Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries or the characters, and acknowledge the ownership and work of L.J Smith.
Warning: This story contains adult scenes.
a/n: That last scene in last weeks episode (3X2) was such a beautiful/angsty moment between Elena/Damon. I thought I'd really like to recreate it into something a tad bit more special in the sense that they truly connected. Anyways, enjoy! And would love to know what you thought. :)
"Because, when I drag my brother from the edge, I want you to remember the things you felt when you were with me." Damon held Elena's face between his hands, and looked into her brown eyes as they burnt. There, he said. He did it. He admitted it.
Elena stared solemnly into the face of the man that made her heart strings wrap around her broken heart in a strangling position. It hadn't always been like this. She hadn't always felt this. No, the fact that Damon's harsh and selfish character contrasted with Elena's gentle and selfless character had them pinned against each other as enemies. It also didn't help that she was dating his brother. Or at least, dated. Stefan was gone, his soul and body out there somewhere in the midst of trouble.
She hated that she held these feeling for Damon. What a betrayal to Stefan, she thought. Although she had never technically been unfaithful to Stefan, she still felt that she was betraying Stefan with the chemical reaction in her mind and body. She could not take her eyes away from Damon. She could not stop her body from reacting to him. She could not get her activate mind to stop the thoughts of him rushing in. She could not stop her lips from quivering. And for that; her eyes, body, mind, and lips were betraying Stefan. And worst of all they were betraying her. Betraying her womanly pride and faithfulness.
Wait, didn't Stefan leave her? Didn't he just pack and leave to chase the excitement of his Vampire instincts?
Would it be so bad to give in to the temptations that her body lit up with, and ask Damon to stay? After all, wasn't Damon the one to bring it up in a subtle way? I want you to remember the things you felt when you were with me. She didn't just want to remember those feelings, she wanted to express those feeling. Show him with her hands, lips and body just what she was feeling. However wrong it may be.
Feeling bold, she said to him just before he left, his hands still resting on her exquisitely warm cheeks. "Then stay-" she swallowed the nervous lump that conjured in her throat "stay for the night."
He seemed shocked as his eyes flared in disbelief, "Elena, what are you saying?"
"Damon, don't you see? We can't ignore this thing between us any longer. Later or sooner, it will all just collapse. We need to get it out of our systems. And the truth is, we both need some healing. After everything that's happened, don't you want release? Because, I need release and I will give it you." She took a shaky breath and continued, "Damon, you said you wanted me to know I felt when I was with you, well, then let me know just how it feels to be with you." The flames erupted into a dangerous fire, and she pressed her lips to his, softly.
All thought left him as soon as her sweet lips made contact with his, a soft brush and nothing more. Another brush. And another, before they couldn't stand it any longer and needed to feel each other, needed to be inside each other. His lips opened over hers, a sweet invitation as the kiss deepened and their tongues intertwined. He was loosing it, and for a moment he forgot that it was his brothers girl. She was just Elena - the girl he loved almost viciously. He needed to feel her skin, oh how he dreamed of this moment for so long. Then thought slowly creeping back, he pulled back from the kiss and said with a hoarse voice "It's just you and me in this house? Right?"
He saw that Elena was trying to gather air and thoughts after that intimate kiss, she nodded, her face lit with so much need that it made him ache further. "Alaric and Jeremy are where exactly?"
"Jeremy's working late at the diner with Matt, Alaric's also there." she pressed her swollen lips to his neck, "It's just you and me." She held his shaken hand, and led him to her bed, she layed down and waited for him to continue the kiss, but he hesitated for a while. "What's wrong?" She stoked his arms, and kissed his collarbone, his neck, "I need this moment with you. I need you inside me. Fill me. I'm so empty."
He stared at her, felt her heart beat racing at a record speed, with tears filling her eyes. He kissed her. There were a few things that gave Damon pleasure like blood, and more blood, but up until now, he discovered that he would literally live and die for Elena's kisses, especially when her tongue greeted his in a slow dance. So warm and satisfying. He heard her moans, and her sweet carcasses against his skin and became transfixed in this tantalizing embrace. He could feel how desperate her body needed him, and his hunger rose for her.
With ease, he removed her blouse. And with careful consideration, he removed her bra. He disentangled himself from her so that he could look at her. She was open for him and to him, and he stared. He cupped a warm hand to her breast. "Are you ready for me, Elena?" He removed her jeans and with slight hesitation moved his hand down, and found that she was indeed ready. Ready for him, and only him. She moaned as he caressed her bare skin with his large hands. Both their heated cores pressed together, in desperation. He removed his clothing until he was bare, and with ecstatic and hypnotized eyes, she stared at him "You're beautiful," she said, as she let out another pleasurable sound.
And then they joined. Flesh to flesh. Heart beat to heart beat. They both gasped at that moment, a heavy moan filling the air as their bodies became one. She never left her eyes from his face as he made love to her. So deep, and intense was their joining that Elena went blind with pleasure and love. She kissed his shoulder as they climaxed again, and then softly bit it. They both found release in each other arms. Again and again. Every time he pushed further and deeper, they were marking eachothers hearts and souls with their own.
He slowly detached himself from her. She knew he was going to leave her soon. Still her body was hot and shaking, still needing his. Still. But soon, he would leave, Alaric and Jeremy would come back and she would have to sleep with thoughts of him, her body still quivering in the aching and lonely night. She had come to a realization that this was their moment. And perhaps their only moment. Don't go, she wanted to tell him. Take me with you.
He turned to look at her, their breaths still haggard and gone, "Elena..." He couldn't find the words. "I have to go."
Just say the words we both need to hear, she thought. Looking at him with love and expectation.
Feeling bold again, she said, "Damon, when you go and walk out that door, I want you to remember this night." She kissed him deeply, and then said, "You know where to find me."
I still can't get you out of my system. You've overflown me, bits of you in my bloodstream.