This is part 2 of 4 of their first night together.
Just to let a reader know him taking pictures with her and pouting all cute was only as a symbolism that he realized that they were human and he wanted to capture the memories since their lives now have an end and they aren't immortal. So he took pictures of her in his arms to remember that moment later and treasure this rediscovering of each other. That was all it was. Nothing vain or conceited. Just to remember and treasure her.
Elena was standing in the graveyard in front of the Salvatore crypt. If Damon was anything like her he would be there. She had gone to hide from the world at her parents grave for weeks on end after the accident. It was the only place she felt close to them. She would sit and write in her diary or talk to them like they were right there with her. Sometimes in her grief she imagined that they were talking back to her, that she had full conversations with them. She had even gone as far as seeing her mother or her father sitting right beside her as she poured out her heart to them and cried to them how much she needed them to be there for her and Jeremy.
Liz had gotten worried about Elena's constant running off and the fact that she actually believed she was seeing her parents and had taken her to the doctor. They had listened to everything she said and prescribed meds for her for pain but also assured her that it would help her with the grief too. She had taken them faithfully and they were right, things did start to get better. But it wasn't easy and if it wasn't for her friendship with Caroline and Bonnie she did not how she would have gotten through so much pain.
She stepped forward slowly and creaked open the door to the crypt. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she expected him to be sitting there just staring at his brother's memorial stone. But the little room was empty. She lit a candelabra leaning against the one wall and looked for a sign that he was here or a way to know where else he could have gone in the middle of the night, possibly not wearing much to keep him warm at all. He was human now so she knew he could get very sick being out if he left like she thought he did.
Reaching in his jacket she pulled out the phone he had given her on the way home. He had added the numbers of everyone he thought that she would need. She scrolled through the list of names wondering who to call. Who would know where he was? She settled on Ric's and hit send waiting as it rang once and she debated hanging up only them remembering that they had little children there that would be sleeping. Just as she was about to end the call after the second ring, a groggy voice answered.
"Ric, hey its Elena." She heard some movement on the other end and the sound of hushed cursing as he must have stubbed his toe or something as he moved around.
"Sorry Elena, Care and the girls were asleep in my bed with me and I nearly killed myself on the bottom of the dresser getting out the door fast enough to not wake them." She heard more mumbled cursing.
"I didn't mean to wake you Ric. How is Care?" She leaned against the wall watching the candle flames flicker in the wind, wishing she could have been there to help comfort her friend too.
He cleared his throat before speaking, his voice really gravelly from just waking up. "Umm, as good as can be expected I'd say. At least tonight I stopped her from sneaking back away to the cemetery. She fell asleep crying in my arms before and the girls both woke up with nightmares and crawled in with us and I think I must have just dozed off a few minutes ago cause I was going to go make myself a bed on the couch after they were all asleep." There was a pause. "Wait, why are you calling in the middle of the night? Is something wrong?"
"I can' t find Damon." Elena blurted out quickly. "We fell asleep together by the fire and when I woke up a few hours later he was gone. Where would he go Ric? I'm so worried and I raced over to the crypt thinking he was here, because that was where I would have gone, but he is not here." She took a deep breath after all that and waited for his reply.
She heard more shuffling on the other end of the phone. "I think I know Elena. Caroline mentioned something that her and Damon had talked about this week. They have both been such a mess and Damon kept talking about waking up outside in the middle of the night. I should have told you about that but with Klaus showing up at the memorial, I just wasn't thinking clearly. And I honestly thought it would stop once you were awake and able to comfort him. Let me just check around and I'll call you when I find him. Okay?"
Elena was about to jump in and demand to know where Ric was referring to but found herself just mumbling in agreement, her mind racing with what he had said. And before she could say any more Ric had hung up. "He had woken up outside? What is going on?" she asked herself out loud.
She turned around thinking she had heard someone by the door but it was only the wind creaking the door open more. It rushed around the dimly lit stone room and she heard a crinkle of paper. Looking closer she saw a small sheet of paper wedged between two stones on the front wall under the stained glass window. She pulled at it gently and opened it wondering what it could be. She gasped aloud as she recognized Damon's handwriting and sunk to the floor to read it.
Dear Elena,
Yes, you heard me correctly. Hell has frozen over. I'm writing it all down.
Granted I'm half a bottle in, thanks to my 1950 Chateau Cheval Blanc, a bottle I waited 65 years to open. I used to spend nights in my wine cellar convincing myself I could hear it age, tannins growing, fermenting. But appreciating its beauty did not make time go by any faster.
The bottle just laid there on its shelf, torturing me while I waited for Katherine and time stood still. Eventually I convinced myself that no sip of that wine could ever taste as good as I dreamt it would.
And that is the story of why I drink bourbon.
I don't know who I am without you, but I know that as long as I am with you, time will stand still. So who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A selfish friend, a jealous brother, a horrible son?
Or maybe with a little luck, I will do right by you.
Because you may be a thousand miles away or a hundred years away, but you are still here with me and my heart is right there in that coffin with you.
Until you come back to me.
Love Damon
She sniffled back tears that had started running down her cheeks at his words. She was so sad she had been forced to leave him for so long. She closed the paper slowly, folding it up and putting it in his jacket she had put on. The wind was chilly but the oversized jacket wrapped her in warmth and his scent. She could hardly believe that he wrote to her. He had always said journaling, writing down your feelings, like Stefan and she had done was so beneath him. And here he was...sharing his feelings and his heart with her when he missed her so much.
She stood back up and stepped outside, staring around the dark cemetery. "Where are you Damon?" she mumbled to herself. She realized that she did not even fully know the circumstances of Stefan's death. She knew he had died to save Mystic Falls and that Bonnie had stopped something called hellfire from destroying the whole town. That Katherine was somehow a part of it all too.
She had felt bad that they all just parted ways after the memorial instead of talking more or just hugging and encouraging each other in their grief. But when she had looked around at everyone they all looked like hell. Her precious Damon had looked like he had not slept in a week and even though they spent the evening snuggling and laughing even and sharing the Chinese she could tell the whole time that he was so exhausted. He had been very raw and real and connected to his feelings at the funeral and she had been so proud of him. But it looked like that took a lot out of him and she did not doubt that.
Caroline looked as bad as Damon felt and Elena wished there had been more she could have done for her. But her best friend had been holding tightly to her sleeping daughter in her arms as they had all tried to slowly pull her away from the cemetery. She would not stop crying and did not want to leave. But Ric and strangely Klaus too had somehow gotten her to the car. Elena was still in Damon's arms giving him the support she knew he needed, but she saw Klaus nod his goodbye to the young widow before he raced away into the darkness. Ric had told Elena that he knew Caroline needed to rest and he would take care of her and she could see her tomorrow. She had nodded her agreement knowing they both had grieving people they loved to take care of tonight.
Everything with Bonnie was so confusing. She had no idea what had all happened to her and how her and Enzo were a couple and from what Bonnie was saying before it sounded like Stefan had been a part of him dying. She wished she had more she could say to her too and the two had hugged and held each other and then Bonnie had walked to hug Damon and the two of them had just stayed like that in each others arms for quite a while.
Elena was so glad that they had each other and as friends they looked closer than ever. She was wanting to ask Damon more about what had happened to Bonnie but she knew it could wait. It just looked like she needed space right now. That coming to the memorial and sharing what she had had looked like it had taken a lot out of her too.
Matt had promised to get her back to campus safely and she had heard her brother and Matt insist on helping her pack. She had smiled in thanks and had accepted the ride but was adamant that she needed to have some time alone, so the two men simply hugged her and helped her to the car. She had given Elena a big hug too and insisted that she would see them tomorrow morning before she left. Damon had invited everyone over in the morning and they had all nodded that they would be there.
She sat down on the step outside the crypt and leaned her head back on the stone wall. There was still so much she did not understand. She had only missed a few years of her friends and her brother's lives but she already in such a short time felt so disconnected from them all. No one had made her feel left out at all. They were all overjoyed that she was awake but her friends eyes all held a deep sadness of the pain and struggles they had faced in her absence.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when her phone she was holding vibrated and rang loudly echoing in the night air. She must have fallen asleep against the stone wall shortly after and woke up totally startled seeing it was almost an hour later. She accepted the call immediately and heard Alaric's voice tell her to come to the school. He would leave the doors open for her. Puzzled she agreed quickly and sped in Damon's car to the school.
Once she arrived she texted him that she was there and the phone buzzed again. Ric told her to go down the tunnels and just take the tunnel the furthest west and keep walking.
Alaric put his phone back in his pocket and turned back to his best friend sitting silently on the cold, stone ground in the tunnel. Damon's knees were tucked into his chest and he was staring at the hallway beyond the room in the tunnels. Ric moved to slide down the wall till he was sitting beside him and passed him the bottle of bourbon he had brought along with him. He knew if he found Damon then bringing the alcohol was pretty much a prerequisite to any time they were together.
"Damon, what are you doing here?" he questioned in the dim light. He had set his phone to flashlight and had nearly jumped when he had found him a few minutes ago just sitting in the dark. "Elena is worried. She had no idea where you took off to. What the hell is going on buddy?"
Alaric knew that things had been strained between them for awhile now. But he had taken the first step in mending their relationship back at the memorial that night. He knew there was so much between them. So much had happened but at least it was a start.
But seeing him sitting here in the dark looking like he was in a trance, he knew he had to do what he could to help. He took off his jacket that he had thrown on in his hurry to look for him. He was dressed in pajama pants and a hoody so giving Damon his jacket he wasn't much warmer. But Damon was shivering and not even wearing a shirt or anything on his feet and it looked like just jeans on and nothing else.
"I don't know what's going on Ric," Damon replied in a low voice, taking a long pull from the bottle before handing it back to him. "I thought it would stop." He raked his fingers through his black hair and leaned his head against the wall. He turned to look at his friend. "How did you know where to find me?" he asked him.
"Well I heard from Caroline that you told her you kept waking up outside since Stefan died. And I knew he died in the tunnels in the hellfire, so I just parked at the school and started searching the tunnels for you. What the hell are you thinking going outside like that?"
Damon looked down at his bare chest and feet and shivered again. "Sorry dad," he glared at him all snarky like a teenager getting a lecture before his voice took on a more serious tone. "I don't know. I just remember falling asleep with Elena and hoping I would not have anymore nightmares since she was back. I don't even remember leaving the house or anything until you called my name just now." He shivered again now very much realizing how little he was wearing as the chill in the air made his skin even colder.
"Well how on earth do you not have pneumonia if you have done this for a week? Are you trying to kill yourself when you are just newly human?" Alaric snapped at him and pulled back on the bottle before Damon grabbed it again. He put his arm on Damon's shoulder and felt how cold his skin really was."You are freezing!"
Damon glared again. "Well then give me that damn bottle and let me drink to warm up. Hell that was the only way the baker on the Titanic survived the freezing water. You brought it knowing I'd want it so hand it over!" he snapped at him.
Ric hesitantly passed it back to him not knowing what his tolerance as a human even was yet.
"Besides," he muttered gulping down another swallow of the bitter drink. "I drank myself to sleep in my clothes the rest of the week Ric. Jeans, boots, shirt, sometimes I was out even before I took off my jacket." He took another swallow and leaned his head back again. "I'm not stupid Ric. I was careful not to overdo my human tolerance but it was enough to sleep and not have to think about Elena or Stefan or anything for a little while.
"Well judging by your choice of clothes to wear in the middle of the fucking night, I'd say stupid is not a stretch."
Damon narrowed his eyes at him. He missed their banter. He missed his drinking buddy and this felt more like old times before so much went so wrong.
"So did you sleep walk out here then all those times, if you can't remember?" Alaric queried. "I mean I'm sure what you went through down here was as traumatic as hell literally. Maybe you have some form of PTSD or something. You are human. Maybe you are having trouble letting go of Stefan or your head keeps reliving his death."
Damon made a face at him, his eyes narrowing. "Now who sounds stupid? I've seen more horror in my life in the war. That would make more sense." He held on tight to the bottle when Alaric tried to reach for it again.
"Yeah I believe that Damon, I do. But did you lose someone as precious as your only brother in that war?" Ric saw Damon open his mouth probably ready with another snappy comeback but he closed it before he said anything. He was probably right and this was more traumatic than those years in battle had been.
"I'm not in mourning Ric! I cried, I fucking cried in front of all of you at my brother's funeral." Damon spat out angrily. "I'm done. I am ready to move past it and start living with Elena. I don't know why I keep ending up here. My mind tells me that I have been grieving and I am ready to start pushing forward."
Ric shrugged, crossing his legs at the ankles and reaching back out for the bottle again. This time Damon handed it back. "Well, maybe your heart is not as ready as your mind is to say goodbye."
"So then how do I stop it? You are the first person who even noticed me doing this. Bonnie was sleeping on the couch at the mansion all week trying everyday to get Elena to wake up and even she didn't notice me leave. I remember walking past her but not much else. I just always woke up sitting right here. Right where I was when Stefan died."
Ric's eyes went wider as Damon pointed to the hallway. "This is exactly where Stefan died?" He saw Damon nod silently just staring in front of him. He squeezed his friends shoulder. With everything they had been through and the distance in their friendship he still hurt for Damon's loss.
"I'm so sorry," Ric whispered solemnly, taking another large swallow from the bottle before passing it back to Damon again. "I know I have no idea how you must be feeling but I am sorry. I wish there was something I could do for you."
Damon looked up at him sitting there beside him. He laughed slightly, talking another drink, and then tipped the bottle upside down to catch the last few drops on his tongue. He made a sad almost pouty face at Ric. "You didn't even bring enough bourbon to share for our little bro time here, like I did with you when you were dying when you refused to turn into the unstoppable killing machine. I'm still cold! And not nearly drunk enough for this conversation."
Ric laughed back at him and smiled. "Well its not my fault you are damn near half naked out here. I have another bottle in the truck. Its a bit of a walk to get it. Sheriff Matt would flip out if knew I had an open bottle there for emergencies. But you can never have too much bourbon with what goes on in this crappy town. I learned that years ago."
They both laughed at that before the silence permeated the dark room again. Ric had kept flicking his flashlight on every few minutes when it turned off but now seeing candles he saw a lighter on the table too and lit a few before sitting back down.
"You are going to get sick Damon. We should get you out of here. Elena is coming. She should be here any minute."
Damon's face melted into a smile just thinking of her. He still had no idea how he got out here every night but he truly thought the nightmares and this would stop once she was awake and he could sleep in her arms. Maybe he really did sleepwalk?
Just then the phone rang loudly echoing around the room. "Damn it. I thought I just turned it up halfway before," Ric cursed again answering it quickly. "Yes Elena, just keep walking. You can't miss us." He paused listening to her. "Yes, if you heard my phone ring then you are closer than I thought. See you in a bit."
Damon lifted his head from staring down at the ground to look back up at Ric. "Thanks," he whispered, a smile growing. "I really mean that."
Ric smirked back at him. "Oh am I supposed to assume that means all the other times you have thanked me for things, you didn't mean it?" He turned the bottle that Damon handed back to him empty upside down too catching a few more drops in his mouth.
Damon shook his head, chuckling at how stupid he looked doing that too. "No, I just...well there is so much I did to hurt you. I mean, granted you killed me for it, but still."
Ric sat back down beside him. "Hey, for what its worth I am glad you didn't die. I wasn't in my right mind that night at all. The whole time the girls were missing I was thinking I could not lose them. I would die without them. I had already lost their mother and thought they were dead then too. I was seconds from killing myself on my wedding night Damon, when Jo was murdered. So even the very thought of losing them was just too much. And knowing you were there with them and could have saved them and you didn't...you were just going to let them be sacrificed to the fucking devil..." he paused feeling tears pooling at his lashes. "I just saw red. As a father, as Jo's husband, seeing Caroline's pain, everything. If I could have I would have torn apart the devil or that bitch nanny we trusted. That is who really deserved my rage."
Damon turned and looked his friend in the eyes seeing him so vulnerable in front of him. "No Ric. I did deserve your rage. I was there at the diner with them and I could have figured out a way to get them to safety. Or I could have died trying. But I wasn't in my right mind then either. I could barely use my mind myself with that fucking Siren messing in my head so much. But I am truly sorry. I want to have children with Elena, hopefully soon and I can't imagine as a father what I would do if anyone ever tried to hurt my children. I would see red too, to hell with the consequences."
He looked at Ric's sad expression grabbed him by the shoulders. "I forgive you Ric. I want to start fresh as a human. And I don't want to waste my limited time being angry at you." Ric smiled at him and smiled. "I forgive you too."
"Damon? Ric?" Elena's sweet voice carried through the air.
Damon smiled hearing her so close. "Ha, saved by the bell. No bro hug this time. This whole deep sharing has been great but I'm so done for one night. You?"
Ric clapped him on the back and stood back up just as Elena rushed into the room.
She nearly stopped short seeing Damon sitting on the floor wearing what looked like Ric's jacket and was barefoot. "Damon, are you okay? I was so worried." She threw herself down in his arms and he caught her and pulled her closer, burying his head in her hair.
"I'm fine baby." He lifted his head to look in her eyes as he tried to suppress another shiver from the cold.
"No you are not," she scolded him. Your skin is like ice! Are you trying to catch pneumonia?"
Ric laughed and looked down at them. "That is what I told him too Elena. Maybe he will listen to you and get the hell out of here." He motioned his head back toward where she had come from. "I'll head back and give you guys some privacy. But get him out of here and warmed up quickly k Elena?"
She nodded to him and looked back seeing a cute pout on Damon's lips. "I feel like I'm your kid the way you guys are talking about me," Damon commented smirking up at them from under his dark lashes. "I promise I'll let Elena warm me up." And he smiled all sexy at her.
Ric made a face. "Eww, too much information," he said before he disappeared around the corner.
Elena turned back to him and he looked back in her eyes.
"Are you okay? Why did you just run off in the middle of the night? Did you not think I would worry?" She looked at him sadly wishing she knew what was wrong. She had straddled him feeling his fingers on her hips on her jeans. She could feel him shiver again.
Before he could object she unzipped his jacket on her and did the same to Ric's jacket. Damon's eyes were wide on her and got wider still as she started unbuttoning his dark blue button down she had on.
He inhaled sharply seeing her bare skin beneath it as she opened the shirt more and more. "Elena, what are you..." But she was shaking her head at him.
"Just shut up and let me warm you up," she breathed in his ear as she wrapped her arms around him pressing her bare chest to his.
His arms instantly went around her, under his shirt on her and up her bare back as she nuzzled into him. He felt the warmth of her body against him all the way to his freezing cold toes. "Mmm baby I like how you think."
She scolded him with her eyes. "Well I am trying to keep my idiot boyfriend alive. There isn't much thinking to that."
He groaned as he felt her lips on his throat as she planted feather light kisses along his chilled skin. Opening his eyes all he saw was the hallway where Stefan died.
She could feel the change in his emotions almost instantly and pulled back to look at him, still keeping her breasts pressed against him. "What are you thinking honey?"
He cleared his throat and backed up more pulling his shirt back over her. "Not here," he whispered simply.
She watched him close the shirt and zip up his jacket on her before he looked back in her eyes. "Okay Damon. Not here. Do you promise you will tell me why?"
He nodded to her helped her stand up, lacing his fingers with hers and they started to walk back down the tunnel. "I will. Just not today." She nodded to him, and together they headed back out towards the surface.
Ric was waiting in his truck more bourbon in hand he saw once they got there. Damon nodded to him and he nodded back offering Damon the rest of the bottle. "I better not. I think I have hit my measly human limit, but thanks...for everything." He unzipped the jacket and tossed it through the window at him.
"No problem buddy." He put it back on happy to not just be in a hoody anymore and looked back at Elena. "Take care of him."
She smiled back looking back and forth between them and shrugged out of his jacket, putting it around his shoulders. "I will. And thanks again Ric. Give Care and the girls a hug from me."
"I will. Here's hoping all three of the girls are still fast asleep. I've had enough excitement for one night."
"Hope you don't run into Donovan," Damon sing songed at him, indicating the open bottle on the seat. He was leaning heavily on Elena feeling the bourbon really start to affect him as his vision got fuzzier.
"You too. You are as drunk as I am," Ric smiled at him.
Damon smirked back, "Yes, but I have my designated driver. I can be as drunk as I want too." He leaned down and nipped teasingly at Elena's neck making her giggle.
Elena nodded her goodbye watching him drive off and helped Damon in the passenger seat, zipping up his jacket for him and buckling him up like he was her toddler. He gave her a lazy half smile before leaning back into the cushion of the seat closing his eyes. She got in the drivers side and closed the door turning to look at him.
Her precious Damon looked so peaceful and almost asleep against the seat. She watched his chest go up and down rhythmically with his human heartbeat. She could see the smooth, tanned skin of his chest where the jacket was still open. His hair was messy like always and was almost long enough to get in his eyes. His eyelashes were so long and dark against his skin. His jaw was relaxed, a smile on his soft lips and she felt her heart race more seeing him lick his lips.
"It's not polite to stare," he said smoothly, smiling with his eyes still closed.
"Well you are worth the breach in etiquette, Salvatore." She kissed him tenderly on his lips and heard a moan rumble from his throat as his eyes still remained closed. "Yummy," he breathed out as his hand went up in her hair keeping her head against his. "More," he whimpered at her.
She pulled back wanting him just as much. "Soon baby. Lets just concentrate on getting you warm first." Elena leaned back to start the car.
"I could think of a few ways you can warm me up right now," he teased, his beautiful blue eyes still closed, the familiar cocky smirk across his lips. He reached for her blindly as she pulled away and he heard the car start up. Damon's head felt heavy from the alcohol and he slid it across the back of the seats as far as his seat belt would let him go and his hand found the fabric of his shirt she was wearing. His fingers slowly tiptoed lower till he found the hem and snuck his hand underneath.
"Damon, I'm trying to get us home without a car accident," she squealed, as his hand wandered under her shirt and she slapped him away.
His eyes had still not opened up but he was having plenty of fun with his other senses. His vision spun every time he opened them so this was the better choice. "But I've missed you for so long baby," he pouted at her with his bottom lip out at her. "Almost 4 years not being able to touch you and tease you. Its not my fault you are so irresistible."
"I feel the same way Damon. Just let me get us home or you might be spending the night in the hospital with me," she eyed him disapprovingly. "Human remember? No quick healing anymore...ever."
He sank back in the seat. He knew she was right. "Okay, okay, I'll be good," he pouted again, biting his bottom lip and opened his eyes finally watching her driving them slowly through town towards home.
She pulled them into the driveway a couple minutes later and helped him out and into the house. He still felt quite dizzy and his feet were freezing being out in the cold so long. She led him up to his room and sat him down at the foot of his bed. He fell back into the mattress and closed his eyes again.
Damon just lay back relaxing. He loved that she was taking care of him. He loved that every time he opened his eyes she was still there and this was not a dream. He heard the water running in his tub and smiled at how she was planning to warm him up. Mmm, he couldn't wait.
Elena adjusted the temperature till it was just right and poured in the bubble bath. Then she turned back to him, walking back up to the bed to see him laying down now and possibly asleep in the middle of his bed. She moved closer and took a hold of the zipper on his jacket pulling it down slowly, exposing more and more of his smooth, sexy muscles. He moved slightly telling her he was indeed still awake behind his closed eyes. "C'mon Damon, lets get you warmed up," she whispered in his ear.
He opened his eyes and she pulled him to sitting and helped him out of the jacket, tugging the thick leather over his shoulders till it fell down behind him. She reached for his hands and pulled him to his feet slowly and walked him with her, walking backwards all the way to the bathroom. She leaned him back on the edge of his counter and saw his eyes regarding her with half lidded intrigue.
"What are you going to do to me baby?" he said smoothly, pursing his lips. She grinned at him as he felt her fingers on his belt and started pulling on it her eyes locked on his. She tugged it through the loops roughly and it fell to the floor as she went for the button on his jeans. Her chocolate eyes never left his as she pulled on the button and raked down the zipper till his jeans fell down his thighs.
His eyes opened more feeling the electricity between them and more sober than he had been in months as she bent down and pulled the jeans down his legs.
She realized then that he still had the pajama pants on he had on when they went to sleep and she could see how very much aroused he was already with where she was touching him. She stood back up and met his eyes again as she pulled down his velour sleep pants.
He kicked them off his legs, his hands gripping the counter behind him a little tighter between his fingers. He had not touched her at all this whole time since the car and was immensely enjoying the eye sex they were already having with how heated her gaze was on his. He was standing totally naked in front of her and she still had not looked away from his eyes. It felt like a competition of sorts and his eyes remained on hers as well, waiting with eager anticipation to see what she would do next.
Elena's heart was pounding with intensity as she looked in her lover's eyes. They had not seen each other or been intimate in years and part of her was nervous. She maintained her focus on him, enjoying the smirk of amusement she could see from the corner of her eye. Her hands went out and pulled on his, unlatching his grip from the counter. He slid his hands up her arms till he laced his fingers with hers and then spun her into the counter pressing her against it with his whole body.
She gasped at the contact but did not waver her gaze from his eyes. "God, Damon," she breathed out feeling him against every curve of hers. She was still completely dressed but the eroticness of this dance they were in was intoxicating and she untangled her fingers from his to slide them down to his neck.
He bent his head lower and lower till he was a breath away from her lips. He could feel the air she was sucking in, as her heart raced against his chest. Their eyes were still locked as he took in his own deep breath. "Kiss me," he whispered. And he closed his eyes, letting her win and waited for her crashing lips.
She wound her fingers in his hair and pulled his head down, her lips crushing his as a whimper escaped her throat. Her mouth opened to him like it was the most natural thing in the world, even after so long. He tasted heavenly; like breath, like rain, like life...like home.
She tugged harder on his black locks, and he groaned into her mouth as their lips clashed hungrily. Elena felt his hands cradle her head, holding her at an angle he liked and devoured her with his kisses.
He missed her so much. He missed every single thing about her and right now having her trapped against his naked body felt so hot, that he did not even remember how cold he had been being outside so long. He pressed himself closer to her, his hands on her neck, his thumbs stroking her jaw and she whimpered again.
The kiss was heated and passionate and he was already so turned on by her when all he was touching was her face and her neck. God, this woman was his everything. No one had ever made him feel this intense from just a kiss alone.
He slid his hands under her thighs and lifted her up onto the counter, his legs going between hers as she wrapped hers around his waist. Her breath was panting out of her by now at the passion of his kisses.
Elena too had missed him so much. She had been scared that it would be hard to be intimate again after so long. She had no idea what she was afraid of at all but he was soothing any and all fears in her.
"Damon, tub," she rasped out, as he started kissing down her jaw to her throat. He reluctantly pulled his lips off her skin and saw the water getting higher and higher and would soon spill over the top of the claw foot tub. Seeing what she was talking about, he quickly walked to turn the water off. A couple more minutes and they would have flooded his bathroom. He pulled the plug to drain some water too since it had gotten so high.
She giggled at the sight of him racing to turn of the tub and the wiggle of his eye brows at her, likely that they had gotten so distracted. She had started this with the intention of getting him warm before he got sick. She jumped off the counter before he came back to her and pushed back against him seeing if he would let her move him and to her delight he did.
"I don't want you to get sick," she said softly to him motioning the tub. She could see how very aroused he was standing proudly and she blushed.
"Don't be shy baby," Damon purred seeing her finally look at him. "You know what you do to me. Nothing has changed Elena. I promise." He stepped into the tub at her insistence and sunk down in the bubbles. His eyebrows raised at her, his ocean blue eyes shining. "Aren't you coming?"
She nodded smiling at him. "I'll just get us some towels. Just wait a minute."
But Damon decided he did not want to wait another damn minute, not even another fucking second as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her screaming onto his lap, water going everywhere!
A/N;I hope you enjoyed the hot sexy tub scene. There is more I promise. Their night is heating up. Can you picture them like that? so soon after Stefan's memorial I hope it didn't feel rushed.
I know Ric and Damon have lots between them with all the has happened the last seasons but I'm hoping to start mending it. Did you think it sounded realistic? Or at least a start?
Damon might have PTSD from all he has been through and now being human I hope that makes sense. Him running off in the middle of night and not remembering much might need some professional help.
Next chapter is much more sexy Delena tub fun and more as they haven't been together in almost 4 years.