AN; This is the rewritten version of Love Me. Enjoy!
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Sunday, October 15, 2009
She woke up in a room she didn't recognize, badly hungover and nauseous. Her stomach rumbled in protest as she forced herself into a sitting position. She pulled a hand through her hair; trying to sort her thoughts - while diffused images of lost memories caused her to blink in confusion.
How did she end up in a bed she didn't even remember sitting down on? This was not good. Anxiety and a dose of fear started to brew inside her chest. What had happened last night?
'Crap.' She squeaked as she realized she missed both her phone and wallet. She could feel her heart starting to race as panic erupted inside. Her head hurt as she turned to have a look around. There were no photographs for as long as they eye could see - which worried her. Making a run for it wouldn't be easy if she couldn't get her nerves under control.
She tried her best but she just couldn't remember last night's events. Had someone kidnapped her? She quickly got to her feet, dizzy beyond belief as she wobbled unsteadily. She fought to stay upright. She had to get out. Now!
She searched the room for something she could potentially use in order to defend herself from her assumed assailant - but to her disappointment, she couldn't find anything out of value. Instead, she managed to realize that her body was still intact, as well as her clothes - she carried no bruises and despite the headache - she seemed rather okay. So, due to that realization - she finally decided to leave the unfamiliar room behind. She quietly tiptoed into a nice looking living room. She frowned, weary. She couldn't quite explain it but it all seemed strangely familiar. Even though, she could swear on her life, that she'd never been there before.
"Morning."
Her breath got caught in her throat as the velvety voice made its way to her ears. Slowly - Elena turned to the side and found the man of her most secretive and passionate dreams, staring back at her. The Damon Salvatore, casually dressed in dark jeans, a grey t-shirt, his hair perfectly tousled - oh my.
She feared that her jaw dropped to the floor as he flexed his muscled arm as he brought the cup to his lips.
She blinked. How was it even possible for a man to be that sexy while sipping on a cup of coffee? Unbelievable - absolutely unbelievable. She tried to collect her thoughts. A dream? It had to be a dream. Right? Because, in what screwed up reality would Damon Salvatore be standing just a couple of feet away from her - with a look of concern plastered on his handsome face? She had to have entered a different dimension of some sort. Had someone sent her to a different planet? She blinked and discreetly pinched herself - hard - as she gathered enough courage to speak.
"Uhm…" She breathed.
He was standing in the same room as her and she'd lost her ability to form a coherent sentence. It was beyond embarrassing to lose composure because of a man – but then again, not all men looked like the one standing just a couple of feet away from her.
She'd never cared much about him before that birthday.
Something had changed at her fifteenth birthday - drastically - to say the least. It had been as if she'd simply woken up that day and looked at him in a different way - in a new light. She wasn't blind - she'd noticed his good looks long before that day but she'd never thought about him in a way that had caused butterflies to explode inside her. Elena had tried to pinpoint the emotions that had rushed over her but nothing seemed to make sense at the time.
Sure, she could've blamed it on hormones - Caroline had, most of the time.
Her blonde friend had always been very interested in the opposite sex and she'd dated more people than Elena could possibly recount on her two hands combined. Elena, however, had never been interested in guys her own age, she'd always found them childish and quite frankly, uninteresting and slightly boring. She'd dated Matt for a couple of months and he'd been two years older than her - not that she'd noticed the age difference. He was a sweetheart, really - but he wasn't it, for Elena.
He'd been the one to deflower her - as her mother so sweetly would've called it if she'd known about her daughter's escaped. Elena had broken up with him two weeks later and there'd been no hard feelings between them. You could say it had been a mutual decision and she'd never regretted it.
So, the day she'd turned fifteen - the Salvatore's had been there to celebrate with them. The lakehouse had been decorated and the atmosphere had been quite magical. Dinner had been amazing and he'd showed up just in time for her to cut the birthday cake. He had casually handed her a gift card, while he'd placed a chaste kiss on her cheek. He'd caught her eye right after and something had shifted inside her. She'd tried to shake the sizzling feeling for days - because, after all, he'd been twenty-six at the time and she'd never been able to catch his eye again. He'd been her dirty little secret since her fifteenth birthday and she'd never told anyone. Not even Caroline. So yes, that's when it changed for her.
"Are you still hungover?" He asked casually, his voice bringing her back to reality.
"I, uh..." She massaged her temples, deciding not to lie. "Yes."
"Well, there's water and coffee. I could offer you a beer but something tells me I shouldn't." He said and motioned for her to follow him into the kitchen.
"Water's fine." She mumbled, embarrassed at the situation.
The light colored kitchen and its cupboards caused a smile to tug at the corner of her mouth. 'Not what I'd expected,' she thought to herself. She forced herself not to awe at the astonishing beauty of his well designed apartment. She sat down at the kitchen island and eyed him as he went about to get her a glass of water. She could feel something flutter in the lower part of her belly as he returned to her with a glass of ice-cold fluid. He took a seat across from her.
She slowly brought the glass to her lips and tried not to blush as she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move. It was difficult to swallow the water due to the feeling of nausea still threatening to overpower her but she continued to sip at it for a good couple of minutes until he spoke.
"How much do you remember?" He eyed her cautiously.
"Honestly." She breathed, crimson red at that point. "Nothing. It's totally blank."
The thought of not remembering how she'd ended up at his place caused her hands to shake. What had happened? She didn't know if she had the balls to ask about it either. He seemed rather tired himself as he almost emptied his cup of coffee with one big gulping sound.
"I figured as much." He nodded slowly, swallowing. "Grayson called me and I couldn't say no, so I picked you up. I'm just glad that I could help."
"Thank you." She said sincerely, still blushing with embarrassment. "I hope I didn't cause you any trouble."
"It's fine." He assured. "Your dad, on the other hand, will probably have a thing or two to say once he gets here."
Her dad? Oh no. She'd forgotten all about the repercussions that would most certainly be coming her way within a couple of hours. Her dad would most likely ground her for a month or two and scold her to the point of her ears falling off. She didn't look forward to it, knowing very well how heavy handed her father could be at times. She shuddered at the mere thought of it and Damon noticed.
"I should get going then."
"He called earlier, they've been attained at your grandma's place. It's pouring down and most of the roads have been flooded."
"Oh." She managed to nod, trying to act indifferent to the new information.
"You're welcome to stay till the weather clears up and... your dad kind of insisted that you stay anyway, so…" He shrugged casually.
She desperately tried to calm her nerves, excitement and a mix of anxiety coursing through her veins as he looked at her. His blue orbs locked on her brown ones, hypnotizing her with his intense gaze. She felt as if her body caught fire as he continued to eye her, a silent smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. She could actually feel the electricity buzzing around them as she let herself get lost in the ocean of blue. A sudden wave of nausea caused her to turn away from him as she realized that she'd spent yesterday with Caroline. Fear of what might had happened to her friend had her stomach bubbling with anxiety.
She looked up at him.
"Can I borrow your phone?"
Twenty minutes later and she'd finally talked to Caroline about what had happened. Crazily enough, Caroline didn't even remember that Damon had been there to pick up her friend. However, she did remember the face of her parents as she'd been caught dancing with a biker twice her age. Apparently, Damon had made sure to call Bill and Liz - who'd picked up their daughter just minutes after he'd thrown Elena over his shoulder. As Caroline rambled on and on about their last night escapades, Elena slowly started to remember what had happened.
To her horror, she could recall the dancing on top of the bar and the fight with Damon as he'd tried to help her. She closed her eyes in regret. She'd been a… She shook her head. She remembered how she'd refused to go with him and she could remember being thrown over his shoulder. The shame was close to unbearable.
And as for Caroline; Liz and Bill Forbes were both in law enforcement and Elena didn't even dare to think about the punishment coming her friend's way. She felt bad for her but she also knew, that Caroline was far from being the star child. She usually managed to get herself in a lot of trouble and Elena often had to talk them out of certain stupid situations. She was a great friend nonetheless - Elena couldn't deny that.
Once she reentered the kitchen, she felt embarrassed to the point of physical pain but she forced herself to act like a grown up. She handed him his phone and nodded gratefully. She felt so bad about her acting and felt the necessary need to apologize to him, more than once.
"I want to apologize." She said, fumbling with her hands as he looked at her. "I feel so bad about the way I acted last night. I recall some bits and pieces."
"It's fine." He dismissed.
"It's not." She decided to stand her ground. "I behaved badly. I usually don't drink and I guess I just got caught in the moment. I'm sorry you had to deal with it."
"I get it." Damon said. "Just don't make it a habit."
What the...? She blushed and wanted to disappear through the floor. My god. He sounded like an overprotective brother – who scolded his younger sister about her alcohol habits. A sting of sadness hit her; that was probably what he thought of her - a younger sister with bad alcohol habits. She let out a shaky breath, forcing herself to remember that he wasn't on the menu and probably never would be. He brought her back to reality.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" He raised an eyebrow, normalizing the atmosphere between them.
"Sure." She nodded, thankful for the distraction it would bring.
"Okay then, ladies first." Damon said and motioned for Elena to pick a movie as they entered the living room area.
She eyed his impressive collection of DVDs. There were no chick flicks - not that she'd expected any. She continued to eye the titles - some she recognized, others, not so much. She could feel herself smile as she read Coyote Ugly at the top of the shelf. She would ask him about that one later.
Once she plopped down beside him, he had to curse his fantasies as he realized that he'd been thinking about the seventeen's firm behind.
To his surprise, Elena choose a somewhat scary thriller movie; The Forsaken. Once she plopped down beside him, he had to curse himself and his fantasies as he realized that he'd been thinking about her firm behind as she'd bent over to grab the movie.
To be honest, he'd expected her to pick the only chick flick he owned - Coyote Ugly, but no, she'd surprised him. Then again, Damon didn't own any movies where the focus was on romance and sex - unless it contained a huge dose of male testosterone and action. Sure, he owned a couple of porno's – who didn't? - but it wasn't like he could watch the 'fuck me senseless' trilogy with Elena. 'Damn it!' Just the mere thought of it got him hard – thank heavens for the huge amount of pillows he'd put on his sofa. He discreetly grabbed a couple of them and moved to the right – indiscreetly and unintentionally – making more room for Elena to stretch out.
She sneaked her feet under the fleece blanket in her corner and scrambled closer to his corner of the sofa. She quietly placed her head on his shoulder and leaned into him. A simple act but so full of electricity that it almost hurt. Damon didn't actually dare to move as she leaned against him - soft, warm and inviting. Dear Lo- he could easily smell the sweetness of her perfume and apple scented shampoo. He gritted his teeth and tried to focus solely on the movie. He could see the warning signs in his head. 'Young teen sexually ravished by older man.' He tried to shake the feeling of arousal.
Elena glanced at him and could tell that he was slowly starting to fall asleep. He seemed so tired and honestly - quite exhausted. She smiled as she eyed him intently, feeling herself blush while doing so. A part of her wanted to reach out and touch him; another part screamed at her to get her shit together before she did something else to embarrass herself bad enough; to the point of idiocy becoming a truthful part of her.
She sighed and turned towards the movie; Kerr Smith's character was currently fighting with Brendan Fehr. She could feel her own eyes starting to sting as she felt how sleep slowly forced her to close her eyes.
She woke up; hours later, to the feeling of someone reaching out for her thigh. She stirred in her seat, eyesight still blurry and unclear. She blinked a couple of times before realizing that, that someone was Damon. She'd ended up in her own corner and he was lying across the sofa with his head dangerously close to her lap. Her body tingled as he grabbed her thigh; murmuring in his sleep. Her heart exploded in her chest and it was hard not to lose control completely. She wanted to grab his hair and guide his face down between her legs, enjoying the feel of him pressed against her soft flesh but she didn't - but lord knew, she wanted to, badly.
She tried moving but he grabbed her thigh, snuggled closer to her center. Her breath caught in her throat as he tilted his head and nibbled her inner thigh. His mouth was so close to her center and she could feel herself burn with desire, arousal and some primal instinct causing her heart to beat furiously in her chest. Elena wanted to lift her hips, tilt them just a bit and grind against the back of his head. He continued to nibble on her inner thigh and she couldn't stop herself. A moan escaped her and he stirred in his sleep. She froze and felt the flushed emotion of embarrassment explode on her face. He slowly turned and gazed up at her.
Without warning - as if he'd been burned by her skin - he shot to his feet, casually trying to hide the growing pain in his pants.
"Sorry." He pulled a hand through his tousled hair. "I shouldn't have done that."
He left her behind and headed to the kitchen. Elena sighed heavily and tried to calm her body and stop the fire that threatened to consume. Maybe she should've allowed him some space but something forced her to follow him out into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, breathing heavily, his eyes closed in what could be described as despair. The kitchen island was the only thing separating them from touching one another.
"Damon." She breathed, wanting him to look at her. Wanting him to know that she hadn't felt violated by his sudden display of affection.
In all honesty, she wanted him to do it again - snuggle up between her legs while she rode his tongue with the movements of her hips - ready and wet for him. And as if on cue, as if he knew what she'd been thinking of - he looked at her, caught her questioning brown eyes and narrowed his own orbs.
"It's okay." She assured without as much as moving an inch.
The air became thicker between them and somehow both of them started to breathe heavier as the atmosphere changed. Elena had forgotten all about her sane personality. She wanted him - wanted him so bad that her body ached with need while screaming for the pleasure she knew that his body could give hers. Their eyes had some sort of mysterious, slightly insane eye-sex-thingy going on when Elena blurted out the secret she'd kept hidden for so long.
"I've had a crush on you since I was fifteen." She blurted out, unable to stop herself from the embarrassment of sharing her secret.
She wanted to crawl back into her own skin, hide and never show herself again. My god, if she'd been an emoji, she would've been 'the facepalm'-smiley that puked, died and slowly turned to ashes... She glanced at him - quite terrified of his reaction.
Damon felt a little taken aback at the sincere honesty she showed him. A part of him shrugged it off easily, while another part of him - got majorly - turned on by the inappropriate confession. What was he supposed to say? 'Let's be irresponsible and fuck each others brains out?' She couldn't snuggle up against him on the sofa and then say things like that - then again, he'd almost buried his face between her legs. For fucks sake, he'd nuzzled - nibbled - at the inside of her thigh and he'd heard the sound that had escaped her mouth.
And now, she barely had the strength to look at him. He could tell that she was embarrassed – hell, even Damon himself felt embarrassed as he'd lost his skill to form words. All he could think of, was… well, fuck. He wanted her. He couldn't explain it. He just, wanted her. His body ached, screamed and yelled at him to ravish her, taste her, enjoy her body, spilling his seed insi–
"Just, forget it."
Her voice brought him back to reality and he forced himself to smirk as he tried to hide the amount of shock he felt. However, he must've failed miserably because she heaved a sigh and her eyes watered in an instant. He wanted to say something. Comfort her. He didn't want her to cry. Shit! He couldn't handle tears, especially not hers as all he wanted was to kiss her senseless. He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to act as the grown up he was.
"I should go."
"Yes." He said. "You should. Besides, that was inappropriate."
Elena flinched at the unexpected cold and anger in his otherwise so sexy and seductive voice. It felt as if he'd slapped her. Inappropriate? Was he freaking serious? She just poured her heart out, telling him about one of her biggest secrets and this was how he reacted to it? With anger? Okay, she'd always imagined him ravishing her body after that confession but reality was a lot uglier than her inner dreams. Oh, how she regretted it by now. And truth be told, she'd wanted him to take her but she'd never expected him to ravish her and play dirty sex games with her on the kitchen island – she'd just expected something else. Not anger.
However, he seemed to have lost a bit of his composure.
"Are you saying that it was inappropriate of me because you're supposed to say that or because you really feel that way?"
He took a few steps in her direction, rounding the corner of the kitchen island. They were both standing a couple of feet away from each other now, heaving deep breaths, chemistry sizzling between them, causing the air to fill up with sparkling electricity.
"It doesn't matter." He replied and tried to mask what was going through his mind.
She'd been riding him to oblivion in his dreams and her she was, standing in the middle of his kitchen, basically letting him know that she was his for the taking. He shook his head, there wouldn't be any 'taking' of anyone.
"Is it because I'm younger than you?" She questioned.
"Elena." He warned and gritted his teeth, clenched his fists.
It was so hard not to lose control and just grab her and use her in all the ways he could think of. Parts of him ached with the desperate need of coupling, letting his body love hers. It felt so overpowering - almost as if something supernatural forced his body to crave hers - in ways he'd never felt before. Dumbstruck.
"Just tell me the truth." She continued. "And then I'll go."
"Even if I did feel something for you." He would surely curse himself – later - for what he was about to say but he couldn't stop the words from leaving his mouth. "I can't exactly act on it."
"So, you do feel something for me?"
A spark of hope seemed to be ignited inside her eyes and he wanted to slap himself. He was clearly playing with fire and sooner or later, he would get burned. Causing her pain wasn't an option so he tried the jackass-style instead of the understanding big brother - closing the lid as fast as possible, minimizing the risks. He knew how to be mean.
"I never said I liked you." Damon sighed with a bit of fierce attitude. "I've known you my entire life, you're too young and you're not exactly my type."
"Oh." She mumbled, trying to hide her eyes from his intense orbs. "Okay, I get it."
"Good."
"Forget it. Bye, Damon."
Even though she tried to hide it before turning around, Damon could still see the hurt expression on her face and the tears that welled up in her beautiful eyes. She wasn't his type? A piece of the weird fluttering butterflies exploded inside him and pain soared through him as they died a painful death - casing him to feel all swollen and sore with guilt. He sighed. Why did he have to exaggerate? Why be mean? She'd been honest and he'd been mean. Fine, he wasn't much for sugarcoating things but come on... He'd been a dick. He was a dick. A part of him felt bad about the earlier sentence and he sighed heavily at his own stupidity.
He stood still for a couple of seconds before rolling his eyes, silently cursing his bad personality for what he was about to do next. The man-whore inside his head – yelled at him to go for it. The normal and natural part inside his head, told him to stay exactly where he was. He contemplated both choices for a nanosecond before moving. She was about to reach the doorknob when he caught up with her. He grabbed her by the arm, spun her around and backed her up against the door.
They were both breathing heavily as they stared at each other, drowning in the eyes of the other person. He carefully leaned his forehead against hers. He could almost feel the electricity rolling off of her in waves. His hands gripped her wrists and she gulped nervously as he moved them to hold them still above her head. He wanted to give in. Badly. But, he just... he couldn't cross the barrier. That would be stupid and it would obviously change everything - he wasn't ready for that. He wasn't ready to change everything for the throws of passion and want and need.
"I..." He closed his eyes for a second, shook his head. "I can't."
His body didn't agree with him and the strain in his jeans felt painful as it pulsated. She was so close to his body - if he just tilted his hip to the side and she would be able to feel how hot and bothered he was.. and all because of her. Fuck! 'Concentrate!'
"Damon, please."
The sound of his name on her lips made something inside him burn with flames bigger than he'd ever felt before. There was something about her that pulled him towards her. He wanted to be strong and fight whatever it was but when he met her eyes and noticed how her lower lip quivered in utter desperation – there was nothing that could hold him back.
"Ah. Fuck it." He breathed.
Her eyes barely had the time to flicker to his before their lips crashed into each other. Their lips collided without remorse and they quickly fought for dominance and at that moment, his brain shut down all of the negativity that crossed the back of his mind. None of the bad thoughts lasted long enough for him to remember as her lips and the rest of her body slowly responded to his movement.
She felt so warm, pressed between him and the wooden door. The minute her soft sigh escaped her mouth and blended with his breath – things changed. Damon could literally feel it. Everything changed. How was it even possible for her mouth to form itself after his, so perfectly? What he felt was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He let go of her wrists and grabbed her waist in exploding arousal and pressed himself against her. He wanted her. Not to mention, other parts of his body wanted her too.
Everything felt so different – as if everything around him just clicked into place. It was weird and he couldn't really explain it – however the second Elena pulled away from him, everything went back to normal. And normal couldn't even compare to what he'd just felt. They breathed heavily as they stared at each other. Her eyes filled with shock and questions he didn't know the answers to. What had just happened? Her facial expression matched his inner chaos pretty well.
He wanted to kiss her again and if the flashlight in his pants weren't enough proof, then he didn't know what would be. He wanted to lean his forehead against hers, mold his lips with hers, grab her by the thighs, pick her up and carry her to his bed. And then, they would have hours of meaningless sex and nothing would change. She would still be the annoying little kid across from his parent's house – the kid he'd never even cared that much about - right?
It felt as if someone had slammed his head into a wall and he quickly let go of her waist, with the softness of her skin still lingering on his fingertips. He had to sober up and try to act like the grown up he actually was. It was hard though. Every inch of his inner being told him to just go for it. Told him to take her, right there against the door, on the floor, claim her as if she'd always been his. He managed to find a tiny piece of willpower and backed away from her.
"I shouldn't have done that." He tried to sound apologetic but failed. Not that he wanted to apologize for it but somehow the words formed themselves without his consent.
"What just happened?" She whispered quietly as droplets of salty tears escaped from her eyes. "What was that?"
"I don't know." He answered sincerely and pulled a hand through his hair, confused and slightly dazed. "I don't know."
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