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Unexpected Desires

Chapter 2

Damon kissed Elena hungrily while he was carrying her up the stairs, playing with the hair flowing down her back, until he heard the front door open. He quickly put Elena down, and urged her to go get dressed. Elena was reluctant at first, but then she complied and brushed her lips to his, mouthing, "Be careful" before slipping into his room. Damon descended the stairs with vampire speed, and halted to a stop when he saw who it was: his brother Stefan.

"Well, well, if it's my little brother…" Damon grinned and cocked his head to a side. Stefan looked lifeless, tired, depressed and weak. Damon shrugged and went to pour himself some scotch. "Why are you here, Stefan?" He was practically hissing at his younger brother.

"I came back, Damon, to see that you're taking really good care of Elena while I'm gone," replied an angry Stefan, headed into the kitchen now. Damon followed Stefan and leaned against the doorframe. "You haven't answered my question," Damon was growing impatient now, and he wanted to go upstairs and finish what he and Elena had started. Luscious Elena… Damon jerked away from his thoughts and concentrated on Stefan, who poured himself a glass of blood and drank it in three gulps, then proceeded to pour some more.

"I'm better, Damon. I'm finally better. I came back because I want to be with Elena without being a potential risk to her. I can control it now, it won't get out of hand," Stefan was nearly pleading for Damon to understand him. He was suffering and Damon could clearly see it. Damon turned away but stopped in place when he saw Elena standing right behind him. So she heard everything, he thought. He smirked and looked down. She was wearing one of his shirts, and even though it was clearly oversized for her, it hugged her curves tentatively and clung to her perfect breasts.

Oh, those full plump breasts. Damon rejoiced when he pictured them in his head, feeling the taste of her pink erect nipples and the way she trembled under his touch. His mouth watered to the scent of her arousal. He wanted to know how she would feel like, her naked body beneath him, while he plunged into her with such a force that would make her see stars for days. He was getting hard, so he decided to turn away from her and stop thinking about her perfection, which was almost impossible. Concentrate on Stefan now, he told himself.

Elena moved closer to Stefan and sat on the counter, drinking from a glass of scotch she had poured earlier. "Where were you, Stefan?" Elena's voice was rough, unknown. It was filled with remorse and anger. Stefan flinched at the tone of her voice, and his green eyes widened. "I'm so so sorry Ele…" Stefan couldn't finish his sentence because Elena slapped him hard across his face. "I don't want you apologies. Hell, I don't need your apologies. You hurt me, Stefan. You told me you loved me. How could you?" Elena was yelling now, clearly affected by her ex-'s return. "I don't want you near me," and with this comment Elena stormed out of the kitchen, leaving a wrecked Stefan behind.

Damon went into his room after settling things with Stefan, and heard that his shower was on. He smiled to himself when he saw her clothes lying perfectly still on one side of his bed. "Elena?" he called out to her and took her clothes so he could load them on the washer. "I'm going to take your clothes downstairs so they're clean for later." Damon walked down the stairs thinking about how Elena's naked body would be like all dripping wet and under the shower. I should probably join her, he thought and smirked. When he was finished loading the washer, he ran up the stairs and sneaked into his room. His shower was off now, and he remembered that there weren't any towels in his bathroom.

Elena noticed that there were no towels to dry and cover her. What now? she thought. She felt a cold breeze hit her the second she got out of the shower. She needed to find a towel or something to cover her quickly or she was definitely going to catch a cold. Everything was so confusing to her right now. No one had ever made her feel the way Damon had a couple of hours later. She felt please, and… complete. She had always felt that something was missing from her life, and the second her lips met Damon's all of her problems seemed to drift away, and nothing else seemed to matter when he was holding her. She went into Damon's room and started looking for a towel until she felt someone was watching her. She quickly turned around and saw Damon smiling.

Damon took in and admired Elena's naked body as she posed for him. "Are there any towels around here?" she said, smiling at him and acting like if being naked was as easy as breathing for her. Damon handed her the towel, but when she drew closer to get it, he seized her by the waist and kissed her passionately, nibbling on her inferior lip and caressing her bare back with his hands. Elena melted into his arms, returning his kiss as eagerly as she could, feeling as heat gathered up in her core. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure to every part of her body, and she withered in ecstasy. Damon had both of his hands on her lower back, and he moved them down to cup her derriere and moving her closer to him. Elena wrapped one of her arms around his neck, while the other one lingered on his chest, feeling his strength. She reached down and pulled Damon's shirt up, tossing it aside. She marveled on his beauty and stroked his chest with the tip of her fingers. Damon led her to the bed, and pushed her down gently. He moved down to nibble on her neck, while teasing her breasts with his palms. Elena moaned his name, wrapping her legs around his waist. He moved up again and kissed her ever so gently.

Elena broke the kiss and looked at him while biting her inferior lip. Damon had a bewildered look on his face as he reached up with his hand and stroke her cheek. "Is anything wrong, Elena?" He was caressing her bottom lip now, looking at her curiously. "We can't do this, not now at least." She felt awful, because she wanted to feel him inside of her. Hell, she needed it, but she couldn't just give herself in to Damon until she had her feelings figured out. He moved to the side now, and shrugged at her.

"Is it because he's here?" Damon was getting angry, and Elena could feel it. She felt Damon's feelings as if they were her own; their bond was strong like that.

"Of course not, Damon. I just need to sort things out."

"Sort what out? You were too eager earlier on today…" Damon got up and started pacing around the room. He spotted the towel on the floor and handed it to Elena. "Just cover yourself up." He looked at her and Elena could see that there was something else there, deep inside his beautiful blue eyes. She covered herself as tears threatened her eyes and got up next to him.

"Damon, I need to know why is he here, why he bothered to come back. Like I said before, I'm not interested in getting back together with him. I just... I can't stand his lies anymore." She caressed his cheek and brushed his lips softly with hers. "Is he staying here?"

Damon took her hand in his and kissed the tip of each of her fingers. "Yes, this is his house too so it's not like I can throw him out even if I wanted to." He chuckled and let go of her hand. "You should get dressed and talk to him." He turned away from her and walked out of the room.

Elena started looking through Damon's closet until she found an old shirt long enough to cover her so she wouldn't have to wear pants. I need to look for some clothes at home, she thought. She wrote a mental note of that. When she brushed her hair and was done getting dressed, Elena decided it was time to go talk to Stefan. She went over to his room and saw him sitting on his bed, staring straight ahead.

"Stefan?" Elena's voice was weak and fearful, "what's going on?"

Stefan turned his face to look at her. He was expressionless and his mouth was a thin line. "Do you love him, Elena?" He held her gaze steadily, holding both his hands together.

"I don't know. You left and it was just too confusing. He's been here for me, and he hasn't lied." Elena was standing closer to him now, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Stefan, you meant so much to me… but now it's too late. You lost the trust I had in you." She turned away and walked out of the room as quickly as possible. She ran down the stairs, looking for Damon.

"Damon?" Elena was calling out to him now, and he wasn't replying. She was growing more desperate and worried about him. It wasn't until a couple of minutes later when he showed up with a pained expression on his face, panting, with both of his hands holding a stake driven through his stomach, barely saying –

"We have a problem."