A/N: Back with another story for you guys and especially those of you who love Delena.
Rated M mainly for sexual content.
I barely changed anything, except for some of the relationships.. but you'll notice that throughout the chapters.
Now please enjoy.
Chapter 1: Not My Day.
Getting into the car of a total stranger, first mistake.
But now she sat on the hood of said car, her thighs wrapped around the slimmest part of his torso while his mouth worshipped the column of her throat.
Her fingers fastened in the strands of his hair and tugged hard at the feeling of something sharp grazing her neck, she gasped and was about to pull back to glance at him when his hand suddenly wiggled its way down the front of her rain-soaked jeans shorts and cupped the apex of her thighs.
She wanted to open her mouth and protest, but nothing but a moan parted her lips. She was hooked.
He was addictive. No one had ever made her feel that way and she couldn't help but grind her hips against his hand with a soft roll.
He chuckled and his second hand grabbed her hips and pinned her back to the hood of his Camaro. Elena didn't know this kind of treatment, she was used to working for her pleasure, but this guy, he was quite the giver.
Rubbing and circling her just right to make her twitch and trash within minutes. Her muscles clenched and she tugged his head against her chest for support while her jaw fell agape to let her voice the pleasure she was receiving.
When suddenly, his hot mouth closed around the peak of her breast through her wet shirt. Her nipple was nothing more than a hard tip against his tongue and she almost whined out loud as he sucked on it, increasing the vibrations that still hummed through her body from her orgasm.
She wanted him, no, she needed him. With every fast and hard beat of her heart. No one had ever made her thighs tremble like that and she was sure that the rain and the fact that she was out on top of a car in the middle of a rather cold summer night were not the reason that she couldn't hold still.
She had to stop him before this went any further, but whenever she tried to, he did something to toss her right back into that heavenly pool of pleasure.
This was wrong. She knew it was.
But before she could think about consequences and what this would probably lead to, her shorts were gone and he had her panties tugged to the side.
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3 Days later.
"What do you think your game will be like?" Elena asked him, his arm supporting her lazily as she hung by his side, nuzzling into his cheek.
He smiled warmly, cocked an eyebrow at her in a funny way and shook his head. "We're going to win, of course. We've been training for this for month."
"Go Timber Wolfs!" Elena cheered playfully, smoothing her cheerleading uniform down her frame.
"Alright, Elena. You need to go now, I have to get onto the field.." He answered, pecking her lips sweetly before his arms left her and she nodded.
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Damon wouldn't believe his eyes. Had he just seen right? This must be a dream. Or rather, a nightmare.
He watched Elena move, her slender legs – the legs that had been wrapped around his hips while he had pounded into her trembling, trashing, moaning body, just two nights ago – taking her towards the bunch of mothers with snacks and drinks.
She tossed a few dollar bills onto the table and grabbed one of the cups that was labeled 'Orange Juice'. Sweet, he thought. That hadn't been the kind of drink that her mouth had tasted like that night.
Damon's icy blue eyes followed her closely, watching her as she moved back to the rest of the cheerleaders, he turned his head slightly and caught her chatting about school and her parents and homework.
Then, his gaze followed hers and he caught the sight of his brother. The guy she had just kissed minutes ago and Damon shook his head with an ironic smirk. That little bitch. Did she even know whose brother she had fucked there two night ago?
The irony, though. He had stopped by the side of the road, because a young woman walking the side of the road, in the forest, in the middle of the night, with no one near them, was the perfect snack. All that foreplay he had given her to get her blood boiling, pleasure-soaked and delicious had just been an appetizer.
But she had been so alluring that he found himself wanting more – more screams, more moans, more, just more of her. So he had fucked her, rocked her world real good, better than anyone ever had, probably. Just to find out, that he had almost killed his brother's girlfriend.
The fact that he almost had killed her, didn't really bother him, in contrary even, if he had killed her, he would have wanted to do it intentionally. He didn't care if he hurt his little brother, because in over 100 years, a lot of hurting happens and one more girl wouldn't have changed anything in this fucked up family.
It did bother him, however, that this meant that she was out of reach. He had known that something was up, because sometimes, she wanted to push him away, but all he had to do was take her to another level then. Use his mouth on her, stroke her slow, tease her and make her beg for that orgasm and she had long forgotten all about what had been on her mind.
It certainly wasn't impossible to get her back into his bed, but it would be harder now.
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The Timber Wolfs were close to winning and darkness had taken a hold of the football field, for which Elena was rather thankful, because after their last cheerleading performance, she was sweating. She loved summer and even though her skin glistened from jumping and cheering, she loved the warmth that still radiated in the air.
"We haven't been playing this well in month!" Bonnie tugged on Elena's arm. "And the game is almost over!" She jumped slightly, pulling Elena along.
"Yes, I know.." She laughed. "God, I'm dried out."
"Me too." Bonnie let her tongue hang out slightly, pouting.
"Wait here, I'll get us something." Elena turned, her head staying on Bonnie just a moment longer before she headed for the drinks stand again.
And once again, Damon watched her toss money on the table and reach for the cups. He pocketed his hipflask, which was filled with some of his finest bourbon and ghosted forth, passing people faster than they could have blinked.
Elena grabbed the two cups and turned, crashing into a brick wall of a man's chest with a loud gasp. A strong hand caught her slim upper arm and held her tight, because otherwise she would have fallen.
"I'm so sorry, oh my god." She glanced from the wet tips of her shoes to his chest, afraid that she had spilled her water over him as well, only to discover that there was not a single spot on his shirt and even if there had been, she probably wouldn't have been able to spot it, due to the fact that his shirt was pitch black and stretched over the hard muscles of his chest.
He wasn't as broad as Stefan, but he was taller and had her swallowing the water that filled her mouth.
She thought that the air was stuck in her lungs now, but when she lifted her eyes to glance at his face, everything inside of her drained. It was him.
"Hey, babe." He chuckled smugly, his hand still tight around her arm.
She immediately struggled away from him, her head spinning to check if anyone had noticed them. She knew they didn't know about what she had done and she still felt watched. It made her feel so guilty. Today was the first time since.. it happened.. that she hadn't thought about that night because she was distracted and busy with Stefan's football game. Stefan. Her boyfriend.
But here was he, standing broad and hot in front of her, cocky and in all of his sex-god glory.
"What are you doing here?" She hissed at him, taking another step back. She didn't want to be seen with him, even though she was 100% sure that no one here knew him. "And how did you even find me?" She demanded.
Damon rolled his eyes as his lips curled up into a smirk. "My, my, why so curious?" He laughed under his breath, lifting his hand to tug a strand of her hair behind her ear and admire the lovely shape of her face – before his hand had even came anywhere close to her, she had slapped it away, harder than he would have thought.
The pain was minor, but he shook his palm slightly, narrowing his eyes at her.
"Stop it." Elena warned him, pointing a finger at him. And for the first time since she had met him, she realized that she had no idea what his name was.
Damon ignored the sudden look of confusion and shock on Elena's face, the way her eyes widened and her pointing finger lowered itself slightly, like she forgot about it. "Stop what?"
His voice ripped her back into reality and she took a moment to reply. "I'm not your babe."
"Oh, I could see that.. very clearly." Damon's voice changed its tone and took the hint of a threat while his head tilted to one side, mustering her in a rather negative manner.
Elena was taken aback. She would have never expected to see him again after that night and least of all, she would have expected him to react like this. "What do you want from me?" She asked him, shrugging her shoulders cluelessly and slightly pissed-off. "I don't owe you anything."
"Is that so?" Damon's voice had lowered to the point that Elena was actually seriously paying attention to what he was saying and even more so once he stood a bold step towards her once more, closing the space between the two of them.
The way he was standing in front of her, the way his chest rumbled quietly. He was so confident and slow, she was pinned to his eyes. And then she felt it. His index traveled up her bare thigh and very, very slowly, he wrapped a few digits around her cheerleading skirt.
Her brows perked in a helpless manner as her glance lowered and she looked down on his hands on her. They were rough and it brought back memories.
And then his warm voice fanned over the shell of her ear. "I wonder what your boyfriend thinks about.. ownership.."
She hadn't expected this and her eyes pleaded with him as her gaze climbed up his body once more. "What do you want from me?"
She was absolutely vulnerable. And he loved every second of it.
He hadn't intended on torturing her. Heck, he had even left her alive after sleeping with her. Which had not been part of his original plan at all. But he found her to be addictive that night and had secretly hoped to see her again.
Thinking of it, he probably wouldn't have been able to kill her anyway or at least not by draining her of his blood, seeing as she's dating his brother and he had probably poised her food with vervain.
Damon smirked a sarcastic little smirk at her question, pulling back from her. The relief on her face was obvious and yet, she still looked as if he had physically hurt her.
"Nothing." He raised his hands, stepping backwards away from her with a dark chuckle.
Elena's face was painted with confusion and a hint of annoyance as she furrowed her slender eyebrows at him.
He just chuckled, though and turned around to disappear between other kids and parents, when suddenly, warm arms encircled her and drew her against an all too familiar chest and thin lips pressed against her cheek. "We won!"
Elena was so out of it that it took her a moment to realize that Stefan was the one hugging and kissing her. She turned her head and kissed him back briefly, her mind was off, but her lips worked. And when she looked back to the spot, where Damon had just stood and smirked at her, he was gone and no matter how long she scanned the area, he was completely gone.
"I'll go party with the boys, now." Stefan smiled at her, patting her cheek. "I'll see you back at my car later, yes?"
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He was almost 20 minutes late and Elena was getting impatient as she tapped her fingers against the cool outside of his car, grumbling quietly. There was no one except her anymore and she could glance out onto the empty and still brightly lit football field.
Where the heck was Stefan staying?
She glanced down at her legs, she was still in her uniform and there it was, like a scar. The place he had touched. The thought made her skin burn and she sighed.
"Need a ride?" The dark voice rang in her left ear and Elena almost jumped out of her own skin.
She caught her breath and glared at Damon, who stood leaning against the car. "That's not funny."
"It worked the last time." He wiggled his eyebrows and she marched forth towards him and grabbed him by his muscular shoulder.
"We are going this way." She pushed him onto the middle of the football field and into the shadows of the spectator's stand. She didn't wanna be see with him, which meant that she couldn't talk to him at Stefan's car.
He let her drag him. If he had flexed one muscle, she wouldn't have been able to move him another inch, but it amused him. This bossy side of her.
"You and I?" She pointed back and forth between their bodies. "A mistake."
Damon laughed and shook his head, mimicking her motions. "You and I?" His smirk dripping cockiness. "A match made in heaven."
She frowned at him, almost angrily when suddenly another voice rang from behind them. "Elena?"
Stefan. Shit.
Elena panicked and Damon's smirk only rose.
"You wait here until we are gone." Elena pointed at him and Stefan repeated her name on the other side of the field.
"What if I don't?" Damon teased her, cocking his thick, dark eyebrow smugly.
She ignored his question, glancing at him in a rather serious manner. "Can I trust you?" She whispered, her voice weak.
Damon swallowed. Not what he had expected. Finally, he raised his palms, stepping back further into the darkness, from where he watched Elena leave.
"Elena.." He whispered, letting the name roll off his tongue as he watched her walk towards Stefan, who slapped his palms against his thighs, asking where she had been. Instead of answering her boyfriend, though, she just pecked his lips, stroking his cheek with her palm before she turned her head to glance at Damon once more.
He was sure she couldn't see him and wondered if she was just checking whether he had come after her or not.
Both of them then climbed into Stefan's car and the headlights of his car flashed across the football field as Stefan turned the wheels and took off with Elena.
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Elena hadn't slept at Stefan's place. Her aunt would have never agreed to that and Stefan was too much of a gentleman to disobey the rules that Elena's aunt had set.
So first thing in the morning, she had gotten ready to visit him at his house, the old Boarding House outside of Mystic Falls.
Slamming the door to her car shut, she stepped onto the little stair that led up to the front door and knocked twice, a bored expression on her face as she waited for Stefan to open the door.
She knew she wouldn't have to be afraid that his mother might open and find her there with a rude expression on her face, because Stefan's parents were always gone, working in the military he had said, without explaining it much.
It had been three month now, that they had been a couple and she still knew barely anything about him. Had never been at a family dinner, let alone meet any of his family.
The door finally opened and Elena's lips turned into a small smile before instantly dropping into the angriest expression she had ever sported in all of her short life. "What are you doing here?"
She pushed Damon inside, staring at him with wide eyes.
How did he dare? Was he trying to weasel his way into her life by getting closer to Stefan? Her boyfriend? Was he a stalker? What kind of fucked up shit was he trying to pull here?
"I'm sorry." Damon exclaimed loudly and smirked his damn trademark smirk. "I'm Damon, Stefan's brother…" He explained and Elena through she was falling from the sky and through all clouds she had ever been on while she was with Stefan.
Speaking of Stefan. He appeared behind Damon, drying his hair with a towel. "Hey.." His voice was low and apologetic.
And Elena tried to get herself together, because she was in one room with the guy she loved and the guy she had hooked up with just four days ago.
"He didn't tell me he had a brother." She choked out and swallowed.
"Well, Stefan's not one to brag." Stefan shrugged his shoulders in the background and Damon ignored them both, grinning on. "You must be Elena."
A/N: Stay tuned for more and follow me if you're interested in a Jurassic World/Delena cross-over that I might post after my Bulgaria vacation next week.