Chapter 4D

Our lips were just millimeters apart when there was a loud knock on the door,

"Oh Jesus" Damon nearly screamed, as I moved away from him like he was on fire, the door opened to reveal some man wearing a butlers uniform, he was the hired help, he announced that Stefan and Jessica were calling us outside, we both nodded as the man left, I started following him but Damon held my hand, my hand was extended behind me, he pulled me so that my back crashed into him, but softly, I could feel his breath on my neck, I closed my eyes as I breathed heavily,  his hands wrapped around me, like a blanket, he didn't move, he didn't kiss me, he didn't let go, he just froze

"Clarissa" he spoke after what seemed like forever "I..... I ..." he couldn't speak, so I pushed his hands a little, when he let go I turned to face him, my eyes still closed I hugged him.

"I know, Damon, me too" I whispered,  he gasped and raised my chin, I didn't open my eyes I dare not.

"Please" he whispered sounding defeated, I opened my eyes slowly ready to see his smirk, that sexy smirk that would make me swoon, but there was no smirk, he looked so vulnerable, he raised his hand to touch my face I moved his hand and held it in my own, I kissed the back of it, he hissed as I did so, I was happy with his reaction,  happy I could do that to him, "Clarissa, please, I, I just" he stopped talking as I, without thinking, bit his hand, just under his small finger, near his wrist, this was an intimate act between two vampires who love each other, I closed my eyes and moaned, his blood tasted different somehow, it tasted like heaven, "stop" Damon asked, I did, I looked up at him, "did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" I shook my head, I was wearing an ivory coloured, ankle length lace dress, I wore my hair in a high bun, my shoes invisible under the dress were gold, I moved away as I felt a presence, having high hearing had its benefits.

"Damon, Clarissa, there you are, come on everyone is waiting for you" Jessica was dragging me towards the stairs and Damon followed his signature smirk was back and I too smiled, we finally got outside the cool breeze hitting me cooling my racing heart down, we sang, we danced we laughed we talked and Damon and I stole glances at each other, I kept shying away like a high school kid, I guess I felt like a high school kid.

Soon the party was over and all the guests slowly left after telling Stefan and Jessica how amazing the party was.

The four of us were sat sipping bourbon.

"Oh I almost forgot" Jessica spoke to me, "Jackson called earlier, he's coming home tomorrow" and the conversation was over, who is Jackson? Why do I care when he's coming? I wanted to ask but somehow I knew I was supposed to know the answers, just like that Jessica decided it was bedtime, and obviously Stefan followed her, Damon and I were alone

"Hey, where do I sleep?" I asked, Damon shrugged, I thought hard I realised this was a three bedroomed house, "what about that third bedroom?" I asked

"That's Jackson's room" Damon announced he said nothing else I raised an eyebrow as if to ask him to elaborate, much to my disappointment he didn't, I was annoyed now.

"Fine, I guess I'll just blink home" I was angry too but Damon stood and held me in place

"You can't, remember Jessica  said that....."

"I'll be back before she wakes" I interrupted, I tried to pull my hand away, but Damon held on tighter, he pulled me to him and my breathing hitched "Damon, please, don't" he got the wrong idea, I meant to say please don't mess around, please be serious but he took it the wrong way as in, please Damon leave me alone, he let go, turned away, and walked away, I called after him but he did not stop, so I blinked in front of him, he was crying, I touched his face "why?" I asked, he moved my hand away and shook his head, he pushed me away and carried on walking away to his bedroom, I blinked into his bedroom, and got there just as he opened the door, he sighed and shut the door behind him, he turned to face the door, away from me, and leaned his head on the door "Damon?" I whispered

"Yes" he sniffed,

"Please come sit" he looked towards me and looking defeated he sat on the bed next to me, I put my hand on his lap and stared at it, after a while he put his hand on mine, I thought about entering his mind but decided it was best not to "may I ask you something?" I asked still looking at our hands, he nodded, I didn't want him to know I could read his mind so I had to play this right, hence this conversation, "you flirt with me, make remarks, you say things that only someone with certain feelings should say, do you say and do this as a joke or...." I couldn't finish

"Or....?" He asked, he was going to make me say it, wasn't he?

"Or is there something there? Do you feel something?" He looked at me then, with his other hand he cupped my face and bought me closer. He stopped as he looked into my eyes, I bought my face closer to his and started to kiss him, at first it was slow, like we were exploring, sparks flew, I moaned as he deepend it, my arms wrapped around his neck, his hands didn't move, I needed to breath so I stopped kissing him, our foreheads touched as we breathed heavily.

Without words we lay on the bed, fully clothed but holding hands we fell asleep.

I found myself at the hotel, I felt like a third person, I could see Damon and myself, Damon and my other self were in his room, he had just been shot by a vervain bullet, and he was drinking my other selves blood to heal, my other self punched him, once, twice, and a third time, when Damon caught her wrists and assured her he was fine, they kissed long and deep, neither coming up for air, the memory changed to thirty thousand  years ago both of us were sat Damon mentioned that he was worried he might change the future, and I had told him, very cleverly that we were there to change the future, Damon tackled me to the ground and tickled me I was laughing really hard, so hard I was crying Damon was on top of me then suddenly he kissed me, the doctor interrupted then, telling Damon he wanted to talk to me, his eyes had gone red, like they did when he needed to feed, except he wasn't hungry for blood. The memory switched again, I was lying on his bed asleep, he was in the chair next to the bed telling me I should wake up soon, that when I woke he would tell me how he felt, he wouldn't use words, as soon as I woke he would kiss me, and then, just for a teaser, he kissed me, on the lips, I didn't move, and it was just a peck, but he was breathing heavily, "oh, what are you doing to me" he was whispering, "I love you Clarissa, more than you'll ever know, I love you so much" he was whispering.