Katherine rested back against the bed, watching him contently as he dressed. A sly smile played upon her face as she looked upon the body that she had tainted. He caressed his cheek once last time when she leaned forward for a kiss, sitting up in bed slightly to return the kiss. She could feel the sheets slid off her body but she couldn’t find herself caring. If she had her way, she would have never let Damon leave. Even so, she knew that wasn’t an option. Damon needed to go. “Survive,” she commanded before nodding. “Don’t be long,” she added as she rested back against the pillow pulling the blanket over her. She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself a chance to breathe and reflect. She hoped the war wouldn’t last long. She missed Damon’s touch.
(okay so, i think we should start from this point [[skip to 0:46 in this video]] unless you’d like to take another route.. but if we start here, we can just do this scene and do another scene later that day when datherine have alone time eheheheh)
War had been an experience to remember. Men had died, men had lived. Damon had witnessed a lot as a soldier. He’d seen and learned a lot. Damon was gone for only two years; he’d returned sooner than other men, mainly because he’d found a way to sneak away from the battlefield and with a few strings pulled, he’d made his way back home. Damon was excited to return to his family, but more importantly, he was excited to see Katherine again.
After arriving back home, Damon decided to take a tour of the garden he’d grown up with, in front of the Salvatore home. He’d missed it. He hadn’t seen his brother or his father yet, and there was no sign of Katherine, but while he was sitting and just admiring the view, Damon heard a familiar laugh; Katherine’s. He heard shuffling of feet, and he quickly caught on to the fact that his brother was chasing Katherine in a game of tag. He watched as the beautiful brunette reached the statue that stood in their garden, and she flirtatiously asked Stefan what her prize was for winning. Before Stefan could answer, Damon intervened. “What would you like it to be?” He asked aloud, smirking as they looked in his direction.
Katherine knew she could have simply compelled Damon to stay but she also knew she had no need. Damon would stay willingly because he was Damon. He loved much differently than Stefan, something that she had noticed instantly. He loved completely, including each miserable and blissful aspect of the act. Stefan, on the other hand, loved righteously. He knew the lines and how to behave. She needed someone like Damon. She wanted to bathe in the ocean of pure love Damon held out for her instead of dip her puddle in the compelled love Stefan offered. She knew she was being unfair. Stefan did love her but she couldn’t concentrate on that—not when Damon was near and leaving so soon. She pressed her lips against his chest. “You shall go on,” she began, turning her gaze to meet his. “By focusing on the war. I want you back in one piece when you return,” she informed, reaching up and running her hand across his well defined features. “This will not be the last we see of one another and this will not be the last kiss we share,” she added as she leaned forward once more, lips parting within another kiss.
Damon looked down at Katherine, watching her kiss his chest as she spoke. He pursed his lips together slightly, listening to every word that passed from her lips. She told him to go on, and that she wanted him back in one piece when he came home. He smiled, licking his lips quickly as she told him that they would see each other again and they’d share more kisses; this wouldn’t be the last one. He returned the kiss when her lips met his, and after a few moments, even if it was difficult to resist, he pulled away and he lifted himself off of the bed. He stood by it, beginning to pull his uniform back on. He couldn’t look flustered, or flattered by any means, when he went down for the carriage. He watched himself in the mirror as he redressed, and after he was finished, he looked back over at Katherine, who looked absolutely astounding as she layed there, wrapped up in her own bed sheets. He walked over to her, leaning down as he kissed her one last time. “I’ll be back,” He assured her, smiling down at her. And after exiting the bedroom, he was off.
Katherine felt herself floating in a blissful place as the orgasm washed over her. The ecstasy felt beyond amazing. She continued to rock herself for his benefit, hearing him cum shortly after. She slumped back against the bed, relaxing upon the bed as the waves of pleasure slowly washed away. A lazy smile drawled onto her lips as she looked up at Damon, fingers running over the well carved face. He was the kind of beauty one only seen once a century and for that night, she was his. His fingers ran down his cheekbone, moving through his hair softly, running over the dark wisps. The kiss shared between them was much softer than their previous words but still send a smile on her face. His words brought a frown upon her lips however. “I know,” she answered, a sigh departing from her lips. “When there’s war, men are always far too eager to sign themselves up for death,” she responded, sighing once more. “Stay a moment longer,” she requested.
Damon’s kisses trailed along Katherine’s jaw lazily as she spoke, mentioning how men always seemed to sign up for battle. The corner of his mouth perked up in a small smile. She was right. When the Civil War started, many men signed up for battle. Many of Damon’s friends had, and even though Stefan and his father had been reluctant for Damon to sign up, he did it anyway. When Katherine requested for him to stay a moment longer, he pulled his lips from her jaw and brought his head back up, looking down at her. He knew the carriage would be here any moment, but how could he reject her? How could he leave her so soon? “Alright,” He said, leaning down and kissing her again. He pulled away a few moments later, licking his lips as he looked down at her again. “I don’t know how long I can go without seeing you,” He said. Now that they’d engaged in such an act, Damon knew his heart was with her and he’d be thinking about her the entire time he’d be away. He wanted her for himself and he hated the fact that he’d be leaving her alone with his brother for quite some time.
Katherine rocked over him, feeling the ecstasy of each move. It was a dance of lovers, one that Damon had excelled at. It was clear the instant he tore off the dress and laid her down onto her bed to take her selfishly just as she desired. With each passing moment, one thought stayed clear inside her mind. She needed more of him. She wanted to be impossibly close to Damon, to the point where they were one and she would not have to let him go. A yelp fell from her lips as she felt her being tossed onto her back, another moan breaking free from her pump lips. She welcomed him fully, fingers flawing over his skin as she took all that was Damon Salvatore in. It hadn’t taken her long after til she reached her peak, her body arching upwards and a loud moan releasing from her lips. If no one in the house had heard them before, they were surely going to hear that. Katherine couldn’t give a damn. She was floating in bliss.
Damon liked the way her hands moved over his body. They were incredibly close now, physically and emotionally. It wasn’t long until Katherine finally came, and Damon groaned against her neck as he felt her cum drench his cock. He continued to move, a few more thrusts pounding into her. Damon closed his eyes tightly, groaning loudly before he finally came inside her. His thrusts calmed and eventually came to a stop, and he panted heavilly from the climax. He brought his head up to look down at her, his eyes scanning her face. A small smile perked up at the corner of his mouth. There was no doubt in Damon’s mind that Katherine felt something for him. She had to, didn’t she? Especially if she was willing to seduce and sleep with him. Damon licked his lips, leaning down to kiss her softly. He pulled away just enough to speak. “I have to leave soon, Katherine.”
Katherine rocked her hips against Damon, moving faster with each passing moment. There was a heat between the two of them, one that threatened to become a full out inferno the closer she got to her peak. The sounds of heavy breathing and bodies clashing together milled in with the moans that filled the air. She threw her head back, nails digging into his skin. Her lips parted, her animistic side taking over. For an instant, her delicate and beautiful features flashed into the contorted vamparic marks. Her eyes opened, a moan escaping instead, her features returning to normal, the fangs retracting before they could submerge. She tossed her hair back, lips nibbling on Damon’s ears teasingly, lips reaching for his own in a quick kiss. It hadn’t lasted long however. Katherine couldn’t pull her attention towards the kiss. Her thoughts were lost in the ectasy of the moment. “Damon,” she moaned, his name tasting sweet on her tongue. “Harder,” she demanded.
When Katherine leaned down and nibbled on his ears before her lips met his in a kiss, Damon groaned against her lips, his hand on her lower back moving up to her neck as he kept her close. However, she pulled away and moaned his name, and his hand moved back down to her lower back. He loved the way she sounded when she moaned his name, and the sound made him grunt in need. She commanded him to fuck her harder, and he’d be damned before becoming hesitant to fullfill any of her requests. Damon layed her back down on the bed, her head making contact with the pillow again. He moved a hand to her thigh and forced her legs further apart, only to give him more space. Damon began to be more forceful with his thrusts, pounding his cock inside her as he kissed down her cleavage and back up the center of her throat.
Katherine felt herself being pulled up, the headboard pressed roughly against her back. She heard the thump as her skin clashed with the hard wood but felt nothing but pure ecstasy. She lifted her legs, wrapping them tightly around his waist. She rocked forward in her position, one hand flawing down Damon’s back while the other running through the dark locks. Her lips clashed with his own, lips parting wider within the kiss. “Fuck,” fell from her delicate lips, the vulgar word piercing the air as she tilted her head back, dark locks falling back and chest arching for him. Her gaze fell upon his own, eyes locking with the icy blue gaze. She knew those eyes far too well and they hadn’t beloved to her lover. It beloved to the one she wanted. It was taking everything within her not to let the fangs out into the free. The only think that could compare to an orgasm was the feeling of her teeth sinking into a man. She held back however, continuing to rock harder against him.
Damon’s hands moved from Katherine’s breasts, and one gripped her hip, like before, while the other moved to her back. His nails ran over her skin lightly, and he wrapped his arm around her lower back to keep her close to him. The heat from her body was radiating onto his, creating a strong heat between them. He pressed light kisses down her chest as he rocked her on his lap, guiding her hips on his. Katherine was so beautiful. Everything about her went without a single flaw and he was just.. drawn to her. He’d felt drawn to her since the moment he met her and he knew there was something she felt for him, even if she’d confessed her love for his brother. His tongue flicked out against her hot skin with every other kiss to her chest, and he thrusted into her harder, beginning to pant against her chest.
Katherine arched her back, neck falling farther into the pillow as she felt his lips teasing her skin in attempts to leave a mark upon her skin. Poor Damon. She almost pitied his attempts, knowing that her vampire healing would kick in too quickly, erasing the mark. Suddenly, her sympathy for Damon turned onto sympathy for herself. She wanted Damon’s mark upon her body. She wanted to be further tainted by the male and have it be a knowing factor for the remainder of her immortal years. She wanted both the Salvatore brothers embedded into her mind. Most of all, she never wanted this moment to end. A moan fell from her lips, loud and ringing. She hadn’t cared who heard. If Stefan entered in that instant, she wouldn’t have given a damn. She clawed on Damon’s skin, tearing through the skin. Lips sought his in a heated kiss. She was completely aroused for the man between her legs. Damon Salvatore was beyond his appearance and attitude. He was something godly.
He wanted more. Damon wanted more. He always was a little selfish when it came to love making, and in this case, it’d be no different. He continued to nip and suck at her warm skin, before she met him in a heated kiss. Damon returned it, his lips moving roughly against hers, and he brought them up into a sitting position. Now, his cock was able to get even deeper inside her, only making Damon more aroused. He guided her on top of him, his lips moving from her neck and across her shoulder, before his lips ventured back down towards her chest. One of his hands moved up to one of her breasts, massaging it in his hand as his thumb and forefinger moved to twist her nipple. His other hand remained on her hip, before reaching up with his lips and capturing her bottom lip between his teeth as he tugged on it.
Katherine freed her hands from his clutched, one hand running through the soft head of hair, clutching onto it as she felt his lips drift from her collarbone down to her neck. Her other hand traveled across his bare back, nails running over the skin. Each time he kissed her, it felt like thunder running through her veins, pumping her unbeating heart with electricity rather than blood. Damon had that effect on people. He always made them feel more alive than they truly were. It was perhaps one of the things that had lured her towards the brother that she shouldn’t have wanted. After all, she had sweet Stefan eating out of the palm of her hand. Stefan, as good and noble as he was, wasn’t enough to satisfy the her hazardous appetite. She needed Damon as much as Damon needed her. “I hope you didn’t expect me to make the first move, Mr. Salvatore,” Katherine began, her head tilting back, and lips parted open. “I am a lady after all,” she added, a moan leaving her lips shortly after.
As Katherine freed her hands from his, Damon moved one of his hands to her hips to help with his thrusts, and his other hand remained in a grip on the bedsheets. He groaned as her nails ran across his back, sucking on the skin of hers he had between his lips, hoping to make a mark. Logically, Damon knew it would leave a mark and Stefan would see it, but sexually, Damon wanted to leave his mark on her before he left for war. He wanted to mark her as his own, no matter what Stefan thought. He smirked against her skin, his kisses traveling up the center of her neck as she leaned her head back. He brought his head up, looking down at her. He sped up his thrusts and thrusted harder, biting his bottom lip briefly before releasing it in a groan. “My apologies.. Miss. Katherine,” He breathed, his nails digging into her hip.
She ran her fingers around his neck, running through the dark hair. “You forget Mr. Salvatore,” she began, keeping her gaze locked with his own. “I’m also not the patient type,” she quipped, her other hand skimming down his torso, feeling his perfectly sculpted abs. If someone had told her that Damon Salvatore was a Greek God in his past life, she would have believed it within that instant. She parted her lips again, expecting another coax but finding a moan instead. Her legs wrapped around his hips, tightening its grip around him as he moved within her. “Damon,” fell from her lips, her hands pinned down against the bed. He felt amazing. It was a wonder how she had kept herself away for as long as she had. Another cry sounded from her lips, louder than the one before. She reached her head back, lips seeking the comfort of his own for another kiss.
Damon chuckled lightly, licking his lips. “But you must’ve been oh so patient to wait this long for me,” He said, a small smirk residing on his face. However, it began to fade as he picked up his thrusts, panting lightly with each one. Her moans and cries were incredibly arousing. Had he made her feel so good already? The way she moaned his name could’ve easily sent him over the edge, but since he didn’t know when, or if, he’d be coming back, he wanted to make this last. Damon felt her legs wrap around his waist and he bucked his hips closer towards her, kissing her back passionately as her lips met his. He picked up the pace behind his thrusts, groaning against her lips before pulling away as his lips trailed along her jaw and down her soft, warm neck. He pressed soft kisses there, before his kisses ran across her collarbone.
Katherine felt the cool mattress against her bare skin, her back pressed against the cotton and her hair spread wildly over the pillow, loose curls coming undone with the shift move. She could feel his lips press against her body, causing a hunger to awaken inside of her, one that had nothing to do with being a vampire but rather a girl. She let her hands run through Damon’s dark hair, feeling it slip through her fingers as he continued to kiss her body. There was a certain pleasure in knowing that you were doing something that you had no business in doing. This was one of those cases that was only amplified with the knowledge that this was Damon Salvatore. He possessed charming good looks that could have swayed any girl into his bed. Yet, here he was, sharing what quite possibly could have been his last days, with Katherine Pierce, fully naked with their bodies pressed against each other. As if his lips weren’t enough, that thought had one it plenty for her. She spread her legs for him, welcoming him forward. Her lips meet his in a fiery kiss. “Just take me,” she pleaded, swatting away any attempt for him to reach for some sort of protection.
Damon’s lips moved against Katherine’s passionately and harshly once their lips met, one of his hands moving to her soft cheek as he deepened the kiss. She told him to just go on and take her, breaking the kiss between them. Damon’s lips were barely brushing against Katherine’s when he licked his lips, and the corner of his mouth rose in a small smirk. “You never seemed like the type to beg, Miss. Katherine,” Damon said down to her, his hands moving to her thighs. He spread her legs further apart, adjusting his hard cock before pushing it inside her. His eyelids hovered over his eyes a bit at the action, exhaling a breath. “Fuck,” He murmured. He’d picture having sexual relations with the woman, but he never thought it’d be this.. good. One of his hands moved to one of hers, pinning it by her head as he intertwined their fingers together. His other hand moved to the bedsheets beneath them, gripping them lightly as he began to slowly thrust his cock in and out of her, making sure each one was nice and deep.