"How could you have done that? Why did you even kiss her?" Elena demanded.
"It wasn't her I was kissing!" Damon retorted bitterly. Realisation spat at her.
"… You thought it was me." She whispered.
Elena's eyes lost focus momentarily, her jaw tightening. She stepped back shakily and her eyes were suddenly hot and wet. Why was she crying? She turned away from him, attempting to wipe them away without his notice. Steadying herself, she turned back and his face was only inches away from hers when she opened them.
"How could you not know by now?" he whispered, not looking directly at her. She avoided his gaze, not answering. His strong hands grasped her shoulders and looked into her eyes before she snatched them away from him. She sighed but her body didn't soften. Damon stepped back, defeated, retracting his palms from their placement on her shoulders. The air around them seemed hollow and a long silence followed.
"Elena, you are everything I have ev-.." he broke off, his words nearly inaudible.
"I can't stop thinki-.." He attempted to justify himself over and over but broken phrases pervaded his speech.
More silence.
"It's not because of Katherine." he asserted with finality. Elena's head rose immediately at the sudden exclamation, her eyes boring into Damon's. After a moment of brief study, she lowered her head once more.
"How do I know if you're telling to truth this time?" She muttered. The stare moments prior were to investigate the truth of his words. Damon didn't answer.
"How do I know, Damon?" she repeated, her voice a little louder.
Still no answer.
She stepped back, fury racing through her body. Her fists clenched and she exploded.
"I'm sick of this game, Damon!" She seethed. Her voice was thick with tears, cracking as the vampire's name left her lips. Hot tears seared her cheeks. "Your words mean nothing!" She pushed at his chest, trying to provoke a response. "You are nothing but a coward!" She was walking away from him now, her back turned. "You feel the slightest hint of human emotion and run away like a child!"
She turned back suddenly, armed with a new insult to hurt him.
"You are half the man Stef-.."
She was silenced by Damon's burning lips crashing down onto hers. Is that how this works then? He kisses me and I forget everything he's done? White hot fury burned through her body to her very core.
"Damon!" she screeched at him. Her hands won their way to his chest; trying to force his weight off hers as she pulled her mouth from his.
He ignored the attempt. He pleaded with her senses as he pushed his mouth to hers once again, both hands positioned in a way to prevent the struggle. His mouth chafed against hers for an agonising length of time, trying to coax a response unsuccessfully. The struggle soon began to disappear and as Damon expected, she wasn't kissing back.
She had just given up trying to get away.
She stood still with her arms numb at her sides. Damon pulled away, the pain in his eyes clawing at Elena. He loosened his hold on her and stepped back, a tear ruining the canvas of his cheek. He was quiet for a few moments.
"I run away from emotion because it gets people here, Elena." He sighed. "Not because I'm afraid-." He exhaled unsteadily and regained his composure. "-Because it's painful."
Everything was quiet.
Elena watched him as a small collection of tears rippled down his cheeks; tears that seemed to put out the flames at her very core, extinguishing them efficiently as they fell. Moments later, the embers themselves had finished glowing and all traces of fire had left her. Why had she been so infuriated?
She stepped forward again slowly; her mind no longer clouded with fury, and reached out shakily until her fingertips found the line of Damon's jaw. She pulled cautiously until his eyes met hers and looked at a masked angel staring back.
Elena lowered her hands and slowly stroked the tops of Damon's palms, loosening them and coaxing their movement to the back of her waist. Damon's gentle grip began to pull the girl closer to himself, his gaze incredulous as he watched her hands slide over the entire length of his arms until they rested upon each side of his face.
With that, she pulled Damon's face to hers and pressed their lips together delicately. She pulled away and exhaled shakily; opening her eyes to that of a man she had never seen before. The man that faced her didn't sport a sarcastic, boyish grin, but was staring at her with true amazement. She was kissing him.
Elena pulled him to her once again, the kiss starting like the one before but growing into something more. Their lips began to move with each other and gradually Elena began to kiss him harder, move her body with his faster.
His hands were pulling at Elena's waist too gently, his hands not hard enough on her; the control was being lost too slowly. His caution was infuriating and soon the urgency possessed her; before she was fully aware, her tongue was twirling around Damon's. As if her actions were a green light, he unleashed himself upon her. He bruised her lips as he deepened the kiss further. The fire from just minutes before was returning to Elena, her body aching with anticipation for what this new kiss suggested. She pulled away from him, gasping for air and gestured for them to go inside.
Damon growled low in his chest as he kissed her once more and lifted her up briefly, simultaneously opening and shutting the door with blurred motions. Now inside, the kiss got impossibly more frenzied, their lips fighting with one another, desperate to find more purchase.
The girl pulled away, gasping again, her hands pulling at Damon's shirt until the fabric was on the floor. Her hands stroked up and down his lean torso and she whimpered briefly at the sensation of the muscle moving under her palms. It was only when she reached to remove her own shirt that Damon's hands lifted her again and she wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively.
In a flurry of movement, she was placed on her bed upstairs with Damon's weight on top of her. The position of their bodies made his arousal suddenly very evident to Elena, and before she was aware, her legs were clamping around him harder. The vampire pushed against her and her hips began rocking in search of the sweet friction she ached for. Damon's lips crashed down on hers once more, his hands finding her shirt and ripping at the fabric until it was scraps of white cotton strewn about her room. The kiss remained uninterrupted as they stood from the bed together, Damon's arms lifting her up in one swift movement. Elena broke the contact immediately. Within a few swift movements Damon was stood in nothing but his underwear, which remained tented obviously. She began to kneel in front of him.
"You have no idea how long I've dream-.." he began, interrupted by the hand running along his length through the thin fabric of his underwear, silencing him instantly. Elena looked up at him, his eyelids now heavy with lust, the eye contact remaining unbroken as the last remnant of his clothing fell to the floor.
With that came a quiet whimper from her lips at the sight of all of him. He was glorious. She wasted not a moment longer and took half of his entire length into his mouth, moaning at the sensation of the warm hardness against her tongue, earning thanks in the form of a stifled moan. She pulled back and repeated the motion, each time earning a small moan from the vampire. The excruciating pleasure overwhelmed him until he was grunting Elena's name. Elena continued until Damon pushed her away, growling heavily. Had she done something wrong? Shit.
All her doubts disappeared because she was now being coaxed onto her bed by Damon. Pushing her gently so she was on her back, he made scraps of her skirt also and his hands were soon forcing her thighs apart. Moaning with anticipation, Elena gasped as Damon's head disappeared between them. His skilled tongue reached her instantly and was teasing her through the wet lace. She shivered as one of Damon's excellently slender fingers pushed into her. She rocked her hips against him, sighing at the sensation as more fingers were inside of her, pumping in a regular torturous rhythm. Soon Elena was begging for more of the luxurious pain.
"Damon-.." she whimpered. "-please..."
With that she was fully nude and Damon was between her thighs again. She grabbed his length to speed up the too-slow progress and Damon pushed himself inside of her. Elena's back arched, she had never felt anything like this before; the complete filling of herself. He now led the dance, pushing himself into her over and over, gradually upping the pace until animalistic growls were being extracted from both of them following every thrust. Elena twisted and writhed, bucking her hips up to meet Damon each time, choking out his name.
In another flurry of movement, she was sat astride him, one of his hands finding purchase on her left breast and the other on her right hip. With every bounce of her dainty frame, both cried out each other's names.
"Damon, I can't-..." she whimpered against his shoulder "-I'm nearly there." with no effort to slow the process, Elena reached her hand down to rub herself, sighing as she stroked in quick motions.
"Not without me." He growled as he thrust harder and faster into her, using both of his hands to push her down further with each movement, forcing himself deeper into her. He replaced her hand with his own, rubbing furiously at her core, the feeling of her beneath his hand making him impossibly harder. Elena lent back momentarily and screamed at the sensation.
"Damon, oh my-.." He hit the sweet spot four more times until he could feel himself on the edge. Elena felt Damon shoot up inside of her and with that, they both exploded, screaming. They continued to rock against one another, exclaiming each others names as they rode on the waves of their orgasm.
Their pace was gradually slowing and after a minute or two Elena collapsed on top of him, sighing contently as they sank down together.
There were a few moments of silence until Damon pulled himself from her and lay with her, his arms encircling her frame.
"Let me know when you're ready..." She whispered, her hands stroking his torso.
"Ready for what?" He purred in response, holding her tighter.
"We're doing that again." She giggled. Damon grabbed her hand and pushed it down to his length, which was already returning to its glory from mere moments ago.
"Already?" she laughed.