SOOOOO, SOOO sorry for abandoning you all for so long, but - I don't know, I needed some time to figure out where I was going with this and then there's always the real world, so... anyway: I'm intending on posting more chapters soon, it's supposed to get exciting, sexy and - you just wait and read! :-)
For a start here's some hangover-bickering of Josephine and Damon after the party at Tyler's...

Josephine awoke the next morning with a screaming headache. Opening her eyes was extremely painful in the cold and cruel morning sunlight that flooded through her windows. Groaning she pressed her palms against her eyeballs and turned towards the side of the bedroom door, where she gave greeting the day another shot.
But when she blinked them open for a second time, the only thing she saw was a figure clad in black and wearing a smug smile. Although she knw that it could only be one special person, she was all of a sudden wide awake and sat bold upright in her bed, suppressing a shriek with the back of her hand against her mouth:

"Shit Damon! You scared me!"
"Well, good morning to you, too. You don't seem to be a sleepy-head, do you?"
"Have you been here all the tim?"
"No, but I was gone for just about three hours since you blacked out and here you are - wide awake again..."
"It's the alcohol, always makes me wake up too early."
"Then why'd you drink so much last night?"
"Sort of sped past the point-of-no-return I think..."
"I guess you don't feel so well then?"
"To be honest, I can't remember a thing... everything's a bit of a blur."
"Well, I could help to refresh your memory, if you like... For example: You were all over me last night. I just didn't know how to stop you. You called me - what was it exactly - DAMN HOT - yeah, I think that pretty much nails it down."
Josephine groaned again and hid her face in the cushions.
"You know I could have spared you that headache and fed you my blood yesterday, but when I offered you told me to get lost and stop talking, or you would puke all over me..."
'Real sexy', Josephine thought to herself, only barely able to endure the description of her yesterday-self. She covered her ears with her hands to show that she wasn't interested in hearing any more.
Luckily Damon had not only come to tease her about her drunken behavior. He sat down next to her on the futon and almost gently pried her fingers off her face:
"So, it seems like you're not the only Klaus-shipper here..." Damon didn't know why he let her in on the newest discoveries about Caroline and Klaus, that had been uncovered during the night. He didn't even know if he trusted her yet, but he found himself confiding in her as soon as the 'hello's' had kind of been exchanged. He needed someone to speak his mind to and thereby help him to restructure his thoughts. Preferably someone with a vocabulary that extended beyond 'yes', 'no' and 'perhaps'.

"I don't shipper him, of fancy him, I just said that he was absurdly nice to me and I don't have any negative experiences to hold against him. I don't believe in agreeing with other people's opinions without having made up my mind." If I did you wouldn't be here in my bedroom, Josephine added mutely.
"And that makes him a good person?" Damon raised his characteristic eyebrow in disbelief.
"That's not what I said!" Josephine suddenly couldn't stand the proximity of him on her bed. So she got up with an exasperated sigh and went to go through her closet, searching for something to cover her panties and top with. She felt way too exposed like this.
"Do you think I'm a nice person?"
"Why are you asking?"
"Just checking if you generally tend to hang out with the wrong crowd!"

Josephine sighed. If only he knew how right he was. She turned around to look at him, not really surprised to find that he had left his spot on the bed and was standing right behind her, as usual. She was ready to give him a piece of mind:

"Actually I don't think you're a nice person. How could I? You threaten people, you kill them, you drink human blood, and you seem to be an egocentric womanizer with a little too much self-esteem. What else do you want to hear?"
"And yet you're sleeping with me..." Again that crooked smile.
"Yeah, that's where your real quality lies... But generally I don't count someone who I only slept like twice with 'someone I sleep with'."
"I don't get it!" Damon really looked a bit confused, but Josephine was too tired and cranky to continue this:
"Then don't. I really would appreciate if you left, because I'm not in the mood and state for serious conversations and controversial discussions." She crossed her arms and wrapped the long cardigan she had just put on tighter around her.

"Woah, and this is the second time in less than 24 hours that you're kicking me out. D'you think this is wise?" Damon grabbed her shoulders, but she didn't move a bit. She just went on staring at him grimly. He couldn't get over the fact that she had never really been afraid that he could do something bad to her.
"I don't care if it's wise or not, I just know that I will not have that conversation with you right now. If you want to tell me about Klaus & Caroline, fine. Go ahead! I'll listen. But don't make this something about us, because there is no such thing as 'us'."

Only for a moment Damon felt a little sting in his chest, because of these harsh words. But he quickly decided that he had to play her differently, if he wanted to keep the connection...

As I said: Just a little tease, there's more to come.