A/n Ok. This is an au story about if Damon was Elena's teacher… with a bit of a twist. Songfic.
"Mr. Salvatore…" said Elena in a seductive voice after class.
"Elena. Can I help you?" he replied, oblivious. He walked over to his desk, sat down, and opened a book he had sitting there.
Elena saunters over to her history teacher. "Well I was wondering if you could help me a bit…" she says as she takes the book from his hands and sets it on his desk.
Put down the playbook cuz the things I want to show you can't be written down
She sits on a desk close to where he is sitting and crosses her legs in her short dress.
"What do you need help with?" he asks slightly uncomfortable and turned on.
She hopped lithely off the desk and waked over to him and sits on his lap.
"Elena…" he says nervously, but still firmly, "this is highly inappropriate behavior…"
He barely finishes his sentence when she firmly plants a kiss on his lips.
He kisses back, much to her surprise.
Let my lips do the teaching.
She goes to take off his shirt. He complies, and starts unzipping the back of her dress as the kiss grows more intense. He moves her to sit more comfortably on his lap.
Turn off the camera kick your shoes off for this scene; you should be sitting down, yes sitting close enough for reaching
She breaks the kiss, causing a low whine escape from Damon's lips, to turn off the lamp on his desk.
Turn down the lamp for the last page has been turned when the dawns breaking through we can stop and review all the lessons you have learned.
'Cuz history is made at night so close the books turn off the light and listen let my heart be the teacher no one here to disapprove as we review the lessons you've been missing let the moon be our only light 'cuz history is made at night
He reconnects the kiss, slipping is tongue into her mouth as she raised her hands from his shoulders to his dark hair, pulling his head closer to her. He moves his hands down to her hips pulling her closer to him as well. She pulse back once more to look at his handsome face and slightly parted red lips.
I see the questions burning in your eyes or is it just reflections of the stars high above you
She stands up to take off her dress, but he puts his hand gently on her arm to stop her.
"I'm your teacher… we shouldn't be doing this… it's wrong." he says unwillingly.
I'm just a student and I hope you wont be shy please make corrections, yeah, on the sweetest way to love you
"You don't really mean that." She says with a smirk. She goes to take the dress off again, he stops her once again.
"Yes, I do. I think it's best if you leave." He says running his hand through his hair, trying to locate his shirt.
"fine." She says, zipping back up the back of her dress, stalking out of the room.
"Damn it." Damon says as he hits the desk, finally finding his shirt under it and putting it back on as he attempts to fix his hair.
a/n ok… tell me what you thought. This was a bit spontaneous. Tell me if I should continue it.