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White Sheets	By : davvylove Category: S through Z > Vampire Diaries Views: 2808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries, nor the characters from it. I do own Olivia Artemes, who is an OC created from my own resources. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-White Sheets
- 1
White. It had all started with white.
More specifically, his white sheets. The crisp, clean cotton that felt as soft as - cliche I know - rabbits fur. I loved his sheets. The view from that bed was breathtaking, despite how some would call his room boring. It was simple, elegant. It had a masculine and feminine feel to it that made me feel even more comfortable as I stared up from those sheets. Their smell...god, his scent. It was even more breathtaking than the bedroom and left me yearning for more even after he'd gone and his scent still lingered. While I couldn't completely put my finger on it, I'd been around him enough to know that he didn't use strong colognes or perfumes, but his shampoo and body wash with his own personal scent was enough to distract a girl for days. It was no wonder that he had so many women, young and old alike, pining over him. Jealous? Possibly...my temperament showed little of it however. When you live as long as I do, it's hard to tie anyone down. Centuries I'd spent with lovers abundant, each one dead or aged significantly by the time I came back. It was painful, yes, and something that tore me up inside constantly, but it wasn't by my own choice that I left and returned in such time. I'd loved each of them with all of my being, just as I was now, and yet...well. You know how he is. Dark, brooding, can't show any of his real feelings or say them for that matter. Hah. But...I love him none the less. Despite him using me as a blood bank. Despite knowing what I do.
I love him.
And those sheets.
I could stay wrapped in them for days, you know? Naked, just enjoying the peace and calm of the surroundings - as amazing as that sounds. I always wondered how April had overlooked them...though, then again, it is him we're talking about so I guess it shouldn't surprise me. Everything about him when it comes to that…it's amazing. It's more than amazing. Spectacular. I don't think anyone has rivaled in my time on this earth. Tender and gentle when needed, and...well, you can guess the rest. I'd lost count days ago at how many times blood had stained those sheets. The dark red standing out daringly to tell the story of the nights - and sometimes days - events. Oh no, there was no need to complain, except maybe perhaps about the soreness that dissipated more and more each day. A lingering reminder that I hoped - no, prayed - would never go away. Truth be told, I was scared. I was scared of him leaving suddenly. So many girls used, abused and left behind in the past; you would think I would have thought of that sooner. In my defense though, I didn't have much of a choice right away.
Being born in Mystic Falls was possibly the best - and worst - thing that could have possibly happened to me in my lifetime.
"Damon?" The evening had started off just as any other: with feeding time. To this day, I could not tell you why I was doing what I did. Why I let him feed off of me like a blood bank. Perhaps it was...well. That little four letter word was best left unspoken at the time. I was keenly aware of the surroundings at the time; the scented bar soaps from his bathroom wafting in to where I sat on his bed, watching as he mulled over some new lead on his brother. Stefan...April had gone after him. And with as much as I hated the girl, I felt an inexplicable amount of regret for not being able to stop her. I had tried. And maybe that's what counts. But I still felt like a failure when it came to saving her, knowing full well the extent of Klaus's damage. It wasn't the first time that I'd dealt with Klaus. Certainly not the last either, if Damon had any say about it. Those cold, emotionless eyes turned in my direction, after he'd set whatever he was looking at back in his closet of maps and leads. What he wouldn't do for his brother...when it came down to it, Damon really was the gentler of the two, his humanity lingering in wake of his brother's mistakes. I felt regret for that as well; wanting to take away the pain. A typical trait of mine...bleeding heart, you know.
"Another massacre." Those words uttered from perfect lips, as he stood there starting at me. My heart sank in my chest as the silence grew stale between us. "I'm sorry..." I couldn't help myself as I curled into a ball, knees at my chest and chin resting on them as my gaze fell to the sheets and comforter below me. "I don't know what to say to anyone anymore. Especially Phoenix. She blames me…and to be bluntly honest, I don't blame her for that..."
"But it wasn't your fault..." I'd seen many facets to Damon's personality, and the guilty one always shocked me. And after centuries of feeling human emotions, it was amazing that I felt anything at all anymore. Years of being reborn will do that to you. I brought my gaze back up as he flopped down on the edge of his bed, large hands tangling in that raven colored hair that I knew all too well. "We'll find them." A promise, more than a statement, I crawled my way to him, kneeling at his back and wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. Any other time, he probably would have - and should have - thrown me off. Just taken what he needed and disappeared to leave me to the healing process. But he didn't. I smiled to myself as I felt a cool hand bring mine up to his mouth - a stark contrast to his hand - the warmth radiating up through my arm and to the rest of my body as he kissed it. No other words about Stefan or April came from him as he pulled me around to face him.
Normally, I'd expect him to push my head to the side lazily, and take what he wanted. Gentle or not. The pain switch didn't just work with vampires - but with all or most supernatural creatures - myself included. Though, it wasn’t like I would have used it anyways with Damon. Balancing myself on the edge of the bed, I tilted my chin up and to the side ever so slightly, knowing the routine like a dance; except, he didn't bite. Before I could comprehend what was happening, I felt his hands on both sides of my face, pulling me closer until his lips brushed lightly across my own. My eyes grew wide with shock as he remained stationary in front of me, those crystalline blues holding me captive without ever once compelling me. “Olivia,” he began again, that deep, honey-like voice causing my heart to melt almost instantaneously. Before he got the chance to talk though, my lips were back against his, crushing, bruising; knowing full well that by tomorrow they wouldn’t be the only thing thoroughly worked over.
I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew that I wanted him. That, I’m afraid to say, was my own humanity.
Oh the irony; Damon had once asked Stefan if he’d been eating bunnies…and now to think, that question could verily be turned upon him, and just how would he respond? Just how could he respond? ‘Yes.’ ‘You’re out of your mind!’ A few plausible answers came to mind as we remained locked together, satisfying a long curbed hunger that I dare say would be the death of me.
My hands had long since entwined in the soft hairs at the nape of his neck, twisting ever so gently as his hands moved from my face to explore the outer boundaries of the pajamas that I’d adorned earlier in the evening. It was then that Damon pulled away, eliciting a small gasp from my throat as I stared after, wondering if I’d done something wrong. “Don’t…” I choked on my words, recognizing a familiar deviousness to his features as he looked me over. All of a sudden I couldn’t help but feel like a dinner for one, the way that those eyes burned over every curve, every piece of exposed skin. My cheeks burned with an unfamiliar feeling; it was a rare occurrence for me to blush, but sure enough, the red tint to my usually fair complexion vouched for that. Once again, I felt those familiar hands on me, only this time, they were tugging the loose, white cotton t-shirt from around my hips and up over my head. I didn’t fight him…goddess knew that I would have never fought him when it came to something like this. Half way exposed, the red tinge from my cheeks had quite obviously trailed down my neck and to my chest, both of his hands trailing down my jaw line and faintly tracing my collar bone as he grinned at me. He grinned.
“W-what is it?” I stuttered in embarrassment, my hands immediately moving to cover myself; had he not caught my wrists mid-air and pulled me close enough to smell the faintest trace of alcohol on his breath. Nothing unusual there. I’d seen the glass of bourbon sitting on his desk when I’d entered. “I wouldn’t try that again,” Damon’s breath was warm on my ear as he leaned in, his mouth molten lava as it trailed barely chaste kisses and small bites down my neck, and to just below my collar bone where he decided to leave a purplish-blue mark; as if he hadn’t marked me as his own already. While the bite marks always healed after feeding, there was always the lingering feeling that he was there…like he was now. And I couldn’t move to save my life, my arms raised and pinned above me as I was pushed back against those soft, white sheets of his bed. “Livvy,” he muttered from the crook of my neck, his free hand working to undo the clasp to the only article of clothing left on my upper body: my bra. Once that was gone - tossed to join my shirt on the endless expanse of his spotless bedroom floor – there was nothing stopping him from eagerly taking up an already hardened peak, his tongue teasing and taunting while his free hand worked the other side, a knee working its way easily between the legs that I made a feeble attempt to keep shut.
I struggled to keep my composure underneath him. Lord knows I tried. And I probably looked like a fool doing so, seeing as he laughed, or possibly growled at me while I attempted to keep him from going elsewhere. The whole time, my eyes had been closed, and I had managed not to gasp; until I felt a sharp fang graze the side of one of my nipples. Contorting my head to an angle where I could see just what was going on; I gasped and watched a bead of my blood well up on the erect, rosy tip, taking a moment to take in just what he’d done before I finally looked up to that face. Most would have feared it, the whites of his eyes were blood red, a stunning contrast to the icy blue if his iris; I managed to get one of my hands loose as he stared hungrily, as if in a trance, and reached up to gently trace the thick, engorged veins on the outer rims if his eyes. It must have been a struggle, for him to not bite me right then and there, as Damon groaned and his eyes slid shut, his face turning towards my wrist and kissing the bright blue vein that lay there. He released my other wrist – thankfully – for the time being, and I couldn’t help but sit up far enough to cradle his face in my hands. We both knew what not only he, but possibly I, wanted…
Placing a soft kiss across his lips, I trailed down his jaw, my hands moving to work off the button down shirt he’d been wearing all day. I reached the bottom one quickly, but not quickly enough apparently; Damon eagerly crushed his lips back against mine, tearing the last button off and practically ripping his shirt off to join the rest of the clothing. I moaned audibly this time as he pushed me back to the bed, only this time he left my hands to wander free and explore as he broke the kiss, and travelled with haste downward to the small cut he’d made earlier, taking no time at all to lap at the dark blood that had trailed down my breast. Burying a fist in his hair, I could help but arch my back ever so slightly. Sure, it stung a little; but the pleasure that coursed through my body and caused the small fire in the pit of my stomach to roar to life was more intense, the feeling sending shivers down my spine as he finally pulled away. I was forced to release my grip on his hair, as those eyes were back on me again, trailing my thoroughly ravaged skin as he licked the remaining blood from his lips and ran his hands down my torso, and finally to my hips. Leaning down, Damon whispered huskily as he placed both of my hands on those white sheets underneath us, “Keep them there…Don’t move them…” I opened my mouth to voice my opinion briskly, but was stopped as he raised one of my legs over his shoulder, hot kisses trailing down the inside of it until he reached what remained of my pajamas.
Those definitely wouldn’t be wearable again; I couldn’t help the frown that overtook my features as he ripped the delicate fabric at its sides, and tossed it over the edge of the bed. And he laughed. That deep, booming voice chuckled at me, his eyes teasing as his mouth trailed over the artery that lay easily accessible on the inside of my thigh. “You didn’t have to do that, you kn-“ I found myself choking on my words once again as one of his fingers tentatively touched in a sensitive place, as if testing the water before diving in. I bit my lip at that point, hard enough to apparently draw blood, the metallic tasting fluid dampening my mouth, dry from breathing almost too heavily it seemed. Within seconds, Damon was at the wound, his tongue barely tracing the curvature of my bottom lip before he kissed me once again, tenderly, slowly. Moaning against him, I found that his spare hand was still down there; his touches slowly becoming less tentative, and more aggressive as I bucked against him, egging him on; imploring him to go further.
My knuckles were almost as white as the sheets, tangled in their depths as Damon moved ever so slightly to undo his jeans; a bit of a struggle against his already erect member, but none the less, he managed. It was shocking for me, to say the least; his full length easily popping free once he’d rid himself of the jeans and his undergarments. The look on my face must have been one of shock because once again he laughed at me, that charming, dazzling smile – or quite possibly mischievous grin – staring back at me as I lay fully exposed to the warm air in the Salvatore boarding house; and to him. I wanted to tell him to be gentle; however I knew that even if I did, it wasn’t in his nature to do so. At least, not that I’d seen so far. It had probably taken a great amount of restraint and concentration to do what he’d done already. As with my past lives though, I unfortunately still held onto that one little thing that most men frowned upon when they learned about it. I hadn’t slept with anyone…I was untouched…I was a virgin.
He seemed already aware of that fact however. It probably wasn’t hard, considering my naivety at the act. Damon had bared with me though, despite that little nagging fact in the back of my brain; and yet, he continued. Arching my back ever so slightly, I felt him probing – testing the even deeper waters – a finger playing softly over an untouched spot, threatening to break through and delve inside. My awareness feigned for just one moment, and in that moment, he took it upon himself to roughly press his lips against mine. I knew why after he’d done it; a sharp pain shot up through me as his finger broke through what virginity I’d kept for all of these years. I could tell you that I didn’t cry out, but that would be a lie. It hurt. There was no denying that. We sat still for a moment, a smaller, feebler cry escaping through my lips as he gently pulled away, his lips moving to kiss away the tears that had welled up in the corners of my eyes. And finally, just once the pain had subsided enough that my muscles could relax, I felt that finger move – mimicking the act to come - slowly. Followed by a second that caused me to wince in desirable pain and pleasure.
I was able to open my eyes at some point in time, my grip on the sheets below us never waning as I noticed his eyes still the color of blood. It was then that I realized that there was blood on his fingers, as well as the sheets below us…I blushed furiously as I realized that it had been mine. Damon didn’t seem to mind though, absentmindedly taking his already hard cock in one hand as the other held my hips firmly in place. I prepared myself for the worse. It definitely stung more than the first time, as I felt the head of his member work its way inside of me. Beads of sweat were visible on his taut abdomen as he did this at a painstakingly slow pace; I would imagine so that he wouldn’t cause me even greater discomfort, especially after I realized that warm tears were streaking down the sides of my face and into the golden blonde hair that fanned out behind me.
“Olivia…Livvy…Look at me…” I opened my eyes once again to find his face in front of mine, the hand not holding him up ran delicately through my hair and against my cheek as he spoke sweetly; a rare occurrence when it came to Damon, I knew. It was then that I moved ever so slightly against him, and realized that he was completely sheathed within me, his weight lying gently across my body as he trailed this time chaste kisses down my jaw line, and finally stopped at my lips to nibble at the bottom one. He didn’t wait for me to oblige, not that I wouldn’t have anyways, but the feeling of him moving; thrusting, in and out, gently at first and then falling into a more rapid pace as we both grew accustom to the new surroundings was heaven in a literal sense. Disobeying him, I couldn’t help as my hands reached up to tangle in his hair, finding anchorage as if I’d die if I wasn’t holding him. And maybe, just maybe, I would…
As I did this, Damon moved to my neck once again, placing a kiss in exactly the spot that he pierced with those sharp fangs not a moment later. Bucking against him, he groaned as my blood flowed freely into his body, the natural high only enhancing what was going on as he sped his thrusting against me. As if that wasn’t enough, I could feel myself reaching that apex of pleasure, my hands moving down to his back and leaving bright red welts as I cried out against the crook of his neck. “Oh god, Damon, don’t stop! Please!” My hips locked against his legs, my back arching ever so slightly as a throbbing pleasure coursed through my entire being and around his member that was still desperately thrusting, milking the moment for everything that it was. I was coming down from the high, thoroughly satiated, when strong arms lifted me to an upright position against him. Despite my legs feeling like jell-o from my own climax, I managed to find it within myself to hold tight, helping him to continue the pattern as he lifted and dropped me onto his still rock hard erection. Our bodies were slick with perspiration as I kissed his forehead, his mouth moving from its spot at my neck where two evenly spaced pricks colored vastly different against even my pink flushed skin; this, really was heaven. It had been something that I’d only really dreamed about, and even then, I hadn’t thought that he’d oblige so suddenly.
Damon’s cry underneath me, and the vivid throbbing of his own sex, alerted my trailing mind to the fact that he’d reached his own peak; a sudden warmth and wetness that hadn’t been there causing a shudder to run the length of my spine as he took one final thrust to bury himself completely inside of me. Damon buried his face into the crook of my neck and his nails created crescent shaped markings in the pale skin along my thighs as he breathed heavily against my shoulder, arms trembling as if he were a mere mortal who had just run a marathon.
It was quiet once again as we just sat, basking in the afterglow of what had just happened. From my position, I noted that the sheets had tangled around his legs; and then, I saw the blood. The dark stains from my neck, breast and nether-regions stood out like a sore thumb as to what had gone on. Not to mention, the red stains on both of our flushed skin. “We should…probably clean up…your sheets…” I pointed out lazily, closing my tired eyes as I spoke against his forehead, cradling his head against my chest. Damon laughed at me once again. That menacing, tease of a deep voice grumbled from his resting place. “After what just happened, all you care about is the sheets?” Rolling my eyes, I kissed his forehead, not wanting to ever move from the position…and not because I knew that my legs wouldn’t hold my weight, or because I knew that I would be sore.
I loved him.
I love him.
I will always love him.
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