Have I told you all lately how wonderful you are? I'm over the moon happy that you're enjoying Damon's human day because this has been such fun to write. Here's hoping that you enjoy the second part of his evening as much as you did the first. As always, I am eagerly awaiting your thoughts and opinions!
***Rated MA for the last of the sexual content for a while***
(I usually try to space the steamy stuff out a little more but I just couldn't help myself)
Chapter 7 – Made for Each Other
"Sorry. You are pretty hot, though. Just ask the waitress" she said and stabbed at the stack of pancakes with her fork.
"Jealous?"
"Only if there's something to be jealous of"
"She's got nothing on you, Elena" he told her.
His voice was low and his eyes were doing that thing that made her heart pound. Just the tenor of his voice was sexy and if she'd been standing, she was pretty sure she would have gone weak in the knees. Every part of her wanted to be his girl and she wanted so badly to call him her boyfriend. But how do you ask a vampire who looks like some kind of dark Adonis, to be your boyfriend? Especially when you're just a normal teenage girl from a boring little town in Virginia.
"Um, I feel kind of weird asking this but are we…a couple?" she said anxiously and then promptly stuffed her mouth with a bite of French toast.
He finished chewing a bite of pizza that had just been dropped off and stared at her for a long moment.
"Do you want to be a couple?"
"Yes" she told him honestly
"Well I sure as hell don't want you seeing anyone else so yeah, I guess we are"
"Just like that?"
"I don't have Facebook so I can't change my relationship status" he told her with a grin.
She giggled.
"Ok then I'm going to start telling people you're my boyfriend"
"And I'll tell Stefan you're my girlfriend since I don't have anyone else to tell"
"If you're going to stick around and be with me, you might want to consider making a friend or two"
"Friends are overrated"
"You wouldn't say that if you had friends" she countered.
"Touché" he said and smiled at her.
Once all the food had finally been delivered and they'd eaten as much as they possibly could, they packed the leftovers into to-go boxes and headed towards the club. It was after midnight when they pulled up in front of a large industrial building with thumping bass pouring out of the doors.
"Do you dance?" he asked her.
"Um, hello? Miss Mystic Falls runner up here" she said and pointed to herself.
"Weird non-touching waltzes don't count"
"Yes, I dance" she assured him with a laugh.
Once they were inside, Damon took her hand and led them onto the dance floor. The music was loud and electronic. The bass was vibrating through her and suddenly she felt unsure of herself. All around them were pretty girls in short skirts and cute dresses while she was still in her jeans and sneakers. She hadn't even put any makeup on. Damon grinned at her and grabbed her arms to put them around his shoulders.
"Relax, you look beautiful" he murmured in her ear.
She didn't exactly feel beautiful but when she met his eyes, everything else seemed to disappear and all Elena could see was him. Strobe lights flashed intermittently over his face, turning his eyes an ethereal electric blue. The mane of dark hair on his head was messy from sweating and it was sticking out in every direction. Somehow it made him even sexier and she couldn't stop her fingers from sliding up the back of his neck to run her fingers through it. His hands slid from her shoulders to her hips and she let him guide her movements. Their bodies swayed and twisted perfectly in time. As they danced, a bizarre thought kept creeping into the back of her mind and it was becoming harder to ignore with every passing moment. We were made for each other. It was silly of course, to imagine that two people could actually have been created for one another but being with him felt so good,so right. Two hours went by and they were still dancing. Her legs ached and the caffeine high was starting to wear off but she didn't care. She was having so much fun and Damon hadn't stopped smiling since they walked in the door. Seeing him smile made every ache and every ounce of exhaustion worth it. A girl walked through the crowd passing out bottles of water every half an hour or so and they both gratefully accepted one every time she came by. It took her bladder shouting at her to pee to make her stop dancing.
"I think I'm gonna collapse if we don't leave soon" he told her when she walked out of the bathroom.
"This is your party. We can go whenever you're ready"
"You look tired" he said with a frown.
"I could go for a cup of coffee"
"Coffee does sound pretty good. Stefan usually keeps some around the house. Let's go back to my place. Once we're awake, I want to get drunk. Like stinking fucking drunk"
"Can't you get drunk as a vampire?" she asked
"Yeah but it takes a lot of booze and usually I drink because it curbs the cravings for blood. I want to drink just to get wasted"
"Okay, let's go"
"I feel like I probably shouldn't get used to you being this agreeable" he told her
"Definitely not" she said with a sly smile.
This was, without a doubt, the best night of his life. He couldn't remember ever having this much fun. His stomach was full to bursting, his muscles throbbed painfully from dancing and running, and he was so thirsty he'd downed three bottles of water, and yet he couldn't seem to wipe the smile of his face. To top off his perfect night, Elena told him she wanted to be with him, really be with him. Part of him was aching to tell her what had triggered the spell but he wasn't sure how she'd take it so he'd decided to wait until it had worn off. As they pulled into the driveway, Damon noticed lights on inside the house and he cursed under his breath.
"What's the matter?" she asked
"Someone's home and awake"
"Why is that a problem?"
"Because it's either Zach or Stefan or both and I'm not really in the mood for either one. The only familiar face I want to see until eight pm tomorrow is yours"
"Well then you run upstairs and I'll distract whoever it is"
"If it's Stefan, don't tell him about me being human. Actually don't tell Zach either"
"Why not?"
"If he knows he'll be jealous and I probably won't be able to stop myself from rubbing his nose in it. And Zach would probably take it as an opportunity to kill me"
"I don't know about Zach but I think Stefan would try to be happy for you. I won't say anything if you don't want me to, though"
"I think you underestimate the power of sibling rivalry" he told her as they approached the front door.
She rolled her eyes.
"Ok you go upstairs, I'll go make coffee and put the leftovers away"
"What are you going to tell Stefan?"
"That you spilled something on your shirt and you went to change. Where's your liquor? I'll grab us a couple of bottles"
"A better question would be where in the house is there not liquor? Pick a cabinet. You'll find a bottle of something"
"Alright then, are you ready?"
"Yep"
He shoved the door open and booked it for the stairs. Once he was safely in his room it occurred to him that he wouldn't be able to hear the conversation going on downstairs. It was the first time this evening that he'd wished for one of his vampire powers. Doing his best to ignore it, he yanked his shirt off for a fresh one and splashed his face with water while he waited for Elena. There was a soft knock on the door that he'd assumed would be her but when he opened it, he came face to face with his 'uncle' Zach.
"Oh, it's you" he said unhappily.
"I need to speak with you"
"Can it wait? I have company"
"That's why I need to talk to you. A man turned up dead in the woods earlier this evening. He had bite marks on his neck"
"Wasn't me, sorry"
"The girl you have downstairs, she's…"
"Elena Gilbert; daughter of Miranda and Grayson who ran the Town Council until their untimely death almost four months ago" Damon finished for him.
"I'm warning you, if she disappears or is found dead…"
"You'll what? Expose me? Kill me? I'll kill you long before you ever get the chance to do either"
"I'm on vervain" the smaller man said, his voice shaking slightly.
"I don't have to bite you to kill you, Zach" he sneered.
Zach's face had gone red with anger and fear. Damon sighed. He didn't want the idiot to run off and tell Stefan he thought Elena was in danger.
"I'm not going to hurt Elena and I haven't killed anyone in weeks. Now get out before she comes back"
The other man opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it and slunk away down the hall. Moments after Zach had gone back to whatever hole he'd crawled out of, Elena appeared at the door with two travel mugs and a full bottle of whiskey tucked under her arm.
"I think we're ready and I didn't even see Stefan" she said.
"Good. Let's get the fuck out of here"
"Are you ok?" she asked, her brows furrowed.
"Yeah I'm fine. Zach knocked on my door and I thought it was you"
"Oh. Sorry you had to see him"
"Not your fault"
They crept quietly out of the house and back into the car.
"Where are we going?" she asked once they were on the road.
"I'm not sure. I'm kind of just driving until I feel like stopping"
"Ok" she said and took a sip of coffee.
"Waking up?" he asked.
"Yeah but I think it's mostly adrenaline"
"Junk food, coffee, adrenaline, and whiskey. We're going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow"
"It'll be worth it" she said with a smile.
He gulped down the rest of his coffee and pulled off onto the side of the road. It was a country road in the middle of nowhere. There were woods on both sides of them and not a house in sight. If he'd been in this spot six months ago, he would have been patiently lying in the middle of the street waiting for some hapless victim to come along. Tonight, a human heart was beating in his chest and he had absolutely no desire to kill anyone. Well, maybe Zach but that urge had already passed. He was having too much fun to dwell on his moron of a relative.
"Where are we?" Elena asked
"I have no idea" he told her and got out of the car with the bottle of whiskey.
Leaving the headlights on, he sat on the hood of his car and she came to sit next to him a moment later. She'd picked out a good bottle and he uncorked it to take a swallow. He coughed a little, surprised at how much stronger it tasted when he wasn't using it to curb the blood cravings. It actually burned going down. Elena reached over and took it from him.
"Oh my god that's like liquid fire" she said and made a face after taking a long sip.
"Not gonna chicken out on me are you?" he said and took it back from her for another shot.
The alcohol was already hitting his system, his head was started to get fuzzy and he could feel it warming his blood.
"No way" she snatched the bottle from his hands and took a long swig.
The shot was way too much and the look on her face was priceless, with her nose scrunched up and eyes squeezed shut as she choked down the booze. She shook her head and shuddered as she pressed the back of her hand to her mouth. The chuckle bubbled up before he could stop it and Elena glared at him.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"Only a little" he said and tried unsuccessfully to wipe the smirk off his face.
"Ok Mr. Alcoholic Vampire, let's see you take a drink that big"
"Mr. Alcoholic Vampire?" he asked with a snicker.
"It's the best I could come up with at three in the morning after I just took a huge shot of whiskey, ok?" she said cynically.
"Fair enough. Gimmie" he grabbed for the bottle and she handed it to him.
He took a deep breath and chugged down at least three shots of whiskey in a single gulp. He managed to keep his cool for a few seconds but it was too much and he started to cough.
"Sonofabitch that's strong" he said through watery eyes.
Elena had her hand clamped over her mouth but he could see the laughter in her eyes.
"Think that's funny, huh?"
Her shoulders shook from the effort to suppress the laughter but it proved too hard and it burst out of her a moment later.
"I'm sorry…it's just your face…you looked so…" more giggles.
"I think you're a little drunk" he said.
She took a smaller drink from the bottle and winced.
"I think you're right" she said.
Damon watched her face, letting himself be mesmerized by Elena's smile and the way her eyes lit up when she laughed. He grabbed the bottle just as it was about to slip from her fingers and took down another shot before setting the nearly empty container on the ground. On impulse he grabbed her hand and pulled her around to face him. He'd caught her off guard and she stumbled into him. He didn't waste any time before covering her mouth with his. She tasted like whiskey and over sweetened coffee as she kissed him back. The alcohol was moving through his system like a fog creeping over his mind until the only thing in his line of vision was her. Elena was pressed up against him, her arms twined around his neck and her mouth moving lazily over his. His hands were moving idly, taking the time to memorize every dip and curve of her body.
They stood there making out for what seemed like hours until somehow her legs ended up around his waist and he was carrying her back to the car. They tumbled into the front seat with him sitting on passenger side and her on top of him while they deftly removed each other's clothing. Their hands and mouths touched, licked, and kissed every bit of skin they came in contact with. It took all of three minutes for him to be rock hard and desperate to be inside her. Apparently she was on that same page because the moment he was free from the confines of his jeans, she reached between them and joined their bodies. She groaned and held perfectly still before lifting her hips and sliding back down, impaling herself on his length again and again at an agonizing pace. Damon was on the verge of grabbing her and taking over when she started to move faster. Elena dropped her head to his shoulder and whimpered as her movements became frenzied. When he trailed his hand down her stomach to play with the sensitive spot at her center, she started murmuring his name like a prayer as she pulsed around him and came hard. Watching her come undone was hypnotically beautiful and he was only seconds behind her. His hands clutched her hips and pushed her down while he thrust upwards. She cried out again and crumpled on top of him as his release rumbled through him.
They stayed there for a while, just holding onto each other, trying to catch their breath. When he opened his eyes, the readout on his dash clock said 4:00 AM.
"'Lena?" he mumbled
"Hmmm?" she said against his neck.
"Are you awake?"
"Does barely conscious count as awake?"
He chuckled and reached down to lean the seat all the way back.
"I think we need a nap" he said and yawned.
"Right here?"
"Sure, why not?" he asked and grabbed his leather coat to put over them.
She adjusted so that she could stretch out and curl up beside him. Her hand groped around on the seat before she came up with her phone.
"I'm setting the alarm for two hours. We'll wake up at six and get more coffee" she said and set the phone down next to them.
"Perfect" he said and turned the head lights off before closing his eyes.
Two hours later the obnoxious beeping woke him from possibly the deepest sleep he'd ever had.
"Mmm, five more minutes" she grumbled and snuggled deeper into his shoulder.
"It's starting to get light out. We should probably put our clothes back on" he said and punched the 'dismiss' option on the device.
Elena hadn't moved or opened her eyes.
"Come on sleepy head, time to wake up" he murmured and tickled her neck with the tip of his finger.
She made an annoyed sound and slapped at his hand but missed and hit her own face instead. He let out a bark of laughter as her eyes popped open in surprise.
"You did that on purpose" she scowled at him.
"Worked didn't it?" he said and maneuvered himself out from under her.
She said something under her breath and started to hunt for her clothes. He'd pulled his pants and shirt on so he started the car.
"Wait! I can't find my shirt or my underwear" she said sticking her hand between the seats.
A very big part of him wanted to see what she'd do if he drove off while she was mostly naked but decided they were both too tired for games.
"Your shirt is in the back seat"
She peeked over her shoulder and retrieved the plum colored sweater.
"Ok now what about my underwear?" she asked as she pulled it over her head.
The lacy dark blue panties were in his jacket pocket and she wasn't getting them back. Not anytime soon at least.
"I dunno. Guess you'll have to go without them"
She narrowed her eyes at him but yanked the jeans on over her bare ass.
"I know you have them. Those are my favorite pair and I'm taking them back"
Damon said nothing. He just smiled and started down the road back toward the boarding house.
"Can I shower at your house? I feel like I stink" she said sniffing at her shirt.
"Yeah, of course you can. We could probably both use one"
By the time they got back to the boarding house and showered it was 8:30 in the morning. They made a full pot of coffee and drank it while munching on their left-overs from the night before.
"I don't know if I've ever been awake for a full twenty-four hours" she commented absently, still sounding slightly groggy.
"Only twelve more hours to go" he said sadly.
"I'm not complaining. That was the best night of my life and this is going to be the best day ever" she promised.
"How are we going to top last night?" he asked seriously and took another gulp of black coffee.
Stefan and Zach were still upstairs and Damon was hoping to get out of the house before they came down. Stupid human ears…he thought.
"Um…what about a theme park?" she suggested.
"Like roller coasters?"
"Yeah" she said with some excitement in her voice.
He'd only ridden roller coasters a few times because immortality seemed to take all the fun out of it. There was no risk so there was no thrill. Today, that was not the case.
"That's brilliant" he told her with a wide smile.
"I'm ready when you are"
Damon grabbed the two travel mugs and filled them with coffee.
"Let's go" he said.
"Can the fries come?" she asked and held up the half full to-go box of French fries
"In my car?" he whined.
Elena pouted at him and he shook his head in defeat.
"No ketchup!" he said sternly.
She jumped happily to her feet and followed after him. They were almost to the car when she halted.
"Crap, my phone is on the table. I'll be right back" she told him and bounded back inside.
"You and the damn phone…" he muttered.
She was almost to the front door when she heard the stair behind her creak. Damnit!
"Elena?"
It was Stefan. She put a smile on her face and whirled around to greet him.
"Hey, Stefan"
"Did you stay here last night?"
"Um…no" she said awkwardly
"Have you slept? Not to be rude but you look kind of tired"
"Ahhh…it's a long story"
A car horn came from outside.
"Damon's waiting. I have to go but we'll talk later, ok?"
"You'd tell me if there was something wrong, wouldn't you?" he said with concern.
"Yes, absolutely. Everything is fine, I swear"
"Ok…" Stefan sounded unconvinced.
"We'll be back around eight tonight so I'll talk to you then, ok?"
That seemed to put his mind at ease and he nodded. Elena raced out the door before he could say anything else.
"What took you so long?" Damon demanded as he sped out of the driveway
"Stefan caught me"
"Yikes. What'd he say?"
"He just wanted to make sure I was ok"
Damon looked at her for a long moment with a furrowed brow. He went silent for a while and stared at the road ahead of them.
"I feel like I need to tell you something. I haven't told you because I felt like it wasn't my place. Who knows? Maybe he didn't tell you for a reason. I'm guessing it was because he didn't want to tell you he's a vampire and since that cat's out of the bag, I think I should just tell you"
