Drops of liquid

Elena slammed her car door shut and rushed towards the front door of the boarding house. She was late! It had been one of those days. Traffic jams, spilled coffee on her favourite jeans and her boss riding her about her latest article for the magazine. And now, she was late. Tonight was Stefan's latest exposition. Big potential buyers were coming. It was very important to him. He needed her at his side.

Damn, she still had to shower, change clothes and apply make up. It would be a race against time.

"Stefan?!" she called out as soon as she entered the house. "I'm here. I'll take a shower real quick and get dressed in records time. Promise!"

She yelled out the words, racing up the stairs as she went. Therefore, she failed to hear Stefan and his warning…

Rushing into the bathroom, she kicked off her sneakers. She was about ready to take off her shirt when she heard the shower running. O good, Stefan wasn't ready either! Maybe she wasn't that late after all.

Smiling, she pulled the shower door open, ready to join him. However, she was met by a sight which stopped her dead in her tracks.

Stefan wasn't the one in her shower. It was another man, facing away from her, but she would recognise those jet black locks of hair anywhere. Drops of water were dripping down his body, emphasising his hard muscles. He was absolutely flawless. He was running his hands through his wet hair, causing the muscles in his back muscles to ripple. Elena was glued to the spot, her eyes travelling down his perfect body. She swallowed as she took in his rear. It was tight and firm.

Her heart was beating frantically and she noticed an ache deep down in her womanhood. She almost wished he would turn around, so she could see all of him. No doubt he was perfect up front too.

In that moment he did turn around, almost as if he could read her thoughts. Or maybe he just heard the loud pounding of her heart. Damn! She had to do something! Otherwise he would know that she had been gawking at his spectacular frame.

"O my God!" she screeched, covering her eyes with her hands.

"Elena?" she heard Damon's surprised voice saying.

"What are you doing in my shower?!"

Her voice sounded angry. Good. Better than shaky with lust!

She was still covering her eyes, although she couldn't help but peer through the cracks between her fingers. She watched him turning off the shower quickly, grabbing a white towel, wrapping it around his waist.

"Okay, I'm decent... Well, close enough," Damon chuckled.

Elena removed her hands and glared at him.

"The last time I checked, you still had your own shower in your own apartment! Why are you here?" she bit out.

Damon shrugged and casually went about getting ready.

"Stefan invited me to his exposition tonight. I told him I had a late meeting and I couldn't make it in time if I went back home to my apartment to change. It's in the suburbs, you know," he winked at her.

Okay, that made sense.

Elena took a deep breath, trying to will the flush to leave her face and desperately trying to avoid staring at his chest.

"Okay, well. Out! I'm in a hurry too," she told him.

Damon chuckled and walked past her, his arm accidentally brushing against hers as he went.

"I hope I didn't use up all the hot water," he rumbled.

Elena closed the door behind him and sagged against it, willing her heartbeat to slow down….

"Where did Damon go?" she asked as soon as she had gotten dressed and ready for Stefan's big evening. He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and turned around as she descended it, gawking at her tight, red cocktail dress.

"You look stunning," he whispered.

She smiled and took his hand, letting him walk her towards their car.

"Damon went ahead in his own car. We'll meet him there. He told me about the shower incident. I tried to warn you he was in there as soon as you got home, but you were in such a hurry and up the stairs before I had a chance. I hope seeing my brother naked wasn't too horrible on you," Stefan laughed.

Elena swallowed. Damon being naked was horrible? Not really…

"I'm sure that image will one day be forgotten," she joked back.

But deep down, she knew his naked backside would haunt her tonight.

Luckily, they didn't arrive that late at the exposition. Still, as soon as Stefan stepped through the doors with her, he was immediately surrounded by his promoter, Rebekah, and several potential buyers, leaving Elena to fend for herself. It didn't take too long to spot Caroline, though, who had also come to support her friend. To Elena's surprise, she was locking arms with Tyler Lockwood.

"O my God, Elena! There are so many new customers! Stefan is going to nail this tonight!" She buzzed excitedly.

"I hope so. A lot is at stake for him."

"O right! Where are my manners? Elena Salvatore, this is Tyler Lockwood. My date," Caroline winked on the last word.

Elena gave her a big grin, before turning her attention to Tyler.

"We've met before," she said. "But it's nice to see you again, Tyler."

"Your husband sure has talent, Elena. My mother is thinking about buying the entire oceanfront section tonight. She says it would look great in her house," Tyler told her.

Elena's eyes lit up. The mayor was buying her husband's work? It would be amazing advertisement if she purchased anything.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted Damon talking to said mayor; Carol Lockwood. The mayor seemed to be quite fond of Damon, talking animatedly to him while touching his arm occasionally. It made Elena wonder if there would ever be a woman who was not even remotely attracted to Damon.

Her mind drifted towards his naked body, which had been in her shower not too long ago. As if on cue, his head turned around in her direction. His smile seemed to freeze on his lips as he looked at her, his eyes travelling over her form.

Elena cleared her throat and focussed her attention back on Tyler.

"It would be amazing if she bought something. My husband spent a great deal of time on those pictures."

Her voice sounded hoarse. To make matters worse, she spotted Damon coming their way.

"Hello ladies, Tyler," he greeted everyone.

Caroline rolled her eyes and seemed to lean in towards Tyler a little more.

"Damon," she spat out.

"Nice to see you again, Caroline."

Caroline positively scowled at him.

"I wish I could say the same. I'm sorry, Tyler. It's getting a little hot in here. Would you mind going for some fresh air with me?"

"That girl does not like me," Damon chuckled as they watched Caroline dragging Tyler away.

Elena sighed dramatically.

"We've already talked about that one."

"Ah yes, we did talk about your perception that I fuck everything in a skirt and how I can't maintain a relationship beyond a few days."

Elena grabbed a glass of champagne off of a tray from a nearby waiter and took a sip.

"Am I wrong?" she asked him. "You're the one who basically pointed out you don't do love."

"Elena, the fact that I don't succumb to some sort of chemical reaction of my brain does not mean I don't know how to keep a lady happy for a longer period of time," Damon let her know.

Elena wanted to laugh at him.

"O really? What was your longest relationship then?"

Damon eyed her seriously; his eyes dark, making her think she had once again crossed the line. But before she could apologize, he answered her.

"Three years."

Elena almost spat out her champagne. Three years?

She watched as he walked off towards a section that was less crowded, eying pictures as he went. She followed him. She had to know more.

"Three years?" she whispered incredulously as she continued walking slowly next to him.

Damon nodded.

"Yep. I met her in Italy. She was very beautiful. A lot like you in that department." He caught Elena's gaze, making her blush and look down.

"She was also very complicated and selfish, and mostly not very kind, but very sexy and seductive."

"What happened?" Elena wanted to know.

Damon turned to stare at one of Stefan's pictures. It was one he had made of a crowded street. Cars were flashing by, making their headlights appear as rays of light.

"Let's just say it…ended."

Elena watched him closely, realising it must have been awful for him. She stepped back as he turned around, his eyes dark.

"So Elena, I do know about passion. I do know what it's like to have that absolute hunger devouring you whenever that person is near."

He seemed to trap her, his penetrating gaze reeling her in. Elena pressed herself against the wall behind her, trying to protect herself from the effect his words were having on her.

"To want something so bad, your entire body aches. How the blood screams inside your veins, trying to force you to follow its' will. It's excruciating and it can be excruciatingly good once you give in. But giving in is not always the smart choice."

Elena's chest began to heave. Were they still talking about his mystery girl? His words shot straight towards every nerve ending in her body. Her nipples puckered against her dress and she could feel wetness seeping between her thighs.

Suddenly, Damon straightened up and broke the atmosphere.

"See, I can be passionate," he winked. "I just prefer to keep a level head."

From somewhere behind his back he produced a red rose. He held it up in front of her. Dazed, Elena accepted it.

"I have to go now. People to see. Enjoy your evening, Elena."

He gently raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. After that, he sauntered off.

Okay, what the hell was that?!

"Has anyone seen Elena?" she suddenly heard her husband say.

She quickly made her way back to her husband's side, still holding the rose in her hand.

"Hey sweetheart. This evening is going great! There seem to be lots of buyers, including the mayor!" he pointed out excitedly.

"That's great news, Stefan. I'm very happy for you."

Stefan wanted to take her hand in his, but then noticed the red rose.

"Do I have some competition, Elena?" he chuckled.

Elena put the rose in her hair. It actually suited her dress.

"No, your brother gave it to me. I think it was a peace offering," she explained.

Stefan seemed surprised.

"Are you suddenly getting along now?"

"Hardly," Elena huffed.

Elena noticed Damon leaving from the corner of her eye. And he wasn't leaving alone. Rebekah Michaelson was clinging to him, making it very apparent what it was that they were going to do. Elena felt her stomach ache at the thought.

"And there he goes again," she grumbled crankily. "I swear, Stefan. His bed sees more action than a Bruce Willis movie!"

Stefan threw back his head and laughed at this.

"He's very..active, yes. But if he enjoys this lifestyle, then that's his business…"

Elena couldn't stop thinking about it. As she lay in bed that night, her mind went into overdrive. Damon on top of Rebekah. Damon inside of Rebekah. She wanted to retch, but the images wouldn't leave her. He was probably screwing her right now.

She angrily punched her pillow a few times, trying to get comfortable. But sleep wouldn't come. She thought about his passionate words; words that had managed to turn her on. It was like he had been able to read every emotion she felt whenever he was near. He had said it as if he had been yearning for her, instead of that woman in Italy. And that was plain crazy! Nobody was yearning here. She was just having an overactive imagination and yes, he was drop dead gorgeous, which made her attracted to him. There was nothing wrong with that.

She loved Stefan.

She sighed as she rolled over towards the empty bedside. Her husband was downstairs, too wired to sleep. It was nice to see how excited he was. He would prove Damon wrong and make his money with this. His passion.

Passion.

Damon talking about passion.

Damon naked in her shower.

O God, she had to stop! She was driving herself crazy here. Not to mention a bit horny. She could already feel her thighs becoming sticky because of her wicked thoughts. Seeing Damon naked had made things worse. He was even more perfect than she had imagined. How she would have loved to step into that shower with him…

She would have pressed her breasts against his wet, naked back, hardening her nipples. Her hand would have slid down his body to gently squeeze one of those sexy cheeks. She would kiss his neck and lave at his pulse point. God, she would love to hear him moan! What would it sound like? She already knew it would be sexy as hell!

Then her hand would slide towards the front and grab hold of his already erect cock, pumping him slowly and sweetly, agonizing him. Of course, he would have none of her teasing and turn around, pushing her into the glass shower wall. His tongue would dive into her mouth, tasting her, teasing her, seducing her. He would kiss down towards one of her breasts, biting her little bud until she yelped. He would slide his fingers down towards her sex and gently probe inside of her, filling her up. The heel of his hand would press into her clit while his fingers pushed in and out of her. He wouldn't stop until she was on the pinnacle of orgasm.

Then he would pull his fingers out and push his cock back in, the sensation of his large girth making her walls quiver and tremble until she screamed with an orgasm so good, she was afraid she would pass out.

Then he would fuck her senseless…

"O God!" Elena cried into her pillow as her inner walls fluttered around her own fingers. Her juices surged forward as she contracted deliciously with the intensity of her orgasm.

"Yes.."

The fluttering inside of her gradually stopped and Elena pulled out her fingers. It was in that exact moment of clarity that she realised she had just gotten herself off to the image of her and her naked brother in law having sex, while her husband was only a few feet away…

A/N: O my. Things are heating up ;) Damon's words surely weren't just meant for that mysterious girl back in Italy? What do you think? Do you think Damon went off to have sex with Rebekah to let off some steam..to forget about a certain pull he feels? Tell me in a review!

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