Filled With Fire ✔️

"You Sexy Piece Of Hot Male Ass!!"

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The redhead cocked her hip with her arms crossed, her gold eyes flickering between the two outfits laid out on her bed. Her jewellery and shoes were all good, but the dresses...

She spun around and faced Caroline who was sitting behind her. For some reason, she'd 'volunteered as tribute' to help the shifter out. Her words, not Tempest's.

"Alright, babe. I need to know first if you'd make out with me at a night club," the Salvatore asked, voice husky and somehow managed to keep a straight face.

The blonde's face went bright red, was starting to look good on her actually, and her mouth dropped open, gaping like a fish.

The Tiger's face was smug as hell, "Trick question, you totally would. Anyways, I have another question, " the shifter held up the two outfits.

One was black that split into two parts, a crop top and a loose, short skirt. It screamed 'do me.'

The other was as elegant as the first was whorish. It was a dark blue, sleeveless dress that fell to her ankles, slit up the side to mid thigh.

Caroline bit her lip as various emotions flew through her body and thoughts through her mind, "You know, Temp. I want to admit to you that I'm a little afraid of what your reaction might be."

Tempest tilted her head and realized something. She then nodded before a determined look settled on her face, "Which dress would you make out with me in at a club?"

The blonde looked sheepish and another huge blush exploded on her cheeks.

Tempest was getting a bit worried now, that much blood rushing about couldn't be good for anyone, even for a member of the 'technically dead' community.

She pointed at the black two-piece, then stood up. "Would you really go clubbing with me? Actually, take me clubbing with you? I've never been clubbing."

The Tiger's jaw dropped, "You haven't?! We need to amend that, babe!! God, we can't be friends if you don't know how to party. And we can't be best friends until we've swapped saliva."

The vamp's mouth opened to say something, well, stutter something, to the Salvatore until the redhead leaned forward and pressed her perfectly manicured finger to her lips, "Properly, babe," Tempest grinned.

Damon suddenly strutted into the room.

Her brother doesn't walk.

He struts.

The raven hair coloured vamp crossed his arms and leant against the wall. He then glared at the two-piece, "There's no way in hell you are wearing that."

"Don't worry, bro," Tempest grinned, "My blonde honey, baby, cupcake here has already helped me. So rest assured, Dae. We got this. And that grass-chewing, bunny-chomping, sorry excuse for a bloodsucker downstairs can get the twist outta his sand soaked panties 'cause I'm attending his little tea party with the really old hybrid."

Damon snorted at the small growl from downstairs that answered his sister's half assed jab. He turned to leave when Tempest stopped him, "You know I've only met this Tyler guy once and I've always wanted to know 'cause I've never met a wolf before, but does he fart rainbows?"