Shortly after school she went to the Salvatore's feeling at home already. She interceded laundry and ate a lunch prepared by Damon. What's weird he disappeared somewhere. Not that she was looking for him, but I felt a little bizarre knowing that he is in the house alone. Not quite alone, Stefan was still in the cellar.. She loved him, but it all started to outgrow her.
She did everything she could, including the hanging laundry, homework, and even preparing for a possible oral answering tomorrow. She decided to overcome and go to the basement. Stefan lifted his head as soon as he saw her. He sat on his bed resignedly still holding a full bottle in one hand.
"My sweet, dear Elena" gets out of bed and went to the grid thereby that she had taken two steps backwards being outside the reach of his hands. "Why are you doing this to me dear?" His voice was filled with pain. "I don't know how much I want you, how much I want to take you in my arms, make love with you." He looked at her full of tenderness.
"You want me or my blood?" She asked bitterly.
"What kind of question is this? Damon told you something? "he wasn't able to hide the aggression any longer. "He isn't better then me, no matter what he said to you he wants your blood just like me!" Exclaim completely revealing his vampire nature. He grabbed a bottle of blood and smashed it against the wall.
"In this way, you would weaken faster," said the fact, not expecting any reply. "Damon will prepare you a new bottle" told him through tears that suddenly began to swell in her eyes, she wasn't able to tell him she loves him, not this time.
Dragging her feet upstairs. She closed the door behind her temporary bedroom. She lay down on the carpet and turned on the TV. Elena stars to changed channels one by one to hit the weather forecast. In a few days it's going to be unprecedented heat wave. She pressed the red button on the remote control and plunged into silence. Glanced at her watch, was already 10 pm. She took a shower and put in a huge bed. She wasn't sleepy, but she wouldn't want to be lat to school again. After an hour of fruitless efforts annoyed went downstairs.
"Damon!" Cried hoping that he will be by her side after a few seconds. No such thing occurred. She went to the door of his room and knocked. She didn't intend to find him naked or God forbid naked with a woman. But no one answered. She opened the door and began to walk in his room. She stared at the bed, which was even larger than that on which she slept. The bedding was of an exceptionally soft black cotton contrasting with a white sheet. Moved her hand over the pillow. Remaining strength refrained so as not to be tempted and don't lie on it. Briskly walked to the window. It was huge with a view on garden. Suddenly a strange feeling overcame her. She had the impression that someone is watching her. Without hesitation assumed curtains and left the room. She returned to her bed trying to fall asleep again. She had no idea how much it could last, roll from side to side,on the belly, on her back. She still hoped that a new position would help her. In the end she tried to get rid of all thoughts from her head. No matter how hard she tried she was worried about Damon, knew that he wouldn't left her without a good reason. She went downstairs again, this time to the kitchen. She poured a glass of water and returned to room. It was nearly a 2 am and she tried almost everything. Almost. She always knew what help her the most, regardless of the circumstances. She didn't want to do that, not here, but this was her last resort. Damon was out, and Stephen from the basement wasn't able to hear anything, especially if she try.
She climbed into bed. Quickly drank water and covered by a quilt. Gently parted her thighs. She began to think about Stefan. She closed her eyes and imagined that his hand moved slowly on her inner thighs, teasing her through her panties. With the other hand she began to touch her nipples, squeeze them, turn a circle around them. Again she focused on her most sensitive spots. She slip panties and slipped one finger inside began to gently penetrate herself. Fuck! She was completely dry. She wasn't aroused, not even a bit. Maybe it's because now she couldn't think about Stefan without feeling fear, disgust and resign. It may, however, was a matter of fact that Stefan had never given her what she needed. He never taunted her in a way which she demanded, always a gentleman, always delicate, never lose himself in a pleasure. Even when they were having sex he wasn't looking at her with such a lust she expected. He never led her to orgasm using hand or tongue. Sometimes she was already on the edge and he abandoned her as soon as he finished. Instead of a wave of pleasure she was flooded with a wave of frustration. I have to choose the easiest way. I don't want it, but I have no choice. It wasn't the first time that she had to do this. One thing was certain-100% effective, and that is what she needed at this time.
He came home later than he expected. Sometimes he wanted to throw to hell this whole Council. First Liz was torturing him with conversation and then he had to wander through the woods trying to find something that would steer them on the trail of a vampire robbing blood banks. From the outside, he saw that all the lights were extinguished. He tried to keep quietly as he could, not to wake Elena. He had to admit that this whole thing with the Council distract his thoughts from her. He took the bag of AB positive from fridge and poured it into a glass. He carried to Stefan a new bottle with the blood of some poor deer, which he drained in his way home. He moved quickly into the bedroom. He opened the door and felt a soft note that he had a visitor. He immediately recognized her smell. He went to bed, it was the most intense on his pillow. He wondered what bring her here, he smiled to himself. She even shielded window. Has she planned to stay for tonight? He dropped from himself everything besides black brief boxers. Suddenly he heard how she left the room, went into the kitchen and poured herself water. He grabbed his father's diary, looking for any leads to the Johnatan Gilbert advice. Elena came back to the bedroom. He tried try to focus on reading, but eventually gave up, he was so tired that he even gave up with the evening shower. He was going to sleep when his ears came the sound of a groan of frustration. Finally, after a deep breath and a few seconds he heard a quiet moan of a completely different surface. He knew that in this house there was no one outside of him and his brother, whom he saw enclosed in a cell, so who the hell was with her in the room. He walked into the door trying to catch any scent besides her arousal. Nothing. Elena Gilbert you surprises me every day! Almost immediately he began to stiffen and grow. He knew that he couldn't do anything and it's frustrating him the most. Despite erection pushing into material of his boxers he decided to back into his bedroom and go to sleep. He almost succeeded if not for an uncontrolled moan "harder", which again put him on standby. He couldn't any longer ignore the increasingly rapid breathing, moans growing louder. He slipped his pants and began to rub his cock. He closed his eyes, imagining that her small, delicate hands moves on it, up and down, that this moans are intended only for him. "Harder" slip from her again. To her moans joined his own, which she could not be aware of. "So good," gasped quietly. With each word his hand clenched tighter and tighter, it was moving faster and faster almost with vampire speed right now he didn't keep the pace for a second, knowing that he is as close to the end as she. The fact that they masturbate themselves at the same time fueled his excitement. "God Damon!" Heard at the exact moment when the whole of his body passed with shiver and his abdomen flooded with warmth. He wasn't sure if he actually heard that or his sick imagination gave it to him. He was sure that Elena was thinking about his brother, when her own hands led her to orgasm. What if it were otherwise?