prodigalsavior | Broken hearts find your way / Make it through just this day (For Rebekah)

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Broken hearts find your way / Make it through just this day (For Rebekah)

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Well, that needed to not happen again, Damon thought to himself as he moved through the city, blending with the crowd and shadows. The bright lights were all around, but that just kept even more people's attention off of him. There were too many other things to look at.

He'd forgotten how easy it was to hunt in the city, and he had to wonder why the hell he'd ever left. It wasn't for anything...god. It seemed so long ago. Thinking he'd be the one to free Katherine. That she'd love him forever, that they'd hunt the night and lord it over everyone else, just the two of them.

That he wouldn't be alone, haunted only by the girl who'd been taken and the brother who'd damned him.

Fuck, but what was that saying? The more things changed...

A girl bumped into him, and apologized before thinking she could slip past him. Damon's hand slipped out and grabbed her arm, hard and fast. Before she could bother protesting, he had caught her gaze, compelled her to silence. Then slinging an arm around her, he guided her down the street, looking for a quiet place for a snack.

Maybe that would take his mind off the level of fucking horror these last few months. Or keep him from taking out his phone and sending a text for another night of...not aloneness.

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Damon didn't want to talk about it any deeper anymore, either. It wasn't something to dwell on--and he was far better at running from the pain than facing it.

"I'm sure I will," he agreed instead, fingers tightening a little on hers. "But not any time soon."

"No, not any time soon." She agreed, her thumb brushing over his. "You should stay in New York for a little while and then maybe somewhere else?" Shenhad been considering the same thing after all.

He cast her a sideways look. "Where else would you suggest?"

She shrugged a little. "I'll tell you when I figure it out. Right now I'd prefer to head to your place."

He wanted to ask if she would really leave Elijah, but he wasn't sure he wanted the answer. "Want to run?" Since they'd been more on her side of town than his. Plus...it might shake off some of the restraint.

Amusement flickered across her features before she shot him a mischievous look. "Want a head start?" She asked, teasing.

Damon made a little face, though his eyes sparkled a little. "I think that's only fair..." One eyebrow arched. "You remember where it was?"

"I think I can find my way." Rebekah smirked with a nod of her head.

"I'll see you there, then," Damon said with a wink before taking off. He knew she could beat him, easily, in a straight out race, but he was hoping his knowledge of some shortcuts across town would give him an edge.

Maybe he knew some shortcuts but so did she and she used them as she ran towards his place. Blurring through the streets and around, she made her way to his place seconds before he got there.

Damon had to laugh a little when he got there and she was there already. Of course she was. For a moment, it highlighted the difference in their ages, but really...that wasn't something he was likely to forget, ever. They'd had enough proof of it before.

"Well, at least you do remember," he said ruefully.

Looking a little smug, she tilted her head to the side as he came to a stop nearby.

"I have a good memory." She replied but that wouldn't really be a shock to him.

There were some things he certainly wished she'd forget. Wished he could, too, but they were part of both of them, now. Still, he didn't let those thoughts show, just smiled.

"Convenient for times like these."

There was a flicker of something over her features but it was gone quickly as she nodded again.

"Very convenient." She moved to the side so he could open the door and let them in.

Damon let them in the main door, then led her up the stairs. His apartment took up the third floor, roomy for Manhattan, but nothing like the house back home. He kept meaning to find something nicer, but he sort of liked the eclectic feel to the neighborhood and the apartment itself.

Getting his door open, as well, he stepped back to let her precede him, watching her closely.

Entering his home, Rebekah took a moment to look around but there was no real reason to play around or to talk anymore. She was here for a reason, the same reason he had agreed to having her come back with him. They wanted a way to chase away the pain and the hurt for a little while. It was a need they understood.

Turning to face him, she waited till he moved towards and then she reached up to slide her fingers in his hair, using the hold to pull him down for a heated kiss. He was the only one, in a long time, who could match her passion and her hunger.

Damon was all right with stopping talking. Talking never really led anywhere good. He'd just been telling himself earlier that this couldn't, shouldn't, happen again. That didn't much matter now, as he slid his arms around her, and kissed her back with the hunger that had been building for a while.

One hand buried in her hair and he moved her back toward the bedroom blindly.

As before, Rebekah was unforgiving as she moved her hands down to curl her fingers in his shirt, grabbing handfuls of material before she yanked hard to rip it open. She was unapologetic about it too as she figured he could replace the shirt later.

Moaning softly against his lips, she raked her nails over his chest then, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to sting as they entered his bedroom.

Damon took the ripping of his shirt--without the torturing after--as a sign that he was wanted, at least in this moment, so he certainly wasn't protesting.

He wasn't much gentler getting hers off of her, as he didn't feel the need to stop kissing her to get it off. But his fingers slipped over her skin, slipping up to cradle one breast as he urged her back up against the bed and onto it.

She had wanted him before but he had been too wrapped up in the doppelgänger to really care. That and he had been looking to use her rather than considering what a good team they could be.

Gasping against his lips, she arched into his hand, her nipple tightening against his palm before she fell back onto the bed. She sat up quickly though, reaching to undo his pants even as she leaned in to nip at his hipbone.

There was something in the sight of her looking at him, the way she felt against him that was making him start to think about how they could be together. It was a thought his mind slipped away from as much as headed toward--for all he could be cocky and seem sure of himself and his desirability, everyone he'd loved wanting Stefan instead did a number.

It was there in the back of his mind that she'd wanted Stefan, too. Loved him enough to defy Klaus. If Stefan hadn't rejected her...he guessed they both had reason enough to be doubtful this was more than this, pleasure and a chance to not feel so alone.

But that wasn't anything to sneeze at, and he bit back a moan when her lips found his skin. He'd been about to follow her down, but he paused, one knee on the bed, the other foot still braced on the floor and looked down at her with a heated gaze, fingertips shifting to slide through her hair.

Looking back now, Rebekah could see how foolish she had been with Stefan. He had never loved her as much as he had claimed and, honestly, she could see now they wouldn't have lasted. As soon as the Ripper was gone, he would have tried to change her and she would have gotten tired of him.

Damon was much more suited to her but she couldn't let herself really think that. It hurt to do so and right now she was trying to escape any sort of hurt.

Brushing her mouth over his skin, she nipped gently before salving the sting with her tongue. Looking up, she smirked as she met his gaze, tugging his jeans over his hips to get them off.

Damon couldn't pull his gaze away from her, a smirk curving his lips, as well. He helped her push his jeans down, stepping back to kick them and the rest of his clothes off, before shifting back onto the bed.

His fingers reached to free her from her bra, gaze sweeping over her hungrily, but not wanting to move too far from that tantalizing mouth of hers.

That very mouth returned to his chest as he joined her again, teasing over his collarbone and working down. When she couldn't go any further, she trailed a line of heated kisses back to the spot behind his ear, knowing full well from last time he enjoyed it.

Damon moaned appreciatively as he slid his hands slowly down to undo her shorts, fingers brushing over her skin before he hooked his hips in her shorts and panties and tugged them down impatiently.

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