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Bring Your Own Blood	By : krypteria Category: S through Z > Vampire Diaries Views: 1726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“He’s still here, isn’t he?” were the first words out of his mouth when he entered their hotel suite.

Hannah sighed and sat down on the couch. “Of course he is, Damon,” she said. “All I did was trap him in the ground. He’ll find a way out eventually- if he hasn’t already.”

“And what do we do when he does?”

“Well, I haven’t exactly thought about that. I’ve been a tad preoccupied, what with my dying and all.”

Damon took a seat next to her and pulled her into his arms. “I’m afraid I won’t be of much use magickally,” he said softly. “I have strength and magickal energy, but its not for fighting warlocks.”

Her face brightened in comprehension. “But I can tap into that energy. I did before when I sank Marcellus.” She sat up straighter. “If I can do that again- I mean, a normal banishing wouldn’t be strong enough- but if we can combine our strengths- I could do a mash-up of protection and banishing spells- maybe some hexes or binding rituals-”

“Hannah, slow down; you’re hurting my head,” he teased lightly. “What are you getting at?”

“We can beat him! If you’ll trust me, that is. It’ll be a piece of cake,” she said earnestly, practically bouncing in her seat.

“Are you sure?” She nodded. “What do you need to… do whatever it is that you’re going to do?”

“Well, hopefully everything I need should be at the local occult shop, Moonshadow,” she said thoughtfully. “But I don’t think I have enough money to get everything…”

“Who said anything about money?” Damon said slyly.

“But- but-”

“We’ll go right now.”

“But its closed… Damon! Damon, get back here!” Hannah ran after him out the door. “We can’t just break in! That’s wrong! Damon!”

He stopped so abruptly that she ran into his back with a small “oof”.

“Do you have a better idea on how to get what we need? And quickly?” he said.

“Fine,” she conceded. “But this is going to be murder on my karma.”

Damon raised a sardonic eyebrow at her. “Murder, you say?”

“Oh, shut up, you! Let’s just get this over with! And I want to check on Nic, too.”

“Hannah, you are one of the most… interesting… women I’ve ever had the pleasure to fuck.” He grinned at her.

“And to think I fell in love with you! I’m so hurt!” She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I demand an apology!”

“If you insist, my lady,” he murmured, before his mouth descended upon hers.

Moonshadow could wait for the moment.

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“Would you relax?” Damon hissed, dragging her up the dark stairway.

“But what if the owners are still here? Or there are security cameras? Or an alarm?” she squeaked. “We’re going to get caught!”

Damon groaned. “No one is here. I would have sensed them. We can’t be seen on cameras. And I disabled the alarm before we entered. We won’t get caught. Now would you calm down and get your things!” He was quickly losing his patience with her. He could understand how her religious morals still held strongly with her but he was too tired, too hungry, and way too horny to let her whine all night when there were things needed to be done.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “It just doesn’t feel right.”

He opened his mouth to make a scathing remark, but she had already pushed past him and began to gather an assortment of herbs.

“I’ll get some bags,” he offered. He found some behind the cash counter and brought them to her.

She threw the packets of herbs in the proffered bag. He followed her around the store as she continued to place an assortments of oils, gems, books and candles in the bags.

“I think that should be enough,” she said absently, moving to the cash counter. She set down a wad of green bills, then pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.

“What are you doing now?” Damon asked wearily, looking over her shoulder.

“I’m torturing a rabbit. What does it look like I’m doing?” she snapped.

“It looks like you’re about to do something stupid,” he said.

“I’m writing an I.O.U.,” she said. “It’s just something I need to do, Damon, so just let it be.”

That shut him up.

Hannah went back to her note and quickly jotted:

“Emergency. Will pay back and some. IOU:$138.

Blessed Be,

HH”

Hannah turned back to Damon. “Can I meet you back at the hotel?” At his incredulous look, she added hastily, “I’m not going to do anything. I just wanted to check up on Nic and talk with her.”

He shrugged and took the bag of magickal goods from her. “Fine, but if you’re not back by three, I’ll come looking,” he warned.

She grinned up at him. “I don’t know if that will be enough time. Our hot lesbian sex can be quite time-consuming.”

His eyebrows quirked up in interest. “Really now? Perhaps I should come along and make sure everything’s all right?”

She chuckled. “You are such a man.”

“How else could you possibly want me?” He flashed her one of his rare and very charming smiles.

“True, true.”

He bent his head and kissed her softly. “Be safe,” he murmured.

“With you, I am.”

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/Tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap…/

The light that suddenly flooded the attic blinded Hannah momentarily, and she nearly fell from where she was perched on the windowsill. A disheveled and half-asleep Nic stumbled to the window to open it.

“Wha- Hannah…? Is that you?” she said through a yawn.

“Yeah. Can you invite me in? This isn’t exactly the most comfortable position in the world.”

“Um… sure.”

There was a long pause.

“Well?” Hannah hissed.

“Oh! Sorry,” the human girl said sheepishly. “Come in.”

Hannah fell through the window, no longer supported by the invisible barrier. “Thanks,” she groaned.

Nic helped her off the ground. “You look awesome, Han! So he turned you, then?”

“Obviously.”

“Well, I didn’t know for sure. I figured he must have when the news said your body had gone missing from the morgue. But I can’t believe he did; he ran away from you. He’s taking care of you, I assume? It’s just a bit odd. He obviously must care about you if he saved you. He could have just let you die,” Nic said, sounding the most logical that she ever had.

“I-I never thought of it that way…” Hannah was a little disturbed. Could her really care for her? It wasn’t just sex for him?

“I’m glad you came back. I never got to say goodbye,” Nic said quietly.

“Hey, kiddo, don’t do that. I’m going to be here. For an eternity, actually. We can still hang.”

The green-haired girl visibly brightened. “Really? Yay-zor!”

Hannah chuckled. “I actually came here to check that you were okay. You are, aren’t you? Marcellus hasn’t been around?”

Nic shook her head. “I’m fine. That guy’s still here? What are we going to do?”

“Don’t worry,” the red-head soothed. “Damon and I are handling it. But just in case Marcellus decides to attack you, I wanted to make sure you were well-protected.”

“How will you do that?”

Hannah pulled a necklace of tiger’s eye and what looked to be carved with runic symbols from her pocket. “This is a protective necklace. It should protect you from any malicious magickal energies. I’ve also changed it so that if you’re in danger, it will alert me and I’ll be able to help you.”

Nic took the necklace and put it on. “That’s it?”

“No. I also want to do a protection spell on the house so nothing bad can get in. If you’ll allow me.”

“Of course. I trust you.”

Hannah smiled at her friend. “I’ll get started now, then I’ll have to get back to Damon or he’ll freak.”

“Aw, that so sickeningly cute!”

“Shut up.”

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Hannah had to race back to the hotel in order to not be late. The last thing she expected was for him to be curled up on the couch, fast asleep. It was adorable. Disappointing, yes, but still adorable. He looked so young and vulnerable in his sleep, all traces of his usual mockery and cruelty gone. It made her want to wrap her arms around him and never let go.

Smiling at the sight, she quietly shut the television off and set a blanket over him, careful not to wake him. He shifted a little but didn’t wake. She laced her fingers through his and watched him as he slept, awestruck, never remembering when she slipped from blissful observation into contented slumber.

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Damon woke with a start. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He’d intended to make sure Hannah got back in one piece. He tried to get up but found himself restrained by a weight on his abdomen. He couldn’t help the smile that came to his face when he realized it was her head resting on his stomach, her hand clutching his in her sleep. She’d fallen asleep curled up on the floor, not wanting to be far from his side. He loved it.

Careful not to wake her, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. As he crawled into the bed beside her, she woke slightly.

“Damon?”

“Shh,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms. “Go back to sleep.”

She sighed and pressed her face into his chest. When she spoke again, her words were muffled, but he could still decipher the words. “I want you.”

He felt his gut clench at her words. “And how exactly do you want me, rossa?” he challenged.

All of a sudden, he was flipped onto his back, Hannah’s legs on either side of his hips. She gave him a mischievous grin.

“I want you exactly like this,” she said huskily. “Beneath me…” Her fingers moved to the zipper of his pants and ripped them open. She pulled her dress off and ripped her panties to the side. “I want you-” she thrust herself down onto his cock, moaning as he sank deeply into her, “inside me.”

Damon bit back on the feral growl that threatened to burst from him. He gripped her tiny hips in his large hands and urged her to move faster. “That’s it,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Fuck…”

Hannah moaned even louder, her hands sliding up under his shirt to rake her nails across his chest. She felt a violent tremor run through his body and new that he was close to cumming.

“Hannah,” he growled. “Slow down.”

“No.”

She moved her hips in a maddening grind, moving faster and faster. She guided his hands to her breasts, shivering as he molded them roughly with his hands.

“Damon,” she panted, hardly able to hold herself up from the waves of pleasure that washed through her. “I’m- I’m going to cum!”

He groaned. “Yes, don’t stop.” His nails scratched across her nipples, his hips moving jerkily beneath hers. “Come for me/bella./”

He pressed his thumb to her clit and felt her spasm above him.

“Oh my Gods!” she shouted as she came, followed closely by a long string of obscenities that drew him violently over the edge with a shout of his own.

With her body feeling like Jell-o, she fell onto him, pressing them chest to breast. They were both panting and shaking slightly. Damon ran his hands soothingly up and down her back, eyes half-closed in exhaustion.

/Who ever knew sex could be this good/, she mused.

“We should do that more often,” she murmured. “That was amazing.”

“What can I say? I’m just talented like that.” He gave her a devilish smirk. Of which she smacked right off his face.

“I believe I was the talented one tonight,” she huffed.

He chuckled. “You might be right…”

“Hey, I’m always right. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Women; they always think they know everything.”

“Men; they always think with their dicks.”

“Hey, now, don’t go insulting Junior. If you bruise his ego, he might not be up to… performing for you again,” he warned.

“Well, I wouldn’t want that, now, would I?” She slid down his body and placed a kiss on his softened cock. “I’m sorry, Junior.” It twitched in response and began to rise to attention. “Hmm, it looks like he accepts my apology.”

She grinned at Damon and scooted back up. She leaned forward, lips parted slightly… and yawned. “Damn, I’m exhausted,” she said through another yawn, seemingly oblivious to his aroused state. “I think it’s time we got some sleep. ‘Night!”

She rolled off him, only to cuddle up to his side, one arm wrapped tightly around his waist and a leg entwined with his.

“Tease,” he growled.

She smiled against his chest. “Mama always said ‘Give ‘em enough to keep ‘em satisfied, but always short to keep them interested.’”

“I haven’t met your mother, but I have a feeling I wouldn’t like her.”

“Are you insulting my mother?!” Hannah’s head whipped up in mock-anger and she glared at him.

“No, of course not,” Damon admonished sarcastically. “I would never do such an idiotic thing. Shall we get some sleep, then?”

She shrugged and lay her head back down on his chest. It was almost sunrise, and she found she could barely keep her eyes open. “G’night, Damon,” she murmured softly as she drifted off, comforted by the feel of his arms embracing her.

Damon placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “/Buona notte, bella./” And then he too closed his eyes and slept.
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