Weeping Willow

Lost Girls Part Three

Chapter Eleven – Lost Girls Part Three

Willow was currently sitting in the living room while Damon was in the other room attempting to call Stefan again. She heard him curse when he came back in and she turned around and watched him go to the bar and pour himself another glass of scotch. Willow looked at all the different tumblers and alcohol that he had and said, "What are you, an alcoholic or something?"

Damon looked up at her and said, "No, it curbs the cravings." He smirked at her.

Willow's nose wrinkled, knowing what he meant. "That's cute." Damon said randomly.

Will raised an eyebrow at him and asked, "What is?"

Damon smiled and pointed to her nose, "The way you scrunch your nose up when you don't like something. Its cute."

Willow looked insulted, "I am not cute. Okay, I don't do cute."

Damon walked up to her and tapped her head, like she was a child and cooed, "Awe, cute."

Willow pushed his hands off of her head and glared up at him. She went to get up and walk around him when she saw something in her pocket. It was her phone!

"Hey! That's my phone!" She exclaimed.

Damon looked to where he had put her phone and told her innocently, "That's your phone? Well, it doesn't have your name on it, Brown Eyes."

She was getting aggravated with him now, "You had it the whole time and you didn't say anything!" That jerk! She could have called Stefan or someone, but it seemed that even though he knew it was Willow calling he didn't answer. They both were jerks.

Willow held her hand up, waiting for him to hand it over, "Give it to me." She demanded.

Damon cupped a hand around his ear and said with a smirk, "I'm sorry, what? I didn't hear you. Could you repeat that?"

She was starting to lose her patience with him, "Give. Me. My. Phone." She pronounced each word separately.

Damon still held his hand to his ear, "Sorry, what?"

A sort of growl escaped Willow and she went to grab her phone, but he stopped her and slapped her hand back. She stared at him in annoyance and slapped his hand back. Damon slapped her hand again and she did the same neither were really sure how long they were doing this, but they were getting closer.

Suddenly, the room around her was a blur and she was lying on the couch with Damon on top of her. He smirked down at her and stroked her soft skin on her waist, but Willow continued to glare, "I'm not that easy." She spat.

Damon's grin grew, "Good, I like 'em tough and rough."

Willow smirked back, "Hmm, well you're never gonna know."

Damon chuckled at her; she was playing him at his own game.

Will used all her strength to shove him off her. She got up and took at least 5 steps away from him, she didn't want to be too close to him. She would get her phone back one way or another.

Damon watched her from where he was now lying on the sofa and began, "So, we've got time to kill until the sun goes down. Tell me about yourself."

Will looked at him like he was crazy and questioned, "Why would you wanna know about me?"

Damon shrugged, "It's only fair since I told you about me."

Willow sighed and sat in a chair, "Okay, what do you wanna know?"

He told her, "Favourite colours? Animals? Any pets? Secrets, like smoking?" He smiled evilly when he saw the shock on her face.

"How do you know about that?" She didn't understand why she was so panicky. Maybe it because she was worried that he would tell Stefan and he would tell Elena.