Chapter 8 - Day 8

The song I suggest for this chapter is: Ne-Yo - Let Me Love You

When Damon arrived home, he heard crying from upstairs, it was obviously Elena, and he had heard her cry many times before. He rushed into his room to see her sitting with Rebekkah, Klaus' sister. "What are you doing here?" he asked Rebekkah, waltzing into the bedroom. "Oh, it seems your little 'girlfriend' was confused." Damon cocked an eyebrow, what could she possibly mean. "So," Rebekkah continued, "I took the liberty of explaining everything to her; who you are, what you are and what you've done." Elena turned around, still sitting on the bed and stared at Damon. The darkness and rage in her eyes chilled Damon to the bone. Damon gulped hard, could she possibly know everything? "How could you, Damon?" Elena screamed, throwing a pillow at his head, it didn't do anything, but she had to throw something. "You lied!" she belted, "You told me I was yours, you told me we had been together, I trusted you!" Elena tried to barge out of the room, but Damon stopped her with his amazing strength. "Elena," he stammered, "You have to know I only lied because I love you, and you never gave me a chance, this was my new beginning." He couldn't believe how desperate he sounded, but he needed her. "It doesn't matter!" Elena shouted as Rebekkah exited the room, wiggling her fingers to signal her goodbye, "I fell for you, but it wasn't real!" Elena sniffled. Damon looked deep into her eyes, "But it was, Elena, it was real. Everything I felt was real, Stephan left you, he doesn't love you, I stayed, I rescued you, can't you understand that?"

Elena's eyes widened, could she have really been so blind, deep inside this rage she felt a flame, burning brighter for Damon than anyone she had ever loved. And if Stephan was so important to her, why did she forget him? Elena's brain was in overdrive examining everything that Damon had told her; from the moment she "thought" she met him. "Look, Elena," Damon said kindly, putting a hand on her cheek, "This doesn't change how I feel about you, and Stefan is a danger, seriously, when he comes back and finds out that you and I are in a relationship, he'll rip you apart!" "But I thought he loved me?" Elena asked her eyes bright and watery. "He does," Damon replied, "But he will snap, he loves you so much, and hates me even more, which means he won't be able to stand the fact that you're with me... that is... if you want to be with me?" Damon pouted his lips and looked deep into her eyes.

"I mean... I love you, and I've fallen in love with you in just days! But I can't decipher whether or not it was because I thought I did from what you told me, or if I really do. All I'm saying is that we need to take it slower! Geese, what was I thinking?" Elena was getting sweaty, she was pacing around until Damon grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her close, pressing his throbbing erection against her stomach, "Look, I know you said slow," Damon huffed, "But I need you Elena, and you getting worked up is getting me worked up. If we both stay calm, it will work, if you still want to take it slow," again pouting his lips. Elena was still shocked feeling his hard length against her, she ached for him, like she always had, but it was even more intense now that she had forbidden it, she almost wished she hadn't said anything, but she wanted to stay firm on her stance, this was her choice, she would just stay calm.

She kissed him gently on the cheek, it was insane how quickly his eyes could convince her to go back to the way things were. Damon quickly realised that this little stunt Rebekkah pulled might have something to do with Stefan... what if he already knew and was trying to convince Elena to come back, Damon wouldn't let that happen, they only had eight days left, and he wasn't going to waste a single one.

This whole new "going slow thing" would mean that Damon would have to wait a few days before he could impregnate her, this was going to make things more complicated and would mean that they would have to speed it up a little to get her knocked up in time, but that's the problem, they barely had anytime at all. Damon took Sex-Ed when he was in school, but that was so long ago. "How long does it take a girl to get pregnant after sex?" he wondered, "And we're not just dealing with regular babies, are witch babies different?"

Elena was in his room, changing into clothes that had less tears on them. She had closed the door almost completely, but Damon could see through the crack. He licked his lips, he was so hard and needed some relief. He removed his erection from his pants and started to stroke up and down, watching his love with great concentration. She removed her top, running her hands over her breasts, it was almost like she was teasing him, but they were going slow... how did this make sense? She pulled at her nipples, did she always do this when she changed? Then her pants dropped to the floor, she wasn't wearing any panties! Damon grunted, thinking about filling her pussy with his rock hard cock and fucking her until she completely forgot who Stefan was... again. He teased himself, rubbing the tip with his thumb, wishing it was her pretty little mouth that was wrapped around him. She then did the unspeakable; she collapsed on the bed, her breasts perky as always, pointing to the ceiling. She moved one hand down her silky body and started to tease herself, just as he was doing. She started to wiggle, she must have been really aroused, Damon couldn't help but feel proud, all he had to do was enter a room and he made her crazy. She started to whisper to herself, "Damon!" she yelled in a quiet voice that he could here with his vampire ears. He bit his lip, this was almost too much, he wanted to run right in and give her the best orgasm of her life, but he couldn't, he was a gentleman. Damon kept rubbing himself and only after 3 minutes, he came in his hand, running to the washroom to clean it up. When he came back out, Elena was still pleasuring herself, calling his name and rolling around on the bed like crazy. Damon wanted to be a gentleman, yes, but after all, a little embarrassment just might be what little Gilbert needs to relax and feel more comfortable; it was all fun and games to him. He straightened up and pushed the door open pretending to just walk in normally, "Elena, we need to-" She rolled over, she was stunned and covered herself up with the sheets. "Wow," Damon gasped, sarcastically, "You're really good at taking it slow, aren't you?" Her cheeks were burning red, feeling completely and utterly ashamed, but why? Why couldn't she allow herself to enjoy this time she had with him? It's not the sex part that was confusing, sex was never confusing with Damon, so why stop? "Excuse me, Ms. Gilbert?" Damon added, grabbing her attention again. Elena glared at him, looking deep into his blue eyes from across the room, "Just come over here and fuck me already, would you?"