Fic: Get Mine, Get Yours
A/N: This popped into my head and it wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it down. Reviews are appreciated, they help me!
A/N 2: Again, this is the fault of youcallitwinter. I got my head into Damon/Caroline because she wanted Damon/Caroline fic, and now they're just coming. The ideas are just rolling in.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.
They had an understanding. They didn’t love each other, but were there for each other. They started out as friends, even after everything that he did to her. Damon would never forget some of their conversations that they had.
“I’m sorry for what I did to you,” Damon said to her one day out of the blue. Caroline just stared at him, having a hard time believing that he would even apologize.
“Is the great Damon Salvatore actually apologizing for something?” Caroline answered sarcastically, but her eyes softened when she saw that he was serious.
“I’ve changed since then, Caroline,” he said seriously, “and I really am sorry for what I did to you.”
She surprised them both by leaning over and kissing him. This kiss wasn’t like the other ones they had shared - it was hungry and full of need. It was almost like she needed him - then and there. He tilted her head to get better access and slid his tongue in her mouth, savoring the taste of her. Sure, he had been with Caroline before, but somehow this was different.
She laid back on the couch and he hovered over her, never breaking the kiss. He kissed her hungrily, and what surprised him the most was the fact that she kissed him back even harder. He almost broke the kiss to ask her what the hell she was thinking, but then decided against it. He was just going to go with it.
He broke the kiss to remove her t-shirt and bra and sat there and looked at her bare top. God, she was beautiful. He realized he must’ve been staring because after a moment, Caroline said, “Is something wrong?”
“God, no,” was his reply and he kissed his way down her body, taking time to pay special attention to her breasts. He got to the button on her jeans and flicked it open, removing her jeans and her panties. There she was, lying naked beneath him.
“This isn’t fair,” she pouted. He looked at her quizzically.
“You’re still dressed. We need to do something about that,” she explained and Damon grinned at her.
He rid himself of his t-shirt, jeans and boxers and kissed her again, deeply, as he entered her. He groaned at the sensation; she felt so hot, wet and tight, and he knew that it was just for him. The thought made him harder than he thought possible.
He started sliding in and out, slow at first until he heard her mutter, “No. Go faster.” So he did. He went hard and fast, until she was panting his name like a prayer. He knew she was close.
A few moments later, she came and she came hard. She screamed as she came, not caring that anybody could probably hear her. All that mattered at this moment was what Damon made her feel.
-x-
They had a thing. Every so often, usually a few times a week, they would get together and it would happen. They had casual sex, more of a friends with benefits type of thing. It went on for weeks before Damon even got the courage to talk to Caroline about it.
“What are we doing here, Caroline?” he asked her one night, watching her carefully. He saw her features soften.
“It’s called sex, Damon. I figured a vampire who’d been around for 150 odd years would recognize sex when it was in front of him.”
“Yeah, I know that,” Damon said impatiently. “I mean, what does it mean?”
“It’s nothing, Damon. Just fucking.”
Damon made a face before turning his gaze to the floor. He wasn’t sure what to say to that.
“So why do it with me?”
Caroline cocked her head to the side, “You’re kidding me, right? Do you have an issue with casual sex?”
“Hell no,” he said, almost too quickly. It was true, he had no problem with casual sex, he had to do something with his time. Besides, he was going to live forever, and wanted some fun. But sex with Caroline was different somehow.
“Then I don’t know what the problem is,” Caroline said, almost too nonchalantly. She got up out of his bed and proceeded to put on her jeans. “It’s fun, Damon, but that’s all it is.”
After Caroline got dressed and left, he lay in bed, lost in thought. Since when did Damon get attached to anybody? He shook his head and tried to get the thought out.
-x-
Their thing went on for months. She’d come over late at night, and the thoughts, the worries would just disappear as they did their thing. Every single time, Damon would just get lost in the sensation of it. He loved the way she felt, the way she smelled , the way she touched him…she seemed to know just what buttons to push. She knew exactly how to get him off - and she was almost too good at it.
He was in the shower. Damon did his best thinking in the shower - something about the hot water running over his body just made him think of…well, of everything. Every issue he had, he thought about it in the shower.
He didn’t hear her come in but was surprised by her small hands wrapping around his stomach. He groaned; he did not want this right now.
He turned to face her, but before he could say anything, she captured his lips in a kiss. The kiss was soft and sensual, but soon became rough and passionate. He felt like he was taking a bite of forbidden fruit; it was so sinfully delicious. He wanted to turn her away, but he just couldn’t.
He gave in, once again, and pushed her up against the shower wall. He couldn’t believe what she did to him; nobody ever made him feel the way that she did. As he lifted her up and slid into her, he groaned. How did she do this to him? He had never been this crazy about anyone before. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust in and out of her, and the thought passed through his head that maybe he was crazy for letting her get to him this way.
They came together, and he mentally slapped himself. He let her get to him again. He was pretty sure that she could ask him to do absolutely anything at that moment, and he would. That’s when it dawned on him.
He loved her. He was in love with her. Fuck.
A/N 2: Again, this is the fault of youcallitwinter. I got my head into Damon/Caroline because she wanted Damon/Caroline fic, and now they're just coming. The ideas are just rolling in.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.
They had an understanding. They didn’t love each other, but were there for each other. They started out as friends, even after everything that he did to her. Damon would never forget some of their conversations that they had.
“I’m sorry for what I did to you,” Damon said to her one day out of the blue. Caroline just stared at him, having a hard time believing that he would even apologize.
“Is the great Damon Salvatore actually apologizing for something?” Caroline answered sarcastically, but her eyes softened when she saw that he was serious.
“I’ve changed since then, Caroline,” he said seriously, “and I really am sorry for what I did to you.”
She surprised them both by leaning over and kissing him. This kiss wasn’t like the other ones they had shared - it was hungry and full of need. It was almost like she needed him - then and there. He tilted her head to get better access and slid his tongue in her mouth, savoring the taste of her. Sure, he had been with Caroline before, but somehow this was different.
She laid back on the couch and he hovered over her, never breaking the kiss. He kissed her hungrily, and what surprised him the most was the fact that she kissed him back even harder. He almost broke the kiss to ask her what the hell she was thinking, but then decided against it. He was just going to go with it.
He broke the kiss to remove her t-shirt and bra and sat there and looked at her bare top. God, she was beautiful. He realized he must’ve been staring because after a moment, Caroline said, “Is something wrong?”
“God, no,” was his reply and he kissed his way down her body, taking time to pay special attention to her breasts. He got to the button on her jeans and flicked it open, removing her jeans and her panties. There she was, lying naked beneath him.
“This isn’t fair,” she pouted. He looked at her quizzically.
“You’re still dressed. We need to do something about that,” she explained and Damon grinned at her.
He rid himself of his t-shirt, jeans and boxers and kissed her again, deeply, as he entered her. He groaned at the sensation; she felt so hot, wet and tight, and he knew that it was just for him. The thought made him harder than he thought possible.
He started sliding in and out, slow at first until he heard her mutter, “No. Go faster.” So he did. He went hard and fast, until she was panting his name like a prayer. He knew she was close.
A few moments later, she came and she came hard. She screamed as she came, not caring that anybody could probably hear her. All that mattered at this moment was what Damon made her feel.
-x-
They had a thing. Every so often, usually a few times a week, they would get together and it would happen. They had casual sex, more of a friends with benefits type of thing. It went on for weeks before Damon even got the courage to talk to Caroline about it.
“What are we doing here, Caroline?” he asked her one night, watching her carefully. He saw her features soften.
“It’s called sex, Damon. I figured a vampire who’d been around for 150 odd years would recognize sex when it was in front of him.”
“Yeah, I know that,” Damon said impatiently. “I mean, what does it mean?”
“It’s nothing, Damon. Just fucking.”
Damon made a face before turning his gaze to the floor. He wasn’t sure what to say to that.
“So why do it with me?”
Caroline cocked her head to the side, “You’re kidding me, right? Do you have an issue with casual sex?”
“Hell no,” he said, almost too quickly. It was true, he had no problem with casual sex, he had to do something with his time. Besides, he was going to live forever, and wanted some fun. But sex with Caroline was different somehow.
“Then I don’t know what the problem is,” Caroline said, almost too nonchalantly. She got up out of his bed and proceeded to put on her jeans. “It’s fun, Damon, but that’s all it is.”
After Caroline got dressed and left, he lay in bed, lost in thought. Since when did Damon get attached to anybody? He shook his head and tried to get the thought out.
-x-
Their thing went on for months. She’d come over late at night, and the thoughts, the worries would just disappear as they did their thing. Every single time, Damon would just get lost in the sensation of it. He loved the way she felt, the way she smelled , the way she touched him…she seemed to know just what buttons to push. She knew exactly how to get him off - and she was almost too good at it.
He was in the shower. Damon did his best thinking in the shower - something about the hot water running over his body just made him think of…well, of everything. Every issue he had, he thought about it in the shower.
He didn’t hear her come in but was surprised by her small hands wrapping around his stomach. He groaned; he did not want this right now.
He turned to face her, but before he could say anything, she captured his lips in a kiss. The kiss was soft and sensual, but soon became rough and passionate. He felt like he was taking a bite of forbidden fruit; it was so sinfully delicious. He wanted to turn her away, but he just couldn’t.
He gave in, once again, and pushed her up against the shower wall. He couldn’t believe what she did to him; nobody ever made him feel the way that she did. As he lifted her up and slid into her, he groaned. How did she do this to him? He had never been this crazy about anyone before. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust in and out of her, and the thought passed through his head that maybe he was crazy for letting her get to him this way.
They came together, and he mentally slapped himself. He let her get to him again. He was pretty sure that she could ask him to do absolutely anything at that moment, and he would. That’s when it dawned on him.
He loved her. He was in love with her. Fuck.