At eight o clock sharp, Damon stood on the Gilbert family doorstep, never feeling more nervous in his life. He looked around the porch, trying to even out his breath so the moment she opened the door, he wouldn't be hyperventilating in front of her. He blew out a breath, locking his knees to keep them from shaking. There's something about Elena that makes him feel so young inside, but not in a childish way. She wakes the pure side of him, the best side, all the facets of his self that only require love to be healthy and whole. Only a love she could provide.
Should he be lucky enough to have eternity to be with this girl he would sink into serenity, just content to be close to only girl he's ever felt close with, next to his mother. He wasn't just "in love" he was smitten with everything about this girl. Any other could only be a poor reflection, no more substantial than a shadow of the real thing. It couldn't hold a candle. Elena was what makes his heart strong. Her smile alone burnishes his soul into a beauty it could never have achieved on its own. Only with the thought of her. Before they met he was one, now he was a half, yet somehow so much more than he ever was before.
He rubbed his hands on his jeans, wiping the nervous sweat off his palms. He had a sudden worry. Maybe he should have brought something for her. A present of some sort. He scolded himself after a moment. This wasn't a date. Why would he bring a gift for her? He shook his head and licked his lips and just then, the door opened and, his breath caught in his throat.
She stood in the doorway in shorts and a t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, two small strands falling from the pulled back hair, curling around her heart shaped face. Her full lips were curved into a smile, showing her pearly whites. Damon sighed in awe at her and tried to keep his eyes from wandering over her bare skin. He kept his eyes glued to her hazel eyes that were now darkened from the lack of sunlight in the sky. They were still beautiful but they reached their highest potential in the light of day, even when he watched from afar. The way her eyes brightened with happiness could make the meanest of people feel something. And, her smile was contagious.
"Hey," she mumbled, her voice coming out squeaky, making him smile. She bat her eyelashes, nervous and bit down on her lower lip.
She held the door open, trying to keep her limbs steady from shaking. She faked a smile, trying to hide how truly anxious she was and how her spine shivered. A boy would actually be coming to her house. Damon came to her house. The only boy's ever in her house were her brother and father. No one else was aloud. Her parent's logic would be Jeremy would invite a friend over to ply video games and that boy would seduce her. And, having a boy over was a definite no between her brother and father. She had been surprised they agreed to this, but time had passed. She was older now. They wanted to see how much they could truly trust her. She couldn't let them down, even if Damon's presence hazed her every thought.
"Come in." she said, stepping aside to let him walk in. He smiled, obviously fake, sensing the sexual tension between them. But, he wouldn't use her like that. She was too precious. He would cherish her before he even made a move to get her into bed. He would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it before but she needed to know she was more than a warm body.
He stepped in; making sure he didn't trip over his own feet and look like a fool in front of her. She silently closed the door behind him and mentioned with her hand to follow as she walked into the living room. They reached inside the room moments later and he sat on the couch, following her actions. Laid out in front of them on the glass table were notebooks, a calculator and an Algebra book. All opened. It was clear she tried to get a head start on it or at least try to understand it more.
"What exactly are you having trouble with?" he asked, trying to take away the obvious silence in the room. It seemed she had been scared to talk. She took a deep breath and from the corner of his eyes he could see her tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.
She chuckled, nervously. "Everything." She paused and took a drink of her coke. "I don't know why it's so hard to understand. Math has always given me a headache, even when I actually tried to understand it." Damon tilted his head at her.
"Then, how the hell have you been passing for half the year if you don't get it?"
She blushed scarlet and bit her lip. "I got it at first to get through small tests but as we got more into the harder ones, I completely lost all of it and I kind of been copying with my two best friends. They understand it a lot more and they basically let me copy their work. I know that sounds bad but I didn't know what else to do. Even when I finally got it, I literally forgot the next day. I swear, I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed onto my body." He laughed at the brunette and shook his head playfully. He turned to her.
"So, in short, you literally know nothing." he joked, raising his eyebrows. Elena dropped her head in shame but nodded nonetheless. He sighed and once again shook his head. He got up from the couch and realized that he sat almost on the other side. He guessed it was his body's reaction to trying to stay away from her because it definitely wanted her. But, he couldn't do that. Not tonight anyway. He sat back down closer to her and tried to ignore that bare legs were almost touching his jean covered ones. He looked down at the book and what page she was on.
"Mr. Tanner wants us to know pages one through twelve for the test. Which seems like much but honestly it's not." he mumbled. Her eyes widened at his words and nodded.
"Um, yes, it is. It's probably not for you because your super smart but to me that feels like it's going to take years to learn all that."
He tried to hold his laugh in and ran his finger across one of the sentences in the book. He tapped his finger and nodded at the book, understanding what it was saying. He turned to Elena and pointed at the page.
"Basically, what it's saying, is it wants you to..."
Elena scooted closer and nodded at everything he was saying trying to understand the lesson and avoid the weird crush she had developed in just a day. She turned to the book and ignored the weird sensation that urged her to kiss the boy next to her.
"Elena, are you listening to me?" his silk voice came and she snapped out of whatever trance she had been in, thinking about him.
"Sorry, I kind of dozed off. I'm listening now."
He nodded and licked his lips after a moment. "Alright. Well, let's get started on this first problem..."
"Are you thirsty?" Elena asked, reaching for a glass up above her. She stood on her tippy toes and moaned in frustration when her fingertips only grazed the white cup. Damon chuckled at her and came up behind her, grabbing the cup with ease and sitting it down in front of her. He laughed, the sound coming from deep within his chest in her ear. The front of his jeans was pressed into her and bit her lip and tried to keep the X rated images from her head, pushing away the urge to give into what both of their bodies obviously wanted. She licked her lips and turned around, trapped in between Damon and the counter. She completely forgot about her question and tried to keep ehr heart rate steady so it wouldn't jump from her chest.
She batted her eyelashes in disbelief that Damon was really in front of her, so close to her. All she had to do was stand on her tippy toes once more and she would be kissing Damon. She stared up at him from under her thick lashes, her lips slightly parted in anticipation. Her chest suddenly felt heavy and she suddenly felt naked under his gaze. His blue orbs were clouded with one simple emotion that also coursed through her veins... lust. It's like she's just enchanted him, ensnaring her with his gaze.
She sensed him squirming with desire from there and then the scent of his cologne drifts in through her nostrils, a scent she was quickly becoming addicted to. A tingling sensation disrupts her ruse and the tables turn. She was now caught in his web. This game of desire was intoxicating and soon becoming overwhelming. She didn't know how much longer she could just stand there and he didn't know either. She swallowed nervously and was prepared to lean closer when suddenly he shook his head and stepped back, his eyes no longer clouded. They instead turned back to the sky blue that she loved to get lost in.
"Sorry." he mumbled, staking another step back, leaning his back against the island. His hands clutched the edges to keep from reaching out to her. He almost gave in. Almost.
Elena shook her head, her blood turning cold from the bite of rejection. "Yeah, It's fine. No problem. Let's just forget about it." she quickly rushed out before turning her back to him, her cheeks growing red from embarrassment. She grabbed the big jug of flavored water and poured some in the glass, hoping it would take her mind away from the boy behind her.
Her negative thoughts started to creep back into her mind and she sighed silently at the questions her brain kept pushing. Why would he like her? There was literally nothing special about her. She had plain brown eyes and plain brown hair. She was just little old plain Elena Gilbert. And, he was him. It shouldn't be surprise that he didn't want to kiss her. The closest she would ever get to kissing him was hugging just like they did the night before. Nothing more. She bit down on her lip in disappointment and brought the glass to her lips.
Warm hands suddenly came around her waist and a hard chest pressed up against her back. Damon's face nuzzled her neck and her breath hitched in her throat at the movement. Was this a dream? Was Damon really holding her? His hands circled around her small frame and came to rest on her hips. He pressed his cheek into hers, his dark lashes lightly tickling the skin of her cheek.
"Angel, don't be like that. It's nothing against you, baby. I don't trust myself not to go that far too soon and I don't want you to think I'm using you. You are far too special to me to use for sex." he rolled his eyes at his self. As if he would ever get the chance to sleep with her. "and, I knew if I kissed you, I wouldn't be able to stop" Her cheeks turned hot at his confession and her mouth dropped open. His right hand moved from her waist and up to her hair, pulling it behind her shoulder. "forgive me, angel? I'm sorry."
Elena couldn't help the smile that graced her lips at his words and, if possible, felt her cheeks grow even brighter. She felt his hand move once again, rubbing over her clothed body, burning through the material of her shirt as if he was touching her bare skin. She licked her lips at his hands running over her body, every action of his hands running straight to her core and she imagined his hands running under her shirt and lighting her skin on fire.
She bit down on her lip and turned in his embrace. His hands slid off her clothed body and rested on the slick counter behind her, leaning closer to her face. She ran a finger across his jawline, slightly smirking when his eyes became nervous anticipating her next move. She cupped his face in her hands and batted her pretty doe eyes at him.
"I'll forgive you on one condition." she whispered, her voice low and seductive. Her hand came around to the back of his neck and played with his ends of his raven hair. He closed his eyes in satisfaction, pouting his lips.
"And, what's that?" he mumbled, his eyes still closed in pleasure. She massaged his scalp, reveling at the softness of his thick black hair before leaning closer to Damon. If he was a cat, he'd be purring by now. She touched her forehead against his and licked her lips. Before a second thought could creep into her mind, she let the words spill from her lips.
"Kiss me." she whispered, slow and seductive.
His eyes shot open in disbelief. There was no way she just said that. It was just his imagination saying what he wanted to hear. Elena Gilbert did not want to kiss him. He was hearing things. Or, so he thought. But, as he looked down at the tiny smirk on her face and her beautiful hazel eyes sparkling in mischief, he knew he wasn't hearing things. She really said she wanted him to kiss her.
He leaned closer and she eyes closed. He moved his hands once again and slowly slid them up her back.
"As you wish, angel." he whispered and leaned in. His lips only grazed hers as another voice came from the doorway of the kitchen.
"Elena?"
The brunette snapped her eyes open and looked over at the voice, fearful it was her parents. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who it was and blushed embarrassed.
"Jer." she breathed out, her cheeks scarlet. Damon licked his lips and stepped back from her. He guessed it was her brother and not her father by the way he wasn't trying to pummel him for kissing her. He felt his own cheeks grow red. This felt so out of place. Being at Elena's house, almost kissing her, getting caught by her brother. This was actually happening.
"Don't tell mom and dad, Jer. Please." Elena begged, resting her palms on the counter to keep her hand from shaking. Her parents finally trusted her. She couldn't let them down. This wasn't supposed to happen, even if she wanted it too.
Jeremy shook his head at her as if the thought was completely absurd. "I won't. I just didn't know anyone was over since I was at Matt's house. I didn't mean to interrupt." He mumbled before turning around and going up the stairs, leaving the kitchen.
Elena stared at the floor and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before doing it to the other side. She looked back up at the raven-haired boy who was now on the other side of the kitchen.
"I should probably go. It's late." Damon said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. His eyes were cast down at the floor, obviously avoiding looking at her.
She nodded. "Yeah. I guess it is. I wouldn't want your family to get worried." He walked out of the kitchen and she trailed behind silently. She tried to push away this weird feeling that hated the thought of Damon leaving. He had to go home at some time. She followed him into the living room and straight to the front door. He paused, his back to her and turned around. He opened his mouth to speak but she held a finger up, telling him to be quiet.
"I forgot that I still have your jacket!"she gasped before turning and running up the stairs. He chuckled at the girl and before he knew it she was already back down the stairs, the jacket in hand.
"Here you go." she smiled, pushing it into his hands. "you took of last night before I could give it back to you. I felt so terrible."
Damon smiled before slipping it on. He could smell her perfume all over it. Vanilla and strawberries. It smelled just like her hair. It had to be from her shampoo. She had to have been wearing it longer than just the amount of time they had talked. He wondered if she slept on it.
"Don't feel bad. I wasn't really worried about it, honestly. Thank you, though." He smiled as he opened the door, ready to walk out.
"Wait, Damon." Elena said from behind him. He turned back around at her voice, his eyebrows raised, nervous. She came closer and tucked a piece if hair behind her ear again.
"Thank you for helping me. I honestly think that I learned something. Now, the trick is let's see how long I can remember it. Maybe you'll have to come over and teach me a lot."
Don't tempt him.
"Well, let's see how you do and we'll go from there." Damon chuckled before in the blink of an eye, her small hands came around his waist and her chocolate hair was the only thing he could see as she buried her face into his shirt. He smiled into her hair and rested his head on top of hers, wrapping his hands around her tight frame. He cupped her face with one of his hands and tilted her head up to his. For a moment, she thought he would kiss her but he just stared at her, silently.
He felt his facial features soften at the sight of her and smiled. His parents warned him about the drugs and the freaks in the streets, but never the ones with the hazel eyes and big smiles with a huge heart. As he looked into her eyes he could feel her searching deep into his soul. He licked his lips before kissing her forehead. It wasn't the right time to kiss her. It had to be more special.
"Goodnight, Elena. Sweet dreams." he mumbled before completely removing his hands from her body and leaving her house to go home.
Elena gasped before whispering quietly as he disappeared down the street. "Goodnight."
Hey everyone! I hope you all enjoyed all the Delena happiness!
I bet your mad at Jeremy as well. He's not done yet either. Sadly, this story only has two more chapters it shouldn't take more than the next two days to finish. But, I have another story idea and I'M SO EXCITED FOR IT. The thought of it is making me all mushy and happy. It will be a lot of Delena but a lot of people standing in their way and driving them apart. I do want to complete at least two of my other stories before I post the first chapter for the next one because the next one will take a lot of time and energy.
Whatcha think? :) And, do me a favor! Go look at my other stories and ine shots about Delena. Love you guys!
