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Giving In: Chapter Nine
I want you to know with everything I won't let this go
These words are my heart and soul; I'll hold on to this moment you know
As I bleed my heart out to show
And I won't let go
She kissed him.
She leaned over and crashed her lips into his. She wasn't thinking. All that was flowing through her mind was his words.
To screw what people think. That she didn't always have to be the good girl that she was. To finally get what she wants.
To give in.
She washed all her thoughts away and kissed him with all her might.
Damon, for one hand, was completely and utterly shocked. Honesty, he was expecting her to give him a slap in the face at most, not kiss him. But hey, he wasn't complaining at all. Not one bit. He was going to make the most of this moment.
He moaned at the contact. He poured everything he had in the kiss, not knowing if this could be the last. He tangled his fingers in her silky hair, which was just as soft as he imagined it to be, and pulled her closer. Their lips were massaging into each other. He didn't miss the opportunity to pull her onto his lap, so she was straddling him on the park bench, as he managed to pry her mouth open to slip his tongue inside.
Elena's eyes closed at the sensation. She never felt so good before. She was
still stuck in her daydream when Damon pulled her on top of him. She managed to wrap her legs around his waist so they were between him, and the back part of the bench.
Their mouths moved together as one, as their tongues danced. Elena moved her hands so they were running through his delicate black hair, and it felt so perfect in between her fingers. She never felt more alive. She felt freer than ever before.
It wasn't long until they both needed air, but neither of them had the strength to pull away from each other. Damon then took the lead in the kiss. He sucked on her lower lip, not wanting to let go. It gave her time to take a couple breaths before he took the opportunity to claim her mouth again.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, while he moved her body up against him. Everything was perfect until she felt something very hard beneath her.
She came into contact with his already fully aroused member.
And that's when reality came back to her.
"No!" She panted as she jumped off of him, leaving him puzzled.
"What the fuck? What's wrong?" He asked confused.
"This!" She shouted, freaking out. "No, no, no! We did not just do that!"
"What's the problem?" What is the fucking problem? We were both fucking enjoying this, he thought.
"I can't do this. We can't do this." She said, looking anywhere but at his eyes.
"Why the hell not?" He asked.
"We just can't. It's not right, okay?" She started pacing. What did I just do? I kissed Damon Salvatore.
"Lena." Damon started.
"Don't say that, don't call me that." She responded.
"Look." Damon said getting annoyed, as he got up and walked towards her. "Did I not say before to stop shutting me out? Right now you're just proving to me that what I said is one hundred percent true."
"I'm not proving anything to you, and I don't know wha—"
"That you're afraid to have feelings for me."
She didn't reply. She couldn't answer him. She didn't know how to.
"What we just did proves that you want me." He smirked.
"No it does—"
"Don't fucking say it doesn't." He snapped, and she shut her mouth. "Stop trying to convince yourself that it doesn't. You know it does." He confirmed.
Again she didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes told him that everything he said was true.
There was a long silence until Elena finally spoke.
"This isn't who I am, Damon. This isn't who I'm supposed to be." She said.
Who the fuck is she supposed to be? He thought.
"What?" He asked walking closer to her, invading her personal space. "A perfect angel? Daddy's little princess? A good girl who does everything she's told?" He mocked her.
"I am not those things." She stated firmly.
Damon snorted.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" He clapped his hands together, thinking she was unbelievable. Then an idea came to him.
"Prove it." He challenged her.
"What?" She looked at him, eyes wide.
"Prove it. Prove to me that you're not those things."
"I don't have to prove anything to you." She fought back.
The hell she doesn't.
"C'mon Elena, Show me." Damon told her, not backing down.
What the hell does he think he's trying to do? Elena thought. He's pissing her off more and more by the minute. He wants her to prove it? Fine, she'll fucking prove it.
Then everything seemed to morph into slow motion.
Before he could stop her, her hand came into contact with his face. She slapped him with all the strength she had, and watched as his head turned to the side.
When she brought her hand back, she looked at his face and her eyes nearly pooped out of her head when she saw the red mark on his cheek. Did I just do that?
Are you fucking kidding me? Damon thought.
"What the hell!?" Damon gritted through his teeth, and regained his composure.
"Good girls don't use violence." She said in return.
She didn't want people, especially Damon to think she was a goody two shoes, good girl. She wasn't; she made sure of it.
Damon was pissed. He tried to calm down a bit before he did anything stupid. She was being so difficult. He knew for a fact she felt something for him, but she wouldn't fucking believe it; she refused to, and that pissed him off. He had no fucking idea why he was still here. Why he was using so much energy for a girl. Oh yeah, it's probably because he felt something for her. Something he hasn't felt for a while; and secretly, he didn't want the feeling to stop.
But he would never admit that.
This girl, this one seventeen year old girl, was always in the center of his mind, and she always will for at least a while. Which is why he won't back down.
Why he can't.
He lifted his head up, and gazed into her warm chocolate eyes. He won't back won't. She wanted to show him that she wasn't a good girl. He'll play her game.
"Good girls don't go for the bad guy." He purred; boring his eyes into hers, refusing to look away.
She gulped.
No, he will not try to manipulate me. She thought.
"You know it." He continued. "You want me just as much as I want you." He whispered passionately.
"You refuse to believe it, but deep down you know it. You're just lying to me, you're lying to your friends, and most of all you're lying to yourself." He told her. "That kiss just proved it." He licked his lips.
"And I can prove it again." He stated, moving his face closer to hers.
"Tell me you want me to stop." He said, moving closer and closer.
She didn't know what to do. Her mind told her to stop him, to tell him to leave her alone and never bother again. To refuse to have him kiss her again.
But her heart told her to not say anything.
So she didn't.
She just gazed into his eyes, her mouth slightly open, not uttering a single word, which gave him all the confirmation he needed.
He cupped her face and brought his lips down to hers.
She should stop this. She should push him away, and spit in his face.
But she didn't want to.
Why can't she let her walls down for just one time? Damon was right. She has to stop being what others—her friends and family—want her to be, and just be herself. Just let go, and make the choices that benefit her.
For once, she should do what she wants without worrying—without caring—what people thought.
And that's what she did.
She pulled him closer, and didn't regret it one bit. It actually made her feel more relieved, like she's been longing for it. Needing it; needing him.
When he pulled away, he smirked at her. All she could do is gawk, for she was in awe.
Twice.
Twice she's kissed him, and each time she could feel the electricity run through her bones; pumping through her bloodstream.
Each time, she felt the ecstasy, and she loved it. It was wrong, and she knew it, but for some unknown reason, it felt so right.
So perfect.
After everything he's done, all the bad things she's heard, she still managed to fall for the good guy behind the bad things. Yes, the things he's done still irks her to high levels, but she couldn't ignore the feelings he gives her, How free she felt with him in little situations, and she didn't want to anymore.
She was tired of fighting if off; fighting him off.
When she thinks of the murders, a part of her doesn't even care anymore. She thought it was selfish; but she thought it was okay for her to be selfish this one time. It was wrong. It was bad of her.
But just like there's good in everyone, there's also bad.
"See you around, gorgeous." He winked as he started walking away from her, leaving her speechless.
She was shocked and surprised. All she did was stare at the now empty spot where he was just standing.
As Damon walked away, he couldn't hide the smirk from his face. He did it. It won't be long until she comes to him. He was mentally cheering when she first kissed him. The sensation was amazing. Her lips were so soft and he never wanted to stop connecting his mouth to hers.
When she started going off about how this wasn't right, and how she wasn't supposed to be like this, he lost his patience. It pissed him off, and he lost it.
He felt a bit guilty for how he snapped at her, Damon Salvatore feels guilty for how he treated a woman? Since when? He asked himself.
But, he didn't regret how he snapped at her. If he wasn't a little harsh on her, she probably wouldn't have had the sense knocked in her.
Then she fucking slapped him. She had issues. She kissed him, started panicking, then got mad, then slapped him. Maybe it's her time of the month. He shrugged. But it did piss him off even more, he had to stop her. Convince her. This is why he calmed himself down, only to challenge her once again.
He wanted to prove to her that what she felt was actually real, that she wasn't going crazy for the things running through her mind.
So he gave her the choice to stop him.
And she didn't.
He grinned at the memory. She didn't stop him. She let him kiss her, and she kissed him back. Just like he kissed her back the first time. It did prove that she wants him as much as he does her.
Of course she does his inner-cocky self told him.
He smiled-yes smiled- the whole walk home. If this girl could bring a wide smile to his face with a kiss, imagine what she could do to him if—when—she came back for more.
…
When Elena got home that day, she just couldn't hide the blush from her cheeks. She had no words for how she acted today, but all she knew was that deep down, she didn't regret it one bit.
It was the greatest feeling. She hadn't felt this good in a long time, so why should she feel guilty? If it made her feel amazing and alive again, why should she feel bad? She shouldn't.
She didn't.
She didn't know what changed. How her feelings changed so quickly. But maybe they never changed. Maybe deep down she always had them, and they were waiting to come out. Maybe the "hate" she felt for him was just a cover up. She'll never know the real reason. All she knew was that things changed; it could be good, but it could be bad too.
"Elena, is that you?" Her father's voice echoed from the kitchen.
Shit! She mentally cursed at herself. Her father. That's why she should feel bad, guilty. Her father and Damon hate each other! Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap. Now she was panicking again. The one guy she actually feels something for, is in a twisted hated relationship with her own father. Lucky me. Out of all people…
"Yeah Daddy, I just got home." Elena called, composing herself. Then she walked into the living room, placed her book on the coffee table, and sat on the couch.
"Where have you been?" He asked sounding a bit worried and a bit angry, after he walked into the room and sat next to her.
Does he know what happened? Does he know about Damon? He can't know. How could he possibly know? He can't. She was internally freaking out.
"The park." She answered. "Reading." She pointed to her book.
"That was hours ago." He stated.
It was?
"I was so caught up with my reading, Dad." She smiled. "You like it when I read, don't you?"
He grinned.
"Of course I do, sweetie." He assured her and kissed her head. "Is all your homework done?" He asked,
"Yeah, all finished." She replied.
"Good girl." He responded.
Her smile dropped.
Good Girl.
Is that her label now? Her brand? Elena Gilbert: Good Girl.
She seems to be hearing that term a lot lately, and she hated it.
"Right, well I better go get all my things prepared for school tomorrow." She faked a smile.
"Go ahead; dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes." He said, as he walked back into the kitchen.
She practically slammed her door shut once she got to her room.
It was Wednesday. It was the middle of the week, which was going by so slow. She's been avoiding Damon for the past three days.
She didn't like that.
But it was necessary, until she figured things out. Things like, if going to him would be worth it.
It wasn't hard though. Caroline would drive her to school, the day would go by slow, and then Caroline would drive her home. She would do her homework, eat dinner, read, take a shower, and go to bed; and do it over again.
It wasn't hard physically; but mentally, it was like trying to find the tiniest drop of water in the driest desert.
Throughout the days he's been on her mind 24/7, and she can't shake him out of it. She wasn't sure if she even wanted to. That's what made it difficult. Whether it be her a school, it was like she could smell him. When reading, it was like she could feel his eyes on her. While taking a shower, she could just feel his presence.
But none were true.
She was actually disappointed that none of it was real. Crazy right?
It's just remarkable how she could be having all these feelings for someone she just met not even two weeks ago.
She couldn't help but notice how dramatic her life just got within the two weeks. At first her life was just about her friends, family, and school. Now she feels like she's in one of those corny romance movies. How did things change so fast?
Right Now, she was in History class, not paying any attention. Her thoughts were focused on something—someone else; But they were interrupted by the sound of the bell, dismissing everyone.
"Alright guys, remember that your Civil War project is due tomorrow!" Mr. Saltzman reminded everyone as he started packing his papers away.
Shit. She and Stefan never finished it. They always left it for another time, while they goofed off. Now it's due tomorrow and they still have a lot to do.
She looked over at Stefan and saw that he was looking at her with pretty much the same expression on his face. She walked over to him.
"Lena, we're going to have to work really hard tonight." He said.
"I know, no more goofing off!" She couldn't help but laugh. "How about when Caroline drops me off home, I grab the notes I have and I'll drive my dad's car to your house, around five-ish?"
"Yeah, sounds good. If we start early we'll be done around eight." He confirmed. "See you later" He said, as he grabbed his books.
Elena waved bye to him, and then she thought she was about to pass out. She just remembered: Damon. How could I have not thought about him? I was thinking about him all day, and when I make plans to go to Stefan's house, Damon slips my mind? She didn't know how to act around him now. She was confused with everything. She clearly isn't thinking right today—or the last couple of days.
This should be…fun.
…
Damon was outside, fixing up his Camaro. He was in black jeans, black boots, and a white wife beater. The sun was shining bright as he wiped the sweat off his brow.
The music was blasting as he started to change the oil. He needed something to do, other than think of a certain brunette beauty. He started working on his 'baby' to distract him. He hasn't seen her for the past three days, and it shouldn't bother him. But for some fucked up reason, it did.
Over the loud music, he could still hear a car pull up. He looked up to see a black SUV 2008 Ford Escape. He glanced up at the window and saw a flash of chocolate brown hair.
He smirked.
She's here.
He watched her every step as she got out of the car. Not even trying, she still looked beautiful as ever. Hot, you mean hot and sexy, not beautiful. He told himself. No matter how much he liked her, he won't become a softie.
He watched her walk up the driveway and the smirk never left his face as they locked eyes.
When Elena pulled up to the boarding house, she was mentally preparing herself to see Damon. She didn't think she was ready yet.
She remembered her conversation with Stefan last Monday, about how Damon is barely home. That he's usually with his friends or with a—
A girl.
Of course.
How could she have been so stupid? Of course he's been with so many women. He's probably a man-whore! He probably only wants to get in her pants!
He probably doesn't feel anything for her.
He probably made her feel amazing just to get one thing.
A thing that she's never done.
He made her feel alive and free only to make her feel like crap right now. Why should she be disappointed? It's not like she had strong feelings for him, right? Why should she feel broken, and somewhat hurt? She shouldn't.
But she did.
As she started to walk up the driveway, she hoped to God that he wouldn't be there. She didn't know what to feel; what to say.
She looked straight ahead and saw him staring right at her, looking all cocky. Stop.
"Good afternoon, princess." He called over the music, as he walked over to it to turn it down.
She couldn't help but notice how sexy he looked right now. Or all the time. Through his tank top, you can see his abs. You could see that blank ink of tattoo on his chest through the white material. Oh gosh. With no sleeves, she could see all of his muscles, and another tattoo of his down his right arm. Oh fucking god, I'm screwed aren't I?
I repeat, Why me?
"Hi." She said and tried to walk towards the door.
But Damon was too fast for her. He blocked her way and towered over her, clearly invading her personal space.
"Please move." She said politely.
"Make me." He smirked.
"Seriously? How old are we?" She sighed
"I'm twenty two, and you're seventeen, no? We're old enough."
"Please get out of my way." She asked again.
"Kiss me." He challenged.
"I'd rather not, now I'm going to ask you one last time to please move." She gritted through her teeth.
"We having a bad day? Is that why I haven't seen you around?" He pouted.
"I thought you aren't usually home." She said, avoiding his question.
"Well right now, I am." He smirked.
"I can see that. Usually wouldn't you be at some whore's house?" She fired at him.
Well damn, Damon thought, where did THAT come from? Is she jealous? Fuck yes.
"Jealous?" He grinned
She narrowed her eyes at him.
"More like disgusted." She confirmed.
"Well gorgeous, if it makes you feel better I haven't been with a bitch in at least six days." He stated proudly.
"The fact that you recall women as 'bitches' says a lot about you." She said coldly. It makes me wonder what I saw in him.
"Not all women." He answered. "Just like you said—whores. Woman who have no respect for themselves." He said, looking her in the eye.
Just him looking at me gets me all choked up. When did this happen?
"Damon, please get out of my way. I have to work on this project with Stefan."
"But I missed your lips." He purred. "Your soft, delicious lips." He stared at her. "I'm not sure if I even remember them, refresh my memory?" He asked, leaning closer.
"No. That was a mistake." She said, backing up.
Ouch.
"A mistake, huh?" He asked walking closer to her. "How was it a mistake, tell me."
She backed away until she felt her back hit his car. Great.
"It just…was, okay? I really have to go." She said as he invaded her space once again, trapping her between his car and himself.
"You can't think of a reason why it was a mistake, because it wasn't one." He whispered seductively.
"It was." She whispered, too caught up in the situation.
"It wasn't" He assured her, slowly leaning his forehead against hers.
"You're no good." She assured him.
He nodded his head in reply.
"You're a womanizing, trouble making, man; whose done a lot of bad things." She gulped.
"But deep down you don't care." He told her. "Deep down, all you care about is the sensation I give you." He looked down at her lips.
She shook her head.
"Don't deny it Lena." He said. "Stop fighting it. We both know what you really want. Take it." He cooed passionately.
"I can't." She whispered.
"Why not?"
The look of worry in her eyes told him what he needed to know.
"You're not like the other girls, if that's what you're thinking." He assured her. "I won't kick you to the curb."
"Why? What makes me so different?"
"Honestly, I have no fucking idea, Lena." He sighed. "But it could be the fact that you're full of life, you're always smiling, and you see the good in people. You see the good in me."
She started breathing heavy.
"I—I don't know what I'm supposed to say." She sighed.
"Don't say anything." He told her.
"I don't live up to anyone's expectations, Lena; and you shouldn't either." He reminded her. "Take what you want for once."
"I'm not the good guy." He continued. "I'll never be the good guy. But I could be the guy to make you happy, the guy that you come to when you need someone; if you actually let me." He cupped her face and stroked her cheek.
What is he doing to me? She thought as she looked down for a moment. I am awestruck. Do I want this? Do I want him? Could he really make me happy?
So many thoughts were running through her head. Damon was the bad guy, but being with him felt so good. Should she take what she really wants for once? Like he said, not live up to anyone's expectations? Take a walk on the wild side and be free for once? Just let go, and not think twice about it?
She felt Damon tangle his fingers in her hair, as she made her decision.
She looked up from her lashes at him. Her deep brown eyes gazed into his blue ones.
And then she nodded.
A/N: FINALLY? Elena's emotions are all over the place, huh?She's just confused. And Damon? He's so full of wisdom isn't he? Lol
Please let me know what you guys think—this story isn't over yet, not for a while.
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-Melissa
