"Disclaimer: 1) a renunciation of any claim to or connection with; 2) a disavowal; 3) a statement made to save one's own ass" ~Kevin Smith, Dogma
In other words, we all know we don't anything TVD, we all wish we did...down to every last snarky comment (insert eye-thing and sexy smirk here)
A/N; So, so sorry for the lack of updates... Last week I was out of town, visiting someone in the hospital... returned home, and left my power charger behind... Now, I'm back out of town again, visiting them again... But, the writing has given me a great outlet (when I get a minute or two)
This chapter is more of a drabble, but I wanted to get something posted... It was supposed to be the next chapter of Twisted Switch, but this was half written already... (anyone who is following my other story as well, Chapter 8 is on the way... Promise!)
Side note; I actually had this chapter edited and ready for it's final 'look over' the night before. but apparently my open office was in recovery mode, so I lost all my changes... But (loosely) in the words of Damon... I've had time time to process it, and move on... I had an hour to realize what a bad idea it was to leave you here alone, process it, and move on. Are you ok? Lol :)
I actually think I like the new changes better... Happy (albeit, short) Reading!
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What I've Been Missing
"Because I see the way he looks at you. It's the same way my Daddy looked at my Mama." She jumped off the bar stool. "You are one lucky women," she smiled.
Elena smiled back at her. "It looks as if you are too." Ms. Strawberry Blonde just nodded her head as she walked away from Elena and towards her husband. She gave him a high five, then he pulled her into a sweet gentle embrace and kissed her.
Elena was watching them almost in awe. So much so, that she didn't notice Damon sneak up next to her. "I let him win," he whispered in her ear.
He had startled her. Damon smirked. When she jumped, Elena also let a smile escape her lips.
Damon's eyebrows went askew. "Why are you so smiley?" He inquired, as he peered at Elena slightly suspicious, but amused.
She shook off whatever thought he had interrupted. "I'm having fun," she said in a determined voice that was full of contentment.
"Are you?" He still had his eyebrow raised.
"Yes," she said, trying to mimic his tone. "Can't I have fun? I told you I used to be fun."
Damon relaxed his eyes. "You're still fun." He stated confidently.
Elena looked thoughtful for a moment, then continued. "No," she sighed, "I'm all drama...and life or death." Her big brown eyes had wandered down, but they immediately shot back up brightly, "But I'm having fun tonight."
Elena was smiling at him again, and he couldn't help but smile back. "I'm sure the copious amount of alcohol you've consumed has helped." His voice was teasing, but warm.
"Copious?" She muffled a laugh behind her hand. "Did you really just say copious?"
"You thinking that's funny, just proves my point."
"Damon, I'm not that drunk."
He got a little bit of a smirk, and he whispered to her, "Copious." Elena just glared at him.
"I told you...I'm not-"
"That drunk...yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes, and looked away from her. "So, if it's not the copious," he paused to look at her. She just glared again. Damon laughed. "So, if it's not the booze, what then?"
Elena hopped off the bar stool, as her thigh accidentally grazed the bulge in Damon's jeans. She had her back to him when she said, "Believe it or not, you're not the worst company in the world."
When she turned around, his eyes were burning into hers like two little hot blue flames. "Elena." He seemed to growl her name, rather than speak it.
The state Damon was in was making her body flush. She had lost control of the situation, so Elena decided to retreat. "I...I'm..."
"Yes?" He crooned in a cocky tone.
That did it. She found her resolve and stated, "I'll be in the little girl's room." She started to saunter away, looking back over her shoulder. "I'll be back."
She gave him a sexy smile as he watched her walk away. Damon let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and certainly didn't need. Maybe it was the last round of shots, or his last beer...but Damon couldn't let it go. Moreover, he couldn't let her go.
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There was a long hallway in the back of the bar that led to the woman's bathroom. Along the way there was a stairwell, a staff only door, and the men's room. Elena had just turned the corner heading back out, and saw Damon resting along the wall. "Are you following me?"
"Yes." His voice was deadpan, but drop dead sexy.
Elena began to tighten her lips, but then let them slip into a flirty little smile. She moved herself in front of Damon. "So, you're following me to the girl's room. Why?"
No one was around, so Damon used his vamp speed to turn them both around. Elena's back was now against the wall, and he was surprised that her body didn't tense up in fright. She had remained completely limp, in spite of her self.
When she spoke, however, her breath was raspy. Instead of keeping her composure, she started to feel her whole body blush. She said his name like it was a question, "Damon?"
"I want to apologize..."
"We made a deal, remember?" Elena said in almost a whisper.
Damon smirked, "I want to apologize for being into your sister." She gave him a menacing glare, but he continued anyway, "Don't worry...she was just the warm up act." By the time Damon finished his lips were next to her ear. He pulled back to look in her eyes. His were full of playful seduction. "I'm also sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. It's not my intention."
She just glared at him again, but said, "Hm-mm...of course it is. You always put an alternate meaning behind everything you say."
He smirked, and crinkled his nose. Then Damon leaned back down to her ear. He let his hot breath make her shiver before he spoke, "I bet you think about me...even when you don't want to."
Elena rolled her eyes, but instead they almost rolled back into her head. Without looking at her, he brushed his lips along her jaw and found her mouth without touching it. Damon paused, like he was waiting for something.
He gently, with precise slowness, took her top lip in between his. Damon jumped back when Elena accepted his bottom lip into her mouth and grazed it with her tongue.
Damon and Elena's eyes must have been closed tight, because they both shot their eyelids open violently. "Elena, you were supposed to slap me..." he said in a breathless, bewildered state.
Her pleasantly surprised shock turned to frustrated indignation in a flash. "What?"
Damon stepped back closer to her, even though her body was in full defense mode now. "Elena... I... you..." Damon was at a loss for words, but then got a cocky little smile. "You kissed me back."
"Damon, I'm drunk." She was whispering again.
His cockiness dissolved into a little bit of hurt. "You're not that drunk."
Damon moved even closer. Elena started to protest, "Traveling down memory lane is the exact opposite of forgetting."
He grabbed her hands, and held them behind her back. In doing so, it brought their bodies together even more. It also made her look deep into his lusty blue eyes. "I said I'd pretend...not forget."
If Damon's eyes hadn't been enough to make her body go weak, then his voice definitely did. Elena purred his name, "Damon..." She had moved her eyes down to gaze at Damon's lips.
Then let her wrists go. She let out a faint whimper, as her eyes looked back into his. Her hands stayed behind her.
Damon stepped back, but she continued to look up at him. "You're right. It's not last call yet."
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A/N; I know the compulsion scene wasn't verbatim... that was intentional (for some reason I feel I need to stress this... I don't want anyone taking away my TVD Obsession Card or revoking my Delena Membership) LOL :)
Sorry if there are a few errors here and there... Remember, reviews are love! Happy 1912! (about Damon... I mean, about damn time... LOL)
