As if in a cliché movie scene, time slowed as she paraded towards the bar in her red sheath dress and matching strappy stilettos. Damon's jaw remained slack while she slid into the bar stool next to him. Her shapely legs crossed, making the tight short dress ride up and expose more glowing skin.

"What are you staring at?" She smiled, flipping her dark brown hair back behind her shoulder. She looked towards the bartender, "Riley, can I get rum and coke please?" She smiled at her friend and rested her forearms onto the bar counter.

He nodded and winked, moving to prep her drink. Damon turned to her and his tongue twisted, sticking to the roof of his mouth.

"Sienna, what are you doing here?" Damon finally asked her without slurring most of his words. He held his head up with his palm and his elbow rested on the counter of the bar. Sienna laughed lightly, and placed her hand on his bicep, squeezing gently.

"Damon," Sienna nodded in greeting. Her feline green eyes caught his gaze and he groaned inwardly. She dropped her warm hand from his arm when Riley slid her drink over to her with a decorated napkin. Sienna's grin turned wicked and Damon read the seven digits that had been scrawled across it. Sienna looked up and scanned her eyes across the room to land on a skinny woman with pale blond hair and dark brown eyes. She winked at Sienna. Riley slid another drink towards her, and Sienna's brow furrowed.

"I didn't order a Sex on the Beach," Sienna tilted her head and a knowing smile stretched across her full lips; Riley shook his head with a grin.

"No you didn't, but this one's from the gentleman at table three." He pointed him out; his roguish dark blond hair and dark blue eyes that were no comparison to Damon's. The man smiled in response to her ogling him, and his gaze turned predatory when she lifted a brow towards him.

"Wow, aren't you the popular one tonight," Damon sighed sarcastically, feeling strange about the way every male in the bar—and some females—were looking at her. "I wonder why," he muttered under his breath.

Sienna slapped his arm playfully but her lips were pressed into a grim line as she noticed his voice sounding hoarse, and the fact that he couldn't keep his head up. Her kohl-lined eyes narrowed at him and he shrank back a bit in apprehension.

"Damon, how many have you had?" she winced a bit, noticing how her voice sounded too sharp. She delicately cleared her throat and started again, "Damon, how did you get here tonight?" she asked casually, knowing the answer already. She had seen his motorcycle parked outside.

"I walked," he lied, swallowing audibly as he realized where this was going.

"Uh huh," she smirked, lifting one of her perfectly groomed eyebrows, "that's why you have your keys protruding from your front pocket?" she reached down and dug her hand into the pocket trying to get the keys out quickly, but when he tried wriggling away, her hand was forced into the pocket deeper.

"Oh," she breathed, "That's not helping," she told him when he shifted his hips trying to dislodge her hand from his pant pocket, only making her fingers catch uncomfortably around the pocket itself.

"Remove your hand from my pants, Sienna," he warned in a low voice and he braced his hand on her hip, trying to push her away. She laughed quietly and pulled her fingers free—almost pain-free too—along with the keys. She held them up and spun the keys around her index finger.

"I'm taking you home, babe. You're stuck with me, tonight." He looked over at her then, through the strands that fell onto his forehead and over his stormy violet eyes. He'd had fantasies about this moment, back in high school, when Sienna would take care of him after he drank himself into oblivion. But, he backtracked, she was just worried about him drinking and driving. Nothing more; he let his shoulders sag.

"I'm not going home now," he concluded and turned back to his empty drink, absently turning it in circles with his index finger.

Sienna's fist tightened and she fought to reign in her annoyance, he was drunk, she told herself, he's drunk so that means there's no arguing with him. . . She downed the last of her rum and coke and sighed.

"I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't seem to hear you." She stood and twirled her index finger, jingling the keys a bit again. "Let's go."

"I'm not that drunk," He hiccupped and dropped his head onto the counter miserably. Sienna patted her hand on his shoulder, gently tugging him to sit upright. When he complied, after much struggle, she spoke.

"And I'm not a lush," She winked at him when he looked up at her quickly with a reluctant grin. She was sure he remembered the few times that she drank anything but punch, at one of his infamous high school parties, and did a lot of crazy things. She shook her head; he had to chase her through the house, trying to get her to stop leaning over the second floor banister. He distinctly remembered threatening a few handsy guys that she'd let kiss her. Finally, he just ditched his own party and drove her to her parent-less home and made sure she was safely in bed and that she had drank coffee and had taken some ibuprofen.

"C'mon, you took care of me when I was too drunk to care, let me repay the favor. Like old times," She added. He grumbled a bit more but eventually he caved and let her usher him out of the bar.

A man stood up from where he had been watching this exchange and called out to Sienna, quite rudely, "Taking out the trash, sweetheart?"

Damon's fists balled up at his sides, and Sienna squeezed his arm in reassurance. A twinkle lit up her warm green eyes and Damon shut his eyes in an attempt at reigning in his anger. Who was this guy to judge him? He didn't know Damon or what he'd been through. He kept his eyes shut for a moment, and didn't notice when Sienna's hand dropped from his arm. Suddenly her warmth was missing from his side; he opened his eyes and watched as she strode up to the young man who'd spoken.

Remembering who he was as she got closer, she smiled seductively, "Thanks for the drink," and stepped into his personal space. "It was . . . yummy," her voice drawled out the word in a sexy purr.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," a deep rumble from his chest and his pupils darkening clued her in to his excitement. She ran warm fingers from his jaw to chest and watched in wicked delight as he shivered.

"Oh not yet I haven't," his smile widened, "but I will," she laughed then, loud enough to stop everyone in the bar, and make them turn towards her as she snapped her left fist forward into his face with a sickening thud. He stumbled backwards with a shout, cradling his jaw, and he glared at her with fire and hatred in his eyes.

"What the fuck," he growled at her and started forward, but she blocked him with an elbow to the ribs. He grunted but instead of stopping, Sienna kicked up her leg and swung an arc through the air, knocking his feet from underneath him.

As he fell to the floor with a final thud, chaos had already started in the bar. Half cheered for Sienna and the other half were standing up from their seats, and angrily stomping towards her. Five young men headed towards her and she kicked one in the stomach hard enough for him to cry out in pain, before he hit the floor. That was when the remaining four lunged and grabbed for her, but was stopped by two large tanned fists to the faces and kicks to their groins.

She turned and found herself looking up at Damon, who was staring at her incredulously, "When did you learn how to fight like that?"

A slow grin spread across his face and she smiled as they braced for another oncoming attack.

"Tae Kwon Do lessons since I was six." She punched an older biker that was headed for her and she shook her hand to relieve some of the pain. "I think I just broke his face," She eyed her hand for a second and added, "and my hand."

Damon glanced at her but focused on the last guy who was weirdly circling them like a predator. His pale blond hair and light brown eyes stood contrast to each other and gave him a harsh demeanor. Sienna watched him carefully and winced when he looked her up and down slowly.

"Ooh, aren't you just a cool drink of water," he deadpanned.

Sienna rolled her eyes, and rushed at him. He didn't expect her attack but he sidestepped too late and she followed him easily. She grabbed his shirt firmly and shoved him onto the pool table behind him. He groaned and tried to roll over, but Sienna put her hand on his throat.

Big brown eyes looked up at her in horror, but he put on a show of bravado and placed a sneer on his face. "What are you going to do, kill me?" Sienna could sense how much he didn't want to die, and she could definitely smell the fear coming off of him.

She tightened her grip on his throat, restricting him from talking and stared down at him. "I want you to tell your friend," she pointed to the blue-eyed man, "That my friend is not trash, and if he ever talks shit about anyone in this town again, I will find him and all his friends," she leaned in closer to the frightened young man, "and I will personally cut off his balls and make him eat them, got it?" she searched his face while he nodded and she let his throat go.

Sienna looked around and nodded to herself as she noticed they had minimal damage on their hands, a few broken cue sticks, and over-turned chairs, but that was it. She looked to the bartender and shrugged, "Sorry, Riley."

Riley shook his head and tossed a rag over his shoulder, "No harm no foul, Sienna. I'll catch you later; Go take Damon home, before he breaks a bone." He smiled wryly as Damon stumbled a bit as he walked unsteadily towards Sienna.

One last look in the bar and Sienna was ushering Damon outside into the cool night air. "Why did you do that?" Damon asked her when she had straddled the seat of his bike. She patted the space behind her and he wrapped a leg over the seat and slid in behind her, without an uttering of protest. He blinked and seemed to have sobered considerably once he had been removed from the heavy and pungent air inside the bar.

She shrugged and said, "He insulted me."

"I'm the one he called trash." Damon scoffed slightly, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Yes, but he insulted you, and that insults me." She shrugged and started the engine of his bike before he could say any more. Sienna revved the engine and Damon wrapped his arms around her middle. She sighed silently in contentment at the warmth his hands created and pulled out of the parking lot.

Damon had taught her how to ride his bike, after months and months of begging, and so she drove it to his house now with practiced ease. She left her truck in the parking lot and she mentally made a note to retrieve it later or in the morning.

The ride to Damon's home was short but refreshing as the air whipped her hair back and probably annoyed the crap out of him. She laughed at the thought and Damon placed his chin on her shoulder. He whispered in her ear, "What's so funny?"

"I bet you're having a great time back there with my hair whipping back and forth on your face," she turned her head fractionally so he could hear her reply. He squeezed her tighter and she felt his responding laughter and rumble of his chest on her back.

Sienna pulled up into the long driveway and stopped to open the garage. Parking inside there, she huffed out a breath as they both hopped off the bike.

"Well, that was easier than it should have been," she commented and shot Damon a grin.

"What?" he asked as he put the parking stop on the bike down and closed the garage door.

"Riding a motorcycle in heels," she angled her left foot fractionally onto its side to emphasize this.

He nodded and laughed as they strode into the house. Once inside, Sienna headed straight for the kitchen and leaned across the counter next to the coffee maker. "What hungry already?" he smiled and leaned against the door frame to the large kitchen.

"No, silly," she checked the coffee maker for coffee grounds and made a face. "We need to get some coffee in you, and sober you up."

She reached up into a cabinet next to her and filled a clean filter with two scoops of coffee and replaced it back into the machine. Pressing the button, she turned back to Damon and smiled. "Know your way around my kitchen, do you?"

"Are you kidding? I practically live here." She leaned back against the counter, and hopped up onto it. Damon's eyes were glued to the rising hemline of her short dress as she slid onto the counter. He cleared his throat and crossed the room to the cabinets. He brought down two coffee mugs, handing one to her silently. She smiled, and he leaned back against the counter next to her, holding his cup and waiting for the coffee to be ready.

"You kept it," she said quietly pointing to his red mug. He held it up and studied it.

"I said I would," he shrugged, "It's not every day someone makes me a personal mug."

Her cheeks pinkened lightly and she studied the plain mug in her hand. She had made him a mug that read: 'Your Favorite Bad Boy' in big black letters. Sienna was acutely aware of his hip touching her thigh and she shivered.

"You're not cold, are you?" he asked, noticing her shiver, and the coffee maker went off.

She jumped at its loud beeping noise and shook her head in shame. She leaned over the coffee maker, pouring herself a cup. Damon watched as she did this, giving him a perfect view of her heart-shaped bottom in her little dress. She turned back and Damon's eyes cut to the wall in front of him instantly.

She elbowed him, "Hey, back down on Earth there's some coffee with your name on it," she waved her filled mug in front of his straight nose and his eyes drifted shut. Holding out his own mug, his eyes stayed closed. She smiled and poured him a heaping cup and setting the coffee pot back onto the base. She sighed and they sat there in comfortable silence drinking their coffee.

"So what brings you to this side of hell?" Damon asked casually, resting his mug on his hip. A smirk played over her lush lips, and she set down her coffee.

"You were never drunk, were you?" she crossed her arms and raised an arched brow at him.

He held his arms up in mock-surrender, "Hey, you assumed! I just went along with it."

"And why did you? I probably skewered your plans for the evening," she smiled and sipped her warm coffee once more, savoring the rich flavor on her tongue.

"Because that was the only way I could think of to get you to come home with me," he looked over at her suddenly still form and her green eyes widened and lowered as his meaning set in.

"You wanted to take me home?" Sienna asked slowly, "Why didn't you just ask?"

"Because you didn't want me to, you were moving on to bigger and better things, and I'm always going to be stuck here with nothing and no one." He blew his dark hair out his face. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair when it didn't quite clear his vision.

Sienna didn't reply, nor did she want to. She didn't know what she wanted but it wasn't this. She slid off the counter, setting her cup aside. The hem of her dress shifted up to her hips and she quickly pulled it down. She moved towards the front door, but suddenly there were heavy hands pulling her back. A warm breath hit her neck, "Don't go, Sienna," the whisper of her name on his lips was like a flame and him encircling his hands on her shoulders just fueled the fire.

He nuzzled her neck and trailed hot kisses across her shoulder and collarbone, while his hands curved over her shoulder and slid down her side. His fingers brushed past the side of her breast and wrapped around the flare of her hips. "When you walked into the bar tonight, in this little red number, I felt like the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood."

"How so?" she breathed shallowly as his tongue traced the hollow at her throat.

"Because," he nipped her ear playfully, "I'm going to eat Little Red one way or another."

She gasped as his fingers slid over her neckline and grazed the tops of her breasts. Moaning, she put her hand around the side of his neck, while she pressed herself back against him. She could feel his hard length through his dark jeans and he grunted when Sienna grinded her hips against his. As if he couldn't wait any longer, he flipped her around, picking her up and setting her onto the cold kitchen counter. She gasped at the cool linoleum and he unzipped her dress and pulled the top half of it down to her waist. He stared at her bare breasts and kissed them tenderly.

"Damon," she moaned as his tongue trailed over the tips of her breasts. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gave a breathy sigh as she felt the heat from his erection as it pressed into her inner thigh.

"Mmm," he hummed, looking up at her innocently. Her lips parted on another moan as his fingers found her center. He pushed back the soft red fabric of her dress and paused as he admired her black lace panties.

Damon ran his index finger over her mound through the thin panties as he looked into her green eyes. "Do you like this, Sienna?"

"Yes," she rasped out, pressing herself against him as he pressed a finger along her slit.

"Do you want it, Sienna?"

She looked at him and glared. She said nothing, but crushed her mouth to his, letting her tongue encircle his. When she pulled away, she stayed close enough to let her nose rest against his. Sienna could feel his breath on her lips and he panted. "I want you to make love to me, Damon. I fucking need you."

He sucked in a breath as her hand brushed his erection through his jeans while her other hand found his belt and was quickly pulling it off. He stood there and stroked the skin of her stomach and hips as she undid his jeans. Before she could pull them down, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and laughed when she squealed.

"Ready to be taken, Little Red?"

"Only if you promise to be rough Mr. Wolf."