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Title: Aint Born Typical
Pairing: Elena/Stefan Bonnie/Damon
Rating: R with NC17 This chapter
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Vampire Diaries Universe, and no profit is being made from this fiction. I do however own all original characters and concepts that will appear.
SDTRK:
Love the Way you Like : Eminem Feat. Rihanna
Eyes on Fire: Blue Foundation
Mouth: Bush
Never say Never : The Fray
XVIII
It was more like a battle than love making as urgency made their movements frantic and
frenzied. Clumsy hands roaming and grouping as they made their way into the room and
Damon slammed back against the door pinning her body with his own as she wrapped her slim
legs around his waist. He wanted to go slow, but the fire wouldn't' allow him. Inhaling her
sugary cinnamon scent as he leaned over her he nipped, licked and sucked a path from her
elegant neck to her full lips. Closing his eyes he pressed his lips against her own feeling the heat
from her body warm him own as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Plunging it in and out
he ravished her with a steady rhythm that was a preview of what was to come.
Pulling back to allow her to suck in air he was pleasantly surprised when she boldly nipped at
his chin taking control of their next round of mouth fucking. Yanking his hair she brought his
eyes deliberately before biting his neck hard enough to make fireworks go off in his head as she
almost broke skin.
"I want to see you," he rumbled moving back to rip her shirt off revealing a lacy cream colored bra.
The contrast of white against caramel skin was tantalizing and he felt his face slip. Not wanting
her to see the effect she had on him he leaned down to bury his face in the valley of her past
licking a cool wet trail down her skin before moving to suck a hardened chocolate bud into his
mouth. Massaging the other mound with his other talented his hand he relished her whimpers
and moans.
"Not fair, you still have your shirt on," She rasped turning her face away from his mouth as she
talked against his cheek.
"Can't have that," he said getting his reaction to her under control as he lifted his gaze to show
her a normal face.
"I hope you weren't attached to this shirt," She purred sending buttons flying as she pulled it
apart singing a path down his shoulders to his taut abs as he shed the unwanted material.
" I showed you mine now you show me yours," he snarled feeling himself grow harder when
she smirked and obliged his request with a sexy semi strip tease that left her caramel colored
mounds bare.
Firm and perky they were the size of small melons and begging to be worshipped. Running his
hands up her thighs as he leaned into lave her nipples with his tongue he lost himself in the
slightly sweet taste of her skin. Stroking her heated center through the tights he jerked as she
nipped his shoulder. He never would have pegged her for a biter, and now it was threatening to
be his undoing.
" I want to see you," She whispered knowing it was taking everything in him to keep from
vamping out.
"NO, you don't," he promised making her hiss as he rubbed her center harder.
"I do," she promised rocking her hips against his caresses as she raked her nails down his back
and began to place bites all over his neck, purposely avoiding the spot where his pulse would've
beat had he been alive.
"Bonnie," he growled in warning.
"Damon," she teased biting his jugular hard enough to draw blood.
Blinking she felt the rush of wind against her skin and something soft against her back. When
her brain finally caught up she realized she was on her back in the bed with an inflamed Damon
over her peeling away her tights and his pants.
"I tried to go slow, take my time and be gently, but you didn't want it that way," he growled
making her heart stutter as she took in his black eyes and protruding fangs.
"So now, I'm going to drink you and fuck you till you know you won't ever belong to anyone
else," he said slowly watching her face for any sign of disagreement.
"You're ready for me aren't you?" he asked silkily as he eased a finger into her moist center and
she moaned biting her bottom lips.
"The rest of you tasted so sweet, I want to know what this tastes like," he whispered easing his
finger out as he brought it to his lips.
"Mhmm, Ambrosia," he purred easing down to bury his face against her as she cried out in
shock.
Vamp speed was like a time warp. Your body experienced things before you mind could
register it fully. His tongue eased in and out of her as his fingers rubbed her swollen nubs and
his
teeth occasionally caressed her. She was standing inside the fire, but she was a child of a flame
and didn't fear the burn.
Grasping his hair in a death grip she rocked her hips against him pressing his face into her as he
took her higher and higher until her body was shaking and she was begging for something she'
never experienced.
:Say my name: Damon projected sending her over the edge with one last swirl of his magic
fingers and a flick of his tongue against her nub.
"DAMON!" She keened as fireworks went off in her head and pain struck mixing with pleasure
as he buried himself deep inside of her.
"You're so tight, and all mine," he growled pumping his hips as the orgasm she'd been riding
began to build once more.
"Mine, Mine, mine," he continued. It was a pledge a promise, a hope as he pounded into her
gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as she cried out for God, scratching and clawing as she
began her climb once more.
"Say it Bonnie," he rasped speaking around his fangs.
"Yours, I'm yours," she whispered shocking him as she leaned up and connected their lips ,
letting her tongue dart out and caress his fangs.
Lost when she nicked herself and he tasted her blood he pulled away to sink his teeth in to her
neck sending her into an orgasm that had her already tight core clenching around him as she
convulsed.
Holding his bleeding wrist to her lips he was sent over the edge with her as she began to draw
blood from his wound.
"Are you okay?" Damon asked looking her over to make sure he hadn't taken too much.
"Wow Salvatore it almost sounds like you care," she teased pausing when he pinned her with
an intense icy blue stare.
"I gave you your chance to leave," he dead panned.
"And I didn't take it," She shot back feeling dazzled when his lips spread over a genuine smile.
"I think this is the first time I've seen you actually smile D," She whispered making him beam at
the use of his nickname.
"The first of many Bon Bon," he whispered telling himself not to ruin things by worrying about
his image.
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"It'll be okay tomorrow Stef, we'll be ready for them," She said frowning when he shook his
head.
"That's not what this is about," he seethed making her arch a delicate looking brow.
"Oh?"
"This is about us Zoelle."
"Stef, there isn't an us."
"Then what was that earlier?"
"A transfer of power."
"Really? Cause I don't recall you sticking your tongue down Bonnies' throat," he snapped
temper flaring.
"That's wrong on so many levels I'm not even going to bother," She said dryly turning to leave.
"Don't' walk away from me," he hissed pinning her against the wall with an arm on either side
of her.
"Careful Stef you're starting to resemble someone I once knew," She mocked letting her anger
bleed out.
"You'd love that wouldn't you?" He spat?
"Love to have the man back who didn't loathe what he was sure? The whole self inflicted pain
routine gets old."
"Why couldn't you just stay away?" He whispered almost t himself.
"I did! You're the one who asked me to come here to help Damon remember? And as for the
birthday celebrations, you found me." She said pushing him away as she retreated a few steps.
If this had been twenty years ago she would have known how this ended. But they weren't
together now and this wasn't foreplay.
"You could have said no!"
"When have I ever told you no Stefan Salvatore?" She hissed. "Listen if you want to be all bent
out of shape over your lot in life, be my guest, but don't' drag me into it." She said walking
away.
"NO! you don't' get to walk away until we're done," he said suddenly beside her grasping her
wrist.
"I thought we were!"
"Were what?"
"Done," she whispered.
"I don't think so Zoey, not by a long shot," He whispered moving in until their lips almost
touched.
"No!" Zoe exclaimed hurriedly stepping away.
" I will not be an afterthought or a second runner up, if you come to me it'll be because I'm the
one you want." She said turning on her heel as she retreated to her room leaving to think on her words.
"How can I choose between my past and my present?" he wondered.
Abandoning all thoughts of entering his room he made his way back down to the study and
poured himself a glass of scotch. Pacing back and forth he ran over the pros and cons of both
women. He wasn't a womanizer like his brother, but when he loved it was hard and deep.
Which was why as much as he loved Elena a part of him still held on to Zoe. Zoelle, she was
laugher, fun, indulgence and his own kind. But Elena had brought him back to life, giving
meaning to an existence that had become stagnate. She was light, goodness and a link to
humanity.
When he was with Elena he felt cherished and admired, he felt absolved of his sins and closer
to being the person he wanted to be because he could not risk losing control. If he ever harmed
Elena he would never forgive himself. It was one hell of a motivator to staying on the straight
and narrow. Being with Zoe made him feel alive, made him not hate what he was as much as he
relaxed. The tight rein he always kept on himself got to be loosened and the fire that always
boiled just below the surface was released in an all consuming passion. He missed the passion.
He didn't have to be careful with Zoe because he couldn't break her, and he could bit her. Even
after he'd sworn off human blood he'd still drank from Zoe.
Groaning when his fangs began to lengthen he downed his drink and made enough. Taking a
note from Damon he decided he would continue until he got the answer or passed out. Either
way would be a welcome release.