Forbidden fruit
Another story! So I know I already have two other stories up, but if I focus too much on one story, I tend to get blocked. So the updates will switch between these stories now. It depends on what mood I'm in :P I really hope you enjoy this one as well.
First meetings
From the moment she walked in, Damon Salvatore knew he was screwed.
She was by far the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He took in her long brown locks, her haunting chocolate eyes and those legs.. He could tell she was very young, and yet she already had legs that most women would kill for.
Damon swallowed harshly as he noticed how short her pencil skirt was. It brought out her behind perfectly. And she was wearing a V-top that showed the beginning of the swell of her probably exquisite breasts.
She caught him looking, and smiled sweetly at him.
He was definitely screwed! And then she called his best friend 'Daddy'. O hell!
"Hey, sweetheart! What brings you by?" Grayson Gilbert asked his gorgeous daughter.
Damon pretended to be wrapped up in work, leafing through files furiously. But his eyes kept wandering back over to her. THIS was Elena Gilbert? The scrawny looking girl his best friend had showed him pictures of?
This was definitely no scrawny girl! This was a woman. How old had Grayson said she was again? Sixteen? O hell!
Back to work, Damon! Back to work! He tried to focus on one of his patient's charts.
He had begun working here at this hospital a year ago. The trauma unit of Mystic Falls Hospital had paid him big bucks to be on their staff. He had still been very new at this, and Grayson Gilbert took him in. He showed him around, taught him a thing or two and introduced him to Mystic Falls' Finest. They became instant friends.
Grayson had told him everything about his family, showing him pictures and telling funny stories about the children growing up.
But nothing could have prepared Damon for the vision that stood a few feet away from him now. How could Grayson have such a beautiful daughter? And why was he attracted to said daughter? It was wrong on so many levels!
"Damon, would you like to meet my daughter?" Grayson shook him out of his reverie. Damon's head snapped up. Meet her? Hell no! He wanted to stay as far away from this little temptation as possible!
But he had no choice. He couldn't turn down his best friend, who looked up at his daughter with such a proud look on his face. Damon sighed and took a few steps forward, ready to be invaded by her.
"Damon, this is my daughter Elena. Elena, this is my co-worker and friend Damon," Grayson made the introductions.
Damon took hold of Elena's small hand.
The moment he touched her, it was like a bolt of lightening surged through him. He almost leapt back at the sensation.
"Nice to meet you, Damon" her husky voice said.
Damon almost groaned. His name sounded so sexy on her lips!
"Nice to meet you too."
He quickly dropped her hand, wanting his heart to stop thundering in his chest. His body wasn't supposed to react this way! This was his friend's daughter!
But she was absolutely stunning. His mind was already on overdrive, imagining what those luscious lips could do to him.
STOP THINKING ABOUT HER LIKE THAT!
He watched as Elena leaned forward, kissing her father on the cheek. Was it weird for him to be jealous of that move?
"I have to go now, daddy. See you at home."
She gave Damon one last smile, before turning around and walking away. Damon pretended very hard that he wasn't looking at her rear, swaying from left to right underneath her short skirt. When she disappeared around the corner, Damon let out a sigh of relief.
"So what did you think of her?" Grayson suddenly asked.
Damon's head snapped up at him. Had he noticed the sexual tension radiating from him in waves? Had he noticed the way he was mesmerized by her beauty?
Damon cleared his throat.
"She seemed nice enough," he answered vaguely.
Grayson broke out in a smile. "She is so great. I never have to worry about her. She's a straight A student. Has nice and normal friends. And she is always so sweet and polite towards other people. We raised her well. The only thing I might have to show some concern over, is the fact that her beauty attracts a lot of attention from the male species. As a father, I just like to keep her my sweet, innocent daughter. They would have to go through me!" he joked.
Damon almost choked. He was grateful that Grayson hadn't been able to read his erotic thoughts about his daughter, then! Grayson would kill him!
"Doesn't she have a boyfriend?" he found himself asking.
Smooth, Damon! Real smooth!
Grayson shook his head. "Not at the moment. She did date this nice boy a while back. Matt Donovan. I guess we could have expected that to happen. They practically grew up together. But somehow it didn't work out. Elena said she saw him as too much of an old friend to feel romantically about him. It's a pity. Now that guy I actually liked. He was so polite. And he grew up around me, so I knew where he was coming from. I trusted him. Now I have to worry about my sweet lamb, getting jumped by lions. Have you noticed what a world it is out there these days?"
Damon swallowed with great difficulty. Yep, he understood where Grayson was coming from. Men just wanted to get in her pants. And he was one of them….
Elena's POV
Elena Gilbert sagged against the wall of the elevator, breathing harshly. THAT had been her father's best friend? The one he talked about all the time? The great Damon Salvatore?
He was a god!
Even standing there in his doctor's uniform, she noticed how rippled his body was. He was drop dead gorgeous!
And those eyes… O god, those eyes were so blue she wanted to drown in them!
It certainly wasn't proper to think about her father's friend like that. He was older than her. Too old, her father would say. She guessed he was about halfway through his thirties.
And she was sixteen. The great Damon Salvatore probably thought she was still a kid! And of course it didn't help matters that her father had introduced her as a kid. His kid. Elena had felt so embarrassed!
There was just NO way that her father's best friend would see her any differently now. She was a teenager. He would never see her as a woman.
It was a pity. For some reason, she never felt attracted to boys her own age. They acted so childish. She wanted a real man! A man that understood what she wanted, what she needed.
She had tried to date her best friend, who had been in her life for years. She wanted to try and find out if there could ever be anything more between them. But it was a bust. She never felt passionate about him. He didn't make her heart flutter. He didn't make her nervous. He didn't make her ache for sex. Not the way Damon Salvatore just did!
One look at him, and she was hooked. The touch of his hand had ignited a fire in her, so wild and hot, that she had felt herself become aroused instantly. She craved him. She yearned for him in a way, no-one had ever made her feel. And he was off limits.
He would probably laugh in her face, if he ever found out about her feelings. And judging by his age and incredible looks, he probably already found someone to warm his bed at night. She guessed it was some hot blonde, with the looks of a super model.
She could dream all she wanted, but Damon Salvatore would never be hers. There were too many things in her way with this one. There was the age difference, and the fact that her father would never allow it.
She had to forget about him.
She had to forget about his raven locks, the hot stubble on his chin, his sexy body.. Elena bit her lip. Yeah, like that was going to happen! He had already gotten under her skin. He made her burn for him.
Maybe she could find some excuses to go see her father at the hospital. Maybe he would be there, then. Maybe…. Yeah, and maybe pigs would fly too!
She sighed as she arrived at home, throwing her keys on the table.
She was cranky. Damon Salvatore had made her incredibly sexually frustrated. And he was never going to help her relieve it.
Stomping up the stairs, she decided that a cold shower might be the best way to go. She went into her room, throwing her clothes on her bed.
She then walked into her bathroom, turning on the shower. She made sure it wasn't too warm. She needed to cool down a bit.
Stepping under the spray, her body shivered with the lukewarm water. Goose-bumps appeared on her skin and her nipples hardened. But she wasn't going to turn up the heat.
She grabbed her luffah and sponged up.
She started getting used to the cold temperature, relaxing a bit under the jets of water pounding down on her. Her luffah glided over her long legs, going upwards towards her belly. Finally it rested on her breasts.
Elena circled her nipples for a second, her mind taking over. She imagined Damon's hands being the sponge. Her eyes fell shut as the luffah stroked her skin, going down again. It inched closer and closer to were she really wanted it.
Elena leaned one hand against the wall, while the other let the sponge slide between her legs. She pressed down against her folds for a second, causing a gasp to escape her lips.
She started rubbing the sponge up and down as it began to feel really good. She leaned her forehead against the shower wall, breathing harshly.
"Damon," she whispered.
Her legs started trembling with the effort of holding herself upright. She was rubbing the sponge frantically now. She was so close.
And then it happened. She pressed down on her clit, which sent her flying. Her legs almost buckled as bursts of pleasure shot through her. A loud moan escaped her, which made her grateful for the fact that nobody of her family was home yet.
She dropped the sponge and leaned against the shower wall heavily. Her heart was pounding in her ears.
Shit, she just fantasized about Damon Salvatore while.. Damn!
She really needed to forget about him…..
What did you think of this one? Did you like it? And will Damon and Elena succeed at fighting each other? Fighting what is happening between them. And what will happen if Elena's father finds out?
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