I'm not gonna tell you what either of them wanted from each other, so don't ask. It really doesn't matter. :-D

I'm Invulnerable to Your Charms

"I was passing and I've only dropped in to tell you that I won't give you the information you want. Just because we're friends doesn't give you the right to access police records." Liz said as she stepped out of the patrol car. She put her hands on her hips in the way she always did when she was squaring up to someone. Damon tried to put aside his urge to sweep her into his arms. Besides he wanted an answer to his question.

"Elizabeth -" He purred, making big eyes at her.

"Don't you 'Elizabeth' me..." She gave him a warning look, knowing he only called her that when he wanted something (because she liked the way it sounded coming from him).

She hid the smile that threatened to break through her tough demeanor. He looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Playing hardball, huh?"

"Mm-hmm."

He leaned in and whispered to her. "We'll see about that."

He had her off her feet and up through his bedroom window in less than a second. When he placed her down on his bed, she was breathless.

"That is an unfair advantage!" She complained, but her pout was not entirely truthful. She loved it when he whisked her off her feet. He stretched his body out above hers and nuzzled her throat with his lips.

"Mm-hmm, and I know how you hate it. When. I. Do. This. Too." He said punctuating each word with a feathery, soft kiss. Liz moaned, she could feel her arousal for him building already. It was so unfair what he did to her. She was a sucker for all his bad-boy antics. She moaned and found herself giving in to it, already his hand had slowly undone the buttons of her uniform and was creeping under the fabric towards her breast. She pushed him off her, sat upright and did up her shirt.

"I've already told you that you can't seduce me every time you want something."

Damon had one of those incorrigible smiles on face that meant he only saw that as a challenge. He scooted up the bed until he was in her space again and began to stroke her neck with the back of his fingers, moving his hand up until he could begin rubbing her earlobe gently between his thumb and fingertip. She closed her eyes and breathed hard. Damn him for knowing that her ears were her weak spot. She felt a shiver run through her.

"Stop that."

"Make me." He said in a low, honey-toned voice. She pushed his hand away, but her own was shaking. She knew he could hear her heartbeat racing and feel her elevated pulse.

"I am not at your beck and call." She said hautily.

He ran his fingertips very slowly over the name tag sewn to her breast pocket, "Of course not, Sheriff Forbes. I would never presume that you were." He suddenly cast his stunning blue eyes up to hers and she felt herself blush profusely. He was in a full on seduction mode and she was absolutely and definitely not going to give in to it. He let his eyes tell her exactly what he would like to be doing to her right now. She hadn't seen him for the best part of a month and although she would not admit it, she was absolutely desperate to have those eyes looking down on her as he moved inside her body... Oh God. She brushed that thought right out of her mind.

She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back at arm's length. She got up off the bed (now to be considered a 'no-fly zone') and began to pace. Damon just grinned and fell back onto the bed, lay on his elbows and watched her.

"Has anyone told how hot you are when you're mad?" He said. She looked at him, but refused to comment.

She moved her hand on her pepper spray. "I am not afraid to use this you know."

He laughed. "Does it have garlic in it?"

"I'm thinking of getting some specially made." She replied in a low voice, fixing him with a stare. His grin hadn't left his face and once again she tried very hard not to let the smile in her eyes meet her mouth. She knew he saw it anyway.

"I will get what I want, Elizabeth Forbes. And you know it. So you may as well give in to me now." He followed her with those alluring eyes.

"If you think I just give up information to any common criminal who has a sweet smile and a cheap line, you don't know me very well."

"A 'common criminal'? I'm offended! At the very least, I'd like to be considered an uncommon one. And my lines are not cheap." He smoldered. She stopped her pacing and looked at him.

"You're the worst kind there is! The list of laws you have broken is longer than the Bill of Rights. I dread to think how many countries, never mind States, you are wanted in."

Damon picked at his nail. "You make me sound so delightfully sordid." He let the word 'sordid' drip off his tongue like warm molasses. He looked up at her. "Do you want to punish me?"

She looked at him disapprovingly. "Not especially."

"You want to spank me don't you? Go on, admit it."

"I'm not perverted like you are."

"The way you would have it, is that I sound like a very dangerous criminal indeed. How can you let me roam the streets?"

"Oh yes, you're the worst kind of there is. An egomaniac -"

"Moi? Never!"

"Unrepentant -"

"Well there was this bunny I killed this one time, I do feel kinda bad about that -"

"And you are -"

Before she could finish her sentence, Damon's lips were on hers and his tongue was between her lips. All too quickly, she found herself letting his hands wander all over body. After her moment of weakness, she regained her composure and pushed him away. He smiled cockily.

"No means no, Damon! N. O. How many more ways have I got to say it?"

Damon grinned his lopsided smile and began to pace the room like a bad Shakespearian actor.

"How about 'alas poor Damon, I will never grant your request'?"

"Yes, I like that -"

"Or maybe the more formal approach - 'Mister Salvatore, I have given your request due consideration and I am afraid I must respond in the negative."

"Get's the job done."

"Or maybe, I dun' wan' no drama." He wagged his finger at her.

"Unlikely I would put it that way - but if it get's the message through -"

By now he had made a lap of the entire room and he turned back to face her. "How about a little music?"

"I'm really not bothered." He clapped his hands and music started.

"A little drink?"

"I'm on duty."

He looked at her a with his head cocked to one side, then smiled. "You look great. Have you lost a little weight?"

"Really, Damon, that line as old as you are."

"Have you done something different with your hair?" He waved his hand in the air and smirked.

"It's the same way I wear it every day."

He walked over to her. "I think these pants look too big for you. Let me help you out of them." He began to unzip them slowly.

She pushed his hand away and did the zip back up. "They fit just fine."

"I know, a little mood lighting!" He sped over and dimmed the lights.

"Well I certainly am in some kind of mood..."

"I know what you want." He said pointing his finger at her, "You want some of this." He indicated himself, then began to undo his shirt slowly, one button at a time, making a massive meal of it stripper style. "Oh yeah, baby. You want this body. Uh-huh." When he reached the last button, he tweaked his nipple with an exaggerated stripper 'Ooh' face.

Liz had to try very hard not to crack a smile. She coughed and pulled out her notepad.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Writing you up for indecent exposure."

"Oh that's not indecent exposure. This is indecent exposure." He said putting his hand on his fly. She her palm out flat to him.

"Stop right there, mister!" He held both his hands up, then dropped them to his hips. He chewed his lip as he reconsidered his plan.

He walked over to her and took her into a dance hold.

"I get it, you want a little more romance before I show you the time of your life." He said and began to waltz her around the room. He dipped her backwards and went in for the kill, she ducked away.

"Not really."

Damon stroked his chin.

"You want me to cook you a beautiful dinner? A little food, a little wine..."

"I'm on a diet."

"You can cover me in chocolate body paint?" He said sounding desperate.

"Sounds very unhygienic."

He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her dead in the eye."Prendimi adesso, amore mio."

"Alas, I don't speak Italian."

"Me prendre maintenant, mon amour."

"I also failed French."

Damon got down on his knees and looked up at her, placed his hands on her feet.

"You want me to beg? I'll beg. Liz Forbes - beautiful woman in my life - goddess of justice, hear my plea. I, Damon Salvatore, want to make love to you and worship you all night long in exchange for one teeny-tiny bit of information. Almost nothing really. And in return I will give you a night of passion that I promise you will never, ever forget, for all your born days." He put his right hand on his heart and his left in the air. "On my heart, I do solemnly swear."

"Only one tiny problem there." She said, leaning down to him and whispering. "You don't have a heart." She stood back upright and grinned.

"Well I don't now. You've just shattered it." He said pouting. "Fine." He got up and crossed his arms across his chest. "You're impossible to please woman, so kindly remove yourself from my property."

"Didn't you say something about cooking for me?" She said. He opened his bedroom door and indicated the exit.

"Find a doughnut shop."

She walked up to him and leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he pulled away and put his chin in the air. She stifled a smile.

"Goodbye, Damon." She said sweetly and blew him a kiss.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out." He said and let the door swing shut behind her.

Damon was reading when he heard the knock on the door. He put the book down and wondered who it could be as it was a quarter past midnight and too late for most visitors. He assumed Elena had forgotten her key, but when he opened the door to berate her, Liz faced him. He narrowed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest.

"What do you want?" He said with mock-seriousness.

She chewed her lip. "Damon, I kind of need to ask you a favor."

"Oh you do, huh? Well good luck with that."

"Pretty please."

"Nope."

"You won't please help me?" She said fluttering her eyelashes.

"Not a chance."

She sighed and seemed to think about it for a minute. She put her hand onto her belt and pulled out her handcuffs.

"I'll let you use these."

"Well hell woman, what are you waiting outside in the cold for? Get in here."

Liz turned over onto her front and she laughed. "You are too easy."

"What can I say? I can't resist a woman in charge." He gave her his familiar lopsided smile. He reached out for her and she moved back into his arms and rested on his naked chest looking at him. He stroked her back affectionately.

"Are you this easy with everyone?" She said.

"I try."

"You slut."

"Again, I try."

"Even aging rock-stars slow down eventually, you know." She said and leaned down to kiss his chest.

"Well, old vampires don't have to. The go to their local police station and pick up hot cops."

"You think I'm hot?" She said coyly.

"You know I think you are." He said, brushing her hair from her forehead.

She lay her head back down on his chest. "Are you seeing anyone else right now?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "I guess you sap all my energy. In fact, I'm beginning to wonder who the vampire is in this relationship." He said. He spun her over suddenly and pinned her beneath him, which made her shriek.

"You gonna bite me?" She said, looking up at him, her breaths coming quickly.

"Do you want me to?" He said in all seriousness. She thought about that for a moment and nodded.

"Yes, I guess. I'd like to know what it feels like."

Damon smiled at her. "It can feel any way I want it to feel." He said. "And right now, I think you deserve a little punishment." He turned rapidly and she found herself taking a sharp intake of breath as she saw his pointed incisors and red-veined eyes.

Damon dipped down her body and threw the covers over his head, and she found that he was between her legs again. She gasped as he began to lick her. The intense orgasm she had had only moments before had left her sensitive, so when he began to touch her again, she was quick to find herself falling back into waves of pleasure. As she began to crest, he bit down into her thigh and began to suck.

The pain was there, but so was intense pleasure. Her body went rigid, as one of his hands grasped for her breast. She came crying out, and when he finished sucking on her, he licked her wound to catch the last two drops of blood and he let his face change back. He came up to kiss her.

"Was that what you expected?" He asked.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded shyly. He smiled and pulled her back into his arms.

"Well next time you come around here asking for favors, don't expect me to give in so easily."

"I won't." She said coyly.

"Why don't I believe you?" He said.

"Because I have my fingers crossed." She said, showing him and he pretended to be scandalized and began to tickle her.