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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"This isn't some kind of trick then?" She asked, not letting go of her suspicion easily.

"No," he said quietly. "I don't...I'm not going to say I know what it is, but it's not a trick." There had been too much loss on both sides to even contemplate it, in his mind.

Rebekah eyed him for a moment longer before she decided to believe him. At least that was how it seemed as she nodded slowly, sinking down beside him again so she could curl up against his side again. "Okay."

He was telling the truth, at least. He really had no idea what this was, why he could be so adamant about it never happening again and then...make a clear, easy choice to bring her home with him. Once they'd let the humans go, he could have gone.

He'd danced with her instead.

Maybe it was just that no one else really...got it. They both knew what it was like to lose. They both were lonely. They knew the sex was fantastic. He didn't want to delve farther than that, right now, but maybe he just ought to stop thinking this was so wrong, given what she'd done.

He'd done plenty, too.

He went back to brushing his fingers lightly through her hair when she settled close again.

Maybe that was why she kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Because she didn't understand how he could just let it go or how he could forgive her for what she had done. She had pretty much been a pariah after the night on the bridge and she figured everyone would just hate her forever.

But maybe it was because they understood each other. They were pretty much the same after all.

So she didn't move away as he continued to stroke her hair till she felt herself drifting.

Damon pressed a kiss to her forehead as he felt her starting to drift. He kept his arm around her as he closed his eyes. He wasn't really tired, but staying awake wasn't going to do him any good, either.

Rebekah wasn't sure how long she had drifted in and out for but he seemed to be asleep when she opened her eyes again. Tilting her head back, she watched him quietly for a moment while wondering if she should stay or sneak out. She could be gone before he was even aware of what was going on but..she just wasn't sure she could bring herself to do that.

Turning her head slightly, she brushed a kiss over his shoulder.

He'd drifted off a bit with the steady rhythm of her breathing, but the kiss pulled him back up to full consciousness. Opening his eyes, he gave her a bit of a smile. "Do you need anything?"

He wasn't, in general, the world's best host, it was true, but she'd been so very wary, he was trying to be nice.

"No, I'm fine." She reassured him with a shake of her head.

She didn't really know what to do now though and it was clear on her face as she shifted onto her back, brushing some pale strands back from her face.

He didn't really, either. It was like the awkward morning after, only still night. The one thing he could come up with to do was a second round, and while he certainly wasn't against that, she wasn't giving off those signals.

Still, he shifted on to his side, facing her and reached out to follow her fingertips and brush her hair back for her. There was an assumption there, but he decided to ask, anyway, even though the words weren't ones he'd ever expected to say to her.

"Will you stay?"

She didn't mean to make things awkward but she couldn't quite help it either. Watching him, she dropped her hand as he brushed her hair back from her face for her.

Then his words surprised her because she had expected the opposite now that she was up and awake.

"Yes." She replied after a moment.

It wasn't like he'd kicked her out any of the other times, but he'd never outright...asked her to stay, either. Somehow it felt different, like not just tacit permission, but a request.

He gave her a faint smile. "I'm not particularly tired..."

No, it was true, he had never quite chased her out before but he had never asked her to stay either and so it did feel different this time. Quite different.

Watching him, she smirked suddenly as she understood what he was getting at. "Neither am I."

Then she moved quickly, not quite blurring but still fast enough to catch him off guard as he would find himself suddenly on his back with her straddling him, pinning him with her hands on his shoulders and a smirk on her face.

Damon had been angling for that a little, yes, unless she wanted something less physical as a distraction. But he chuckled when she moved, finding himself on his back faster than he could have thought.

Looking up at her, his lips curved in a smirk. "That's convenient..."

"It is, isn't it?" She smirked, drawing her nails over his chest lightly.

Damon made a pleased sound, arching up off the bed into her nails a little. "Certainly more interesting than one of us just watching the other sleep..."

Not that there wasn't a sort of pleasure in that, too.

"I don't know, you're kind of cute when you're sleeping." She murmured, her nails drawing over his stomach now even as she rocked her hips, sliding slowly against him to stir a reaction out of him.

Damon's reply was lost in a moan as he arched up against her, feeling the core of her pressing against him. His hands slid up her legs, curled at her hips to urge her more against him.

But she didn't accommodate him, mainly since she seemed focused on teasing him at the moment as she pressed her knees into the bed while refusing to move her legs for him.

Leaning down, she nipped over his collarbone before trailing soft kisses up to the spot behind his ear. Then she sucked and licked her way down the curve of his neck again, leaving little marks as she rocked her hips again.

Damon moaned again, this time vaguely frustrated, despite the fact of how quickly this had flared up. Still, he shifted his head to the side, willing to take whatever she was giving, however teasing.

His hands slid from her hips, upward to stroke along her spine, around to tease over her breasts. Rocking his hips a little, he met her with those movements, encouraging more.

"Rebekah..."

"What?" She asked in a low husky tone, rocking her hips again as she pressed her hands to his chest, pushing herself to a sitting position more as she looked down at him with a heated gaze.

"Don't tease," he murmured, not quite begging, but gaze a little demanding and yet pleading at the same time.

"Would I do that?" She asked with a playful smirk, sitting up slowly as she moved her hands to cover his as they rested on her hips.

Shifting a little, she lined up their bodies with a little slide of her hips, making it clear to him just how wet she was at the moment as she got into position. Then she rocked her hips upwards, biting back a moan as she felt the head of his cock brushing against her, then breaching as she pushed back to sink slowly onto him.

"Yes," he said with a dark look, arching up against her when she moved, though any more words got lost in the feel of her, of how wet she was. His fingers tightened on her hips and he was about to beg before she shifted.

Then she was taking him in and his eyes fell closed as he arched up off the bed to meet her.

Rebekah gave a low sweet laugh at his answer because he knew her so well, at least in that aspect. Now that she had much desire to tease him any further because her desire called for more.

Pressing down as he rocked upwards, she groaned as he filled her completely, her inner walls stretching tightly around him as she pressed her nails into his chest and tried to maintain some sort of control so she didn't break too soon,

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