I fell off of him slightly unwillingly and rolled beside him, panting slightly. My tan, sweaty body seemed to finally stop quivering so I turned on my back to look up at the ceiling. He had moved to lie on his stomach, two of his fingers walking up my flat stomach and tracing the soft plains of my skin. I found out my lip was bleeding from where I had bit too hard. Or maybe Damon had bit too hard. Damon moved slowly towards my mouth to lick off the remaining blood pooling at my lips. He looked down at me with a sort of adoration. I figured he wasn't drunk anymore but neither of us spoke up about the pressing issues.
My eyelashes fluttered as soon as his fingers found the soft spot in the middle of my stomach. He was leaning slightly over top of me, his blue eyes layered with desire as he dipped his lips to graze my neck, my collarbone, then up the short distance to the back of my ear where I practically trembled in my skin. My eyes fluttered closed at how gentle Damon was being after the previous events. Every movement was slow and drawn out, just a caress. I arched my back at his touch, making more physical contact with him.
He finally let himself relax, partially on top of me, but most of his weight shifted on the bed. He made a sound of satisfaction before speaking.
"I missed that." He sighed, looking up at the ceiling as well, his hand rested on my inner thigh.
"Me too." I agreed, looking over at him. His gaze fell to mine and he gave a brief smile.
"I'm serious about this Elena. I want us to be us again. I want to come back and be with you. I know it will be hard, but I want to. We're worth it." I practically melted at his words. Damon definitely knew his charm capabilities.
"I am too. I miss you. I need you home. I can't keep pretending like I don't need you because it's killing me to be away from you." I sighed. "Get your stuff and come home."
"In a little while." He whispered, kissing my shoulder.
I couldn't help the loud laugh that escaped me. What we were doing was completely ridiculous. I don't know how he talked me in to any of this. Damon ran quickly, dragging me along with him, practically pulling my arm out of its socket. The rain pounded hard against the pavement, splashing up and hitting us. We were soaked, in nothing more than jeans and a t-shirt. We were in the middle of a quiet, empty road, nothing but street lights illuminating it. Damon finally stopped running and turned to look at me.
"What are we doing, Damon?" I squinted at him through the rain. He used the hand he was still holding to draw me close so that our bodies were touching. His hands fell to my hips, rubbing the bare skin below my shirt and above my jeans.
"We're dancing in the rain." He stated simply, swaying us back and forth. I laughed.
"You brought me out here to dance with me? Come on, Damon." I resisted him, pulling away. "You can do better than that." I was milking it. Damon had been trying to get my attention, to get me to go out with him since we'd had sex that one mistake of a night. He gave me flowers, he showed up at my doorstep, he often called my cell, but I did the best I could to steer clear of Damon like everyone had warned me. I figured he was Alaric when he knocked on my door tonight, but he stood there looking awfully handsome, dressed in all black. His skin and eyes contrasted with the dark colors he wore. He'd easily slung off his jacket and seized my arm, pulling me out into the street.
"Come on, Elena. Humor me." He looked a lot less dangerous at the moment. His eyes were innocent , his entire body soaked from the rainstorm.
"Why should I?" I asked, pulling away from him again as he attempted to grip my arm once more.
"I'll make it worth your while." He stated, raising his eyebrow in order to entice me.
"Not good enough." I replied, crossing my arms at my chest.
"Because opposed to my baby brother, I'm actually fun and no matter how much you deny it, you like being around me. When would Stefan drag you out in the rain just to dance?" Damon questioned, moving closer to me. It was only us in the streets, no cars, no people, just us. "How often does Stefan tell you how beautiful you are, how gorgeous your eyes are? He stepped closer and this time I didn't draw back when he touched me. I stayed completely still, my arms still crossed. "How bright your smile is? That just hearing your laugh makes me laugh?" Damon gripped my waist once more and pulled my against him. My upper body was leaning slightly back but our hips still rubbed against each other. He moved one hand to gently brush back the hair that fell in front of my eyes. That hand dropped to the side of my face, then my neck. "How cute you are. All the fucking time."
I was paralyzed. Everything about Damon Salvatore is bad. He cheats, he lies, he fucks up. But there was one thing I was certain of in this moment. Damon wasn't lying. There was no way someone with that look in their eyes, that look on their face, could lie.
"No." I said, blinking rapidly. I saw a blink of emotion in Damon's eyes. Something you wouldn't have caught if you weren't truly paying attention. In that brief moment, he really cared and he was really let down. "No, he's never told me any of that."
Damon smiled, untangling my arms and wrapping one around his neck and grabbing hold of the other, while his other hand rested on my waist. We swayed back and forth, and eventually, he drew me out and spun me. I gave a little giggle and we began to laugh, dancing in the middle of the street, rain pouring heavily down our backs.
The last time he spun me, he drew me in extremely close. Then, without warning, he grabbed me and kissed me. It was tender and sweet and I practically swooned at how gentle he was being. I basically dove into the kiss, pushing closer to him, my hair tangling in his dripping hair. One of his hands snaked down to hover over my ass, one of Damon's favourite parts of my body, while his other hand pulled at my hair. I was completely and utterly lost in him.
"You want to know the day I fell in love with your fine ass?" He asked, squeezing my ass after asking. I laughed and nodded, asking for him to continue. "When we danced in the rain."
"That early?" I asked, slightly amazed. That was only two weeks into knowing him.
"That early." He said. "It was your stubborn-ness. I've always admired that about you." His ocean blue eyes shifted to my body and then back up to me. "Plus, you're smokin'." He winked.
"What are you, twelve? I don't think anyone says that word anymore, Damon." I giggled, stretching my arms and legs out. Damon laughed too, biting my shoulder out of annoyance.
"I have a serious question." He stated, though the facial expression he wore indicated that it wasn't that serious. I'd prodded him forward with an 'okay' so he'd rolled onto his elbows to look at me. "Who was your first?" he asked.
I frowned for a moment, not exactly understanding the question until I realized what he was talking about. I took a breath and evaluated the question accordingly. I thought back to Stefan's birthday party a while ago. We would have probably had sex that night if I wasn't so plastered. I had a boyfriend before Stefan as well. I'd dated Matt for a short period of time, which ended when my parents had died. I'd met Stefan and had fallen so easily, so quickly. And then there was Damon. I didn't know if I sounded slightly pathetic to Damon. If I ever was pathetic in his eyes. Damon was intimidating. Damon was obviously a womanizer, this wasn't news. He'd had sex many times before me. Mostly because he was older than me, but also because he didn't exactly have the same values as I did. Until that night. Until Stefan's birthday party. I thought about what happened between me and the mysterious and sexy Salvatore that night. Nothing good. I'd let him go down on me and then we'd had sex. Had I fooled him? The pain lasted briefly, which I held in by biting on my lip extremely hard, plus the liquor helped. I guess I had fooled him.
"Damon," I started. "you were my first."
His pupils dilated and he frowned. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself. Then his eyebrows raised and his lips parted and he recalled our first encounters.
"But…" He stopped. "Seriously?" I nodded and he scratched at the stubble on his cheek.
"I'm sorry. We were really hammered. I wouldn't want your first to be like that."
"Damon, I don't care." I stated. "It was you."
He smiled and crawled on top of me to kiss my lips sweetly. "You're perfect, you know that?" he smiled against my lips, dragging his across my cheek and down my neck and behind my ear. He'd whispered 'perfect' a few more times and then brought his face up to look at me.
"I wish nothing had ever happened. Nothing bad. I wish we'd never lost her." He blinked. "The worst thing in the world is to see the only person you love in pain."
"I'm not in pain anymore, Damon. Maybe everything happens for a reason. Maybe it was meant to be. Like we are. If I'd never met Stefan, I'd never have met you. So I'm glad I met him." I sighed. "But I'm not sad anymore. I've been sad my whole life, I'm tired of it." I looked up at his beautiful face. "At the moment, nothing matters but you and me."
"Don't you ever think how much better your life would have been without meeting me. It would have been so much easier."
"Remember what I said? Easier, yes. Better, no." I thought back to our huge fight over the baby. He kissed me more passionately this time.
"You're still young."
"And you aren't?"
"Not anymore. I'm 32, 'Lena. You're not even 24."
"So what? Age is just a number."
"You have to say that, you're the younger one." Damon stated.
"I got married young, what does it really matter to anyone else? We're what, nine years apart? I wouldn't care if we were 20 years apart. We're us. We're Damon and Elena."
This time, when Damon started kissing me, he didn't stop.
Wow. This is the most awful piece of shit i've ever written. i am so sorry, i havent updated for months. this had to be a filler chapter because i was running out of things to write. i really didn't want to write this when i would sit down to do it so i constantly put it off. im sort of a loser with no life so i've been watching a shit load of television for the past while. i finished catching up with Supernatural a while ago (you guys excited for tomorrow's episode?) and i'd sped through Dollhouse which is a Joss Whedon work of art (if you didn't know because i hadn't heard of it until i got netflix). Now i'm in the middle of catching up with The Mentalist because i've been slacking and it's an amazing show. i just havent found much time to watch it this season but i'mm making my way through it. I've also started watching Dexter so that's keeping my occupied. So... i have no life. BUT WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS TVD EPISODE. OHMYGOD MY POOR HEART. I honestly wasnt expecting (SPOILER ALERT FOR THE NEW DEAL) a damon elena kiss. i really didn't think we'd get one because it was a little far fetched or something, i dont remember my logic but holy shit, was that amazing or what? I thought it was well executed and the flirting was perfect and i just loved how he was walking away annd then he's like, fuck it and kissed her. i'm still on a high from that. my mother and father and sisters think i'm insane. though if i can say so, my mother was slightly happy because even though she doesn't know half the shit going on, she's team damon (she says he's the hottest). so there was a little updateof what's going on in my stupid life, which you probably dont care about. next chapter will be the last but i think i may start another fic. depends how busy i am with volleyball season at school. GUYS! WE GOT A FUCKING KISSSSSSSS!
