You Gave Shelter To My Homeless Heart

~Chapter 7~

~Dream A Little Dream Of Me~


Damon looked at the time on the clock on the nightstand next to his bed. His eyes fixed on the two annoying dots flashing, teasing him. It was like they were mocking him. You're not going to sleep. You're not going to sleep. You're not going to sleep. Damon wanted to punch the damn thing but he looked up the ceiling instead and let out a sigh of frustration. He wasn't going to sleep.

He closed his eyes and let his mind go back to earlier this evening. The moment her soft lips had touched his he was lost. He hadn't kissed anyone in a long time. The kiss had been slow at first. Her soft lips barely brushing on his. But then, the kiss had heated up a little and became more urgent. He remembered grabbing her small waist and sitting up. He remembered her hand in his hair and the other on his shoulder. He remembered her sexy ass grinding on his thighs. He remembered having to control himself and not just take her on the floor like a caveman. And then he remembered her running away.

Damon turned again in his bed. Of course she ran away. Why in hell would she want him? He tossed and turned and looked at the mocking clock. You're not going to sleep. You're not going to sleep. He grabbed a pillow and pressed it against his face to cover his frustrated growl.


Elena was lying on her bed her ankles crossed. One hand was on her belly and the other one was resting on her pillow beside her head. She twirled a lock of hair with her index. Her eyes were wide open and glued to her ceiling. She couldn't tell if she even blinked once in the past five minutes. All she had in mind was Damon. Damon with his warm and soft but demanding lips. Damon with his hands on her waist. Damon and his beautiful raven hair. Damon and his gorgeous bluest of eyes. Damon, Damon, Damon... She bit her lower lip and finally closed her eyes.

Elena rolled on her side with both her hands fisted on her pillow. She couldn't stop thinking about him since he came into her life. He was different from the men she had known in the past. Not that there was many of them, but he was definitely different. He made her feel safe. Even though he had nothing he made her feel like a queen. Just the way he was looking at her made her shivered.

She sighed deeply and flushed at the memory of their kiss. Why did she left again? Her cheeks flushed some more at the thought of what could have happened if she wouldn't have ran away. Would they have spent the night together? Would she have slept with him? Her heart raced at the idea. She let her imagination float to him again and she tried to picture them together.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Elena?" she muttered in a whisper.


Damon opened his eyes with the urge of drinking orange juice. Why did he want orange juice at- He looked at the clock- At two forty-three in the morning? He rolled himself on his side and sat on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his hand on the nape of his neck before running it in his tousled hair. Damon stood up and scratched his chin where he could feel the stubbles under his fingers.

He walked out of the room as silently as he could. He didn't want to wake her up. He closed the door quietly and made his way down the stairs. The two cats were peacefully sleeping under the Christmas tree and it made him smile.

He kept walking until he reached the dark kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed the bottle of orange juice. Trying to remember where the glasses were, Damon opened a first cupboard but only saw plates and bowls. He opened the next one and finally took a glass from it. He poured some in it and put back the bottle in the fridge.

When Damon turned around he almost dropped his glass. Elena was standing right in front of him. She was standing really close to him. She was wearing white short shorts with a white tank top. Always in white, he thought for himself. Her long hair was up in a high ponytail. He could smell her shampoo from where he was.

She smiled lightly at him and tilted her head on the side. Her eyes sparkled with something close to amusement and something else he couldn't define when she looked at him up and down... slowly. Was she checking him out? He looked down at himself and his eyes widened in horror. Fuck! He was only wearing his boxers!

"You can't sleep either?" her soft voice asked.

"I was thirsty..."

She smiled again and Damon felt like a complete idiot standing there with his orange juice in his fucking boxers. What a way to make a fool of yourself, man. Could this be more embarrassing?

"Well, I was hungry." she chuckled and opened the freezer.

She picked an ice cream tub and two spoons in a drawer.

"Do you want ice cream, Damon?" she asked her voice low. "With me." she added and she brushed the tip of the spoons on her lower lip.

She walked away and went to sit at the table. Damon followed her step and sat next to her. He watched her open the lid of the ice cream tub and he sipped on his cold orange juice. Maybe that would cool him down... Or not, he thought when he watched her lick her finger.

Their eyes met and she gave him her little smile again. He nervously picked his glass and took another gulp. He was just grateful he hadn't choked on it and that the table could hide the bulge in his boxers that made him uncomfortable.

She handed him a spoon and placed the ice cream between them. She scooped a bit of the chocolate dessert and brought the spoon to her mouth. With her doe brown eyes still glued to his blue orbs, she let the spoon slowly sliding out of her pressed lips.

Damon took a sharp intake of breath. What was going on here? What was she doing? Trying to kill him? He took some of the ice cream too and put the spoon in his mouth trying to concentrate on something else than his throbbing erection now very present. He was glad she wasn't talking because he wasn't sure if he could even articulate simple words in this instant.

They kept eating in silence for a while. She brought the spoon to her mouth and a drop of ice cream fell on her chin and melt away to her collarbone. She picked it up with her index and sucked the ice cream from her finger. Damon's eyes darkened and before he could even think or stop himself, he dropped his own spoon and grabbed her wrist.

Elena widened her eyes when he pulled her on his laps and before she could say anything, Damon wrapped his hand behind her neck and pulled her head down until their lips collided. She immediately responded to his kiss. She ran one of her hand in his hair while the other grasped his bicep. She shifted on his laps and felt his rock hard bulge under her.

Damon ran his hand on her thigh up and down and groaned in her mouth. Their tongues were dancing a slow but passionate sensual dance and they could taste the chocolate from one another. Elena moaned when his hand slid under her tank top and stroked the skin of her back. She soon found herself with her hands on his bare chest enjoying his muscular body.

Damon got up so fast with her in his arms that the chair he was sitting on fell on the floor with a loud thud. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and he sat her on the table. He placed himself between her thighs and ran his hands on them. They were still kissing hungrily and he snaked an arm around the small of her back pulling her closer to him.

Elena arched her back and placed her hands on the table when Damon nuzzled her neck. Their lips collided again but he broke the kiss leaving them both panting and wanting for more. Using his finger, Damon scooped some ice cream and slowly rubbed his finger on Elena's lips. Her tongue followed his finger and she licked her lips before engulfing his finger in her mouth.

She sucked softly on his finger never keeping her eyes from his. Her hand ran up and down his naked chest while his free hand glided to her stomach. Slowly he found a way in her short shorts and his finger found the most intimate part of her body. When she moaned, he pulled his finger out of her mouth and scooped more ice cream. Once again he spread the cool delicious product on her lips and she happily licked them along with his finger.

She started to suck harder on his index and Damon growled. He slid a finger inside her feeling her warmth and wetness and he growled louder when he felt her small hand stroking him through his boxers. Her hand tugged on his waistband and he left wet kisses on her neck and shoulder while she was still sucking hard on his finger. Her hand found its way in his boxers and...

... And he woke up. His widened eyes fixed the ceiling. He was panting and trying to concentrate. What the fuck was that? He glanced at the clock; it was almost six am. Now he needed to get up soon if he didn't want to be late for work. Work! Damn it! He inwardly yelled at himself.

He sat quickly in his bed and stiffened a growl reminding him of his painful hard on. Fuck! He would need the bathroom... again.


Most of the lights were finally installed in the tree. She would be able to start putting the ornaments in it. She gleefully watched her cats fighting over one in particular. She just loved this time of year. Even after the accident that killed her father and left her mother in a deep coma, she always loved it.

Still perch on her stepladder she turned around and saw him. Her gorgeous new housemate and her savior. She grinned at him. She couldn't tell why but she was just happy to see him.

"You're just in time, Damon." she told him. "Want to help?"

He shrugged and made a step forward. "Sure." he smiled.

He made another step forward as the cats ran over the stepladder and hit it. It all happened before she could even register what was happening. Her eyes widened in horror when she lost her balance and the last thing she knew was that she was hovering over a gorgeous man who was mumbling about mistletoes.

Mistletoes... I love mistletoes, she thought while her lips dropped onto his. His lips were soft and solid all at once; they were perfect. She bit on his lower lip and tugged on it and he let out a tiny growl making her smile.

When he grabbed her waist and sat up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. His hands quickly wandered on her sides up and down enjoying her soft small body. Damon's lips were now nibbling her ear lobe and she moaned his names.

"Damon..." she breathed. "My Damon..." she sighed.

He rolled them on the floor and her back was now pressed on the floor. He spread her legs with one knee and pushed his body on hers. He slowly kissed her jaw line, her chin and bit on her lip before claiming her mouth again. Her lips parted and he invaded her mouth with his tongue.

Her hands gripped the hem of his T-shirt and she pulled if off over his head. She threw it somewhere and she fisted her hand in his hair to kiss him again. Her hands skimmed on his chest and stomach until they reached for his belt making Damon growl. She unfastened it and she could feel his arousal pressing against her core.

When he bit her on the crook of her neck she arched her back and he groaned aloud.

"Elena... My angel..." he breathed.

"I want you..." Elena was panting.

"I want you too. More than you know..." he said.

"Then, take me." she said unzipping his fly.

Their lips collided almost desperately. His hands gripped on her clothes to take them off of her. He cupped her breasts and left a trail of kisses on her neck to her collarbone. Damon pushed her bra up to free her breasts and she moaned when his lips closed on one hardened nipple.

"Yes... Damon..."

He bit lightly on the sweet pebble and sucked harder on it. Her hand grasped solidly on his shoulder and she pushed him down urging him to keep going lower. He kissed her flat stomach and undid the button and fly of her jeans. He hooked his thumbs in it and tugged her jeans and panties all at once down her leg.

Damon knelt between her legs and grabbed her left ankle to place it on his shoulder. He slowly kissed her ankle and nibbled his way up to where she needed him the most. With a solid grip on her hips, he bit her inner thigh then ran his tongue over the sweet love bite.

"Damon!" she cried out.

Still holding her hips, Damon started to tease her sensitive flesh. He lapped on her wet folds and circled his tongue around her clit. He blew softly on her sex making her whole body shiver violently.

"Damon." She groaned. "Oh God, yes!" he hissed under the intense pleasure.

She wanted him. She wanted more, a lot more. She never wanted something or someone like she did in this moment so she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him up so she could kiss him again. She could taste herself in his mouth and it drove her crazy.

Elena seemed to remember he was still wearing his jeans and she pushed them down. He quickly took them off and placed himself between her thighs. He teased her entrance a few time with the tip of his cock before sliding slowly into her inch by inch. He waited a little to let her adjust to his size and he started to move.

Elena wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands glided on his muscular back to his shoulder blade. He kissed her hard and she fisted one hand in his hair while the other gripped the back of his neck.

Elena moved with him; meeting him thrust for thrust. She could feel something powerful building inside her. Something that was ready to burst. She held onto him strongly with her eye squeezed shut. She was so close she could see stars behind her closed eyes. And she did, exploding around him. It wasn't long before he followed her.

"Damon." she murmured.

"Elena." He mumbled.

They remained immobile, sprawled on the floor just enjoying the feeling of their naked bodies. Elena finally opened her eyes and was met by... the ceiling?

She jolted up in her bed. She desperately looked everywhere trying to catch her ragged breath. She put a hand on her chest to calm her heartbeat. She brushed the hair out of her face and held her head in her head. What was that? Did she really have that dream? That really vivid and sexy dream? She couldn't see herself right now but she knew she was probably flushed by the fire she felt on her cheek. A fire she felt everywhere...

She got on her feet, surprised she could stand on her shaky legs and walked slowly toward the bathroom. She glanced at her alarm clock; it was around six am. A groan escaped her lips and ended in a sigh. She would need to be up soon even if she didn't have to go to work today.

She opened her door and turned on the light. Elena let out a short scream when she came face to face with Damon whom just happened to open his door at the same time as her. He looked as shocked as her. He almost looked panicked. Her heart quickened and she flushed again at the fresh memory of her dream.

She looked down and her eyes widened when she noticed his boxers and his prominent bulge in it. She quickly looked up, looked everywhere but him. Her hand clasped on her eyes and she turned around flushing even more.

And once again she fled like a coward. The last thing she heard was Damon curse.


A/N: Hello Delena lovers! I hope you're all doing fine!

This is really short, I apologize. I wish I could write long chapters all the time for all my stories. I promise to work on that.

This was what I call an 'in between chapter'. I'm well aware that this story could have continued without this one but I wanted to treat you (and myself) with a little sexy action!

On another hand, I think their dreams only prove that they're attracted and affected by each other. Who knows... Maybe it'll be a wakeup call for that will lead them to real stuff!

I hope you like it. Please let me know and leave a review.

Thank you for reading this story. It means the world to me!

Take care,

Love,

Eve xo


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Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries. I'm only borrowing the characters. All rights go to L.J. Smith, Julie Plec and Kevin Williamson.