Wayward Hearts: Book 2

Part 26

Emma sat on the couch in front of the fire place scrolling through photos on her phone, smiling when she came across one of her with Damon, he didn't seem to be aware that he was being photographed.

"What were we doing?" Damon asked when he walked up behind her.

Emma jumped slightly, she had thought she was alone, "Oh, um, I had just bought this phone and was messing around with everything."

"And that was photo worthy?" Damon questioned.

Emma couldn't help but laugh, "You said that when I took the picture, you were so mad when you noticed that I took it, but I think that is the only photo of us together, besides this one."

Emma quickly scrolled through her phone to a photo of them together, Caroline had insisted that the night Emma had first worn the red dress for Damon was immortalized. Damon had rolled his eyes but happily pulled Emma into his side, he smirked at the camera and Caroline took the picture.

"Didn't you wear that dress to the Miss Mystic pageant?" Damon asked.

Emma nodded, slightly embarrassed, "Caroline was hoping it would bring up some old feelings, but it didn't work."

"Em," Damon gave Emma a sympathetic look as he sat down, "how long has my memory been gone?"

"Remember the memorial for everyone that died at the Young's farm?" Emma asked.

"Yes," Damon said cautiously.

"A couple of days before that, we had just gotten home from a roadtrip," Emma sighed as she thought back to their last days together, "the first morning we were back you attacked me; as soon as I screamed, you snapped out of it."

"All right, how do we get a hold of that angel?"

"You don't," Emma shook her head.

"So I'm just stuck like this," Damon said in disbelief, he buried his face in his hands.

Emma put a hand on his shoulder, unsure of how he was feeling.

"When that thing at the lake house killed you, I felt..." Damon hesitated, "I don't know what I felt, but it was intense. I can't imagine what I would have done if you didn't have the whole Phoenix thing going on."

Damon turned to Emma, her amber eyes were wide as she looked back at him. He leaned in towards her slightly, both of them felt the insane electricity between them, but Damon was the only one bold enough to act on it. He slipped his arm behind Emma and pulled her closer, the feeling of his touch after so long made Emma's heart ache more than it ever had, she had been longing for this moment. With a shaking hand she reached for Damon's, he grasped her hand firmly in his, letting her know that he wasn't going to let go. Damon finally closed the gap between them and gently pressed his lips against Emma's, in response Emma let out a soft sigh, as if his kiss was relieving her of all of her stresses from the time they had spent apart. Damon pulled Emma even closer before moving his arm from around her using his free hand to gently caress her face, he rested his forehead against hers as he pulled away slightly, still not ready to let her go; Emma bit her bottom lip and kept her eyes closed.

As soon as Emma's phone began ringing she let out a slight groan before pulling herself away from Damon and reaching into her bag to fish it out. It was Sam Winchester.

"Hey Sammy," she answered, as frustrated as she was with the interruption, she couldn't help but smile as she locked eyes with Damon again as he leaned back on the couch.

"So I have an interesting update," Sam said hesitantly, "that wasn't Gabriel that we trapped or that messed with Damon's memories."

"I'm sorry, what?" Emma sat up straighter and put the phone on speaker, Damon was suddenly sat up as well, "If that wasn't Gabriel, then who the hell was it?"