Little Did He Know

Chapter 9 – You Just Need To Hear It

Warning to all of those under 15 – THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SEX SCENE

If you do not like sex scenes or are under age DO NOT READ

Damon had left Rick in the Grill with what he was almost certain was another werewolf. He had no proof of course but it was better to be safe than sorry. He was sure that if she was going to be in town on the night of the full moon she would revisit the Grill. She was basically harmless in her human form and so Damon thought it was safe to leave her there with Rick to watch her, besides he had his damned ring to protect him. Damon had been restless all night, as he wanted to see Elena again. Even though he knew there was no way she would be doing her martyr act that night as she couldn't even leave her house, he was still afraid that something might happen to her. Then again, he was always afraid of that.

He stood outside her bedroom window, watching her shadows move around the room as she got ready for bed. He breathed a sigh of relief; for once he could tell that she was safe. He climbed up the tree swiftly and watched as she curled up in her bed. She reached over to her bedside table for her diary and then thought better of it.

Instead her hand moved smoothly under the covers of her bed until they settled inside her pants. She slowly began to rub her fingers up and down and she sighed softly. Damon's eyes were transfixed on her and as he watched her hands movements became faster and more forceful, until she was writhing under the sheets, her breath coming out in pants along with a series of moans.

When her release came one solitary word left her lips, "Damon." It was so soft that he could barely hear it, but he was sure that she had indeed said his name. He sat frozen on the branch, still watching her. She lay still for a few moments, before getting out of bed and walking into the bathroom. Damon heard Elena rummaging around the bathroom for something and then the sound of running water.

After washing her hands, Elena splashed water on her face. She leaned over the bench, her face in her hands. She hadn't done that for over two years and why had she said Damon. If she was going to do that it should be because she missed Stefan, after all he was in the tomb, but she had definitely said Damon. She sighed and dried her face with a towel, before going back to her room. She had climbed into bed and was reaching out to turn off the lamp, before she noticed that Damon was again sitting on the window seat.

She jumped. "Damon, don't do that." Damon didn't answer he just sat there staring at her. "Are you OK," she asked slowly. Suddenly, Damon looked up into her eyes and she was surprised to see a look of pain written across his face.

So fast that she barely registered what was happening until it was too late, Damon had grabbed her and pushed her down onto the bed, lying down on top of her. Before she could protest he pressed his lips hard against hers and she lost herself in that kiss.

Suddenly her hands were running up and down the length of Damon's body, untucking his shirt from his pants and feeling underneath it. When she did this Damon felt a shiver throughout his whole body. He was allowing her to take the reins a bit, so to speak. She needed to know that he wasn't controlling her. She raised her lips to his again and gave him the softest, sweetest kiss of his whole life. As she did so, her fingers, acting of their own accord moved to the buttons of his shirt and began to undo them one by one. When she was finished she rolled them over and spread her fingers out over his bare chest, pushing the sleeves off his arms.

Devilishly slowly, she moved her hands to the bottom of her blue-green top and ever so slowly pulled it off over her head. Without warning, Damon let out a growl in the back of his throat and flipped them again. He pressed his lips to hers once more and when she kissed him back, he moved his hand around her back and carefully undid her bra. He pulled away to see her reaction and she reached up and pulled the bra off her, letting it drop to the floor with both of their tops. Damon took a moment to take in the sight of her breasts, before dipping his head to one and putting it in his mouth. She moaned softly at the contact and he moved his hand up to play with the other.

Elena suddenly pushed him away, gently. He looked at her, a terrified expression on his face. "I remember," she whispered, before pushing his head back down.

But he pulled up again, "How?"

"I was drinking vervain." She kissed him again to stop any further questions. Soon, Elena warily moved her hand down from his back, where it had been resting, all the way to the edge of his pants. He pulled her face up to his for yet another kiss and as he did so unbuttoned both of their respective pairs of pants and removed them.

He was terrified that at any moment she would realise what she was doing and push him away, because he knew just as well as any that he didn't deserve her. But with only their underwear between them, she wrapped her legs around his back and rubbed herself against him.

Elena didn't know when or how it had happened, but suddenly Damon was holding himself above her completely naked body, naked himself. He was looking at her carefully, as if waiting for an invitation. She looked into his big green eyes she saw only sincerity and love. She nodded. He pushed into her, cautiously, he was aware that she wasn't a virgin, but he didn't want to hurt her. When she relaxed around him he began to pull out again, before pushing in yet again. He found a rhythm and soon she was again writhing and moaning, but this time beneath him. He harmonised her moans and gasps with guttural grunts of exertion and pleasure. At last, when they both came in unison, they screamed out the others name.

Damon pulled out of her and cuddled her into his chest, one last ditch attempt at comfort before the storm he knew was coming.

"I need to tell you something and even if you don't want to listen, you just need to hear it." Damon's face was suddenly dejected; he had known this was coming but did it have to be so soon, couldn't she wait until the next morning before she cut him loose. He was still basking in her sunlight and he wasn't ready to hear that she didn't want him, didn't need him, didn't love him. She continued, "I know you love me and I know that you are a good man deep down. I also know that you don't think you deserve me," he flinched in anticipation, "but you're wrong," he breathed a sigh of relief but because anxious again at her next words, "I don't deserve you or Stefan. I love Stefan so much, but I also love you and I'm just like Katherine and I'm just using both of you because I'm a selfish, conniving bitch." She had the second part of her speech in one breath and as she paused to take another Damon kissed her deeply.

"You," he whispered softly into her ear after he had released her mouth, "are nothing like Katherine. The fact that you feel bad about things you have done to other people proves that." He cradled her in his arms tighter than before and kissed her again. As she drifted to sleep, both physically and emotionally spent, he whispered to her, "You are perfect. My perfect angel." She smiled into his chest.