A/N: So glad you guys liked last chapter. Reviews have been too kind. Little nervous about this one, though. Sweaty palms. Wish me luck ;)
They had been driving for hours.
Elena awoke, not remembering exactly when she had fallen asleep. She was curled up in her seat sideways, her knees tucked up to her chest with her back pressed to the door. She straightened with a small groan, her entire body feeling stiff. "Where are we?" she asked in a hoarse voice, glancing outside to see the same scenery she thought they were leaving behind, trees and snow.
Damon glanced at her briefly. "West Virginia, I think."
"Oh," she said, stretching out her cramped muscles. She glanced over at his quiet figure, noting his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. "Do you want to stop for a break?" she asked hesitantly. "We've been driving for quite a while."
"No, Elena. I want to get to Mystic Falls and deal with whatever the hell is going on with us."
She shifted in her seat slightly. "Well, I wouldn't mind stopping."
He looked over at her with an incredulous expression. "I stopped two hours ago to get gas. It's not my fault you were passed out."
"I'll ignore that comment," she snapped, crossing her arms and glaring at him. "I haven't really had anything to each in almost two days. The three bites of soup I had yesterday don't count. We can spare half an hour to get food."
He shot her a glance, looking her up and down before he finally shrugged. "If it'll shut you up, fine."
Elena shook her head and slumped back in the seat, watching the sun start to sink below the rolling hills as Damon took the next exit, getting off onto a narrow road and following the signs for food. He pulled into a small diner looking restaurant with only one other car in the parking lot.
She quickly got out of the car, making a contented sound as she stretched to her full height, arms above her head. She looked up to find Damon watching her from the back of the car and flushed slightly, straightening her jacket before walking by him into the small, quaint establishment and sliding into a booth, shucking off her jacket. He followed a moment latter, the bell on the door ringing cheerfully. When he sat down across from her and just continued to stare, those entirely too blue eyes boring into her, she quickly grabbed a menu and buried her nose in it, her sweater starting to feel a bit stifling in the warm air.
"What can I get for ya?" a pleasant voice asked from beside her. She dropped the menu and looked up at the girl standing beside the table, her gaze surprisingly not on Damon, but on the pad and pencil held in her hands. Elena guessed she couldn't be much older than sixteen and from the looks of it, a little shy.
"Hi," Elena said, forcing as much cheer into her voice as she could muster. "I'll have a coffee," she started, glancing back down at her menu, "an order of the French toast, and two eggs, over easy with rye toast, please… oh, and some of the corn beef hash, that sounds good. Thanks." She looked up and her smile slipped slightly when she saw both of them staring at her. "…Is that all right?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, that's fine," the girl said, smiling back before turning to look at Damon. "And you?"
He turned from Elena and leaned forward slightly, meeting her gaze. Her whole body seemed to relax slightly and she lowered the scratch pad to the table. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Jeanie," she said in a small voice.
"All right, Jeanie, this is what you're going to do—"
"Damon, what are you doing?" Elena asked anxiously, rapidly looking between the two.
"I want you to tell me if you have any booze in the back. Anything the cook's hiding in his car, anything; I'm not exactly picky right now."
Jeanie shook her head slowly. "No. We don't serve alcohol here and Frank's been stone sober for over a year now."
Damon slumped back in his seat. "Of course he is. Go get her food and bring me a coffee, on the house, and send Frank home when he's done making the food. You're closing early tonight."
She blinked. "I'll just go get your food," she said and flitted away.
"Did you just compel her? For alcohol of all things?" Elena asked angrily.
Damon shrugged. "It's been entirely too long since I've had a drink," he said, his tone giving the statement and entirely different meaning.
Elena paled, glancing back over at the door leading to the kitchen. "No way. She's just a kid! You can't be serious!"
"Oh, relax, Elena. Enjoy your food and we'll get out of this dive."
She sat back warily, still on edge, her appetite basically gone. Their coffee and her food came out a little while later, and as she picked at the eggs, the cook, Frank, strolled out, toting his bag. "You folks have a good night," he said with a nod. "Hey, Jeanie!" he yelled as he started out the door and she stuck her head out from the kitchen. "If Jack doesn't show up again, you give me a call and I'll come back and give you a ride." She waved him a thank you and disappeared into the kitchen again. A moment later they heard his car start up outside and the lights quickly pulled away.
Elena dropped her fork, pushing the plate away, and fiddled with her coffee cup. Damon suddenly stood and she jumped, startled, before scrambling out of the booth herself. "Where are you going?"
"To the bathroom," he replied evenly.
"You think I believe you?"
His eyes narrowed slightly and he stepped closer to her, his jacket brushing her stomach. "Weren't you the one preaching trust just a little while ago?"
Elena let out a small breath at the reminder of the scene in the woods. "I said we need to trust each other, not necessarily that I do."
His brows rose in an expectant expression. "One of us needs to take the first step here."
Elena searched his gaze, wanting to believe him, but she couldn't, not when someone else's life was on the line. "I know you're not going to the bathroom."
His expression darkened instantly, and he advanced on her, backing her into the side of the booth. "And what if I'm not? There's nothing you can do to stop me from doing whatever I want to little Jeanie back there."
"Damon—"
"Hey, you two all right? You need anything?" Jeanie's voice interrupted. They both looked over to see her standing hesitantly a few booths down, her expression confused.
Damon smirked and took a step back from Elena, his gaze fixed on the girl. Elena panicked, reaching out and grabbing his jacket, pulling him closer. "You can take it from me, just—just leave her along," she nearly pleaded, refusing to let him go.
Damon looked back at her, his eyes turning heated. He held her gaze for a long moment, long enough for her to instantly regret what she offered before he turned back to the waitress. "Go home, Jeanie, you're walking tonight. And close up on your way out."
"Good night," she said airily as she walked by them, killing the overhead lights and shutting the door tightly behind her as she left.
The only light remaining was the small, warm glow emanating from the small lamps on each of the tables, but it was enough for Elena to make out the smug smirk plastered on Damon's face. Anger flared inside of her as understanding hit her like a bag of rocks. "You totally planned this, didn't you!" she yelled, slamming both hands into his chest, trying to push him back. He grabbed her wrists, holding them in place and twisted them around. The air left her lungs with a whoosh when her back slammed down onto the nearby table, the lamp, salt and pepper shakers, and sugar container scattering, crashing to the floor.
"It's not my fault you can be so predictable, Elena," he said, settling on top of her, her hands still trapped to his chest. "And I believe we have a deal in place."
She swallowed at the reminder. "And this is the place you choose to make good on it?"
He shrugged slightly. "Who knows what we're going to find when we get to Mystic Falls. Why? Would you prefer some place else?"
Her vision suddenly swam. She closed her eyes, trying to get her bearings, and she suddenly found herself back in the bathtub at the farmhouse, the steaming hot water caressing her naked skin.
She shot straight up in the water, her vision swimming again momentarily to the point where she almost thought she saw the glow from the diner table lamps before it solidified again and she was surrounded by the white bathroom. An arm slipped around her, grazing the underside of her breasts, and pulled her back into a warm, solid, hard body.
"Damon?" she asked breathily as his lips grazed over her skin, sending tingles through her entire body as he started kissing a heated trail up from her shoulder.
"Shh," he whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver against him as he ran a hand slowly up her side, a finger lightly sliding along the sensitive skin of her trembling breast. "Just enjoy yourself," he breathed, his teeth grazing her earlobe. She gasped as he took all of her in his hand, cupping her aching breast as his thumb stroked her hard, tingling nipple. His other hand slid across her stomach before dipping down, teasingly moving to the inside of her thigh, pulling her legs farther apart, sloshing water around the tub.
She reached back, her hand tangling in his wet hair and pulling him closer as she rubbed her ass up his hard length. He groaned into the crook of her neck, pulling her even closer, her head falling back onto his shoulder just as his fingers found her center, stilling as they settled on what she wanted them to touch most.
Her hips bucked slightly and he chuckled softly in her ear. "Damon!" she groaned, barely capable of thinking of more than the one thing she needed at that moment.
"Remember this, Elena," he whispered. She nodded mutely, almost about to beg when he started to move, mercilessly teasing her clit.
"Oh, god…Damon!" she gasped, his finger slipping into her, followed by another. He slowly started thrusting in and out, his thumb playing her aching bud, hitting all the right places. He started moving faster until her breath was turning into pants and small noises started to escape her as she flew closer and closer to the edge.
She felt his hot breath on her neck and the smile on his lips moments before his fangs sank into her. She couldn't stop the scream as she lost control of her body, unbelievable pleasure shooting through her as she clenched down on his long, driving fingers, her hand turning to a fist in his hair as wave after wave of mind numbing pleasure consumed her.
She let out a shuddering sigh and felt him pull away from her throat, his forehead falling against her. "Fuck, Elena," he said somewhat breathlessly. "Just wait till we get to do this for real."
"What?" she asked lazily, turning to look at him, savoring the feel on his wet skin on hers.
"Nothing," he said, his hand tangling in her hair and pulling her to him, his lips searing her as his tongue and hers caressed and tangled together. She met him head on, wanting nothing more than to breath him in, feeling the crazy wave of desire flash through her all over again.
She shifted in the water, moving to straddle him as his hands gripped her ass, pulling her against him. Her hand started to trail down his glistening torso when her vision flickered and reality hit her hard. She fell back, blinking and suddenly she sat bolt upright, almost hitting her head on the ceiling of the car she was now sitting in.
"Ahhh, we were getting to the best part," Damon pouted from the driver's seat.
She ran a hand through her hair, looking around in confusion at the lights whizzing by the moving car. "What the hell? How did we—" She started freaking out a little as images started to replay in her mind, almost able to feel his touch on her again and she became aware of just how turned on and wet she actually was.
"Relax. It was all in your mind, unfortunately," Damon said in a low voice, his gaze flicking over her with a hungry glint in his eye.
"Did you—" She reached up, running her hand over her neck to feel the two tiny puncture marks, before she turned, glaring at him.
He shrugged. "You did offer, and from the sounds you were making it wasn't like you didn't enjoy it."
"Damn it, Damon! I didn't know what the hell I was doing!" she yelled, her cheeks flushed.
He chuckled. "Doesn't mean it's not going to keep you up at night."
"God, you're impossible. Stay the hell out of my head."
"If you say so." He sighed. "I knew that tub wouldn't go to waste."
"Ugh," she muttered. "What is wrong with you? Stop talking about it."
"Oh, sure. I'll let you think about it some more. And if you want to pick up where we left off, I'm more than happy to—"
She threw her jacket at him and slumped back in the seat, her legs clenched together and arms tight across her chest as she glanced at the clock before staring out the window.
Three more hours to Mystic Falls. It was going to be a long trip.
So this was my first time really writing smut and I'm not gonna lie, it was rough, lol. I'm trying to ease myself into it, haha.
Hope you all enjoyed it. Love to hear what you think!
