This is another short story, although the chapters are long, in third person point of view. It's set in Pearl Harbor in the months following December 7th, 1941. For whatever reason, the image manager is having issues because when I try to upload a cover with the story name, all I get is a little x instead of a picture? I really, really hope that you'll enjoy this story. Please remember to review.
Chapter 1: 'Dear God' by Avenged Sevenfold.
Damon grabs Elena by the waist, lifting her in the air. Elena wraps her legs around his middle, securing her arms around his neck, kissing him at the same time. Damon reaches the bedroom in record time, breaking their kiss only when he tosses her onto the bed. With a quirk of his eyebrows, he creeps up her body like a predator cornering its prey. Pulling her lower lip into his mouth, Damon sucks on it till Elena pinches the skin of his ribs, causing him to release it. Determined, Damon fists the plackets of Elena's shirt, yanking it open, sending the buttons flying haphazardly across the hard wood floor. Before Elena can even blink, Damon reaches greedily for her breasts. First he pulls the bra cups down, revealing them to him. Fondling her bust with his hands, Damon squeezes her breasts together before burying his face in Elena's perfectly shaped bosom. Several moments pass with the man just breathing her in. Once Damon seemingly gets his bearings, he pulls her upright so that he can pull the shirt off and then work on ridding Elena of her bra entirely.
Once Elena is divested of her garments, freeing her breasts to his gaze, Damon lets out a deep, guttural noise that is almost feral as he works her nipples erect with his hands and his mouth. When Damon uses his teeth to graze one of her breasts, Elena whimpers aloud. Releasing it with a plop, Damon soothes the pain away with a swipe of his tongue. With him hovering above, Elena feels his turgid erection pressing onto her belly. That's all it takes for the heat to begin to grow and spread inside of her in anticipation of the pleasure he's soon going to give to the both of them.
"You're so exquisite, Elena," Damon whispers reverently as he stares down at her glistening core and gently runs his index finger down her thighs. A shiver of lust filled pleasure fills Elena's body and almost immediately goosebumps erupt all over her bare skin. With another quirk of his brows, Damon sinks down, pressing his face into Elena's center. Using his tongue, Damon teases the delicate flesh. The taste buds on his tongue providing a hint of friction. A husky moan leaves Elena's lips at his continued ministrations. Needing purchase, she unconsciously tries to lace her fingers into his hair. With his military buzzcut, Damon has no hair for her to grab onto. Damon continues to devour her like she's an oasis in the Sahara desert. Elena's back arches off of the mattress but Damon holds her down, not wanting to remove his mouth from her molten hot center. Heat spreads through her body like a wildfire, one that she can't outrun. A gravelly timbre escapes her lips when Damon plunges his tongue inside of her.
The inferno begins to burn hotter, the coil in her belly corkscrewing even tighter until finally the dam breaks and I come gloriously. He moans as he feels Elena begin to convulse against his tongue, a deep throaty 'Damon' leaving her lips. As soon as Elena's vision clears, she looks at Damon. Crawling up her body, this beautiful man lowers his lips, letting Elena taste her arousal as his mouth and tongue do more wicked things to her willing body.
"Damon, I want you inside of me now," Elena demands. Not one to argue with her, Damon takes himself in hand, using her wetness for lubrication. Wanting to be inside of her as much as she wants it, Damon pushes the very tip of his erection into her.
Elena cries aloud when he thrusts forward and buries his entire length. Using his fingers to find purchase on her hips, he pulls out and then slams forward again, increasing his wild pace with each push and pull into her gloriously naked body. Growls and groans leave his beautiful mouth as this man continues to play her body like a Stradivarius. With her body acutely sensitive from the pleasure Damon has already given her, Elena feels the heat in her belly begin to rise again. "Fuck, Damon," Elena whimpers, the coil winding tighter and tighter.
"This has to be bad for the heart," Elena squeals when a well aimed thrust hits that vital spot inside of her. Elena feels herself about ready to detonate, spurned on by the sounds of Damon's moans. Feeling a sense of empowerment, Elena revels in the fact that it's her body giving him such pleasure. Working towards both of their releases, Damon's thrusts grow more purposeful and more powerful while at the same time becoming chaotic. Knowing his body so well, Elena knows that he's reaching for it. When Damon's fingers find her clitoris, Elena erupts, her orgasm ripping through her with the force of a volcanic eruption.
"Fuck!" Damon hisses, pushing even deeper inside of her and with one more well aimed forceful thrust, Damon feels himself shatter in a hail of bright lights and a rainbow of colors. Unable to hold himself up, Damon drops onto her body, his weight deliciously pressing her into the mattress. Elena loves the feeling of his body possessing hers. Although her arms still feel like wet noodles in the aftermath of that spectacular orgasm, Elena wraps them around his muscular back, stroking him with her palms.
"I'm crazy about you, nurse Gilbert," Damon pants, finally rolling off of her.
"I'm pretty fond of you too, Dr. Salvatore." Raising up on one elbow, Damon leans towards her, planting a heady and sweltering kiss on those luscious lips. When he pulls away, Damon lays on his side, pulling Elena onto his lap so to speak. And in the next moment, the only sound in the room is the soft sounds of their breathing.
Approximately eight weeks earlier: Early April 1942, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.
"I haven't seen you here before?" a guy asks when Damon walks up to the bar to order a beer. Having joined the navy after the bombing at Pearl Harbor, Damon arrived in Hawaii to serve under Admiral Nimitz command. Assigned to the base hospital, Damon will begin to work there tomorrow. Tired from unpacking, Damon thinks a cold beer is just what he needs to whet his thirst. After getting directions, Damon strolls inside the USO building. Music is playing and everyone is having a good time.
"Yeah, just got in yesterday. I spent the day unpacking and looking at the hospital," Damon tells him.
"I'm Gus, and if it isn't obvious, I'm your friendly neighborhood bartender," the man laughs, offering Damon a beer.
After taking a swallow and with the beer still in his hand, Damon introduces himself. "Nice to meet you, Gus. I'm Damon Salvatore." Just as he's about to take another deep swallow, someone bumps into his back with enough force to spill his beer all over his uniform. Aghast, Damon jumps back, spinning around quickly to face whoever the culprit is. Ready to raise Cain, Damon does a double take when he sees the beauty in front of him.
"I'm really sorry about that," the woman starts to say but is unable to finish when she starts laughing at him. "Forgive me but you have to admit that it's funny," Elena adds, trying to stifle her giggles.
"I'll forgive you only if you'll go out with me sometime," Damon propositions, quirking an eyebrow at her.
"Sure why not?" Elena smiles. "I'm Elena Gilbert and you are?"
"Dr. Damon Salvatore. I just got here."
"I'm an RN so I'm sure we'll be seeing each other," Elena adds, a smile forming on her lips.
"No doubt about it. So, Elena, will you let me buy you a beer?"
"I can't I'm with my girlfriends but I'll take a rain check."
"Done. Now how can I reach you?"
"Don't worry, I'll find you," she teases then walks away, subtly swinging her backside just enough to mesmerize him. Shaking off the stupor, Damon drops his eyes back to his beer sodden uniform. Figuring what the hell, he orders another beer then turns around again in time to see Elena wink at him just as she steps outside, disappearing into the darkness with her friends.
"Did you have an accident?" a voice asks, causing Damon to look around.
"Yep, pretty little number bumped into me. Totally worth it," Damon laughs, offering the guy his hand. "I'm Damon."
"I'm Brady and this is my buddy, Ric. It's good to meet you, Damon. Where are you from?"
"South Dakota. I signed up in the wake of December seventh," Damon admits, taking another drink from his glass.
"Us too. I'm from Wyoming and Ric here is from Kansas," Brady adds, ordering a round of beers for the three men. By the time the USO is ready to close up for the night, Damon is more than a little inebriated. Fortunately he doesn't have to report to base hospital till the day after tomorrow. However, he does have to meet with Admiral Nimitz. Not wanting to look hungover or otherwise worse for wear, Damon tells the guys goodnight then stumbles out of the building. With the air smelling fresh and salty, Damon sobers up slightly by the time he gets back to his barracks. Once he strips off his clothes, he falls face down onto the bed, falling asleep almost immediately.
After showering and shaving, Damon hurries out of his room to hoof it over to the hospital. Glancing at his watch, he can see that he's cutting it close. Running all the way, Damon jogs up the stair, pausing only when he gets to the information desk. Raising an eyebrow at him, the woman suddenly breaks out into a grin, pointing in the direction of the chief medical officer's office.
"Lt. Salvatore, it's nice that you could join us," Commander Lockwood says, eyeing him disapprovingly.
"Yes, sir," Damon says, standing at attention. He knows better than to talk back to a superior officer. As soon as he goes over some of the rules and regulations, he leads the group on a tour of the place. When he leads them to one of the patient areas, Damon smiles when he sees the beautiful brunette he ran into last Saturday night. By sheer happenstance, Elena looks over her shoulder, a smile forming on her lips when she sees Damon, looking all kinds of gorgeous in his navy uniform. Just before the group walks away from the nurse's station, Damon gives Elena a sly wink, thankfully unnoticed by his commander. For her part, Elena gives him a slight wave with her hand, turning away from him only when his group turns the corner and disappears down the hallway.
Once the tour of the hospital grounds is complete, the commander frees them to get some lunch after which, Admiral Nimitz is going to come to talk to the group. Some of us will be assigned ship duty. Maybe not immediately but Damon knows that it's likely that he'll be shipped out to sea at some point. The clean up is still going on here in Pearl Harbor. Soldiers are still convalescing at the hospital. Some of the man had horrible injuries and burns. Their lives have been irrevocably changed by this as have all Americans. Some more so than others. Once everyone finishes eating, the group is led to a large auditorium. As soon as everyone is seated, Admiral Nimitz steps up to the microphone to give them a greeting and tell them a little bit about their duties here. The man is very busy with the war effort so is only able to spend maybe a half hour with the men. The entire group stands up to salute when he finishes, remaining standing till he leaves the room. The next person to speak is the hospital's chief officer. He goes over some of the rules of conduct with the men and after that, Damon's eyes start to drift closed due to the boring nature of it all. Suddenly, Damon feels a jab in the ribs. Sitting upright, he looks around, thanking his lucky stars that no one else seemed to notice but the man seated to his right.
"Thanks man," Damon says to him, recognizing him as one of the guys he was at the USO with the other night.
"Salvatore right?" the guy whispers. Damon nods, his attention turning back to the podium when the speaker's voice starts to get a little louder. By the time the last speaker is done, it's late afternoon. Damon breathes a heavy sigh of relief that the long day is finally over with. Bored and tired, Damon walks outside along with Brady.
"Do you want to go to the beach this weekend? I don't suppose you have much for sand and surf in South Dakota?" Brady asks, laughing.
"Not completely true. East river and west river are named as such because the Missouri river splits the state. There are some sandy beaches along the river to sunbathe and stuff. The Black Hills has some nice lakes to go boating and fishing but for the most part, no, South Dakota isn't a tropical paradise like Hawaii is." Damon admits.
"Do you know how to surf?"
"No, but I do know how to water ski," Damon adds, walking alongside Brady back to the barracks. "And to answer your question, I would love to go to the beach this weekend. But what about sharks?" Damon asks, looking a little wary.
"It is the ocean so I would imagine that there are sharks out there but hopefully they'll leave us alone."
"I hope you're right," Damon mumbles, his voice trailing when their commanding officers goes past in a jeep. Quickly standing at attention, they salute, relaxing only when the man passes them. Looking around, Damon is struck by the beauty of the place. Even though they're on base, he enjoys the clear blue sky, the sun reflecting off of the ocean and the most especially the palm trees.
"Will you take a picture of me in front of one of the palm trees?" Damon asks, tilting his head slightly at his new friend.
"Sure, get your camera," Brady says, following Damon to his room. Once he digs it out, he hands the camera to Brady and follows him back outside. Knowing that his mom and dad will enjoy such a picture, Damon walks over to the tree. Pressing one arm on it, Damon turns to Brady, smiling widely when the guy says 'cheese'. As soon as Brady snaps a couple of shots, he gives Damon back the camera then says goodbye, leaving Damon to go back to his own room. Tired since he had to get up early, Damon slips into some more comfortable clothes then lays down on his bed, sleeping claiming him in moments.
Damon spends the next few days at the hospital getting used to the routine. Sadly he doesn't run into that gorgeous brunette again. Although there's nothing more that he wants, Damon has no choice but to concentrate on his job. Assisting in the burn ward, Damon helps to change dressing and debride dead skin from some of the wounds. Once the day is over, he's free for the weekend so Damon goes home to take a shower and change clothes. Having made plans with Brady and Ric, he quickly changes clothes and heads over the USO building to meet his friends. Damon has his fingers crossed that he'll run into that pretty little number, Elena Gilbert again.
Sighing sadly when he looks around and doesn't see her, Damon orders a beer for himself and his friends. Quickly bored with what's on the radio, the guys walk over to the pool tablet to shoot some billiards. Damon used to enjoy playing it with his brother and sister quite a lot before he signed up for the military. Stefan is too young their father said. Katherine is older but she's married and has two little children. Her husband, Wes, joined up with Damon though. He's serving under General Patton at the Desert Training Center in California's Mohave Desert.
"Hello there stranger," a husky voice purrs into Damon's ear. Stunned, Damon steps back to take a look at who's licking his ear. Spinning around, Damon eyes widen to the size of saucers when he takes a look at the buxom blonde in the skin tight dress in front of him. Jewels are dripping from her neck and ear lobes. Her black heels clacking on the floor when she starts to close the distance between them. Swallowing thickly, Damon hurries to the other side of the pool table to put some distance between him and her.
"What's the matter, Tiger? You've never seen a real lady where you're from?" The woman taunts, licking her lips.
"I'm sorry, I have a girlfriend," Damon lies, hoping the hot little number believes him. It's not that Damon doesn't believe she's pretty, the woman just seems a little forward. That said, Damon is certain that he'd be interested if he hadn't seen that cute little brunette whose face fills every one of his free moments. Just as the woman starts stalking towards him again, Damon breathes a huge sigh of relief when he sees Elena out of the corner of his eye.
"See, there's my girlfriend," Damon tells her, pointing to Elena. Without giving the blonde any quarter, Damon hurries over to join Elena.
"Lt. Salvatore, how are you?" Elena greets him, taking a swallow from her girly drink.
"Help a guy out would ya?" Damon asks, a look of desperation on his face.
"Sure, what do you need?" Looking back towards the woman, Damon sees her gaze focused intently on him. With her hands on her waist, she challenges him the raise of an eyebrow.
"Just this," Damon breathes, pulling her lips to his in a torrid kiss.
"What was that for?" Elena asks, her fingers wispily touching her lips. Never one to pass up an opportunity, Damon steals one more kiss before she puts her guard up. When he lets go, Damon notices Elena stumble a bit so he pulls her back into his arms. Placing his lips next to hers, Damon whispers that he is trying to lose the busty blonde. Much to his chagrin, the other woman stalks over towards Damon and Elena.
"It's your loss, lover," the woman sneers, turning on her heels and shaking her ass from side to side as she leaves the building.
"Thank you, miss Gilbert. I apologize for being forward with you but I didn't want to go out with her."
"That's just Tootsie. Most men jump at the chance to spend an evening with her," Elena laughs, stepping back to take another sip from her straw.
"That may be but I'm not like most men," Damon teases, quirking an eyebrow at her. Elena laughs, a good heartfelt, genuine laugh and Damon finds himself completely mesmerized by the beauty in front of him. Moving to stand to her left at the bar, Damon takes the seat next to hers. "Can I buy you another one?" Damon asks, glancing at the glass she's holding.
"Well, I don't know. What do you think, Rebekah? Should I let him buy me a drink?" Elena asks her friend that is next to her. Rebekah looks around Elena, staring at Damon intently for a few moments. After raising her brows at him, the girl turns to Elena. "He looks kind of harmless."
"I don't know Rebekah?" Elena asks, leaning in to whisper something in her ear. The blonde starts to laugh right away, Elena joining in.
"Um, did I miss something?" Damon asks, looking a little perplexed.
"You can buy us a drink, Damon," Elena adds, pushing her empty cup towards the bartender.
"What'll it be Elena?" Gus asks, throwing his bar towel over his shoulder.
"Another Mai Tai."
"And you, Rebekah?"
"Can you make me a daiquiri, Gus?" Rebekah adds, winking at him. "Lt?" the bartender asks.
"Bourbon, straight up," Damon tells him, his eyes focused only on Elena. Just as Gus starts to slide their drinks to them, the air raid sirens start blaring. Damon grabs Elena and throws her to the floor, covering her up with his body to protect her. The alarms blare for several minutes before they finally go silent.
"Are you okay, Elena?" Damon asks. Standing up, he offers help her up and then offers Rebekah a hand to help her too. "I'll never get used to those," Damon adds, picking up his bourbon and taking a deep draw savoring the burn.
"It does take some getting used to," Rebekah adds, tipping the daiquiri to her lips. "This is tasty," she mentions when she sets it down on the bar top.
Damon can't seem to get enough of a certain Miss Gilbert. There's something about her bubbly personality and wholesome yet exquisite beauty that has Damon feeling completely captivated. It's almost as if the woman has cast a spell on him. Wanting to spend more time with her, Damon tries to strike up some conversation. "How long have you been in Hawaii, Elena?"
"We've been here for some time already. I was working at the hospital on December seventh," Elena says, dropping her eyes for a moment. Damon understands having heard about the carnage of the day which will live in infamy as President Roosevelt called it. Both enlisted and civilian men are still working to clean up the mess left by the surprise attack. The USS Arizona is still leaking fuel, men are still entombed in her hull. Dropping his own eyes, Damon is grateful that he didn't lose anyone on that calamitous morning.
"I can't imagine how horrible that must have been for you," Damon adds, ordering another drink.
"It's something that I'll never forget," Elena muses, sucking in a breath. Looking at Damon, Elena can't help but be struck by how handsome Damon is. His arms are bulky and firm, not an ounce of fat on him that she can see. Elena would like nothing better than to run her hands down the sinuous musculature of his back and abdomen. Shaken from her reverie when his upper arm brushes against hers, an almost imperceptible gasp escapes Elena's mouth.
"Elena, um.. would you go on a date with me?"
"I'd love to go out with you, Damon," Elena replies, both of their faces beaming with huge smiles.
It's a late night at the hospital, Damon is still catching up on some paperwork and other things. Having taken out an appendix and a gall bladder today, Damon has been quite busy. He needs to go check on his patients to see how they are faring in the immediate post op period. Making his rounds, Damon stops to talk to some of the other doctors. After engaging in conversation with one, Damon excuses himself to get some fresh coffee knowing that he can't go home and go to sleep just yet. As he walks down the hall to the galley, Damon hears a familiar voice. Elena he thinks to himself. Looking all around, he doesn't see her so he follows her voice. Finding her in a room with a child, Damon stands back and just listens to Elena as she comforts the boy.
"It's okay if you can't fight anymore, Lonnie. Your mommy and daddy will be there waiting when you arrive," Elena whispers, ever so softly brushing the hair off of his forehead. When Damon looks inside, he stops short when he sees Elena holding this child in her arms. Damon knows young Lonnie. The boy's parents died on December seventh, having been cut down by some gunfire from the Japanese attack. Lonnie was grievously injured that day too. Since he has no family left, the hospital staff all but adopted him as their own. It was thought that Lonnie would survive but that was before he developed a severe infection. The young man, a mere ten years old, slipped into a coma yesterday morning. The only light in the room is the moonlight filtering in from the gap in the curtains. He watches as Elena takes a washcloth to press against his fevered skin. Damon raises his eyes to Elena's face studying her in this moment. It breaks his heart to see her eyes filled with tears as she continues to stroke his forehead and his cheeks. Sitting upright, she dips the washcloth in the water basin, wrings it out before using it again to dampen his fevered skin.
As if knowing that Damon is there, she looks up and right at him. Her own eyes are full of tears and all Damon wants to do is give her as much comfort as she's giving Lonnie. To hell with decorum, Damon thinks to himself. Setting his clipboard down, Damon hurries over to the bedside, pulling a distraught Elena into his arms, letting her know that he cares. After dropping a peck to the crown of her head, Damon lets her go because he has rounds to do.
"Are you staying the night with him?"
"Yeah, I don't want him to die alone," Elena says, reaching for a tissue to wipe her eyes.
"I have to make my rounds. Do you want me to come back? I could stay with you and Lonnie."
"That would be nice, thank you, Damon," Elena adds, turning her gaze back to the boy.
"Okay then, I'll be back later." When she gives him a sad smile, Damon walks away from her. Stopping in the doorway, he turns around long enough to gives her a nod before walking out of the room, an unfamiliar pang of something that he doesn't quite understand roiling in his gut.
"Damon, stop," Elena laughs, trying to get away from Damon as he tickles her. The two of them are at the beach, the sun is bright and warm. The ocean waves are glimmering as the sun reflects off the water. The sand is white hot and feels good to curl their toes in. Men are surfing, riding the half pipe. There are several other couples, men in their swim trunks and women in their one-piece swim suits. Damon can't help but notice the bevy of eye popping women's legs. But none of them are as shapely and svelte as Elena's. As beautiful as everything is here in Hawaii, nothing holds a candle to the beauty that is Elena, both inside and out," Damon thinks to himself.
Not wanting her to have to go alone, Damon accompanied Elena to Lonnie's funeral a few weeks ago. The boy died about four in the morning in Elena's arms. Although Damon's shift was over, he went back to Lonnie's room so Elena wouldn't have to be alone with him when he passed from this world to the next. Despite the closeness that death brings, Damon knows that it wasn't the boy's death that has brought them closer, they were already seeing each other before he died. Damon has just never seen her interacting with a patient in that way before.
When Damon finally catches up with her in the surf, he picks her up, throws her over his shoulder and carries her back to where their blanket is laying on the sand. Because they're in public, Damon knows he has to contain his desire but when he lays down beside and pulls her lips into a torrid and sweltering kiss, he can literally feel his toes curl.
"I love you, Elena," Damon whispers, knowing that it's true. Although he's never felt anything like this before, something instinctual tells him exactly what it is that he feels for the woman laying beside him.
"I love you too, Damon, so much," Elena says softly, the words music to Damon's ears.
"I know we're literally in paradise but I can't wait to take you home to meet my family," Damon tells her, leaning up on one arm to drop a peck to her lips.
"My family will be excited to meet you too, Damon," Elena lies, knowing that her parents will disprove of anyone not of her social station. She remembers how livid they were when she joined the Red Cross to get nursing experience. Her mother is a firm believer in barefoot and pregnant. Knowing that she didn't want such a life for herself, Elena volunteered to come to the naval hospital here in Pearl Harbor. Her best friend from nursing school, Rebekah signed up too much to her father's chagrin. Mikael Mikaelson is a general. He pulled a few strings to make sure that Rebekah and I would get to stay together. Elena will be forever grateful to Mikael for that. Although the man doesn't begrudge Rebekah the opportunity to follow her calling, Mikael worries about her safety.
"Will you spend the night with me?" Damon asks, curling a strand of her hair around his finger.
"Yes," she says quietly, slowly moving closer till their lips are joined.
When he wakes up the next morning with Elena draped across his chest, Damon smiles widely, remembering the night before and all the ways that they took each other to paradise, over and over again. Knowing how deeply he loves her already, the night meant everything to Damon. Dropping his eyes, he's almost hypnotized by the rise and fall of her chest. The woman in his arms was insatiable and vigorous and participated in their lovemaking which made it all the more spectacular. Damon was no virgin but sex with Elena, this was a different plane of existence altogether. Ever so carefully, he brushes a strand of hair off her face so he can look at the woman in his arms. If he were to allow himself to, he can easily imagine spending the rest of his life with this woman. But with the war raging in the Pacific and in Europe and as much as he doesn't want to think about it, he may never see his home or his family again. When she stirs, Damon smiles, gently petting her naked back. After dropping a kiss to the crown of her head, Damon closes his eyes, savoring every moment of having this goddess in his arms.
For her part, Elena wakes up with a delicious ache between her legs. Damon is a skilled lover, tender at times, yet animalistic at others. The night was what a girl dreams of when she finds the one man that she's fated to be with, Elena thinks to herself. Smiling against the smooth skin of his chest, she feels a shiver of arousal when she feels Damon's warm breath against her naked skin. Raising up on her elbow, Elena presses her lips against his, gently biting on the lower one when she pulls away. Smiling when she feels his morning erection, Elena runs her hand down, stroking and squeezing him, a needy moan escaping his mouth as he undulates his hips in time with the rhythm that she's working him with. Elena knows he's getting close when his eyes squeeze shut and he slings colorful metaphors. Placing his hand over Elena's, Damon helps her till he releases, her name on his lips.
With his body still pulsing with pleasure, Damon rolls her onto her belly, settling himself on top of her and between her shapely legs. With his lips brushing that spot behind her ear, a throaty chuckle leaves his mouth. "Morning," Damon purrs, pulling her earlobe between his teeth. Elena shimmies her hips against his length, hoping to get her own release. After Damon positions himself, he laces their fingers together and then slips inside seamlessly. Elena loves the delicious stretch when Damon pushes all the way inside. Thinking how good Damon's lazy strokes feel, the push and pull of his heady rhythm is intoxicating. Untangling their hands, Damon props himself up slightly to drop a passionate kiss to her lips when Elena turns her head to the side. Damon wants to savor every moment of this and commit it to memory because with a war raging, he doesn't know if life will afford him the opportunity to be with her again.
With his weight pressing her into the mattress, the friction of the sheets abrading Elena's nipples is exquisite, turning her on even more. Closing her eyes, Elena lets herself get lost in the moment. As if reading Damon's mind, Elena too wants to remember this because she doesn't know what tomorrow will bring. Fully participating in case this moment needs to last a lifetime, Elena moans, raising her hips to give back everything Damon is giving her. Elena can sense that he's on the precipice when his strokes become disjointed and chaotic. Every time Damon sinks inside, her tiny bundle rubs against the sheets. The same magical chafing against her delicate flesh ignites her vessels, sending her blood sloshing wildly through her veins like a torrential downpour. Feeling the fire begin to grow from a smoldering ember to a massive forest fire, Elena lets go, screaming Damon's name as her body tremors and quakes, chill bumps erupting all over her sweat dampened skin. With one more electrifying thrust, Damon surrenders himself to the ecstasy.
Several minutes pass before a sated Damon rolls off of her, capturing her lips in a torrid kiss before sitting up at the bedside. Suddenly their sated blissful aftermath is interrupted by a knock on the door. After sharing a glance with Elena, Damon slips on a bathrobe and walks over to the door. As soon as he sees that Elena has escaped into the bathroom, he pulls it open. Standing before him is another solider, one that Damon doesn't recognize.
"Can I help you?" Damon asks, looking curiously at the man.
"Admiral Nimitz wants to see you and some of the other guys in his office within the hour."
"Do you know why?"
"I have no idea, Lt. Salvatore."
"Alright, I'll get ready and run over to headquarters," Damon tells him then pushes the door closed. With his back against the door, he raises his eyes when Elena walks out of the bathroom, having dressed quickly.
"What was that?" she asks, dropping onto the bed so she can put her shoes on.
"I'm supposed to report to Admiral Nimitz office. The guy didn't know anything else."
"Well, I need to get home so I can run over to the hospital." After pressing a tumultuous kiss to his waiting lips, Elena says goodbye. Damon watches her till she disappears around the corner to go to her own room.
After the meeting with the admiral, Damon runs back to his barracks to throw a few things in his duffel bag. With time running out, Damon doesn't have much of it to find Elena. Once he has his things together, Damon runs over to the hospital. Looking all over, finally he finds Rebekah.
"Do you know where Elena is?" Damon asks, his voice frantic.
"She's not here, Damon. There was a car accident so Elena went along with some of the medics to help out."
Feeling frenzied and not knowing what to do, Damon hurries downstairs to the emergency entrance, nearly running his friend Brady over in the process.
"Damon? What's wrong?" Brady asks, confused as to Damon's uncharacteristic behavior.
"Where is Elena? I need to find Elena now," Damon blurts out, his eyes unfocused and darting all over the place.
"Damon, calm down. What's wrong?"
"I'm shipping out on the Yorktown. I need to tell her goodbye," Damon admits, finally realizing the futility of his search. Knowing that he won't find her in time, he visibly deflates.
"I haven't seen Elena. Do you want me to give her a message?" Brady asks, clearly concerned about his friend.
"Please just tell her that I love her," Damon whispers, feeling a hint of moisture beginning to form in his eyes. Glancing at his watch, Damon knows that he has to get to the carrier or he'll be court-martialed for disobeying a direct order. I need to get to the Yorktown."
"Good luck, buddy," Brady tells him, giving him a hug and a comforting pat on the back. "I promise you that I'll find Elena and give her the message," Brady says, reassuring Damon. Staring at Brady for several moments, Damon nods then picks up his duffel bag and walks outside, hopping into an awaiting truck to take him and some of the others to the dock. Once on board, Damon walks upstairs to the flight deck, watching as the massive carrier, the USS Yorktown, pulls out of its berth and steams towards the open ocean. Damon watches the small crowd as it gets smaller and smaller till its no longer even a fleck in the distance. Damon knows he needs to concentrate on the task at hand but he can't seem to escape the nagging sense of forboding that he feels. Trying to push it to the deepest recesses of his mind, Damon goes in search of Rear Admiral Fletcher to report for duty.
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