Damon carefully brushed a piece of fallen hair from Elena's face before quickly retreating his arm back; he had almost forgotten about the fight. Elena looked at him quizzically following the quick pulling away of his arm before a look of sadness and realization took over her face.
"Damon," Elena sighed.
"What?" Damon arrogantly smirked at Elena, blatantly faking his confusion.
"We can't do whatever we are doing right now. I am in a confusing time right now with us; I don't want to make it even more confusing.
Damon's smirk faltered for a second at Elena's scolding but stayed consistent after. He nodded in agreement, though his thoughts were running rampant with arrogant comebacks and blasphemy strung together into a mess of ideas. Elena's thoughts filled with a tiny voice trying to convince her that she had made a mistake in chiding Damon so quickly. Elena quickly pushed away her wandering thoughts. Elena turned her head to Damon, whose stare she could feel burning the back of her head. His eyes were trained intently on her facial expressions, which at the time were confused and slightly annoyed. When Elena saw the softness of his face, his brows creaseless, his mouth not turned up with an arrogant smirk. Elena felt a pull towards him, a burning desire to help ease his pain, and comfort him.
"Damon," Elena repeated once again, though this time her voice was soothing like a mother talking to a child.
Damon saw her face change from irate, to comfort, to now a feeling of need and underlying lust. His pupils dilated, as did hers. Their eyes match with dark intensity. He searched her face for a sign of approval and complete sureness. She nodded her head slightly as if her body did it on its own. He moved forward, crashing his lips into hers. Her entire body felt as if it was on fire but in complete serenity at the same time. Damon's hands moved their way up her sides until they reached the sides of her face. Cradling her sweet, pliant skin that made her cheeks, he intensified the kiss. His tongue pushed through her lips. Both of their tongues battling for dominance.
As Damon eventually and inevitably won the fight for control he flipped them so that she was pinned underneath him, her back lying on the couch. He moved his hands down her front, reaching her hardened buds he quickly started to knead and tug on the warm and pliant flesh.
"Arg," Damon muttered under his breath as he ripped the shirt Elena was wearing in half. Her bra soon followed into the growing pile of clothes that littered the floor.
"Please," Elena moaned, enjoying Damon's roughness.
"As you wish,"Damon's hands trailed down to her jeans ripping them off, soon his own matched the ripped state hers are in. He positioned his ready hardness at the opening of her dripping wet heat. Elena moaned and bucked her hips forward in anticipation. His hips soon thrust in with no warning.
"Agg, oh God, Damon!" Elena yelled in ecstasy.
Damon's pelvis met hers, her hips matching his thrusts. Damon panted with each movement, moving at almost vampire speed he felt the familiar winding of orgasm looming over him. His thrusts sped up, desperately trying to make Elena reach her exploding point.
"I'm going to cum Damon!" Elena yelled, feeling the coil of orgasm tightening in her core.
With a few more thrusts Elena exploded over his pumping cock, as he expertly elongated her pleasure, holding off until the last second to give into his realease. His cum filled her spasming hole, pushed deep into her womb. After both of them came, they collapsed onto the bed.
"Thank you, Damon," Elena said.
"For what," Damon questioned.
"For just being you," Elena answered.
"I think we should talk about our relationship, don't you think," Elena pondered out loud.
"Yeah, but not right now, let's be in the moment," With that Damon rolled over on top of Elena and bent down, his kiss efficiently quieting Elena's protests. Her noises of anger soon became moans of pleasure. Their night was just beginning.