Our Little Secret- Rated R
Summary: Prompt from my own head. Contains adult/mature content. Read at own risk. TVD Delena season 2, Lemons. Dark, smirky Damon. Elena is with Stefan, but after one night with Damon, she wonders.
Chapter One
Elena closed her eyes and held her tummy. It was well after midnight she was sure, and she was alone sitting on the john in the Salvatore's lavish bathroom.
Stefan had left yesterday to fulfil another Klaus task, it was like Stefan was his lackey now.
Elena had gone to bed with an upset stomach, she must have been worried about everything because she couldn't go. It was like her bowels weren't working, or she just didn't have enough energy to relieve herself.
She tried again, her eyes squeezed shut, but she must of let out a small cry, because when she opened her eyes, the eldest Salvatore was staring back at her arms folded, icy-blue eyes narrowed.
Elena flushed bright red and pulled her blood-red sleep shorts to her tanned thighs and tried to look dignified.
"Did I wake you?" She said, and then damned herself for sounding so pathetic.
He didn't look happy, in fact, maybe she had sighed one too many times or had been humming too loud waiting for mother nature.
"I heard you struggling." He dead-panned. Elena's face burned.
"It's nothing." She admonished.
"It didn't sound like nothing." She heard the smirk in his voice. "What's wrong with you?"
Elena swallowed, and didn't dare to look him in the eye- how could a seventeen year old explain to vampire what was going on- they didn't need to use the bathroom- did they?
He glared at her with one eye brow raised, his impatient radiated through the dimly lit room.
Elena sighed admitting she knew Damon wouldn't let her off without an explanation.
"I'm...I'm constipated, okay?" She blurted out.
The humour went away in his face and he looked serious again, or mad, she couldn't tell.
There was silence, he seemed to be thinking about leaving, and that was fine with her, this couldn't be any more awkward.
"Do you want some help?" He finally asked. Elena blinked at him.
Maybe he had something to settle her stomach- but that train of thought died when she heard him unbuckle his leather belt.
"What are you doing?" She asked hiking up her short and standing up.
Damon slid his belt from his pants and dropped it on the tiled ground. "Fixing you up." Suddenly his pants were down and he was leaning her against the toilet and spoke softly.
"This is only going to hurt for a second."
She couldn't speak. He drilled his member straight into her bottom and started thrusting hard. She couldn't stop crying out at the sudden pressure, and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not.
Damon didn't cry out, grunt or moan, he just continued pumping in a slow, steady rhythm until he spilt inside her. He kissed her head tenderly.
She felt oddly robbed when he wiped himself, hiked his pants up and left closing the door.
What the hell was that? Elena wondered her heart hammering.
She didn't know why that happened, but it worked, and she did manage to go.
Later she flushed, washed her hands, and climbed into bed with a mug of chai-tea and thought of Stefan but dreamed of Damon instead.