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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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.

Sliding her hand up the back of his head, she held him close as he followed her over the edge and she reeled from the sensations that were nearly too much. They seemed to wash over her again and again till she didn't know if it was her own or if it was his she was feeling too. It all blended together.

Whimpering softly, she turned her head to brush her lips against his cheek, still holding on as it began to fade.

Damon didn't move for a few moments. Couldn't, really. He held her and let himself be held until the trembling started to ease.

Only then did he shift off of her and settle back on the bed. He stayed close, though, arms reflexively reaching to pull her back against him. His fingertips ran through her hair, down her back, then back up again in slow, rhythmic strokes.

Shifting closer as he pulled at her, Rebekah slid her head to his chest, resting it there as she listened to how fast his heart was racing at the moment. The soft strokes were calming and she didn't want to move as he continued.

Damon just held her as he waited for his body to recover. Her blood was singing in his veins, making him feel stronger than he thought he ever had. New that, an Original giving him blood rather than making him bleed. Honestly, it seemed to be one of her family's favorite hobbies--Elijah, Klaus, Mikael, Kol--okay. Maybe he asked for a couple of those.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and tightened his arm around her, keeping up the slow strokes.

She had made him bleed too out of retaliation for hurting and embarrassing her, so maybe she was trying to make up for it. Still, giving someone her blood was perhaps a foolish decision as she could still feel him echoing throughout her being. It would make leaving just that much harder.

So she wasn't going to leave quite yet. Instead she made herself content to touch him as well, her fingers drifting back and forth over his side in a slow caress.

It was a rarity, and it took some doing to get the words out, but after a few moments, he did. "Thank you..."

For trusting him, maybe. Or for giving him this echoing feeling that filled in some of the empty gaps that had been there since he woke up after his father shot him. He'd never wanted to be this, alone. It was only, ever for Katherine, and more than once he had come close to ending it, just because...eternity was too long to be alone.

And forgiving Stefan hadn't come easy.

Rebekah didn't like to be alone either, it was something she didn't cope with well and that was probably why she clung to people like she did. Of course, he knew about that vulnerability because he shared it. Not just because he had exploited it.

"For what?" She asked softly, wetting her lips as her fingers drifted to his hipbone.

He opened his eyes to glance at her, shifting a little uncomfortably. Talking about shit never went well, but he supposed this wasn't really that, right? His fingertips drifted over her neck, healed but with a small smear of blood where he'd bitten her.

"For trusting me enough for that."

She wasn't sure it was about trust but she didn't know what it was. Her hand stilled as she shifted as well, drawing back slightly to look at him.

"You're welcome." She murmured.

He didn't have another word for it, either. Trust seemed the safest. He met her gaze when she pulled back, a wry little smile tugging at his lips.

"What?" She eyed the wry little smile while wondering what he was thinking.

"Just thinking...this is getting to be almost habit," he said lightly, even if, really, it was only the fourth night.

Rebekah pursed her lips a little as she started to sit up. "And?"

"And..." Damon reached to pull her back down to him. "I'm...okay with that."

He wasn't sure what else he could say, yet, but given he'd started the night thinking that this could never happen again...it was something.

There was no hiding the surprise as he pulled her down to him again.

"You...are?" She looked suspicious. "Why?"

He shook his head, just a little bit, and gave her a steady look. "I'm...not sure, yet. I just am."

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

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