captivated by you, baby
"you tell me you're in love with me / like you can't take your pretty eyes away from me,"
They're together, not together together, mind you, but they had both decided (coincidentally, at the same time at the exact same place on the very same day, the boarding house to be exact, and also, they were both very drunk because seriously, they're tired of the bullshit) that Mystic Falls was over.
There was nothing left for them. Stefan was still...still a ripper, but somehow, he'd managed to pull his head out of his uptight ass and was finally seeking help from Elena and Alaric. Damon was confident that Stefan would soon return to an annoying little twit with a bunny complex, but he was also certain that he would not be there to see it. He loves his brother, truly, but they have to spend more time apart than together or things tend to get messy. Like KatherineElena messy.
Caroline; sweet, perky, blonde, Tyler's ex-girlfriend, is sitting beside him when it comes to him. She's got a glass of some girly alcohol, and she's watching the fire in front of them with great interest. They've taken to sitting together every night, winding down in front of the fire. They never speak, and he finds that when she's not speaking, he actually enjoys her company. He mentions his idea to her, and it startles her because at this time they never speak unless it's, "pass the rum." so she quirks an eyebrow, and says something like, "Like, what? Leave Mystic Falls? Just when everything is getting back to normal?"
Damon remembers giving her a funny look, "Nothing around here is ever normal."
Needless to say, she's completely sold on the idea before he even finishes talking. Of course, he'd never intended for her to invite herself along, but once they were on the road, and she was quiet and in her element, he forgot why he hadn't wanted her to come in the first place.
"i'm cold as fire, baby, hot as ice / if you've ever been to heaven this is twice as nice,"
When it happens, it's a collision of ultimate power and vulnerability. Of course, she is the vulnerable, and he is the power. It's fire and ice, burning and cooling.
When they found that the temptation was too much. When he realized that she was striking, not small town. When she looked at him for the tiniest sliver of a second, with that same fire that was in his eyes when she was around, and the next thing he knows, he's waking up to a trashed hotel suite, clothes strung across the bedroom, furniture overturned, the chandelier still swinging, pillows torn apart, and her, Caroline, curled into his side as if she'd never belonged anywhere else.
It was strange, to have her head resting on his chest without preamble, without compulsion, without it being some kind of sick game. He'd always been attracted to her. Since that moment he'd laid eyes on her in the Grill. She was...something else. Something he couldn't describe.
She was no Elena Gilbert.
It's been six months to the day since they'd kissed Mystic Falls goodbye, and they're in California, walking along the beach. They don't spend too much time together, but she always demands that they go for a walk at least once a day together. She gets lonely, she says. But they're walking, and she bends down suddenly, picking up a baby turtle spinning in circles on the sand, looking for the ocean. She cups it in her palms, practically jumping with excitement. He watches her take it down to the water and gently release it, even taking a moment to wave goodbye. He can't help it, a smile creeps onto his face. She turns back around, still smiling wildly, and brushes a few strands of hair falling from her messy bun behind her ears. He's struck then, quite literally, with how prettyshe is. She walks back towards him, and without hesitation, jumps onto his back, shouting, "Onward, soldier!"
Hours later, when she's convinced him to go dancing with her and she's wearing a white summer dress that should be illegal it's so virginal, she gives him that look, and he's done for.
When they wake up from their impromptu hook-up, they agree to never bring it up again. "It was a one time thing," she giggles nervously. Damon can't put his finger on why pretending like it didn't happen feels wrong.
"mama, i'm in love with a criminal / and this type of love isn't rational,"
This wasn't supposed to happen to her.
She wasn't supposed to let herself likelovewant him again. But here she is, having dinner with him in cute little restaurants and cuddling on the couch watching a stupid romantic comedy that's not worth the money it made at the box office.
"It was a one time thing." she had said.
Right, a one time thing that happened sixteen times in four days.
"oops, i did it again / i played with your heart,"
In the middle of the night when she's sleeping, her clothes scattered on the floor, her hair fanning across his pillow, he picks up his duffel bag, and leaves. He's not trying to hurt her. He's not. At least, that's what he tells himself as he closes the door to their hotel room behind him. He's left her money—enough to ensure that she won't have to go back to Mystic Falls— and he's even paid for her to stay in Miami for the rest of the week.
It's not that he doesn't care at all, it's that he doesn't care enough. He'd never promised to stay with her or anything like that.
And Damon certainly wasn't scared, by any means. No. He wasn't. It wasn't because when she smiled, he almost wanted to cry she was so beautiful. It wasn't that when she laughed, she snorted and it was adorable. It wasn't that when she said his name, it was hardly above a whisper.
(Perhaps he was scared then, because honestly, he couldn't think of a single reason to leave her other than his stupid "leave everything I love" complex.)
When he's down the street, and he's done being a martyr, he drops the duffel bag, and flashes back to her. She's still asleep, even snoring a little. With the lightest of touches, he brushes the hair from her face, and kisses her tenderly.
Almost immediately, her hands wrap around the base of his neck and she drags him down against her, his fully clothed body covering her naked one. She's still kissing him, and he figures he should probably go get that duffel bag soon. He discreetly slips out later to get it, and she never learns that he was intending to leave.
"with a taste of your lips i'm on a ride / you're toxic and i'm slippin' under,"
It's a month later, when she's panting and clawing at his back, that she realizes she's royally screwed. His lips are on her neck, and it's fire and it's just one big mess because she's not supposed to feel this but because she's Caroline and she never does what she's supposed to do, she does feel...that way. His mouth is on her shoulder now, and he's not kissing her, exactly, more like caressing, and she lets out a soft moan because damn it, he knows just how she likes it. His hands wrap around the back of her thighs, and he rolls onto his back, taking her with him.
Their foreheads touch, and his breath mingles with hers, and once again, she's royally screwed.
"show me how you want it to be / tell me, baby, 'cause i need to know now,"
"What are we?" she asks one day.
His reply is, "What would you like to be?"
"when i'm not with you i lose my mind / give me a sign / hit me, baby, one more time,"
It's the "we can be whatever you want to be" that gets her.
"edges, i like 'em rough,"
It's Elena that sees it first.
They're visiting, and Damon and Caroline are stuck on a couch together across from the newly reformed Stefan and Elena herself.
With one look, she knows. She smirks the entire week they're there, and doesn't shut up about Damon's previous sexual endeavors. Caroline looks like she's about to stake someone and Elena's probably on top of the list. Then, Elena brings up the forbidden topic; the once bright flame that he held for her.
Caroline goes off, she throws things, she screams, she pitches a fit and finally, he tells her to shut the hell up because he loves her and then he kisses her.
There are catcalls and whistles, and Caroline would be blushing if she could. But it's finally out there, and it's the final stage.
He's increasingly satisfied with their unorthodox progress.