Unexpected Things Happen On Unexpected Meetings
Chapter 4
Elena parked her car in the alley of her house. She took off the key from the ignition but remained on her seat. She let the calming silence enveloping her in the darkness of the night. She didn't want to go inside her house. She certainly did not want to go in her room. Elena knew he would be there, in the room just next to hers. Maybe he would be waiting for her just to annoy and harass her again. And after what she had let happened, again tonight, she was positive that he would try something else.
She huffed and leant back in her car seat with her hands on her lap. If only Matt didn't have to go again because of some emergency with his sister. She could have spent the night at his place... and far away from the temptation that was Damon Salvatore. Instead of that, here she was, Elena Gilbert, all grown up woman, hiding in her car like a coward.
She replayed the evening in her head. Once Matt had arrived, she had been able to pretend she was having fun. Jenna had been oblivious of her discomfort that she had tried to hide by dancing with Matt. Elena had been able to avoid Damon for the rest of the engagement party and of course, the restroom had been off limits for the rest of the evening.
"Damn it!" She hissed in her car and punched the steering wheel. "Fuck!" She panicked when the horn of her car was heard and a dog barked somewhere.
Her heart raced and she was scared to have awakened the neighborhood. The last thing she wanted was to wake Jenna and Alaric up. She didn't want to wake him up.
She was relieved when she saw no sign of life in the house. Maybe good luck would be with her. Maybe she could get in without a sound, go to bed and sleep it off. Maybe...
Damon was tossing and turning in his bed. The image of Elena dancing with that prick angered him. The image of Elena kissing that moron made his blood boiled with utter rage. He didn't understand why he felt like this. He didn't do jealousy; especially not with some girl he only met once or twice. He didn't do the girlfriend boyfriend thing either in the first place. But the pain he felt when he had to watch her with another man was unexplainable. The thought that she was in another man's bed right now was unbearable.
He stopped his mind right there because the last thing he needed was to picture what she could be doing, in this instant, in the middle of the night with the lucky bastard. He sure knew what he would be doing and sleeping was far from it.
What the fuck was she doing with that blond boy? He remembered their first encounter; she had told him she didn't have a boyfriend back then. Was it true? Had she been lying? He couldn't picture her as a liar so it was probably true at the time. He just couldn't understand what she was seeing in the guy.
His thoughts were cut by the sound of a horn and a dog barking somewhere. Damon looked at the time. It was nearly one in the morning. Not long after that, he heard light noises downstairs and he knew it was her. He had to resist his urge of barging in her room when he heard her door open and close slowly. All he wanted was to see her. He wanted to hold her and kiss her again until she finally cave in.
He wondered why she was home, though, and why did her boyfriend let her go home alone. If she was his... He would never let her leave is bed. Ever. A cocky smirk plastered his face at the picture of a naked Elena wrapped in his silk sheet in his gigantic four poster bed. Oh the fun they could have in it. The image sent a wave of lust through his body that only one thing would release.
Damon bit back a groan and turned on his side with his arm curled beneath his head. Sleeping would be very difficult tonight and probably impossible knowing that what he wanted was so close but so distant at the same time.
He could now hear her in the bathroom. Slow and hesitant movements as she was being careful not to wake him up. Well, he got news for her. He wasn't sleeping at all! He wanted nothing more than go in there to surprise her but he doubted she would appreciate the idea. He was sure she wanted him. The chemistry between them was too strong to be denied. He knew she felt it too; she had too. She had responded to his kisses every times and by the sparks that those kisses created, he knew that sex between them would be more than amazing.
He flipped on his back again and closed his eyes. He decided it would be best if he didn't go in that bathroom. He just needed to change his tactics to get to her. Be less forward and be nicer. He rolled his eyes at himself and scoffed inwardly. God he was pathetic. He should just leave her alone and picked the first bimbo that would cross his path. That always served him well in the past.
The problem was that he couldn't let her go. He had to have her even if only once... He needed to have her. Yep, maybe he would play nice and see where it would lead him.
The next morning, Elena was curled on her side in her bed. Her eyes were glued to her alarm clock. It was 7:30 and she knew she would have to get up soon even though she much rather stay hidden under her comforter like the coward that she was.
However, she got out of her bed reluctantly and listened carefully to the silence. She approached the bathroom door and pressed her hear on the door. When she heard nothing but her nervous heartbeat she twisted the doorknob. She peeked her head through the door that was ajar before entering the bathroom. Once she was in, she quickly locked the door on Damon's side and leant her back onto it. Her eyes lifted up to the ceiling while she exhaled loudly. Elena shook her head. She never thought she could be that pathetic. She was never the chicken type. She wasn't scared of anything or anyone... until Damon.
After a quick shower, she dressed into dark skinny jeans and a purple baggy shirt. When she got in the kitchen she saw Alaric at the small table engulfing mouthfuls of scramble eggs. Jenna was on the phone pacing from one side of the counter to another. Thankfully there was no sign of Damon. She almost felt an instant relief. Maybe he was gone, she thought hopefully.
"Crap!" Jenna exclaimed "Crap, crap, crap!" She put the phone back on the counter.
"Jenna, what's wrong?" Elena asked with concern.
"There was a fire earlier this morning. I have to go fill a report!"
"Isn't it a part of your job?" Elena asked pouring coffee in a mug.
"That's not the problem." She sighed. "I was supposed to drive to Richmond this morning to choose a flavor for the wedding cake! Now I can't go!" She whined.
"I can go." Alaric offered.
"Please." She scoffed. "You have no taste what so ever!"
"That's not true!" Alaric grumbled.
"Elena?" Jenna ignored her fiancé. "If I give you the address will you go?"
Elena took another sip of warm coffee.
"Of course, Jenna, I will. But are you sure I should do it? I mean, it's your wedding, after all. You should pick the flavor with Ric."
"Please" Her Aunt begged her. "You and I have the same taste and besides, Ric makes awful choices!"
"Hey!" Alaric said indignantly. "I'm still here!"
"Ric makes awful choices?" A velvety voice cut in.
All heads turned toward Damon who just entered the kitchen.
"So?" He asked again grinning.
He strolled next to Elena to pick coffee for himself and with a calculated move brushed his arms against hers.
"Yes he does!" Jenna whined.
"I wouldn't say that, Jenna. He chose you. I'd say my buddy makes excellent choices." He smirked.
Jenna blushed and giggled while Elena rolled her eyes in annoyance and walked away from him.
"What's the problem?" Damon inquired.
"I was supposed to go to Richmond and choose the flavor for our wedding cake but I can't go anymore. So I asked Elena since Ric has no taste for good food."
"That's not true." Alaric repeated with a combination of a growl and a pout. "I have good food taste." He took another mouthful of scrambled eggs.
"I'm sorry." Jenna said scrunching her nose. "But I don't trust a man who puts ketchup on his eggs to choose my wedding cake!"
"Ketchup's good." Alaric frowned.
"Yeah, that's exactly my point." Jenna smiled. "You have no taste."
Damon chuckled at the banter between the couple when a mischievous plan started to form in his head. Maybe he could find an excuse to go to Richmond with her. She wouldn't be too happy about it in the beginning but he could show her another side of him and play nice... And then...
"Dude!" Alaric said and cut through his diabolic plan. "Help a friend, here?"
It took a second for Damon to come to his senses.
"Sorry, man. I'm team Jenna on that one. When it comes to food you have no taste." Damon smirked to his friend.
"See, Ric?" Jenna started and she walked behind him. "Even your best friend says you have no taste." She leant down from behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders her chin rested on the crook of his neck. "But I love you despite your lack of taste." She quickly pecked his cheek and Alaric grumbled something between his teeth.
Running to her purse, Jenna took the address of the cakes caterer and gave it to Elena.
"Here's the address." She gave a piece of papers to Elena. "The appointment is this afternoon so you'll have enough time to drive over there. I'm sorry it'll take you all day, though." Jenna was apologetic.
"Okay, I got it."
"I didn't have to make an official choice today so just pick your top five and Ric and I will make the final choice."
"No problem, Jenna."
"Do you mind if I join you for the trip?" Damon sought an opportunity.
Elena snapped her head toward him.
"Why?" She asked a little too harshly.
"I have some friends in Richmond I haven't seen in a long time. I'd like to see them. Plus, the drive will be less boring if you have company."
Elena glared at him suspiciously and was about to refuse when Jenna jumped into the conversation.
"That's a brilliant idea!" She chirped. "Oh, and maybe he could help you choosing the cakes!" She was now ecstatic. "That is if you want to, Damon, of course." She blushed.
"What!" Alaric growled. "You don't trust your future husband to choose our cake but you trust a guy you met just yesterday!" He scoffed.
"That would be a pleasure for me to help such a nice lady." Damon smirked to Jenna and completely ignoring his friend.
"Hum..." Elena mumbled. "I don't want to be rude... but I'm on team Ric on this..." She told her Aunt.
"Oh don't be silly, Elena." Jenna gushed. "I'm sure it'll be fun! And it'll give me a second opinion!"
"Whatever." Alaric grumbled.
Damon walked near Elena and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He squeezed her against him and it took all of her power to not slap him in front of everybody. Damon's grin widened when he felt her stiffen against him. His plan was going to work. He just knew it. It had to.
"Don't worry you guys." Damon gave Elena another squeeze. "Elena and I are going to have so much fun together."
Damon was driving Alaric's car in Richmond's direction. From the corner of his eyes he could see Elena on the passenger seat. Her body was as stiff as a rock could be. Her arms were crossed on her chest. One thing was sure; she didn't looked happy to be here.
With his eyes still on the road, Damon reached for the radio button and lowered the sound a little. She gave his movement a slight glance and frowned but somehow she refused to look at him. Damon let out a small chuckle.
"Giving me the silent treatment?" He winked at her.
She huffed and looked through her window. She was angry with him for charming Jenna into going to Richmond with her but if she was being honest, she was mostly angry with herself. She was angry that she had let him kiss her again. Twice. She was angry that she loved it. Damon Salvatore was a hell of a good kisser. One single slight brush of his lips against hers and she was far gone. She hated that. She hated herself for that. It made her feel like a cheater. She never had been the cheater. And now she was scared because she knew that if Damon tried to kiss her again she would...
"At least the radio's working." Damon sighed loudly and dramatically bursting the bubble of her thoughts.
Elena couldn't help her lips from quirking up but she still tried to avoid looking at him. He was too much of a temptation with his dark clothes and leather jacket and boots. His raven hair only made his cerulean blue eyes even more gorgeous and the natural scent emanating from him intoxicated her nostrils. Stop this right now, she chided herself.
"She can smile, ladies and gentlemen."
This time, Elena let out a small laugh.
"Shut up." She said. "I'm supposed to hate you." The tone of her voice was soft and almost mocking.
"It's impossible to hate me." He bragged and wriggled his eyebrows.
"I beg to differ." She gave him a pointed look but there was a little smile on her corner of her lips and Damon chuckled.
They kept driving in silence for a while before Damon suddenly broke it.
"Okay. I'm going to do something I never did before."
Elena snapped her head in his direction. Her heart was racing. She suddenly felt nervous and uncomfortable. Was he going to try something?
"What are you going to do?" Her voice was almost a whisper.
"I'm going to apologize."
Her eyes widened in incredulity and then she frowned.
"For what?"
Damon gave her a quick glance.
"For the way I acted yesterday." He saw her mouth open to say something but he cut her quickly. "I acted like a total caveman and I'm sorry. It wasn't fare to you." He gave her another glance. "I don't regret it, though. You should know that. And I won't apologize for the first time we kissed either, Elena. That kiss was incredible. I never understood why you ran away. But then, that kiss was all I could think about the last two months." He saw her blush from the corner of his eyes. "When I saw you, yesterday, in that room... It was the last thing I expected. I couldn't control myself. I had to kiss you again... So I did. But you pushed me away again. So last night at the party I did it again. I had to do it again. I still want it to happen again."
His words made her shiver. Her cheeks were flaming red. Her blood was boiling, her pulse quickening. Damon just made it clear he wanted her and she was torn between so many feelings that it was painful. His apology was unexpected. She wasn't sure how to react to it. A part of her wanted to forgive him because she was as responsible as him in this. It was the guilt she felt behind all this; especially toward Matt, that hurt her the most. Her boyfriend didn't deserve any of this.
"Like I said," Damon continued his speech. "I'm really sorry of the way I acted with you. And as much as I want to kiss you again, I won't. Not unless you want me to."
Damon hit the brakes slowly near an intersection. He looked at Elena whose eyes were glued in front of her and he sighed. His fingers were drumming on the steering wheel.
"Are you going to say something?"
Elena finally dared to look at him.
"You should turn left." She simply said.
"Huh?" Damon said perplexed. "It is some kind of girl code that you girls only understand? Because your answer doesn't make any sense to me." He tried to joke.
"We're here." She pointed to a little yellow brick building. "You should turn left."
His gaze followed to where she was pointing. One minute later, Damon parked the car in the four place parking lot. It looked more of a house than a commercial building and if it weren't for the wooden board above the door that says 'Flower&Cakes' they wouldn't know it was here.
"Are you sure it's here?" He asked.
"According to the address and name Jenna gave me, it is." She said and opened the car door.
Damon followed her and they walked to the door. The house was a lovely pale yellow bricked building with white flower boxes under each window. The big display window showed many sample of tiny fake cake all of sort. A big flashing 'open' sign was in the middle.
She put her hand on the doorknob ready to enter but he stopped her. She gave him a quizzical look.
"You didn't answer my question yet."
"Yes I did. This is the right place."
"Not that question." He stressed.
Elena sighed. She knew which question he was referring to. He wanted to know what she thought of his apology. He wanted to know if she forgave him; if they were going to be okay.
"Just don't do it anymore." She pleaded with her eyes. "It's not right."
Their eyes were glued to each other. They couldn't look away. Damon lifted a hand and locked a strand of her hair behind her ear. His thumb stroked softly her cheek.
"Damon..." She warned.
"It's right." He said. "Just not right now."
Her eyes darted from his eyes to his lips a few times.
"We should go." And she pushed open the door of 'Flower&Cakes'.
A/N: I finally updated this! It was about time!
There wasn't too much action in this chapter so I hope you still liked it! The next chapter is half done so it won't take a million months before I update! Damon and Elena gets to eat all the cakes and then road trip back home. Unless something 'unexpected' happen! :P
Thanks to whoever read this, review, favorite and/or follow this story. I'm not sure how long this story will be since it was meant to be a o/s at first but I will finish it as soon as I can!
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Eve xo
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