This was written for the VD Kink Meme over at LJ, and it will possibly become a two-shot. Hope you enjoy. ;)
Prompt: Elena doesn't know how to masturbate, so Caroline teaches her how to do it.
Elena isn't sure what possessed her to call Caroline. She considers her boredom, her stress, and possibly even her collective loneliness, but one answer alone doesn't seem to suit her situation adequately enough. The fact of the matter is, she had just needed a girls' night. With or without Bonnie (who's currently off visiting relatives), Elena knows she needs this.
So, as they sit, perched on Elena's bed, clad in their usual pajama shorts and tank tops, Elena does everything within her power to contain a rather mighty exhale.
"Why so glum, chum?" Caroline chirrups coyly, peeping up at Elena from a cheerfully upside-down view. Elena smiles thoughtfully at her, amused by the way that the other girl currently lies: spread-eagled with her legs propped up against Elena's headboard.
"I don't know," Elena answers honestly, shrugging her shoulders.
At this declaration, Caroline perks up almost instantly. Shifting to her side, she rolls her body up until she's essentially sitting in a lazy slouch.
"Okay, Elena," she fixes Elena with a stern but knowing stare. "Cut the crap. What's up?"
There's both humor and genuine concern in Caroline's voice. Elena sighs again before propping her chin on her drawn-up knees.
"Just stress, I guess. Tension."
For a moment, Caroline says nothing at all. In fact, by the way that her eyes narrow just slightly, she appears to be assessing Elena; and this, for whatever reason, makes the latter a bit uneasy.
Then, as if on cue, Caroline stirs.
"So, why haven't you discussed this with Stefan?" queries Caroline, her eyebrows wriggling in a manner that can only be described as suggestive.
Truly baffled, Elena knits her own eyebrows.
"I- Stef... what?" pursing her lips into a hard line, she lifts her head from its resting place on her knees. "What does Stefan have to do with this?"
"Uh, everything," Caroline nearly snorts as she draws her legs beneath her to better face Elena. "That's what boyfriends are for, Elena! Tension and stress relief, hello!"
It takes a moment to register, for it all to click, but when it does, Elena is sure that her olive skin has gone from its healthy glow to a shining array of bright, bright rose.
"Caroline!"
"What?" Caroline is smirking now, clearly pleased by the rise she's gotten out of Elena.
"Stefan and I are not dating," Elena says poignantly, lowering her voice for reasons unknown to even her. At this, Caroline rolls her eyes.
"So?"
"So?" her brown eyes threaten to pop from their sockets. "Care, I don't want t- it's not- ... just, no."
"What, are you saying you'd prefer to call on Damon to take care of your... needs?"
Without conscious thought, Elena has grasped the nearest object (a small decorative pillow) and is throwing it straight for the Caroline's head.
"Car - o - line!"
"E - le - na," Caroline trills back humorously, catching the pillow by means of her supernatural reflexes before it even has a chance to graze her cheek. "Look, my preference for your choice of boyfriend aside, when it comes to tension, it doesn't really matter who gives it so long as it's given."
Still flustered beyond belief, Elena wets her lips, afraid to indulge Caroline in whatever direction she's heading.
"Okay. I know I'll regret this, but... what are you talking about?" she exhales, quirking one eyebrow at Caroline.
"I'm saaaying, if you can't get some, give some to yourself," when Elena doesn't respond, Caroline tosses her hands up in sarcastic dismay. "Oh, come on! Seriously? Elena, you're eighteen-years-old. Masturbating. I'm talking about masturbating."
Elena isn't sure how it's possible, but she's sure she's redder than before - or, quite possibly, maroon, at this point. Even so, Caroline is quick to apprehend her again for her hesitation.
"Don't tell me you don't know what masturbating is, because I won't bel-"
"Of course I do! Care, I'm not a virgin," Elena cuts in swiftly, a little irritated.
"I know that, but that doesn't have anything to do with masturbation," There's a beat, and then: "Well, not particularly, anyway. Or... oh, well you know what I mean! Look, the point is. Do you?"
"Masturbate?" the word leaves Elena's mouth without her comprehension, but her cheeks still burn. "I- well- like you said, I'm eighteen-"
"Oh, my god-"
"Caroline!"
"Oh, my god, Elena! Are you serious right now?" from the gigantic smile blooming on Caroline's face, Elena wonders if her face will crack. She is far too smug, and the embarrassment (no longer as good-natured as before) is thick at the pit of Elena's stomach.
"You've never had an orgasm by yourself?" Caroline inquires, incredulous.
"Of course I have," murmurs Elena defensively.
"Okay, so then you've masturbated."
"Not... exactly," combing her teeth over her bottom lip, Elena withholds another heavy exhale. "It's just... when I'm really... in the mood, I just sort of- I don't know, move against something and... that's all it takes."
The look on Caroline's face suggests that she's analyzing Elena yet again. Strangely, this draws not only nervousness but muted excitement from Elena, and she isn't quite sure why.
"So, you've never used your fingers... or anything like that?"
"I mean, a little but not really. I don't really... do that kind of stuff."
This particular revelation pulls a laugh from deep within Caroline's belly.
"Wow, really?" she can barely contain herself to continue. "Oh, god, Elena, you're a saint. Seriously. I don't know what I'd do without a little self-love."
Feeling hot again (and in more way than one, now), Elena crosses her arms loosely over her chest.
"It's not my fault. I just never really..."
"Really, what? Learned?" the last word is uttered as something improbable, a lame afterthought. However, when the silence grows between them again and Caroline realizes that this is, in fact, the reality of the situation, she almost catapults herself off the bed.
"What? No way!"
To save her breath, Elena just nods in defeat, growing tired of dancing around the subject.
"Well, we have to teach you, then!"
From red to maroon, Elena now tries her hand at a rather distinctive shade of purple.
"T-teach me? Here? Now?"
"Duh! Where else?" at this point, Caroline is all but panther-crawling toward Elena, and honestly, the latter contemplates backing straight off the bed and falling on her ass for the determined look in her friend's eyes. "Come on, Elena! It's not a big deal. Remember, growing up? You, me, and Bonnie used to practice kissing and stuff all the time. Besides," and her voice lowers to a dull purr while the right corner of her lip twitches upward with more satisfaction than Elena can handle. "Vampire senses, remember? I can smell that you want to."
"Caroline!" Elena shrieks, limbs jerking instinctively back as she works to grab something, anything, to keep her on the bed. "That's–"
"Look, let's just be real here for a second. You're all hot and bothered and desperately in need of a little action, and well, as a vampire, to be honest, so am I. All. the. freakin'. time. I don't even have to touch you if you don't want. I'll just show you how, Elena. God, you're just one big ball of stress, and lord knows you could use a little T.L.C. and–"
"Okay, Care!" yelps Elena, her muscles more tense than ever before. "Okay. Okay."
Leering toward her, Caroline rears back on her haunches to clap excitedly.
"Yay! Awesome, okay." Abruptly very studious, she sniffs, sitting straighter. "Why don't we start with a little foreplay first? I'll even let you pretend I'm Stefan- or Damon! Whoever, I don't care."
Cradling her head in her hands, Elena groans, barely acknowledging Caroline for several, long moments.
"Come one, Elena! Take this seriously, or I will use my vampire strength to pin you to this bed!" though she sounds playful, the suggestive undertone of the threat is there, as well. Licking her lips again, Elena dares to look up and over at her.
She doesn't say anything else as she uses her hands to propel herself slowly and uncertainly over to Caroline. They lock eyes, and then, for a moment, everything seems suspended in time.
Somewhere, however, in the midst of Elena's rushed heartbeats, their lips meet, searing yet slow at first. While Caroline's lips aren't unfamiliar, it has been years since Elena and she have done anything even remotely like this. So, Elena eases into it, distantly aware of the differences she notices between kissing Caroline and kissing Stefan, Damon, or even Matt.
Caroline's lips are soft and lush. As Elena shifts to press her right palm to the left side of the other girl's face, she arches her back just as Caroline's legs spread invitingly. Elena slips between them without breaking the kiss and, truly, without thinking. Initially, she finds herself unaccustomed to the sensation of being on top, for once. But it's... exciting, to say the very least.
Nevertheless, she becomes rightfully distracted as Caroline's tongue ghosts along the surface of her lips, hungering for more. This elicits a deep-throated moan from Elena that the girl in question has no time to feel ashamed of, because Caroline's got her pinned to the bed less than a second later while their mouths part in tandem.
Caroline's knee then seeks friction between Elena's thighs, and Elena finds herself moaning urgently into the blonde's mouth. Their mouths part as both girls discover one another panting, though only one of them is truly in need of oxygen. In this brief pause, Caroline nips lightly at Elena's bottom lip with blunt teeth, all while she keeps a steady rhythm of rolling her knee against the moist center of the human girl's pajama bottoms.
The heat and tension between Elena's legs only grows, and as she throws her head back faintly, revealing her sensitive neck to Caroline, the former takes this as a summons. She nibbles just beneath her jaw before kissing down, down, down to the inviting lines of Elena's collarbone. It's here that she stops, much to Elena's chagrin.
"Care," she groans, hips unconsciously bucking up against Caroline's retreating knee.
"Who's the teacher here?" purrs Caroline, stealing one quick kiss from Elena's lips as she draws her up to sit. "And you're the student, remember? So, how do you want to do this? Shorts and panties on? Off? A little of both?"
Elena's head is spinning. At this point of her arousal, she can only think of that sweet release just beyond the horizon. She's all but forgotten the concept of shame.
"Off," Elena slurs in agitation as she hooks her own fingers around the waistbands of both her thin shorts and lacy black panties. She is sliding them down her toned legs and casting them onto the floor as though it's what she was made to do.
Hovering ever near, Caroline is watching, silently appreciating the view with a darkness in her eyes that alludes to a more erotic need.
"Okay, now, come here. Your back to me," instructs Caroline, as she moves to sit with her back pressed to Elena's headboard. As she spreads her legs, she pats the empty space between them, and for once, Elena doesn't question her. She does as she's told, quietly aware of the heat that greets her backside as her ass melds to the delicate place between Caroline's own legs. The sigh of appreciation that falls from Caroline's lips isn't lost on Elena's human ears, either.
Gently gathering Elena's hair, Caroline pushes it all to rest over her right shoulder. She then moves to press her lips just a breath behind the brunette's left ear. The unexpected rush of hot air causes Elena to shudder delightfully.
"Lean back against me if you want to," she murmurs to Elena. As though mesmerized, Elena can't even fathom to resist, and she does as instructed yet again. "Now take your right hand and use either your middle and forefinger or middle and ring finger; it doesn't matter... Are you wet?"
Elena can feel Caroline's smirk against her ear.
Of course she's wet. Both of them know that without any touch necessary, but that doesn't stop Elena from seeing for herself. The first contact of the pads of her fingers against her wet lips makes her hips cant up sharply. Her body's blatant desperation already consumes her.
"Are you?" Caroline asks again, shifting a bit from behind Elena.
"Yes," Elena breathes, teasing her folds until she's breathing even harder than before.
"Good," her friend hums as her hands find their purchase on either of Elena's mid-arms. "Okay, if you want, you can to tease yourself a little bit, insert a finger or two..." though she trails off, Elena doesn't need to be told more than once. Hungry for touch, for sexual satisfaction, she arches up somewhat to slide one finger inside of herself at first. Caroline supports her, her fingertips aiming to turn Elena's skin white where they bear down against it.
Curling her finger inside of herself, Elena's breath hitches fast in her throat. A shrill whimper dies off as her lips part, and her hips rise again. She takes this opportunity to move a second finger past her warm, moist entrance.
"Fuck," she curses, and this evokes an immediate and unanticipated growl of delight from Caroline. "I need to-" Elena's hips jerk once, erratically. "I need to come, Care."
"Then move your fingers up to your clit," the words are sung lasciviously into Elena's ear, and she nearly comes then and there for the way that Caroline's breath pools just behind the dome of her ear. Even before her fingers (entirely soaked in her come) slide out of her pussy, Elena expects that the first contact with her clit will be brutal in the most mind-blowing way.
Thankfully and unsurprisingly, she's right. The mere sensation, the slightest pressure, of her fore- and middle fingers upon her clit sends her head tipping violently back over Caroline's left shoulder and her hips rolling forward into her hand. Behind her, Caroline sucks in a deep breath just as her hands shift down to rest closer to Elena's elbows.
"That's it," she encourages her. "Now move your fingers however it feels best: slow, fast, hard soft, up and down, sideways, in a circle..."
Once more, her voice fades, and all Elena can focus on is the pressure building, hard and fast in her pelvis. Right now, anything but quick and moderate isn't going to cut it. So, she opts for a swift pace with a medium amount of pressure.
Sweat builds behind her knees and above her brows, and she discovers her left hand fumbling blindly for a hold on Caroline's left leg for support. Her body is trembling as her right hand works fiercely toward the inevitable climax that she so craves, that she needs. In her mind, she is met with images of both Caroline and, oddly enough, Damon. She conjures up both of them: Caroline nibbling on her neck and cupping her right breast as Damon lowers down, trailing hot, wet kisses all the way to her aching center.
Numbness greets her briefly, and she knows she's nearly there. Her movements become frantic, desperate, as she claws and reaches for that ultimate goal. With her nipples hard beneath her thin cami, her hips jerk against her capable hand. Still leaning back against Caroline, she barely recognizes how her friend has gripped onto her hips; silently egging her on as the blonde, too, unintentionally bucks her against Elena's ass for a bit of friction of her own.
It's this thought that at last sends her over the edge. She comes hard and fast with an explosion of white-hot fire roaring at the pit of her stomach and igniting each of her veins individually from the top of her head all the way down to her toes. Elena cries out, arcing off Caroline and the bed as her body seems to take on a mind of its own in the throes of her pleasure. She rides out her orgasm thoroughly, her fingers thrumming and slipping over her clit appreciatively while her hips thrust up again and again.
It's only after the final waves have gone that she collapses into Caroline's waiting arms breathing harder than she is sure she ever has.
"God, Elena," Caroline marvels softly, brushing her thumbs over the flushed, moistened skin of her friend's arms.
Fatigue tugs at every muscle of Elena's body as her heart drums wildly in her chest. The blood is absolutely roaring in her ears. Utterly spent, she can only grin hazily at Caroline's candid exclamation.
"Thanks," she whirrs, her tongue moving inelegantly against the roof of her mouth. If it hadn't been for Caroline's arms, she would have surely fallen back against the bed, entirely overcome by her wonderfully overwhelming release.
Then, on a whim, Elena thinks to add:
"You know, you make a pretty good teacher... Miss Forbes."
"You think?" Caroline is grinning again, too. "Well, it's been known to happen. Especially where sex ed is concerned."
The pair giggles, with Elena sounding drunker than she has probably ever actually been in her entire life. On shaky limbs, though, she tries to pry herself from Caroline's loose hold if only to face her halfway.
"But now," Elena smirks while the heat rapidly reenters her body as she hovers deliberately over Caroline. Her long-ignored lust has taken hold of every last strand of her consciousness and made quite the beast – or, more specifically, vixen – of her. "The student's got a little bit of catching up and extra credit to do. Don't you think?"