AN; This is the rewritten version of Love Me. Enjoy!


Saturday, October 14, 2009

29-year-old Damon Salvatore was sprawled out on his sofa - while Die Hard with Bruce Willis was playing in his DVD, the sound of distant voices silently lulling him to sleep. He'd been all work and no sleep the last couple of weeks and it had definitely started to take a toll on him. His body ached, his head hurt and he'd seriously been considering quitting his job.

He had enough money to live unemployed for awhile but had decided against it as his father had forced him to take the weekend off instead. He'd never been much of a workaholic but that hadn't stopped him from giving his all. One of his fuck buddies - Andie - had been the first to notice his tired aura and that had forced him into the realization of being completely beat. He'd slept badly as of lately and had a bad habit of waking up sweaty and slightly disorientated. It wasn't like him - he knew that. His mother had scolded him on the side effects of stress and lack of sleep. More like lack of judgement, on his part, perhaps.

Deep down, he knew that his mother meant well but sometimes she seemed to be in denial about her oldest son closing in on his thirtieth birthday. If she were to dictate his life - he would've been forced to move back home - which obviously wasn't an option as Damon had lived on his own since the day he turned eighteen. However, his mother always managed to excuse her erratic behavior on motherhood. 'My job is to worry about my children.'

And yes, he could admit that a part of him understood and that he could potentially see it from her point of view from time to time, but… He loved his mother no matter what - even if she almost managed to drive him crazy every now and then.

Damon sighed heavily as his eyes finally gave up and sleep overpowered his body. He started dreaming before his eyes had closed completely.

"Damon," she breathed against his mouth. "Damon, I need you."

His body was about to burst up into flames as his fingers tangled themselves in her silky hair. He groaned when she ground her hips into his. She rubbed her center against his rock hard erection. He'd waited forever for this to happen. There were no words to describe how badly he wanted to be inside her.

Christ! He wanted to be inside her so bad, but first, he wanted to taste her. He wanted to rock her body, he wanted to make her scream, make her come and send her to oblivion without looking back.

"I want to taste you." He breathed as he rolled them over.

She smiled shyly as he crawled towards his destination, placing himself between her long tanned legs. He grinned and glanced up at her as he carefully nibbled on her inner thigh Damon slowly pulled the underwear off of her. He was quick to taste her.

She tasted like honey or something else - heavenly like – he couldn't exactly find a word that would possibly be good enough of a description.

Damon grabbed her hips, grounding her to the bed once she started raising her hips in desperation. He'd met her eyes as he slowly kissed her center and the intimate action caused her to moan - a moan that almost drove him insane. He'd found her clit and had started teasing it slowly, moving his fingers over her center, carefully sliding one and then two fingers into her warmth. "Elena."

"Fuck." Damon growled, almost painfully, as he opened his eyes, a bolt of lightning exploding throughout his shivering body.

He was breathing hard, desperately gasping for air - his body glistening because of the sweat. What the hell? He pulled a hand through his hair and as he removed the quilt, he realized - to his big surprise - that the inside of his boxers were smeared with sperm. He frowned. He hadn't fallen asleep while playing with himself had he? Because that would be a sign of apparent disease and impending doom. Okay, so, what the actual fuck? He scratched the back of his head as he sat up.

What had just happened? Erotic dream? Huh. He huffed in surprise. He slowly grinned at the thought. He hadn't been having one of those since high school so why now? He ruffled his hair and got up from the couch, keen to get out of his boxers and take a shower - hoping that he would be able to sort out the foggy thoughts that currently seemed to occupate his tired brain.

As he slowly made his way towards his bathroom, the flashing images of a brown haired girl crossed his mind, almost blinding him, his eyes watering at the excruciating realization as he suddenly remembered the face he'd kissed in his dream. Shit! Oh, fuck no. Not again! He shook his head as he leaned back against the wall.

There was a part inside of him that felt so dirty at the mere, innocent thought of her - it almost felt like he'd violated some part of the Gilbert's only daughter's body. Elena. He'd splashed in his pants without even touching himself. It had to be the fourth time this week and he'd started to question whether or not if he was on the brink of insanity.

The first time, he'd simply shook it off without making a big deal out of it. The second time, he'd been slightly curious as to why she'd continued to invade his dreams at night. Was there something seriously wrong with him? Would he be heading towards fifty shades of crazy within the next couple of days? Highway to hell, perhaps… The third time, her face had popped up in his head while bedding a fuck buddy and it had most likely been the end of that short friendship. He sighed.

He shook his head in annoyance as he entered the bathroom, freeing himself from the sticky fabric. The lukewarm water felt so comforting as it poured down over his head. He groaned as her face still circulated in his head, causing his body to tense up in a familiar way. He didn't even have to lower his eyes in order to confirm his already twitching, swollen member.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" He groaned, the irritation a somber reminder of how 'disgusting' and weird it felt to think of her in that way.

They'd known each other their entire lives. They'd practically grown up together as their fathers were business partners and considered each other friends - family even.

So, due to Grayson being Giuseppe Salvatore's best friend – it wasn't unusual for the Gilbert's and the Salvatore's to spend holidays together at the Gilbert's lake house. Damon and his little brother, Stefan, had quickly bonded with Jeremy as they'd been close in age. The three boys had always gotten along with each other and Damon had never paid that much of attention to Elena. She'd never seemed interested as to what they'd been up to either. She was and had always been Jeremy's annoying, little sister - that's what he saw when he looked at her.

Damon blamed it on the age difference as she was eleven years younger than him. She'd turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago and he'd never thought much about it at the time.

And besides, during their childhood, she'd always been hanging around with her own friends - namely, Caroline Forbes - the blonde barbie.

Therefore, Elena had never bothered her brother and his friends and Damon hadn't seen much of her and honestly - he'd never even thought of her in any kind of sexual way before. He'd never been interested in getting to know her either, for that matter. She'd always been his friend's little sister and that was it.

It was all so messed up and it didn't matter how many times he'd been trying to find a decent answer to his filthy mind - nothing seemed to make sense anymore.

Clock had to be after midnight once he'd finished in the shower. He felt tired as he made his way over to his bed. Maybe the late nights at work and the lack of sleep, had to do with his brain messing up the sexual images in his head. Maybe, it was all you a stupid coincident. He was just about to close his eyes for the night when his phone started buzzing on the nightstand. He groaned, cursing himself as he sat up straight, leaning back against the headboard.

'Great.' He muttered as he grabbed ahold of the phone, his heart stopping as the familiar voice of Grayson Gilbert echoed in his ear. Shit! "Grayson?"

"Were you sleeping?" The familiar voice asked.

"Uh," Damon shrugged. "No. Not yet."

He got up and started pacing - slowly - back and forth in his bedroom, trying to calm his heart that beat furiously in his chest. He pulled a hand across his face, waiting for Grayson's next sentence. However, nothing in the world could've prepared him for what he would say next.

"I'm sorry to be bothering you this late but I need your help."

"It can't wait till tomorrow?" Stupid question, Damon thought. Grayson rarely asked for help if it wasn't serious. He just couldn't imagine what the older man wanted him to do for him and in the middle of the night. She'd never even crossed his mind.

"It's Elena."

Fuck! Could this night get any worse? First the very indecent dream and now this – he felt doomed - it had to be a very bad sign of some sorts. What was he supposed to say? 'I don't think it's a good idea because I've been having very vivid sex dreams about your only daughter - more than once and I've exploded like a fountain - every single time.' He clenched his fist.

"Well, apparently, my daughter got herself into trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" He dared to ask.

"Someone stole her car keys and wallet during her shopping spree with Caroline earlier this evening. She called me from a bar. To be honest, Damon, I don't think she's sober enough to even call a cab on her own. Miranda and I have a seven hour drive home from her parents and by then the damage is already done, I guess. I hope you understand that I can't leave my daughter - unprotected - at some filthy bar in the middle of the night."

"So, you want me to pick her up?" He frowned, the mere thought of her in his car causing him to get all riled up. 'Get your shit together!'

"Well, I would've called Jeremy to go get her but he's in Florida over the weekend. I considered calling your father but I didn't want to wake your parents this late." He explained tiredly.

"It's okay. I get it." Damon assured.

He just couldn't persuade himself to say no. The sincerity in Grayson's voice as he thanked him, affected him more than he'd thought it would. The man on the other line had never asked him for a favor before and as of this moment - he'd decided to trust Damon with one of the most valuable things in his life - his youngest child and only daughter.

However, the best thing would've probably been to turn him down; due to Damon's current sleep deprivation and dirty mind.

"I owe you."

Yes. Yes, you do.


Damon glanced at the neon sign as he parked his car.

The word bar had been an exaggeration to say the least. Honestly, it looked more like a dump, located at the side of the road. A couple of tattooed bikers eyed him suspiciously as he waltzed across the poorly planned parking lot and entered the 'building' - that reminded him more of a sunky cottage with cheap alcohol and a bad reputation. How on earth, did she managed to end up here?

As he looked around, he realized that finding Elena would be like searching for a needle in a haystack - there were people everywhere, drinking, talking, dancing, making out and dry humping one another. Great. As a horney teenager he probably would've loved the place but as of now, he wasn't impressed. As he started to make his way over to the bar in order to ask around if anyone had seen her - something caught his attention.

The crowd that had been gathered in front of the bar started clapping their hands and screaming in excitement. There was a young girl standing on top of the bar, her back facing them. Her brown curls fell perfectly over her shoulders. Dressed in tight, black jeans, a white tank top and black stilettoes. Nice! Wait. That face. 'Uh oh.'

Damon stopped dead in is tracks when his eyes finally recognized the person dancing and rolling her hips in circular movements on top of the bar. Grayson would certainly have died of a heart attack had he been there himself. Reality hit him so hard, that he thought he would stop breathing, his heart almost exploding inside his chest.

Little, innocent, annoying, girl next door - Elena Gilbert - was dancing on top of the bar - her body on full display for everyone to worship. Sweet baby Jesus.

For a moment or two, he just stood there - frozen to the floor, unable to move as he gawked at her, his eyes glued to her body, her female curves taunting him, hypnotizing him and every other male with functioning eyes in the room. This just wasn't his day.

Someone managed to elbow him in the ribs and thankfully - it sent him back to reality. He cursed loudly, pushing all young, horny and desperate teenagers out of his way, knowing damn well that Grayson wouldn't approve of his daughter's current behavior. Hell, Damon himself didn't even approve of her actions. He had to get her out of that bar before something bad happened.

He reached the bar within seconds.

"Elena!" He shouted, trying to overpower the loud music as he slammed his hand down on top of the bar. "Elena!"

She obviously didn't hear him over the noise – because she continued to dance as if she was a part of the Coyote Ugly movie; that Stefan had forced him to watch more than once during their teenage years. He groaned, irritated at the situation.

"Elena!"

This time, she turned around to meet his blue, angry, thundering orbs as he glared at her. In turn - Elena looked like she'd been busted with her hand in the secret cookie jar and he felt a twinge of satisfaction rush through his body. He motioned for her to stop what she was doing and watched her intently as she climb down from the bar - slightly humiliated. Or so he thought. She blushed crimson red and she looked… pissed. Really pissed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She hissed at him. "If this is one of your stupid jokes – I can tell you straight away that it's not funny!"

"Grayson called me. He was worried about you."

"Oh, really?" She glared at him and crossed her arms above her chest.

"It's way past your bedtime," He replied with his usual hint of sarcasm as he grabbed her by the arm. "Let's go."

"Let go of me."

He took another step forward and leaned in closer, their mouths merely a couple of inches apart. He could easily feel her breath on his lips as it tickled the sensitive area.

"Get your ass out the door before I throw you over my shoulder and carry you out myself." He smirked dangerously as he warned her. 'Oh honey, if looks could kill', he thought.

"You wouldn't dare." She hissed, her voice hoarse.

At that point, he was tired and annoyed to the point of exhaustion. He'd signed up for Elena - not a drunk and unrelenting teenager with a face of an angel. He'd never expected drunk Elena to fight him - he'd actually been expecting her to show some kind of gratitude - it was - after all, in the middle of the night.

She smelled of sweet perfume and tequila, her face so close to his that the scent of her caused him to feel slightly intoxicated. In other words, he'd had enough. If she wanted a scene, he would give her a scene. Without any warning, Damon grabbed her by the arm and yanked her in his direction, pulling her flush against his own body - her breasts pressing up against his chest.

He hauled her up without problem and she shrieked at him in surprise or perhaps; shock - but truth be told, Damon couldn't care less. People stared at them as he walked through the crowd. She yelled, kicked, screamed and breathed heavily due to the exertion of fighting against his tight grip.

"Just give it up already!" He growled and smacked her behind with an open palm as he reached the door and kicked it open. He steered his steps towards his car, refusing to let her go, the irritation inside him growing with every step.

"Damon, let go of me!" She managed to grab a handful of his hair in her fist and without hesitation - she yanked his head backwards, pulling so hard that he yelped at the impact.

"What the hell?" He groaned, his knees almost buckling as she pulled at his already tousled hair, his car within reach. "Fine! I'll let go if you promise to do the same."

She wobbled as he put her down with more force than what had been necessary and he ruffled his hair, massaging his sore scalp. They glared at each other, panting heavily as they tried to catch their breaths. Fucking nightmare, he thought to himself. He opened the door and motioned for her to get in. She shook her head, clearly displeased with the situation and slammed the door shut, with so much force that he gritted his teeth in annoyance.

Twenty minutes later and Elena had passed out in the passenger seat, resting her head against the windowpane. He glanced at her knowing fully well that she would feel like shit in the morning. 'Serves you right', the devil sitting on his left shoulder grinned with a hint of gloat.

He yawned, it was almost three a.m. and he'd never longed so hard for his bed before. He'd contemplated leaving Elena at her parents house but had decided against it, knowing very well that Grayson and Miranda would want her to be looked after - as she'd been quite drunk at the time he'd picked her up. To be fair, she'd reeked of liquor he'd never encountered before.

Their brawl at the bar had been as much of a shock and surprise to him as it probably had been to her too. He'd never raised his voice in her presence before, he'd never lost a part of his own self control while in her company - until that very moment.

He shook his head, regret scratching at his insides. He'd never meant to be rough or impatient with her. He recalled the weird sensation as he'd smacked her behind. Damn! That had been a mistake that he had regretted straight away. He'd crossed a line - invisible or not - he would have to apologize either way. He felt quite bad about the way he'd been acting.

He gripped the steering wheel with both hands. 'Stupid fucker.' He rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. 'Great, you probably scarred her for life.'

He could she her shiver in her seat as goosebumps appeared on her bare arms. Without thinking twice about it, he shrugged out of his leather jacket and draped it over her upper body. She sighed in contentment.

Another twenty minutes and he sighed heavily - tired beyond comprehension - as he parked outside his building. He contemplated whether or not to wake her up but decided against it. Gathering his last piece of strength, he managed to scoop her up in his arms. To his surprise, she'd sneaked her arms around his neck, while breathing quietly as they rode the elevator to the seventh floor.

She wasn't heavy but he could still feel the energy being drained from him as he struggled to unlock the front door without dropping her at his feet. She snuggled close to his neck, sending shivers down his spine as her warm breath tickled the sensitive skin.

At last, he finally managed to unlock the door and close it behind them. He headed straight for his bedroom. Once he'd placed her on top of his bed - he realized that he probably should've put her down on the couch instead. He sighed, his body aching, screaming at him to rest before insanity threatened to invade his - now fragile - senses. He shook his head at his own actions and laid down beside her, exhaustion knocking the wind out of him before his head hit the pillow.


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