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 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.

Rebekah pressed her heels to the bit, using the leverage to lift her hips so he could peel the rest of her clothes off. Stripped naked then, she smirked up at him before drawing him down for another heated kiss though it was slower this time.

Slower was something they hadn't been that good at before, save for the night he didn't want either of them to remember. Instead, he decided to use this to...maybe make up for it.

Fitting himself to her, letting his fingertips wander over her skin, he kissed her back slowly, tongue tangling with hers.

Something inside of her shuddered and she closed her eyes tightly to battle it back as she remembered the same night they were trying to forget.

Her tongue brushed and teased over his as she slid her hands down his back and lightly over the curve of his ass as she lifted one leg over the back of his.

Damon had wanted to take things slower, but the shift of her leg was enough to make him toss that idea out the window. His hand slid down to caress around the back of her thigh as he tugged her leg higher.

Pressing against her, he arched his hips a little and slid into her with a smooth thrust.

She hadn't meant to encourage him to faster than he had planned but she didn't complain either. Her breath hitched as he filled her completely, causing to stretch around him with a groan as she rocked her hips up to meet him.

Then she kissed him a little harder so she wouldn't tell him just how perfect he felt.

Damon kissed her back, echoing her groan. His fingers tightened on her skin, and he finally moved deeper into her, then pulled back before pressing deep again, setting a slow rhythm. That, at least, was slower than before, feeling every inch of her.

She whimpered as he pulled back and she reached as though she thought he was going to stop but then she needed to hold on as he pressed deep. She whimpered at the slow rhythm but she matched him, moving easily with him as though she had been made to do so.

Sliding her hands up, she pushed her fingers into his hair, kissing him softly, nipping at his lip, and then brushing her lips over his cheek.

The soft kiss was a little disconcerting, mostly because he liked it more than he wanted to admit, but he nibbled at her lower lip in response, just as gently, then let his lips ghost slowly down her neck.

His hips picked up the pace a little bit, still fairly slow, but steady, now.

It was foolish of her to pretend, even for a second, that this was more than it was. That he really genuinely wanted her or that there could ever be some tenderness between them but she still found herself enjoying the soft kisses and the way his lips brushed slowly, almost adoringly, down her neck.

Her hand slid slowly down his back, pressing gently as she hitched her leg a bit higher, wanting him deeper with another breathless moan that might have been his name.

Whatever it was or wasn't, emotionally, the want was real. The first time he'd tried chatting her up, beside the bonfire, it hadn't really been a hardship. She was beautiful, powerful, graceful and ruthless.

He liked that in a woman, as his century and a half obsession with Katherine had shown.

He moaned against her skin at the press of her fingers, the hitch of her leg. He nipped over her pulse, gently, just a scrape of teeth, but he pressed far deeper into her at her urging, until he was as deep as he could go.

She couldn't quite believe that though but she could believe this as she felt him over and in her. She could feel that he wanted her for at least the moment and she clung to that as her heart rate quickened and breathing turned more ragged.

She sucked in a breath as he pressed deep and combined it with a nip, her eyes fluttering open as she wondered for a moment if he would bite...

"Do it." She encouraged him huskily then, surprising herself.

His surprise was evident, as he lifted his head to watch her for a moment. It wasn't something he was going to refuse, though, as much as he wanted to.

His eyes darkened a little and his hips retreated and pressed back into her. When he looked away again, it was to focus on her neck, teeth nipping, tongue soothing, and then he bit down with a moan.

Offering to let someone bite her wasn't something that happened often. Being an Original, her blood was potent and it could pose a dangerous addiction to some but that wasn't why she offered to Damon. She just wanted the connection for even a moment.

Meeting his gaze, she held it till he rocked his hips and broke her concentration. Moaning, she tilted her head back, shivering as his lips and teeth went back to her neck. Even though she knew it was coming, it still caused her to clench around him as she wasn't used to being bitten.

Then she relaxed with a moan, her hips rocking up towards his as the pleasure intensified.

He knew this couldn't be something she did often--offering her blood. Honestly, he never really thought about it much--about biting another. That they could...honestly, even that hadn't really occurred to him until Mikael.

But her blood was amazing. It made him moan all on its own, as he suddenly could feel her in new ways, ways that made his whole body tremble with heightened need.

His pace picked up as he brushed his fingers over her again.

He wasn't the only one trembling with need as she was too as she clung to him. The tension and the pleasure was coiling tightly inside of her as she whimpered his name again, needing just a bit more friction even as she felt him fill every part of her being that he couldn't fill physically.

When she could let go, her release came on more intensely than anything she had ever felt before. She cried out as she clenched around him, her orgasm flooding through her and out of her as she arched beneath him.

God, but he felt it, through every part of himself and he shuddered inside of her at the searing pleasure. There was no way he could have held on after that, when for a moment he couldn't tell where they even began to be separate people.

His hips jerked into her a few more times, reflexively, and he cried out against her skin as he came, spilling into her with almost a little sob.

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