a/n: alright, I think I've made you all wait long enough. The new episode is tomorrow night, and from what I hear it's going to be the mid season finale. That means no Damon for a few weeks. I'm not sure if I my heart will be able to take it after the summer break we JUST had, but I will do my best. I will also keep writing to save my sanity and do my part in keeping you all anxious and ready for the new episode when it comes back. I have a feeling that as soon as tomorrow's episode is over, I will be requested to do a bunch of scenes, as long as the writers cooperate with us and give us at least a little of what we want. Anyway, blah blah blah…here is my version of how 3x08 should have ended. (although to the writers defense- it was a beautiful scene) it left me screaming; "What! They're sleeping together and training together and giving each other the 'eye thing', but they won't kiss!" so, here is my way of dealing with that! Lol
p.s. let's play my new favorite game! Spot the Drabble!
Dedicated to Angelfan984, bibi 13ca (sorry no morning sex-yet-, but I hope you still like), EstelleC
Elena flicked the lights off with a sigh. Today had been a long day, and it was about to get just a bit longer. "Seriously Damon?"
The vampire was sprawled across one side of her bed like a Greek God, or what he considered the proper position for such a seduction tactic. "We got Mikeal."
"How?" she came toward the bed, looking down at him and debating whether to kick him out or not. He did look fairly delectable against her pillows. No, dammit! Not these thoughts again.
"I guess Katherine came through. The plan is in motion." His eyes softened for a minute, then went back to teasing. "See, I told you I had it." He wiggled his eyebrows hoping she would smile. Instead she rolled her eyes. "Go ahead, kick-yell-scream. I'm sure you've been planning your rant all day."
Elena only shook her head, too tired to bicker, much to Damon's disappointment. He sincerely hoped one day their fight would lead to a bigger one, which in turn would end in makeup sex. "I'm not gonna yell at you." she said, the exhaustion obvious in her voice as she fluffed the pillows and positioned them to her needs.
"Why not? I went behind your back freed Stefan, and you know what? It backfired; he's an even bigger dick than ever…but at least he's a dick on our side."
"I'm not mad. I'm tired; I just wanna go to bed." She tugged at the blankets, but he didn't budge. Her obvious hint for him to get out went unnoticed as he looked up at the ceiling, clearly quite comfortable.
"I think Mikeal' weapon is a stake, cuz he said something about it."
"Well then he must have carved it from the White Oak tree before they burned it." She tugged again, with force this time, but it was useless.
He smirked and tilted his head to look at her. "So I was right." Elena rolled her eyes and tossed the blankets over him with a sigh, getting into bed herself. "After all that, the wall led us to Mikeal."
She huffed and did her best to settle into the mattress. "It led us to more than just that. I think I got Rebekah on our side to."
"Really?" Damon turned toward her slightly. "What did you learn?"
Elena shrugged, looking up at the ceiling and remembering the pain on the blonde vampire's face when the truth about who had killed her mother came out. "She's just a girl. Lost her mom to young, and she loves blindly and recklessly. Even if it consumes her." Elena spoke as if she understood exactly what it felt like, before she even fully realized her own similarities. Damon watched the recognition flash across her face, followed by something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. She was quiet for a minute, thinking hard but he didn't say anything, just watched her and waited, wishing he could read her mind. She rolled towards him and let their eyes connect, the haze of wonder gone. "When all is said and done, there is nothing more important than the bond of family."
"Well," Damon sighed and rolled over so they were facing each other. Their bodies still weren't touching, but he could feel the heat from her body radiating towards him. It was like a magnet and he had to resist reaching out to her. "you should tell that to my brother."
She smiled, just slightly and took a deep almost shattering breath. "I'm not mad at you for letting him out Damon." She repeated and leaned back to switch off the light. The room was much darker, but he could see her face in the light from the moon and the street lamps through her windows. "I think you're gonna be the one that saves him…and it won't be because he loves me." She paused and let the new realization hit her. "It'll be because he loves you." Damon thought about that, and wondered just how right she was. "Can I tell you the rest tomorrow?" she asked, her eyes heavy with sleep.
"Sure." He smiled comfortingly and nodded slightly, watching as her eyes finally closed.
He kept watching, studying her face intently and wondering just what it was about this girl he couldn't quite get enough of. Things had changed so drastically for him since she had come into his life, he wasn't so much a different man as much as a better man. She didn't want him to change, she only wanted him to live up to his full potential of greatness, and somehow, somewhere inside of him she saw it lurking in depths of all the horrible, evil things he'd done. He'd killed her brother, he'd lied to her about Bonnie's death and he'd forced his blood into her- but she'd forgiven him for all of it.
He just couldn't understand why. He was tired of playing this back and forth game they seemed to thrive on. It was obvious to everyone but her that she cared for him, that she loved him. As she snuggled deeper into the pillow he ached to reach out and touch her face. He hadn't actually thought that she would let him stay here all night, but it looked as if she didn't mind. He carefully and quietly slipped off the bed and pulled his shirt off, then his jeans. It may not be his bed, but he was definitely not going to be able to sleep in his clothes. Besides, he would probably be awake before her and be out of the house before she even realized he'd been there all night.
The light wind from her open window set his skin to goosebumps and once he closed it, he slipped beneath the sheets next to her and watched her for a few minutes. She actually looked at peace for once and he found it an interesting expression on her face. He remembered coming into this room before, watching her sleep and touching her cheek. Almost on instinct his hand came up and traced the same pattern. It seemed like a hundred years ago since that night, and with a sigh he rolled over. If he kept staring at her he wasn't sure he'd be able to resist kissing her.
As he settled into the mattress, wrapped the sheet around him he noticed just how much everything in this room smelled like her. His eyes drifted closed, as he breathed in deeply and he wondered if he would be able to sleep after all. Being this close to her was torture and as he shifted his foot brushed against hers. She slid her leg up, searching for a more comfortable position and he felt her smooth skin against his thigh. He gritted his teeth and held his breath, hoping she wouldn't wake up and kick him out now. She made a small sleep sound and he felt her slide closer to him. Her arm slipped under his and draped across his waist.
If he'd had any breath left in his system, he would have been holding it. She made another noise and settled her warm body against his completely. He turned his head to look back at her, seeing her eyes were still fully closed and she was still asleep. Her subconscious was aware of her need for him, that was a start at least. With that comforting thought running through his mind, he closed his eyes again prepared to fight himself to sleep. Then her fingers began to lightly rub against his stomach, and he could feel her warm breath on his back. He heard the beat in her heart increase and he knew she had woken herself up.
Surprisingly, she didn't pull away. Her voice was light and sleepy but he didn't have to struggle to hear her in the deathly quiet room. "I hate sleeping alone." She admitted and flattened her palm against his chest.
"So do I." he wasn't sure where this conversation was going, or how much longer it would last, but he suddenly didn't want her to go back to sleep.
"Thank you for staying Damon." She whispered, and he could have sworn he felt her lips touch his shoulder lightly.
"Anytime." He pursed his lips, not sure what move to make next, or if he was supposed to make any at all. The problem was that she was still touching him, and he couldn't help the tingling sensation that ran through his body.
"Are you tired?" she asked, her voice just slightly more awake.
Feeling brave and probably a little stupid he rolled back so he could look at her without hurting his neck. She didn't pull back, she didn't move away. "Not at the moment. You?"
She shook her head, her eyes darting between his and his lips. He knew what she wanted, he just wasn't sure if she was aware of it yet. "Are you naked in my bed?" she asked suddenly, her hand lifting lightly away from his chest as if she was curious to reach down and find out.
"Would you kick me out if I told you yes?"
She looked up at into his eyes, her hand settling a little further down on his abs. "No."
"Then yes, I am naked in your bed Elena." His eyes did that thing they both knew drove her crazy. "I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable."
She shook her head and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. The sight alone made his blood boil. "Not at all, just curious."
He smirked then, wrapping his fingers lightly around her wrist and slowly guiding her hand further down. "No need to fight the urge."
She noticed that he didn't force her any further and left her hand to hover in the air between him and the sheet. "What am I doing?" she whispered, and he figured she was asking herself more than him. "Damon, what's happening to me?"
He smiled and turned toward her, framing her face with his hands. "I think you're finally waking up."
"I'm terrified." She admitted turning her face to press a kiss to the inside of his palm.
"You don't have to be afraid of me Elena." He hoped his tone was comforting, he hoped the fact that he was extremely turned on and anxious to have her wasn't completely obvious.
"I'm not. I'm afraid of me, of how I'm feeling."
"How are you feeling?" he caressed her cheek and slipped slowly closer to her.
Her skin was on fire, and if he didn't stop touching her she wasn't sure what she would do next. "Hot." She decided it was best to be honest. "I want you, I mean…I'm used to wanting you to some degree but this is different."
Damon covered the shocked pleasure at her admission and did his best to keep a straight face. "Different how?"
"If I don't at least kiss you, I'm going to explode."
She was being a little dramatic, and they both knew it but as all the pent up frustration and tension she'd been bottling up came to the surface, she found herself unable to stop from leaning forward and closing the distance between them. Kissing him was like breathing, it was like being perfectly still and being on a rollercoaster all at once. His fingers tangled in her hair as he pressed her over and back into the mattress. He'd meant to go slow, to give her time and space to adjust to the new development, but at their tongues battled he found it hard to remember much else than how incredible her body felt beneath his.
Elena knew what she was doing now, she was frighteningly aware of just how hard she was pushing both of them. She'd started something, and there was no going back now for either of them. His hands smoothed down the sides of the tanktop, then slipped beneath the fabric and lifted it over her breasts. She took it off the rest of the way as his kisses teased her breasts and shoulders. He nibbled lightly, doing his best to go as slow as possible. He could hear the race of blood in her veins, smell the sweat slowly breaking out over her body, and knew this couldn't be another one of his dreams.
It all felt too real, it all felt too good, and then he wondered for a second if that was exactly the reason why it was a dream. There was no way Elena would give into him like this. It was too easy, not that the past few years pining away for her had been easy, but he'd thought finally getting her into bed would have taken a bit more work on his part. Basically all he'd done was get undressed. When she moaned and rubbed against him, all thoughts stopped and he kissed his way back to her lips. "You're going to have to tell me to stop Elena." He warned, hooking his fingers in the top of her shorts and panties. "I won't be able to do it myself."
She nodded and lifted her hips toward his, making it easier for him to undress her. When her remaining clothing was discarded and on the floor, she wrapped herself around him as tight as possible. She didn't want him to stop, she wouldn't mind if he never stopped, and as he sucked at her neck and teased her clit with the hardened head, she figured she may as well tell him. "I don't want you to stop Damon." She gasped, clinging to him for dear life as he drove her crazy. "Show me what I've been missing, what I've been ignoring and denying myself from. You're all I want right now."
He groaned into her neck, wishing he had more self control at the moment. He wanted to tease her, drive her crazy until she was begging incoherently, until all she could do was mumble his name. But, she was too tempting and he found himself pulling her legs up and apart. Elena hissed at the feeling of cold air attacking the wetness, but it was soon replaced with the burning throbbing that came from being stretched so suddenly. She cried out and lifted her head up to kiss him, being quiet was too difficult when everything felt this good.
A simple touch of his hand sent her pulse racing. A lick of his tongue under her ear or around her nipple set her blood boiling. She clenched her fists in the air, desperately searching for something to hold onto. When his fingers threaded through hers, she held onto him for dear life as he thrust in and out of her. He held her arms above her head, thankful for the strength to hold himself up as he moved faster. Her cries grew louder as she tightened around him, and he bent down to kiss her again, swallowing her moans and curses. Her nails dug into his palm as she rode her orgasm out beneath him.
For a moment it was like time stood still around them. It was just them together, moving as one and coming together. They moved as if they'd done this a hundred times and as the last waves of pleasure lapped at her senses, she said something she wasn't even sure she'd known herself. "Oh God Damon. I love you."
The exhaustion took her over the next moment and before he could even speak her eyes had fluttered closed. She'd had a long hard day, and an even more exciting night. Damon carefully slid off her, pushing the hair back from her face. The peaceful look she had before was gone. It was now replaced by a completely satisfied smile, and he couldn't help taking pleasure from the fact that he'd put it there. Truth be told, he'd had one hell of a night himself. Babysitting this new Stefan was practically a full time job, and as the daze of sleep began to work over his mind, he pulled her close to him, promising himself, he would tell her just how much he loved her in the morning.
_Six Hours Later_
Damon's nose prickled at the smell of roasted beans drifting through the house. He wasn't sure how that could be possible, considering he was in bed at home, completely alone again. Rolling over, and mumbling angrily about dreams and how tortuous they could be he did his best to push back the images of a naked Elena arching up against him and crying out his name. He sighed, then breathed in deeply, shocked to find that the smell of her was everywhere. His eyes opened, focusing first on the pillow where a few spots of blood stained the white fabric. Her shampoo seemed embedded in and around him and the perfume she wore occasionally hung in the air.
Realization hit him like a damn train and he felt as though a stake had been driven through his gut, but in the best possible way. It hadn't been a dream, it had all be real. He'd actually made love with Elena last night, in her bed, in her house and as the smell of coffee crawled up the stairs toward him, he sat up in bed doing his best to plaster a smile on his face instead of the surely dumbfounded look that was there. She walked through the door wearing only his tshirt and carrying two mugs of steaming coffee. For a moment he considered indulging in the drink, but the sight of her already had him out of bed and pulling her tight against him.
"Good morning to you too." She grinned, welcoming the kiss he offered, and returning it wholeheartedly.
a/n: ah, my silly version of how I think the episode should have ended. Of course the writers will never be kind enough to make us happy with a Delena love scene so soon, but perhaps they could torture us with a dream sequence sometime later in the season. Hmm…it would certainly be interesting. At any rate, I hope you're glad I didn't make this a dream, although it is fanfiction after all. Hope you all enjoyed it! I have tomorrow off work so I will hopefully be posting a new set of drabbles and hopefully another full fic! Can't wait to see what you all thought!
p.s. let me know if you would like a second chapter…I got a wonderful request for a morning sex scene and we all know I cant resist a good request! ;) anyone interested in what happens next?