Oh god, what have I done [CW]

“Alright,” he said and pulled away from her, so she could undress herself. Before she even did that, she asked if he could take a bath. He pulled a gentle smile. “Of course,” he said calmly. Her reason was enough for him, because he knew what she could smell, Julianne. It had already been a part of his plan even before he had seen that Danica was at his place. He himself took off his shirt and put it in the laundry basket he had. Then he took off his belt and put it on the dresser like he usually did. While he did this, he kept an eye on Danica, to make sure she was in great enough of a condition to do things herself. He didn’t want her to trip or anything like that. As soon as she had gotten very undressed, she got under the covers and turned herself towards the wall. “I’ll be right back,” he said before he left the room.

He went to Elena’s room and knocked at it. He didn’t open. “Hey, I just wondered if you might want to make some breakfast in the morning for all four of us. She’s call Danica, by the way… Goodnight,” he said softly towards the door, but loud enough for her to hear on the other side of the door. He then went to the bathroom where he took off his pants and bathed.

He crawled back into bed, having removed all scent of Julianne and only smelled of the bodyshower he usually used. He laid on his side and looked towards her as he allowed himself to wrap an arm around her. “Just tell me when,” he said softly and closed his eyes

She was silent for a short moment, before she spoke, and he opened his eyes again. He listened to her and could almost hear how she felt sad and broken. She questioned why he hadn’t killed her and wondered why he had done what he did when he already had someone else. The fact was just that he didn’t have anyone when he had met Danica. Julianne had just come back into his life a few days after their meeting. He didn’t say a thing while she spoke, because he could feel that she might have more she wanted to spill. She believed that a mate would be someone who was meant for her. Diego didn’t really know what to believe about that, but he believed that no one was meant or made for anyone. She wished for a normal life, but he didn’t really know why she wished for that. He didn’t know enough about her past to know how life had been for her. To him, a normal life didn’t really contain preforming at the Lady Claritin nor being tortured, kick and whatever which had happened to her this day.
He could feel how she tried to contain her sobs and he bobbed up onto his elbow to look at her. So, why didn’t you just kill me that night? He pushed her shoulder gently, so she laid on her back and he was somewhat on top of her. “Danica… I don’t kill people who deserve to live,” he said looking at her seriously. The hunter he had killed didn’t deserve to live, because he clearly took more lives than should’ve been allowed. “I don’t just kill,” he did his best to convince her. Why did she think that he wanted to kill anyone? Yes, he hated hunters, witches, demons and vampires, but it didn’t mean that he wanted to kill them… Okay maybe it did, but he didn’t kill the students even though they could be some real brats. “I know you don’t really trust me when I say that I’m not going to leave you or that I’m not going to throw you out in the morning, but I really want you to believe me. I am doing my best giving you a chance in my life.” he breathed out. His eyes didn’t travel anywhere but her face. He leaned his weight onto one arm, so he could dry her tears away with the other, very slowly, “You haven’t poisoned my life. You’ve given it nourishment to develop,” he said before he removed his hand.

He chuckled once as she asked how she had given him nourishment. “Well, being my age, I really shouldn’t have any grudge against witches. But as you know, I got some,” he took a slightly deeper breath in, and hoped that she didn’t get mad about him talking about his hated to witches, “But you… You have planted a seed, that tells me that there might be something else than just hatred,” he felt like it was quite unspecific what that something else could be, “Because I don’t hate you, even though I wanted to when I first saw you,” he tried to explain “I can’t hate you,” he elaborated.

Her hand found it’s way to his lips and glided across them. He chose to grab her wrist, so she wasn’t able to continue to caress his lips. It was teasing him and telling him that she wanted him to kiss her – or maybe even more than that. “Do you really want that?” he asked and continued to hold her wrist in his hand. He wanted her to think clearly and not just act on whatever the bond told her to do, even though he wasn’t sure she could differentiate between her own will and the bond.

He sighed as she told him that she didn’t know what she wanted, because for some reason, his motives counted on what she wanted. “I wish I could tell you my motives, but I don’t even know them myself,” he explained and shook his head of himself. He never really knew what he wanted to do or how he was going to act. He just wanted everything to work. Like a train on rails.

She didn’t understand why he trusted her, since she hadn’t given him a reason to. But she had. She, as much as him, was able to kill him if she really didn’t want to be with him. He didn’t know exactly how he bond affected her ability to kill her mate before completing the bond. On the other hand, he trusted her, because he knew, that she wouldn’t hurt him physically, since it would hurt her, and by now, she knew that he would do anything to comfort the ones he loved, Derek and Elena. He never hesitated on protecting them. She knew, that if she ever laid a harming hand on either of them, it would be the end of her life – or at least that was what he told himself, that she knew by now.
“She’s Derek’s mother,” he replied, “She hasn’t been around or two years,” he elaborated. He didn’t really know how to reply to her, what she was compared to Julianne, because to him, Julianne was the mother for his kids. Some of the many kids he had had. “Does that reply to your question?” he wondered. It did tell her, that he had a story with her and that she might be interested in seeing Derek at least once in a while.

“Shut up,” he sneered and furrowed his brows when she told him that he could’ve just called for an ambulance. “I couldn’t have called an ambulance,” his eyes shifted from one of her eyes to the other. “The hospital is too much work,” he tried to explain, “Formulas, bills… Such a hassle… And I could fix everything with my bare hands,” he tried to convince her that no matter what, he was better than the doctors, even though that might not be the truth.

She turned around without another word and he shook his head a bit confused. He could see how she put her arms around herself and how every hair on her arms rose. She closed herself off and didn’t want to talk anymore. She didn’t want to look at him. Nothing mattered. Once again, he placed his hand on her shoulder and pushed her onto her back. “Stop that,” he ordered. “Talk to me,” he said with knitted brows. It frustrated him to see anyone like this. Danica was so close to be underneath his skin, like her kids and he didn't want her to back out of whatever he felt like he had accomplised. He had acomplised a lesser hatred for witch blood. He laid down next to her placing his arm across her body and pulled her onto the other side so she would be looking at him. “Talk to me,” he whispered.

She really didn’t want to talk, but when he finally had convinced her to his brows turned slightly downwards as she said that she didn’t know what to say. He could hear that she felt vulnerable and fragile. He pulled on a minimal smile. “I want to know what is going on behind that pretty forehead of yours,” he said and exhaled. “Tell me what they are saying to make you so quiet,” he replied. By they he meant her thoughts or whatever she wanted to call them. “I can’t do anything right if I don’t know what you think of it,” he said quite serious and rearranged a lock of hair which had curled up on her face.

She had wished for a family that she once had lost before. Being more than three thousand years old, he had lost his family and pack time and time again, since he had been cursed to live forever to watch the ones he loved wither and die. Occasionally, Julianne would wither and die too. He couldn’t keep saving her life when something tragic happened. He couldn’t extend her life forever. Now that Danica was half witch, he figured that she might be immortal.
She blamed him for taking her, which was understandable. He could’ve just have left her, but that would either make her follow him or kill her. So, either she would’ve died, or they would’ve ended up in a matching situation.
She explained how it felt for her, to know that he was seeing the mother of his child. To his knowledge, she hadn’t really wanted to be in contact with him and they had actually tried not to see each other, as much as they could, of course. Which was also why he hadn’t thought that being with Julianne wouldn’t have been a problem. He had believed that Danica would live her life without romance.
She brought up being left at the altar, which brought his memories of someone he had loved into his mind. He had too been left at the altar, believing it was the one he was about to marry. But clearly, it wasn’t. So, he knew very well the feeling she had been standing with when she had been left.
She was conflicted that he didn’t contact her, which for some reason confused him and somehow not. Maybe it was time to tell her why he hadn’t reached out? She was constantly being reminded that though she felt like she was falling in love, something happened that reminded her that it wasn’t going to happen.

“I can’t read,” he said, even though it to some was something very odd to say. “It’s not like I don’t want to reply to whatever you’re texting me… I just can read or reply to whatever you’re texting… Which is why I want you to call me,” he explained. There were so many things that he had to explain to make her understand why things were like they were. He took a deep breath, “I’m sorry that it makes you feel that way. I know how it feels to be left at the altar, because I once stood in that situation myself,” he explained quite briefly. He didn’t want to go into too much detail, “I acted without thinking, because I wanted to hate you. I did what I believed would hurt you the most, and I’m sorry that it worked,” something in him wanted to say, that if he could change his actions, he would’ve done it, but he also knew, that something about what he had done, wasn’t anything he wanted to change. He was appealed to her; he did want to be with her – in some kind of way. He let his fingers gently dry away the tears on her cheeks.

You could’ve called me. Maybe she didn’t hear him correctly? He couldn’t read. It made it very difficult to call someone when you couldn’t recognize the name. Of course, if he could take a picture of her, it might make a difference, so he could recognize her face when he wanted to call her, or she called him. That was how he got in contact with everyone else. “I’ll do better,” he reassured her. He just needed to get that picture of her, so he knew who he was contacting.
He frowned a little as she explained that she should’ve gotten used to being let down by people by now. It was such a bad way to live, to believe that everyone would let you down or disappoint. “That sounds tough,” he commented. Right now, he probably shouldn’t correct her about that.
A small chuckle left him as she mentioned they had more in common if they just got to know each other. “That might very well be,” he mumbled a reply. It was a possibility to one day get to know each other better, without anything to trouble them too much.
She moved closer, and his arm wrapped close around her. It was quite nice being close right now, even though he had to suppress the smell of witch. “Yes, I am sorry – but I think I do like the thought of you being mine - and right now, I wouldn’t want you to be anywhere else but right here,” he reassured her with a soft smile. She then talked about actually getting some sleep, after not having slept for way too long. “Alright. Sleep tight, pretty face,” he mumbled before he gave her a simple kiss on her forehead and made sure to put her asleep with his powers before he went to fall asleep himself.

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Most of the night, he slept with her in his arms, but eventually his arm got less and less hold of her. The state of sleeping was seemingly quite alright, until he woke to the whisper of his name. He didn’t really know that it was his name, and at first, he was just about to go to sleep again, since his senses didn’t catch anything except for Danica who wasn’t usually in his house. But just as he was about to try and fall asleep again, he heard Danica say no in her sleep. “What?” he whispered, trying to figure out if she was awake or not. Don’t die, please. She was having a nightmare. “Danica,” he whispered and slowly let his hand reach for her arm, as he would try and wake her up, but after just a mere second of skin contact, she sat right up, panting.
His eyes were still slightly closed, but looked at her in the darkroom. I didn’t take long before her hands had found his face and her lips his. He was slightly surprised by the sudden kiss, but he didn’t push her away. He gently wrapped his arms around her, still slightly asleep. One arm at her waist, the other sliding up between her shoudlerblades. He reciprocated the kiss passionately. “Are you alright?” he wondered as he broke the kiss to catch his breath.

It almost seemed like she was in some kind of trance, how she let her hands glide around his neck. Caressing him, being passionate with her movements.  She apologized, which made him frown just a short moment, feeling how her fingers caressed the features of his face. “It’s alright. I’m right here,” he whispered, reassuring her, letting his hands grab slightly tighter around her waist and her shoulder, where one hand had guided itself too.

Feeling her hot breath, having her almost over him and with the passionate kisses, it was quite difficult not just to take what he wanted. He should ask her if she just wanted to sleep or rest… But his lips planted themselves against hers, and the hand which had been on her waist slowly glided down her back until it reached her butt, which he made sure to hold onto. He kissed her passionately, deeply and was in no way holding back.

She traveled completely on top of him, only convincing him that she wanted it all. The covers only covered some of his lower private regions now, him being completely naked underneath. Just like any other woman he had been with through the many years, he could almost feel her lust radiating through her body. She broke the kiss, and he could feel her warm breath against his face. He looked into her dark eyes, though they we’re difficult to see in the dark room and with her hair blocking out the world. He smiled at her, with a soft smile. “I want you,” he said with a guttural hoarse voice.

She had parted their faces a bit from each other, but as soon as he had replied, he lifted his head up, so he could kiss her once again. Pulling her close. It only took a moment before he let go and broke the kiss. “Or do you want to go back to sleep?” he wondered, speaking somewhat quickly.

She pressed her body against his as soon as he had asked about if she would rather sleep. She whispered to him, that there was a lot of things she wanted. Shit kissed along his jaw until she reached his earlobe and bit onto it. She whispered the magic words, while her hands traveled. He was already turned enough on to go at it; even more when her hand reached his manhood. He let a pleasured sigh leave him feeling every kiss down his neck.

A low pleasured growl left him. He readjusted his grip from her waist to her arm, and he tightened his grip around her just a bit before he chose to turn them around, so he was on top of her. His gaze was slightly animalistic, and he made his lips travel from her sternum down her towards her bellybutton, glancing up at her. His ands were no longer on her back, but one caught onto her arm, to make sure she wouldn’t keep a hold of him, and the other found it’s way to hold onto her chest. If she let go of his manhood, he would let his kisses travel all the way down to between her legs.

Every single sound she made, made him even more aware of her, her body and the energy which flowed in her. To spice it up for her, he gave her just a little bit of his own energy, so she should feel more awake, energized and ready. He got to do whatever he wished to do He nibbled her thigh, before he let his hands slide onto her stomach and down to her hips, where he grabbed onto the lining of her panties. He raised himself, so he could gather her legs a bit, so he could pull them off and toss them across the room. His hands grabbed onto her knees to spread them apart again, so he could bow down and continue. Teasing her, moisturize the area and exploring. He didn’t care for mess; he cared for least possible friction. One hand wrapped around her thigh, holding it as far down as possible, the other slid onto the inside of her thigh, and down to caress her pearl of pleasure. He made sure to pay attention to how much noise she made, since he didn’t wish to wake up Elena with Danica moaning and screaming in pleasure. Maybe he had to stop his action and silence her either with his own mouth against her or put something in it; like a sock.