~ 6 days, 5 hours, 40 minutes and 30 seconds of you ~ Chapter 2
~ THANK YOU to everyone that is following this story and especially those that took the time to leave me a message and encourage me to write.
PS: Apologies to those that requested that Elena be/get pregnant. Pregnancy is not in my radar.~
Elena leaned back into the wooden wall of the boarding house pantry. Trailing her fingers down her body and kneading her nipples through her clothes on her way down. She was going to repress a moan but decide against it. So long as she kept them low Damon's ears would hear her but not Ric's. Oh, she was sooo going to torture her lover... She grinned wickedly as her fingers slid inside her and she let out another moan.
In the living room Damon's head snapped up. He had been engaged in a "serious' conversation with Ric when he heard Elena's quiet moan come from his pantry. "WTF?Is this girl is trying to kill me?"- Damon thought to himself incredulously. He move his hips around uncomfortably, trying to make room for the instant bulge that got harder and harder at the thought of Elena offing herself in his pantry. God, another moan and the distinct sound of her juices as her fingers pleased herself at a frenetic pace. Damon thought he was going to lose it! Didn't the girl realize that just because he had supernatural strength it didn't mean he had supernatural restraint? Quite the opposite actually... It was taking all of will to root his feet where he stood instead of running into the pantry and ravishing the wicked beauty that was tearing at his hold on sanity.
"Damon?Are you even listening to me?" - Ric's voice broke through the haze - "What's with you today? Did you even hear a word I said?"
"Sorry Ric." - Damon forced himself to say, trying to hide the annoyance of having his little audio show interrupted. He desperately tried to focus on the conversation with the help of a lot of whiskey and hoping it wouldn't stoke the lusty fire within him. He could still hear Elena's shallow breaths and whimpers. His erection painful as the heavenly noises of her fingers coming in and out of her wet core caressed his ears. - "I, erm, haven't slept much since Stefan left..."- he said in what he hoped was an apologetic tone – "It makes it hard to concentrate." – Oh god, he could hear her coming! It took all his will not to run to her. Damon breathed a sigh of longing and relief as he plopped himself down on the couch.-"Thank God" – he thought to himself as he held the bridge of his nose with his hand to calm himself down. He didn't know how much more teasing he could have endured.
Ric took a good look at his friend and it pained him to see the tortured look in his face. He mistook it for emotional exhaustion and concern for his brother, but he had to get to the bottom of this matter, and he wasn't going to stop now.
"Did he call to let you know why he saved Klaus?" - Ric asked sympathetically.
Damon heard Elena leave and start her car, so he was able to finally turn his attention to the man in front of him. Damon was hoping that focusing on Ric would take his attention from the painful bulge in his pants, so he engaged in the conversation.
"No, ripper dick bro did not make contact or send a postcard." - taking a deep gulp from his whiskey he went on - " And I do not expect he will anytime soon Ric... Last time he was on the ripper happy circus the little freak disappeared for years."
"Damon, you don't need to pretend and play tough in front of me..."
"Right..." - Damon answered bitterly.
"I just want to know what to tell Elena when she realizes he is not coming back. She has lost so much and so many already..." – a shadow of defeat crossed Ric's eyes and his shoulders slumped as he thought of Jenna. Damon looked at his broken friend with sympathy, but having heart to heart sobbing conversations was not what they did best. So Damon tried to bring his friend from the edge by putting on the hard ass facade that never failed to rally Ric up.
"Elena is smarter than you give her credit for Ric. She probably already knows Stefan is a goner and has found a way to cope."
"Elena acts strong and all Damon, putting on a facade just like you do." – Ric replied rather harshly – "But you forget that she hasn't had the benefit of the 160 odd years to develop the thick skin you have!" – Rick took a deep breath and marched on – "There are days my though skin isn't holding together and I have lived longer and lost a lot less than this girl!" – he finished in exasperation.
Damon gazed intently into Ric's eyes, through the haze of pain and anger that had settled there and said placating - "I know she is just a young thing! And I know she has been through a lot! Hell, I've been by her side picking up the pieces every single time baby bro fucked up!" – Damon waved his hands angrily – "But we cannot change what has happened Ric. The only thing we can do is be here for her. She knows she can count on us and Jeremy, witchy and vampire Barbie to help her through it."
"Can she really count on you Damon?" - Ric asked acidly.
"Always." – Damon hissed – "But you know that."– Damon smirked at his friend – "So what are you really asking Ric?"
"Can Elena count that you won't run away when you get bored of playing the good brother?"
"Yes."- he answered as he reluctantly admitted – "You know better than anyone that I am in this for life."
"Right." – Ric nodded in acknowledgement – "But can she count on you not taking advantage of the situation to get into her pants?"
"Ha! So that's what got you all steamed up."- Damon chuckled and raised his hand - "I Damon Salvatore solemnly swear that I will not get into miss Elena's pants unless she asks me and appears to be of sound mind and gorgeous body."
Alaric got up angrily and headed for the door grabbing his jacket on the way.
"I always knew I could count on you to be a dick." - Ric spat out. As he reached the door he turned around to Damon - "God forgive me if you hurt her Damon. You will answer to me if you do."- and with that he slammed the front door behind him.
Damon didn't know whether to be annoyed or amused at his friend. In the end he settled for being grateful that someone cared for Elena almost as much as he did.
As he thought of Elena his mind shot back to her earlier pantry performance and he groaned. The conversation and the whiskey had done nothing to remove the edge of his desire. Being that the star performer of his sexual fantasies was at school being a good girl, Damon concluded that he was going to have to take matters into his own hands. Being a tidy man, he decided to take the two crystal tumblers to the kitchen before tending to his needs. As he entered the kitchen he stopped dead on his tracks as a familiar smell assaulted his senses and his hands released the tumblers. Even before he heard the crashing sound of the crystal, Damon was zeroing in on the source of the smell. He shivered all the way down to the soul he didn't have when he saw that Elena had laid out her post-orgasmic soaking wet white lacy panties on the counter. The smell was overwhelmingly sweet to Damon and he didn't even get put off by the cheesy red lipstick stain mark Elena placed on top of the lace.
The girl had pushed it by masturbating whiting earshot earlier, but this really meant war. Damon smirked wickedly as he took the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply.
"Fuck this!" – he cursed and growled – "Two can play at this game, Elena."- he said out loud as he picked his leather jacket and stormed out of the house on his way to her school.
"Ready or not, here I come sweetheart!"
So what do you think? Still have you hooked?