CORRUPT YOU.
Damon's kisses were passionate and Elena tried to move away, to make him understand without using any words, that he should stop, but he held her firmly. Her eyes closed, Elena sank into the pleasure that he was offering her and decided to remain conscious of the situation so that he would not go too far, but before she had the chance to enjoy this wonderful moment, Damon stopped. His eyes met hers and she could see that they were dark. A dark, deep ocean blue, which was produced by the lack of light around them. Intimidated by his overly serious look, Elena tried to look away, as if pretending that nothing happened and trying to appear interested in his apartment, and looked around, exploring with her eyes, but she felt Damon's stare wherever she rested her eyes.
"Elena," Damon said in a hushed tone, "I think you should go," Elena looked at him, her eyes demanding an answer for why he was trying to expel her from his heart. He had said nothing to her about him and now was asking her to leave instead of spend more time with him. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that she had misunderstood his intentions in the worst way possible. For her it was love, she was absolutely sure of that, but for him, could it be just a fling? Elena's thoughts wondered off to an even darker place where she reached the question – had he done this before? Been with a student, that is. Damon brought Elena back to the present by tracing a finger down her arm, feeling her soft skin and making her hair stand on end, "I think it's best, otherwise, I don't know if I can keep my hands off you any longer," he murmured and with this Elena stood up.
Damon brought her coat and held it so that she could put it on, but as sensual as the taking of it off had been, putting it on was just as wonderfully surprising. When Elena had just put her coat on, Damon took her in his arms, standing behind her. Their hands intertwined and Elena turned her head to look at him, when he gave her a kiss. The wooden floor creaked under them and this made them open their eyes and Elena slowly left Damon's grasp, blowing him a kiss and left.
Damon stood there quietly and looked at the white oak door. Then he turned on his heel and went over to the record player. He put on the first album he could find and lay down on his sofa enjoying the splendid tune of 'I Can't Give You Anything but Love, Baby'. The ceiling of his apartment was a warm cream colour and his mind made him associate this with Elena's soft skin, but hers was an even more beautiful olive colour. His lips formed a smile, as they felt the kiss that had occurred just a moment ago. He had felt Elena's attempt to pull away and also her inability to do so and this made every nerve ending in Damon's body tremble with pleasure. The choice to ask her to leave, seemed to be the hardest one he had ever made, but he knew it was the right thing to do, because he never wanted to harm Elena's innocence and force her to do anything she wasn't ready to do. Damon's heart began to pound loudly as he pictured her in her black dress, remembered her young skin and her sensuous lips. With these thoughts he lulled himself to sleep, awaiting another day when they could be together.
Elena bit her lip and frowned slightly. Still dressed in her pajamas, she was sitting on her bed. She had spent the whole day day-dreaming and drinking tea, as well as enjoying unadvised amounts of chocolate. Still reeling from her evening with Damon, the thought of actually doing something productive made her stomach spin. With a mind full of questions but no answers, she turned to Fitzgerald, because she felt like he could understand her and perhaps respond to her many, many questions.
After spending two hours in Dick Divers world, Elena was finally ready to deal with hers, so she bathed and had a proper meal, leaving her wonderfully satisfied and fresh. Knowing that there must be something she could do to make this day even slightly better, she took her phone and called Caroline. Their conversation was quick and smooth and at the end of it, the girls arranged to meet at the so called coffee inn.
The evening was very brisk and Elena wished she had dressed more warmly. Walking through the empty, damp streets of her neighborhood she wished Damon lived nearby, so that they could at times meet accidentally and also purposely. Approaching the town center, Elena could hear the mutter of voices from afar and upon entering the café, could not believe the amount of people that she saw. Suddenly, pushing through the bodies, Caroline appeared and strode towards Elena with a big smile.
They embraced each other and neither of them felt like they had been apart all this time. Sitting down with two almond coffees' Caroline began her monologue about her very exciting summer and all of the unbelievable things she'd seen and done. It all sounded lovely and Elena felt truly happy for Caroline. Then finally her friend came to a more serious topic of her and Tyler's complicated relationship. Elena listened to her desperate questions but could not identify with any of them, and even unwillingly thought to herself that Caroline should not be the one complaining, with everything that had been going on between her and Damon. Their evening ended with Caroline giving her a rushed hug and a quick goodbye because she had to go and spend some time with Matt, who was her very good friend, and had been Elena's as well, but they at one point had had a disagreement about their relationship and they had not been able to find a compromise.
Left alone in the crowd Elena watched as they all talked and laughed and not being able to stand the loneliness any longer, she left. Walking home in the darkness with nothing but her footsteps and her quick breathing to keep her company, Elena felt strangely relaxed. There was something beautiful about being somewhere quiet in the world we live in now. Wet droplets of rain fell upon her head from the tree branches above her and she felt the autumn season overtake the colourful, bright memories of the summer.
"You must understand, Mr. Lockwood, that no story is as primitive as that. We must open our minds to look beyond the black and white that have been offered to us on paper. That is why we read – to broaden our imagination, to create in our minds," Damon looked down and smiled. He was beginning to sound too philosophical and seeing the confused faces stare back at him, he decided to leave his thoughts to himself. Glancing at Elena he noticed her beautiful brown, wide eyes stare at him in admiration and he could not bear the thought that he would have to wait, to be able to kiss her. The lesson seemed longer than usual, because the anticipation of their ability to be close to each other overtook them both. It was hard to even look, because a look could last forever and if they would speak, they could go on forever. The classroom separated them. It was cruel and harsh and it made them doubt everything that they had for the 40 minutes that they spent there each day.
"Elena, could I talk to you?" Damon said in a loud voice as the students began to exit the classroom. Left alone in the large room, the couple felt like they could breathe again. Elena approached his desk and placed her hand upon it and Damon placed his upon hers in a mere second. They stood close to each other, staring into each other's eyes, breathing deeply.
"I must see you again, outside of these walls,"
"When?" Elena shivered with anticipation and anxiousness, "And where?"
"I'll keep it a surprise, but I will have to drive you. I'll pick you up at eight?"
"Mhm," Elena mumbled and with a shy smile left the classroom.
Walking home from school had never been so pleasant. Elena could not think of anything other than what Damon had planned. Her head was full of ideas, but she told herself to not expect too much, otherwise she will feel disappointed without any reason to be. When she arrived home, she took a bath and for an hour her mind concentrated purely on the warm and perfumed water. The rosy-honey smell of the bath salts was perfect for resting and Elena felt her troubles disappear as she closed her eyes and just enjoyed being taken to another world. After her bath, with nothing better to do but wait, she turned to the newspaper her mother had brought to her room. Elena never read newspapers, so she was surprised to see it in her room. Flipping through it she saw nothing of great importance, because after all it was the Mystic Falls newsletter, but then she stopped to halt. There was a full page spread on new artists that were presenting some of their work at the gallery in town and one of the artists mentioned was Jeremy, her brother. There was a lovely picture and a short paragraph about the themes he likes to focus on and his inspiration. Elena rushed to his room and congratulated him as well as gave him a tight hug. Jeremy had kept it a secret to avoid the embarrassment of their parents going but as soon as they found out, they did not listen to his excuses anymore and were determined to go. As a sisterly obligation Elena felt it was necessary for her to go as well.
At precisely eight, Elena tiptoed downstairs and out the door and getting into Damon's car already received a compliment on her gorgeous looks. Elena wore a bordeaux coloured dress and her hair was beautifully curled. They drove for about an hour, sharing thoughts the whole way. They covered subjects such as art, particularly European because Damon was fascinated by it when he was there and also food, because both of them enjoyed a good meal.
It was already dark when they finally stopped, however the town, where they had arrived was illuminated with antique streetlights and light from the houses. Damon took her hand gently and led her to the door of a restaurant and holding it open waited for her to go in. It was absolutely stunning – candles were lit everywhere, the tables were covered with expensive white cloths and each table held a vintage wine bottle as well as a small flower bouquet. The waiters were elegantly dressed and the atmosphere was very cozy. They sat down at a table and they were immediately welcomed by attentive waiters who handed them the menu. Damon and Elena enjoyed their meal, which was a three course meal accompanied by both wine and later a fresh and reviving espresso that took Elena back to her time in Italy all over again. During the dinner many flirty glances were exchanged and Damon kept his eyes on Elena at all times.
His hand reached for hers across the table and she gave it to him. With a smile Damon began;
"I hope you liked this," Elena rolled her eyes in disbelief.
"How could I not? This was perfect," Everything was perfect; starting from the restaurant they were sitting in to the man she was here with. This evening had been a reminder of how much they truly meant to each other.
Note/ I am very sorry for the late upload! I was very busy here in Latvia, but now returning to my writing I remembered how lovely it is to write about these two! I hope you like this and stay tuned!