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Lying in her bed that night Elena wrote in her diary about the kiss. 'It was incredible,' she wrote, 'I've never felt anything like it. What happened to my body was indescribable. Stefan has never made me feel anything like it before.'
Elena paused in her writing. Stefan. She hadn't thought about him once since her kiss with Damon. He seemed irrelevant now, like an irksome fly she couldn't get rid of.
As she lay there she realised that her feelings for Stefan were not real. She thought she loved him but the fact that she wanted to kiss Damon proved that thought wrong. She never thought of Stefan the way she had thought about Damon. The only problem was that even if Elena did break up with Stefan she wouldn't know what to say. She couldn't say 'Because I think I'm falling for your brother' or 'Because I'm in love with someone else' because both would lead to more questions and perhaps cause Stefan to lash out. Elena knew he wasn't the most stable of boys, and her thoughts turned unhappily to the events in the cafeteria that day.
She ran the memory through her mind, wincing as she remembered Stefan punching Matt in the face, and then practically melting when she remembered catching the glimpse of Damon's stomach.
Thinking of him as Damon rather than Mr Salvatore made her feel closer to him and she liked that feeling. It made her feel special out of all the students in the school, as she was the only one who was allowed to call him that.
What followed from this thought caused Elena to fall asleep with a huge smile on her face as she imagined Damon lying on top of her, holding his weight with one muscular arm as he gently used his other hand to trail his fingers lightly across her bare stomach, causing a small moan from Elena as her whole body trembled from the slight touch. His hand moved gently upwards to cup her breast as their lips met. Elena's hands wrapped around his neck and buried themselves in his hair. He gently stroked across Elena's breast causing her to arch her back. She grabbed the neck line of his shirt and had it off him in a second. She marvelled at his body, running her hands along the hard muscles, the defined biceps and further down, still covered, the lump in his pants. Seeing this caused Elena to feel a tightening sensation between her legs and she knew what she needed. She needed Damon inside her. Now. She reached down and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, and slipped them down along with his boxers. His member proudly reared its head, large and completely erect, causing Elena to gasp. Damon smiled an amazingly sexy smile at her and whipped off her skirt and g-string before-
Elena jolted awake as her alarm went off. Cursing under her breath she slammed the snooze button and tried to drift back off. Back to the place where she and Damon were about to have sex. She cursed again. If only her alarm had gone off five minutes later, she may have been able to enjoy Damon being inside her completely.
After a few minutes of trying and failing to fall back to sleep Elena sat up and became aware that she was very wet between her legs. She was surprised. No dream had ever turned her on that much.
'If only it were reality.' Elena thought wistfully. She wanted Damon more than she had ever wanted anyone, her dream proving how much. She knew how Damon turned her on physically but realised in her dreams that he hadn't said a word. Elena pondered this fact realising that she knew nothing about Damon. She decided on the spot to rectify this from that moment on.
Filled with confidence she began to get ready for the day ahead and this time wore a sensible top that showed a hint of cleavage but not enough to be particularly noticeable. She also wore her favourite dark-rinse skirt, artfully ripped. Clothes she felt comfortable and confident in. Perfect for when she was once again facing Damon, or Mr Salvatore as she must call him at school.
Half an hour later Elena was walking up the corridor towards her maths classroom, linked with Caroline. She had managed to avoid Stefan by arriving earlier than usual and hiding out in a bathroom where she had met Caroline who was re-applying lip gloss and mascara.
'I don't care if I have a boyfriend.' She said the moment Elena walked in. 'Mr Salvatore is hot, and I will look my best infront of him so I can kiss that gorgeous piece of heaven when we graduate.' She pouted in the mirror and then laughed. Elena knew she was joking about getting with Damon but the fact the she had said 'after graduation' caused guilt to well up inside of her. Damon could lose his job because of that kiss, anyone could have caught them.
She carried this thought with her to the classroom, still linked with Caroline. She hoped it would enable her to keep some sort of focus in the lesson. A quick glance around the room when she arrived showed her that Damon had not arrived yet, so she quickly walked to her seat and sat down, removing her jacket in case she had a repeat of the overheating incident. Although the results were pleasant, the lead up to it wasn't.
The bell rang just as Damon walked into the classroom and his gaze immediately fell on Elena, who felt her whole body tense and her temperature start to rocket. She wrenched her eyes away from his, forcing herself to think of the repercussions of what could happen if she did anything more with him. She didn't want him to lose his job.
For the next hour she refused to look up in case she caught a glimpse of him and by the last five minutes of the lesson was confident she could escape without anything happening between them, or at least to Elena. She was confident right up to the point when Damon called out 'Elena, please stay behind after class as I wish to speak to you about your tutoring.'
'Crap!' Elena thought. She slammed her pencil down, harder than was really necessary and Caroline looked at her and whispered 'More time alone with Mr Hottie! Lucky bitch!'
Elena shot her a strained smile and waited for the class to leave before walking up to the front of the class. Taking a steadying breath she looked up and before she could do anything, Damon, glancing towards the door, grabbed her hand and pulled her into the storage room, where no-one could see or hear them.
Elena's hand was on fire, her heart racing. Damon dropped her hand once they were inside and said, without looking at her, 'About last night...I am sorry...it shouldn't have happened and I hope that we can get past this.'
Elena was able to reply 'Of course Damon. It was a mistake and should not happen again. Heat of the moment thing.'
Damon glanced up just as Elena did and their eyes met and locked. Elena just had time to think 'Damn!' before her brain stopped and she lost control over her body. Damon seemed to be having a similar problem although his eyes also showed a battle going on as though he was trying not to do anything but he wanted too. This battle continued for about a minute before Damon reached for the door handle.
'He's leaving.' Elena managed to think, and felt disappointment run through her body but at the same time was pleased he was leaving. Or was he? Damon had paused with his back to Elena, his hand still on the handle. She heard him let out a groan of frustration and he flung himself at Elena so suddenly, she stumbled and fell backwards, and would have seriously injured herself if Damon hadn't managed to fling his arms around her. She automatically flung her arms around his neck and they stood there for a heartbeat, before Damon righted Elena and dropped his hands. The near accident seemed to have shocked them both into a sensible state of mind.
Once again Damon muttered an apology and left the room quickly. Elena was quite proud of herself. She had managed an encounter without anything happening with him although she was annoyed something nearly had. She realised that if she really wanted to stop whatever she felt for Damon she would have to work really hard at it. The only question: could she do it?
