Elena sighed. Her golden hair flowed like silk down to waist. Undressing, she stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water. Relaxation, began to take over as the hot water, enriched her senses, allowing her mind go blank. The sweet scent of lavender surrounded her. Hands were gently massaging her scalp clean, every so often across her nicely, toned shoulders, even a finger traced down her neck. Elena moaned softly.
Only then did she realize that those weren't her own. Turning around, Elena was met with a naked, wet smirking, Damon Salvatore. Clearly he was smug to be caught.
Elena was outraged. Her face felt hot, but Damon had her corned to the wall. She couldn't move. Damon stepped closer, his hands sliding on delicate hips. Elena gave a small gasp. Pulling her against his body Damon began to rub Elena, his hands roaming her backside, grabbing the soap washed her clean. Not even saying a word.
Elena pushed him away, but Damon was quick and pinned her wrists to the bathroom tile. "How dare you? Why are you doing this? GET OFF OF ME YOU SICK BASTARD!" Elena struggled but it was no use. Her screams and threats of telling Stefan were only met by Damon's laughter.
"Would you relax? I'm not going to hurt you. Go ahead tell your Saint Stefan what I did, see what I care." Damon said releasing her.
Elena felt tears well up in her eyes, turning her head away she felt liquid run down her cheeks. Damon cupped her face, wiping the tears with his thumb.
"Don't cry. I did this because you want it too." Elena looked at him, he was still smirking, but there was sadness in his eyes.
"I don't want anything to do with you. Leave now-. "Damon crushed his lips against Elena's. When Elena tried to pull away Damon leaned in further. Elena didn't move not even when is hands roamed her body. Damon worried he may have suffocated her.
He was never so glad to be wrong.
Elena wrapped her legs around his silm, muscular frame. Wrapping her arms around his neck she opened her mouth giving Damon the access he wanted. Tongues swallowed on another, Elena began grinding into Damon, making him growl and slam her harder into the shower wall. Both pulled away, breathing in as much oxygen as they could manage.
"Damon…" Elena whimpered. She could feel his hardness around her leg. She rubbed herself harder against him. Damon moaned deep in his throat.
"Relax. Let me take care of you." Damon unwrapped Elena from his body, knowing if he didn't he'd take her right there.
Capturing her lips with his own, Damon trailed his mouth down her throat, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. Moving down her chest Damon began sucking at her breasts, Elena's soft groans and sounds of pleasure filled the tiny bathroom. Elena grabbed his face and kissed him hard, and thrust her hips against his.
Making it clear that she needed it now. Groaning, Damon pulled away and held her petite frame against the bathroom wall. He entered her. Damon kissed Elena, covering her small gasps.
"Move." She urged against his lips. Grunting Damon thrust into her, over and over. Lips crushing against one another's once more. Elena thrust upward joining him. Damon went untamed and thrust in as hard as he could.
Elena screamed. Their names were cried out as their orgasms reached their ecstasy.
They fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, on the shower floor. Both unaware of the running hot water.