Okay, so this is my first story so please be kind. I wrote it in traditional novel style, so the lines of the characters are in the same paragraph, not separate lines. This story starts off slow, but smut will be coming later in chapters. Also, it may seem far fetched for this to happen, but it's fanfiction, which means that I can mold the story however I wish, so without further a do, my story.
Let's Play Pretend
Chapter One - Where is Elena?
It was dark and shadowy, what else was new in mystic falls, but it seemed like tonight was especially mysterious because something felt like it was missing. Something seemed off balance in the universe. This could only mean one thing, Elena. Damon learned that anytime he had a sneaking suspicion, it was almost always Elena's fault. He would've asked Stefan where she was, but he would have no clue. Stefan was off being the ripper with Klaus again, trying to find more hybrids, this time, he wasn't sure if Stefan would return, he had gone too far. Damon raced to the door to grab his jacket, and on the table was a note, from Elena! "Damon, I've gone to find Stefan, I need him now more than ever." "Fuck," Damon exclaimed, just when he thought he had her. Feelings had started, and now they were gone? He felt disappointed, in himself, and in Elena. And, yet, he still decided to find her.
He leapt from his car at the edge of Wickery Bridge. He wanted to see if Elena had stolen Stefan's car that sat at the edge as cops had tried to mark his licence plate. Imagine, Stefan, a speed demon? Only, the car was still there. "Dammit!" Damon exclaimed again. He leaned over the edge of the bridge with his arms folded and gave his trademark smirk to the water below. Damon was tired of cleaning up his brother's messes. Only, when he looked into the water, he no longer saw his reflection, but blood, coming up from the bottom. It didn't smell like animal blood, and at this point, he wasn't taking any chances. He dove into the water to save who he assumed to be a dying police officer. One that had tried to pullover "the ripper" nights before. He grabbed the lifeless body out of the water only to discover that it was Elena!
He jumped back up onto the concrete bridge and started giving her CPR. The blood was coming from a small gash on her head, probably hit from a rock at the bottom of the lake. "Come on Elena! Don't do this to me!" Damon yelled at the top of his lungs. He couldn't help but be a little mad at Stefan for putting her into this situation. Elena wasn't waking up, she was slowly turning darker shades of blue as each breath went in. But then, all of a sudden, a miracle. One cough. Two. Three! Dark brown eyes suddenly opened wide as Damon jumped in surprise. She was still coughing as he patted her back and cradled her like a baby.
"Who are you?" Elena managed to spew the words from her lips as she kept coughing in fits. "Very funny Elena, you had me worried!" Damon snapped back. But Elena wasn't sure what he meant. "No seriously... how do you know my name?" she asked. Damon was shocked. She really didn't know who he was. "I'm Damon." "Oh, well, you already know I'm Elena, but I don't remember you at all!" Damon couldn't believe this. "Well, you live with me," he stated "So let's just get home and cleaned up, and then I'll explain the rest." Elena couldn't help but trust in those loving eyes that seemed to pierce her soul. Damon knew he could compel Elena into thinking he wasn't who he truly was, but that wouldn't be right, and Stefan, whenever he decided to return, would discredit such a thing. This however, was closer to a brand new start. The one he had always wanted.
He led her into the house and up the stairs to draw her a warm bath. "Damon?" she said with a shaky voice, "Are you sure about this?" Damon used his trademark smile and looked deep into her eyes with his bright blue eyes shining in the dim light of the bathroom. "Of course," he said, "we do this all the time." "Okay," Elena answered nervously as she started to undress herself taking off her soaking wet shirt that only made Damon stare a little more than usual. Then she took off her pants, that were also covered in dirt and water from being sunk in the lake. This is what he had always wanted, this is what he had waited for. Elena Gilbert, his brother's girl. All to himself. Finally.
She blushed a little from the breeze that hit her cold and nervous body. "Don't worry," Damon added, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Let me help you." He caressed her shoulder with his soft hands that only sent shivers down her spine. Carefully he pulled the tight elastics of her bra straps down her shoulder and breathed heavily on her neck. A tiny mew of enjoyment spilled from her lips. He undid the back of her bra with a skillful hand and it dropped to that floor in no time flat. "That's better," Damon said with a husky voice. "Now let's move on..." She kept facing the wall as Damon stood behind her achingly close, but he knew he would have to put in a little work before he reaped the rewards. "Damon," she said with a weary voice, almost trembling. "Trust me," he whispered back. Who couldn't trust that sexy voice? She relaxed a little bit as he hooked his fingers on the inside of her lace panties and slid them down until they reached her knees. Damon couldn't help but admire her ass, so round, he just wanted to sink his teeth into both cheeks. Even a non vampire would want to bite her ass. She stepped out of her panties and into the warm tub, still covering herself from Damon, but that was about to stop. Damon removed his shirt as Elena studied the water coming from the tap to adjust the temperature. But as soon as she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled, she whipped her head to the side only to see Damon removing his pants.
"Damon!" she gasped, almost angry. "It's fine!" he reassured her. "Well, at least tell me how we know each other first, for all I know, you could be my cousin!" Elena exclaimed. Damon couldn't help but laugh. His chuckle almost vibrated and Elena almost lost control, even though she didn't remember him, she wanted him. "I'm not your cousin, Elena," he answered with a hint of laughter still in his voice. "Then who are you?" she asked impatiently. "I'm your..." Damon hesitated, finally he was getting the chance to the three words he's wanted to say from the very first day they met. He cleared his throat, "I'm your... boyfriend."
He said it. No turning back. Although, why would he want to? Elena took a hard gulp as he slid his pants all the way down. "My... my boyfriend?" Elena shakily asked. "Yup. You're a very lucky girl!" he said sneakily. He slowly removed his boxers and that was that. Both of them naked, together, everything Damon had ever wanted was coming true. "I guess I am," Elena answered back. Damon tried to control himself as he stepped into the bathtub facing her, like he had with Andy, but this time, it was more special. All he wanted to do was jump on her and fuck her until she was breathless, but he knew he had to wait. He needed to make her more comfortable first. They would have to take it slow. But slow isn't one of Damon's specialties.