Tentatively
A/N:Askandyeshallreceive.;)
Suddenly her lips were upon my own and this wasn't Katherine pretending to be her, and this wasn't a farewell kiss as I faded into darkness, this was...the start. I moved my arms around her narrow waist and brought her into the natural planes of my body, gasping softly as she wound her arms around my waist in response, trailing lines of fire every place her hands touched. Her lips moved against mine tentatively at first, but quickly grew bolder. I became lost, letting her passion press upon my senses and obliterate all else. But then the sensations stopped and I was thrust back into the darkness. Only this time, the darkness I had made.
"Damon," she murmured, eyes flying open as the realization of what we had just shared came crashing upon her slight form.
My name from her lips which had, only moments ago, drawn me into her warmth was now smothering me in despair. "Elena," I began, desperately wanting her to know what had passed between us and to selfishly gain more.
Stepping back suddenly, she bumped into the couch and lost her balance, grasping onto my arm to stabilize herself. After regaining her footing she immediately let go, as if burned by my flesh. "What did you do?" she gasped, confusion and betrayal welling up inside her chocolate eyes.
"Elena," I began again, my voice tinged with hardness. How could she blame me for what had passed between us? She could've walked away, could've left me to my misery. Shit. "Don't deny this!" I barked, anger corrupting my lips as I took a step forward, my pupils dilating in an equal measure of lust and anger. I could not admit to love, not here. Not now.
Flinching slightly as I brought my face close to hers once again, I inhaled deeply, unable to cleanse the feeling of her taste from within me. I wanted more. "I can't do this," she admitted softly, meeting my gaze once more, the confusion gone and replaced by sadness and betrayal. "I need..." she added, her voice falling silent as her eyes turned to a smudge on the small square of floor-space between us.
Having no other choice, I closed off a portion of my humanity and hooked a finger under chin, returning her gaze to mine. I hoped that she would find a less threatening emotion in my eyes; that of mere friendship. Of unattached concern. I couldn't risk anything else tonight. "What do you need Elena?" I asked quietly, keeping my voice flat, burying the emotions that insistently clawed at my insides, wishing to breathe life into death.
"Time," she admitted after several long moments, moving quicker than usual away from my gaze and out of the room, headed for the door. Wrenching it open, she exited quickly, her shoulders hunched in what I assumed to be sadness. The clawing within suggested perhaps it was guilt at her desire for me; dare I say her love? But I sneered at the prospect. She couldn't feel that for me. Not while Stefan could still be saved. Her words were just that. Empty words to comfort one another until the world righted itself and Saint Stefan made his brilliant return.
Walking back to the assortment of drinks I took great pride in obtaining, I chose a century old Scotch and downed three glasses before letting my brain return to the events that had inspired my current hell. Glancing at the door, I downed another glass and flung myself onto the couch, gazing into the depths of the fire. "I have time," I stated, knowing how pathetic I sounded and hating myself a little for it. I couldn't deny my feelings for her anymore, but I could turn them off. Or get completely wasted and think about it tomorrow. Sitting up quickly, I grabbed the scotch bottle and took a long drink, willing myself into oblivion. Sometimes an eternity just seemed so damn long.
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I had given her a week. A week of unreturned phone calls, of nights drinking myself into oblivion, and, most disturbingly, of rising emotional turmoil. I had two choices. Either I confront her or I turn off my pesky humanity. My frown deepened at the thought. I would become no better than Stefan and the world didn't need two Salvatores who had gone off the proverbial deep end. Deciding to get up off my ass, I grabbed my coat and headed for the car only to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. "You look like shit," I stated to my reflection, suddenly happy that all those hack writers had it wrong about what we could and could not do. Using my superhuman strength I quickly stripped and stepped into the hot stream of water, washing as quickly as possible. I usually spent time mullingthings over, and by things I meant sex. Or sometimes having a randy session or two. I smirked as I recalled the many adventures I had in this very shower. There certainly wasn't a deficit in fuckable women in the twenty first century. They even smelled way nicer than the average eighteenth century broad.
Waytobeadick,I chastised myself, the frown returning to my features as I dried off and chose simple jeans and a black shirt Elena seemed to favor. Thankful for my superhuman speed, I arrived quietly at the Gilbert front door and after taking an unnecessary breath, I knocked, wondering what the hell I was doing using the front door when the window was my preferred method of entrance.
Shaken out of my convoluted thoughts by the sudden movement of the door swinging open I found her standing in front of me, looking more tired than I had seen her in ages. "What do you want?" she demanded, feebly attempting to look like a hardass and failing miserably. Cocking an eyebrow I gave her my most charming smile and she begrudgingly allowed me in, her sour expression never leaving her face. Oh this was going to be fun.
A/N: Thank you all for the warm response of the first chapter! I decided to continue because being inside Damon's head is just so much damn fun and this two month hiatus has provided a lot of creative time to play this out how I think we all want to see it. Let me know what you think. We are in for a wild ride...