Love Sucks - The Vampire Diaries - Damon Salvatore

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Back at the Salvatores, I put the shower on to heat up before heading back into the room to take my jewellery off. I pulled my top over my head and threw it to the laundry basket.

"Now that's a sight I'd like to keep seeing." Damon said behind me.

I turned round and he was smirking, looking me up and down. "I'm gonna put a lock on that door."

"No you won't."

"And what makes you say that?" I bit my lip as he walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"Because... " he stood right in front of me, looking down "you want me to see you like this." His hand snaked around my waist as he pulled me in, leaning down and kissing me gently. My hands worked their way up his arms, over his biceps - which were pretty impressive if I do say so myself - and around his neck, pulling him in closer. His tongue licked my bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. Slowly parting my lips I let him enter. I was nervous again if I would taste alcohol, but I  thankfully didn't. As our tongues danced, his hands pushing me closer and backing me against one of the bed post, I could feel my anxiety lower and I fell into the kiss. I could appreciate it for what it was.

Damon's lips left mine but they didn't leave my skin. He kissed along my jaw and down my neck to my shoulder, moving my bra strap as his lips followed. My breathing turned jaggered as his hands caressed my side and hip, moving round my waist and down to grab my ass. But I couldn't do it. I snapped out of it and pushed him away, "I....er, I can't. I er.... I need to shower." I stuttered, pulling my strap back over my shoulder and crossing my arms over my chest, trying to hide my bare skin. I looked up at Damon who looked confused and hurt. It was a sight I never wanted to see again. "Excuse me." I mumbled, pushing passed him and into the bathroom, turning the corner to the outside wall and leaning on it next to the window. I slid down, trying to catch my breath and trying to get the image of Damon's hurt look out my face.

I couldn't see the bedroom from here which meant Damon couldn't see me. But I also didn't here him leave the bedroom. I don't want to get up incase he was still there. I'm not sure how I would tell him, explain to him that I couldn't go that far. That I hadn't gone that far before. The thought scared me beyond anything I could imagine; actually having sex, and telling him. Both made me feel like an idiot, like I had led him on or something. That it was all my fault. Like everything was.