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The soft music hummed in their ears as they danced lightly. Elena placed her head on Damon's shoulder, closing her eyes, smiling. She could feel tears building behind her eyelids from the happiness she was experiencing and she kept them closed to keep the tears from falling and ruining her makeup. Damon's hands rested on her lower back, pressing his face into the side of her face, his eyes closed, smiling.
When Elena flowed in dance it was as if it were the only way her body truly knew how to speak. Verbally she was guarded, physically she would shrink and fade into the background no matter where she was after years of torment walking the halls of high school. But, that didn't matter at the moment. Dancing with her husband, her sensuality burst through into the most vibrant picture of a beautiful soul. She was never scared to dance with him. It was in his arms that she felt the safest. And, it was his arms that she fell in love in. Staring up at his beautiful blue eyes and seeing his big, stupid dopey smile, or smirk was all she needed to see every day for the rest of their lives.
"I love you" Damon whispered, kissing her cheek, his arms tightening around her waist. Elena smiled, her cheeks growing red. She licked her lips, pressing her cheek closer to his skin.
"I love you more" She whispered, tightening her arms around his neck. He shook his head, his raven hair tickling her skin.
"That's impossible"
She playfully rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see her. There was no winning with him. He once argued with her for an hour straight about how much he loved her and how he loved her more than she loved him. That was just a headache thinking about. But, she wouldn't take it back for the world.
"Are you okay with all this? Is it everything you wanted? Because if It's not I'll make sure we redo everything until it's perfect"
She giggled into his shoulder. "No. Everything is perfect, Damon. It's even better than I imagined. I know this is about us but I love that everyone else is enjoying this as well. I want everyone to have fun at our wedding" Damon shook his head playfully at her.
"Always thinking of someone else. Typical Elena. You couldn't even be selfish at your own wedding. I mean, I'm happy that everyone is enjoying our wedding as well but it is about us... about you. No one would be mad if you wanted all the attention on you and if they didn't like that, tough for them"
Elena smiled further. "I honestly just can't wait until we get done dancing. As much as I love this, I know that both me and you will love the other half of the reception more. Especially since I got Bourbon for you and Stefan because God knows you two can't live without it. And, I made sure that Caroline got cake pops and Bourbon balls. I love those so much. I can't believe you have never had Bourbon balls" Elena teased as Damon's hands slid up and down her back, warming her skin through her dress.
"I would rather have actual Bourbon thank you very much" Damon responded, causing Elena to laugh.
"Oh, I know. You don't have to tell me" she replied, moaning in pleasure at Damon's hands slightly massaging her back through her dress.
"I don't want to stop dancing with you" Damon purred, his eyes closed. "I know we've been doing in for a while but I don't want to stop"
"I don't either but think about it this way..." Elena teased, leaning close to his ear. "The faster the reception is over, the faster we can get to our wedding night" She finished, quickly kissing his cheek before pulling back to see his reaction. His eyes widened as her words sunk in and she slid her hands over his shirt covered chest. He suddenly snatched her hands in his and pulled her closer to him, their faces only inches apart.
"Don't tease me like that" he purred, letting her hands go. They walked off of the dancefloor and back to the table they sat at and found Caroline and Stefan sitting on the left of them. Caroline smirked at the couple.
"Save your sex eyes for later at your wedding night" she spoke, sipping on a champagne glass. Elena blushed bright red and Damon only smirked at the sight. "I mean, I bet anyone in this room that really knows you two, knew what was being said"
Elena resisted the urge to bite the skin around her fingernails from all the attention. She instead put them in her lap as Damon's hand came around her shoulders.
"We weren't just talking about that..." she mumbled, trying to deflect her friend's knowing face.
"I never said you weren't." the blonde replied, turning back to the front of her seat.
The lights suddenly dimmed in the room and she smiled, turning to Damon. She grabbed his hand excitedly and he smiled back, his baby blue eyes brighter in the darkness. The flashes of light started on the dancefloor as everyone started to dance along with the music. It was the moment she had been waiting for. For her friends and family to have fun. Of course, she knew this wedding was technically about her and Damon but she wanted everyone to enjoy their wedding, not just them. She saw as Enzo and Bonnie started dancing, laughing with each other then turned to see Alaric and Joe. Joe was glowing from the pregnancy, it definitely suited her. She couldn't imagine being pregnant with twins and all the bad that came along with it. Sure, there were good sides to it but she would rather have one at a time. There was no need to rush.
She turned her head and saw Caroline and Stefan getting up to go dance as well and she just sat back in her chair, smiling at everyone having fun. The disco lights flashing on their feet was the funniest thing to her. It was just the way they moved their feet when the light flashed.
"Why don't you want to dance, baby?" Damon asked softly next to her, pulling her chair closer to his. He tucked a curl that began to fall back into her hair. He sat up in his chair and rested his hand on her back, licking his lips.
She just shrugged. "You know I don't really like dancing that much. And, I just want to watch everyone else..." she replied, her tone small. He knew it was her insecurities surfacing once again from the years of torment in high school. She wasn't "popular" as some would say but she wasn't a "loser" either. She liked to mind her own business and have fun but people always had a problem with that. Which usually, lead to him fighting that person or getting Caroline to scare the girl that put his girl down. No one would disrespect and push her down and get away with it. Not if he could help it.
He leaned in closer to her ear and kissed her cheek. "Don't let those people form high school get the best of you, sweetheart. If you cower away, they win. I don't know even know why you care what they think-"
"I don't mean to care what they think, Damon! I'm just a friendly person so when someone is mean to me, it's weird and I don't understand it because all I ever used to do was do my work and have fun. I barely ever talked to any of those people that talked about me..." she cried, her eyes glossing over with tears. Damon kissed her cheek and tried to wrap his arms around her waist to comfort her. She grabbed a tissue from the table in front of them and wiped at her eyes. She couldn't let her tears mess up her makeup. She didn't want to look like Carrie at her wedding with black mascara running down her cheeks.
She sniffled and Damon pushed his face into neck. "Please don't cry, baby. You know it tears me apart when I see you cry. But, if you need too, I'll be right here. No one is going to judge you for crying. Your human, Elena and that's what we do..." he licked his lips and placed his hand on her knee, tightening his grip to let her know he was right next to her if it became too much. He didn't like seeing her cry because it was so heart wrenching. She mostly did it at night when no one else was around. Because, she felt safe to knock her walls down, even if it was just for little bit.
"Damon?" Elena whispered, placing her arm on his back. She bit down on her lips and scooted closer on the bed, pushing her face into his back, trying to wake him. He opened his eyes and heard her say his name so he flipped over to the bed, knowing what she was doing.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked, pulling her into his chest. She just laid her head on the pillow next to his and twiddled her fingers as her eyes became glossy with tears. She took a deep breath before turning her gaze to him.
"I'm sorry." she whispered ever so softly that he almost missed the sound.
He looked at her confused, even though she was staring at the ceiling. "What for?"
"For being so, mean today. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know why I act like that all the time. I'm sorry. You don't deserve any of it"
The sadness and pain flowed through her veins and deadened her mind. It was a poison to her spirit, dulling her killing off her other emotions until it was the only one that remained. It was as if a black mist had settled upon her and refused to shift. For the world was lost to her and she knew of nothing that would bring it back into focus, anytime soon. Even Damon wouldn't be able to do much from all those nights she spent crying herself to sleep because she had been unhappy with the way she looked.
"Elena, it's fine. It's honestly not what you think. Maybe if we had just met then it would confuse or anger me but it doesn't. I've known you almost all of my life. I know why you do those things and I'm completely fine with it. Not every part of you is going to be happy and sunshine. No one is. You deal with my anger and downsides, just as I do yours. There's nothing wrong with being sad or crying. Okay?"
She nodded as a tear slid down her cheek. "I know but... I just don't want you to get tired of me because I don't know how to handle my emotions sometimes. I get mad for no reason and purposely pick a fight with you or when I want your attention, I'll act like a spoiled brat. I don't know why I do that and I don't' like it. I just wat to be normal and have normal emotions. I hardly know how to express my emotions, barely even saying them. I just don't want you to get tired of me because you're sick of dealing with my stupid feelings and leave me... I just want you to know that I'm sorry for everything and with the way I act. I'm sorry"
Her last words caused the dam to break and all the tears she had been holding back, fell from her eyes and down her cheeks. The muscles of her chin trembled like a small child and she took a breath as Damon gripped her arms and pulled her close to his face.
"Elena, listen to me..." he demanded, cupping her face. "I don't want to sound angry at you so take it as that way. Okay?" She nodded silently, biting her lip. "You aren't perfect... even though you want to be. But, you're not. And, that's okay... in fact, it's better than okay. I'm not perfect either nor do I want to be. You think just because I don't always talk about it, it's not there." he shook his head at the thought.
"I'm fearful everyday that we're together that it will be our last. Not because we'll die but because I'm scared you will get tired of me over time. There's so many problems with me that I can't even BEGIN to count... but I'm okay with not being perfect. I don't want you to be perfect either. Perfect is boring and normal. I like your attitude, even when it's inconvenient. I love the way you squint your eyes and drop open your mouth in anger when I say something stupid. Or, even when you come up to me for no reason and push me because you want my attention. I LOVE that. So much that you don't even understand... you can't comprehend how much I love you and love everything about you..." he sighed, pursing his lips before continuing. "And you may never know but I just want you to know that just because you aren't perfect, doesn't make you unworthy of love. You looked at those other girls in high school and wondered 'how could they be so perfect?' But they're not, Elena. Their mean and heartless. They only care about themselves and they have serious issues. And, those boys you wanted to like you because you wanted to feel pretty, are losers. Where do you think they are now? All they worried about was having sex and going to parties. I won't even try to guess what's happened to them or the girls because I know karma will bite them in the ass one day for hurting you. You didn't deserve anything bad you got form them. All you wanted was to be their friend. If they don't like it, fine. Their loss..." he rolled his eyes, knowing he was getting off track.
"I could get angry and pissed off because of these insecurities and tell you that I'm sick of hearing about it-" Elena's lips quivered in the middle of his sentence and he knew he had said the wrong thing. She tried it turn back over and away from him but he clutched her closer to his skin so, she couldn't turn away. "You didn't let me finish, Elena. Listen!" she moaned at him, her eyes still dripping with tears.
"I was saying I COULD say those things and say that I never wanted to hear about them again because I'm tired of you putting yourself down... but I won't. I know these small voices in your head like to torture you and a part of you takes pleasure in hurting yourself. I don't like it but I can't do much about it because I'm not you. What I can say is that I will be here every step of the way as we continue to finally destroy these insecurities together. I know your scared that I'll get tired of your mood swings or your irrational anger and I want to say that I won't'ever get tired of it but I'd rather show you than tell you. The saying stays true to this day. Actions speak louder than words. So, I'll I can say is that I love you and that I will love you until my last breath and hold you every day if I must to make sure these voice inside your head finally die off. I will be there for you through anything and I hope you know that. I will spend every last day of my life showing you the love you deserve and I know that doesn't mean much now but I just need you to know..." he whispered, rubbing the tear stains off her face with his thumb.
She nodded and sniffled. She smiled, her lips glossy with tears and cuddled as close as she could to him.
"I love you so much." she cried as he pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. He kissed her hair and laid his head on the pillow, smiling at the sweet smell of her shampoo.
"I love you more." he responded, finally drifting back off to sleep.
"I'm fine" Elena mumbled, sitting the damp tissue on the table, snapping Damon from his thoughts. She looked up to the ceiling and blew out a breath and blinked back the tears. Damon gave her a pointed look.
"Are you sure?" he questioned, leaning closer to his newlywed. She nodded, wetting her lips.
"Yeah. I'm fine... really Damon. I got emotional for a second but I'm over it now..." she murmured, staring at the people dancing in front of them. Damon just sighed. She was always too scared to cry in front of anyone but him and even then, she still guarded herself. He didn't know why and she told him it never stemmed from something in the past but because she just likes to hide her emotions. Society taught her it was weak to show them and she believed it.
He knew she was a work in progress but so was he. He trusted that they would take care of each other no matter what. He stood from his chair and held out his hand to her. She looked at his hand before looking up at him, confused.
"Let's dance." he said, pulling her from the chair, causing her to giggle like a schoolgirl. He pulled her into his chest as they danced along with everyone else.
They spent hours repeating the actions, sometimes pausing to drink Champagne and eat cake pops. People started to get tired and sat in their chairs and some left, ready to turn in for the night. Elena and Damon walked over to Stefan and Caroline that was patiently waiting for them to get done drinking Champagne. The couple walked over to them and smiled brightly.
"We're going to go, now. She's exhausted." Stefan said, holding a giggling Caroline. Clearly, she drank a little too much of the glasses.
"Alright." Damon replied, playfully rolling his eyes at the blonde. "Be safe getting home."
"We will." Stefan nodded as Caroline began to speak up.
"Elena, this wedding was soooo fun. We have to do this again..." she slurred, making the three laugh at her drunken rants. She would most likely pass out the moment she got home.
"Okay, Care. We'll do it again sometime." Elena agreed to make the blonde happy. Caroline smiled, satisfied before standing up straight looking Stefan in the eye.
"I'm tired, Stef. I want to go home. I'm super tired" she complained dragging out her words in a complete Caroline fashion. Stefan shook his head, playfully rolling his eyes before nodding at her.
"Okay, okay, Caroline. We're going. Say goodbye to Damon and Elena." he said, pulling her away as she dragged her feet on the floor. She turned her head, widening her eyes to keep them open.
"Byeeee, Damon and Elenaaa!" she called before turning back as Stefan pulled her out of the building. Damon and Elena laughed at the both of them and she turned, looking around the room.
"What's wrong?" he quickly asked, fearful something was wrong with the look at her face.
She shook her head and bit her lip, shyly. "I just noticed how much this place if filled with trash. Like the glasses and we have to move the table back-" she was cut off when Damon suddenly picked her up, bridal style in his arms before she had time to blink. She blew the air out from in front of her eyes and turned to him.
"Don't worry about those things, Elena. I already have some people taking care of cleaning up. I don't want you to stress over things like this on our wedding. I know your OCD but just enjoy everything. Stop overthinking things, baby." he whispered, kissing her forehead. She opened her mouth to respond when he walked out of the same door Stefan did minutes ago, her still in his arms.
"Damon!" she called and turned her head back to the trash filled room they left. "You it annoys me when things are left dirty! Let me go back in there and at least get the champagne glasses away!" She begged, pounding her fists on his back.
"Nope!" he replied, popping the 'p' and continued walking. She growled at him, crossing her arms like a defiant child before it vanished when she saw he walked right past the car they were supposed to get into.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her arms still crossed at him.
He continued walking, staying silent. She asked again and he completely ignored her. She rolled her eyes and let him take her wherever he wanted. She closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest, his heartbeat in his chest making her smile when she pressed her ear on his shirt. After a while, he came to a stop and she opened her eyes.
She gasped at the sight and Damon sat her down. She whispered into the breeze as it blew her hair to the side, her eyelids fluttering closed as she breathes in the briny aroma. She quickly threw her shoes from her feet to touch from was below. Scrunching her toes, she feels the softness of the sand, still damp from the retreating tide of the beach. She wiggled as a shiver cascaded down her spine and causing her to smile widely. Her pink lips curved upwards. Through narrowed eyes she watches as each wave overlaps one another, sending the white bubbling crests descending, masking the shore with the transparent fading water. The beach was gentle beneath her bare feet. Tips of shells peek from holes, made by little creatures, seeking shelter in the soft sand.
The moon's rays peacefully float, resting on the warm waters that had now calmed. The bright white stars in the sky circled around the glowing sphere, turning her attention to it. The moonlight was a diffuse ocean above them, lessening the inky blackness of the night, but not so bright as to dull the stars that speckled and glittered in the heavens above. She felt Damon slid up behind her and leaned into her neck, his arms curling around her tight frame. She clasped a hand over her mouth in shock at the view, her eyes becoming glossy with tears.
"This is beautiful." she cried, her voice being muffled through her hand. She dropped her hand to her side and Damon's hand slid in between hers, intertwining their fingers. A hot tear ran down her face and she visibly sighed happily at the calm waters of the beach in front of her.
Damon kissed her cheek, staring at her. He pressed his face to the face of her head, his mouth over her ear. "Your beautiful." He stated, proudly, nuzzling his face closer back into her neck.
"Why did you bring me here?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing. She turned to him and he took a step back so she could look at him but he never removed his hand from her dress. "I mean, I love it but why?"
He let out a breath and pursed his lips at her question. "Why not?" he retorted. She bit down on the side of her lip, looking up at him with her chocolate doe eyes. "You've never been to a beach in your entire life, which I still don't understand how you haven't before, and you've always wanted too. So, why not?"
She came closer to him. "Damon, going to the beach was never a possibility for my family. As much as I wanted too, I never brought it up because it would be selfish of me to ask them to spend money to drive all the wall outside of Mystic Falls just because I wanted to see a beach. Money was tight in my house. It always has been. Even though my mom stayed home with me and Jeremy because she wanted to spend more time with us and even though my dad was the best heart surgeon around... it didn't pay as much as my parents thought it would. So, we couldn't eat too much and we had to watch how we spent our money. Everything had a consequence. Even if it would be something as simple as a field trip permission slip. I couldn't go sometimes because I didn't want to add my heartache for my parents and neither could Jeremy. But, I'm glad you stayed back with us even though I know you would have loved to be with the class at the zoo..." she teased, smiling.
"But, you never told me any of this. You never told me you wanted to go to a beach late at night until a few weeks ago. You should have told me you wanted this and I would have made it happens for you..." Damon replied, rubbing his thumb over her hand.
"I know. But, I didn't want you to worry about this stupid little thing I definitely didn't want your parents to either. My happiness isn't worth my family's demise. I know that it might not have made such a huge difference like I thought it would at the time but I remember my mom sitting at the dinner table late at night while my father was working and she would be holding bills they were behind on. I couldn't do it. I stayed quiet and I finally decided to tell you because things were better and at the time, I just wanted to forget about the whole thing. There is no point in dwelling on something you can't do or have." she shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal and he sighed. Her selflessness knew no bounds. She would literally put everyone else before her, even if she wasn't happy. He was disappointed that she didn't tell him but that was just her. If she thought it was for the best or that it would help someone, she wouldn't say a thing and put their needs, wants and happiness before her own. It was one of the many things he loved about her and also hated.
"Well..." he started, turning her back around to the waves crashing lightly at the beach. The water splashed onto her naked feet and she shivered from the coolness. "That's over. It's time to be selfish, Elena. Put your happiness and your wants first. Whatever you want." he promised, running his hands through her hair that had now been taken down. The soft curls slid through his fingers the way he always loved. He had to admit, her straight hair was amazing but the curls were the best. But, he wouldn't tell her that. She would want to curl her hair everyday just so he would be happy and he couldn't have that. She would think there was something wrong with her natural locks and there wasn't. He just loved the curls more. The way they straightened in between his fingers and bounced back into their original state, amazed him. They were so beautiful, especially with her hair color.
"I want to dance" she stated after a minute, seemingly happy with the outcome of her thoughts. She turned, pulling her hair away from his grasp and looked up at him through her dark lashes. "Right here. In the moonlight. And, I'm not letting you say no. This is what I want."
He could tell she was still nervous through her hard stare she tried to put up. She wanted it to seem like she was finally giving into what she wanted but he could still tell she was nervous that he would reject her statement... her wants.
"Okay, baby" he nodded. "if that's what you want, then you can have it. Come here."
She stepped closer to him and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into her chest. The bottom of her dress lightly blew in the wind and she rested her head on his shoulder. She didn't even attempt to try and reach his level. She was too short to lay her head on his shoulder. Half the time, he had to bend down to kiss her. She didn't like how short she was because she didn't want him to hurt himself overtime with always bending down to kiss her but he thought it was "adorable". She slid her arms around to his back and smiled into his shirt. She felt water built up behind her eyelids from the joy she was experiencing.
Damon laid his head on hers, his eyes closed as they swayed back and forth to nonexistent music. She didn't know what she was doing. She never thought she could really dance and she didn't even know why she had suggested it but she knew Damon would lead her. His hands slid up and down her spine, making her shiver from the light touches through her dress. He suddenly grabbed her frame and lifted her up, placing her feet on top of his boots. She looked at him confused but understood what he was doing. He continued ricking them slowly, her head now at the middle of his neck, her cheek pressing against the warmth of his skin and she smiled. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, never feeling happier.
"I could do this forever." he mumbled into her hair. "And, never have another compliant."
At that, she just smiled and stayed silent, continuing to dance in the moonlight for as long as she could.
I hope you all enjoyed! I did writing it and once again sorry for it taking so long. I just got caught up and I started school today so I needed to push these last few chapters out so I can finish MYFML, LMA and BOTO. And, start on the two stories bouncing around in my head. Not that any of you care to begin with but I still said it.
Yeah, I took out the sex scene because I'm terrible at writing it and I wasn't even going to try. I originally planned to put one in but I changed my mind Plus I felt like I ended it on a good note and I'm happy with it.
Go check out these authors for me: scareltt2112, MovingOnIsNeverEasy, Mariah April May, deepwater1978, VitsAsh and Salvatoreboys4ever
I hope you all enjoyed this and continue to support my other Delena stories and the more I have to come. I already have two huge ideas bouncing around in my head! I hope to see you all on them : ) I love hearing feedback form everybody! Love you all!