AN: So this is sort of a sequel to my other FanFiction "Stand By me" - I still haven't decided if I am done with it but was compelled to write this story after 16.
I am assuming that all that are reading this have watched S4 E16 "Bring it on". I found the episode a bit blah, but am hoping that the D&E escapade to NYC will be fun and that maybe it is a ploy by Damon to make Elena get back in touch with her emotions. Well, I can dream right?
I lived in NYC a short time a while back and I am doing my best to make this as authentic and filled with real facts as possible.
This may be a one shot or not, it depends if I feel inspired to write more and of how fast I can write before the TV show tells its version of the story. :)
Enjoy!
Previously on The Vampire Diaries:
...Lots of blah plot lines...
Haley is back, flirting and teasing Klaus; Elena now hates Caroline - apparently; Tyler leaves the deed of his house to Matt and breaks off with Caroline via written letter - but it's ok because he will love her forever (ugh!); Elena flashes Stefan, Damon and Caroline in a somewhat hilarious scene - the boy's faces are priceless; Elena pouts - a lot; Stefan and Caroline hint at the possibility of being something more; Stefan has fun - alert the media!; Rebecca and Damon are hot on Katherine's trail; Damon doesn't blink at the fact that Rebecca revealed that Shamus is dead (uh, who's the dude with Bonnie then?) and seems unconcerned with the fact that the oldest bad boy vampire in history is in town robbing blood banks dry; Damon kills a vampire named Will for whom he apparently cares for (and the reason why he is inspired to go to NYC), because he has the equivalent of vampire rabies even if Rebecca has a cure; Damon and Elena elope to NYC.
***I'm going to concentrate on that last one :)***
Chapter 1: Team "I don't give a dam anymore" elopes
"Wake up sleepy" - Damon nudged Elena softly awake as he stopped his vintage camaro at the entrance of the most sumptuous hotel.
Elena blinked disorientated; taking in the curved marble facade, the carved Asiatic fan with the words Mandarin Oriental underneath it, the face of a polite stranger and, finally, Damon's extended hand.
She bit her lower lip hesitantly, still groggy from sleep, trying to clear the fog of her mind. Clarity was not helped when she looked up and was meet with intense blue eyes that watched her with something akin to adoration.
"New York?" - Elena asked hesitantly as she placed her hand in his and climbed out of the car.
"New York." - Damon replied with a smirk, bringing the back of her hand to his lips and kissing it reverently, making her legs go weak.
As the valet took the car away, Damon escorted her through the lavish lobby towards the front desk.
Whatever Damon said or did when he reached it Elena didn't know. She was too distracted looking around and taking her surroundings in to care. Till now, the Lockwood's Mansion had been the most impressive thing her small town eyes had ever seen. This hotel lobby made Tyler's home look like a cheap set up and Elena was enthralled. From the marble floors to the marble walls, from the sweeping staircase to the beautiful glass sculpture, the whole set up was exquisite, exuded class and was exceptionally charming; just like the man that brought her here.
Elena turned around searching for Damon, as if sensing the moment her eyes touched him, he looked over his shoulder, sending her one of his blazing looks. Elena returned an equally scorching smile and then motioned to the lady behind the reception desk who now stood gazing into nothing and holding a room key up.
Elena could hear Damon's quiet chuckle as he grabbed the key from the catatonic woman and strutted towards where she stood. Damon's steady hand touched Elena's elbow and guided her towards the elevators. Still gawking at the decor, Elena let herself be guided by him, enjoying the heated looks Damon was casting her way. He clearly liked seeing her like this, all wondrous eyes, living in the present and his, only his. Zero emotional baggage weighing on her shoulders, no reproachful looks or drama. Right here, right now, it was just Elena, him and a good time.
The elevator went up and up and up until a ding unglued Elena's stare from Damon's perfect form. She moved a little out of the elevator and then stood there as if stupefied into stillness, her eyes disbelieving.
Damon, who hadn't moved a muscle when the doors opened, pushed himself off lazily from his leaning position against the elevator wall to come by her side.
He was delighted with the way Elena's jaw slackened when she took in the Oriental Suite. It was stylishly furnished in a way that both agreed with Damon's masculinity but that catered to her feminine taste as well.
"We are really staying here?" – Elena asked like a little girl who just got free tickets to Disneyland.
Damon, by way of reply, chuckled and with a soft touch at the base of her spine, encouraged Elena forward and further into the room.
"We are." - he purred in her ear making Elena shiver in response.
"Damon" – his name escaped her lips in a traitorous moan making Damon smirk at how responsive Elena was.
"It's so easy to distract you babe." - he chuckled as he grazed his sharp incisors against the downy skin of her neck making her quiver.
"Only by you Damon.." - she answered softly as he skimmed his hand down her sides and she wrapped her arm behind his neck - "Only by you..."- she whispered again.
Elena's breath hitched when she felt Damon's hand dip inside the front of her jeans, right inside her panties, mercilessly going in for the kill by applying pressure to her nub with dexterous fingers.
Elena's head fell back almost involuntarily against Damon's shoulder, her body arching in pleasure, further exposing her delicious vein to his hungry lips.
Damon wasn't one to normally hold back, but this was Elena; his Elena. So much so that, at this point, it was more instinctive to him to be careful than to surrender to his own primal urges.
Sensing his hesitation and in the name of a higher purpose, Elena turned around in his arms trying to ignore the loss of his pleasuring fingers, .
Elena raised her hands to his beautiful face and looked Damon deep into his blue eyes.
"Stop holding back." - she commanded softly-"I'm strong, I'm not going break Damon."
Damon inhaled sharply and nodded minutely, but his lips were still clamped into a thin line.
"I mean it, Damon." - Elena entreated with a tinge of frustration in her voice -"I chose you. You as you are." - she searched his eyes trying to infuse every word with purpose and meaning - "You; the good, the bad, the rough, the passionate, the headstrong, the loyal and good time sex god." - she finished teasingly - "Or was that all talk?" - Elena flirted with a sly smile.
A dazzling smirk bloomed on Damon's kissable lips, all his swagger back in place as he slowly brought his hand to his lips and sucked each finger sensuously clean of Elena's juices. Elena felt the heat rise low on her belly at the gesture, her core becoming even wetter and needy as she watched Damon's actions from under heavy eyelashes.
Damon's now clean hand joined the other as they both traveled to Elena's waist and anchored themselves in the exposed skin just above her jeans. He tugged Elena closer and ground his hips against hers sensually, making her feel the bulge in his pants, a declaration of his desire for her and a clear response to her challenge.
Elena opened her mouth to say something but the words died out under Damon's smoldering gaze.
"No more talking." he whispered lowly, letting his blue eyes burn her retina and his breath fan over her starved lips.
Butterflies erupted aflutter inside of her and Elena barely had time to gasp before being unceremoniously turned around, pressed face first flat against the nearest wall with her hands gathered above her head and secured in Damon's strong hold.
"Don't move."- came Damon's silky whisper against the nape of her hair and Elena's body trembled in anticipation.
With his hands skimming down her sides, barely touching but oh so near to the places she wanted them, Damon softly bit a trail over the covered skin off her back making Elena squirm with desire. His blunt bites were a loving eulogy to her body and the electricity that existed between them.
When Damon reached her lower back, his hands reverentially traced the roundness of Elena's bottom, pressing the two halves together and pushing the heels of his joined hands against her core. Elena pushed back into the pressure, desperate for contact and stimulation, moaning at the relief and angling her top half forward to give Damon better access.
"I told you not to move"- Damon chastised -" Now I will have to punish you a little." - he threatened adding fuel to Elena's arousal.
Damon ran his nails over her covered core, thoroughly enjoying the wetness seeping through the fabric and the way the gesture enticed the woman he was pleasing.
"Always so willing and ready..." He taunted her as he placed himself between her legs and bit her clit through the jeans. The sensation was exquisite and Elena's hips pressed her blazing core further into the pressure of his teeth. The line between pleasure and pain blurred further as Damon started to nibble around the length of her core in a practiced rhythm that had Elena practically convulsing into her orgasm.
Feeling Elena's body tremble and her knees buckle as she rode her bliss, Damon stood up and, keeping his hand pressure where she needed it most, let her ride the full sensation to the very end.
When her body spasms diminished, Damon moved a completely bewitched Elena to the edge of the palatial bed. Swiftly divesting her of her clothes, Damon bent her knees and spread her legs apart to reveal a feast befitting the starved man he was. Eagerly, Damon dove into Elena's glistening core and started lapping at her juices, making Elena squirm at the overwhelming sensation. She could barely keep her ultra sensitive body from pushing off the bed, but Damon's steadying hand kept her in place, a willing victim to his oral assault.
"Oh,oh... Stop" - she would whimper as her hips pushed themselves against Damon eager mouth, clearly wanting him to continue his caresses.
Eventually, Damon lifted his wicked gaze to meet hers, eyes dark and volatile, lips glistening and coated in Elena's arousal. And dam him if he wasn't the most delicious thing she had ever laid eyes on.
"Never"- he hissed, eyes never leaving hers, giving her core a long and slow debauched lick - "This is mine. You are mine." - he proclaimed possessively before diving back and starting to tongue fuck her into oblivion.
Elena, under his assault, trashed in the bed from over stimulation, trying to gather her wits but lost to the sensations Damon was provoking. Her last coherent thought was to wonder how many orgasms a person could have in an hour.
'Fuuuuck" - she wailed going out of her mind as she felt the sharpness of his fang pierce her clit.
A mind blowing pleasure like a hot iron blinding white light overtook all her senses, making Elena's body arch as far as it could off the bed before she collapsed unconscious from the intensity of Damon's idea of foreplay.
Damon watched her limp body with adoration for a couple of seconds, caressing it softly as the tremors subsided, before scooping Elena up and placing her carefully under the sheets.
She would be out for a couple of hours at least, of that he was sure. Damon would have loved to join her immediately and cuddle up. Regretfully he had a bad case of blue balls, so a cold shower of a do-it-yourself rub was in order.
As he walked towards the black marbled bathroom he pondered if he had in him to wait until sleeping beauty woke up to get his fix.
An: Hope you liked it. R&R xoxo