You are my Freedom

Bath Time

3rd Person POV:

Clara was awoken from her slumber by music blaring. She peeked up from the covers, to see Damon waiting for her. He was dressed in a tux and was holding a slinky silk dress.

"What's going on?" she asked, her sleepiness still affecting her voice.

"Decided to make your studies more fun, welcome to the twenties. Now get dressed." Damon ordered.

Clara sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes,

"What about your brother?"

Damon shrugged pretending not to care, "He's brooding downstairs refusing to drink."

"So shouldn't we be focused on helping him."

"We helped Elena subdue him and lock him up, the rest will be up to him. Now come on... or do you not want to learn to do the Charleston?"

Clara still felt guilty having fun when Stefan was downstairs having a terrible time but seeing Damon dressed up and ready to dance with her had her cave rather quickly.

Elena POV:

I was sitting outside Stefan's cell when I heard music and laughing coming from upstairs.

"What are they doing up there?" I asked out loud.

"Damon is teaching her dances from the twenties... they're having fun."

"Ugh I'm going to go tell them to shut it off."

"Don't." Stefan said stopping me.

"Stefan, your down here in pain and they are throwing a party it isn't right."

"They're in love and they are enjoying themselves, that's not wrong."

"Well, do they have to do it so loudly?"

"I'm sorry... that it can't be us."

I smile sadly at the thought, "One day it can be."

"No, I don't think I've ever been so carefree."

"What about with Lexi at a Bon Jovi concert." I see through the bars Stefan is smiling at the memory.

"Maybe then," he admits.

"Lexi wouldn't want you to just give up, she would want you to fight... I want you to fight."

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have pursued you... this shouldn't be your life. Waiting outside a cell door for your boyfriend to decide to live. You deserve better, you deserve to be woken up to a dance party." He says looking up at the ceiling where Damon and Clara are enjoying themselves above us.

I shake my head trying to keep my tears from falling, "I don't want to be them, I want to be us... but I need you to want that too."

"You should get going, you're going to be late for school." He says ignoring my pleas.

"I'll be back later, and I expect that bottle to be empty," I tell him trying to sound firm.

3rd Person POV:

Stefan refuses to drink and is starting to hallucinate from lack of blood

It leads to a flashback, Stefan awakes with a start now by the Quarry in 1864. He opens his shirt and sees the bullet wound is gone. He also sees a ring on his hand and examines it.

Emily is there.

"Katherine had me make that for you weeks ago."

"Where am I?" He asks her thoroughly confused.

"The quarry just north of town. My brother and I brought you here last night. We found you dead in the woods."

"Where's Damon? Am I...am I a...?"

"Not yet. You're in transition."

"But how? I..."

"You had Katherine's blood in your system when you died."

"No. I never..." He starts to deny it but Emily interrupts him,

"She's been compelling you to drink it for weeks, Stefan."

"And Damon?" Stefan asks.

"He was even less willing than you, practically turned his brain to mush the amount of times she had to compel him... it made her furious."

Later on... Damon starts waking up and Stefan joins him by the river

He starts talking without turning to acknowledge Stefan,

"I woke up last night. I didn't know where I was. I went to the church. And I watched them drag her inside. Then they set fire to it. And the whole church went up into flames. They killed her, Stefan. She's gone... It should have been me."

Stefan always thought Damon meant he wished he had died in her place but looking back now it's clear he meant, he wished he'd been the one to kill her when he thought Katherine was dead. He wasn't sad or in mourning... he was angry. It was easier for Stefan to see now looking back.

Back to present time, upstairs with Damon and Clara.

The two collapse on the floor having danced themselves to exhaustion. Clara wasn't sure how it would have been possible to accomplish the Charleston if you didn't have Vampire powers, it required so many quick movements.

Damon takes something out of his pocket and looks at the object, its the invention Pearl gave him.

"Have you figured out what that is?" Clara asks still trying to catch her breath.

"Nope. Whatever it is, it doesn't work." Damon puts his arm under Clara's neck and brings her closer to him. He rolls over partially and buries his nose in her neck inhaling her scent.

Clara takes the object out of Damon's hand and examines it.

"Pearl didn't say anything else about it?" She asks.

"She thought she was stealing his vampire compass, but that was a pocket watch. That Johnathan Gilbert was a crazy scientist."

"So not unlike the present Johnathan Gilbert, simply minus the scientist part. Do you think he's still cross that you temporarily removed his finger and gave me his ring for safekeeping."

"I think he's furious," Damon admits,

"I don't like the idea of someone that unhinged being upset with us."

Damon picks up his bride from the floor.

"What are you doing?"

"Treating you to a bath, Damon Salvatore edition. And don't worry about Elena's crazy uncle, I told you as long as we look out for each other, nothing will be able to touch us."

Damon strips the silky dress off of Clara slowly kissing every inch of her while the bath fills up. He puts in salts and bubbles exciting Clara.

"I see baths have gotten fancier over time, and I swear this tub is practically the size of the local pond."

"Just wait till you're soaking in it, nothing will feel as good... especially once I get in there with you," Damon says as he starts to strip himself. Clara leans back on the ledge of the bathtub and watches her husband greedily causing Damon to have a cocky smirk but it only makes him more attractive to Clara.

Damon helps Clara climb in and starts washing her. She pouts at him.

"I thought you were joining me?"

"All in good time, first I want to help clean you so I can get in and get you all dirty again." He tells her seductively causing her to practically pant with want.

Just when neither one can take any more teasing Damon stands up, all of him at attention, and moves to get into the bath when his phone starts ringing.

Groaning he bends down to answer it to quickly get rid of whoever it is.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Alaric... Saltzman." As if Damon knew another Alaric.

"Before I hang up, how did you get this number?" He asks when Clara sits up on her knees and moves closer to Damon's hard c**k.

"Ah, it's a mystery. Listen, I've, uh, been doing some digging on Elena's uncle. You interested?" Damon's head falls back as Clara runs her lips around his tip in a circular motion.

"What kind of digging?" Now he feels her bring her tongue out and run it up and down the sides of his shaft. His breathing is picking up slowly.

"I've got an old friend from Duke. Who studied criminology when we were there together. Let's just say he's become a very proficient digger."

"Well, did he find anything?" Damon asks before covering the receiving end of the phone as he inhales sharply from Clara's wet mouth taking him in. She begins sucking softly still getting his c**k slicked.

"Well, I had him run a track on John's cell records. He was getting a call from a number...The same number that Elena dialed to get Isobel. And then the number was disconnected."

"Isobel knows John. Whatever. We knew that." Damon tells Alaric completely uninterested in whatever he is saying instead focusing on running his hands through Clara's hair as she increases her tempo and intensity causing his knees to go a little weak.

"Right. Well, after that, he started getting calls from a new number. And I had my friend run a geotrack. Got the address. It's...It's an apartment in Grove Hill."

"Isobel's in Grove Hill?" Damon asks keeping one hand on Clara's head as she works him good.

"I don't know. I thought we could take a look and see what we find."

The ferocity of which Clara is putting into this act has gotten so great it causes the water to slosh violently spilling out the sides of the tub and it causes Alaric to ask, "wait are you taking a bath right now? Man, I don't want to talk to you when you're naked!"

"Well anytime I'm not with you assume I'm naked, look just give me the address I got to hang up," Damon says not wanting to orgasm with Ric listening.

"Oh, so you can go without me? No. I don't think so."

"Hold on!" Damon silences the phone as he grabs both sides of Clara's head and thrusts into her, f*****g her mouth while staring right into her gorgeous eyes. He growls as he comes but keeps his softening c**k in her mouth not wanting to pull it out yet. And she graciously allows it there every so often running her tongue over his slit causing him to jerk more.

Damon gets another call and reaches behind him to pick up where he left his phone.

"What?" Expecting Ric must have hung up and dialed him again but its Elena.

"I'm just grabbing some clothes, and then I'll be right over. How's Stefan?"

"Extra broody. Hold on." He puts the phone on silent again and talks to Clara,

"I think I'm going to have to meet Ric at this place the more ammo we have on crazy uncle John the better and Elena is on her way over."

Clara takes Damon out of her mouth causing him to pout and whine a bit.

"Okay, it looks like I'll have to dirty myself in this bath." She replies innocently.

She leans back covering her chest with the bubbles and runs her hand along her thighs before disappearing under the water to where she knows Damon most wants to be right now.

Damon leans over and kisses her fiercely,

"I will make this up to you later, I promise... until then" Damon look down towards her center where she has her hand, "think of me." He gives her a wink before he picks up the phone again going back to Alaric.

"You drive. Pick me up in 15."

"Done." Damon hangs up and switches back to talking to Elena on the other line. But struggling to remember where he left of he looks to Clara who is working herself up... tempting him to say to hell with everything and get in there to loan her his own hands.

"What was I saying," He whispers asking Clara, she whispers back, "He won't eat anything." Right.

(To Elena) "He won't eat anything."

"He has to eat what's his favorite...Kind of, um..."

"His favorite kind of what?" Damon asks distracted by his wet writhing wife.

"Type of animal blood that he prefers?"

"Ew. Gross." That definitely killed the mood.

"Uhh I don't know...Stefan likes...Puppy blood...Little golden retriever puppies with cute, floppy ears. That's his favorite." And he hangs up before jumping in the tub with Clara,

"We have 7 minutes, let's make the most of them." He tells her before his head disappears below the water causing hers to dip back in ecstasy.