Hey everyone *waves hello* Im back! Im sorry for the delay but my muse is a fickle one! Forgive this chapters flaws please, I just wanted to get it out ASAP.
He woke up to the feeling of something traveling up and down his chest. Like little ants marching only it was softer than that, not itchy, but fluttering. He squeezed his eyes shut as the exploring of the butterfly continued its journey up his stomach and across his chest, it circled around his nipple and flicked it a little leaving a moist mark that made him shudder, his skin lighting up in goose bumps. That was when he heard it. The sweetest most soothing sound in the universe, her husky early morning giggle.
"Rise and shine sleepy head" she sing songed against the skin of his chest, moving upward to bury her face in the crook of his neck. He groaned a fake annoyance grunt and squeezed her body tight against his.
"You are such a nuisance. Remind me why I let you sleep over." Damon kissed the top of her head right at the hair line breathing in the scent of her fruity shampoo. His eyes still shut.
"Because we don't exactly do a lot of sleeping, and because of that little thing I do when I put my tongue in your…" she didn't even finish her thought and his eyes opened quickly turning over and trapping her under his body. He started caressing the skin of her neck with the tip of his nose, slowly and painfully tracing the skin of her shoulders until he dropped a kiss on one of them. His erection poked her tight and she giggled again.
"See? Good boy, is it so hard to just give me what I want?" she asked while giggling.
"It has to be hard to give you what you want" He made his member twitch and it grazed her center. She moaned at the contact and felt the moisture already pooling between her legs. She opened her thighs wider to accommodate his hips.
As easily as a knife through hot butter he slid inside her. She opened her mouth but not a single sound left it. Instead she settled for tangling her fingers in his soft raven black locks, pulling his head close to her chest, his ear right above her heart. The beating of her heart increased at the same rate as his thrusts gained momentum. He took his sweet time retreating and sheathing himself back in her heat. Every single thrust more powerful and more painfully sensual than the last.
Being so close to her always unsettled him because he felt the intimacy pull on the tight and rusty strings in his heart. She did that with every smile, every kiss, every sigh. It was like tuning the wobbly strings of a guitar. Then she took the instrument in her arms and that tight hollow space between her body and the guitar got filled with the promise of something beyond his wildest dreams.
Damon looked into her eyes as he kept pumping in and out of her. Elena's pupils were completely dilated. Everything around them grew dim and there was no longer an outside world it was just them and their lovemaking. Yes the fucking had turned into love making after a couple of months.
There were no tags or exclusivity but they didn't see other people. No one had the exact dose of what they needed. No one but each other.
"I'm close" He said panting.
"And I'm right behind you" she answered with a moan.
He took his hand and put it between their bodies right in the swollen spot of her sex and flicked his thumb over it. With a couple of strokes she came undone.
"You were saying?" He said while still rhythmically moving in and out of her. Her moisture grew thicker and coated his cock and he kept his motion going. She purposely squeezed her walls around him as tight as she could and milked him dry.
"Can you be more of a schmuck ass?" She asked him though he still hadn't found his words.
"What? No "thank you" for that earth shattering orgasm?" He said while peppering her face with kisses.
"Damon!" she yelled when he cupped her breast in his hand rolling her nipple between his index and thumb.
"Elenaaa" He imitated her faux angry tone.
Their gazed locked and there were no words for a minute, maybe more. It was just them staring into each other's soul.
"You ready for breakfast?" he asked rolling off of her.
"I'm ready for a shower. What is the point of having one before going to bed when you are going to have your way with me in the middle of the night and in the early morning anyway?" She took the sheets of her body and stood up just to fall back to the bed.
"I can't feel my legs again" she groaned.
"You are welcome" he smirked and threw his arm over his eyes. "Now go shower because you stink woman, I need to get some actual sleep." He chuckled when she threw herself back in the mattress and cuddled next to him.
"Damon I need to talk to you about something" She said turning the mood from playful to tense in two seconds.
"Oh Oh, that can't be good can it?" he joked trying to ease up the mood but feeling the tension all the way up and down his spine.
Elena sat up, the white sheets covering her lower body but her breasts were completely exposed. She tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and looked into Damon's eyes.
"You know I've been applying for a few jobs and have been expecting to hear from one of them…" she said but he interrupted her.
"Elena, you don't have to worry about that, you know that eventually one of them will call" He said reassuringly.
"I know, Im not worried about that anymore, One of them called, Damon. I got a job" she said quietly.
"Well, that's awesome Elena, congratulations! When do you start? Wait, let's celebrate!" he waggled his eyebrows and moved in to kiss her but she moved away.
"What is it? Too sore?" his playful attitude quickly shattered by the look on her face.
"The job's in Venice, Damon" She said.
His frown grew deeper and he couldn't find the right words.
"So you're moving to California then" he said in a grim tone.
"Italy. To be precise, Not Venice Beach Damon, Venice Italy" she said while looking for his eyes. He avoided her eyes like they were the plague and finally stood up.
"Well, I forgot I had an appointment. Have to go shower I'm sure you can see your way out" He starting walking towards the bathroom and he didn't notice she had left the bed to follow him.
"Damon, stop!" she ran after him to the bathroom. He didn't listen and started fumbling around to look busy.
"Damon, please stop look at me!" He didn't listen and grabbed a towel from the counter.
"Damon I haven't said yes" She blurted out.
"Really? Why not? It's a job in freaking Italy Elena, What's stopping you?" he asked obviously way past the barrier between just angry and full on pissed off.
"Are you seriously asking me why? Can't you see what could be so important for me to want to stay here?" she asked.
"I honestly can't see a reason for you to stay. Your parents are dead, you have practically no friends, no job. You should go Elena. Seize the Day, Carpe Diem and all that shit" he said stepping into the shower.
She felt as if the spray of the cold water had fallen on her head instead of his. The knife was deep within her heart and he gave it a nice twist. Tears started to fall down her cheeks and when she saw he was not turning around or acknowledging her in any way she turned around and walked back to the bedroom. Looking around for her clothes a little card carefully set in a picture frame caught her eye. It was hers. A card from her previous job. The one she had been lay off from the night she met Damon. Talk about foreshadowing. She put her clothes back on and walked herself out, just like he had asked.
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