Chapter 1
ELENA'S POV
'Hey, Damon, could you...maybe come over? I really need to talk to you.' I asked, biting my lip in anticipation.
'Sure. Where are you?' He answered. I could hear the sound of his Camaro's engine revving as he gunned it.
'My parents lake house.' I answered.
'I'll be right there.' With that, the line went dead. I took the time that I was waiting for Damon to make the place look a bit more romantic. I lit a couple of candles and got a fire going. I had just straightened up from the fireplace when there was a knock on the door. I smoothed my dress out a bit and walked towards the closed oak door. I swung it open to find Damon standing there, looking anxious.
'Come on in.' I said as I stepped aside.
'Thanks.' Damon said as he stepped over the threshold. 'What's up? You sounded pretty anxious on the phone.'
'I just really need to talk to you about something.'
'Okay, what's up?' Damon asked me again as he follwed me to the couch.
'Okay. I want to tell you something.' I took a deep breath. I needed to tell him this. I couldn't keep lying to him. He deserved this. He deserved the truth. Especially from me.
'I... Remember the first time we met?' I turned my statement into a question. Damon nodded. I took that as my cue to continue.
'Well, so do I. I was sitting in the graveyard, leaning against my parents headstone, when I heard someone sit down next to me. I looked up and I was met with the sweetest smile I had ever imagined, on this guys face. He was dressed all in black. Black jacket, black t-shirt, black jeans. The first words out of this guys mouth were 'I didn't know graveyards were a good source of inspiration'. I laughed and told him that I wasn't looking for inspiration, I was writing in my diary. And then I blushed. I realized how stupid that sounded. The guy laughed, and his ice blue eyes lit up. As soon as I saw those eyes, I had fallen.
'We sat there talking for about two hours, until it started growing dark and overcast. I told this guy that I had better go. He told me that he should too and that he would walk me to my car.
'We got back to my car, and the guy brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, before allowing his fingertips to travel down my jaw. He slowly leaned in, giving me every chance to stop him, and before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine, a gentle, tender pressure. One of his hands snaked around the back of my neck, drawing my mouth to his. The other wrapped around my waist, drawing me closer as our bodies molded together. My hands went to the back of his neck, drawing him closer.' I chanced a glance over at Damon. He was staring as if transfixed at the fire. I continued.
'You paused. You were so sure that I would resist that for a moment you went still. I urged you with gentle touches, with a murmur against your lips, not to stop. Your tongue gently pressed aginst my lower lip, asking for access. I gave it gladly. Our tongues danced together as your gentlness blossomed into a more demanding urgency. You backed me up until my back was pressed against the car door. Your hands went to my waist, lifting me up, while my legs wound around your waist. My hand was tangled in your hair, while the other was under your shirt. You shivered and pulled me even closer. Your hands had just started to undo the bottom buttons on my shirt, when the heavens opened. Laughing, you placed me gently on the ground, our lips still locked. Our foreheads rested together as I opened my eyes to find myself lost in a sea of ice blue. I smiled as you pressed your lips against my forehead. Then, you whispered my name and you were gone.' I looked up. Damon was still staring at the fire. He was almost a statue, except for his gentle breathing. He felt my gaze on his face and turned his head towards me. He nodded at me to continue.
' In those two hours Damon, I told you more about myself than I have ever told Stefan. And I learnt more about you than I ever have about Stefan. I love you, Damon.' I breathed a sigh of relief when Damon smiled and moved closer to me on the couch.
'Elena.' He whispered as he tilted my chin up so that my lips met his. Our kiss deepened and grew more intense the longer we sat there. My hands twisted in his hair and his one of his hands cupped my cheek, while the other wrapped itself around my waist to the small of my back, bowing my body against his. Damon broke his lips away from mine and allowed them to trail down my neck and back up as he whispered 'where's the nearest bedroom?'
'Opposite the staircase at the top.' I breathed, as Damon picked me up, my legs tangling around his waist as he carried me upstairs, kicking the bedroom door open and shut behind him.
As soon as the door was shut, Damon lay me on my back in the middle of the bed as he settled his weight on top of me, undoing the belt on my dress. As soon as my belt was undone, I used my vampire speed to flip us so that I was straddling him as I undid his shirt. His shirt fell off his shoulders as he flipped us so that he was once again on top of me as he pulled the straps of my dress down over my shoulders before carefully pulling the dress off me and throwing it over his shoulder. Once his pants were on the floor with his shirt and my dress, our lips connected again as he hooked an arm behind my back to undo my bra. My hands fell to the waistband of his boxers as I pulled them off. My hands trailed from the small of Damon's back, up to his shoulder blades as he pulled my underwear off. Our tongues tangoed together as he sweeped himself inside me. Our bodies fit together as if they were two puzzle pieces meant for each other. Our love making was paced and rythymic. Once we had both fallen over the edge, we lay together, Damon's arms wrapped around my waist, my head resting on Damon's chest, my hand tracing patterns across his abs.
'I love you Damon.' I said as I tilted my face to his and smiled. He smiled back as he gently kissed me.
' I love you too Elena. Get some slepp, I promise I will still be here when you wake up.'
'You better be, or there will be hell to pay.' With that, we both fell asleep with a smile on our faces.