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The Choice
Chapter 4
"I have nothing to say to you."
"Good." He cocked his head to the side, smirking. "Because it's my intention to get you to listen."
He despised this woman, felt every emotion that came close to hatred for her. Yet, he could never bring himself to really tear her down to the ground, to get her on her knees in front of him, sobbing, aching, crawling. Because he had seen her daughter suffer too much to really destroy any chance of them reconnecting again, of taking the girl he practically raised for her mother, destroying Elena's dream of ever having a bond again with the woman that gave her life.
"The only thing your daughter wants at this point is to have an actual conversation with you." He lifted his shoulders, his eyes watching Miranda's face. "She doesn't want your money, she doesn't want you to buy her a new pair of shoes, she just wants to talk to you about her school and her life. Hell, at this point she'd even settle to talk about the weather or that huge pimple on your ass."
"I don't have a pimple on my ass." Miranda crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him. "How would you know that?"
"The fact that you choose to comment on that instead of on the things that really matter just proves my case." Damon rolled his eyes at her. "Listen to me, I don't give a shit if you have a pimple on your ass because I don't give a shit about you. What I do give a shit about is the girl that had the unfortunate displeasure of being born as your daughter and what makes her happy."
"The trash that disgraced his family will not tell me how to treat my daughter." Miranda pointed to herself, her mouth hanging open. "Elena made a choice and we told her there would be consequences; if she had made the right choice then she would have never had to deal with them."
"Your problem is with me!" He threw his arms up, his blue eyes flickering with rage. "You chose my parents above your own daughter because I didn't marry the girl they wanted me to marry and I didn't step into the business like they wanted me to."
"Yes, my problem is with you." Miranda spat at him. "Because you can't keep your hands off my daughter!"
"Elena doesn't seem to have a problem with my hands on her." He smirked slightly, pouting his lips together. "On the contrary, I think she enjoys it."
"I should sue you." Miranda lowered her tone. "A seventeen year old sleeping with a twelve-year-old girl in the same bed, I think the cops will find that as suspicious as I do. The only reason why I never did it before is because you're Giuseppe's son, but a teenage boy so close to a girl who's five years younger, that just isn't right."
"She snuck into my bed because her parents weren't there when she had a nightmare or when it was storming outside." His eyebrows knitted together, his heart drumming in his chest. "And for the record I never touched your daughter inappropriately, so the only one in this room that should be sued is you for neglecting your children for so long."
"How do you dare talk to me like that?" Miranda's eyes went wide open, glancing in Betty's direction. "How can you let him talk to me like that in your home."
"Oh, don't worry." Betty waved a hand in front of her, slightly amused. "I'll correct him the second he's wrong."
He glanced over his shoulder, smiling gratefully at the older woman who gave him an understanding nod. Her eyes shining with the same knowledge he had, she and him sitting at the breakfast table at Elena's first day of high-school, trying to calm her down, getting her to eat the cereals in front of her. Together they drove her to school, hugged her in front of the school gate, waved as she disappeared into the crowd. She had glanced multiple times at the children that were being dropped off by both their parents but she never said anything about it, instead she had hugged him tighter, burying her face into his chest, hiding the hurt that hid behind those brown doe eyes.
"Damon." Betty stood up, stacking his and Elena's plates. "Not even someone as smart as you can talk sense into someone as dumb as her."
"You're right," He let out an exhausted sigh. "They say people become smarter as they get older but she's still the same brainless bitch I met fifteen years ago."
The gasps in the room reached his ears before his eyes noticed Stefan and Jeremy still sitting at the table, both their mouths hanging open. Grayson sat on the other end of the table, his eyes wide open, startled, staring at him like he was a rare species. The only one that was able to laugh at his outburst was Betty, her eyes sparkled in joy, her lips curving up in an amused smile. While the woman in front of him just stood there, acting like a goldfish that came to the surface to breathe, her mouth opening and closing again but her voice producing no sounds.
"Now that's how you end a conversation that's going nowhere." Betty patted his shoulder, standing straight next to him. "Pass the kitchen on your way out, I had my maid pack yours and Elena's dessert."
"You know you're a godsend, right?" He pecked Betty's cheek, squeezing her shoulders. "Happy Birthday, Betty."
"Don't be late for that brunch on Sunday." She pointed her finger at him, her eyes shimmering with mischief. "Or I'll take you into the basement to my torture chamber."
"I know you tried to make us believe that when we were kids but there's nothing but bottles of wine in that basement."
"There's a secret door."
"You watch too much television." He tapped her nose, chuckling. "Get yourself a hobby."
"You..."
Their heads snapped up as Miranda's voice suddenly interrupted their bickering, her brown eyes furiously staring at him, her hands clenched together into fists next to her sides. Apparently the words had made their way through her body, leaving anger behind in every nerve of her so she stood now trembling in front of them.
"You..."
"Shh, Miranda. This is a private conversation between Damon and I." Betty held her hand up, silencing her, making her even more angry. "Like I was about to say before you so rudely interrupted me. I do have a hobby, it's worrying about my grandchildren."
"Find a hobby that involves getting laid." He winked, biting his bottom lip. "Get your old ass spanked."
"Now you mention spanking," Betty grinned at him. "Elena was going to lend me that Fifty thingies book."
"Fifty Shades?"
"You don't like it?"
"Elena read me a scene once, she didn't even make it halfway through before she lay underneath me," He rolled his eyes, lifting his shoulders. "You get the picture."
"Maybe I want details."
"You are way too invested in our sex life, lady." He arched his eyebrow at her, shaking his head in amusement. "I'm getting out of here before you ask if you can join us."
"We all know you wouldn't be able to keep up with two Gilberts in your bed."
"Mom!" Grayson hid his face in his hands, shaking. "Please, stop talking like that."
As opposed to Miranda, Elena's father usually kept himself in the background, only appearing when his lovely wife commanded him to. Grayson has never felt the need to rub everything he thought about him into his face, he left that task to his wife or to his parents who gladly reminded him as to why he wasn't part of the family anymore, why Elena wasn't recognized anymore; because he took her down with him. They didn't seem to realize that he was never the one that chose to walk away from them, it was them who pushed him away.
"I'm embarrassing my son." Betty rolled her eyes at Grayson and turned back to him. "Doesn't he realize I did the nasty so he could be born?"
"This conversation is getting out of hand." Damon pouted his lips together. "I'm going now."
"Don't you dare forget about our brunch!"
"I would never do such a thing." He looked at her with mock offense. "Besides, I love my life too much."
Betty reached for him as he was about to turn around, squeezing him in her embrace for one last time, silencing Miranda who tried to open her mouth. He chuckled softly as he pulled away, placing a kiss on her wrinkled forehead. A few words were exchanged with Stefan and Jeremy before he stepped past her and disappeared through the door again, leaving a silence behind.
"Now you." Betty turned to Miranda, grabbing the woman's arm. "I have a few things to say to you."
Miranda tried to struggle her way out of Betty's grasp as she dragged her down the hallway, the memories of her and her grandchildren flashing through her thoughts. Damon coming home with an A for English for the first time in his life, unable to hide the satisfied grin on his face, Elena running after him into the kitchen to break the news to their grandmother. Stefan and Jeremy drawing on the wall, Damon and Elena watching them in horror, four pair of eyes widening as she walked into the room. Her four grandchildren in the pool while she lounged on the terrace, the teenage boys keeping themselves busy with the plastic ball, Elena bobbing around on the big crocodile, their parents nowhere in sight; they never were.
"First of all," she loosened her grip on Miranda's arm, staring daggers at the woman. "You do not make accusations like that against my boy in my house."
"He's not your boy." Miranda's brown eyes bored into hers. "He's Giuseppe and Arlette's boy."
"Oh, please." Betty huffed, shaking her head. "Before I came along those boys were raised by nannies so don't you dare tell me that's not my boy."
"He ruined our family and you let him get away with it."
"You ruined your own family." Betty put her hands on her hips. "If you had known anything about your daughter, you'd have known she'd choose Damon."
"He put her up to it." Her brown eyes widened, her mouth dropping open. "She was barely eighteen years old, god knows what he promised her if she went with him."
"She went with him because he was the only person she could always count on." Betty spat, her body trembling with rage. "It wasn't you or Grayson like it should have been, it was always Damon who was there for her."
"Grayson runs a successful business and I have a very active social life." Miranda took a deep breath, composing herself. "It's only normal that we had less time for our children than regular people."
"My husband ran a successful business too, excuse me, he build up the successful business that Grayson now runs and he still found time to spend with his son." Betty turned away from her, straightening the curtains. "As for having a busy social life, I don't think organizing benefits and going to the spa with women who only want to borrow money from you should come between you and your children."
"I have a life!"
"You bought yourself a life." Betty's hands clenched into fists. "You think you got it all and still you're not happy."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't you think I don't see what you're doing?" Betty threw her arms up, her eyes boring into Miranda's. "You claim you want nothing to do with Elena but you can't leave her alone. Every time you see her, you have to make her miserable because you can't let it go."
"I lost my daughter." Miranda spat, clenching her fists like Betty had done before her. "And it's all because of that man-whore that couldn't keep his hands to himself."
"It's because you forced her to choose." Betty crossed her arms over her chest. "And you're not going to get him out of her life, he'll always be there and if you ever want a relationship with your daughter, you'll have to accept him."
"At some point he's going to break her heart." Miranda shook her head, biting her lip. "And then she'll come back to us."
"He's not going to break her heart; I know it's hard to believe but he loves her." Betty shrugged, keeping her arms folded in front of her chest. "He has loved her since they were little kids, they grew up as brother and sister for Christ's sake."
"That's exactly my point!" Miranda yelled, throwing her arms up. "She's sleeping with someone she sees as her brother."
"I know what you'll try to do and let me tell you something, it won't work." Betty chuckled, lifting her shoulders. "If you try to make Damon disappear out of her life, you won't just go up against Damon. You'll go up against Elena too because maybe it doesn't seem like it but she's the strongest of the two, she's the one holding him up."
"She's not going to ruin her life by waiting for someone who will never want her."
"You don't get it!" Betty's eyes burned with fire. "The only way Damon will disappear out of her life is if he chooses to."
"Damiiii!"
"We talked about that nickname when you were twelve."
His ocean blue eyes narrowed as they landed on her form sitting on the ground, her back resting against one of the wooden pillars in the open loft. Her bare legs lay stretched out in front of her, a set of black panties and one of his blue shirts the only thing covering her. The unbuttoned blue shirt showed her perfect flat stomach, the swell of her breasts, the beginning of her long throat. Her nipples peeked out from under the fabric as she brought the bottle of scotch to her lips.
"Great." He dropped his jacket on the ground, kicking it to the side. "You're drunk or in the process of getting drunk."
"Don't you like me when I'm drunk?"
"I always like you, Elena." He placed a kiss on top of her head, removing the watch from his wrist. "You're my girl."
They were words that would never be untrue. She'd always be his girl because no other man would be able to top him, not in her eyes. He was damaged, he was aching and suffering, fighting the world on his own, fighting the memories of his broken heart. He'd heal at some point, she was sure of it; it would leave scars behind but at some point in the future he'd smile again just because a new day had started and he was happy to wake up to it. But for now, he was at war with himself, his own fears his enemy. She would never let him enter that battlefield on his own; she'd be the army on his side, guiding him through the toughest battle of his life. But in the end the only one who would be able to defeat the opponent was him, and maybe then, when he was whole again, he'd use the confidence gained by that victory to become fully hers too.
"Do you remember the first time I got drunk?" She took a swig from the bottle, chuckling. "You were so mad at me."
"I wasn't mad because you got drunk." He looked down at her, grabbing the scotch out of her hands. "I was mad because I always told you to only get drunk when I was there to drive you home and the one time I'm not with you, you and Caroline decide to get wasted."
Even if her mind had been clouded at the time, it was still a vivid memory. Her classmate's birthday party was supposed to go by without any alcohol; of course with no parental supervision, the boys had quickly found the hidden alcohol bottles. Caroline had been her date and dragged her into the drinking games with her, their fourteen-year-old selves hadn't known their limit and it didn't take long before they had to lean against each other to stay upright. Caroline's mother suddenly didn't seem like an option anymore to bring them home; instead she had a slurred phone conversation with Damon who appeared within five minutes, practically throwing them into his car. He carried them both upstairs, growling through their giggles, made sure they both had a bucket next to their side of the bed, placed aspirins and a glass of water on the nightstand and left them to vomit through the night. In the morning he made them both sit on the edge of the bed, yelling at them for being irresponsible little brats, Stefan and Jeremy had peeked inside the room, clearly amused with her and Caroline who had to suffer through his wrath with a hangover. Betty had watched the spectacle go down from in the doorway, content enough with Damon's lecture to not give her another one; she probably knew Damon was never going to let her forget about it.
"Still, you were hard on us."
"You learned your lesson." He sat down beside her, his arm resting against hers. "You were never drunk again without me there."
"Betty told my mother the next day but she didn't care." She stared in front of her, seeing nothing. "She said if I had gotten raped it would have been my own fault."
"Your mother's a bitch." He frowned and put the bottle to his lips. "I have no idea why your father married her."
"Yes, you do." She averted her eyes to her lap, fumbling with her hands. "Everyone does."
The only way Miranda from the trailer park had been able to marry someone as wealthy as Grayson Gilbert was because she'd gotten him to sleep with her. After getting pregnant with his heir there was no other option for her father but to marry the woman who had carried her. It was common knowledge in Mystic Falls, yet no one spoke about it. Years later the whispered voices dared to repeat that event, her mother's round belly at the wedding, her birth only five months after her parents had said their vows. It had been a scandal, it still was today but it was never spoken out loud, still everyone knew about it.
"That was supposed to be my fight tonight," Her eyes searched for his, brown locking on blue. "But instead you fought it for me."
"Ever since you were a little girl I've watched Miranda hurting you," He cupped her face in his palm, smiling softly. "She's not going to hurt you anymore, not on my watch."
"She doesn't get it," Her voice broke, her head leaning into his touch. "You and me. No one gets it, not Bonnie, Caroline, not even Stefan and Jeremy, no one gets it."
"Do you get it?"
"Yes."
"That's all that matters."
He started shifting beside her, stretching his body on the floor, placing his head in her lap, his blue eyes looking up at her, his lips reassuring her with a small smile. Her hand automatically found his hair, stroking through the black locks, her other hand firmly closed around the bottle of alcohol. It still surprised her how he could find comfort in the smallest touch, how he could spend hours in her arms just lying there, purring underneath her touch. Sex was for most people the way they could be closest to one another, their most intimate moments; it wasn't intimate when you shared it with everyone. Instead moments like these were their intimate moments, because no other woman got to hold him in her arms, talk to him for hours with his head in her lap, trace the lines on his face with her fingertips. They were perfectly content with it, these moments between them, staring at each other, exchanging words without really speaking them, reacting to just the smile on the other's face, the sigh that escaped someone's lips, the fingers that suddenly stopped moving; it was strange but yet comforting to have a connection with someone, running so deep that neither of you knew where it ended.
They always lost track of time when their eyes were locked, their souls connected, their hearts beating in the same pace; two persons bared open, sharing everything with the other one. He was broken but she was here to mend the pieces, she was incomplete but he was there to fill every empty hole in her heart. They were each other's lifeline, one death killing two people; it's how she knew there would never be any other man in her life. He was made for her and she had been born to spend her life next to him; he wasn't ready to take on that position yet but that didn't mean that she hadn't already taken hers. Someday he'd stop aching and he'd have won the battles with his demons and finally she would be able to spend the rest of her life in the ocean of blue where so many women had drowned in, but she had learned how to swim in.
"Betty packed our desserts." He pressed his cheek into her stomach. "It's chocolate cake."
"Poor you. You must be starving." She smiled down at him, amused as he rolled his eyes. "Do you want me to make you something?"
"No thank you." He chuckled, the sound warming her heart. "Food poisoning isn't on my agenda this year."
"I can make a perfectly good sandwich." She slapped his shoulder in mock annoyance. "Do you want one?"
"I think I'm going to eat my dessert." He sat up, looking at her over his shoulder. "Just to annoy you."
She stuck her tongue out and watched him get up from the floor, gracefully, as always. In comparison to Jeremy and Stefan, he had never been the typical growing teenage boy. His body had never consisted out of baby fat, he'd always been toned, hard, muscled, the muscles growing together with him. While Stefan and Jeremy still had their round baby faces, he already had a hard jaw, more manly than boyish. She had never really noticed it, enduring her friends' endless talks about how perfect he really was, how lucky she was to have the hottest guy in town as her best friend. She'd known he was more handsome than her brother and Stefan, that girls ogled him more than other boys; but at the age of twelve, he was just Damon, the one that helped her do her homework and tucked her in at night.
When she turned sixteen, she finally got it. One day she looked up at him and caught herself staring at his lips, lost in the contour of them, imagining them soft and warm against her own. In the morning she used to press herself firmer against him, knowing his morning wood would press into her bottom; it made her wonder how he'd feel inside of her, how dark his blue eyes would be as he hovered above her. He'd wake up groggily, snuggling deeper into her neck, breathing in her scent; until he noticed what was going on down there and excused himself, disappearing into the bathroom. She'd stay on the bed, waiting for him to emerge, dreaming of the beads of water running down those glorious abs, her hands wandering over his sides to his hips, her lips traveling over his smooth back. When he walked back in she had to hide the red blush on her cheeks, trying not to stare as he had only a white towel draped around his hips. He'd sit down on the edge of the bed, looking at her over his shoulder as she still lay stretched out, enjoying the view. A smile would come across his features as he stared at her and her heart would jump in joy, realizing that he still saw her as that innocent little girl he first met, the one that first didn't want anything to do with him and later jumped in the mud with him; it didn't matter to her though, whatever she was to him, she knew she'd always be his girl.
"I know something else you could eat." She came up behind him, sliding her hands under his shirt. "Me."
"I see the alcohol is kicking in, making you brave and all..." He turned around in her arms, a smug smile on his face. "It's a good thing I know you're tasty."
"I just really want to keep you away from my desserts."
"Mission accomplished."
A giggle escaped her as he went for her ass, his fingers digging into her skin, he bit his bottom lip, his blue eyes scanning over her face, clearly enjoying what he saw. She grabbed the collar of his gray shirt and pulled him against her, her lips finding their spot against his, their tongues quickly entwining, curling around each other, wetting the other's flesh. Her body moved against his like a snake, curling into his touch, reveling in the way his mouth moved over hers, hard, firm, warm.
"I think you're overdressed for this party." She breathed against his lips, her brown eyes flickering dangerously. "If you're not dressed appropriately in the next ten seconds, I'll have to spank you."
"I'm sorry, miss. I had no idea there was a dress code." He pouted, brushing his nose over her lips. "Please inform me."
"It was on your invitation, Mister Salvatore."
"I'm afraid I lost it." He squeezed her buttocks tightly, smirking. "Maybe you could help me look for it."
"I might have an idea where it is."
"Do you?"
She pulled him with her by his shirt, pushing herself up on the kitchen counter, the cold wood pressing against her thighs. She reached for him with her legs, her feet hooking behind his hips so she could pull him closer to her, his front pressing against the wooden counter, his waist secured between her legs. She lay down across the counter, the blue shirt falling open, exposing her naked chest to him, his eyes darkening, her panties getting wetter.
"I suggest you start somewhere up here," She pointed her finger from her mouth to her soaked black panties. "And end somewhere down there."
A dangerous glint passed his eyes as he slowly slid over her body, crawling on top of her, his hot breath teasing her nipples as he slowly made his way over her skin, his lips hovering barely an inch above her hot flesh. He gently bit her chin as he reached her head, his body draped over hers, pressing into all the right places. His nose brushed her lips, her cheeks, the spots under her eyes, her nose, her forehead, slowly driving her crazy for his touch. It was a game; he lowered his head, making her expect his lips against hers, then right before his mouth touched hers, he pulled back, letting her crave more. She writhed underneath him, every time he pulled back driving her more insane, needing his touch more; at some point a hiss escaped her as he pulled away again, her fists clenching besides her, her nails digging into the wooden countertop. He chuckled, the mischief visible in his eyes, his arms stretching beside her until suddenly he moved his right arm and cleaned the counter beside them, making plates shatter on the ground, forks and knifes flying across the room.
"You'll have to clean that up."
"You'll have to buy new plates."
"I'll have to borrow your credit card."
"Make sure to drop by Victoria's Secret while you have it."
With more force than intended she smashed her lips back against his, effectively shutting him up. A deep growl rose up from somewhere in his chest, his tongue sliding against her white teeth, his hands wandering over her bare stomach, the bulge in his pants pushing against her pubic bone with his every thrust. Her palms found his stomach, her fingers tracing his six-pack, every muscle separately. She spread her legs wider to accommodate him, her bare skin rubbing against his jeans, her temper rising up at the amount of clothes he was still wearing.
"You're still wearing that damn shirt."
"I still haven't found my invitation."
"Then you'd better get to it."
She started shoving him down by his shoulders, her arms pushing as hard as they could, growls of irritation making him chuckle as he slowly took his time to kiss her skin everywhere. Her arms fell limp beside her as she gave up, the alcohol kicking in, making her body feel numb and on fire at the same time. She arched off the countertop as Damon's mouth closed around her pebbled nipple, his hand squeezing her other breast just hard enough, the sensations rushing straight to her stomach and down to her aching heat. Clearly, he found the whole situation amusing, his bright blue eyes twinkled, his teeth gently nibbling and sucking on her nipple, knowing it would drive her crazy.
"You're risking your best friend card here." She breathed heavily, staring daggers at him. "Just fuck me already!"
"What about that invitation?"
"Fuck the invitation!" She screamed, her legs kicking against the wood beneath her. "Fuck me!"
"Impatient little thing you are."
Her whole body was trembling, aching for his touch, her skin wanting to press every one of her pores against every one of his, her hands itching to touch him, to dig her nails into his skin. The heat between her legs seemed to increase every second, her entrance burning on the edges, eager to be filled. She was ready to combust, explode into a pile of aches and he was taking his sweet time with getting off of her and standing back on his feet, his eyes scanning over her burning body. When he finally reached for her panties she lifted her hips up, her impatience getting the best of her. Her legs fell open in front of him, offering herself up as his meal, needing him to take advantage of her. Moisture dripped down her thighs, her slit glistening, her little bundle of nerves throbbing, her whole body begging.
"I once saw someone milk a cow; I think about the same amount of liquid came out of the udder."
"Who the hell got you on a farm?"
"It was on television."
"That makes more sense."
He bent down, his lips closing around her pink flesh, his tongue dipping inside her wet heat. He traced the tip of his tongue over both of her lips, searching his way to her swollen clit, the sensation growing in her belly, her hips arching off the surface beneath her. An amused chuckle came from him as he heard her moans escape, his hand coming to rest on her stomach, holding her down as he thrust one finger into her core. Once she had thought it was the most disgusting thing ever, his lips covered with her juices, his tongue licking her out, his nose buried between her folds; then one night he practically forced her to let him do it, saying she'd love every second of it, and she did. His warm mouth around her clit made her reach points she thought she could never get to; it was exactly what was happening, throwing her head from side to side, her fists pounding against the wood, her hips fighting against his hand on her stomach, the tension building in her belly, her breasts feeling heavier than ever, her core ready to explode until, it did.
She lay panting in front of him, her eyes fluttering, her chest going up and down with heavy breaths while his eyes roamed over her chest, his fingers going for the hem of his shirt, pulling it to his head, inch by inch unveiling the abs that hid beneath it. Her brown melting eyes opened wider again as he stood shirtless in front of her, her hands reaching out to touch him, her elbows pushing her up until she sat up in front of him, his waist encircled by her legs. She put her hands flat against his chest, reveling in the feel of his skin against hers, her eyes taking him in, her breathing coming back to normal. He shuddered as she placed her mouth around his nipple, sucking gently, her palms gliding to his back, pulling him closer to her, her ankles hooking behind his butt. She gave one last tug on his nipple and slipped her tongue out, licking and dipping her way down to his navel, her fingers tracing the line of hair that started there and disappeared into his jeans. Her fingers fumbled with the clasp of his belt, quickly separating the two ends so she could pull his zipper down. His cock sprung out as she started pushing his jeans down, the glorious limb standing up for her.
"Someone's happy to see Mommy." She grabbed the base of his penis, nursing it softly. "Did you miss me?"
"Why do you always talk to my penis?"
"It's my form of dirty talk."
She divided the pre-cum over his head, circling her thumb over his tip, making him drive his hips into the circle of her legs. She hopped off the kitchen, pushing him back so she could get down on her knees, licking slowly over the length of his cock. He twitched as she closed her lips around him, bringing him deeper, swallowing all of him until he was completely buried in her mouth and throat. Damon threw his head back, his fingers digging into her hair, holding her skull; she gently pulled back and let his head plop out of her mouth, then casually she took him back into it, repeating the process, driving him crazier, his breathing heavier, his teeth biting his bottom lip.
"I think it's time to take you up on your invitation," he breathed hoarsely, fighting his climax. "And fuck you senseless."
She practically jumped up and removed the shirt that was now sticking to her sweat-clad back. He kicked off his jeans that pooled around his ankles and waiting for her to be spread out on the countertop again, his erection throbbing, his balls tightening. He grabbed her calves and pulled her bottom to the edge, putting one of her legs on each of his shoulders. He took his length in his hands and moved it up and down her slit, using her juices as a lube, his penis sliding up and down her folds, bumping against her clit. Elena threw her head back, hearing the condom wrapper being opened, Damon's length disappearing for a second from her body until suddenly rubber pushed against her entrance, thrusting in to the hilt with one stroke.
Her nails scratched the countertop, Damon thrusting into her at the pace of a desperate man, desperate for release. She felt her walls warming around him again, her little bundle ready to explode again. His mouth fell open, sweat drops running down his skin, his eyes fluttering, his breathing heavy. He bit into her knee, fucking her hard, his balls slamming against her skin with every stroke; the pool started building up in her belly again, the sensations spreading through her at the speed of a swerving car. A grunt escaped him, his thrusts speeding up, his erection swelling inside of her, her walls tightening around him, pulsing, waiting for the little bundle's release. Moans fell off her lips, growls rope from deep inside of his chest, little tingles suddenly spread through her slit and then waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Three strokes later he tumbled over the edge while she was still milking him dry, pulsing around him, his erection caught in her canal. He panted, his knees wobbling, his hands slowly helping her legs off his shoulders. He stepped forward and dropped down between her legs, his head resting on her breasts, his head going up and down with every rise of her chest, the sweat on their skins mingling, the smell of sex surrounding them.
"I love the effect alcohol has on you."
"Shut up." She smacked his back, giggling. "You love it."
"If I hadn't been so damn hard I would have made you beg on your knees." He placed a kiss between her breasts, snuggling his nose in there. "We both know you'd have done it."
Sex meant for the both of them different things; for him it was about the physical pleasure, losing himself in another body, not caring about whose body it was. To her it was about getting as close to him as possible, physically as well as emotionally, just like she had been the first time they became one. Her prom had been the night everything changed, she was slow dancing with her date when suddenly a hand appeared on her shoulder, her skin tingling under his touch, ocean blue eyes locking on her brown ones, a gasp escaping her. He'd dragged her out of the decorated gym, guiding her to his car. The ride was quiet, she didn't need to ask him what he was doing, where he was taking her; she knew what they were going to do. He didn't say a word as he parked in front of the hotel and got out of the car, knowing she'd follow. The room had been luxurious, cream-painted walls, satin bedsheets, intimate lighting making it look like it came right out of a magazine. He broke the long silence when he asked her if she wanted something to drink; after briefly shaking her head she wondered who of them was the most nervous. His fiancee had a killer body, a body any guy would dream of possessing; she was barely a woman, her breasts weren't perfectly round, her stomach wasn't completely flat like Katherine's, her legs weren't as long, her skin wasn't as tanned. But she didn't mention any of it to him, not wanting to remind him of the fact that he had a fiancee, scared that he'd run out the door; she wanted this, had wanted it since she knew there existed such an act between men and women.
That's why she hadn't been able to keep her eyes off of him as he started undressing, the chest she'd seen a thousand times before suddenly in front of her, ready to collide with hers. With trembling hands she had unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the ground so it pooled around her feet, only her black bra and lacy panties between his naked body and hers. Her heart had beat frantically in her chest as he unzipped his jeans, lowering them to the ground so she for the first time saw what a real man looked like. After taking a deep breath she had removed her bra and panties, watching him come closer to her, his eyes scanning over her body, apparently liking what they saw. She had gasped as his lips found their way onto hers, finally knowing how he tasted like, what it was like to be kissed by him, how his tongue pushed against hers. They'd fooled around, getting to know each other's bodies, licking, teasing, tasting every piece of unfamiliar skin until suddenly he was hovering above her, his length pushing against her entrance, his blue eyes boring into hers, asking for a silent permission. She had leaned up and kissed him, feeling the tip of him slide into her, stretching her walls to a point where they'd never been. It didn't hurt like her friends had told her, there was a slight sting but then when he completely filled her there was nothing else but the feeling of her walls wrapping around him, welcoming him home. Her legs had wrapped around him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, clinging to him, his eyes boring into her, radiating nothing but devotion. She had wanted to cry at the overwhelming feelings of being one with him, instead she gave him a smile, knowing he'd take it the wrong way otherwise; and as he drove gently into her, sensations building up inside her stomach; she couldn't help but to think that somehow she'd always known he was going to be her first, just like she somehow knew he was going to be her last.
"I know that you're comfortable on top of me." She shifted underneath him, stroking his hair. "But I'm really not comfortable under you."
"You usually don't complain about that." He started moving off of her, his feet on the ground. "Maybe it's because you're tipsy and you get all feministic when you are."
She rolled her eyes in annoyance and got up, taking her panties and shirt along with his clothes from the ground. He walked in front of her, his bare ass waggling as he walked up the plateau to the bedroom. She pulled his belt from his jeans and walked after him, dropping the clothes on the bed, watching him stand in front of the closet. When his full attention was focused on the closet, she pulled the belt back and let it collide with the flesh of his ass, making him jump up, his cheeks now slightly pink.
"I told you I'd spank you if you weren't dressed appropriately in the next ten seconds." She giggled, holding the belt teasingly in her hand. "Besides, I always wanted to do it."
"Do that one more time and you'll end up screaming underneath me." He pointed his finger at her, warning her with his eyes. "That's a promise."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"I didn't mean that kind of screaming."
She yelped as he tackled her onto the bed, his fingers tickling her sides, his laugh echoing through the room, her own laugh joining his. It was a carefree moment, away from all the worries, the smile on his face lightening the room, lightening her world. She writhed underneath him, fighting for air, her laughs turning into screams, his blue eyes shimmering in joy, an image she savored so much. He let go of her, his legs still straddling her waist, his eyes boring into hers; she couldn't imagine any man more beautiful, more perfect than he was, a devil and an angel hiding in one body, a heart and soul made for hers hiding in it, she couldn't imagine ever loving someone else.
"I think you're bad for my love life."
"I'm pretty sure of it." He cupped her face in his hands, brushing his lips over hers. "Do you want that to change?"
"No. Never." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I'm so glad I met you, Damon. I'd never change that."
"You know nothing would have changed between us if I had married Katherine, right?"
"Everything would have changed between us, Damon." She smiled sadly, trying to comfort him by hugging him closer. "We were already growing apart when you got engaged."
"Katherine was jealous of you, so jealous." He whispered into her ear, watching shock cross her face. "When I asked her why she cheated on me she said it was my fault because she'd always come second to you."
"Damon..."
"You want to know my secret?" His voice was hoarse, his eyes burning into hers. "I'd be lonely without you."
"Then you'll never be lonely." She blinked her eyes against the tears, a small smile on her face as she hugged him. "Because I'll always be right here with you."
"You always were territorial." He chuckled softly into her neck, his breath tickling her skin. "Like a puppy."
"You're lucky I didn't pee around you to mark my territory."
She bit into his ear, doing her best puppy growl. He sniggered, shaking his head in amusement; his laughter made her realize how naked they were, their skins rubbing against each other, yet completely comfortable. That's how it had always been, his arms were safe, her safety net that shielded her from the world, the embrace that would soothe her as thunder rumbled above Betty's house and she ran into his room, quickly slipping under the covers into his arms. That's how it had started, then there were tummy aches because of her periods, then it was nightmares and at some point she didn't need any excuses anymore because he seemed to have accepted the fact that he had to share his bed with her.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" She tangled her fingers through his dark locks. "You were pulling my ponytail."
"And a few years later you were pulling mine." He placed a kiss behind her ear, grinning. "I remember and I also remember the day we became friends."
"It was at a benefit and I was hiding under the table because I was bored, then you noticed me there and came to sit with me." She bit her bottom lip to hold back her laughter, the fond memories rushing through her head. "You said it would pass faster if we made out."
"You slapped me." He pushed himself up on his elbow, stretched out next to her. "It was so cute."
"You had a crush on me."
"I had a crush on anything that had boobs or was in the process of developing them."
"For some reason I liked you." She shook her head, staring up at him. "I still remember the look on Betty's face when I asked her if you could come over to play.
"She didn't like me so much back then."
"And now you're her favorite."
"I still can't believe she just took me and Stefan under her wings like that." He pushed a lock of hair back behind her ear. "I could never respect that woman more than I do now."
"I think it was because you were always with me and we pushed Jeremy and Stefan together because otherwise they were always with us." She chuckled, burying her face against his shoulder. "She noticed things at your place were exactly the same as at mine so she just took you two in like she did with us."
"Yeah, that was far enough down memory lane." He placed a kiss on top of her head, his eyes filling with something she couldn't read. "It's time for bed."
"What are you doing tomorrow?" She got up and pulled the covers back, watching him do the same on the other side. "I'm going to class and after that I'm meeting Jeremy."
"I have a meeting in the morning." He slipped under the covers, fluffing his pillow. "Where are you going with Jeremy?"
"First lunch and then ring shopping." She pulled the covers over her, nodding. "He's going to propose to Bonnie."
"Wow." He stared in front of him, shaking his head. "Brave man."
"Yeah, I know. It just seems so weird, they're a good couple," she turned on her side, slipping her arms under her pillow. "But some things are just weird about them."
"Like what?"
"They have secrets, it's the strangest thing I've ever heard."
"Not everyone's like us." He shrugged indifferently, staring at the ceiling. "We're like: hey, I have to poop, hand me a magazine."
"Only you do that." She smacked his shoulder, rolling her eyes at him. "But even besides that, most of the time Bonnie tells him he can't call because she needs space and he only calls her every three days."
"Weird." He pouted his lips together, turning his head to her. "I call you three times a day."
"Exactly." She sighed, lifting her shoulders. "I don't think they're ready for marriage."
"It's their life, 'Lena. It's not our job to interfere with it." He turned on his side, facing her. "Talking about this marriage stuff, I've been thinking; you should move in."
"What?"
"I said you should move in." He spoke the words slowly, smiling. "Like here, in the apartment where you practically already are every second of the day."
"You sure?" She eyed him suspiciously, looking for any signs of doubts. "What if you bring a girl here?"
"Well, we share girls now too so that's not a problem." He waggled his eyebrows at her, smirking. "Besides, I can go to the girl's place instead of coming here."
"That trio was a one time thing."
"I know, I was just kidding." He rolled his eyes, shuffling closer to her. "I mean it, just move in here and you won't have to pay rent anymore with Bonnie and Caroline so maybe you could save some money for a car or to travel or whatever you want to do with it."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay."
"Great, we'll pick your stuff up tomorrow." He closed his eyes, snuggling his nose into the pillow. "Now that's settled, go to sleep."
"Goodnight, Damon."
"Goodnight."
She placed a kiss on top of his head and turned around, pushing her bare back against his bare chest. He draped his arm over her waist and buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her scent. His hand found her breast, his thumb moving in circles over her nipple, slowly, knowing it would get her to sleep. He quickly heard her breathing even out, her body relaxing and melting into his. He sighed and tightened his hold on her, hearing suddenly the banging on the door, someone yelling Elena's name.
He let go of Elena and slipped out of the bed, leaving a sleeping Elena behind, grabbing a pair of sweats from the floor. He rushed to the door and pulled it open, the girl's fist behind it held up, ready to bang on the door again, her face stained with tears, her brown curls a mess on her head, her knees wobbling.
"Bonnie?" He narrowed his eyes, rubbing sleep out of them. "What are you doing here?"
"There's been an accident." She stuttered through her sobs, barely audible. "It's Jeremy, you have to wake Elena up."
"What happened to Jeremy?"
"He's dead." She fell apart, tears streaming down her face. "He crashed his car, you have to wake Elena up."
"Elena's asleep." He pulled her back as she tried to get through the door. "And I'd prefer it if she stayed asleep."
"Didn't you hear me?" She yelled in his face, her curls sticking to her cheeks. "Jeremy's dead!"
"And he'll still be dead in the morning." His blue eyes widened, his arm pushing her back. "You just want someone to cry with you but it's not going to be Elena."
"She has to know!"
"I'll tell her in the morning." He blocked the door, throwing his body in front of hers. "You're not going to wake her up so you two can cry all night, he'll still be dead tomorrow and there's no use in waking her up now so the pain can start earlier."
"You're an asshole."
"I know." He clenched his teeth, grabbing the handle of the door. "Go back to your apartment, go cry with Caroline and I'll deal with Elena."
He slammed the door shut in her face, taking a deep breath, running his hand through his hair, walking back to the platform, seeing Elena peacefully asleep in bed. Memories of Elena and her brother rushed through his mind, the two little Gilberts sitting on his bed, bickering as he tried to find something to wear; Jeremy and Elena fighting over the remote while Stefan waited until they dropped it and snatched it away from them. A thirteen-year-old Jeremy reading a letter to his sister on her fifteenth birthday, telling her she's the best sister ever, even though she steals his cookies. Memories he'd all been part of in some way, the little boy he saw grow up into a teenager and then a man and now that little boy was gone, the teenager had disappeared, that man had died.
"Fuck."
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