Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).
I hope you enjoy this little chapter.
They continued driving until they made it to Indianapolis. Damon figured he wanted to put as much room between Klaus and Elena as possible, and as long as Klaus didn't know where Elena was, they were safe. If anything they were safer in a motel in Indianapolis than they were in Mystic Falls. However, firstly they had to make a quick visit to the local hospital to grab a few extra blood bags for Damon. They carried on for another ten minutes before Damon turned off the I-65 and headed towards a neon motel sign stating it had vacancies. Damon pulled up in the parking lot and got out of the car, followed by Elena.
"I'm quite capable of getting us a room by myself Elena." Damon said through gritted teeth. "I don't need a babysitter."
"Look Damon, I know you." Elena grabbed Damon by the arm. "I'm not the only one upset about what happened tonight. You are too." she said quietly. "I just want to make sure you don't take it out on the person at reception if they tell you they only have one unsuitable room left." she said.
"I'm fine Elena." Damon rolled his eyes. "I'm more concerned about your safety right now. How much my brother has or has not pissed me off is not even relevant." he said. "The last thing I want to do is draw attention to vampires right now while you are with me. Klaus is too much of a threat. Snatch, eat, erase at this motel, is not even an option right now, no matter how much I want it." he glared at her.
"Fine." Elena folded her arms. "So let me come with you." she said. "I'm safer while you are around me." she smirked.
"Okay Elena, you win." Damon grimaced as they walked over to the office.
Behind the desk sat a middle aged man, with a dark mustache, a shiny bald head and a thickening midriff. He wore a tight fitting t-shirt, which in a previous lifetime was white, but had been washed until it had turned gray. As Elena got closer to the man, she wished he'd washed it more recently as she could smell the sweat on him. He eyed Damon and Elena wearily as they walked over to him, before putting on a fake smile.
"What can I do for you folks?" the man behind the desk asked.
"We'd like a room." Damon told him. "Two beds." he added.
The man glanced between Damon and Elena, and raised an eyebrow before searching through a little box of key cards.
"Last one." he said as he pulled one of the cards out and handed it over to Damon, who pulled out a wad of cash.
"Is that the best room you've got?" Damon compelled him.
"No." the man replied blankly.
"Are you charging me for the best room?" Damon asked.
"Yes." the man replied.
"Then give me the best room you have with two double beds." Damon told him, as the man rummaged through the box once more and brought out a different key card.
"That'll be fifty two dollars." he added, looking at the notes in Damon's hand before glancing up at Damon, and handing over the new key card.
"I want you to forget you ever saw us." Damon compelled the man. "You let the room out to two middle aged women. Tomorrow I want you to go through the video footage, and every time you see our faces, I want you to destroy what you see." he said.
"I will forget I ever saw you." the man replied blankly. "I will destroy all video footage I find of you." he said.
"Good." Damon smiled and tapped the man twice on the cheek. "Have a nice evening." he grinned as he and Elena turned and left the office with the key to the room.
Once they stepped outside Elena turned to Damon. "Was that even necessary?" she asked angrily.
"Of course it was." Damon told her. "It won't take long for Klaus to find out you're alive. We don't need him knowing where we are." he shrugged.
"Won't he just do a locator spell?" Elena asked. "No amount of video erasing is going to hide from one of those." she said.
"I think he needs something of yours to do that." Damon frowned. "And as Stefan just called it off, he doesn't count."
"Thank you for reminding me." she said as she stormed over to the car.
"This was your idea." Damon shook his head as he caught up with her and opened the trunk. "Remember, time out for five minutes with copious amounts of alcohol." he said, gathering up their bags and closing the trunk. "This is what you want. But in order to have the five minute time out, we need to cover our tracks. I'm just trying to protect you, which is why I don't get why you're so wound up about me compelling him. I didn't hurt him." he shook his head. "If anything he was trying to overcharge me." Damon frowned, looking at Elena as if she'd gone crazy.
"Okay, I'm sorry." Elena sighed as they reached their room. "I'm just uptight, that's all." she said.
"I know." Damon said softly, as he slipped the card into the slot in the door, which made a clicking noise, before opening it. "Ladies first." he said, gesturing for Elena to go inside.
Elena flipped the light switch and the room lit up. It was basic, decorated with what seemed like a 1970's décor of orange and brown. However, at least it looked and smelled clean. They placed their bags on the floor and Elena made her way over to the tiny bathroom. It was a plain white suite, with white tiles, not too dissimilar to her own bathroom at home, which she shared with Jeremy. It had a bath with a white shower curtain, a toilet, a sink and vanity unit with an attached light. All in all, it was small, plain, clean and simple.
She headed back to the bedroom where Damon had begun unpacking their clothes and hanging them up in the closet. He stopped and looked at Elena, who was still wearing the purple dress he'd gotten her for her showdown with Stefan and frowned.
"That dress is cute." he said. "But cute won't cut it where we're going."
"Which is?" Elena raised an eyebrow.
"There's a club nearby." Damon told her.
"I won't..." Elena started but shook her head as she realized Damon would just compel her in. "Never mind." she sighed. "So, what do you suggest I wear?" she asked, folding her arms.
"The denim skirt was fine." he said as he rummaged through her bag, pulling out a pair of black pumps. "They'll do." he added, before pulling out a little black tank top. "Perfect." he grinned.
"Okay." Elena sighed as she was about to turn around when Damon began to unbutton his shirt. "Um, why do you need to change?" she frowned.
"Can you believe Klaus ruined my shirt with a cocktail umbrella?" he complained as he threw it over a chair.
Elena tried her best not to gawp at his naked torso, but she was unsuccessful, and Damon caught her. However as soon as he saw her looking, Elena turned away. "I'm going to change." she huffed and went to the bathroom to change.
Once inside she added a little more make-up, but not too much as she didn't want to resemble Katherine. As she got changed, she couldn't shake the mental image of a half naked Damon from her mind. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him like that, but it was the first time it had affected her like this. Heat pooled between her legs, but she knew she had to ignore it. Nothing could ever happen between her and Damon. He was too volatile, too dangerous. Yet, she couldn't deny she was insanely attracted to him. That was when Elena realized it was going to be a long and difficult night ahead.
Once they were ready and Damon had finished off a couple of blood bags, they set out for the remainder of the evening. Just two blocks away was a nightclub which fortunately served food, because Elena was starving. As Elena expected, Damon compelled them to the front of the queue and they were immediately let in without Elena's age being questioned. Damon managed to find them a booth to sit so they could eat and drink without being interrupted. Elena had a burger with potato skins which was just about edible, however nightclubs weren't particular noted for their fine cuisine. Their main purpose being there was to drink and to dance.
Damon had started them off slowly and bought in a round of beers. But once Elena had finished her potato skins, she wanted to get onto something a little stronger. Damon brought a bottle of bourbon over to the table, but Elena couldn't stand the taste. Therefore Damon resorted to the next option, something from his experience he knew Elena did like, tequila.
All the while they continued to talk about absolutely nothing in particular. Elena was fully aware Damon's plan was to take her mind off the fact that she'd just been unceremoniously dumped in favor of a murderous feeding spree with a hybrid who'd just recently caused the deaths of her remaining family. But nonetheless it was still hard to hear it. Elena knew Stefan was doing it to save her, but it still hurt.
So while Stefan was busy helping her by physically protecting her from Klaus, in an unconventional role reversal, it was up to Damon to keep her from crumbling on an emotional level. So as the alcohol started to go down, Elena decided to become bolder and ask Damon some more personal questions than she'd usually dare ask.
"So, why do you like to dance?" Elena asked.
"Because it's fun." Damon replied.
"There's more to it than that." Elena frowned. "Stefan hates it, but you love it. Why?" she asked.
Damon sighed. "Okay, truthfully." he raised an eyebrow as Elena nodded. "I think it is down to how old we were when we turned." he explained. "Stefan was seventeen and barely out of diapers, whereas I was twenty five and had been a soldier. Back then, dancing meant something more than just a good time. It was a way to get closer to a woman. Stefan hadn't had the time to fully appreciate the benefits of dancing, whereas I had." he smirked.
"It was a way to get into a girl's panties?" Elena giggled.
"Yes and no." Damon admitted. "Those of the social standing I was expected to court, weren't allowed to spend time alone with me, so dancing was our only opportunity to get close. But in all honesty, if I wanted anything more, those ladies weren't exactly the type to be wanting a different variety of a good time." he lowered his eyes.
"So who... how?" Elena frowned, however Damon interrupted her.
"I wouldn't go there Elena." Damon shook his head. "Life was different back then. That's all you need to know." he said.
"So Katherine wasn't your first?" Elena asked.
"She was the first woman I fell in love with." Damon corrected her. "But no, she wasn't my first." he shook his head and smirked. "Okay, let me just explain something, although you should know this by now. When we turn, we change, but not by that much. Our personalities become somewhat...heightened." he tried to explain.
Elena thought for a minute. "So you were still a ruthless killing machine, who drank a lot of bourbon and slept with lots of women." she said, swallowing at the thought of the final part of her assessment.
"I was a soldier, so yes, I had blood on my hands." Damon told her. "But no, I wasn't someone who relished in the death of others." he said. "I actually preferred wine, but I was never immune to the charms of a pretty girl." he smirked. "Which is why I wasn't already married off. I wasn't ready to settle down until I met Katherine. I was deemed as someone who had what could be described a loose morals." he explained.
"Oh." Elena replied, surprised by his honesty. She'd never really discussed what he was like as a human. He'd once told her she would have liked him, but he didn't sound like someone she would have liked. Clearly this was written all over her face as Damon opted to speak next.
"You're wondering why I thought you'd have liked me as a human." Damon smirked. "Let's just say today's definition of loose morals is not the same as the 1864 version. Even I would have been shocked and scandalized back then by how even the relatively more innocent of today's society behave." he explained. "I was young, naive and innocent back then." he lowered his eyes for a moment before he gave her a mischievous look. "It took decades to perfect the ruthless monster in front of you who lives for the kill, the feed, and to drink, dance and fuck." he grinned devilishly.
"Damon!" Elena glared at him, he never swore in front of her.
"Time out remember." Damon reminded her. "What happens on the road, stays on the road. Nobody here knows us. We don't have to be who people expect us to be back in Mystic Falls. We are taking the time to relax and be our true selves. And before you say it, I can tell you put an act on." Damon eyed her. "Your friends have expectations of you, so you have to live up to them." he said.
"What makes you say that?" Elena frowned.
"Atlanta." Damon said. "You let your metaphorical hair down and had fun remember? I have never seen that girl make an appearance since. Shame, because I quite liked her, she was fun." he winked.
"You think that's the real me?" Elena frowned.
"No." Damon shook his head. "I think that's a part of you which you keep hidden, just in case your friends disapprove. But if you ask me, they can't be true friends if they did. Blondie wouldn't think twice about acting that way. So why do you have to be so serious all of the time?" he asked.
Elena sighed. "I guess ever since my parents died, I've had more and more responsibility thrown at me." she told him. "I can't just let the people I love get hurt. Having fun has to be put on hold. But you're right." she nodded. "I am worried about what people will think of me." she admitted.
"Well, I happen to like the fun you." Damon grinned. "You do know I won't judge. Like I said before, what happens on the road stays on the road. Bad language and all." he winked. "But just promise me you'll take some of my blood for your hangover later. After everything we've done so far to keep you alive, I don't want you to die of alcohol poisoning." he frowned.
Elena rolled her eyes. "Okay." she agreed. "As long as you drive safely." she insisted.
"You really think I'd do anything to hurt my car?" Damon looked offended.
"Point taken." Elena nodded in agreement, as they both were silent for a moment. Now the alcohol was making Elena bolder, she decided to ask a question she'd never dare broach before. "Why did you let Katherine feed from you when you were human?" she asked nervously.
"Why do you think?" he replied with a smirk on his face.
"Oh." Elena simply said, as she realized he was implying there was some kind of sexual response when a vampire fed from a human. Up until that point, she hadn't experienced any sexual reaction to being bitten, but in truth she'd never been bitten in a sexual way. Every time had been an attack on her. Therefore Elena had to assume a vampire making it a sexual experience for a human had to be done intentionally. Which then begged the next question. "So if it feels good for a human when it's done a certain way." she started hesitantly. "Is it normal feeding for a vampire, or is it something else?" she asked, not wanting to say the words out loud.
"Oh I think you already know the answer to that Elena." Damon replied seductively, confirming her suspicions as to why vampires might want to feed during sex. "We are inherently selfish creatures by nature. We enjoy getting as good as we give." he added in such a way it sent shivers down Elena's spine. After that, Elena went quiet for a while, not knowing what else to say.
Once they'd had enough of drinking and talking, they decided to hit the dance floor. Elena wasn't stupid, she knew she'd need to keep an eye on Damon otherwise he'd find someone to feed from. He'd basically made his position clear; here he was free from the Mystic Falls judgment crowd, where he had to keep himself in check. He promised her he wouldn't kill anyone, but Elena couldn't exactly stop him. Plus Elena had her own agenda. The pain of Stefan's rejection had hurt, and right now she had a need to feel free, which was exactly the same as what Damon was doing, except the consequences were slightly different. Elena also knew it would probably do Damon some good to let him blow off some steam, so Elena decided it was time for her not to judge, but just let him be himself. If anything, him feeding would disgust her and hopefully take her mind off the earlier image of him half naked and making her feel things she knew she shouldn't.
They got up and walked over to the darkened area, where people were dancing to music Elena didn't particularly know, which seemed to consist of a heavy base, but was perfect to dance to. Strobe lighting randomly flashed over the crowd, momentarily lighting up their faces in sync with the beat of the the song. The people seemed completely oblivious to anything other than the music they were dancing to.
Elena noticed Damon wasn't phased at all by their surroundings. It occurred to her that for large parts of his existence, this would have been the perfect hunting ground for him. A dark room, loud music. Nobody would hear a scream, or notice if a girl left the dance floor to make out with a hot guy. Questions wouldn't be asked when she either returned feeling spaced out by blood loss, as her friends would have put it down to alcohol or drugs. They probably wouldn't even notice if the girl went missing. Nobody would think to look for her at first as they'd have assumed she'd have left to spend the night with the hot guy. By the time her friends and family had realized she was missing, Damon would be long gone and the girl would be buried in an unmarked shallow grave, never to be seen again.
After a moment, Elena realized that this wasn't just Damon's life. It was the life of a normal vampire. Stefan wouldn't have been able to do this because he had no self control when he fed on humans. Damon on the other hand was self control personified, even if nobody ever noticed. Damon only killed when he wanted or needed to. And tonight, death wasn't on the menu. Therefore Elena was prepared for Damon to disappear every now and again with a pretty girl. Elena tried her hardest to not let that upset her, but she couldn't help it. Tonight she needed Damon's undivided attention. But this had been her suggestion, so instead, she'd need to find a hot guy to dance with while Damon was busy with his food.
Elena had to think of Damon and any girls he would spend time with, other than her, as food, otherwise it hurt too much. As far as she was concerned, they were walking blood bags. Her thought process shocked her. Elena was usually a girl with high morality and lots of compassion. She should be disgusted by her train of thought. But if she saw it any other way, she'd probably end up in tears, as it would be the second time in one night she'd feel like she'd experienced some form of rejection. And that would render the entire point of this little jaunt pointless.
At first Damon danced with Elena. Their bodies swaying to the beat, but keeping a little bit of distance between them. Elena knew this was for the best, because she knew dancing too close to Damon had the potential to be a recipe for trouble. After a short while something, or someone caught Damon's eye and he began to edge away from her. Elena watched with interest as he sidled up to a scantily clad, pretty girl who looked at him as if she'd won the lottery. They danced together provocatively, Damon clearly using his good looks and charm instead of compulsion on the girl. Elena tried to look away as a pang of jealousy hit her. For some absurd reason, Elena had begun to to feel quite possessive towards Damon. The love he'd demonstrated for her made her think he belonged to her, even if she constantly blew him off. The way Damon's hands roamed the body of the girl he was dancing with, made it clear she didn't have exclusive rights to him. Even if she did try to remind herself that as far as Damon was concerned, the girl he was with was simply a walking blood bag.
When Damon next glanced up at Elena, she saw his fangs elongate and the veins appear around his eyes, which had changed color. He lowered his head to the girl's neck and began to feed. Contrary to her expectations, Elena didn't feel disgusted with Damon's actions. Instead she felt oddly turned on. However, the sense of jealousy was still coursing through her veins, as deep down she wished it was her he was feeding from. Especially now, after finding out what effect feeding could have on a human.
Frustrated with how she felt, Elena looked around as she decided she needed a distraction of her own. Nearby she noticed a guy dancing, who seemed quite cute. He wasn't in Stefan or Damon's league, but Elena thought it would be enough for her. She moved over to where he was and they began to dance together. Finally Elena felt liberated. Dancing with a stranger, who didn't know her, wouldn't judge her and didn't care whether or not she was a doppelganger, was enough to make her feel free for the first time since she found out about her link to Katherine.
Initially everything was fine as she danced with the cute guy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and their bodies moved a little closer. However this was as far as Elena wanted to go with it. She just hoped he didn't get any ideas about taking it any further. He ran his hand down Elena's back when he suddenly looked up and let her go, as he momentarily looked terrified, before turning around and dancing elsewhere. Elena didn't need to be a genius to work out what had happened. She knew immediately that Damon was stood right behind her. She recognized his scent. Elena turned around to face him and scowled. She lifted her chin defiantly and stormed away from the dance floor as Damon stood there at first, clearly surprised by her reaction before he followed her.
Fortunately the dance floor had become more crowded, and Elena managed to get back to their booth much quicker than Damon. In that time she'd managed to pour and drink three shots of tequila, which she needed for the courage to face Damon.
"What the hell was that all about?" Damon demanded.
"I'd like to ask you the same question." Elena scowled as she poured herself another shot and knocked it back in one before slamming the shot glass on the table. "You left me, so I decided to have a little fun. I thought that's what we were here for, remember. Or does that only apply to you?" she folded her arms.
"I was feeding!" Damon narrowed an eye at her. "I could see you at all times. How do you know that guy wasn't working for Klaus?" he asked.
"Klaus thinks I'm dead!" Elena argued back. "Right now, nobody is looking for me." she said.
"Fine." Damon nodded. "If a vampire working for Klaus doesn't think you're Elena Gilbert, then who else would he think you are?" he asked.
"Oh." Elena said, realizing what Damon meant.
"And that is exactly the type of thing she would do on a dance floor." Damon continued. "Remember, I'm not the only vampire to have discovered clubs are some of the best hunting grounds for a vampire."
"Well, what do you expect me to do while you're feeding?" Elena asked.
"I won't be feeding again." Damon shook his head and sighed before holding his hand out to her. "I'll dance with you instead." he said as Elena looked down at the his gesture.
Elena hesitated for a minute before taking accepting the invitation and taking his hand. The moment she did a jolt of electricity ran through her body. She looked up at Damon who momentarily frowned with surprise, confirming he'd clearly felt it too, before his features returned to their normal impassive expression. Elena's heart began to thump wildly as he led her out to the dance floor.
The room was even more packed since they'd been away, even though they'd only been gone for a few minutes. So when they started to dance together, they were pushed a lot closer together than they had previously been. In fact, as the music continued, they were practically flush up against one another. However, Elena no longer cared. The four shots of tequila she'd just drank in quick succession were going to her head a little, and her confidence was beginning to rise. Deciding she had nothing to lose, she wrapped her arms around Damon's neck and continued to dance. If he questioned it, she could always claim it was because she didn't want to lose him in the crowd of people. In all honesty, she just wanted an excuse to be physically connected to him.
This need to feel connected to Damon was something new and unfamiliar to her. If she were to be honest with herself, ever since the Miss Mystic Falls pageant, she'd found Damon incredibly attractive. But it had never made her want to touch him, and feel connected to him. Damon looked at her surprise, but didn't say anything. Instead he wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her in closer to him.
Elena leaned her head into Damon's chest and was suddenly surrounded by his scent. Heat pooled between her thighs as the thought of him being naked invaded her mind once more. She was beginning to hate being in the middle of a dance floor. She wanted Damon all to herself, although she was confused as to the specific reason why. Elena knew his presence was turning her on, but why he was having such an effect on her now was baffling her. It wasn't as if he'd suddenly grown more attractive within the last twenty four hours. Instead the only changes were her new found singledom, alcohol making her bolder, and nobody to judge her on her actions. There was one other piece to the equation though, however Elena wasn't sure how much it was influencing her, but at that moment, she realized she hadn't had sex for four months. It was a possible explanation as to why she was feeling so horny, but not why Damon was the only one who seemed to be having this effect on her.
Wanting to know if she was having the same effect on Damon as he was on her, Elena pushed her hips closer to Damon's, trying to find out if she were turning him on or not. Just as she expected, she could feel a bulge growing under his jeans. Elena looked up at him and smiled. At that moment he looked dark, dangerous, beautiful, sexy and sinful. He was everything a woman should run from. But instead, he simply drew Elena in like a moth to a flame. Damon looked back at her intently. At first heat flashed through his eyes, however they soon filled with trepidation.
"Elena, I really think you need to stop that. You're playing with fire." he warned her.
"Oh come on." Elena smiled. "You know you want to." she hiccuped.
"Okay, you're drunk." Damon nodded. "Time to go home." he said as they made their way off the dance floor.
"I hope you mean the motel and not Mystic Falls." Elena said as they reached their booth. "We're on time out remember."
"Back to the motel, I promise." Damon agreed as they gathered their things.
"Don't forget the alcohol." Elena giggled. "Remember, you're sobering me up, so it doesn't matter if I drink some more." she said as Damon picked up the bottles of bourbon and tequila.
"Fine." Damon sighed. "You win." he said as they left the club.
It didn't take them long to get back to their motel. It was only two blocks away and was easily reachable on foot; although it took twice as long to get back as Elena's walking abilities had somewhat deteriorated with the consumption of alcohol. Once they were back, Damon placed the bottles of alcohol on the dresser as they kicked their shoes off. Elena closed in on Damon and pressed her body up against his.
"Kiss me." Elena smiled.
"I don't think you want this." Damon shook his head.
"You don't know me very well then do you?" Elena argued back.
"Oh I know you well enough Elena." Damon looked at her intently. "I have vampire senses, I know exactly what you want right now." he whispered in her ear. "Every part of it."
"Then why not?" Elena pouted.
"Because your body and mind don't want the same thing." Damon said sadly. "My brother just broke your heart. And I'm not saying that you'll never want this with me. But right now, your motives are wrong. You're drunk and on the rebound. Tomorrow you'll regret it and won't want to speak to me again. You're vulnerable and I don't want to take advantage of you." he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "And it is now official, Damon Salvatore has completely lost his manhood in favor of doing the right thing." he sighed.
"Well then, sober me up and ask me again!" Elena told him.
"Elena..." Damon glared at her, but he could tell she wasn't going to back down. "Fine!" he growled as he bit his wrist and held it to Elena's mouth.
She took the blood in, noticing it didn't taste like it usually did. Instead all she could taste was Damon himself. Elena frowned at the difference, it was something she couldn't explain and was too afraid to ask. Especially as it began to work immediately; she could feel herself sobering up by the second. However, her sobriety didn't seem to affect how her body was reacting to Damon. If anything, drinking his blood had made matters worse. Elena wanted more than just a kiss. She wanted him in ways she'd never have considered in her life with any man. Not even Stefan. Elena's eyes refocused and she took a deep breath; Damon needed to know she still meant every word.
"Nothing has changed." Elena told him.
"Maybe not now." Damon shook his head. "But you're thinking with your hormones and a broken heart. You'll still regret it tomorrow." he said.
"Then compel it away." Elena suggested, removing her necklace as Damon looked at her in horror. "I'll feel better, even if I don't know why." she said as she removed her necklace and put it on the nightstand. "We're taking time out remember." she said as she unfastened a button on Damon's shirt. "What happens on the road, stays on the road. This way, it can stay there without causing any problems." she added seductively.
Damon grabbed her hand to stop her from going any further with his shirt. "I've done some seriously shitty things in life Elena. But do you really think I'm that much of a masochist?" he asked.
"I think we both want the same thing." Elena told him.
"You're wrong Elena." Damon closed his eyes. "I don't just want to sleep with you. I thought you knew me better than that." his voice was laced with frustration.
"Well maybe I want more too." Elena begged.
Damon shook his head. "Not right now you don't. You'd never forgive me."
"It's my idea Damon." Elena told him. "I'd forgive you." she said. "It might not be right now, but someday it will be. Compel me to forget until then." she suggested.
"I can't Elena." Damon closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Tears pricked Elena's eyes when she realized there was nothing she could do to change his mind. "Fine." she swallowed, as the tears fell faster. "But the least you can do is compel me to forget what a fucking idiot I've just made of myself." she cried as she stormed over to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
Elena took deep breaths as she tried to regain some semblance of dignity. She looked down at herself and realized she was covered in his scent. Her clothes and make-up were a cruel reminder of a perfect night at a club, which had turned into an unmitigated disaster. She turned the shower on, stripped her clothes off and stepped in behind the curtain and under the spray of hot water to wash away this nightmare.
Suddenly Elena was back in her bedroom. She rubbed her face in shock, as she realized she'd come on to Damon. She'd even gone as far as suggesting they have sex and tried to make him compel away her memory. She frowned in confusion. They'd obviously not had sex, but Damon must have still compelled her to forget the evening, probably to save her blushes like she'd asked. Elena sighed, she guessed at least this time he'd had a good reason to compel her, and she understood his motives. However, now she had the memory back, she was a little embarrassed by her drunken and not so drunken, wanton behavior. On the other hand, half of her wished he'd gone ahead with her request, just to find out what a night with Damon would have been like.
Deciding she needed to clear her head, Elena got undressed, picked up a towel and padded into the bathroom. She set the shower going, untied her hair and hung up the towel on the hook. By the time she'd finished, the water was nice and hot. Elena opened the curtain and stepped inside. She closed her eyes and let the water fall over her face, before pressing her hands against the white tiles. She lowered her head and let the spray of the water fall onto her neck, hoping for it to help her relax. Suddenly she heard the bathroom door open and the shower curtain rustled, however she stood perfectly, gripped with fear. She sensed someone stepping into the shower behind her. Confused, she wondered if it were Stefan, but he'd never do something like this without asking permission first.
Elena felt her hair being pushed to one side as a man's body pressed up behind her. His lips peppered kisses up the side of her neck, sending heat pooling between her legs as she sensed who it was. His scent was unmistakable. Elena opened her eyes and she realized she was back in the motel bathroom. Yet there was something familiar about this scene, she'd dreamed about it before, except she'd never been able to identify the man in her dream, because before she couldn't smell him. It had been part of a sequence of dreams which had been haunting her for the last few weeks. It had become her favorite dream as it was sexual and romantic at the same time. Yet she was confused, because if this had actually happened, and Damon had compelled away her memories; then how come she'd been dreaming about this exact night practically ever since?
Elena's confusion didn't last long as she became distracted by Damon's strong hands making their way around her waist. She took in his scent, which was heady and seductive, which only fueled her desire for him even further. She could feel his ever growing erection poking into her back, turning her on even more. Elena leaned her head back against Damon's shoulder and tipped it to the side, exposing her neck to him to give him access. She felt one of his hands make it's way to her breast, where he began to pinch her nipple, with just enough force to be pleasurable but with a twinge of pain.
Damon's other hand made its way down to her nub, which he gently began to massage with his thumb. Elena's legs nearly buckled underneath her from the pleasure of his actions, and a small moan emitted from her lips. Then she felt Damon's warm breath on her ear, a sensation which caused her to roll her eyes into the back of her head. She knew he was tormenting her, yet she never wanted him to stop.
"Okay Elena." Damon whispered into her ear. "I agree to your terms. We'll do this your way." he said with a twinge of sadness in his voice.
Sorry for being such a tease, I couldn't help it, but it was the best place for me to stop.
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