AN: Hello everyone! I wanted to update this right away so I can have this finished and start working on Never Becomes Forever. The next chapter for NBF will be uploaded tomorrow. For now, enjoy the second part of this two shot. In this, we will take a look at what would have happened between Delena the morning after if I had wrote the show.
A vibration sound awoke me from my slumber. As I searched my surroundings, I could tell I was in Damon's bedroom. How could I forget? I reached over to the side-table and grabbed my phone to see what the notification was.
It was a reminder that Jeremy's parent-teacher conference was today. I squeezed the phone in my hands in anger. I had sex with Damon last night and now I have to leave to go to Jer's conference? I don't have the time for that!
Setting my phone down, I looked over my shoulder and seen that he was right where I left him. His back was turned, the covers covering him from the waist down so I could see the toned muscles of his back.
I knew what I had to do. I couldn't be late for Jeremy's conference first of all, second of all, it wasn't a good idea to stay with him. Whether we had sex last night doesn't matter. I had a moment of weakness. It's kinda my thing. Anyways, I can't let this happen again, I won't. We're bad for each other and Damon was right, we're toxic.
But part of me believes that toxic is good. Forbidden, unaccepted, controversial, hate-to-love. That's all part of something exciting. So, toxic is...exciting? That might sound dumb, but if you compare what me and Stefan had to what me and Damon have or...had, there's no competition. Yes, Damon and I might be a little toxic, messy, and complicated, but it's real.
It's unconditional and life-changing. A love as deep and real as we have can win over anything. With me and Stefan, though it doesn't really make sense for me to compare a present relationship to one that's in the past, it just wasn't what I had imagined. Yes, it was safe and pure and romantic, but that's not the kind of relationship I want. Deep down, I don't think I ever wanted a relationship like that. Before my parents died, I wanted fire, electricity, off-the-wall chemistry, passion and unconditional love, and I had that with Damon. Stefan was an epic love, he always will be. He's also my first love. But that doesn't mean he's what I've always wanted, because he isn't. I mean, I think I got it right when I decided to be with him first, because at the time, we were looking for a new start and he brought me back to life when I was dead inside after the accident, and I will always be grateful for that.
But Damon didn't just make me glad that I was alive. My naive, human self believed that that is what love should be, but it's not, it's more a friendship thing. I didn't realize that when I told Matt about my choice and why I would choose Stefan. But my reasons weren't reasons, they were excuses and all I was doing was hiding from the truth and the truth is, you should love the person that makes you feel alive, not be glad that you're alive, that's what immature love tells you. But hey, I was seventeen and I didn't know what love was, now I do.
But do I want to hold on to a relationship with him if it means we continue doing bad things for each other? No. I can't live like that, worrying about what he will do or what he might do. I've said it once, I'll say it again, I love him...enough to let him go.
And I have to. He has to accept that. No matter what we feel, it's still not healthy. We're bad for eachother. Maybe not wrong for each other, but bad. This is probably only a break, but for now, I will choose to believe it's over for good. The sex is always heavenly, but I can't let it control me. I have to do what's right and go with my gut. This has to end.
I turned my head away from him and sat up, stopping completely as I heard, "Morning,
Sunshine."
Damn it. His voice when he wakes up the morning after sex is unbelievably stellar. It's enough to make me want it to happen again.
What? No. I can't think like that.
I turned to face him, still sitting on the bed. "Oh umm, did I wake you?" I wasn't sure if he had woken up coincidently on his own or if he heard me. I hope it was option A.
"No, I've been up for three hours," he told me, still facing away. Three hours? You've gotta be kidding me. He said absolutely nothing to me for those three hours he wasted just laying there.
Confusion printed on my face as I grabbed my bra and slipped it through my arms. "Really? Because you didn't say a word."
I could hear him turn on his opposite side and practically felt his eyes watching me as I clipped my bra on. "Neither did you," he reminded.
That was true, but then again, I was sleeping. I got up and grabbed my ripped shirt and panties from the floor, putting them on swiftly before, "That's because I didn't really have much to say. Nothing's changed. We're still bad for eachother and we are still broken up," I confirmed.
I think I might have regretting saying that to him, but I couldn't just let it all slide. It was breakup sex and not real sex that two lovers would have. It's sex you have right after you dump the person and then leave them in the morning. It means nothing, no feelings or attachments whatsoever.
"Last night was a mistake," I confessed, still looking for my jeans. I remember throwing them somewhere but where?
I heard Damon clicking his tongue behind me which caused my to perk my head up and I could plain as day see that he had changed positions to where he was now sprawled out across the bed on his stomach, holding my jeans in his hand.
I gave him a half smile and reached for them, his other hand shooting out and grabbing my wrist to stop my actions.
I looked up at him and hoped to God he wasn't going to do what I think he was gonna do.
"Maybe we should keep making mistakes," he suggested seductively.
Fuck me, I couldn't help but smile at the thought. He caught onto my smile and smiled back, pulling my arm in his direction. "Big ones," he added.
As he pulled me in closer, I was the one that had to determine whether something was going to happen here or not. I probably shouldn't have, but I shot him an admonishing look to which he smiled and released my hand, allowing me to take the jeans with me.
I slipped them on and headed for the door, Damon speeding up and blocking me. "Where do you think you're going, baby girl?"
I rolled my eyes, of course he was going to act this way. "It's Jeremy's parent-teacher conference, I have to go," I told him, implying I was in a hurry.
"You're not going anywhere, not after what happened last night. You can't just break up with someone, stare at them like a goddess, expect them to not give in and then have sex with them, only to break up with them again the next morning. You and I both know last night was not a mistake, it was mindblowing and hot, admit it."
I wasn't sure what to say. It didn't matter anyways, no matter what I said or did it wouldn't matter. Damon would win. He always wins and always gets what he wants, and right now, he wants me. He's got me right where he wants me. I can resist this, I'm strong enough, but boy do I question myself every once in awhile because that's the kind of affect he has on me. Or control over me.
"Okay, yeah, it was amazing, but that's not the point. I've already told you, we're bad for eachother. This can't happen again,"
His eyes darkened to a jet black as he stared at me with a hunger I never thought a person was capable of having, not even a vampire. He was well passed voracious and so close to famished.
Just then, he stalked towards me until I backed into the wall a few feet away from where the door was.
"Damon," I purred unintentionally. His hands snaked around my waist as he pulled me into his, melding his lips to mine. But something wasn't quite right, so he pulled back.
Then it finally hit him, I didn't kiss back. The stupid idiot I was somedays…
"Elena," he growled. "Kiss me."
I shook my head and pulled him off me. As I made it to the door, my world spun around in circles, causing me to close my eyes and then I heard a whoosh and a bang.
When I reopened my eyes, I seen that it was Damon. He had slammed me back into the wall.
Struggling to get away from him, I realized I couldn't move. He had my hands pinned above my head against the wall. I wasn't going anywhere.
"Damon, don't do this. I have to go," I whined, involuntarily rubbing against him.
How didn't I noticed before that he was completely naked? Was I that caught up in leaving him I couldn't even notice his naked state? Who am I right now?
His grunt left me coming to the conclusion that I was screwed, but then a lightbulb turned on in my brain.
I used all my strength I could and pulled my hands from his grasp, smashing my mouth to his while wrapping my arms around his neck. He kissed back, but was shocked to see I was dominating him. I kissed him so hard that we fell to the floor.
I let go of him and shuffled to my feet, speeding out of the bedroom door.
When I got back downstairs, I grabbed my shoes and put them on, opening the door.
"Wait!" I heard Damon call from up the stairs. I stopped in my tracks and turned away from the door.
"Don't. I really need to leave, Damon," I said, desperately holding onto hope that I wouldn't lose myself.
"Elena, come on, a conference is not more important than me! You can say we're bad for eachother all you want, but we are not over! Do you not remember what I said? You're mine, Elena. I will not let you go and deal with you finding some other guy that is good for you! I'm the one for you, baby. Me! And I know that we're toxic and messed up, but what we have is real. You can't just throw that all away. You wanted a love that consumed you. You wanted passion, an adventure, and even a little danger! Don't you remember? I was right. Please don't turn your back on me. I love you, Elena. I love you so much,"
Swallowing hard, I had to make the choice: Going or staying?
I looked at him for a moment and sighed, walking up to the top of the stairs. "You know I love you, and you're right, that is what I want and only you can give it to me. No one else. No matter how hard I try to fight you on this, I just keep coming back. I can't leave you, I can't stop loving you and I will never be able to let our relationship go, because what you and I have is magic and a once in a lifetime opportunity. We had so many obstacles and we've overcome them all, together. Why run away now?"
The second those words left my mouth, his lips captured mine a toe-curling kiss. Against my lips he whispered, "We'll get through this and we'll survive this. We always survive,"
I nodded and pulled back from him. "Always and forever, Damon,"
"That sounds like the epitome of a fulfilled life."
AN: So that's all for this one folks! Keep an eye out for more stories because they will be piling high! But for now, I'm gonna focus on NBF. Once that's completed, I will start up a new story. It will be titled Pacify Her. Yes, it was inspired by the Melanie Martinez song. You know what else? You will get to witness something you have never seen before. We're all used to Dark Damon fics and know that they are extremely hot, but what about a Dark Elena fic? Let me know what you guys think, should I do one? Reviewing always keeps me motivated!
