just his touch that relaxes me.
    "You owe me for this," he says into my ear. I press myself closer to him. He moans softly into my ear so only I can hear.
      "I already said I'll do anything tonight. And I may or may not know how much you love the nightgowns," I say. His eyes cloud with desire. "I can't to get home. To have to. Feel you. Your body on me. Inside me. Just the thought of that make me we-"
      "Can we talk to you two?" My mom says with my dad behind her. Damon looks down at me before nodding.  We get out to the empty hall. My mom is fuming for some reason. "How could you have sex in a public setting?" She says too loudly.
      "What are you talking about? Is that why you think we were in the bathroom together?" I say, lying isn't good for me. She nods. "Well, your wrong. I was throwing up," I say.  She looks at my dad and he shrugs. 
      "Okay, but that's not all. The way you talk to him. That isn't or shouldn't be apart if sex," she says. My dad rolls his eyes. I can't help but grin.  "You were just doing that again. It's inappropriate."
     I can tell Damon feels weird. "All do respect, but our sex life really has nothing to do with you. If she wants talk like that to me, then who am I to argue. I just think that maybe you should back off a little," he says. Thank God he said something.
    My mom glares and opens her mouth to say something. I put my hand up. "You've said enough. We'll be going. I'm tired." I turn around and start walking away with Damon's hand in mine. 
     "Sex can do that to a person!" She yells. I turn around and smirk. 
     "At least he tires me out!"
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Damon walks into the bathroom. I look myself in the mirror. I feel bad for speaking to my mom like that but I know I shouldn't.
    I slip out of the dress,  revealing the nightgown- lingerie thing. I still hate my body as much as I did when I was in high school. Only this time I'm proud of the stretch marks since they show I've given life to a wonderful baby girl. 
     I sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to come out. Once he does he stops dead in his tracks. His breath hitches. 
    "Wow," he says. I stand up and make my way over to him, heels still on. He eyes me up and down. I get to him and crash my lips to his. He groans into my mouth.
    Pulling away, he takes my hand and picks me up. My legs wrap around his waist. He throws me into the bed and bites his bottom lip. He takes his clothes off too slow for my liking.
    He climbs on top of me, grinding his hips against mine. I tug on his hair a little, making him sigh. "Talk to me how you we're at the party," he says, his lips going to my neck.
     "I love the way your mouth feels on my neck," I say, my words shaky.  "How they feel in my skin. My body. And other very sensitive places." He groans and gropes one of my small breasts.  "Your hands though. Ahh. They feel so good even we're not like this. I need you, Damon."
    He pulls me up so I'm in sitting position. He takes the nightgown off me and throws it somewhere in here.
    He gets down to my panties and yanks them down, not caring if he rips them. He looks up at me before placing his mouth on my sensitively skin. I grip the sheets. His hands rest on my thighs. My hips buck and my hands fall into his hair. 
    "Fuck. Damon. Stop. Ahh." I finish and he comes back up to me, leaving a trail of marks up my stomach. I flip us over so I'm hovering above him.
     I kiss down his very muscular body until I to my destination. 
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     "Haven," he chokes out his body shaking, his hands griping the sheets with all his strength. His hips raise. "Fuuck."
    I pull away and go back up to his neck. His hands rest gently on my back, his fingers giving my skin a feather like touch. He flips is back over and enters me harshly. 
     "Protection," I tell him.  He pulls out and takes out a condom.  After putting it on he looks at me a go. "Don't be gentle." He goes back in with one hard thrust. It's almost painful.
     He grabs my hands and holds them above my head. His lips attack mine. He goes harder. It hurts but feels good. He groans. "You feel so good. Shit."
     He releases my hands and they fly to his back. By hands glide down his tattooed arms. 
    "I'm co-" I let out a loud moan, my body arching off the bed and against him.  He comes undone after me. He pulls out and pulls me on top of him.  We fall asleep like that, our bodies pressed together.

AU: Next chapter will be very calm.