Darkest Greetings

7. A Little More Than A Kiss :]

         "Damon, where are you taking me?" I asked, laughing as he dragged me by the arm. 

         "You'll see when we get there....and we're here." He said, stopping. This was my chance to make a run for it. Okay. On 3...  1. 2. 3!!! I lifted my foot and nearly made one step because Damon grabbed me.

         "Damon, let go."I demanded. He shook his head. 

          "Follow me." He ordered, pulling my arm. I rolled my eyes and followed. We stopped at a small table in front of the Mystic Grill. 

         "Why are we at the Mystic Grill?" I asked. He smirked and then snapped his fingers. Just then, Matt came out of the door wearing a maid's dress. I couldn't help but burst into laughter. Matt death-glared me and I stopped. 

        "The usual." Damon said. He has a usual? Ha ha. Yeah, right.

                       A few minutes later, Matt came out with a bottle of bourbon. I eyed it suspiciously. Ah, so his plan is to get me drunk and then have me sleep with him? Good plan, Damon-NOT!! 

    "Your plan isn't going to work, Damon." I said, chugging my glass of bourbon down. He smirked.

    "What plan exactly?" He asked. Okay, now he was just being stupid.

     "The plan where you try to get me drunk and have me sleep with you." I stated.

      "I wasn't planning that. But, if you want to get nasty then I'm fine with that. Just wait until we get to the house." He said, making me want to spit on him. 

    "You're disgusting, you know?" I said, punching his shoulder. He smirked as he got up from the table. I did the same.

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                          We arrived at the boarding house in 5 minutes. I stepped out of the car, grabbing my purse and walked to the porch. Damon followed. He was pacing back and forth, running his hand through his hair. He looked...nervous? Pfft. Yeah, right. Damon? Nervous? No way in hell. He turned to me and looked me in the eyes. 

         "Kathleen, I need to tell you something." He said. 

         "Urgh, can't it wait 'till morning?" I asked.

         "No." He said seriously.

          "Why?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at him.

          "Because what I'm about to say is probably the most selfish thing I've ever said in my life. I just have to say it once, and you just need to hear it." He answered. I nodded. "I love you, Kathleen." He whispered. Then he leaned in slowly, his eyes on my lips. For some odd reason, my eyes were on his too. 

                  His lips collided with mine, sending electric shocks through me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Then, he deepened the kiss and put my face in his hands. I ran my hands through his dark hair. He pinned me against the wall, taking off my leather jacket.

                  "Damon." I breathed, trying to push him off. He couldn't hear me. He was way too busy trying to rip my clothes off. "Damon, stop. I'm serious." I demanded, still attempting to push him off. He still wouldn't budge. Ugh! This time I used all my strength and pushed him off. Finally, it worked.  We were both panting and trying to catch our breath. 

                    "Damon, we can't. It's not right. I mean, I know you still love Katherine. So, what's the point in even trying to love me if you think I'm exactly like her?" I asked, walking into the house. 

            "You just don't get it do you, Kathleen?" He asked, appearing in front of me. 

            "Get what, Damon? What could I possibly need to get when you obviously can't get it yourself?" I asked. He lifted my chin up so that I was looking him in the eye.

             "That I don't love you because you look like her and that I love you because you're you." He whispered.  

               "Prove it." I said, smirking. Oh how I wish I took it back. He smiled and then picked me up bridal style and took me into my room. Oh god no. He put me down. Soon, he had me pinned against the wall. 

              "Wha-- Damon! What are you doing?!" I asked as he was trying to pull off my pants. 

               "Shhh." He whispered, his fangs grazing my neck. I groaned. He chuckled as he slid his fingers up my shirt. I winced at his touch. He slid off my top and threw it across the room. Then he kissed me full on the lips which made me completely explode. I tangled my hands in his hair and dug my nails into his leather jacket as he continuously kissed me passionately. I pushed off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He threw that across the room, too.  Soon, we were fighting over dominance. Trying to show which one who's boss and further more. We went on like that for a few minutes. But, we eventually ended up as we started-Damon's hands on either side of my head.  

                      I threw him onto the bed and quickly pinned him down. Then I leaned down and kissed him. He rolled over so that he was on top of me now and pressed his body against mine. Then he kissed me from my navel up to my neck. I couldn't help but moan. Hell, he was doing things to me! He kissed me again, but this time more passionate. Just then our hands became intertwined.  And for a moment....

           I felt something....Something weird but good inside. It was an unfamiliar feeling. But I liked it. And I planned to keep it that way...