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Title-Off with the Gloves
Summary: His eyes darkened at theidea of being her exhaustion, of exhausting her until he became that smudgy thought on the edge of her vision.
He wanted to shake her.
He wanted to take her in his arms and forcibly shake her, tell her to never put him through that again.
She was acting like a child. In a way, she still was. In all his years as a vampire, he had never met a woman more infuriating.
Damon pinned her with a dark glare.
Stupid girl. She stood there, in flowing drapes of black silk and golden toile that clung deliciously to her frame. Why couldn't she do as she was told?
He watched her pretty little mouth pucker into a frown. Luminous brown eyes met his own and he fought to cage the lust that had tinged his anger. His eyes darkened at the idea of being her exhaustion, of exhausting her until he became that smudgy thought on the edge of her vision. Damon caught the sweeping look of defiance clashing behind her doe eyed façade.
So that's how she wants to play.
"Did you get what you wanted?" He asked coolly, hands clenched in the silk of her shawl.
"Actually yes." She replied, her eyes glimmering, pleading with him to understand her reasoning.
"Good, I'm your ride home. We're leaving." He ground out.
Elena found her arm unceremoniously snatched, as she was half dragged like a petulant child. She glanced up, and immediately regretted it. Fire danced, wild and untamed behind cobalt blue orbs.
Utterly sick of his caveman antics, Elena gathered her strength and pulled. "Damon let go of me." She hissed, shrugging roughly from his grasp.
She clattered backgrounds, wobbling precariously in her hills. Mentally cursing the waxed floors, Elena struggled to regain her balance.
A band of steel wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her in a vice like grip.
How dare he?
"Look, I'm sorry, I had to cut you out of the plan," she started in a half guilty whisper.
"There shouldn't have been a plan, you shouldn't be here." He hissed, eyes darkening.
"You think I like going behind your back, I don't. But if I hadn't asked Stephan to help, you would have tried to be the hero and you would have ruined everything." Elena hated lying to him. But lately, his heroic antics usually ended in sabotage.
"Sorry for trying to keep you alive," he snapped his temper spiking. "Clearly Stephan doesn't give a crap anymore."
Elena balked, eyebrows furrowing. "Now you're mad at me for including Stephan?" Is that really what he thinks?
"No, I'm mad at you because I love you!" He snapped, bristling at her deviant behavior.
"Well maybe that's the problem." It poured from her mouth so easily; she almost believed her own lie.
In a whirl of silk, she turned away from him, strolling across the foyer and towards her escape. She was nearly there when she was snatched off her feet and shoved into a darkened corridor away from the glow of the party.
"I wasn't done yet," he whispered, his tone silky. She found herself trying to avoid that scrutinizing look in his eyes. She shivered as he cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his blazing gaze. Stupid, arrogant man, she seethed mentally, even as she tried to quell the shaking of her legs.
She had defied him. Elena welcomed the chills that prickled her neck at the thought. She had defied him and liked it. Better yet, she liked what it did to him. This demanding, dominate force that had her pinned to the wall. Elena leaned forward towards her imposing captor.
"Well, I'm not sorry I talked to Esther," she quipped Careful, you're playing with fire.
In a flash she was wretched to his chest, her body flush with his. Damon clenched her hips firmly. Peering up into his glittering eyes, she was rewarded with the darkness that pooled there.
"You sure you're not just sorry you got caught?" His voice was gravel, rumbling in her ear. Elena hesitated. She was teetering right on the edge, just one more step and she would be over.
Feeling rebellious, her lips twitched in a devilish smirk, and without a second thought, she threw herself over the edge. "Nope." She said crisply.
Instantly she felt the sting of his hand as it collided with her bottom, even through the many layers of fabric. Elena sucked in a gasp, as delicious heat spread from his hand to between her legs.
"Brat," he admonished, nibbling her lip.
"Since you're feeling so bold, I think it's time these came off," He whispered, eyes black with lust. His hand crept expertly up her dress, skimming over her smooth thighs to the scrap of black lace that was her underwear. He pulled them down, tantalizingly slow. In a flash he had them bunched in his fist. She was completely exposed, her bottom bare under the layers of her dress. And then he let her go. "See if you can behave yourself for the evening." He pocketed her panties with a smirk before propelling her forward with another smack.
Elena skittered away from him, joining the throng of bodies under the light of the crystal chandelier. She clenched her legs, trying to stifle the dull ache that throbbed there. Her thoughts were rooted to the darkened edge that had found its way into his gaze. She relished the thought of being that darkened edge. He had corrupted her.
And he thought he had won. Game on Salvatore. Elena strode purposefully towards her target, a determined glint in her eye.
"Elijah," she approached the stoic vampire with a sunny smile. "Care for a drink?"
Elijah's normally serious features softened, his eyes twinkling. "I'd be delighted." His had found the small of her back as she let him lead her towards the bar.
She sneaked a peak over her shoulder.She could feel his gaze on her and casually leaned on Elijah's arm. That'll teach him!
Elena knew she was skating on thin ice, but frankly she didn't care.
She let Elijah get her a drink, taking care to brush his fingers as he did. She listened to his conversation, laughing heartily at every opportunity. Every chance she got she would touch his arm.
"Care for another?" Elijah asked some time later, indicating her two empty flutes.
Elena readily complied, relishing in the fire in her throat and the sheer confidence the champagne had brought.
Elijah nodded and disappeared into the crowd in search for more.
"Still feeling brave now, are we?" His voice was a seething fury in her ear. Elena nearly jumped as his hand came to rest possessively on her hip, drawing him close to his side.
"Let's just say I like a challenge." She breathed. The champagne was making her brave, too brave.
"I will delight in showing you the errors of your thinking," he snapped, yanking her to him as he steered them towards the exit.
Moments later, Elijah returned, two champagne flutes in hand. His brow furrowed when he didn't see the doppelganger. Where could she have gone? He stood there puzzled for a few seconds, before it dawned on him. He knew exactly where she was. He smirked. Damon was going to have his hands full.
Elena fought to combat the worry coiling in her belly against the throbbing ache between her legs. Damon had drove them home at warp speed, his hands clenching the steering wheel in a death grip. She gulped slightly, knowing she may have pushed him a little too far.
The boarding house rose up, dark and quiet against the night. Elena was fully aware of his hand against her bottom as they walked silently up the steps. Once inside he swooped her up in his arms and carried her upstairs.
In his bedroom he jerked her to him, his hands finding the zipper at her back. "Let's get you out of this dress," he whispered.
Seconds later she stood in front of him in only her silken gloves. The cool air washed over her bottom and Elena shivered as she was exposed.
"This is how this is going to go. I'm going to be in charge and you're going to behave for once," his voice low, smoldering.
She fell against the bed with a protesting whine. "Don't you dare," he warned, taking her bottom lip between his teeth.
"I should punish you for what you put me through tonight," he growled against her skin. She mewled as his hands roamed, trailing her collarbone, tracing her navel, brushing the apex of her thighs.
"I thought you already did." She panted, plucking a scrap of lace from the sheets. "Remember these?" She twirled her underwear.
"Yes, that worked out very well," he hissed with a frown.
"Touch me." She demanded through gritted teeth.
"Oh?" His hand flitted over her bottom, stroking maddening circles in the soft skin. Elena's breath hitched as he landed a firm slap. Instantly he began to massage the sting.
"You were very naughty," he whispered, landing another slap to her behind. Elena nearly came undone at his words. He didn't massage this time, but instead let the sting sink in.
Elena squealed clutching him to her as his hand landed on her bottom a third time, pinking it slightly. Friction began to form between her thighs as his hand warmed her cheeks. Damon swooped down, crushing his mouth to hers in drugging kisses.
"You don't think you deserve this?" Damon asked against her lips, tracing the swell of her backside.
Cocky bastard. Elena harrumphed, turning away from his smirking mouth. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
"Don't tease if you can't take the consequences, sweetheart," he warned. His lips trailed fire across her throat and onto her lips. She couldn't help it, and moaned into his mouth. Damn him!
"Just as long as you're the one to punish me," she breathed, relenting against him.
"Always," Damon promised, sweeping the hair from her face.
His teeth nibbled and nipped until he found her gloves. He peeled the silken strips from her tingling fingertips.
"I'm sorry I was naughty," she whispered, squirming as she said it, feeling very much like the child she had been acting like.
"Like I said before, I was mad at you because I love you, it comes with the territory." He explained, tucking her under his chin.
"You still mad?" She mumbled into the crook of his neck.
"That depends," he said with a smirk. "Are you still going to act like a child?"
Elena smiled and snuggled closer. Leaning up, she tugged gently on his chin until he was looking down at her.
"That depends, if you can be mad at me because you love me, than I can love you even when you make me mad." Her eyes were twinkling as she peered up at him.
"Smart mouth," he mumbled, brushing his lips over hers.
"You love it," she remarked cheekily.
"I love you," he declared.
"I love you too."
And just like that, the gloves came off.
Well? What did you think? I have wanted to do this one-shot for ages! I always felt there was something more to the scene that needed to be further expanded.