This Christmas tale will be told in Elena's point of view. See you at the bottom.
Chapter One: 'Oh, What a Night' by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do
Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing
Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true
Feeling frustrated, I close my journal, finding myself incapable of writing anything at the moment. Starring outside, I look up at the sky. There are no clouds and the stars are twinkling brightly. It's so pretty and when a shooting star crosses my line of vision, I find myself smiling. Even though it's childish and folklore, I still make a wish, closing my eyes as I do so. When I hear a car pull up, I open my eyes just in time to see a set of headlights pulling into the driveway next door. I sigh heavily when I see that it's my new neighbor. I don't even know his name yet but he's so beautiful. I've only seen him from my perch here in the sanctuary of my room. I watch as he pushes the car door closed and walks towards his house. He looks around a little and when he looks this way, I throw myself back against the wall so he can't see me. When I look outside again, his house lights are lit up. Blowing out a puff of air, I get up and get ready for bed. After putting on my pajamas, I crawl under the covers and dream of my next door neighbor.
"Here's your Gingerbread Latte'," Caroline says, handing me my drink then sitting down across from me. We're sitting at a little table next to the window in our local Starbucks. Lost in thought, I stare out of the window. Although Caroline is speaking, my mind is focused on my old boyfriend Matt and his new fiance' who are across the street, staring into a jewelry store window. I watch as she raises up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. When they pull apart, Matt wraps her in a hug.
"Earth to Elena," I hear Caroline says, finally capturing my attention.
"Did you say something?" I ask, taking a sip of my drink.
"Their wedding is coming up. You need to put yourself out there again. You're never going to find a man if you stay holed up in your room all the time." she adds, clearly feeling frustrated with me.
"Caroline, please." I plead with her, not wanting to hear what she has to say although deep down, I know she's right.
"Darn it, Elena! No, I won't be quiet, Matt has moved on and you need to as well. For heaven's sake, you've turned into a recluse. What happened to the fun girl that I used to know?"
Sighing heavily, I drop my eyes and pout. "I don't know," I whisper so softly that I don't know if she heard me or not.
"Well, it's time to fix you. You are going to the Christmas dance with me Friday night. I'll come early enough so I can help you with your hair and makeup. Now come on, let's go shopping and find you a dress to wear," she demands, standing up and picking up her drink. Knowing full well that she won't take no for an answer, I nod, standing up and grabbing my own drink before following her outside.
Linking her hand in mine, the two of us step into the hotel's ballroom. Every Christmas, the Lockwood family decides they need to once again show us mere mortals how wealthy they truly are. It's always such an ostentatious event. I hate it but Caroline demanded that I come along. Accepting my fate, I force a smile on my lips and walk inside with her. After leading me to the refreshment table, she abandons me when Mason Lockwood winks at her. I love her dearly but my friend is so shallow sometimes. Just as I'm about to tip the glass of punch to my lips, someone bumps into me, sending my drink flying all down the front of my new dress. Fisting my hands at my sides, I turn around, the fight leaving me as soon as I see that it's 'him', the man who stars in every dream of late.
"I'm so sorry," he utters, reaching for a napkin. He takes my hand in his, using it to wipe them dry. Picking up another hand full, he starts to wipe off the front of my dress, jumping back when he inadvertently brushes one of his hands over my breast. I'm too stunned to speak as electricity crackles through my body everywhere his skin touches mine.
"I need to leave," I utter, embarrassed and looking like a wet rat.
"No, please don't go. I rented a room for the night in case I wasn't capable of driving myself home. Come with me. We'll have room service clean your dress and then we can come back if you want," he offers, extending his hand.
"I don't even know you," I whisper, my face hot as my cheeks bloom red.
"I'm Damon, Damon Salvatore," he says, again extending his hand for me to shake.
"Elena Gilbert," I utter, nearly speechless the turn this night has taken.
"Gilbert? You're my neighbor right?"
"Yeah, I thought you looked familiar too," I lie seamlessly. Smiling at me, he extends his elbow. Swallowing back my nerves, I link my arm with his and let him lead me out of the ballroom.
We walk silently down the corridor till we're standing in from of room 742. I let go of his arm so he can reach into his pocket to get his key card out. Sliding it into the slot, he opens it up, stepping aside to let me walk in first. After pushing the door closed, he marches over to me, cradles my face between his hands and kisses me languidly. When I start to open my mouth to protest, he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, demanding my submission. Needing air, I finally summon the strength to push apart from him.
Completely awed, I reach up with a shaky hand, touching my fingers wispily to my lips. "Um uh...," is all the escapes my mouth as I'm completely speechless. He smirks at me then takes my free hand to lead me to the bedside. He sits down beside me, picks up the phone, dialing room service. When he hangs up, he walks over to the closet to pull a big fluffy robe out, handing it to me.
"They're sending someone up to pick up your dress. You can go into the bathroom to change. I'm going to order something to drink from room service. Is there anything you like?"
"Whatever you're having?" Standing up, I walk into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Just as I reach the threshold, I turn my body to face him again. "Um, do you mind if I shower. I'm pretty sticky."
"No, I'll ask room service to bring along some extra towels. Are you hungry?"
"I am actually," I reply then step into the bathroom, pushing the door closed behind me.
Once I towel dry my hair, I tighten the cinch on the bathrobe, take a deep breath then walk out of the bathroom. He's laying on the bed, his back perched against the headboard with the TV remote in his hands.
"You look beautiful," he says, immediately swinging his legs over the bedside. Rubbing the spot beside him on the bed, I close my eyes briefly then walk over, letting him pull me to sit down beside him. It's then that I notice the bottles of alcohol that are sitting on the bedside table with two glasses. Smirking, he grabs one of the bottles, opens it and pour each of us a glass full, my eyes widening as he does so. I'm a pretty lightweight drinker. Deciding to throw caution to the wind and enjoy myself, I take the glass he hands me, immediately throwing it back. Feeling the burn all the way down my esophagus, I start coughing and sputtering. Chuckling, he leans in and licks the excess from my lips, stealing another smoldering kiss from me.
"More?"
"Please," I reply, my eyes never leaving his. After choking down a second one, I find myself succumbing to my desire so I reach over and touch him, pulling his lips to mine. The alcohol continues to flow freely between us which in turn lowers my inhibitions considerably. Next thing I know, he's loosening the cinch on my robe, pushing it open to reveal my breasts. Surprising even myself, I feel empowered rather than embarrassed at the hungry look in his eyes. Standing up, I let the robe fall from my shoulders and land in a heap at my feet, leaving me bare to him except for my lacy panties. His eyes widen to the size of saucers as he stalks those couple of steps till his body is flush with mine. Crashing his lips to mine, I moan when he pulls my lower lip into his mouth, sucking firmly. Breathless I pull back, raising my hands to start unbuttoning his dress shirt. With the alcohol dulling my senses, I get two maybe three buttons undone before grabbing for his shirttails and ripping them apart.
"Sorry," I utter, not really caring because now I can have a look at his rippled abs. Pressing my hands against his chest, I'm amazed at how perfectly put together he is. With a wink, I lower my hands, unbutton his pants then push them and his boxers down his long taut legs, baring him to my eyes, evening up the playing field. Unconsciously, I find myself licking my lips. He's so big and so luscious looking. A heady groan escapes my mouth when he latches onto one of my nipples with his mouth while pinching and stretching the other with his hand. When I start to sway, having never felt anything like this before, he releases my breast and lifts me into his arms, tossing me on the bed. I can't believe I'm laying on a bed in a hotel room with this perfect specimen of manhood. My heart is racing and I can it feel it roaring like a freight train in my ears. I can feel my face heating up when I see the way he looks at me.
With a lascivious grin, he licks his own lips then hooks his fingers onto the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my legs. Then he starts kissing his way up my body, first one foot then the next, one knee then the next, one thigh and then the next and then oh my! The touch of his tongue is doing wicked things to my lady parts. My hips seem to have a mind of their own and they raise to meet his mouth because it feels so good. Next thing I know, he throws one leg over each shoulder then uses his skilled hands to open me up and when his tongue goes inside me, I stiffen then tremble uncontrollably, incoherent nonsense spilling from my lips. Panting so hard, my bosom is heaving, I find the wherewithal to open my eyes. Smug devil, moisture glistening on his chin, looks so pleased with himself. If he hadn't made me feel so good, I'd swat that grin right off of his face.
Sensing my frustration, he stalks up my body, his weight pressing me into the mattress. When I feel his tip teasing my entrance, I swallow thickly, knowing I'm on the cusp of losing my virginity. This is it, Elena I think to myself. After taking a few shallow breaths to calm my nerves, I brazenly wiggle my hips a little, enticing him. Raising my hands, I cup his cheeks and pull his lips to mine at the same time he pushes into me. As hard as I try to bite it back, a groan escapes from low in my throat. Closing my eyes tightly, I hold my breath till all I feel is a sense of fullness as my body stretches to accommodate his girth. I don't think he realizes what he just did because with the next surge forward, he fills me to the hilt.
"Move," I rasp, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. He crashes his lips to mine at the same time he starts to move, pulling out and slamming back in. In moments, pain is replaced with pleasure and I find myself participating in our love making, meeting him stroke for stroke. Suddenly he flips us so he's underneath but still intimately connected to me.
"Ride me Elena," he demands, his voice husky and his eyelids heavy with lust. With a wink, he takes my hands, planting them on the headboard. With me leaning over him like this, he captures one of my nipples in his mouth suckling and licking and making me feel so damn good. All the while keeping my nipple in his mouth, he lowers his hands to cup the curve of my ass as he pulls me down, impaling me on his beautifully erect cock. Keeping his hands on my ass, he helps me raise and lower till we find a rhythm that's pleasing to both of us. An unfamiliar feeling coils in my belly and then it happens, the spring releases sending me through time and space, bright colors erupt behind my eyes and pleasure unlike anything I've ever felt washes through me, rendering me boneless, So boneless in fact that I collapse onto him completely spent. I feel him thrust a few more times before he screams my name in ecstasy, his body convulsing while holding onto me as if his life depended on it. I hear him suck in a breath before rolling us over, so I'm snuggled up against his side, his arms still embracing me.
"Elena? Wow," he pants, his chest still heaving much to my delight. Pulling me even closer, he presses a kiss to my forehead. Raising my eyes, I see him looking at me with an unrecognizable emotion. I don't know what it is but I know how I feel in this moment, completely satisfied and happy. As the night wears on, he takes me two or three more times, I lost count but there's a delicious ache between my legs. Completely exhausted after our third or maybe it was the fourth, I fall asleep with my head on his chest, the beating of his heart lulling me into slumber.
"Ugh," I groan in pain when I awaken the next morning, momentarily confused to my surroundings. Grimacing, I sit upright in bed, holding my throbbing head in my hands. Cautiously, I split my fingers so I can see out of one eye. It's then that I notice my clothes laid out on the other bed. Confused, I force myself to get out of bed and look around. Everything is gone except for my things. Did he really just up and leave me here after what happened last night? Feeling completely ashamed, I collapse onto the bed and have a good cry. Composing myself, I happen to notice the blood-stained sheets in my peripheral vision. Perhaps that's what sent him running like a bat out of hell? Whatever the reason, he's a jackass for treating me like this.
Squaring my shoulders, I get up, get dressed and leave the hotel room with my heart squeezed but my head held high. As soon as I get home, I march up to my room, rip my clothes off and wash the scent of that man from my body. Picking up my journal, I sit in my window seat, once more staring at the star-filled sky. When I chance a look at his house, I see what I assume is his silhouette standing in the window, raising a bottle to his lips. Sighing heavily, tears begin to prick at my eyes again. Hearing my phone start to chime, I pick it up. Unable to deal with Caroline right now, I turn it off and fall onto the bed, falling asleep in minutes with tears in my eyes and Damon's name on my lips.
Damon?*&^%*(*) %
This lovely little story idea also came from Eva's brilliant, always churning with new ideas mind. Thank you Eva, you know I love you.
Lovely cover courtesy of my dear friend, Kate. I love you too.
Lyrics: 'When You Wish Upon a Star' by Jiminy Cricket
Please remember to *review*. This story is shorter than 'Midnight Clear' so this will be updated once a week as will 'Midnight Clear' and my other stories.
I'll be posting my one-shot for Kate aka 'This Is My Escape' very soon. Please watch for it. 'Rainy Days and Mondays' and 'Tears in Heaven' will update later this week.
Please stay safe and have a wonderful day. I just got home from work so I'm going to go to bed for awhile. Night, night dear friends.