A/N: Sorry for the wait! I've been mega-busy with college and stuff. I also hadn't been motivated and today I watched some TVD and read some other AU!Delena fanfiction and it inspired me. So, without further wait, here's chapter two!
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"Glad you decided to rejoin me, Katherine." The beautiful man's face quickly turned into a scowl. "Almost began to think you fell in the toilet."
Elena's eyes widened at his tone, which almost sounded hateful.
What kind of relationship was this? Elena wondered as she pulled the short red mini dress down in a vain attempt to bring it to her knees.
"Um, sorry." Elena stuttered out. "Long line." She attempted to joke. Surely, Damon knew that it was a private bathroom.
Damon quirked an eyebrow and took a seat back at the table. Elena mentally smacked her forehead.
More confident.
Katherine Pierce was a sexy vixen, not a bumbling buffoon who joked about the bathroom.
Elena pushed her shoulders back and walked over to the table before taking a seat. She grabbed Katherine's napkin and draped it atop her legs before glancing up at Damon.
Her breath hitched yet again when she noticed just how blue his eyes were. They were so beautiful that the word "blue" didn't seem to be strong enough. They were mesmerizing.
Elena glanced down at her plate to see what exactly Katherine had been eating. She grimaced when she noticed it was a salad. She hadn't eaten since her lunch break at the school and realized she was starving. She looked up to see Damon watching her.
"What?" She asked as she grabbed the fork and stabbed a piece of lettuce before bringing it to her mouth.
"I've never seen you this quiet." He eyed her warily, leaning back in his chair. "Usually, you're talking my ear off."
Elena swallowed and cleared her throat.
Confidence.
She pursed her lips in a way that she'd seen Katherine do in the restroom, hoping it was sexy. "Well, I do think it's about time you talk my ear off, don't you think?" Elena released a sigh of relief when Damon smirked.
"I guess that's fair." He glanced pointedly at Elena. "What do you want to know, dearest Katherine?"
Elena found herself flushing as she raked her brain for a question. "Let's start with the basics. Favorite..." Elena paused. "Color?" She mentally smacked her head again.
She couldn't be Katherine for one night. She highly doubted she could keep up this charade for a month.
Damon arched an eyebrow curiously before allowing the answer to roll off his tongue. "Blue."
Elena nodded and stabbed the salad again.
Elena raked her mind for another question.
She imagined Katherine when she walked into the bathroom. She had her hand on her hip, with legs that went on for miles, and tousled hair that oozed a certain appeal.
Now, what would a woman like that think of asking Mr. Salvatore-Damon?
Elena breathed in suddenly when she realized the answer.
Damon smirked. "Think of another question you'd like to ask me, Ms. Pierce?" He chuckled slightly as he brought his champagne glass to his lips.
Elena pursed her lips and flipped her hair over her shoulder and leaned forward onto the table. "Not really. Doesn't seem appropriate for a place like this."
Damon laughed as if it she had said some sort of hilarious joke. "Katherine Pierce being modest? You usually have no idea asking for whatever you want."
Elena cleared her throat. She contemplated asking the question that had come into her mind, but decided against it. "Well, people change." She said with a tone of finality.
Damon narrowed his eyes as he examined her closely. Elena, uncomfortable from the scrutiny of his gaze, stopped pretending to eat the salad. "I'm finished here."
Damon stopped glaring at her to chuckle. "She's back." Elena sighed a breath of relief when she realized that she had finally said the right thing. "Ready to head back to your place?"
Elena nodded, although she was unsure exactly of what her place even looked like.
Damon stood and Elena mimicked his action. She felt slightly uncomfortable standing next to him as they left the back room and headed out to a secluded, private parking lot that was usually reserved for staff.
Elena saw her baby sitting in the parking lot, her red Prius. She'd saved up to buy it and had customized it just for herself. Now she was just saying goodbye and had to entrust Katherine with her baby. She only hoped Katherine was a good driver and that when this month was up, she'd be reunited with her baby and that it would be in tip-top condition.
She suddenly felt warmth grow from her abdomen and butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Elena glanced down and noticed Damon's hand brushing against hers.
Did Katherine and Damon have the type of relationship where they held hands?
She'd never been a stand-in girlfriend before, if Katherine was even Damon's girlfriend.
Elena grabbed Damon's hand as they approached—what Elena assumed to be—Damon's car. She struggled to keep her face clear of any blushing but found it near impossible when her stomach was doing somersaults.
Get it together, E. She chided herself. He's just a guy. The most beautiful guy you've ever seen in your entire life, but still a guy.
Damon cleared his throat. "What exactly are you doing?" He asked Elena, lifting their joined hands.
"Uh," Elena dropped her hand immediately. She felt her face grow hot and prayed that her face wasn't the color of a tomato. She tried to regain control of the situation as Katherine. "Nothing," she lied coolly. "I can't help it if you're going around grabbing hands."
Damon opened his mouth to say something as his icy blue eyes hardened slightly.
Good, Elena thought. Back to normal.
Damon opened the passenger's side of his black luxury car before muttering. "Whatever."
Elena slid into her seat and released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding as Damon slammed the door.
That was close.
Something was not right.
He was certain of it.
After a borderline hellish thirty minutes with Katherine who only talked about herself for a good portion of it, she had decided to use the bathroom.
That was a normal night with Katherine. They would eat, she would talk, he would pretend to listen, and she would fuck him by the end of the night.
He'd met Katherine at some gala at one of the newer buildings he had bought and renovated. She had practically purred when they shook hands.
Little did he know, Katherine had something up her sleeve. Their relationship was a business relationship. She had needed to date him to help jumpstart her career at the time and in response, she would flirt with investors for him and give him some of the most passionate sex he'd ever had.
He had been worried that real feelings would develop when he'd originally sealed the deal, but she made that nearly impossible.
She was an insufferable bitch.
Their relationship was supposed to end mutually by the end of the year, which gave him roughly two months.
But when Katherine had exited the bathroom, she seemed...different. She had never seemed so...uncomfortable and self-conscious.
She had blushed. Blushed.
He, at thirty-two, hadn't seen a woman blush in far too long. Especially not Katherine Pierce.
She had also asked about him.
Katherine never stopped talking unless it was in the bedroom and even then, it was difficult for her to shut her mouth.
And, the icing on the bizarre cake was that she'd reached down and grabbed his hand in a surprisingly sweet and intimate gesture.
That action had set off a million questions in his head.
She had tried to play it off as if he had grabbed her hand, but he knew better and he was going to investigate.
He glanced at Katherine who was slouched in the passenger seat examining the contents of her clutch as if she'd never seen any of the things in there before.
I don't think I've ever seen Katherine slouch before, Damon thought. She's always eager to show off her assets. Something's weird.
Damon decided to quiet his musings as he turned his attention back to the road and continued towards Katherine's house.
Damon had been quiet during the car ride to Katherine's house. Even as he pulled up to a house on what Elena had assumed a private lot, he exited the car without a word.
Elena stared in awe at the small home in front of her. It was quaint and looked like there was a thick nest of woods in the backyard. Elena assumed that it was rented. Although it was small, it seemed cozy.
Damon opened her door but Elena couldn't bring herself to stand. She knew that once she stepped out of this car, she'd be committing to Katherine's life.
She'd even be committing fraud when it came down to the legal side of things.
She took a deep breath as Damon clicked his tongue loudly. "Did that dress cut off the circulation of your legs? Come on, get out. I do not have all day."
Elena winced at the harshness of his tone and refrained from finding some choice words for him.
She made her decision and stood up. She laughed awkwardly as her reply. She reached in her clutch and found Katherine's keys.
The two of them walked to the porch of the home where Elena fumbled to put the right key in the lock.
Maybe this one...drat that looks like a car key...This one is too big...how many damn keys does Katherine have?
"Having trouble?" Damon asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Elena laughed awkwardly and huffed as she finally found the right key. She shouted a, "Yes!" before leaning upwards to face Damon.
"Well that certainly took a long time." Damon commented.
Elena turned and looked at Damon. She hadn't had a date in a while and wasn't sure on how exactly to end the date.
"Well...goodnight." Damon laughed as Elena awkwardly turned to enter the house.
The first thing she was going to do was go inside and call for pizza. She was hungry and didn't even want to eat what was surely in Katherine's fridge-more rabbit food.
"That's it?" Damon asked, causing Elena to turn and face him. "Dearest, you know that's not how things are done."
Before Elena could answer, Damon had roughly pulled her against him, causing her to gasp. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears as Damon looked down at her as if he was looking for something.
For a moment she believed he saw right through her.
Damon pulled Elena closer and lowered his head towards hers. His lips grazed hers and the gentle contact sparked such intense arousal in Elena, she audibly gasped. It seemed as if the world had stopped as he glanced at her again and Elena saw his before clear light blue eyes, suddenly dark and clouded with arousal.
She didn't get a chance to stare into his eyes for long before he captured her lips in his. He attacked her mouth, coaxing for the entrance to her mouth with his tongue. She immediately responded passionately, matching his movements. She instinctively lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. Elena moaned as she felt Damon move his hands down her sides, gently grazing her breasts. His hands moved down to her toned backside and pulled Elena closer against him and she could feel him against her thigh.
Elena's eyes darted open as she realized where exactly this was heading.
She may have been pretending to be Katherine, but she was still Elena when it came down to it. Damon was attractive, yes. But that didn't mean she was putting out on the first date. She didn't care how many dates Damon had Katherine had been on, this was their first date.
She also hadn't thought that she would have to sleep with Katherine's boyfriend when she'd agreed to the deal. That seemed too intimate and she was positive Damon would know something was up if she avoided sleeping with him for a month.
She had too many thoughts in her head now and had to stop this kiss from leading to what inevitably would have occurred. She needed to figure out if her morals, along with her appearance and attitude, had to match Katherine's too in this deal.
Elena pulled away, her cheeks hot, and looked up at Damon who was glancing at her strangely.
In order to avoid an awkward explanation for her audible moan and sudden reason for stopping, Elena squeaked a "Night!" before she ran inside of the house and slammed the door.
Elena took several calming breaths once on the other side of the door and leaned on it for support. She shook her head and reached around for a light switch before finding one and flicking the lights on.
Katherine obviously didn't clean, that was for sure as Elena saw the beautifully decorated living room dirtied with various clothes strewn about and various food wrappers. Elena figured that she could clean this later but decided that her goal was to find the bathroom and try to not think about how great it would have felt to have Damon's lips all over her.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! What did you guys think? I LOVED all of the response I got from the last chapter. It definitely helped me motivate myself to write this chapter. Since I'm new to fanfiction, would you guys like me to reply to your reviews?
Anyways, review are definitely encouraged as always!
much love, Britt