A/n- So I suck at this apparently and my update is 2 days late, that being said, welcome to the next chapter J There isn't much to say about this one apart from things are going to get a lot more complicated (Teehee) before they get better so if any of this seems outta the blue it'll all be explained later. As always thank you to everyone that read, reviewed, favorited and followed, they mean the world to me and help inspire me to continue writing. The next chapter should be up on Wednesday. Until then happy reading.
Chapter 4: Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have (Without Taking Her Clothes Off)
By the time that third period hit Damon was beyond frustrated- his migraine hadn't gone away at all and all he could see to think about was Gilbert, the way that she had felt against him and the things that she had done to his body. At the front of the classroom the teacher was going on and on about what he wasn't really sure, that would mean he had actually bothered to pay attention. He swore softly and slunk down further in his chair, his whole body tense and on edge; he needed to get laid and soon- all of the teasing with Gilbert wasn't helping him any either. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, debating the consequences if he just left class when a piece of paper pelted him in the side of the head. He sat up, ready to cuss out whoever had decided to throw something at him when he noticed Gilbert, half standing in the doorway, her hand covering her mouth as her shoulders shook in silent laughter. She cocked a finger at him, disappearing back into the hallways before the oblivious teacher at the front turned around.
"Ms. Mikaelson?" He questioned when she glanced over the shoulder at the classroom, to make sure that they were paying attention, most of the students snapping to and attempting to hide cell phones under their desks. She cocked an eyebrow at him and he took that as his cue to keep going with his question, "May I use the hall pass please." She shrugged her shoulders, pointed to the garish looking stick that read hall pass across it and went back to lecturing, much to the displeasure of the rest of the class. Damon was out of his seat and into the hallway before she could even start talking again, his lips curling up in the corners. He didn't bother to take the hall pass with him, he wasn't going back to the classroom, he'd kill someone if he did and he doubted that boredom would be a good excuse for murder. He hadn't bothered to take anything with him to class so it's not like it mattered if he went or not, he was too new the teachers wouldn't know who he was anyways. He felt almost a sense of relief as he stepped in to the hallway, looking either way for Elena. She was leaning against the lockers across the hall, one leg crossed over the other, her arms folded across her chest- she looked bored.
"Took you long enough." She taunted, pushing herself off of the lockers and stepping towards him. She cocked her head to the side, tonguing her bottom lip as her eyes roved along his body, "Never would have taken you for one of the good boys that actually goes to class." She shrugged her shoulders and started off down the hall, leaving him to scramble to catch up with her. He wanted to question where they were going but thought better of it, wanted to tell he that he was in class for lack of better things to do but that also felt like something that didn't exactly need to be said, instead he walked in silence next to her, wondering why she had bothered to call him outta class anyways.
The hallways were empty, devoid of everyone, even the few students that had a study hall or anything close to that weren't anywhere to be found. He finally decided to say something to her when she stopped mid-step, turned and shoved into him as hard as she possible could.
"What the hell." He ground out as she pushed him again, his back colliding with a door that swung open on impact. He barely had time to look around him, register that he was in the women's bathroom before she was on him, her hand curling around the back of her neck, her teeth settling into the skin of his throat. He grunted when his lower back hit the sink, his head smacking against the mirror, the weight of Elena as she held herself against his body doing things to him that he wasn't really ready to think about yet. "You could have just asked me nicely to come in here," He growled, swearing under his breath, his fingers tangling in her chocolate strands as she sank her teeth deeper into the skin of his throat. He could feel her smirk against his skin, her hands releasing his neck to drag down the collar of his shirt, giving her more room to work with, and more area to mark. Katherine was going to have a field day when she saw the dark bruising that he was sure of, but he also found that he really didn't care what she thought at that moment, instead he was more focused on every single nip that she was leaving on his body and how much that was turning him on.
"Now where is the fun in that," She purred as she released his collar, her hands skimming down his chest until she could push her fingers beneath the thin material of his shirt, drawing his body closer to hers, her fingers slightly sinking beneath the waistband of his jeans. He groaned softly, the hands in her hair tightening slightly and yanking her head back, his lips settling roughly down over hers. She did the last thing that he would have thought she would, her mouth parted under his and she let out this breathy little mewl, her body going pliant against his- and just like that he lost all control. His hands left her hair, settling down on her hips instead as he drew her closer, his tongue insistent, mapping out every contour of her mouth. She met him stroke for stroke, lifting up onto her tiptoes just so she could reach him better, her fingers skimming along the edge of his jeans until she could pop the button the held them closed. She ripped her mouth away from his with a soft gasp; her hand rubbing against the front of his jeans in a way that had his eyes screwing shut and his breath even more labored then her kiss had left him.
"Good god." He panted, forcing his eyes open. Elena drew her bottom lip into her mouth, sucking on it, her gaze lifting up to meet his as she pushed his shirt up, baring the skin of his lower stomach to her touch. She smirked, keeping her eyes settled on him, her fingers tugging down the zipper on his jeans, each click on the metal teeth seeming to echo in the room. His heart stuttered in his chest, his breathing going ragged when she dropped down to her knees, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss to his stomach, her tongue dipping into his belly button. She winked up at him, his stomach doing flips, then she lowered her gaze to what she was doing, pressing another kiss to his skin, nipping slightly at his hip bones with her teeth. He watched, hypnotized as she tugged his jeans down along his hips, the warm feeling of her mouth against the front of his briefs making his knees buckle. His hands gripped the sink behind him hard enough that his knuckles were white and from the look that Elena was giving him, she knew exactly what she was doing to him. She bit her bottom lip and cast her head to the side, looking up at him coyly her hands teasingly tugging down the edge of his briefs. She kept her eyes on his as she leaned forward, sliding her tongue along the length of his shaft. He swore, his hands leaving the sink to grab her shoulder, sure that he was leaving bruises but uncaring as she drew his head into her mouth and sucked shallowly. "Jesus." He groaned, swallowing roughly. Her eyes fluttered closed as she lifted up slightly onto her knees, slowly sliding down along his length, sucking harder the deeper that she took him into her mouth and throat.
She hummed softly, her tongue pushing into his slit on the upstroke, her fingers rolling his balls gently in her hands. Damon licked his lips, nearly losing it as she drew him back into her mouth, her rhythm picking up. She curled her fingers around his base, roughly stroking up with each downward bob until his length was pulsing against her tongue and she was swallowing each spurt. He let out a rough breath as she pulled back from him with one last firm slurp, her tongue cleaning everything that was left and sat back, a satisfied smirk curling her lips. He didn't know what to say as she climbed to her feet, looking down along his body.
"Hmm, not bad." She commented and then she was turning and walking out of the women's bathroom like nothing had happened. Damon swore and scrambled to get both his jeans and briefs back up so he could go after her, but by the time that he was back in the hallway she was nowhere to be found. Shaking his head he leaned back against the lockers and let out a slow breath, wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into with Gilbert. It felt like only seconds before the bell signaling the end of class rang and with that came a determination to make Katherine let him out of her little plot because if what he had seen of Gilbert was any indication, when all was said and done that woman was gonna eat him alive.