Love at First Sight? ~ by Harley
*How it had taken me eight years to make my way to the outskirts of the quaint little town of Mystic Falls with that supernatural aura surrounding it was almost beyond me, but something about it made me feel a little more at home and I didn’t know a thing about the town or its residents. I had spent nine years of my life only a few hours away from the historic town, already getting that impression that Mystic Falls wasn’t a town I would normally settle in; it was a town was full of families who spent generations within its limits and may not have known a life outside of it. I had spent most of the last eight years in large cities that spanned between New York and Chicago to Dallas and Denver as far as Seattle and Los Angeles, watching ink as it bled from my tattoo needles into many a human canvas, never feeling like I belonged anywhere; maybe it was my nomad life or that orphan attitude that had never left my mind at ease or even a mixture of the two, but I made the decision after a little impromptu road trip on the saddle of my Harley to put a little deposit on an apartment for a few months.
I had parked my truck as close as I could to the front door of the small duplex apartment, bringing my cat and grabbing the large duffle bags of clothes and shoes I had in the cab to place inside before bringing the couple of boxes I had of a few necessary kitchen, bathroom and bedroom items I had collected in the last eight years and never managed to get rid of along my way. I rolled the last bag from the truck, which held my tattoo and piercing guns, various bottles of inks and needles, resting it against the living room wall as the sun began to set in the horizon, painting the different shades of oranges, reds and purples in the darkening sky only to give way to the long last blues of twilight. I collapsed in the nearby couch of the pre-furnished apartment, pulling out my cell phone to find the nearest burger joint within walking distance from the duplex, hoping to find something other than McDonald’s, leaving my Harley strapped in the truck bed of my Chevy.
Downtown Mystic Falls was just starting to come alive on this early April evening, bringing a sense of calm as the scent of rain filled the clean air of the small town, a satisfied smile appearing across my face as I slide my hands into my pockets, the heels of my knee high leather boots clicking against the pavement as I walked right up to the front door of the restaurant. I reach to pull the door open and step inside only to feel the door opened from behind me by someone a few inches taller than myself, maybe one of the last people I might have expected to open the door for me, but I could feel his eyes casually checking me out.
He definitely wasn’t shy in the least; that cocky attitude that exuded from him told me he’d had his share of woman and the moment I lifted my eyes to meet those piercing blue hues may have convinced me I was in trouble myself. I’d been with a few bad boys in the past and I knew they were nothing if not heartbreakers, but goddamn he was attractive and there was something different about him. I could feel myself weak in the knees just from a single glance; one I knew had already caught sight of his next conquest, but I didn’t give the resident bad boy the time of fucking day as his words told me just how much trouble he would be. Either he wasn’t used to being turned down or his confidence was really that high in supply because he was persistent as hell as I tried hard to ignore his advances, his far from innocent suggestions as he wondered about the tattoos I had, feeling his eyes studying me as I waited for my cheeseburger and fries.
Damon Salvatore made it hard to say no as he tried to charm me off my feet, his words almost sweet as he tried to convince me he wasn’t after what I had between my legs, but I knew better. Goddamn him for the way he smiled at me with those eyes that had me almost mesmerized, making it harder until he found the right words.*
“Maybe offering you to take you for a drink would be more…appropriate, Harley?”
*That deep, sexy voice, the way he said my name, I had to say yes to this man as he tried to get to know me, even if I felt his one goal was to get up my skirt. Buying me drinks at the Grill only a few blocks away must’ve been his way of getting to what he wanted a little faster, but I couldn’t object after the whiskey and bourbon kept coming, feeling it lowering my guard as the smooth drinks flowed down my throat with glass after glass. I don’t think he expected me to keep up with him for so long though as we spent most of the night at the bar, engaged in verbal foreplay as our eyes never broke an intense stare, which only lead to the gap closing between us, our hands brushing against the other in those suggestive ways that might have just lead us to fucking on the bar if he hadn’t lead me out of the mostly empty building by then.
My inhibitions were about gone by the time he had me pinned against the brick wall of the Grill, already testing his aggression out on me as his grip became one almost of possession and fuck if I didn’t love when a man didn’t hold back on me. The alcohol, the spark that had turned into a burning flame between us left me fighting to keep that control, I could feel it getting the best of me as he fought his own primal urges; I could see a hunger inside him, a flicker of his lust blown eyes, one I’d never seen in another man’s eyes, the beast within that told me his blood was just as dark as my own. Our bodies grind with our burning desires, our want, our need to give into loud, unyielding passion as pawing at each other only turned to clothes being ripped from our bodies.
We finally crashed in the large backseat of his Camaro, my whimpers, moans escaping my chest, almost turning into growls as he filled me completely. Alcohol, passion, desire fueling every movement as I marked his perfect, strong body with my nails, neither one of us letting up as my heavy breathing turned into pants, almost pleading as he blew my goddamn mind, almost busting his back windshield with one heel as he turned me into a screaming, writhing mess beneath him….again and again as the only thing I could manage to let out were a few loud, deep moans and screams, almost begging him not to stop.*
Ohhhhh god, Damon….
*He left me speechless, almost addicted; it was less than a fairytale meeting and I didn’t care because he left me wanting more. I hoped to see him again, but if he didn’t feel the same, it was still an unforgettable night, but I knew at some point, I could run into him again in such a small town. He never took my number, but he slowly convinced me his intentions weren’t purely sexual just showing up at my tattoo shop days later… he never ceased to surprise me night after night between the sex and booze, the late night talks as we laid there tangled up in his bed even after the break of dawn. They say the best relationships start out as friendships…*
I had parked my truck as close as I could to the front door of the small duplex apartment, bringing my cat and grabbing the large duffle bags of clothes and shoes I had in the cab to place inside before bringing the couple of boxes I had of a few necessary kitchen, bathroom and bedroom items I had collected in the last eight years and never managed to get rid of along my way. I rolled the last bag from the truck, which held my tattoo and piercing guns, various bottles of inks and needles, resting it against the living room wall as the sun began to set in the horizon, painting the different shades of oranges, reds and purples in the darkening sky only to give way to the long last blues of twilight. I collapsed in the nearby couch of the pre-furnished apartment, pulling out my cell phone to find the nearest burger joint within walking distance from the duplex, hoping to find something other than McDonald’s, leaving my Harley strapped in the truck bed of my Chevy.
Downtown Mystic Falls was just starting to come alive on this early April evening, bringing a sense of calm as the scent of rain filled the clean air of the small town, a satisfied smile appearing across my face as I slide my hands into my pockets, the heels of my knee high leather boots clicking against the pavement as I walked right up to the front door of the restaurant. I reach to pull the door open and step inside only to feel the door opened from behind me by someone a few inches taller than myself, maybe one of the last people I might have expected to open the door for me, but I could feel his eyes casually checking me out.
He definitely wasn’t shy in the least; that cocky attitude that exuded from him told me he’d had his share of woman and the moment I lifted my eyes to meet those piercing blue hues may have convinced me I was in trouble myself. I’d been with a few bad boys in the past and I knew they were nothing if not heartbreakers, but goddamn he was attractive and there was something different about him. I could feel myself weak in the knees just from a single glance; one I knew had already caught sight of his next conquest, but I didn’t give the resident bad boy the time of fucking day as his words told me just how much trouble he would be. Either he wasn’t used to being turned down or his confidence was really that high in supply because he was persistent as hell as I tried hard to ignore his advances, his far from innocent suggestions as he wondered about the tattoos I had, feeling his eyes studying me as I waited for my cheeseburger and fries.
Damon Salvatore made it hard to say no as he tried to charm me off my feet, his words almost sweet as he tried to convince me he wasn’t after what I had between my legs, but I knew better. Goddamn him for the way he smiled at me with those eyes that had me almost mesmerized, making it harder until he found the right words.*
“Maybe offering you to take you for a drink would be more…appropriate, Harley?”
*That deep, sexy voice, the way he said my name, I had to say yes to this man as he tried to get to know me, even if I felt his one goal was to get up my skirt. Buying me drinks at the Grill only a few blocks away must’ve been his way of getting to what he wanted a little faster, but I couldn’t object after the whiskey and bourbon kept coming, feeling it lowering my guard as the smooth drinks flowed down my throat with glass after glass. I don’t think he expected me to keep up with him for so long though as we spent most of the night at the bar, engaged in verbal foreplay as our eyes never broke an intense stare, which only lead to the gap closing between us, our hands brushing against the other in those suggestive ways that might have just lead us to fucking on the bar if he hadn’t lead me out of the mostly empty building by then.
My inhibitions were about gone by the time he had me pinned against the brick wall of the Grill, already testing his aggression out on me as his grip became one almost of possession and fuck if I didn’t love when a man didn’t hold back on me. The alcohol, the spark that had turned into a burning flame between us left me fighting to keep that control, I could feel it getting the best of me as he fought his own primal urges; I could see a hunger inside him, a flicker of his lust blown eyes, one I’d never seen in another man’s eyes, the beast within that told me his blood was just as dark as my own. Our bodies grind with our burning desires, our want, our need to give into loud, unyielding passion as pawing at each other only turned to clothes being ripped from our bodies.
We finally crashed in the large backseat of his Camaro, my whimpers, moans escaping my chest, almost turning into growls as he filled me completely. Alcohol, passion, desire fueling every movement as I marked his perfect, strong body with my nails, neither one of us letting up as my heavy breathing turned into pants, almost pleading as he blew my goddamn mind, almost busting his back windshield with one heel as he turned me into a screaming, writhing mess beneath him….again and again as the only thing I could manage to let out were a few loud, deep moans and screams, almost begging him not to stop.*
Ohhhhh god, Damon….
*He left me speechless, almost addicted; it was less than a fairytale meeting and I didn’t care because he left me wanting more. I hoped to see him again, but if he didn’t feel the same, it was still an unforgettable night, but I knew at some point, I could run into him again in such a small town. He never took my number, but he slowly convinced me his intentions weren’t purely sexual just showing up at my tattoo shop days later… he never ceased to surprise me night after night between the sex and booze, the late night talks as we laid there tangled up in his bed even after the break of dawn. They say the best relationships start out as friendships…*
The Need To See Her... ~ by Damon
I leaned back in my favorite leather reading chair, a glass of bourbon in my hand, held against one side of my head, my elbow propped up on the arm of the seat. The ice clinked around in the half empty glass, my mind rolling over the events from a few days back. Meeting a woman was never on my agenda /ever/ so to be intrigued so quickly by one was unusual for me. Okay, maybe not too hard to believe; there was the whole Katherine crap. But with Charlotte, better know as Harley there was something more. Her intoxicating scent was that of a human but she barred fangs as one of us. My brows furrowed in thought as I pulled the rim of the bourbon filled glass to my lips, letting the liquid slide easily down my throat, warming it on the way down. The alcohol usually curbed my cravings for human blood to some degree but I could not even come close to forgetting about Harley's. I could still taste her sweet crimson on my lip mixed with the bourbon I was now drinking. Her blood was the icing on the cake to the down right amazing fuck in the back seat of my 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible only nights ago. Thinking of the way she moaned out my name almost made me stiff in my jeans.
My eyes drifted closed at the thought of Harley staying etched in my mind, relaxing back in the chair until I heard the heavy front door slam, groaning because I knew who it was before even opening my piercing blue eyes.
"All done squirrel hunting, brother? Bet they were /delicious/"
Lifting my eyes open, I smirk as Stefan flops down on the chair across from me, noticing the look on his face before hopping up from my chair, knowing that look could only be because of the "love of his entire existence" Elena. I hand no interest in playing the whole Stefan/Elena game today.
"Well as much as I want to know why you have that sad puppy dog face, brother, I'm gonna have to pass. Shit to do, people to see..."
I slam back the rest of my bourbon before my glass slides onto the table next to the chair where Stefan sat, not even giving him chance to ask. I had no intentions of telling him about Harley; at least not yet. I had to know more about her, and not just in a vampire sense. I knew she was not fully vampire, she couldn't be. I craved her blood too damn much; there was definitely human blood coursing through those veins of hers. I grabbed my leather jacket from the hook by the front door, shrugging it over my shoulders before stepping out the door, calling back to my brother.
"Don't wait up..."
I knew it would be more proper to show up Harley's new tattoo shop in my car rather than vamp speeding it there. I remembered her mentioning today was the day for her grand opening and what better way to celebrate but with a visit from the sexy, cocky, bad ass Damon Salvatore. I smirked to myself as I sped off, the dust filling my rear view as I headed downtown, Mystic Falls.
It wasn't long before I spotted the shop Harley had mentioned, noticing a motorbike that was obviously a harley parked out front. Surely it wasn't Harley's but if it was...damn, that was fuckin' hot. I pulled up behind the lone bike, jamming my gear shift into park, taking a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror. I slipped easily from the front seat, striding past the front of my convertible, my fingertips running across her hood as I walked. My eyes rose up, noticing the sign for Harley's shop just as I reached for the full glass door, giving it a quick tug, hearing the buzzer ring to alert her of potential clients. Not seeing Harley right away, I leaned over the front counter, eyeing the artwork on the walls before calling out.
"Hope there's a sexy tattoo artist ready to ink my tattoo virgin skin..."
My trademark smirk curls at my lips as I wait for a response from the one girl that has been etched in my mind for days; Charlotte Ryan.
My eyes drifted closed at the thought of Harley staying etched in my mind, relaxing back in the chair until I heard the heavy front door slam, groaning because I knew who it was before even opening my piercing blue eyes.
"All done squirrel hunting, brother? Bet they were /delicious/"
Lifting my eyes open, I smirk as Stefan flops down on the chair across from me, noticing the look on his face before hopping up from my chair, knowing that look could only be because of the "love of his entire existence" Elena. I hand no interest in playing the whole Stefan/Elena game today.
"Well as much as I want to know why you have that sad puppy dog face, brother, I'm gonna have to pass. Shit to do, people to see..."
I slam back the rest of my bourbon before my glass slides onto the table next to the chair where Stefan sat, not even giving him chance to ask. I had no intentions of telling him about Harley; at least not yet. I had to know more about her, and not just in a vampire sense. I knew she was not fully vampire, she couldn't be. I craved her blood too damn much; there was definitely human blood coursing through those veins of hers. I grabbed my leather jacket from the hook by the front door, shrugging it over my shoulders before stepping out the door, calling back to my brother.
"Don't wait up..."
I knew it would be more proper to show up Harley's new tattoo shop in my car rather than vamp speeding it there. I remembered her mentioning today was the day for her grand opening and what better way to celebrate but with a visit from the sexy, cocky, bad ass Damon Salvatore. I smirked to myself as I sped off, the dust filling my rear view as I headed downtown, Mystic Falls.
It wasn't long before I spotted the shop Harley had mentioned, noticing a motorbike that was obviously a harley parked out front. Surely it wasn't Harley's but if it was...damn, that was fuckin' hot. I pulled up behind the lone bike, jamming my gear shift into park, taking a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror. I slipped easily from the front seat, striding past the front of my convertible, my fingertips running across her hood as I walked. My eyes rose up, noticing the sign for Harley's shop just as I reached for the full glass door, giving it a quick tug, hearing the buzzer ring to alert her of potential clients. Not seeing Harley right away, I leaned over the front counter, eyeing the artwork on the walls before calling out.
"Hope there's a sexy tattoo artist ready to ink my tattoo virgin skin..."
My trademark smirk curls at my lips as I wait for a response from the one girl that has been etched in my mind for days; Charlotte Ryan.
Second Impressions...by Harley & Damon
*The hot water of the shower loosened the stiffness in my muscles from spending most of the night in the backseat of Damon's car; the mark he left upon my neck was a dark scar by now, not one I'd be able to hide nor one I even understood. Damon was the first vampire I'd ever been with, let alone met and I'd traveled across the country. I hadn't spent time in one place for long, maybe days or weeks, searching for a place to call home; it was a wish my father made before he died and intended to keep as he was the only person who hadn't so quickly walked out of my life. And the way Damon had so easily charmed his way into being with me after only hours of meeting almost scared me, but how had he so easily done it? Maybe it was a supernatural thing? It had been a couple days since I'd seen Damon and hadn't seen a trace of him, even being the quaint small town Mystic Falls was. Maybe I'd never know how Damon had done it and I was ok with that because I never opened up easily to anybody. I quickly slipped into a pair of jeans and a top that hugged the curve of my torso before slipping into my boots, hopping through the house as I get them on tight, locking up the small duplex I had rented; if I didn't get out the door in the next few minutes, I'd be late opening the doors to my shop to my first potential clients. I double check the front door, my boots heavy against the pavement of the walkway as I make my way to the Dyna sitting in the driveway. I kick up the stand, throwing my leg over it as I slip the key in the ignition, turning on the start switch before the roar of the engine kills the silence. I grab my helmet, the perfect shade of deep purple and buckle it under my chin before pulling out of the driveway, speeding down the streets as I hope I'm not too late to open for the day.
*I made it just in time to open the front doors of the shop, a couple young people coming inside to look through the portfolios I had fanned across the table near the front corner of the front room that had images of my piercing and tattoo work, the walls covered in pictures I'd drawn over the years of pieces I wanted to tattoo on the skin of the willing canvas. I had just reached down to turn on the stereo underneath the front counter, leaving the volume on low as I rise from the floor, grabbing a receipts book to place near the register as I hear a familiar voice. My eyes widen slightly as I keep my back turned, almost not believing that Mystic Falls' resident bad boy, Damon, had returned and stepped in the front doors of my shop. Part of me didn't understand how a supernatural being like Damon was stepping out in midday; all I knew of full vampires and read of them was they burned in the sunlight, but that was the last thing I could focus on as I turned to see that smirk that made me weak only days before and those piercing eyes. I step over to the front register, placing my hands on the counter as I glance over Damon.* You sure you want me to ink up that virgin skin of yours, stud? It may hurt.
"My heavy gaze landed on Harley as she turned to face me, resting one elbow on the counter, taking a quick side glance at the few individual, unsuspecting souls that scanned over Harley's work. I always controlled myself around fresh meat but the scent of human blood was always intriguing but today, inhaling the mixture of Harley's scent and the scent that lingered from the losers in the corner, Harley's won out. I turned myself to lean back over the counter, gazing into her perfect dark eyes allowing the smirk that made women weak in the knees cross my features. My voice was low as I responded to Harley's question. ""I might like you hurting me..”
*I glance away from Damon as that smirk stays playing at his lips, trying to hide it behind my long, dark hair as I bite down on my bottom lip; whatever Damon was doing to me, I knew I had to ignore it, but why was he back after getting what he wanted so easily from me? I lift my head, shaking the hair from my eyes with a tilt of my head, my hair cascading over my shoulder as I let a wicked smirk creep at the corner of my lips.* Think about it awhile, stud. Most people regret their first tattoo no matter how much they may have loved that pain.
The way Harley's curls fell in her eyes made /me/ almost weak in the knees as a girl would say. I reached across and brushed the strands away, tucking them behind her ear as I leaned over the counter a bit more, keeping my voice low and deep. ""Some things you need to think on Harley, others you just know."" My lid slid closed in a wink, keeping my eyes locked on hers. ""Think after a long first day I could invite you to my place for a drink? Ya know, hang out, relax, have meaningless sex?"" A chuckle rose from my chest, allowing Harley to see another wink. ""Kidding about the relaxing part, love"" Smirking, I force myself in a more upright position, both hands resting on the counter. ""So I should let you deal with these fine people and I'll pick you up at 8."" Not giving Harley a chance to deny my request, I turn to head back out the way I came in, glancing back over my shoulder with a smirk. ""Think about a design, Harley. I'm holding you to that tattoo."
*My eyes drift closed for a brief moment as I felt Damon brush the strands of hair from my face only to tuck in behind my ear, his voice almost quiet as his focus seemed to stay on me alone despite the others in the room. I peek my eyes open, looking up into Damon's eyes as he speaks, my heart racing as I look into those piercing hues, raising a brow slightly as I hear him speak about thinking and just knowing, almost intrigued by his words. I stay leaned against the counter as Damon stands up straighter, my eyes never leaving his only to hear his words about meaningless sex, a smirk curling at my lips as I give a brief shake of my head; this man still almost had me puzzled. Maybe I just wasn't used to the attention because I never let any man affect me the way he did and I didn't understand why Damon was. We both had the same dark secret, but I still wondered how he did it and how he was still doing it even after thinking he got all he wanted. I take my hands from the counter, sliding my hands on my hips as I watch Damon turn to walk away, catching glimpse of that same smirk; damn that sexy stud.* What if I need to leave early, stud? *I glance at the small box sitting on the register that held the business cards, knowing my cell number hadn't been added to them since I changed it.*
I keep my stare onto Harley, pursing my lips when she mentioned leaving early. She could but I'd find her. Even if it seemed a bit stalkerish, I now had tasted her blood and it would be a cinch to locate her, but she didn't need to know that. At least not yet. I shoved both my hands into my jeans pocket, my leather jacket opening to tease her a bit. My t-shirt fell perfectly over my abs, a smirk threatening as I strode back to the counter when I noticed her glance at the small box on the counter. For good measure I slipped one of the cards from the box, seeing the expression on Harley's face. ""You're not here, I'll call you? Or I'll hunt you down, whichever you prefer"" I tilt my head with a wink, stuffing the business card in my ass pocket of my jeans, placing both hands on the edge of the counter, pousing myself forward to kiss Harley's soft, flushed cheek. ""See you soon, love"
*I had to glance away as Damon slides his hands in his pockets, his leather jacket opening to show the way his t-shirt fit his chiseled form perfectly; that smirk he tried to hide told me Damon knew exactly what his cocky self was doing as he finally reached to take one of my business cards from the box. I raise a brow slightly, tilting my head slightly as I look up into Damon's piercing eyes that managed to make me weak in the knees every time I gazed up into them. A sweet, sexy smile curled over my lips, shaking the hair from my eyes as I part my lips to speak.* If you can find me, stud. *I flash a wink Damon as he slips the card in the ass pocket of his jeans, leaning against the counter still as Damon leaned in forward to kiss my cheek. I could feel my cheeks warm slightly, causing me to lower my eyes, biting down on my lower lip a moment before I lifted my eyes to Damon's once again, speaking just above a whisper.* Damon...
The sound of Harley's soft voice rang into my ears as I pulled away from the counter in her tattoo shop, quirking a brow as I turned back to Harley. I could sense just how intrigued she was with me along with being curious of me. I wanted to know more about her vampire side but I also felt a strong need to connect with Harley and protect her before diving too deep into all the shit that could overwhelm my need to get to know /her/ as a person, not all the other shit we possessed. My gaze locked onto Harley's as I strode back to the counter. ""Yes? You miss me already? I haven't even left yet, love."" Chuckling with a naughty grin, licking my lips as my eyes stare down that sexy figure of Harley's.
*I step away from the counter, noticing the young people over in the front corner, still looking through my books as Damon stepped back over to the counter, tilting my head slightly as I reach in the bucket on the register for a pen, giving Damon a sweet smile as I put my hand out for his, wiggling my fingers.* So cocky, aren't you, stud? But you know I just remembered my cell number isn't right on that card.. let me see your hand. *I shake my dark hair from my eyes as I glance up into Damon's piercing eyes, gently biting down on my bottom lip as I see Damon that grin, the way he licks his lips, lowering my voice just for him to hear.* Maybe I wanna make sure you don't miss me, stud.
The way Harley bit her damn lip made me want to leap across that counter seperating us and bite it for her. I reached across the smooth surface as she reached out for my hand I willingly let Harley take it. I noticed her voice soften, glancing back at the few young people in the corner, knowing they would soon be wanting Harley's attention and if I wanted to be a complete bastard I'd snap their pretty little necks so they wouldn't bother my time with Harley, but I somehow knew that wasn't the way to win her heart. I waited patiently for Harley to give me her number. ""Guess you don't huh? The backseat of my car might miss you."" I wiggle my brows in a teasing manner Harley.
*I open up the pen, the black ink almost beading to the tip as I take his hand in mine, bringing it close to my chest as I look up into Damon's once more with a roll of my eyes knowing I would be far from complaining with another night in the back seat of Damon's car, speaking softly as I lower my eyes to his hand, slowly printing the first letter of my real name, deciding maybe if Damon was really trying to get to know me, despite how hard he tried to get in my pants, he should know more than my nickname at some point.* Maybe you'll show me more than that someday, Damon.
I follow the tip of the pen as Harley begins to write, raising a brow with the letters she was spelling out. Automatically I assumed that Harley wasn't her real name. Not that I assumed it was but now days the names people came up with was freaky as shit. I exhaled slowly as Harley finished writing out her number, lifting the corners of my mouth in a grin. ""I'll show you that and much more, Harley."" I pulled my hand away after allowing my fingertips to brush over the back of her hand, taking a step back. "8 o'clock...that sexy ass is mine. And everything else attached to is."" I shoot you a smirk and a wink, turning to leave. "Make sure you miss me...I know you can't stop thinking about me already."" With that I slipped out the door, leaving Harley till later.
*I briefly broke my focus from the human canvas I had been working on for the last hour, catching a quick glance at the clock above the front counter of the shop, realizing it was only a few minutes before eight, closing time. I glance over the cap fulls of ink and water, dipping my needle into the discolored water before dipping it into the last color I needed for the tattoo; probably the third shade of purple I'd used for the butterfly that had taken shape on the girl's hip. I lean over her once again, adjusting the plastic against the tattoo machine and cord, finishing the last of the shading on the tattoo, the buzz muffled as the needle made contact with her skin, the colors bleeding into the last bit of her skin. I sit up straight after finishing grabbing the last paper towel to clean off the blood and plasma before reaching to place the last bit of petroleum jelly over the fresh ink to keep it moist. I roll back away from the girl to grab a bandage, setting it aside before grabbing my green soap to clean off the tattoo.* Almost done, sweets. *I grab a damp paper towel, cleaning off the soap, making sure there was none left before patting the excess water off to rub some ointment over it. I grab the bandage and take off the papers to carefully place it over the fresh ink, smoothing it out before rolling away from the girl to start taking my machine apart and start closing up, glancing up at the girl as she slips off the chair.* An hour... eighty bucks, sweets.
I glanced at the time as I sat in my corvette waiting for Harley to finish up on her first day. As my hand rested on top of the steering wheel, noticing the faded pen mark where she had scribbled down her number. I didn't bother to call; I had no doubt Harley would be still there, expecting me to be out front waiting. We still hardly knew each other but you had to start somewhere and I wanted to know about Harley. There was more to getting to know her than just her as a person; there was so much under the surface I was curious about which I was sure Harley was just as curious about me. I drummed my fingers against the wheel, glancing inside Harley's shop through the glass door, finally seeing what I hoped was the last client now at the counter. I noticed the flowers I had delivered were displayed on the front counter. I leaned back in the seat, resting my head against the headrest waiting for the girl to leave so Harley could close up for the night.
*I slowly take my machine apart, placing the pieces back in the case before rising from my seat to shut off the light, leaving just the main overhead on as the girl stepped over to the counter, allowing me to clean up the ink on my rolling table, disinfecting it after removing the saran wrap from the surface, making sure I had killed every trace of any human bodily fluid before sliding it near my desk. I step across the shop, slipping behind the counter to take the cash the girl handed over to give her the change before grabbing the keys from under the counter as she walked out the front door. I step up to the door, seeing Damon waiting outside in his car as I start to lock up, flipping the sign to closed and switching off the main light as I go to move the register drawer to the safe, already counted minus the eighty the girl gave me. I give the lock to the safe a spin, testing it before grabbing my purse to head out the front door, pulling the shade on the door only to double check the front door. I lift my hands to pull the bandanna from my hair before running my hands through my dark locks, hoping I still looked just as hot as the night we met for the resident bad boy despite being under a hot light most of the day. I reach in my purse, grabbing my dark red lipstick, brushing a coat over my full lips only to turn my head with a flip of my hair, a sweet smile pulling across my lips as I step across the pavement,to Damon's Corvette, my heels clicking with every sway of my hips, slipping my lipstick into my purse, adjusting the strap over my shoulder.*
{I was anxious to see Harley emerge from her newly opened shop, able to see her movemebts through the thick glass panes windows that allowed t be daylight to cascade in the front. I gave a half smile at the young women that was last leaving Harley's place, now awaiting Harley's to take her place in the front seat of my car. The sun was going down around me, noticing the way it shone against Harley's face extenuating her features. I shifted in my seat as I stole a glimpse of her ass as she locked up. I wet my lips, my eyes locked onto Harley, grinning as she reapplied her lipstick that was sure to be gone quicker than it was applied. My charming smirk crossed my features as Harley neared the car, leaning over the passengers seat to push open the door for her. ""Evening, babe. Looks like you didn't need to leave early after all huh? Either that or you just /had/ to see me again"" I grin, waiting for Harley to get in.
*I reach down as Damon pushes the passenger side door open for me, the necklace around my neck falling in my cleavage. A sweet, seductive smile curls over my lips as I crawl in beside Damon, tucking my long dark hair behind my ear as I tilt my head to look over at him, those piercing eyes causing me to absently bite down lightly on my bottom lip.* I may have wanted to see you again, stud. I had some clients today though so it kept me busy till you finally came. *I flash a wink in Damon's direction.*
Hearing Harley's words about wanting to see me again made me grin; I might be a cocky SOB but hearing it was still something I was used to. I wasn't the one that -got the girl- or any of that relationship stuff, that was more #Stefan's thing. But regardless here I was, waiting for Harley like a trained puppy dog already. It wasn't like we were ""together"" but she was definitely a girl I wanted to know more about, alot more. My eyes followed the sterling silver charm as it disappeared in Harley's plentiful cleavage, wetting my lips slightly as my mind drifted places they should not have been. Forcing my eyes back to Harley I grinned, turning the key in the ignition, bringing my car to life. ""I knew you couldn't resist the Damon charm, babe."
*I tilt my head slightly as Damon starts up the ignition, a playful smirk creeping at the corner of my lips as I hear that cocky attitude of Damon, a section of my dark locks falling across my cheek as I glance over at him.* Those flowers you sent me might have helped a little too, Damon. I can never resist a charming man though, stud.
I pulled away from the front of Harley's tattoo shop, heading towards my mansion, hoping like hell #Stefan was out playing house or some shit with #Elena. The chances were highly unlikely that Harley and I would have the place to ourselves but there was much more that we needed to do than what had previously taken place only a few nights before in the back seat of this very car. I took my eyes away from the road for a moment, my arm outstretched to rest on the steering wheel as I continued to drive. I glance Harley with my usual smirk, glad she liked the gesture. ""I can be romantic sometimes ya know. Stick around, you might see more of that side. But believe me, it ain't a side that comes out often, so you must be kinda special, Harley"" I reach across, push the hair from Harley's eyes, lowering my hand to brush against the back of yours, my fingers stretching out to attempt to slide in between Harley's.
*I lift my eyes to catch a glance of those piercing blue green hues of Damon's, the ones that made me weak with even the briefest glance, that cocky smirk of his lips causing me to absently bite down on my lower lip; cocky was never the most charming attitude, but there was something about Damon. Maybe it was that bad boy persona, but seeing those brief moments of a softer side of this man, this vampire may have caught my attention almost just as much.* The bad boy with a romantic side that he rarely shows? I must be special even though we barely know each other. *I lower my eyes again as I feel Damon's light touch against my face, so much different than the other night, making me almost believe just how special he might see me as, but loved it. Damn his charming self for making me all tingly that is till I felt that strong, yet gentle touch brushing across my hand, my heart racing in my chest just with that one simple gesture, one simple touch from Damon, one I hadn't expected. I peek my eyes open, glancing up Damon as I move my hand to allow his strong fingers to slide between my own.*
I flashed Harley a genuine smile as she allowed my fingers to slip into hers as we sped off towards my place, hoping she wasn't assuming I was taking her back there for more ""activities"" like the other night. She was a beautiful, sexy woman yes, but intriguing in her own special way. Knowing Harley was in fact similar to me, I was determined to know more about her and that side of Harley. I tightened my fingers around hers, noticing her squeezing back, a smirk pulling at one corner of my lips. ""I hope you are planning on letting me get to know you, Harley"" Winking, I turn my attention back to the road for a brief moment before turning into the rounded paved driveway of my home with Harley.
*The feeling of Damon's strong fingers between mine as he held my hand on the drive over to his place made my heart race a little faster and it felt almost right; damn that charming man for making me feel the way he did with his simple, strong touch. I barely knew Damon, but I wanted to spend as more time with him, which wasn't something I was really used to. I absently tightened my fingers around Damon's as I felt his hand tighten around mine, turning my head to glance up at those eyes as he glances in my direction, my eyes lowering slightly as I notice that smirk pull at the corner of his lips, the inside of the car becoming darker as the darkness deepened all around us. A slightly mischievous smirk creeps at the corner of my lips as I hear Damon's smooth voice.* Getting to know me? Again? Or is taking me to your place your plan to actually learn more than my bra size, stud? *I flash a playful wink Damon, noticing him turn into a rounded paved driveway of a large house, turning to look over the well kept, yet old looking building, my eyes widening slightly before glancing back Damon.* This is your place, Damon?
I low chuckle emerges when Harley makes the comment about her bra size; she was a smart girl, normally that might be all I was interested in in a typical woman, but Harley was far from typical in my eyes. Sure being a vampire was a plus but besides that I had never met another woman like her. The way she held herself she seemed independent; like she didn't /need/ a man. She could take care of her shit. I liked that; she was my type of woman. But contrary to that I was determined to show her that having a man around, especially one like me, was /always./ a plus. As Harley asked about the house, I nodded, pulling right up to the front of the place. ""Yep, this is home. A little out of date, I know but.."" Shrugs, jamming the gear in park before turning off the ignition, already having slipped my hand from Harley. ""...it's home. Been in the family for centuries actually. and I was the lucky contestant to inherit it."" Shrugs, giving Harley a playful wink, hopping out of my side to move to the passenger's side to open the door for Harley. ""After you.."" I motioned for her to step from the car, knowing she wasn't expecting me to do anything even remotely close to being a gentleman but I guess I was kinda ""old fashioned"". I reached out and linked my fingers to Harley's again, leading her to the double doors to the main foyer of the house.
*I turn away from Damon to glance over the house, listening to his words as I admire the old look of the home in front of me, my fingers still linked with Damon's for another moment until he moves his hand to jam the gear into park, the engine dying as he shuts off the ignition.* I think it looks beautiful, stud. *I reach to undo my seatbelt as Damon slides out of the car, moving my hand to open the door only to notice Damon open the door for me, arching a brow slightly as I lower my heeled foot to the pavement rising from Damon's car. I narrow my focus on those piercing eyes, a sweet, seductive smile curling over my lips as he puts his hand out for me to take, feeling his fingers easily slip between mine as he leads me to the front doors.* There's nothing wrong with a little old fashioned.
I turned my head to catch a glimpse of Harley's sparkling hues as I allowed her to step inside before me, listening carefully as I entered, thankful the house was quiet. I led Harley down into the sitting area, a fire already blazing in the fireplace. ""You want a drink, Harley? We got anything your heart desires."" I motion for her to sit as I stepped over to the table, lined with multiple bottles of booze. I wrapped my hand around my favorite bourbon, filling a small glass half full as I waited for Harley's answer.
*I step inside the house, glancing around at the old fashioned decor surrounding me in awe as Damon leads me through to the sitting area, hearing the crackling of the fire as it licks at the wood in the fireplace, slowly taking my hand back as Damon motions for me to sit, finding myself moving to the most comfortable looking seat in the room as I turn to look over the table lined with booze, noticing the bottle Damon wrapped his hand around before lifting my eyes to meet his again, a sweet smile curling across my lips.* I'm a whiskey kinda girl, stud.
My tongue darts over my lips to wet them as Harley mentions her choice, nodding as I grabbed a glass and the JD to pour her a glass closing up the glass bottles before making my way to Harley with our drinks in hand. Noticing she took a seat on the leather couch, I gladly took a seat next to Harley after handing her the drink she requested. I tipped mine back before leaning forward to place it on the marble table in front of us, my eyes scanning over Harley as I leaned back into the cushions. ""So, you wanna have sex right here or in my bed?"" I watched amused as Harley's eyes widened slightly, chuckling as my lips curled into a grin. "I'm kidding."" My lid lowers in a wink towards Harley, sliding my arm to the back of the couch behind her. ""But there is one thing I am quite interested in, Harley"" My brows raise and lower quickly, reaching out for my drink one again.
*I sit forward on the leather couch slightly as I lift my hand to take the glass from Damon, bringing the glass of Tennessee whiskey to my lips, taking a good swig before leaning forward to place the glass on the marble table beside Damon's glass, noticing those gorgeous eyes of Damon's scan over me before he leans back against the cushions. I couldn't say I didn't expect the next words to come out of Damon's mouth, tilting my head slightly, my dark locks falling across my face as I arch a brow at the resident bad boy, slowly glancing away from him as I lick my lips. I shake the dark hair from my face as I lift my head once again, meeting Damon's eyes as those lips of his curl into a grin, pursing my lips slightly as he gives me that wink. I lean my elbow against the back of the couch as Damon slides his arm across the back of the couch, lifting my feet from the floor to turn to face Damon, my knee close to his as I listen to him speak.* As much as I love the offer to fuck on your couch or even in your bed, stud... *I move a hand slowly to Damon's arm draped across the couch, slowly tracing a fingernail up along the slightly flexed muscles, shaking the hair from my eyes again as I notice him reach for his drink.* What did you want to know, Damon?
I loved how she matched my cocky attitude and the way she responded to my comments, making me feel something I hadn't with any other woman, vampire or not. I enjoyed the way Harley's gestures and body language was responding to my own with each of her movements. My eyes followed her nail as it trailed over my bicep, soaking in her sexy features as my eyes moved over Harley once more before reaching for my glass. Placing it to my lips I tip it back, swallowing a generous gulp before responding to Harley's question. ""You know what I am...and I now know what you are but.."" I purse my lips, the question puzzling me even more as I was a about to speak it. ""If you're a vampire, I shouldn't be craving your blood but my god..."" My tongue slides across my lower lip again, tasting the bourbon that was lift on it. ""..I swear I could taste you everyday and never get enough..."
*I lower my eyes, almost feeling my heart jump into my throat as I hear Damon finally mention the one thing I'd hope he wouldn't, at least not for a long while, but after the way I lost control of my supernatural side so easily with this sexy bad boy sitting right in front of me, I should've known better than to think otherwise. I lift my eyes to meet Damon's once more as I lean forward, my necklace falling down in my cleavage as I grab my glass of JD and take a drink as I listen to Damon speak. I swallow my drink, a sly smirk creeping at the corner of my lips as I listen to Damon speak about tasting my blood and never being able to get enough.* You sure it's my blood you wouldn't be able to get enough of, stud? *I flash a wink in Damon's direction before tipping the glass back against my lips, finishing my whiskey, feeling the warm alcohol flow down my throat before parting my lips to speak, pausing a brief moment, shaking the hair from my eyes.* I'm only half...it's easier for me to control because I don't thrive on blood the way a full vampire does. That's all I really know, stud, but...the other night when I was with you... *I absently bite down on my lip, lowering my gaze again as I lean against the couch,my shoulder brushing against Damon as I lift my eyes, feeling my long lashes brush against my skin.* It wasn't so easy anymore.
My eyes narrowed to slits as Harley nibbled her lip, knowing just what that did to me as I turned in my seat more to face her. I slid my arm over the back of the couch as Harley leaned back against it, taking in every word she spoke. A hybrid of sorts. But half human half vampire.. My brow raised as I pursed my lips in thought, reaching for my glass once more. ""I've never met a hybrid quite like you before, Harley. Explains why I craved for your blood when we first met. But that's all you know? You don't know who /made/ you?"" The pad of my thumb gentle rubbed against Harley's shoulder absently.
*I lower my eyes as I take in Damon's words, realizing just how little I really knew about my supernatural nature. All I really knew was my life as a human and even that I didn't know much about; my hybrid nature was something I never let anybody get close enough to know. Damon was maybe the first to see that side of me, the first who brought it out of me and I didn't know how to explain a thing to him. I lift my eyes slightly, speaking in a softened tone.* That's all I know, Damon. I can't say I knew who turned me because I have no memory of anything like that... /you/ are the first vampire I've ever met, Damon.
My eyes turned from narrowed to wide eyes Harley's words; I was really the first she every met? I tried to remember back to my early days after being turned, realizing how difficult those first moments were; learning everything, mostly by trial and error on most occasions. My other hand slid onto Harley's thigh, moving slightly closer as I looked into her dark eyes. ""Then we have alot to do, don't we? We can have fun with your vampire side, Harley?""
*I lower my eyes as I feel Damon's hand slide onto my thigh, a hint of a sweet smile curling at the corners of my lips as I lift my head, shaking my dark locks from my face as I bite down on my bottom lip again, trying to hide the smile from Damon as it widens across my face. I slowly, almost cautiously move my small hand closer to Damon's as it rests on my thigh, arching a brow slightly Damon's words, allowing a wicked smirk to creep over my lips to match his as I respond.* And how do you suppose we have fun with my barely there vampire side, stud?
My lips curled into that familiar smirk once more. "Well for starters..."" My grin became wider and more sly as my lips curled, my fingers rubbing across Harley's leg as we talk. ""..we teach you just how much fun it is to hunt and feed. And then we'll see if you can do all the cool stuff I can do like compulsion. And /please/ tell me when you have blood it's not bunny blood."" I allow a chuckle to escape as I tip my bourbon filled glass to my lips once more, this time taking in the last bit of liquid. ""Refill, Harley?"
*I slide one hand onto my opposite knee as I let Damon slide his hand along my leg, almost feeling the tingling as it rolls down spine from Damon's strong touch, one so different from any other boy I'd been with, knowing just from one encounter that this man, this vampire knew how to make a girl weak easily. I slowly slide my other hand up and down Damon's arm as it rests near my back, lightly grazing his skin with my nails as I look up into Damon's eyes, those goddamn eyes that made me need to regain my self control if I let myself get too deep into them. I tilt my head, my dark locks falling over my shoulder as I listen to Damon's deep, smooth voice, a genuine smile curling across my lips.* You think I'm strong enough to do that? I don't even crave blood, Damon. How can I even drink it the way you would? *My hair flips slightly as I turn to grab my empty glass from the marble table nearby, bending over to reach it as I let my hand brush over Damon's, a smirk hinting at my lips when I hand him my glass.* Always, stud. As far as drinking /bunny/ blood...do I look like I sparkle? *The smirk creeps more mischievously over my lips, casually glancing over Damon as I let my hand wander absently up his arm, shaking the hair from my eyes.* Neither did you.
I laughed Harley's comment about sparkling, shaking my head with a smirk as I began to push off the couch, letting my fingers drag down over Harley's arm, right o the very tip of her fingers. I took her glass in the other hand as I made my way back over to the liquor cabinet, pouring us each another drink. I glanced over Harley with a sly smirk, knowing I could get her drunker faster than I I would, balancing noth glasses in my hands as I take them back to Harley. ""Thank god you don't sparkle babe. That would be awkward." Handing Harley her glass back, I fall back in my spot, leaning back in the cushions, draping my arm over her shoulders again. "The only way to find out if you can drink like me is to try it."" Winking Harley, I tip my glass back once more.
*I glance up Damon as he lets his fingers drag down over mine, a brief chill rolling down my spine as our fingertips meet only to feel Damon pull away to pour us another couple of drinks. I lean back against the cushions of the leather sofa, watching him by the bar, noticing a sly smirk on his lips before Damon stepped across the sitting room to join me on the couch once more. I slide over a bit to allow Damon back in his spot, taking my glass and bringing it to my lips in a drink as I felt his arm drape over my shoulders again, scooting in a little closer to Damon despite the warmth of the room and warmth that the alcohol brought my blood; I may have just wanted to be close to Damon as I bring the glass to my lips once again, tucking my legs up on the couch, sliding my free hand over my knee as I glance up Damon.* As long as you don't mind having me around all the time to teach me.. *I flash a playful wink up Damon, leaning against his strong frame.*
*I made it just in time to open the front doors of the shop, a couple young people coming inside to look through the portfolios I had fanned across the table near the front corner of the front room that had images of my piercing and tattoo work, the walls covered in pictures I'd drawn over the years of pieces I wanted to tattoo on the skin of the willing canvas. I had just reached down to turn on the stereo underneath the front counter, leaving the volume on low as I rise from the floor, grabbing a receipts book to place near the register as I hear a familiar voice. My eyes widen slightly as I keep my back turned, almost not believing that Mystic Falls' resident bad boy, Damon, had returned and stepped in the front doors of my shop. Part of me didn't understand how a supernatural being like Damon was stepping out in midday; all I knew of full vampires and read of them was they burned in the sunlight, but that was the last thing I could focus on as I turned to see that smirk that made me weak only days before and those piercing eyes. I step over to the front register, placing my hands on the counter as I glance over Damon.* You sure you want me to ink up that virgin skin of yours, stud? It may hurt.
"My heavy gaze landed on Harley as she turned to face me, resting one elbow on the counter, taking a quick side glance at the few individual, unsuspecting souls that scanned over Harley's work. I always controlled myself around fresh meat but the scent of human blood was always intriguing but today, inhaling the mixture of Harley's scent and the scent that lingered from the losers in the corner, Harley's won out. I turned myself to lean back over the counter, gazing into her perfect dark eyes allowing the smirk that made women weak in the knees cross my features. My voice was low as I responded to Harley's question. ""I might like you hurting me..”
*I glance away from Damon as that smirk stays playing at his lips, trying to hide it behind my long, dark hair as I bite down on my bottom lip; whatever Damon was doing to me, I knew I had to ignore it, but why was he back after getting what he wanted so easily from me? I lift my head, shaking the hair from my eyes with a tilt of my head, my hair cascading over my shoulder as I let a wicked smirk creep at the corner of my lips.* Think about it awhile, stud. Most people regret their first tattoo no matter how much they may have loved that pain.
The way Harley's curls fell in her eyes made /me/ almost weak in the knees as a girl would say. I reached across and brushed the strands away, tucking them behind her ear as I leaned over the counter a bit more, keeping my voice low and deep. ""Some things you need to think on Harley, others you just know."" My lid slid closed in a wink, keeping my eyes locked on hers. ""Think after a long first day I could invite you to my place for a drink? Ya know, hang out, relax, have meaningless sex?"" A chuckle rose from my chest, allowing Harley to see another wink. ""Kidding about the relaxing part, love"" Smirking, I force myself in a more upright position, both hands resting on the counter. ""So I should let you deal with these fine people and I'll pick you up at 8."" Not giving Harley a chance to deny my request, I turn to head back out the way I came in, glancing back over my shoulder with a smirk. ""Think about a design, Harley. I'm holding you to that tattoo."
*My eyes drift closed for a brief moment as I felt Damon brush the strands of hair from my face only to tuck in behind my ear, his voice almost quiet as his focus seemed to stay on me alone despite the others in the room. I peek my eyes open, looking up into Damon's eyes as he speaks, my heart racing as I look into those piercing hues, raising a brow slightly as I hear him speak about thinking and just knowing, almost intrigued by his words. I stay leaned against the counter as Damon stands up straighter, my eyes never leaving his only to hear his words about meaningless sex, a smirk curling at my lips as I give a brief shake of my head; this man still almost had me puzzled. Maybe I just wasn't used to the attention because I never let any man affect me the way he did and I didn't understand why Damon was. We both had the same dark secret, but I still wondered how he did it and how he was still doing it even after thinking he got all he wanted. I take my hands from the counter, sliding my hands on my hips as I watch Damon turn to walk away, catching glimpse of that same smirk; damn that sexy stud.* What if I need to leave early, stud? *I glance at the small box sitting on the register that held the business cards, knowing my cell number hadn't been added to them since I changed it.*
I keep my stare onto Harley, pursing my lips when she mentioned leaving early. She could but I'd find her. Even if it seemed a bit stalkerish, I now had tasted her blood and it would be a cinch to locate her, but she didn't need to know that. At least not yet. I shoved both my hands into my jeans pocket, my leather jacket opening to tease her a bit. My t-shirt fell perfectly over my abs, a smirk threatening as I strode back to the counter when I noticed her glance at the small box on the counter. For good measure I slipped one of the cards from the box, seeing the expression on Harley's face. ""You're not here, I'll call you? Or I'll hunt you down, whichever you prefer"" I tilt my head with a wink, stuffing the business card in my ass pocket of my jeans, placing both hands on the edge of the counter, pousing myself forward to kiss Harley's soft, flushed cheek. ""See you soon, love"
*I had to glance away as Damon slides his hands in his pockets, his leather jacket opening to show the way his t-shirt fit his chiseled form perfectly; that smirk he tried to hide told me Damon knew exactly what his cocky self was doing as he finally reached to take one of my business cards from the box. I raise a brow slightly, tilting my head slightly as I look up into Damon's piercing eyes that managed to make me weak in the knees every time I gazed up into them. A sweet, sexy smile curled over my lips, shaking the hair from my eyes as I part my lips to speak.* If you can find me, stud. *I flash a wink Damon as he slips the card in the ass pocket of his jeans, leaning against the counter still as Damon leaned in forward to kiss my cheek. I could feel my cheeks warm slightly, causing me to lower my eyes, biting down on my lower lip a moment before I lifted my eyes to Damon's once again, speaking just above a whisper.* Damon...
The sound of Harley's soft voice rang into my ears as I pulled away from the counter in her tattoo shop, quirking a brow as I turned back to Harley. I could sense just how intrigued she was with me along with being curious of me. I wanted to know more about her vampire side but I also felt a strong need to connect with Harley and protect her before diving too deep into all the shit that could overwhelm my need to get to know /her/ as a person, not all the other shit we possessed. My gaze locked onto Harley's as I strode back to the counter. ""Yes? You miss me already? I haven't even left yet, love."" Chuckling with a naughty grin, licking my lips as my eyes stare down that sexy figure of Harley's.
*I step away from the counter, noticing the young people over in the front corner, still looking through my books as Damon stepped back over to the counter, tilting my head slightly as I reach in the bucket on the register for a pen, giving Damon a sweet smile as I put my hand out for his, wiggling my fingers.* So cocky, aren't you, stud? But you know I just remembered my cell number isn't right on that card.. let me see your hand. *I shake my dark hair from my eyes as I glance up into Damon's piercing eyes, gently biting down on my bottom lip as I see Damon that grin, the way he licks his lips, lowering my voice just for him to hear.* Maybe I wanna make sure you don't miss me, stud.
The way Harley bit her damn lip made me want to leap across that counter seperating us and bite it for her. I reached across the smooth surface as she reached out for my hand I willingly let Harley take it. I noticed her voice soften, glancing back at the few young people in the corner, knowing they would soon be wanting Harley's attention and if I wanted to be a complete bastard I'd snap their pretty little necks so they wouldn't bother my time with Harley, but I somehow knew that wasn't the way to win her heart. I waited patiently for Harley to give me her number. ""Guess you don't huh? The backseat of my car might miss you."" I wiggle my brows in a teasing manner Harley.
*I open up the pen, the black ink almost beading to the tip as I take his hand in mine, bringing it close to my chest as I look up into Damon's once more with a roll of my eyes knowing I would be far from complaining with another night in the back seat of Damon's car, speaking softly as I lower my eyes to his hand, slowly printing the first letter of my real name, deciding maybe if Damon was really trying to get to know me, despite how hard he tried to get in my pants, he should know more than my nickname at some point.* Maybe you'll show me more than that someday, Damon.
I follow the tip of the pen as Harley begins to write, raising a brow with the letters she was spelling out. Automatically I assumed that Harley wasn't her real name. Not that I assumed it was but now days the names people came up with was freaky as shit. I exhaled slowly as Harley finished writing out her number, lifting the corners of my mouth in a grin. ""I'll show you that and much more, Harley."" I pulled my hand away after allowing my fingertips to brush over the back of her hand, taking a step back. "8 o'clock...that sexy ass is mine. And everything else attached to is."" I shoot you a smirk and a wink, turning to leave. "Make sure you miss me...I know you can't stop thinking about me already."" With that I slipped out the door, leaving Harley till later.
*I briefly broke my focus from the human canvas I had been working on for the last hour, catching a quick glance at the clock above the front counter of the shop, realizing it was only a few minutes before eight, closing time. I glance over the cap fulls of ink and water, dipping my needle into the discolored water before dipping it into the last color I needed for the tattoo; probably the third shade of purple I'd used for the butterfly that had taken shape on the girl's hip. I lean over her once again, adjusting the plastic against the tattoo machine and cord, finishing the last of the shading on the tattoo, the buzz muffled as the needle made contact with her skin, the colors bleeding into the last bit of her skin. I sit up straight after finishing grabbing the last paper towel to clean off the blood and plasma before reaching to place the last bit of petroleum jelly over the fresh ink to keep it moist. I roll back away from the girl to grab a bandage, setting it aside before grabbing my green soap to clean off the tattoo.* Almost done, sweets. *I grab a damp paper towel, cleaning off the soap, making sure there was none left before patting the excess water off to rub some ointment over it. I grab the bandage and take off the papers to carefully place it over the fresh ink, smoothing it out before rolling away from the girl to start taking my machine apart and start closing up, glancing up at the girl as she slips off the chair.* An hour... eighty bucks, sweets.
I glanced at the time as I sat in my corvette waiting for Harley to finish up on her first day. As my hand rested on top of the steering wheel, noticing the faded pen mark where she had scribbled down her number. I didn't bother to call; I had no doubt Harley would be still there, expecting me to be out front waiting. We still hardly knew each other but you had to start somewhere and I wanted to know about Harley. There was more to getting to know her than just her as a person; there was so much under the surface I was curious about which I was sure Harley was just as curious about me. I drummed my fingers against the wheel, glancing inside Harley's shop through the glass door, finally seeing what I hoped was the last client now at the counter. I noticed the flowers I had delivered were displayed on the front counter. I leaned back in the seat, resting my head against the headrest waiting for the girl to leave so Harley could close up for the night.
*I slowly take my machine apart, placing the pieces back in the case before rising from my seat to shut off the light, leaving just the main overhead on as the girl stepped over to the counter, allowing me to clean up the ink on my rolling table, disinfecting it after removing the saran wrap from the surface, making sure I had killed every trace of any human bodily fluid before sliding it near my desk. I step across the shop, slipping behind the counter to take the cash the girl handed over to give her the change before grabbing the keys from under the counter as she walked out the front door. I step up to the door, seeing Damon waiting outside in his car as I start to lock up, flipping the sign to closed and switching off the main light as I go to move the register drawer to the safe, already counted minus the eighty the girl gave me. I give the lock to the safe a spin, testing it before grabbing my purse to head out the front door, pulling the shade on the door only to double check the front door. I lift my hands to pull the bandanna from my hair before running my hands through my dark locks, hoping I still looked just as hot as the night we met for the resident bad boy despite being under a hot light most of the day. I reach in my purse, grabbing my dark red lipstick, brushing a coat over my full lips only to turn my head with a flip of my hair, a sweet smile pulling across my lips as I step across the pavement,to Damon's Corvette, my heels clicking with every sway of my hips, slipping my lipstick into my purse, adjusting the strap over my shoulder.*
{I was anxious to see Harley emerge from her newly opened shop, able to see her movemebts through the thick glass panes windows that allowed t be daylight to cascade in the front. I gave a half smile at the young women that was last leaving Harley's place, now awaiting Harley's to take her place in the front seat of my car. The sun was going down around me, noticing the way it shone against Harley's face extenuating her features. I shifted in my seat as I stole a glimpse of her ass as she locked up. I wet my lips, my eyes locked onto Harley, grinning as she reapplied her lipstick that was sure to be gone quicker than it was applied. My charming smirk crossed my features as Harley neared the car, leaning over the passengers seat to push open the door for her. ""Evening, babe. Looks like you didn't need to leave early after all huh? Either that or you just /had/ to see me again"" I grin, waiting for Harley to get in.
*I reach down as Damon pushes the passenger side door open for me, the necklace around my neck falling in my cleavage. A sweet, seductive smile curls over my lips as I crawl in beside Damon, tucking my long dark hair behind my ear as I tilt my head to look over at him, those piercing eyes causing me to absently bite down lightly on my bottom lip.* I may have wanted to see you again, stud. I had some clients today though so it kept me busy till you finally came. *I flash a wink in Damon's direction.*
Hearing Harley's words about wanting to see me again made me grin; I might be a cocky SOB but hearing it was still something I was used to. I wasn't the one that -got the girl- or any of that relationship stuff, that was more #Stefan's thing. But regardless here I was, waiting for Harley like a trained puppy dog already. It wasn't like we were ""together"" but she was definitely a girl I wanted to know more about, alot more. My eyes followed the sterling silver charm as it disappeared in Harley's plentiful cleavage, wetting my lips slightly as my mind drifted places they should not have been. Forcing my eyes back to Harley I grinned, turning the key in the ignition, bringing my car to life. ""I knew you couldn't resist the Damon charm, babe."
*I tilt my head slightly as Damon starts up the ignition, a playful smirk creeping at the corner of my lips as I hear that cocky attitude of Damon, a section of my dark locks falling across my cheek as I glance over at him.* Those flowers you sent me might have helped a little too, Damon. I can never resist a charming man though, stud.
I pulled away from the front of Harley's tattoo shop, heading towards my mansion, hoping like hell #Stefan was out playing house or some shit with #Elena. The chances were highly unlikely that Harley and I would have the place to ourselves but there was much more that we needed to do than what had previously taken place only a few nights before in the back seat of this very car. I took my eyes away from the road for a moment, my arm outstretched to rest on the steering wheel as I continued to drive. I glance Harley with my usual smirk, glad she liked the gesture. ""I can be romantic sometimes ya know. Stick around, you might see more of that side. But believe me, it ain't a side that comes out often, so you must be kinda special, Harley"" I reach across, push the hair from Harley's eyes, lowering my hand to brush against the back of yours, my fingers stretching out to attempt to slide in between Harley's.
*I lift my eyes to catch a glance of those piercing blue green hues of Damon's, the ones that made me weak with even the briefest glance, that cocky smirk of his lips causing me to absently bite down on my lower lip; cocky was never the most charming attitude, but there was something about Damon. Maybe it was that bad boy persona, but seeing those brief moments of a softer side of this man, this vampire may have caught my attention almost just as much.* The bad boy with a romantic side that he rarely shows? I must be special even though we barely know each other. *I lower my eyes again as I feel Damon's light touch against my face, so much different than the other night, making me almost believe just how special he might see me as, but loved it. Damn his charming self for making me all tingly that is till I felt that strong, yet gentle touch brushing across my hand, my heart racing in my chest just with that one simple gesture, one simple touch from Damon, one I hadn't expected. I peek my eyes open, glancing up Damon as I move my hand to allow his strong fingers to slide between my own.*
I flashed Harley a genuine smile as she allowed my fingers to slip into hers as we sped off towards my place, hoping she wasn't assuming I was taking her back there for more ""activities"" like the other night. She was a beautiful, sexy woman yes, but intriguing in her own special way. Knowing Harley was in fact similar to me, I was determined to know more about her and that side of Harley. I tightened my fingers around hers, noticing her squeezing back, a smirk pulling at one corner of my lips. ""I hope you are planning on letting me get to know you, Harley"" Winking, I turn my attention back to the road for a brief moment before turning into the rounded paved driveway of my home with Harley.
*The feeling of Damon's strong fingers between mine as he held my hand on the drive over to his place made my heart race a little faster and it felt almost right; damn that charming man for making me feel the way he did with his simple, strong touch. I barely knew Damon, but I wanted to spend as more time with him, which wasn't something I was really used to. I absently tightened my fingers around Damon's as I felt his hand tighten around mine, turning my head to glance up at those eyes as he glances in my direction, my eyes lowering slightly as I notice that smirk pull at the corner of his lips, the inside of the car becoming darker as the darkness deepened all around us. A slightly mischievous smirk creeps at the corner of my lips as I hear Damon's smooth voice.* Getting to know me? Again? Or is taking me to your place your plan to actually learn more than my bra size, stud? *I flash a playful wink Damon, noticing him turn into a rounded paved driveway of a large house, turning to look over the well kept, yet old looking building, my eyes widening slightly before glancing back Damon.* This is your place, Damon?
I low chuckle emerges when Harley makes the comment about her bra size; she was a smart girl, normally that might be all I was interested in in a typical woman, but Harley was far from typical in my eyes. Sure being a vampire was a plus but besides that I had never met another woman like her. The way she held herself she seemed independent; like she didn't /need/ a man. She could take care of her shit. I liked that; she was my type of woman. But contrary to that I was determined to show her that having a man around, especially one like me, was /always./ a plus. As Harley asked about the house, I nodded, pulling right up to the front of the place. ""Yep, this is home. A little out of date, I know but.."" Shrugs, jamming the gear in park before turning off the ignition, already having slipped my hand from Harley. ""...it's home. Been in the family for centuries actually. and I was the lucky contestant to inherit it."" Shrugs, giving Harley a playful wink, hopping out of my side to move to the passenger's side to open the door for Harley. ""After you.."" I motioned for her to step from the car, knowing she wasn't expecting me to do anything even remotely close to being a gentleman but I guess I was kinda ""old fashioned"". I reached out and linked my fingers to Harley's again, leading her to the double doors to the main foyer of the house.
*I turn away from Damon to glance over the house, listening to his words as I admire the old look of the home in front of me, my fingers still linked with Damon's for another moment until he moves his hand to jam the gear into park, the engine dying as he shuts off the ignition.* I think it looks beautiful, stud. *I reach to undo my seatbelt as Damon slides out of the car, moving my hand to open the door only to notice Damon open the door for me, arching a brow slightly as I lower my heeled foot to the pavement rising from Damon's car. I narrow my focus on those piercing eyes, a sweet, seductive smile curling over my lips as he puts his hand out for me to take, feeling his fingers easily slip between mine as he leads me to the front doors.* There's nothing wrong with a little old fashioned.
I turned my head to catch a glimpse of Harley's sparkling hues as I allowed her to step inside before me, listening carefully as I entered, thankful the house was quiet. I led Harley down into the sitting area, a fire already blazing in the fireplace. ""You want a drink, Harley? We got anything your heart desires."" I motion for her to sit as I stepped over to the table, lined with multiple bottles of booze. I wrapped my hand around my favorite bourbon, filling a small glass half full as I waited for Harley's answer.
*I step inside the house, glancing around at the old fashioned decor surrounding me in awe as Damon leads me through to the sitting area, hearing the crackling of the fire as it licks at the wood in the fireplace, slowly taking my hand back as Damon motions for me to sit, finding myself moving to the most comfortable looking seat in the room as I turn to look over the table lined with booze, noticing the bottle Damon wrapped his hand around before lifting my eyes to meet his again, a sweet smile curling across my lips.* I'm a whiskey kinda girl, stud.
My tongue darts over my lips to wet them as Harley mentions her choice, nodding as I grabbed a glass and the JD to pour her a glass closing up the glass bottles before making my way to Harley with our drinks in hand. Noticing she took a seat on the leather couch, I gladly took a seat next to Harley after handing her the drink she requested. I tipped mine back before leaning forward to place it on the marble table in front of us, my eyes scanning over Harley as I leaned back into the cushions. ""So, you wanna have sex right here or in my bed?"" I watched amused as Harley's eyes widened slightly, chuckling as my lips curled into a grin. "I'm kidding."" My lid lowers in a wink towards Harley, sliding my arm to the back of the couch behind her. ""But there is one thing I am quite interested in, Harley"" My brows raise and lower quickly, reaching out for my drink one again.
*I sit forward on the leather couch slightly as I lift my hand to take the glass from Damon, bringing the glass of Tennessee whiskey to my lips, taking a good swig before leaning forward to place the glass on the marble table beside Damon's glass, noticing those gorgeous eyes of Damon's scan over me before he leans back against the cushions. I couldn't say I didn't expect the next words to come out of Damon's mouth, tilting my head slightly, my dark locks falling across my face as I arch a brow at the resident bad boy, slowly glancing away from him as I lick my lips. I shake the dark hair from my face as I lift my head once again, meeting Damon's eyes as those lips of his curl into a grin, pursing my lips slightly as he gives me that wink. I lean my elbow against the back of the couch as Damon slides his arm across the back of the couch, lifting my feet from the floor to turn to face Damon, my knee close to his as I listen to him speak.* As much as I love the offer to fuck on your couch or even in your bed, stud... *I move a hand slowly to Damon's arm draped across the couch, slowly tracing a fingernail up along the slightly flexed muscles, shaking the hair from my eyes again as I notice him reach for his drink.* What did you want to know, Damon?
I loved how she matched my cocky attitude and the way she responded to my comments, making me feel something I hadn't with any other woman, vampire or not. I enjoyed the way Harley's gestures and body language was responding to my own with each of her movements. My eyes followed her nail as it trailed over my bicep, soaking in her sexy features as my eyes moved over Harley once more before reaching for my glass. Placing it to my lips I tip it back, swallowing a generous gulp before responding to Harley's question. ""You know what I am...and I now know what you are but.."" I purse my lips, the question puzzling me even more as I was a about to speak it. ""If you're a vampire, I shouldn't be craving your blood but my god..."" My tongue slides across my lower lip again, tasting the bourbon that was lift on it. ""..I swear I could taste you everyday and never get enough..."
*I lower my eyes, almost feeling my heart jump into my throat as I hear Damon finally mention the one thing I'd hope he wouldn't, at least not for a long while, but after the way I lost control of my supernatural side so easily with this sexy bad boy sitting right in front of me, I should've known better than to think otherwise. I lift my eyes to meet Damon's once more as I lean forward, my necklace falling down in my cleavage as I grab my glass of JD and take a drink as I listen to Damon speak. I swallow my drink, a sly smirk creeping at the corner of my lips as I listen to Damon speak about tasting my blood and never being able to get enough.* You sure it's my blood you wouldn't be able to get enough of, stud? *I flash a wink in Damon's direction before tipping the glass back against my lips, finishing my whiskey, feeling the warm alcohol flow down my throat before parting my lips to speak, pausing a brief moment, shaking the hair from my eyes.* I'm only half...it's easier for me to control because I don't thrive on blood the way a full vampire does. That's all I really know, stud, but...the other night when I was with you... *I absently bite down on my lip, lowering my gaze again as I lean against the couch,my shoulder brushing against Damon as I lift my eyes, feeling my long lashes brush against my skin.* It wasn't so easy anymore.
My eyes narrowed to slits as Harley nibbled her lip, knowing just what that did to me as I turned in my seat more to face her. I slid my arm over the back of the couch as Harley leaned back against it, taking in every word she spoke. A hybrid of sorts. But half human half vampire.. My brow raised as I pursed my lips in thought, reaching for my glass once more. ""I've never met a hybrid quite like you before, Harley. Explains why I craved for your blood when we first met. But that's all you know? You don't know who /made/ you?"" The pad of my thumb gentle rubbed against Harley's shoulder absently.
*I lower my eyes as I take in Damon's words, realizing just how little I really knew about my supernatural nature. All I really knew was my life as a human and even that I didn't know much about; my hybrid nature was something I never let anybody get close enough to know. Damon was maybe the first to see that side of me, the first who brought it out of me and I didn't know how to explain a thing to him. I lift my eyes slightly, speaking in a softened tone.* That's all I know, Damon. I can't say I knew who turned me because I have no memory of anything like that... /you/ are the first vampire I've ever met, Damon.
My eyes turned from narrowed to wide eyes Harley's words; I was really the first she every met? I tried to remember back to my early days after being turned, realizing how difficult those first moments were; learning everything, mostly by trial and error on most occasions. My other hand slid onto Harley's thigh, moving slightly closer as I looked into her dark eyes. ""Then we have alot to do, don't we? We can have fun with your vampire side, Harley?""
*I lower my eyes as I feel Damon's hand slide onto my thigh, a hint of a sweet smile curling at the corners of my lips as I lift my head, shaking my dark locks from my face as I bite down on my bottom lip again, trying to hide the smile from Damon as it widens across my face. I slowly, almost cautiously move my small hand closer to Damon's as it rests on my thigh, arching a brow slightly Damon's words, allowing a wicked smirk to creep over my lips to match his as I respond.* And how do you suppose we have fun with my barely there vampire side, stud?
My lips curled into that familiar smirk once more. "Well for starters..."" My grin became wider and more sly as my lips curled, my fingers rubbing across Harley's leg as we talk. ""..we teach you just how much fun it is to hunt and feed. And then we'll see if you can do all the cool stuff I can do like compulsion. And /please/ tell me when you have blood it's not bunny blood."" I allow a chuckle to escape as I tip my bourbon filled glass to my lips once more, this time taking in the last bit of liquid. ""Refill, Harley?"
*I slide one hand onto my opposite knee as I let Damon slide his hand along my leg, almost feeling the tingling as it rolls down spine from Damon's strong touch, one so different from any other boy I'd been with, knowing just from one encounter that this man, this vampire knew how to make a girl weak easily. I slowly slide my other hand up and down Damon's arm as it rests near my back, lightly grazing his skin with my nails as I look up into Damon's eyes, those goddamn eyes that made me need to regain my self control if I let myself get too deep into them. I tilt my head, my dark locks falling over my shoulder as I listen to Damon's deep, smooth voice, a genuine smile curling across my lips.* You think I'm strong enough to do that? I don't even crave blood, Damon. How can I even drink it the way you would? *My hair flips slightly as I turn to grab my empty glass from the marble table nearby, bending over to reach it as I let my hand brush over Damon's, a smirk hinting at my lips when I hand him my glass.* Always, stud. As far as drinking /bunny/ blood...do I look like I sparkle? *The smirk creeps more mischievously over my lips, casually glancing over Damon as I let my hand wander absently up his arm, shaking the hair from my eyes.* Neither did you.
I laughed Harley's comment about sparkling, shaking my head with a smirk as I began to push off the couch, letting my fingers drag down over Harley's arm, right o the very tip of her fingers. I took her glass in the other hand as I made my way back over to the liquor cabinet, pouring us each another drink. I glanced over Harley with a sly smirk, knowing I could get her drunker faster than I I would, balancing noth glasses in my hands as I take them back to Harley. ""Thank god you don't sparkle babe. That would be awkward." Handing Harley her glass back, I fall back in my spot, leaning back in the cushions, draping my arm over her shoulders again. "The only way to find out if you can drink like me is to try it."" Winking Harley, I tip my glass back once more.
*I glance up Damon as he lets his fingers drag down over mine, a brief chill rolling down my spine as our fingertips meet only to feel Damon pull away to pour us another couple of drinks. I lean back against the cushions of the leather sofa, watching him by the bar, noticing a sly smirk on his lips before Damon stepped across the sitting room to join me on the couch once more. I slide over a bit to allow Damon back in his spot, taking my glass and bringing it to my lips in a drink as I felt his arm drape over my shoulders again, scooting in a little closer to Damon despite the warmth of the room and warmth that the alcohol brought my blood; I may have just wanted to be close to Damon as I bring the glass to my lips once again, tucking my legs up on the couch, sliding my free hand over my knee as I glance up Damon.* As long as you don't mind having me around all the time to teach me.. *I flash a playful wink up Damon, leaning against his strong frame.*
She Needs to Be Mine... ~ By Damon
June 18, 1839. The day of my birth so many years ago. Not many men get to live for 173 years but not many get the priviledge of becoming a monster as I had so luckily become. At least that's how some would see it; me on the other hand I loved being the bloodsucking monster that gave people nightmares. I relished in the thought of becoming an eternal being...an eternal stud to be exact. Having the ladies fall at my feet and beg to...ok who am I kidding? I've only loved two women my entire 173 years of existance; one of which was a complete and utter bitch, the other fell in love with my brother. How lucky am I? But I didn't know just how lucky I was about to become....
The way her dark hair fell over her shoulder and bounced as she swayed her hips into the full bar at the Grill caught my piercing blue eyes in an instant. Never had I been so consumed since Katherine Pierce. But I didn't even know her name, where she was from, how old she was...but I wanted to know it all. But one does not fall into love so quickly, do they? I wouldn't say it was love, possibly lust at first sight cause that girl did things that only Katherine and Elena could have dreamed off. I knew I had to know her and wouldn't you know it, she sat right down next to the stud of Mystic Falls. I mean, how could she resist?
Harley. It was not the name I would have thought for her but damn she fit it well. Later I would learn that it was only a nickname and her full name was Charlotte Ryan. Beautiful still the same but to me, she quickly became my "sweetness". Normally the damsel in distress would have been the type of woman I would pursue, not a tattoo artist that drove a Harley and could take damn good care of herself without my help, but we just never know who we are meant to be with, do we? She quickly became irresistable to me and not just in a sexual way; the scent of the blood running through her veins sent shivers down my spine and made my head spin. I could hardly believe I was falling for a human yet again until I triggered something very interesting in my "sweetness" that wasn't all that sweet.
Pressing Harley into that wall outside the grill, wanting to ravish her body right there and then, not giving two fucks about anyone seeing me gave us both that kind of rush people only dream about. Allowing my hands to grace every delicious curve of that body was enough to make me practically cum in my jeans and her panties to become dripping wet in an instant. But in all our tangled up lust for one another so quickly would have never led me to guess I was about to have my own curse looking me back in my eyes.
Seeing Harley's fangs extend had to be the biggest turn on since I had been with Katherine when I was a human, only this time I was not a pitiful shape of a man. I'd never been quite as shocked as I had in that moment; why was a attracted to the scent of her blood so much; she was a vampire like me, we didn't crave the blood of our kind. Or did we? Whatever it was I craved all of her like nothing I had ever craved in this life of before. I had to know this woman, now more than ever.
It wasn't long before Harley became a permanent resident in my bed and in the mansion I shared, unfortunately sometimes, with my brother #Stefan. She had her own life, a tattoo shop that she owned and she went to work everyday like a "normal" person. But that's where I differed; I quite enjoyed the freedom of doing whatever the hell I wanted; drinking bourbon all day, chasing my food, figuring out all the voodoo shit that came my way. It was Mystic Falls, there was never an end to the drama in this place. But I had my Harley and at the end of the day, all that seemed irrelevant.
June 9, 2015. Exactly 2 months since I pressed that gorgeous woman into the outside wall of Mystic Grill ready to show her what it was like to scream out in pleasure and not be faking. I rolled to my side, still laying naked in my bed, the sheets tousled about just barely covering my body from the waist down as Harley walks in wearing nothing but a towel after her shower that I prayed and damn well wished I could have compelled to fall to the floor. This woman made me breathless just to watch her as she moved about my room, shooting that sexy smile my way once in awhile as I watched her. "Come back to bed..." I'd groan out and she'd always give me the same response. "I have to go to work, stud. It's what normal people do.", then she'd laugh as she'd tease me by finally dropping that towel to get dressed. And I was hard in less time than it took for that towel to gather in a heap on the floor. She knew what she did to me; how bad I always wanted her. And it wasn't just in a sexual way even though we all know vampires as very sexual creatures. She completed me; she was the bad girl to my bad boy. We just....fit.
My eyes locked with hers as she leaned over the bed as I still laid naked under the sheets, giving me a kiss like she always did before rushing out the door, disappearing from my room for the day. Unlike other vampires, Harley could walk in the sun; she didn't need a daylight ring as I did; she was special. She was not only a vampire but she had human blood also coursing through her veins; hence my need to have her warm blood lining my throat every now and again. I had the best of both worlds; the taste of human blood that she allowed me to feed from and the vampire side that had all the advantages that I did. All the "cool" stuff you might say, of course she didn't possess quite the same amount of cockiness I did, but she knew how to perfectly handle my ass.
As the door slammed closed and I heard her harley roar to life, I roll onto my back, draping my arm over my eyes as the sunlight now pooled onto the floor in the usually dark room. I laid there in silence, my only thoughts of the woman who had just left my bed. My trademark smirk began to creep over my face as my mind wondered in thought. I only had eight hours before Harley would return to me...it was time to make this shit official. I didn't want to let this one get away.
The way her dark hair fell over her shoulder and bounced as she swayed her hips into the full bar at the Grill caught my piercing blue eyes in an instant. Never had I been so consumed since Katherine Pierce. But I didn't even know her name, where she was from, how old she was...but I wanted to know it all. But one does not fall into love so quickly, do they? I wouldn't say it was love, possibly lust at first sight cause that girl did things that only Katherine and Elena could have dreamed off. I knew I had to know her and wouldn't you know it, she sat right down next to the stud of Mystic Falls. I mean, how could she resist?
Harley. It was not the name I would have thought for her but damn she fit it well. Later I would learn that it was only a nickname and her full name was Charlotte Ryan. Beautiful still the same but to me, she quickly became my "sweetness". Normally the damsel in distress would have been the type of woman I would pursue, not a tattoo artist that drove a Harley and could take damn good care of herself without my help, but we just never know who we are meant to be with, do we? She quickly became irresistable to me and not just in a sexual way; the scent of the blood running through her veins sent shivers down my spine and made my head spin. I could hardly believe I was falling for a human yet again until I triggered something very interesting in my "sweetness" that wasn't all that sweet.
Pressing Harley into that wall outside the grill, wanting to ravish her body right there and then, not giving two fucks about anyone seeing me gave us both that kind of rush people only dream about. Allowing my hands to grace every delicious curve of that body was enough to make me practically cum in my jeans and her panties to become dripping wet in an instant. But in all our tangled up lust for one another so quickly would have never led me to guess I was about to have my own curse looking me back in my eyes.
Seeing Harley's fangs extend had to be the biggest turn on since I had been with Katherine when I was a human, only this time I was not a pitiful shape of a man. I'd never been quite as shocked as I had in that moment; why was a attracted to the scent of her blood so much; she was a vampire like me, we didn't crave the blood of our kind. Or did we? Whatever it was I craved all of her like nothing I had ever craved in this life of before. I had to know this woman, now more than ever.
It wasn't long before Harley became a permanent resident in my bed and in the mansion I shared, unfortunately sometimes, with my brother #Stefan. She had her own life, a tattoo shop that she owned and she went to work everyday like a "normal" person. But that's where I differed; I quite enjoyed the freedom of doing whatever the hell I wanted; drinking bourbon all day, chasing my food, figuring out all the voodoo shit that came my way. It was Mystic Falls, there was never an end to the drama in this place. But I had my Harley and at the end of the day, all that seemed irrelevant.
June 9, 2015. Exactly 2 months since I pressed that gorgeous woman into the outside wall of Mystic Grill ready to show her what it was like to scream out in pleasure and not be faking. I rolled to my side, still laying naked in my bed, the sheets tousled about just barely covering my body from the waist down as Harley walks in wearing nothing but a towel after her shower that I prayed and damn well wished I could have compelled to fall to the floor. This woman made me breathless just to watch her as she moved about my room, shooting that sexy smile my way once in awhile as I watched her. "Come back to bed..." I'd groan out and she'd always give me the same response. "I have to go to work, stud. It's what normal people do.", then she'd laugh as she'd tease me by finally dropping that towel to get dressed. And I was hard in less time than it took for that towel to gather in a heap on the floor. She knew what she did to me; how bad I always wanted her. And it wasn't just in a sexual way even though we all know vampires as very sexual creatures. She completed me; she was the bad girl to my bad boy. We just....fit.
My eyes locked with hers as she leaned over the bed as I still laid naked under the sheets, giving me a kiss like she always did before rushing out the door, disappearing from my room for the day. Unlike other vampires, Harley could walk in the sun; she didn't need a daylight ring as I did; she was special. She was not only a vampire but she had human blood also coursing through her veins; hence my need to have her warm blood lining my throat every now and again. I had the best of both worlds; the taste of human blood that she allowed me to feed from and the vampire side that had all the advantages that I did. All the "cool" stuff you might say, of course she didn't possess quite the same amount of cockiness I did, but she knew how to perfectly handle my ass.
As the door slammed closed and I heard her harley roar to life, I roll onto my back, draping my arm over my eyes as the sunlight now pooled onto the floor in the usually dark room. I laid there in silence, my only thoughts of the woman who had just left my bed. My trademark smirk began to creep over my face as my mind wondered in thought. I only had eight hours before Harley would return to me...it was time to make this shit official. I didn't want to let this one get away.
Making It Official~ By Damon
Damon glanced at the time, flipping his wrist over to stare at the second hand on his watch. Harley would be closing her tattoo shop in exactly 5 minutes which left little time for him to get even more anxious. He paced the aged carpet on the boarding house sitting room. No woman had ever done this to him before; Jesus he was just taking Harley out on an official date, he didn't have to be so nervous. But he was, almost extremely. They had only known each other two months but in that short amount of time Damon knew Harley was special. And he wanted her to be his. Always. He drew in a deep breath to calm himself, brushing the palms of his hands down over the front of his black dress shirt as he heard her Dyna pull up outside. He had already laid out a new black dress and heels on their bed for her to wear, paying special attention to make sure it would hug Harley's curves just right. He hadn't told her he was taking her out; he didn't want to take the chance of some supernatural shit fucking up his plans and disappointing her. Cause fuck knows that shit had a way of sneaking up on him. She came bounding through the front doors of the boarding house like she always did, his piercing blues landing on her instantly. She tossed her things aside and saunter her perfect little body right over to his, hooking her dainty arms arounf his neck, forcing herself in close to his larger frame. His lips pressed to hers in a soft kiss, smiling against her full ones only to have her pull away, her big brown eyes looking up at him before her spoke.
"Go upstairs and get ready. We're going on...on a real date"
Her eyes lit up with surprise as she stared at him; granted theirs first "date" was an impromptu meeting at the grill where he ended up banging her in the back of his car. Hot, sure. But not quite the way an official date should go. But then again, he wasn't even sure he knew how that worked himself. Her smile lit up the room before he rushed her off, tilting his head to the side as he wet his dry lips, watching that sexy woman of his disappear up the stairs.
As he waited, a freshly poured bourbon stayed clasped in his hands, tipping the brim of it back to his lips he noticed Harley sway down the stairs, the dress he had picked out fit her like a glove. Almost made him want to say fuck the date and get her right back out of that skin tight dress. But he couldn't, tonight was important. He stood from his seat after placing the crystal glass on the side table next to the black leather sofa, taking a few slow strides over to Harley. She was so beautiful, like an angel on earth but with a bad streak of her own. He brushed a few of her chestnut locks from her shoulder before leaning in to brush hs knuckles against her cheek, a grin forming on his face as he spoke.
"Ready to go, beautiful?"
Her smile was enough to light up the entire dim light sitting room as his hand found placement on her lower back, easing her out towards the front doors of the mansion, leading her right into his camaro, driving to the next town to the popular night club; Vortex.
The music was booming as soon as they drove into the parking lot, the bass thumping throughout the air. He slipped from the driver's side and sped to the other, opening Harley's door to offer her a hand to help her from his car. He allowed another grin to form on his expression as he led his girl inside the popular nightclub.
The eyes fell onto her the moment he lead her in through the crowd towards the bar; the guys eyeing what was his. He narrowed his eyes at the sons of bitches that were making comments, his exceptional hearing he heard it all and it made a snarl rise from his throat until Harley glanced over her shoulder, tucking herself into his side with her arms around his waist as the made the rest of the way to the bar.
Keeping Harley in close to him he signalled to the bartender for 4 shots; two for him and two for her before she'd no doubt pull him out on the dance floor with her. Pounding the shots back, smirking to himself he nudged his head out towards the crowd as he reached for Harley's hand to lead her to the dance floor.
The song was a slow one, Beyonce's 'Crazy In Love' played through thoughout the club as he drew Harley in tight against him, his one hand finding her lower back, caressing just the to of her ass as the other hand clasped hers, tucking it in between them both. the scent of her hair sifted through his nose as he buried his face in her hair, wanting to have her close enough to feel her heart pounding against his as they moved. Despite the loudness of the music, he whispered against the shell of her ear, knowing it would be the only thing she heard.
"I love you Harley..."
He felt a nervousness that was so unlike him; usually he was a cocky, arrogant son of a bitch, but with her, she changed him. He was still that prick he always was but with her, he couldn't be that person. Even all those years pining after Katherine, she was nothing compared to his Harley. And that's exactly what he wanted her to be. Untwining his arms from her, still in the centre of the dance floor as their song played on, he fished in the inner pocket of his leather jacket to reveal the bracelet he had purchesed for her, inscribed withh their names and the date of this very night. He pinched it between his fingers before opening the velvet box, allowing her the first glimpse of his first of many gifts to her.
"Charlotte Ryan...would you please do me the honour of being me girl?"
He flashed her a playful wink as he chocolate hues lit up before a soft bit of laughter escaped. Sure, maybe it was corny, like a knocked off version of a proposal but she brought out that lovey, goofy side in him and he wasn't afraid to let his humanity show. Not for her. Her quick nod as she reached out for the bracelet was enough of an answer for him. His arms cradled for petite frame once more, lifting her clear off the floor as their lips met in a kiss, allowing it to linger as long as Harley allowed it. It was offical as it could be this early in their relationship; she was his and he was hers and that's more than he could ask for. He never truly felt he was worthy of anyone's love, especially the girl he was holding protectively in his arms. But here she was, agreeing to be his and willing to love him for who he is. He removed the bracelet from it's box and clasped it around her slender wrist, a grin gracing his lips the entire time. She smiled up at him, beaming, and with no words their lips met again in a kiss; slow and gentle, his hands roaming her curves, admiring every one as her body molded into his on that dance floor, holding her close as they finished out the remainder of the song; their song.
They finished off their night with cheap bar food and booze, even a quickie in one of the bathroom stalls at the back of the bar. They were adventurous like that and didn't really give a fuck; they were all about them, no one else. They were all each other needed and she was all he ever wanted.
"Go upstairs and get ready. We're going on...on a real date"
Her eyes lit up with surprise as she stared at him; granted theirs first "date" was an impromptu meeting at the grill where he ended up banging her in the back of his car. Hot, sure. But not quite the way an official date should go. But then again, he wasn't even sure he knew how that worked himself. Her smile lit up the room before he rushed her off, tilting his head to the side as he wet his dry lips, watching that sexy woman of his disappear up the stairs.
As he waited, a freshly poured bourbon stayed clasped in his hands, tipping the brim of it back to his lips he noticed Harley sway down the stairs, the dress he had picked out fit her like a glove. Almost made him want to say fuck the date and get her right back out of that skin tight dress. But he couldn't, tonight was important. He stood from his seat after placing the crystal glass on the side table next to the black leather sofa, taking a few slow strides over to Harley. She was so beautiful, like an angel on earth but with a bad streak of her own. He brushed a few of her chestnut locks from her shoulder before leaning in to brush hs knuckles against her cheek, a grin forming on his face as he spoke.
"Ready to go, beautiful?"
Her smile was enough to light up the entire dim light sitting room as his hand found placement on her lower back, easing her out towards the front doors of the mansion, leading her right into his camaro, driving to the next town to the popular night club; Vortex.
The music was booming as soon as they drove into the parking lot, the bass thumping throughout the air. He slipped from the driver's side and sped to the other, opening Harley's door to offer her a hand to help her from his car. He allowed another grin to form on his expression as he led his girl inside the popular nightclub.
The eyes fell onto her the moment he lead her in through the crowd towards the bar; the guys eyeing what was his. He narrowed his eyes at the sons of bitches that were making comments, his exceptional hearing he heard it all and it made a snarl rise from his throat until Harley glanced over her shoulder, tucking herself into his side with her arms around his waist as the made the rest of the way to the bar.
Keeping Harley in close to him he signalled to the bartender for 4 shots; two for him and two for her before she'd no doubt pull him out on the dance floor with her. Pounding the shots back, smirking to himself he nudged his head out towards the crowd as he reached for Harley's hand to lead her to the dance floor.
The song was a slow one, Beyonce's 'Crazy In Love' played through thoughout the club as he drew Harley in tight against him, his one hand finding her lower back, caressing just the to of her ass as the other hand clasped hers, tucking it in between them both. the scent of her hair sifted through his nose as he buried his face in her hair, wanting to have her close enough to feel her heart pounding against his as they moved. Despite the loudness of the music, he whispered against the shell of her ear, knowing it would be the only thing she heard.
"I love you Harley..."
He felt a nervousness that was so unlike him; usually he was a cocky, arrogant son of a bitch, but with her, she changed him. He was still that prick he always was but with her, he couldn't be that person. Even all those years pining after Katherine, she was nothing compared to his Harley. And that's exactly what he wanted her to be. Untwining his arms from her, still in the centre of the dance floor as their song played on, he fished in the inner pocket of his leather jacket to reveal the bracelet he had purchesed for her, inscribed withh their names and the date of this very night. He pinched it between his fingers before opening the velvet box, allowing her the first glimpse of his first of many gifts to her.
"Charlotte Ryan...would you please do me the honour of being me girl?"
He flashed her a playful wink as he chocolate hues lit up before a soft bit of laughter escaped. Sure, maybe it was corny, like a knocked off version of a proposal but she brought out that lovey, goofy side in him and he wasn't afraid to let his humanity show. Not for her. Her quick nod as she reached out for the bracelet was enough of an answer for him. His arms cradled for petite frame once more, lifting her clear off the floor as their lips met in a kiss, allowing it to linger as long as Harley allowed it. It was offical as it could be this early in their relationship; she was his and he was hers and that's more than he could ask for. He never truly felt he was worthy of anyone's love, especially the girl he was holding protectively in his arms. But here she was, agreeing to be his and willing to love him for who he is. He removed the bracelet from it's box and clasped it around her slender wrist, a grin gracing his lips the entire time. She smiled up at him, beaming, and with no words their lips met again in a kiss; slow and gentle, his hands roaming her curves, admiring every one as her body molded into his on that dance floor, holding her close as they finished out the remainder of the song; their song.
They finished off their night with cheap bar food and booze, even a quickie in one of the bathroom stalls at the back of the bar. They were adventurous like that and didn't really give a fuck; they were all about them, no one else. They were all each other needed and she was all he ever wanted.
Saving Elena...Again ~ by Damon
In my world the days never really meant much and I never cared what day of the week it ever was but since Harley now lived in my bed when it was a Sunday morning, you took full advantage. She "worked" like normal people, unlike me. My work was keeping her and everyone around me safe from the supernatural that lurked around these parts. And believe
me this was the breeding ground for that kinda shit. But today? Today is all about lounging in bed with my girl, Harley, blocking out the entire world and worshipping her body a few dozen times. Or so I thought...
"Damon!" I groaned hearing the last voice I wanted to hear when I was deep inside my girl. I instantly bowed my head to Harley's shoulder as I halted my movements only to hear Stefan bust through my bedroom door.
"It's called knocking for a reason, Stefan."
I slid off Harley and onto my side of the bed, sitting up as the sheet fell around my waist, glancing over at Harley as she scrambled to get the sheets over her now that we were so graciously interrupted by my brother.
"We need to talk.." I could hear the worry in his voice and it only meant one thing. "It's Elena.."
I couldn't help but allow my eyes to roll. Of course it was about Elena, it was -always- about Elena. I swear I was ready to turn that girl myself just so I didn't have to save her ass from my kind anymore.
"How would I have ever guessed it was about Elena, Stefan? Do you cry out like a love sick puppy for any other reason?"
I pushed the sheets back and grabbed my jeans from the floor, lifting from the bed to pull them on. Stefan turned, covering his face as I did causing me to smirk. Dumb ass busts in my room when I am fucking my girl he deserves to see my naked ass. Maybe he won't do it again.
I leaned over the bed and placed my lips to Harley 's, pushing her back down in bed, ready to devour her again only to have that annoying voice ring out again.
"Damon, come on.."
I groaned and pushed away from my woman, whispering an "I love you" before giving my eyes a slight roll as I stood. Ohh he was gonna pay for this but I could only hope my brother would do the same for me if it was Harley in danger. So with that I stalked out of the room, leaving Harley to sleep our lazy Sunday morning away.
"Alright, you going to tell me what's got you all wound up or do I got to get in that head of yours? But to be honest that's just too much work so spill.."
I spoke in a curious yet demanding tome as the gold colored bourbon left the bottle to flow into my glass before tipping it to my lips.
Stefan was pacing like a lion on the prowl and I knew whatever it was had him riled up. I leaned back against the table the held my many varieties of liquor, my arms crossed across my chest as I sipped my drink.
"She didn't go home last night, Damon. Jeremy said he bed wasn't slept in.."
Stefan paused and my eyes flickered, making a motion with my hand as if to say "Ok and your point is.." He continued before I had to ask.
"Someone has taken her, and as in someone I mean another vampire. No doubt wanting to hand her over to Klaus."
My eyes rolled, taking a step away from the table only to sit my drink on it before walking up to Stefan. I shook my head; I couldn't believe I was about to go on a kidnapping mission for, who else but Elena Gilbert.
"Jesus Christ...did you call Bonnie?" I caught myslef starting to pace, my fingers steepled at my lips in thought. "We need her ro do her little witchy voo doo and get us a location. Then we go, rip the heart out of whoever has her and I am back in bed with my woman before nightfall. Sound like a plan? Good.." My hands clapped together twice before smirking at Stefan. "Chop, chop..get on it little brother"
It didn't take long before Bonnie had us a location and I wasn't about to waste any time getting this over and done with. I was thankful that Harley was one of us but being the hybrid she was I couldn't help but be nervous of how any of this could effect her or worse yet, her be involved in any of this tangled us we were always trying to unweave. I wanted her as far away from Katherine, Klaus and any other pain in my ass, but I knew it would never happen. She was part of my life now and she was in it as deep as I was.
The locator spell pointed us just outside Mystic Falls in an old abandoned cabin on the lake. Not willing to let my brother drive I did the honor, taking the time on route to plan our attack which was simple. I had no tolerance for bullshit today, I wanted whoever it was to die at my hand and let me get back to Mystic Falls.
I parked far enough away to not be suspected of anything, vamp speeding the rest of the way through the woods with Stefan. I listened carefully and could hear Elena's whimpers. "She's there Stefan, C'mon.."
Now normally we'd come up with a mighty Salvatore plan but today it was just bust in, kill the fuckers and be on our merry way. Both Stefan was equipped with stakes, but I had no use for that today. I had another plan. Slipping into the room I put my finger to my lips when Elena went wide eyed, not wanting to alert the ones holding her captive. She was alone in the room, her feet and wrists bound. I glanced back at Stefan, giving a nod in her direction.
"Go...get her."
My head spun from side to side, keeping my eyes peeled thinking this seemed way too easy, and I was right. A stake to the chest and Stefan was down, a shrieking scream from Elena as she fell to the floor next to him. I knew he was okay, it was too far from his heart to kill him. Little did the asshole know that stood over my brother that he didn't come alone.
"We're taking her to Klaus, you pathetic piece of..."
Before the piece of shit; as he was so nicely going to refer to my brother as; finished his little speal I was behind him, a cocky smirk on my face.
"I really don't think that's going to happen today, dude. Good plan though.." Before he could open his mouth to speak my hand was through the flesh of his chest, clentching my fingers around his hearts, feeling the dead beating muscle in my hand. I didn't pull it from his body right away; I enjoyed the expression on ones face before they knew they were at the end of their piss poor exsistance. His face contorted, his eyes widening as I gave one swift tug, pulling his heart and the valves attached to it from his chest, watching as he fell to the floor in a heap, his veins hardening as his once "alive" body ceased to exsist. As the blood pooled at my feet I focused my attention to Stefan and Elena, seeing my brother cringing as he gripped the stake in his torso.
"Need some help?" I smirked, giving the wooden shroud a pull, releasing it from his chest to allow him to heal. Just as I helped him to his feet and motioned towards the exit I paused.
"Shit..he wasn't alone. Fuck my life.." I mumbled before ushering Elena behind me. "Stefan, take Elena and get outta here. NOW."
I didn't get a response before I was face to face with a woman, making me chuckle. I had seen her around Mystic Falls before, maybe at the Grill, but did she really think she could take me?
"Sorry to have ruined your plans, darlin' but you see that doppleganger that just left with my brother, yeah, she don't want to meet Klaus today and frankly neither do we so..buh bye.."
I gave a sarcastic wave only to find myself plunged against the hard wall, a hand at my throat squeezing the dead life out of me. This bitch meant business. She snarled, narrowing her eyes on me.
"That /girl/ was our way out, repaying a debt and if you think for a second you are going to keep her safe, think again."
I coughed as her slender fingers released my throat, clutching it with one of my own hands. Who the fuck did she think she was? Telling /me/ what I was going to do. Obviously she had no idea who she was talking to.
"I hate to disagree but.." Just like her friend that was now swimming in a pool of his own blood, my hand ripped her heart from her chest, twisting it just to give her that last bit of "Don't fuck with Damon Salvatore" attitude. As she looked at me, I fluttered my eyes in that cocky way, lifting my brows as my head tilted, my hand and wrist still buried deep in the walls of her torso, now dripping with her blood. "...it's Sunday, and my girl is laying in my bed /naked/ and I am here saving the girl my brother loves. If you think that is a little inconvenient, you're right. And for that, you get this.." With one more forceful squeeze I pull her heart out, watching again as she drops to the floor, holding the large muscle in my hand as the blood ran down my arm. I toss it to the floor, watching it tumble before coming to a stop. I shook my head, turning around to see Stefan and Elena, giving a cocky smile and a wink.
"Today was /not/ the day to fuck with me. Now if you don't mind, I have a set of thighs to be buried between. Let's go"
The sun was setting as we walked through the door of the boarding house, catching Harley as she lunged towards me, noticing the look on her face when she noticed I was covered in blood. I gave her a soft kiss, lowering my lid in a wink. "I think I need to shower...help me get clean before we get dirty, sweetness?"
With Elena safe in Stefan's arms and my woman safe in mine I scooped her up and disappeared, planning on making up every lost minute of today.
me this was the breeding ground for that kinda shit. But today? Today is all about lounging in bed with my girl, Harley, blocking out the entire world and worshipping her body a few dozen times. Or so I thought...
"Damon!" I groaned hearing the last voice I wanted to hear when I was deep inside my girl. I instantly bowed my head to Harley's shoulder as I halted my movements only to hear Stefan bust through my bedroom door.
"It's called knocking for a reason, Stefan."
I slid off Harley and onto my side of the bed, sitting up as the sheet fell around my waist, glancing over at Harley as she scrambled to get the sheets over her now that we were so graciously interrupted by my brother.
"We need to talk.." I could hear the worry in his voice and it only meant one thing. "It's Elena.."
I couldn't help but allow my eyes to roll. Of course it was about Elena, it was -always- about Elena. I swear I was ready to turn that girl myself just so I didn't have to save her ass from my kind anymore.
"How would I have ever guessed it was about Elena, Stefan? Do you cry out like a love sick puppy for any other reason?"
I pushed the sheets back and grabbed my jeans from the floor, lifting from the bed to pull them on. Stefan turned, covering his face as I did causing me to smirk. Dumb ass busts in my room when I am fucking my girl he deserves to see my naked ass. Maybe he won't do it again.
I leaned over the bed and placed my lips to Harley 's, pushing her back down in bed, ready to devour her again only to have that annoying voice ring out again.
"Damon, come on.."
I groaned and pushed away from my woman, whispering an "I love you" before giving my eyes a slight roll as I stood. Ohh he was gonna pay for this but I could only hope my brother would do the same for me if it was Harley in danger. So with that I stalked out of the room, leaving Harley to sleep our lazy Sunday morning away.
"Alright, you going to tell me what's got you all wound up or do I got to get in that head of yours? But to be honest that's just too much work so spill.."
I spoke in a curious yet demanding tome as the gold colored bourbon left the bottle to flow into my glass before tipping it to my lips.
Stefan was pacing like a lion on the prowl and I knew whatever it was had him riled up. I leaned back against the table the held my many varieties of liquor, my arms crossed across my chest as I sipped my drink.
"She didn't go home last night, Damon. Jeremy said he bed wasn't slept in.."
Stefan paused and my eyes flickered, making a motion with my hand as if to say "Ok and your point is.." He continued before I had to ask.
"Someone has taken her, and as in someone I mean another vampire. No doubt wanting to hand her over to Klaus."
My eyes rolled, taking a step away from the table only to sit my drink on it before walking up to Stefan. I shook my head; I couldn't believe I was about to go on a kidnapping mission for, who else but Elena Gilbert.
"Jesus Christ...did you call Bonnie?" I caught myslef starting to pace, my fingers steepled at my lips in thought. "We need her ro do her little witchy voo doo and get us a location. Then we go, rip the heart out of whoever has her and I am back in bed with my woman before nightfall. Sound like a plan? Good.." My hands clapped together twice before smirking at Stefan. "Chop, chop..get on it little brother"
It didn't take long before Bonnie had us a location and I wasn't about to waste any time getting this over and done with. I was thankful that Harley was one of us but being the hybrid she was I couldn't help but be nervous of how any of this could effect her or worse yet, her be involved in any of this tangled us we were always trying to unweave. I wanted her as far away from Katherine, Klaus and any other pain in my ass, but I knew it would never happen. She was part of my life now and she was in it as deep as I was.
The locator spell pointed us just outside Mystic Falls in an old abandoned cabin on the lake. Not willing to let my brother drive I did the honor, taking the time on route to plan our attack which was simple. I had no tolerance for bullshit today, I wanted whoever it was to die at my hand and let me get back to Mystic Falls.
I parked far enough away to not be suspected of anything, vamp speeding the rest of the way through the woods with Stefan. I listened carefully and could hear Elena's whimpers. "She's there Stefan, C'mon.."
Now normally we'd come up with a mighty Salvatore plan but today it was just bust in, kill the fuckers and be on our merry way. Both Stefan was equipped with stakes, but I had no use for that today. I had another plan. Slipping into the room I put my finger to my lips when Elena went wide eyed, not wanting to alert the ones holding her captive. She was alone in the room, her feet and wrists bound. I glanced back at Stefan, giving a nod in her direction.
"Go...get her."
My head spun from side to side, keeping my eyes peeled thinking this seemed way too easy, and I was right. A stake to the chest and Stefan was down, a shrieking scream from Elena as she fell to the floor next to him. I knew he was okay, it was too far from his heart to kill him. Little did the asshole know that stood over my brother that he didn't come alone.
"We're taking her to Klaus, you pathetic piece of..."
Before the piece of shit; as he was so nicely going to refer to my brother as; finished his little speal I was behind him, a cocky smirk on my face.
"I really don't think that's going to happen today, dude. Good plan though.." Before he could open his mouth to speak my hand was through the flesh of his chest, clentching my fingers around his hearts, feeling the dead beating muscle in my hand. I didn't pull it from his body right away; I enjoyed the expression on ones face before they knew they were at the end of their piss poor exsistance. His face contorted, his eyes widening as I gave one swift tug, pulling his heart and the valves attached to it from his chest, watching as he fell to the floor in a heap, his veins hardening as his once "alive" body ceased to exsist. As the blood pooled at my feet I focused my attention to Stefan and Elena, seeing my brother cringing as he gripped the stake in his torso.
"Need some help?" I smirked, giving the wooden shroud a pull, releasing it from his chest to allow him to heal. Just as I helped him to his feet and motioned towards the exit I paused.
"Shit..he wasn't alone. Fuck my life.." I mumbled before ushering Elena behind me. "Stefan, take Elena and get outta here. NOW."
I didn't get a response before I was face to face with a woman, making me chuckle. I had seen her around Mystic Falls before, maybe at the Grill, but did she really think she could take me?
"Sorry to have ruined your plans, darlin' but you see that doppleganger that just left with my brother, yeah, she don't want to meet Klaus today and frankly neither do we so..buh bye.."
I gave a sarcastic wave only to find myself plunged against the hard wall, a hand at my throat squeezing the dead life out of me. This bitch meant business. She snarled, narrowing her eyes on me.
"That /girl/ was our way out, repaying a debt and if you think for a second you are going to keep her safe, think again."
I coughed as her slender fingers released my throat, clutching it with one of my own hands. Who the fuck did she think she was? Telling /me/ what I was going to do. Obviously she had no idea who she was talking to.
"I hate to disagree but.." Just like her friend that was now swimming in a pool of his own blood, my hand ripped her heart from her chest, twisting it just to give her that last bit of "Don't fuck with Damon Salvatore" attitude. As she looked at me, I fluttered my eyes in that cocky way, lifting my brows as my head tilted, my hand and wrist still buried deep in the walls of her torso, now dripping with her blood. "...it's Sunday, and my girl is laying in my bed /naked/ and I am here saving the girl my brother loves. If you think that is a little inconvenient, you're right. And for that, you get this.." With one more forceful squeeze I pull her heart out, watching again as she drops to the floor, holding the large muscle in my hand as the blood ran down my arm. I toss it to the floor, watching it tumble before coming to a stop. I shook my head, turning around to see Stefan and Elena, giving a cocky smile and a wink.
"Today was /not/ the day to fuck with me. Now if you don't mind, I have a set of thighs to be buried between. Let's go"
The sun was setting as we walked through the door of the boarding house, catching Harley as she lunged towards me, noticing the look on her face when she noticed I was covered in blood. I gave her a soft kiss, lowering my lid in a wink. "I think I need to shower...help me get clean before we get dirty, sweetness?"
With Elena safe in Stefan's arms and my woman safe in mine I scooped her up and disappeared, planning on making up every lost minute of today.
Memories of the Past ~ by Harley
*Stefan and Elena had turned out to be a couple royal pains in the ass whenever Damon and I found ourselves in a compromising position; they were the epitome of fucking cock blocking. My bad boy reluctantly pulled his naked ass out of bed to go save his brother’s girl, yet again, much to my protests as I tried to lure him back to bed with no avail, narrowing my gaze almost with a roll of my eyes as I glanced at Stefan near the door to the room, tightening the sheets around my naked curves.
I couldn’t help, but admire that perfect specimen of a man as he dressed before me, rolling onto his side of the bed with the warm, cotton sheets to keep myself covered as Stefan waited so impatiently for his brother to dress, mouthing back the words “I love you” as he left the room. I lift a hand to my lips, blowing him a kiss as he left the room, leaving me alone in his huge bed before too long.
I close my eyes, slipping my arms underneath Damon’s pillow, inhaling a slow, deep breath as I memorize that familiar scent, that cologne he always wears, the faint scent of sweat and sex against the sheets as I pull them tighter over me on his side of the bed. I could feel myself start to drift, perfectly comfortable in his bed, the only one I had slept in for the majority of the last two months since I had arrived in Mystic Falls, thinking back to how I arrived in this quaint little supernatural town after such a long trip, searching the country for a place to call my own.
At the age of nine, I met John and Stella; they had come into the orphanage, looking to adopt because they had tried for so long to have a child of their own and had finally given up. They were an older couple, older than most who came into the orphanage, but they hadn’t intended to adopt an infant. I finally had a home, a family that called me their own after being moved around from family to family, but it didn’t last long. Within a couple years, they successfully had a biological child; a blonde little girl who became my mother’s favorite.
Jealousy, anger, and even sadness overwhelmed me at times in ways no normal person dealt with; my fangs never stayed hidden long after my eyes became dark, reactions my mother came to shun me over because I wasn’t the perfect child she wanted, even calling me the “devil’s child”. I couldn’t control these reactions and I never understood them either, but it was “normal” for me and the man I lovingly came to call my “dad” somehow he had accepted me when she didn’t; he said I was still their child no matter what and he was the reason I never went back to that orphanage. I never knew my biological mother or my biological father, but my mother always seemed to remind me that I wasn’t hers.
I was devastated when he passed away just months after I turned twenty from a battle with cancer; I had already been through a break up from hell with a man I not so admiringly call my first love and had been trying to find a way out of the small town that wasn’t large enough to hold my dreams. I took my dad’s truck, throwing my tattoo gun, inks, and wardrobe in my bags before the pussy of a man could come back to the apartment we had shared over the past couple years; he didn’t need to know I was leaving and he had been sleeping at my sister’s house for weeks anyway. My Harley was the last thing I strapped into the full bed of the truck, cranking the diesel engine over to let the engine idle as it warmed up that cold January morning. I took one last look through the apartment, grabbing a bag to snatch the last bottle of whiskey I had left sitting on top of the fridge, heading out the front door, looping the bag with my alcohol over my elbow to take the apartment key from my key ring, dropping it on the paved balcony with a crumpled note for the asshole to find.
Everything I needed was packed in my truck and without so much as a second thought, I left South Carolina, never to turn back; I had nothing left in the town I had called home for the last nine years.
The next eight years were spent on the road, never really spending long at all in any given place, surfing cheap hotels in larger cities, taking a chair in shops that needed an artist, with a couple occasional run-ins with those men you wouldn’t take home to meet your dad. I learned to do piercings during my time in Denver only a year or two later, almost thinking I found my home, but I was wrong. I told myself then I’d never let myself get that deep with a man again and never did. At least that’s how things were supposed to go until I found myself in Mystic Falls.
Damon was the first vampire I’d ever met, believe it or not. This huge country of ours and that fuck hawt bad boy was the first that walked into my life and I knew from first glance, he might have been one of those men that would be the death of me. We went slow; if you could call fucking in the backseat of his Camaro the first night I arrived in town slow, but I decided to take a chance on this man as he swept me off my feet time and time again. And one thing that almost scared me, something I never had before, was the way he brought that inhuman part of me out, that bad side of me I had finally learned to keep under control. It was almost as if he wanted to bring it out of me and something about being with him finally made me realize it was alright to be a little evil because he was after all a vampire, a ruthless one at that.
Blood, bourbon and sex filled most of our nights and I was slowly learning how to become the vampire inside me, but there was one little thing I realized; that human blood in me may have held back the strength I could have and I knew it may one day become a problem. I just hoped Damon would be around when that time came as the world he lived in bred supernatural shit beyond me.
Sleep slowly faded from me as the sunlight started to turn to twilight, still lying on his pillow as I watched the sun sink behind the sheer curtains of the nearby window, wondering just where he was. I slowly slipped out of bed, grabbing a shirt he left lying on the floor, missing a couple buttons as I heard the heavy front door open, almost leaping down them to find Damon covered with blood, glad it wasn’t his own.*
I couldn’t help, but admire that perfect specimen of a man as he dressed before me, rolling onto his side of the bed with the warm, cotton sheets to keep myself covered as Stefan waited so impatiently for his brother to dress, mouthing back the words “I love you” as he left the room. I lift a hand to my lips, blowing him a kiss as he left the room, leaving me alone in his huge bed before too long.
I close my eyes, slipping my arms underneath Damon’s pillow, inhaling a slow, deep breath as I memorize that familiar scent, that cologne he always wears, the faint scent of sweat and sex against the sheets as I pull them tighter over me on his side of the bed. I could feel myself start to drift, perfectly comfortable in his bed, the only one I had slept in for the majority of the last two months since I had arrived in Mystic Falls, thinking back to how I arrived in this quaint little supernatural town after such a long trip, searching the country for a place to call my own.
At the age of nine, I met John and Stella; they had come into the orphanage, looking to adopt because they had tried for so long to have a child of their own and had finally given up. They were an older couple, older than most who came into the orphanage, but they hadn’t intended to adopt an infant. I finally had a home, a family that called me their own after being moved around from family to family, but it didn’t last long. Within a couple years, they successfully had a biological child; a blonde little girl who became my mother’s favorite.
Jealousy, anger, and even sadness overwhelmed me at times in ways no normal person dealt with; my fangs never stayed hidden long after my eyes became dark, reactions my mother came to shun me over because I wasn’t the perfect child she wanted, even calling me the “devil’s child”. I couldn’t control these reactions and I never understood them either, but it was “normal” for me and the man I lovingly came to call my “dad” somehow he had accepted me when she didn’t; he said I was still their child no matter what and he was the reason I never went back to that orphanage. I never knew my biological mother or my biological father, but my mother always seemed to remind me that I wasn’t hers.
I was devastated when he passed away just months after I turned twenty from a battle with cancer; I had already been through a break up from hell with a man I not so admiringly call my first love and had been trying to find a way out of the small town that wasn’t large enough to hold my dreams. I took my dad’s truck, throwing my tattoo gun, inks, and wardrobe in my bags before the pussy of a man could come back to the apartment we had shared over the past couple years; he didn’t need to know I was leaving and he had been sleeping at my sister’s house for weeks anyway. My Harley was the last thing I strapped into the full bed of the truck, cranking the diesel engine over to let the engine idle as it warmed up that cold January morning. I took one last look through the apartment, grabbing a bag to snatch the last bottle of whiskey I had left sitting on top of the fridge, heading out the front door, looping the bag with my alcohol over my elbow to take the apartment key from my key ring, dropping it on the paved balcony with a crumpled note for the asshole to find.
Everything I needed was packed in my truck and without so much as a second thought, I left South Carolina, never to turn back; I had nothing left in the town I had called home for the last nine years.
The next eight years were spent on the road, never really spending long at all in any given place, surfing cheap hotels in larger cities, taking a chair in shops that needed an artist, with a couple occasional run-ins with those men you wouldn’t take home to meet your dad. I learned to do piercings during my time in Denver only a year or two later, almost thinking I found my home, but I was wrong. I told myself then I’d never let myself get that deep with a man again and never did. At least that’s how things were supposed to go until I found myself in Mystic Falls.
Damon was the first vampire I’d ever met, believe it or not. This huge country of ours and that fuck hawt bad boy was the first that walked into my life and I knew from first glance, he might have been one of those men that would be the death of me. We went slow; if you could call fucking in the backseat of his Camaro the first night I arrived in town slow, but I decided to take a chance on this man as he swept me off my feet time and time again. And one thing that almost scared me, something I never had before, was the way he brought that inhuman part of me out, that bad side of me I had finally learned to keep under control. It was almost as if he wanted to bring it out of me and something about being with him finally made me realize it was alright to be a little evil because he was after all a vampire, a ruthless one at that.
Blood, bourbon and sex filled most of our nights and I was slowly learning how to become the vampire inside me, but there was one little thing I realized; that human blood in me may have held back the strength I could have and I knew it may one day become a problem. I just hoped Damon would be around when that time came as the world he lived in bred supernatural shit beyond me.
Sleep slowly faded from me as the sunlight started to turn to twilight, still lying on his pillow as I watched the sun sink behind the sheer curtains of the nearby window, wondering just where he was. I slowly slipped out of bed, grabbing a shirt he left lying on the floor, missing a couple buttons as I heard the heavy front door open, almost leaping down them to find Damon covered with blood, glad it wasn’t his own.*
Lost Time...~ By Harley & Damon
*If there was one thing about being away from Damon all day that made it worth every second was the making up for the time we lost once I was finally back in Damon's arms. Seeing his bloody arms and shirt had made my human heart skip a beat as the what ifs ran through my mind, feeling that flicker of anger in my aura because Stefan and Elena had been the reason Damon dragged his ass out of bed while he was still buried between my thighs this morning, the only day I really kept the shop closed for the day; it was still only my tattoo machine buzzing and a girl needed a rest once in awhile, no matter how much I loved what I did. The hot water cascaded over our naked bodies, steam filling the huge bathroom as the crusts of blood washed away, swirling down the drain in a stream of red that gradually turned pink, but I had lost track long before the water ever turned clear. The only thing I could see were those piercing blue hues of Damon's, his dark hair damp from the hot water as the steam of the shower increased, fogging up the glass doors. I dug my nails tighter into Damon's strong back, keeping my legs wrapped around his waist as Damon pinned me against the cool marble wall, his hands familiarizing themselves with every wet contour of my body, just as he had countless times before. I tilt my head back, the fire deep inside of me raging as that coil in the pit of my as he had countless times before. I tilt my head back, the fire deep inside of me raging as that coil in the pit of my core threatened to snap with every rough movement of Damon's strong frame into mine, dragging my nails slowly up his back as I let out a deep, passionate moan, barely able to think straight as I arch in closer to Damon.* Oh my god, Damon... ohhh fuckk... more, stud..
{spending the day away from Harley was not my idea of a good time, especially when it was the one fuckin day we had alone. I was beyond pissed when I was disturbed earlier in the day; I had planned on being buried between Harley's thighs more than once today and having #Stefan come busting in was not my idea of a good time. But he was my brother and I couldn't say no but leaving Harley naked and dripping from her core was enough to make me turn into that animalistic monster when I returned home. The look on Harley's face when she saw me covered in blood was almost a surprise; I knew right then and there she had lots to learn about the dark side that lurked within her. But not tonight. Tonight I was gonna make up for the lost time with Harley. The shower wall as the hot, steamy water cascaded down over our bodies. Buried deep inside Harley was the only think I could concentrate on in this very moment. Her legs hooked around my waist as I pressed her harder into the wall, her smaller frame molded against my larger one as I thrust up into her aching core. I knew she had waited for this all day, no doubt touching herself in the middle of my huge bed just waiting for this moment. My head fell to her shoulder as my hips surged forward, plunging into Harley deep, hearing the moans I'm causing. Her nails rake over my back and I know she is wanting more, she didn't even have to tell me. But I wasn't ready to let her snap. Oh no..I waited for this all damn day, I was going to make her scream and yell out my name long before letting her release. And once she does, I will do it again and again and again. Easily keeping her against the wall I brush her wet hair from her face, my now dark eyes focusing on her, seeing the look of want in her eyes. There was more I wanted, but I wasn't ready to take it just yet..} Fuck I missed you, Harley..
*I slowly lift my leg higher up against Damon's wet body, feeling the stream of water between us as our bodies grind, feeling him slip easily in and out of my warm, tight core, feeling his strength in every powerful thrust of those hips, lowering my head to meet Damon's darkened, lust blown eyes, seeing that goddamn beast in his eyes as sure as he could see the beast in my own darkened eyes, my arousal, that fire burning deep within me. I could feel my fangs start to extend slowly as every deep hard thrust sent a ripple of pleasure through every inch of my body, knowing just how close I was. My deep, heavy breathing turning to pants, almost whimpering as I feel Damon's movements change, knowing he was holding out on me, my leg almost trembling against Damon's strong body. I slowly lick my lips as I gaze back into the eyes of that man who had such a damn effect on me, lifting my other hand to his dark, wet hair, fisting it hard with a low growl as I pull Damon in, taking his bottom lip between my teeth in a rough nip, pulling back on it only to taste the crimson as it beads on my tongue, moaning softly as I suck gently letting it flow over my warm tongue as I pull Damon closer for a deep kiss, breathless, parting my lips to speak as I feel his blood drip down over my lip.* Fuckkk, Damon...you feel so good inside me... *I inhale a sharp breath, moaning deeply into our kiss.*
{a low growl escapes as Harley slips her fingers through my wet hair, feeling the pull of the strands as she fists it, never letting up on my thrusts. I waited all day to feel my woman from the inside and damn, I wasn't letting up any time soon. The feel of her teeth nipping my lip made me use just my strength to slam up into her tight core, feeling the tip of her fangs on my sensitive lip. She couldn't control that side of her when we were deep into a hot, steaming fucking session and I didn't want her to. I pulled back from her teeth, running my tongue over my lower lip to taste my own blood on it. I knew what she wanted and it wasn't my lip. I tilted my head to the side, giving her all the access she wanted as I drove my length deeper inside my woman, my hand sliding down her wet body till it reached her ass, gripping it in my palm}
*I lift my leg as Damon's strong hand slides down over the curve of my ass, catching a quick glance into those piercing hues as I tilt my head back in another deep moan, feeling myself become tighter around Damon's thick length as he grips my ass tight in his strong hand, feeling every hard, deep penetrating thrust hitting just the right spot, drawing out my loud, deep moans. I dig my nails tighter into Damon's back as the pressure of our grinding movements sends me closer to the edge, just about ready to scream, feeling the hot water starting to cool down, but the heat between Damon and I never faltering as the steam surrounds us, enveloping Damon and I in our wet, tangled up passion. I dig the heel of my foot into his ass, urging him on, my back pressed hard against the marble wall, only Damon's strength holding me up in place, right where he needed me as he owned me, feeling him slam harder up into my tight core. I bow my head forward, panting in Damon's ear, yanking his hair with my other hand, wanting him to hear every moan that spilled from my lips, every scream I knew he loved to hear, almost more than the last. I flick out my tongue, leaning in close to his neck as I moan out deeply.* Oh my gawwddd, stud.. you're so fuckin' good... *I feel my eyes slowly rolling back, panting heavily as I breathe against Damon's neck, growling as he slams into me, my fangs piercing into the wet skin of his neck, his crimson flowing over my tongue, accepting it greedily before one final thrust of Damon's hips against my own send me over, throwing my head back, my dark eyes rolling back as he blood drips from my bottom lip.* Oh fuuckk! Oh goddddd, Damon! *My scream echoing through the bathroom, trickling into a deep, moaning whimper.*
{I buried my face in the crook of Harley's neck, sucking on her wet and silky skin as my crimson flowed into her mouth, my firm muscular frame keeping her pinned easily against the marble wall. The cool water flowed down over us, our bodies still locked in our heated passion as Harley took what she needed from my body. The sensation of her fangs in my skin and her tongue drawing my blood into her warm mouth turned me on more than I thought possible. My strong hands slid easily down her petite frame pinning her hips against the shower wall. Her moans flowed into my ear and drowned out any other sound in the room. My thrusts became more powerful, driving my cock deep into her core only to want to hear the shattering screams as Harley as she because a writhing mess against my body. As Harley's head fell back my dark, hungry eyes locked onto her features, loving the expressions Harley made as she lost control. But this was only the beginning. Before I was done she would be a trembling, quivering mess underneath me, as I fucked her good and hard, no holding back till she begged for me to stop. My left hand slid between our naked bodies, the pads of my fingers easily finding her swollen bud, rubbing it from side to side before changing the movements to small, quick circles over the sensitive nub. My eyes locked on the blood; my blood; as it dripped from Harley's lower lip, watching her as she became undone in my grasp} Scream, baby...tell everyone who makes you feel this good... {my finger movements pick up the pace, wanting to feel her juices running down my wrist before I let her relax...for a moment}
*I always knew just how much Damon missed me, no matter how much time we spent apart, emphasizing every lost moment with his rough powerful thrusts, filling me up completely with his thick length. My screams began to turn into whimpers as I felt his strong hand slip between my legs only to find my swollen clit, feeling his fingers easily slip against my sensitive bud as the water began to become cooler against our warm bodies, my legs trembling as Damon's skilled hand made me inhale a sharp breath, his fingers quickly building me up once again, arching into him as I hold on tighter to him, feeling myself starting to slip beneath his strong frame. I couldn't hold back with Damon; he knew just how to touch me and he knew damn well I wasn't his delicate rose as every rough, fast movement of Damon against me drew out another deep moan, holding on tight to his back, yanking his hair, pulling him in closer as I scream right against Damon's ear.* Ohhhh gawwwwddd, Damon....
{as Harley screams out against my ear, I wrap an arm tightly around her slim body, reaching behind me to turn the water off as my lips crush against Harley's, my tongue forcing its way past her parted lips to gain entrance to her mouth. I groan as my tongue dances with hers, gripping her ass with both hands as I bust out of the shower and into the bedroom, water dripping onto the floor as we cross to the bed. Her fingers fanning through my wet hair as our kiss became more passionate and sensual, even a growing hungry to it. I fell onto the bed with Harley under me, my lips making a trail from her mouth and down her jaw, making their way eagerly to her breast. My body was easily nestled between her outspread thighs as I cupped a breast in my palm, sucking her taunt nipple into her mouth before allowing my teeth to graze over the tip. I growled as my hips grinded against Harley's center, moaning heavily to allow the vibrations to trickle through her body. My eyes lifted to meet hers as she watched, wanting her to beg before I gave her what she truly wanted again}
*I barely slide my hand out of Damon's soaked hair whimpering against his lips as I feel the ripple of my release starting to fade my heart still pounding in my chest, goosebumps rising on my skin as the cool air hits our bodies as we quickly move out of the shower, my heels digging into Damon's ass as his strong hands grip mine. His deep, forceful kisses igniting every nerve within me, my tongue meeting his in a slow dance, moaning softly as I see that tender, loving side of Damon just in his kiss alone keeping me weak, melting in his arms. I inhale a sharp breath, feeling Damon and I crash onto the warm sheets of his bed, weaving my fingers slowly through Damon's hair as my hand drifts back into it, tilting my head with a low moan as I feel his lips trail down along jaw and down the warm flesh of my chest down to my full breasts, my legs falling from Damon's waist as he nestles between my legs, feeling him grinding against me once again. I fan my fingers against the back of Damon's head, his hair cool against the warm skin of my hand, arching into his as I feel his warm mouth sucking at my stiff nipple, a low growl rolling over my lips as I feel Damon's teeth against it, the vibrations of his growling causing my skin to rise once more in goosebumps. I glance down only to meet those goddamn piercing eyes of Damon's, moaning deeply as his touch, his grinding movements cause my own hips to roll, sliding my hand down Damon's strong back, just wondering how far he's wanting to take me as he milks every moment in our room, the only light spilling across our naked forms coming from the bathroom.* Mmmmm, baby...
{feeling Harley squirm under me as I sucked her tight nipple into my mouth, my other hand kneading the other as her hips began to roll under me. My cock was aching to be inside her once again but there was no rush; I wanted Harley to know just how much I missed her and how much I adored her even though my animalistic side was still clawing to get out. Releasing her nipple I sat back on my heels, my eyes scanning the delicious body before me, my tongue gliding slowly over my lower lip as I spoke in a deep, raspy voice as I kiss my way down her flat stomach and to her pelvis, teasing her with my tongue as I licked my way further down her body} I have to taste you, Harley.. {my hand pressed against her inner thighs, giving her no chance to resist as I forced them apart, kissing my way down over her glistening folds, letting my tongue fall into her slit before flicking her swollen bud with the tip of my tongue, gently sucking it into my mouth as her ass rose from the bed. I moved my hands to Harley's hips, forcing her back down on the bed before a hand laid flat across her stomach, now burying my scruffy face eagerly into Harley's mound, groaning as I lap up her sweet honey, the vibrating sensations making her squirm even more}
*I briefly felt Damon's thick shaft twitching with anticipation against my thigh as he slows his movements, absently biting down on my lip as I gaze up into those eyes a moment, knowing exactly what he was about to do as Damon's tongue glides over his lower lip, only to arch my back pressing my naked torso into Damon as he starts to kiss down my flat stomach, a low purr rolling past my lips as I feel him lick his way down past my pelvis, tightening my thighs around Damon only to have him spread my thighs to move closer to my warm, wet center, wanting anxiously for his tongue to dance amongst my slick folds, knowing it might not take too much from Damon's skilled tongue before he had me screaming again, my every nerve already sensitive to his touch. I let out a low moan as I feel Damon kissing his way down over my wet pussy folds, my hand still in his hair as I feel his tongue slip inside my slit, knowing he could already taste my warm honey. My back arches, inhaling a hard breath, moaning softly once I feel Damon's tongue flick up to my swollen bud, raking my teeth over my bottom lip as I suck it into my mouth, pushing down on his head as I feel his scruffy cheeks Damon bury against my silky thighs, barely rolling my hips as he holds me down on the bed to lap at my sweetness, my eyes just rolling back as I feel the vibrations of his moans ripple through me, moaning out his name as my thighs tremble from the sensations of Damon's mouth against my warm mound.*
{the feeling of Harley's trembling thighs around me made my length ache and throb, the need to feel her from the inside driving me wild. My strong hands kept her in place as my skilled tongue worked its magic, circling her bud as my name rolled out of her mouth. Her tugs on my hair was becoming harder, knowing just how close she was to her release again, this time wanting to feel her clamp down around my fingers. I forced two inside her warmth, curling them to feel her soft spot that was going to make her turning into a quivering, sloppy mess under me. My tongue worked her clit as I finger fucked Harley, sucking her bud into my mouth once more, raking my teeth over it to intensify the sensations}
*I tilt my head back, weaving my fingers tight through Damon's still damp hair, moaning out as I feel his tongue writing sweet nothings against my sensitive clit, the pleasure he brings from those slow movements causing me to moan out more as I begin to tremble even more, my chest heaving as I arch against Damon, his hand still pinning me down as I dig my heel into his ass, urging him on as I drag my nails lightly over his back, feeling the marks I left earlier while we were still under the hot, cascading water. I throw my head back, gasping as I feel Damon's strong fingers slip inside my wet pussy, curling right into my sweet spot, whimpering as his tongue continued to dance over my clit, feeling those ripples as the sensations build at the tight coil deep within me. I moan out, my eyes rolling back further as every feeling threatens to make me snap.* Ohhh my gawwwdd... Damon.... *I whimper softly, pulling his hair as I drag my nails harder up Damon's back, my legs shaking as I snap all to easily...fuckkk* Ohhhh, Damon....
{Harley's walls clamp down on my fingers as she begins to snap, hearing her screams fill the large bedroom as I pull her orgasm from her. I continue to pump my fingers inside her as I draw out the last bit of her release, wasting not once second getting myself in position between her outspread thighs. I pull my fingers from her sweet pussy, locking my eyes on her as I take the base of my shaft in my hands, tapping her still swollen and sensitive bud with the head before giving one forceful push until I was buried balls deep in her core. Both hands now rested at either side of Harley, bowing my head to kiss her shoulder as I gave into my urges. I needed my own release and it was screaming to be freed. Hooking one leg up onto my waist I pounded her deeper and deeper till I was on the very brink of no return. Panting, my fangs extended, my eyes turning dark as I lost control, sinking my teeth deep into the flesh of her neck, feeling the warm crimson flow down my throat. My movements never faltered, pounding and hammering her tight core until I am unable to hold back anymore, sucking the delicious blood from Harley as I give in to one final thrust, spilling my hot load into her core. My fangs retract as I pull away, the dark blood flowing from her open wounds and down over my chin, licking it from my lips as I gaze down onto Harley, still buried in her warm, inviting pussy} Fuck, baby..you're delicious... {I hovered over Harley, leaning down to meet her lips with mine despite her blood still fresh on my lips, groaning into our kiss before slipping out of her only to collapse on the bed next to Harley} Now that's what you were supposed to get this morning.. {laying naked, wet and bloody next to Harley, I turn my head just enough to give Harley a slow wink, taking in a few deep breaths} Fucckkk..
{spending the day away from Harley was not my idea of a good time, especially when it was the one fuckin day we had alone. I was beyond pissed when I was disturbed earlier in the day; I had planned on being buried between Harley's thighs more than once today and having #Stefan come busting in was not my idea of a good time. But he was my brother and I couldn't say no but leaving Harley naked and dripping from her core was enough to make me turn into that animalistic monster when I returned home. The look on Harley's face when she saw me covered in blood was almost a surprise; I knew right then and there she had lots to learn about the dark side that lurked within her. But not tonight. Tonight I was gonna make up for the lost time with Harley. The shower wall as the hot, steamy water cascaded down over our bodies. Buried deep inside Harley was the only think I could concentrate on in this very moment. Her legs hooked around my waist as I pressed her harder into the wall, her smaller frame molded against my larger one as I thrust up into her aching core. I knew she had waited for this all day, no doubt touching herself in the middle of my huge bed just waiting for this moment. My head fell to her shoulder as my hips surged forward, plunging into Harley deep, hearing the moans I'm causing. Her nails rake over my back and I know she is wanting more, she didn't even have to tell me. But I wasn't ready to let her snap. Oh no..I waited for this all damn day, I was going to make her scream and yell out my name long before letting her release. And once she does, I will do it again and again and again. Easily keeping her against the wall I brush her wet hair from her face, my now dark eyes focusing on her, seeing the look of want in her eyes. There was more I wanted, but I wasn't ready to take it just yet..} Fuck I missed you, Harley..
*I slowly lift my leg higher up against Damon's wet body, feeling the stream of water between us as our bodies grind, feeling him slip easily in and out of my warm, tight core, feeling his strength in every powerful thrust of those hips, lowering my head to meet Damon's darkened, lust blown eyes, seeing that goddamn beast in his eyes as sure as he could see the beast in my own darkened eyes, my arousal, that fire burning deep within me. I could feel my fangs start to extend slowly as every deep hard thrust sent a ripple of pleasure through every inch of my body, knowing just how close I was. My deep, heavy breathing turning to pants, almost whimpering as I feel Damon's movements change, knowing he was holding out on me, my leg almost trembling against Damon's strong body. I slowly lick my lips as I gaze back into the eyes of that man who had such a damn effect on me, lifting my other hand to his dark, wet hair, fisting it hard with a low growl as I pull Damon in, taking his bottom lip between my teeth in a rough nip, pulling back on it only to taste the crimson as it beads on my tongue, moaning softly as I suck gently letting it flow over my warm tongue as I pull Damon closer for a deep kiss, breathless, parting my lips to speak as I feel his blood drip down over my lip.* Fuckkk, Damon...you feel so good inside me... *I inhale a sharp breath, moaning deeply into our kiss.*
{a low growl escapes as Harley slips her fingers through my wet hair, feeling the pull of the strands as she fists it, never letting up on my thrusts. I waited all day to feel my woman from the inside and damn, I wasn't letting up any time soon. The feel of her teeth nipping my lip made me use just my strength to slam up into her tight core, feeling the tip of her fangs on my sensitive lip. She couldn't control that side of her when we were deep into a hot, steaming fucking session and I didn't want her to. I pulled back from her teeth, running my tongue over my lower lip to taste my own blood on it. I knew what she wanted and it wasn't my lip. I tilted my head to the side, giving her all the access she wanted as I drove my length deeper inside my woman, my hand sliding down her wet body till it reached her ass, gripping it in my palm}
*I lift my leg as Damon's strong hand slides down over the curve of my ass, catching a quick glance into those piercing hues as I tilt my head back in another deep moan, feeling myself become tighter around Damon's thick length as he grips my ass tight in his strong hand, feeling every hard, deep penetrating thrust hitting just the right spot, drawing out my loud, deep moans. I dig my nails tighter into Damon's back as the pressure of our grinding movements sends me closer to the edge, just about ready to scream, feeling the hot water starting to cool down, but the heat between Damon and I never faltering as the steam surrounds us, enveloping Damon and I in our wet, tangled up passion. I dig the heel of my foot into his ass, urging him on, my back pressed hard against the marble wall, only Damon's strength holding me up in place, right where he needed me as he owned me, feeling him slam harder up into my tight core. I bow my head forward, panting in Damon's ear, yanking his hair with my other hand, wanting him to hear every moan that spilled from my lips, every scream I knew he loved to hear, almost more than the last. I flick out my tongue, leaning in close to his neck as I moan out deeply.* Oh my gawwddd, stud.. you're so fuckin' good... *I feel my eyes slowly rolling back, panting heavily as I breathe against Damon's neck, growling as he slams into me, my fangs piercing into the wet skin of his neck, his crimson flowing over my tongue, accepting it greedily before one final thrust of Damon's hips against my own send me over, throwing my head back, my dark eyes rolling back as he blood drips from my bottom lip.* Oh fuuckk! Oh goddddd, Damon! *My scream echoing through the bathroom, trickling into a deep, moaning whimper.*
{I buried my face in the crook of Harley's neck, sucking on her wet and silky skin as my crimson flowed into her mouth, my firm muscular frame keeping her pinned easily against the marble wall. The cool water flowed down over us, our bodies still locked in our heated passion as Harley took what she needed from my body. The sensation of her fangs in my skin and her tongue drawing my blood into her warm mouth turned me on more than I thought possible. My strong hands slid easily down her petite frame pinning her hips against the shower wall. Her moans flowed into my ear and drowned out any other sound in the room. My thrusts became more powerful, driving my cock deep into her core only to want to hear the shattering screams as Harley as she because a writhing mess against my body. As Harley's head fell back my dark, hungry eyes locked onto her features, loving the expressions Harley made as she lost control. But this was only the beginning. Before I was done she would be a trembling, quivering mess underneath me, as I fucked her good and hard, no holding back till she begged for me to stop. My left hand slid between our naked bodies, the pads of my fingers easily finding her swollen bud, rubbing it from side to side before changing the movements to small, quick circles over the sensitive nub. My eyes locked on the blood; my blood; as it dripped from Harley's lower lip, watching her as she became undone in my grasp} Scream, baby...tell everyone who makes you feel this good... {my finger movements pick up the pace, wanting to feel her juices running down my wrist before I let her relax...for a moment}
*I always knew just how much Damon missed me, no matter how much time we spent apart, emphasizing every lost moment with his rough powerful thrusts, filling me up completely with his thick length. My screams began to turn into whimpers as I felt his strong hand slip between my legs only to find my swollen clit, feeling his fingers easily slip against my sensitive bud as the water began to become cooler against our warm bodies, my legs trembling as Damon's skilled hand made me inhale a sharp breath, his fingers quickly building me up once again, arching into him as I hold on tighter to him, feeling myself starting to slip beneath his strong frame. I couldn't hold back with Damon; he knew just how to touch me and he knew damn well I wasn't his delicate rose as every rough, fast movement of Damon against me drew out another deep moan, holding on tight to his back, yanking his hair, pulling him in closer as I scream right against Damon's ear.* Ohhhh gawwwwddd, Damon....
{as Harley screams out against my ear, I wrap an arm tightly around her slim body, reaching behind me to turn the water off as my lips crush against Harley's, my tongue forcing its way past her parted lips to gain entrance to her mouth. I groan as my tongue dances with hers, gripping her ass with both hands as I bust out of the shower and into the bedroom, water dripping onto the floor as we cross to the bed. Her fingers fanning through my wet hair as our kiss became more passionate and sensual, even a growing hungry to it. I fell onto the bed with Harley under me, my lips making a trail from her mouth and down her jaw, making their way eagerly to her breast. My body was easily nestled between her outspread thighs as I cupped a breast in my palm, sucking her taunt nipple into her mouth before allowing my teeth to graze over the tip. I growled as my hips grinded against Harley's center, moaning heavily to allow the vibrations to trickle through her body. My eyes lifted to meet hers as she watched, wanting her to beg before I gave her what she truly wanted again}
*I barely slide my hand out of Damon's soaked hair whimpering against his lips as I feel the ripple of my release starting to fade my heart still pounding in my chest, goosebumps rising on my skin as the cool air hits our bodies as we quickly move out of the shower, my heels digging into Damon's ass as his strong hands grip mine. His deep, forceful kisses igniting every nerve within me, my tongue meeting his in a slow dance, moaning softly as I see that tender, loving side of Damon just in his kiss alone keeping me weak, melting in his arms. I inhale a sharp breath, feeling Damon and I crash onto the warm sheets of his bed, weaving my fingers slowly through Damon's hair as my hand drifts back into it, tilting my head with a low moan as I feel his lips trail down along jaw and down the warm flesh of my chest down to my full breasts, my legs falling from Damon's waist as he nestles between my legs, feeling him grinding against me once again. I fan my fingers against the back of Damon's head, his hair cool against the warm skin of my hand, arching into his as I feel his warm mouth sucking at my stiff nipple, a low growl rolling over my lips as I feel Damon's teeth against it, the vibrations of his growling causing my skin to rise once more in goosebumps. I glance down only to meet those goddamn piercing eyes of Damon's, moaning deeply as his touch, his grinding movements cause my own hips to roll, sliding my hand down Damon's strong back, just wondering how far he's wanting to take me as he milks every moment in our room, the only light spilling across our naked forms coming from the bathroom.* Mmmmm, baby...
{feeling Harley squirm under me as I sucked her tight nipple into my mouth, my other hand kneading the other as her hips began to roll under me. My cock was aching to be inside her once again but there was no rush; I wanted Harley to know just how much I missed her and how much I adored her even though my animalistic side was still clawing to get out. Releasing her nipple I sat back on my heels, my eyes scanning the delicious body before me, my tongue gliding slowly over my lower lip as I spoke in a deep, raspy voice as I kiss my way down her flat stomach and to her pelvis, teasing her with my tongue as I licked my way further down her body} I have to taste you, Harley.. {my hand pressed against her inner thighs, giving her no chance to resist as I forced them apart, kissing my way down over her glistening folds, letting my tongue fall into her slit before flicking her swollen bud with the tip of my tongue, gently sucking it into my mouth as her ass rose from the bed. I moved my hands to Harley's hips, forcing her back down on the bed before a hand laid flat across her stomach, now burying my scruffy face eagerly into Harley's mound, groaning as I lap up her sweet honey, the vibrating sensations making her squirm even more}
*I briefly felt Damon's thick shaft twitching with anticipation against my thigh as he slows his movements, absently biting down on my lip as I gaze up into those eyes a moment, knowing exactly what he was about to do as Damon's tongue glides over his lower lip, only to arch my back pressing my naked torso into Damon as he starts to kiss down my flat stomach, a low purr rolling past my lips as I feel him lick his way down past my pelvis, tightening my thighs around Damon only to have him spread my thighs to move closer to my warm, wet center, wanting anxiously for his tongue to dance amongst my slick folds, knowing it might not take too much from Damon's skilled tongue before he had me screaming again, my every nerve already sensitive to his touch. I let out a low moan as I feel Damon kissing his way down over my wet pussy folds, my hand still in his hair as I feel his tongue slip inside my slit, knowing he could already taste my warm honey. My back arches, inhaling a hard breath, moaning softly once I feel Damon's tongue flick up to my swollen bud, raking my teeth over my bottom lip as I suck it into my mouth, pushing down on his head as I feel his scruffy cheeks Damon bury against my silky thighs, barely rolling my hips as he holds me down on the bed to lap at my sweetness, my eyes just rolling back as I feel the vibrations of his moans ripple through me, moaning out his name as my thighs tremble from the sensations of Damon's mouth against my warm mound.*
{the feeling of Harley's trembling thighs around me made my length ache and throb, the need to feel her from the inside driving me wild. My strong hands kept her in place as my skilled tongue worked its magic, circling her bud as my name rolled out of her mouth. Her tugs on my hair was becoming harder, knowing just how close she was to her release again, this time wanting to feel her clamp down around my fingers. I forced two inside her warmth, curling them to feel her soft spot that was going to make her turning into a quivering, sloppy mess under me. My tongue worked her clit as I finger fucked Harley, sucking her bud into my mouth once more, raking my teeth over it to intensify the sensations}
*I tilt my head back, weaving my fingers tight through Damon's still damp hair, moaning out as I feel his tongue writing sweet nothings against my sensitive clit, the pleasure he brings from those slow movements causing me to moan out more as I begin to tremble even more, my chest heaving as I arch against Damon, his hand still pinning me down as I dig my heel into his ass, urging him on as I drag my nails lightly over his back, feeling the marks I left earlier while we were still under the hot, cascading water. I throw my head back, gasping as I feel Damon's strong fingers slip inside my wet pussy, curling right into my sweet spot, whimpering as his tongue continued to dance over my clit, feeling those ripples as the sensations build at the tight coil deep within me. I moan out, my eyes rolling back further as every feeling threatens to make me snap.* Ohhh my gawwwdd... Damon.... *I whimper softly, pulling his hair as I drag my nails harder up Damon's back, my legs shaking as I snap all to easily...fuckkk* Ohhhh, Damon....
{Harley's walls clamp down on my fingers as she begins to snap, hearing her screams fill the large bedroom as I pull her orgasm from her. I continue to pump my fingers inside her as I draw out the last bit of her release, wasting not once second getting myself in position between her outspread thighs. I pull my fingers from her sweet pussy, locking my eyes on her as I take the base of my shaft in my hands, tapping her still swollen and sensitive bud with the head before giving one forceful push until I was buried balls deep in her core. Both hands now rested at either side of Harley, bowing my head to kiss her shoulder as I gave into my urges. I needed my own release and it was screaming to be freed. Hooking one leg up onto my waist I pounded her deeper and deeper till I was on the very brink of no return. Panting, my fangs extended, my eyes turning dark as I lost control, sinking my teeth deep into the flesh of her neck, feeling the warm crimson flow down my throat. My movements never faltered, pounding and hammering her tight core until I am unable to hold back anymore, sucking the delicious blood from Harley as I give in to one final thrust, spilling my hot load into her core. My fangs retract as I pull away, the dark blood flowing from her open wounds and down over my chin, licking it from my lips as I gaze down onto Harley, still buried in her warm, inviting pussy} Fuck, baby..you're delicious... {I hovered over Harley, leaning down to meet her lips with mine despite her blood still fresh on my lips, groaning into our kiss before slipping out of her only to collapse on the bed next to Harley} Now that's what you were supposed to get this morning.. {laying naked, wet and bloody next to Harley, I turn my head just enough to give Harley a slow wink, taking in a few deep breaths} Fucckkk..
Pillow Talk...~ By Harley & Damon
{I had shuffled my tired body up further onto my side of the bed, glancing down Harley's still naked body. The sex with her was incredible to say the least and after several hours of making her scream we were both ready to curl up in the comfort of the already messed up sheets. I carefully slid my arm under Harley, letting her snuggle in close to my chest as the pad of my thumb caressed the smooth, silky skin of her lower back. As Harley nestles her body in close, I looked in her direction, pecking her forehead in a gentle kiss. I could still see the hardened traces of blood on Harley's collarbone as I slid my hand behind my head. Seeing the blood reminded me of how much she enjoyed sinking her own teeth into my flesh when we fucked. Harley was just learning of things her vampire side was capable of. My hand moved slowly up Harley's back, threading my fingers into her long hair as I spoke in a low, husky voice} I think you are enjoying having the taste of my blood in your mouth, aren't you, Harley?
*The moonlight was dimmed by the sheer curtains of the nearest bedroom window, just spilling across the sheets of Damon's bed, almost able to see the leftover glisten of sweat still present against Damon's warmed skin as he slides up on the bed beside me, my eyes lifting in the dark to briefly meet Damon's as I curl into his side, the sheets tangled between our bodies. I felt my man's strong arm slide behind my back as I drape my arm across his defined chest, just wanting to be close in the post glow of the time we were making up on. My breathing was just returning to normal as my human heart still raced in my chest just from the mere presence of Damon; the man who affected me deeply on so many levels even I knew I didn't understand yet. I could feel the stretch of skin against my neck where Damon had sunk his teeth and drank the warm blood within my veins, realizing I was still slowly healing, the dark taste of crimson still lingering on my own tongue from when Damon had shared his blood with me. Sharing Damon's blood was almost entirely new to me as well from that night he had asked me to be his in the bar; one night I'd told myself I needed to ask Damon why he hadn't until I became his, but I was content in the quiet bedroom with him as I felt his lips press to my forehead, his strong hand caressing the curve of my back as I stay curled into Damon's back, the simple brush of his hand and my long, dark hair sending chills down my back long before that sexy voice spilled into my ears. I lift my chestnut hues to see that brief glimmer in those piercing blues of Damon, slowly licking my bottom lip before I part my lips to speak in a soft voice.* Yours is the only blood I've ever tasted, Damon... it's almost as if I crave it when I am with you. When you are inside me. I don't understand, but it's as if you bring it out of me....
{I pulled back just slightly as I listened to Harley speak, raising a brow at her soft words. My hand slid back down the curve of Harley's spine, pulling her just a bit closer. I could sense the pounding of her heart as she curled her body into mine. I knew Harley was different from the vampire I was; in more ways than one; I just didn't know exactly why but I was determined to figure it out. I knew I craved Harley crimson like no other, having her blood on my tongue was an undescribeable feeling. I was no stranger to sinking my fangs deep into the carotid artery of any chosen female but having Harley's was something no other human could ever compare to. My eyes lowered to the puncture wound still unhealed from my bite, pulling my arm out from behind my head to run my fingertips carefully over the punctures. The blood had dried but the mark was still visible} I enjoy that side of you, Harley. The way your eyes darken when you want and need me; the agressiveness you possess...You're like no other woman I've ever met.
*I carefully slide my leg up over Damon's as he pulls me in closer to him, hearing the sheets slide between us as I snuggle into your side, letting my hand slowly caress Damon's side, my nails just brushing over his skin only to feel him sitting up to brush his fingertips over the healing wounds from taking what he needed to from me; something I never showed signs until lost in the heat of our passion. I barely tilt my head, feeling Damon's strong fingers brushing lightly over my neck, absently biting down on my lip as I listen to Damon speak, lifting my dark eyes to meet his as I speak softly.* I'm not, Damon..I know I'm not all human.
{my hand moves under Harley's chin only to tilt her head up to allow her eyes to look into mine, feeling her body move in as close as she could to me. The pad of my thumb runs slowly over her plump bottom lip, processing each of her words after she spoke them. There was no doubting the taste of Harley's blood was that of human but there was more to her; more that I wanted to uncover. She was unlike me in many ways but still so similar. Harley could walk in the sunlight without the feel of burning flesh and she didn't need to sport one of our witchy voodoo daylight rings. My hand left her hair and made it's way down Harley's back resting comfortably on her ass. My brows furrowed in thought, my mind trying to put all the pieces together} But you know what part of you is, Harley....you know you have human blood coursing through those veins and those fangs are almost like mine...
*I lift my eyes instantaneously as Damon slips his hand under my chin, gazing up into those wondering eyes of his as he takes in my words; figuring shit out was what Damon did when I wasn't around after all; when I was being a regular human with a regular human life. My focus stayed solely on Damon, waiting to hear what he would say to me as I felt his hand drift from my hair down to my ass, my brows furrowing as I notice Damon's do the same. I lower my eyes, still unsure what to say or what he was even thinking as the words flow past Damon's lips, leaving me almost at a loss for words as my voice lowers.* I don't know what you want me to say... I can't give you the answers you want because you seem to know more than I do about myself.
{as I hear Harley's soft voice, almost a sound of disappointment in her voice, I scoot down slightly on the bed, allowing my eyes to focus solely on Harley;s chestnut hues with my piercing blue ones she loved so much. My lids flickered before staring into Harley's a bit deeper, realizing she was learning just as much about herself as I was. I recalled back to the first night I met Harley when she told me I was the first vampire she had ever ran into. I was quite surprised; not only was this beautiful woman that was now laying in my arms single, but she had also never met one of my kind which was hard for me to believe. Her scent was so intoxicating to me I couldn't for the life of me understand why she hadn't been irresistable to another blood thirsty vampire like myself. I sensed Harley was just as interesting in finding out exactly what she was as I was. I leaned in, tenderly placing a kiss to Harley's lips} You should know me by now...I will figure it out, I'll figure all of you out, baby. It's what I do., But there is still things we have to test..
*I barely lift my eyes as I feel Damon scoot down on the bed, looking deep into those eyes of his, almost unsure what to think of those pauses that made it feel almost like an eternity; Damon was hardly ever quiet unless his head was between my legs or he was ontemplating the mysteries of the darkness that surrounded us in Mystic Falls. For years I ignored the unknown part of me, one that only surfaced when I lost control of my emotions, one I was only able to control when I didn't let myself fall for he charms that had probably been spouted to a dozen other girls and here I was, lying in bed with a man who could possibly be making the darkness rise in me the way it never had. I lean in to meet Damon's lips in his tender kiss, my eyes lowering once it breaks, almost a whisper as I speak.* Are you that intrigued by what I am that you have to figure it out? What are you going to test on me...what if it hurts me, Damon?
{I placed my hand on Harley's cheek as he soft voice filled my ears, giving my head a slow nod to her question. I just had to know everything I could about the woman I had fallen in love with; if there was more to her than I could see. I knew Harley was a hybrid; human and vampire; the only other being that of a wolf/vampire. Harley was new to me and therefore to so many others of my kind. I sucked in a deep breath as my mind wandered to the one person that could be even more intrigued than me of what Harley is. My arms absently tightened around Harley, the sudden urge to protect her. She was special and there was one man that thrived on having the uncommon. Klaus. I shook the thoughts from my mind as I forced myself to concentrate on the questions Harley was asking of me} I would never let anything hurt you, Harley but we have to know if the same things that affect me, affect you.
*I lift my eyes a bit higher to meet Damon's as I felt his strong hand brush against my cheek, leaning my cheek against him as I gaze down into those piercing eyes of his; my heart began to race once in my chest once again as I wondered just what Damon wanted to see from me; I was putting all my trust into this man before me as he tried to understand what I was in a world only he knew. I grew up all too human in a world where supernatural, evil shit was condemned; my southern belle of an adoptive mother almost divorced my father over my "evil" nature. I never trusted anyone easily, but I trusted Damon. I could feel his strong arms tighten around me, protectively even. I slowly nod my head as Damon speaks, almost unsure how to answer.* What ever you need to do...
{I could sense the nervousness in Harley's voice as she spoke, hoping she knew by the way I tightened my strong arms around her that I would never hurt her or let anyone else. She was the one person in this word, especially within all this supernatural shit that I was willing to die for. My hand caressed her delicate curves, letting her know that I loved her and she'd always be my number one priority} I love you, Harley. Just trust me. {I reach between us and pull up the wrinkled sheets to cover our naked bodies}
*I felt myself begin to relax once more, just from Damon's tender caresses, his gentle touch reassuring as he traces my delicate curves amongst the sheets of his bed. My human heart still races in my chest as I gaze down into Damon's blue hues, letting my thighs fall apart as Damon reaches between us to pull the sheets over our naked bodies, allowing him to nestle in closer to me in the quiet of the night. A sweet, loving smile slowly crosses my lips as I hear Damon's words, knowing I trusted him more than I had trusted anybody in years; after all, how do you not when that man seems to accept you without even knowing the extent of your darkness. I just hoped I was right. I slide my arms around Damon's neck, feeling him move in closer as I weave my fingers through his hair, slowly arching into Damon's strong frame as I speak in a quiet voice.* I love you, Damon. *I lean up to brush my soft lips to Damon's in a tender kiss, my hand still slowly weaving through his dark hair.*
*The moonlight was dimmed by the sheer curtains of the nearest bedroom window, just spilling across the sheets of Damon's bed, almost able to see the leftover glisten of sweat still present against Damon's warmed skin as he slides up on the bed beside me, my eyes lifting in the dark to briefly meet Damon's as I curl into his side, the sheets tangled between our bodies. I felt my man's strong arm slide behind my back as I drape my arm across his defined chest, just wanting to be close in the post glow of the time we were making up on. My breathing was just returning to normal as my human heart still raced in my chest just from the mere presence of Damon; the man who affected me deeply on so many levels even I knew I didn't understand yet. I could feel the stretch of skin against my neck where Damon had sunk his teeth and drank the warm blood within my veins, realizing I was still slowly healing, the dark taste of crimson still lingering on my own tongue from when Damon had shared his blood with me. Sharing Damon's blood was almost entirely new to me as well from that night he had asked me to be his in the bar; one night I'd told myself I needed to ask Damon why he hadn't until I became his, but I was content in the quiet bedroom with him as I felt his lips press to my forehead, his strong hand caressing the curve of my back as I stay curled into Damon's back, the simple brush of his hand and my long, dark hair sending chills down my back long before that sexy voice spilled into my ears. I lift my chestnut hues to see that brief glimmer in those piercing blues of Damon, slowly licking my bottom lip before I part my lips to speak in a soft voice.* Yours is the only blood I've ever tasted, Damon... it's almost as if I crave it when I am with you. When you are inside me. I don't understand, but it's as if you bring it out of me....
{I pulled back just slightly as I listened to Harley speak, raising a brow at her soft words. My hand slid back down the curve of Harley's spine, pulling her just a bit closer. I could sense the pounding of her heart as she curled her body into mine. I knew Harley was different from the vampire I was; in more ways than one; I just didn't know exactly why but I was determined to figure it out. I knew I craved Harley crimson like no other, having her blood on my tongue was an undescribeable feeling. I was no stranger to sinking my fangs deep into the carotid artery of any chosen female but having Harley's was something no other human could ever compare to. My eyes lowered to the puncture wound still unhealed from my bite, pulling my arm out from behind my head to run my fingertips carefully over the punctures. The blood had dried but the mark was still visible} I enjoy that side of you, Harley. The way your eyes darken when you want and need me; the agressiveness you possess...You're like no other woman I've ever met.
*I carefully slide my leg up over Damon's as he pulls me in closer to him, hearing the sheets slide between us as I snuggle into your side, letting my hand slowly caress Damon's side, my nails just brushing over his skin only to feel him sitting up to brush his fingertips over the healing wounds from taking what he needed to from me; something I never showed signs until lost in the heat of our passion. I barely tilt my head, feeling Damon's strong fingers brushing lightly over my neck, absently biting down on my lip as I listen to Damon speak, lifting my dark eyes to meet his as I speak softly.* I'm not, Damon..I know I'm not all human.
{my hand moves under Harley's chin only to tilt her head up to allow her eyes to look into mine, feeling her body move in as close as she could to me. The pad of my thumb runs slowly over her plump bottom lip, processing each of her words after she spoke them. There was no doubting the taste of Harley's blood was that of human but there was more to her; more that I wanted to uncover. She was unlike me in many ways but still so similar. Harley could walk in the sunlight without the feel of burning flesh and she didn't need to sport one of our witchy voodoo daylight rings. My hand left her hair and made it's way down Harley's back resting comfortably on her ass. My brows furrowed in thought, my mind trying to put all the pieces together} But you know what part of you is, Harley....you know you have human blood coursing through those veins and those fangs are almost like mine...
*I lift my eyes instantaneously as Damon slips his hand under my chin, gazing up into those wondering eyes of his as he takes in my words; figuring shit out was what Damon did when I wasn't around after all; when I was being a regular human with a regular human life. My focus stayed solely on Damon, waiting to hear what he would say to me as I felt his hand drift from my hair down to my ass, my brows furrowing as I notice Damon's do the same. I lower my eyes, still unsure what to say or what he was even thinking as the words flow past Damon's lips, leaving me almost at a loss for words as my voice lowers.* I don't know what you want me to say... I can't give you the answers you want because you seem to know more than I do about myself.
{as I hear Harley's soft voice, almost a sound of disappointment in her voice, I scoot down slightly on the bed, allowing my eyes to focus solely on Harley;s chestnut hues with my piercing blue ones she loved so much. My lids flickered before staring into Harley's a bit deeper, realizing she was learning just as much about herself as I was. I recalled back to the first night I met Harley when she told me I was the first vampire she had ever ran into. I was quite surprised; not only was this beautiful woman that was now laying in my arms single, but she had also never met one of my kind which was hard for me to believe. Her scent was so intoxicating to me I couldn't for the life of me understand why she hadn't been irresistable to another blood thirsty vampire like myself. I sensed Harley was just as interesting in finding out exactly what she was as I was. I leaned in, tenderly placing a kiss to Harley's lips} You should know me by now...I will figure it out, I'll figure all of you out, baby. It's what I do., But there is still things we have to test..
*I barely lift my eyes as I feel Damon scoot down on the bed, looking deep into those eyes of his, almost unsure what to think of those pauses that made it feel almost like an eternity; Damon was hardly ever quiet unless his head was between my legs or he was ontemplating the mysteries of the darkness that surrounded us in Mystic Falls. For years I ignored the unknown part of me, one that only surfaced when I lost control of my emotions, one I was only able to control when I didn't let myself fall for he charms that had probably been spouted to a dozen other girls and here I was, lying in bed with a man who could possibly be making the darkness rise in me the way it never had. I lean in to meet Damon's lips in his tender kiss, my eyes lowering once it breaks, almost a whisper as I speak.* Are you that intrigued by what I am that you have to figure it out? What are you going to test on me...what if it hurts me, Damon?
{I placed my hand on Harley's cheek as he soft voice filled my ears, giving my head a slow nod to her question. I just had to know everything I could about the woman I had fallen in love with; if there was more to her than I could see. I knew Harley was a hybrid; human and vampire; the only other being that of a wolf/vampire. Harley was new to me and therefore to so many others of my kind. I sucked in a deep breath as my mind wandered to the one person that could be even more intrigued than me of what Harley is. My arms absently tightened around Harley, the sudden urge to protect her. She was special and there was one man that thrived on having the uncommon. Klaus. I shook the thoughts from my mind as I forced myself to concentrate on the questions Harley was asking of me} I would never let anything hurt you, Harley but we have to know if the same things that affect me, affect you.
*I lift my eyes a bit higher to meet Damon's as I felt his strong hand brush against my cheek, leaning my cheek against him as I gaze down into those piercing eyes of his; my heart began to race once in my chest once again as I wondered just what Damon wanted to see from me; I was putting all my trust into this man before me as he tried to understand what I was in a world only he knew. I grew up all too human in a world where supernatural, evil shit was condemned; my southern belle of an adoptive mother almost divorced my father over my "evil" nature. I never trusted anyone easily, but I trusted Damon. I could feel his strong arms tighten around me, protectively even. I slowly nod my head as Damon speaks, almost unsure how to answer.* What ever you need to do...
{I could sense the nervousness in Harley's voice as she spoke, hoping she knew by the way I tightened my strong arms around her that I would never hurt her or let anyone else. She was the one person in this word, especially within all this supernatural shit that I was willing to die for. My hand caressed her delicate curves, letting her know that I loved her and she'd always be my number one priority} I love you, Harley. Just trust me. {I reach between us and pull up the wrinkled sheets to cover our naked bodies}
*I felt myself begin to relax once more, just from Damon's tender caresses, his gentle touch reassuring as he traces my delicate curves amongst the sheets of his bed. My human heart still races in my chest as I gaze down into Damon's blue hues, letting my thighs fall apart as Damon reaches between us to pull the sheets over our naked bodies, allowing him to nestle in closer to me in the quiet of the night. A sweet, loving smile slowly crosses my lips as I hear Damon's words, knowing I trusted him more than I had trusted anybody in years; after all, how do you not when that man seems to accept you without even knowing the extent of your darkness. I just hoped I was right. I slide my arms around Damon's neck, feeling him move in closer as I weave my fingers through his hair, slowly arching into Damon's strong frame as I speak in a quiet voice.* I love you, Damon. *I lean up to brush my soft lips to Damon's in a tender kiss, my hand still slowly weaving through his dark hair.*