Elena turned the music up on Damon's stereo. Anything to cover the deafening silence. She didn't want to speak to Damon. He hadn't technically done anything wrong (or at least not today) but she was pissed. More pissed off at herself them him. Why did she want to hunt with him? After all the stuff that had happened she thought she would be smarter then that. Elena fiddled with her hands in her lap. The silence between them was weird and awkward and she hated it. She just wanted it to feel normal for her feelings to remain normal. Friends. They were friends. She kept telling herself that at least. Maybe if she said it enough it would eventually get back to her brain.
She gave a sideways glance to Damon. His focus was completely on the road ahead, his steely blue eyes completely in the direction of the road. His shaggy black hair was getting a bit longer then he usually wore it but it still looked undeniably good on him. Damon was dressed in the usual, black, black and black. Black was his colour. He looked good in black. Elena eyes travelled down his torso, picturing how the muscles underneath looked and felt last weekend. Stop. She told her herself. But she couldn't. Her eyes kept travelling south reaching his pants. She bit her lip.
Damon's lop sided smirk appeared on his face.
"You just have to say the word." Damon said, breaking their silence.
Elena gulped. No. She would not say the word. Both of them would keep their clothes on during this journey. StefanStefanStefan. She shifted her gaze back to the front and watched the trees pass by. They had been driving for a couple of hours now and Elena was starting to wonder where exactly they were going. She didn't have to wonder long because Damon took a sharp left and began travelling down a dirt road, a sign to one side Camping Grounds. Of course. It's dark, secluded and away from Mystic Falls.
Damon stopped the car just a few miles down the dirt road and turned the engine off. As soon as he did Elena had to adjust her vision to the pitch black night. Both of them got out the car and Damon began walking towards the trees. Elena ran to catch up with him.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"Keep a look out for some campers." Damon smirked.
"As long as there are no children." Elena warned.
Damon put his hand to his heart mockingly and gave Elena a pout. "I'm hurt that you think I would stoop that low."
They kept walking, listening hard for any sign of a group of people, or even just one. Eventually Elena started to smell smoke, a tell-tale sign of a campfire. They changed their direction towards the smoke and after a few more minutes of walking they could hear them.
…And that time I banged that chick from the coffee cart on campus! Man she was a maniac in the sack.
Yeah bro. I knew she'd go hard. I could just tell.
Pigs. That's all Elena could think. Did all boys talk like that? She hoped not. She sincerely hoped Matt had never talked about her like that to Tyler or anyone for that matter. Damon nodded his head, letting Elena know that this would be their dinner. As far as Elena and Damon could tell it was just the two guys, but they were prepared just in case there were more. By now Elena knew the plan, surprise invasion, feed, compel. There would be no reason to compel them first to shut them up, it was deserted besides the men.
On a mental count to three Elena and Damon both sped to the campsite, pouncing on a victim each. They were right, it was just the two men. Damon's victim was a stocky jock-type guy who yelled and screamed for Damon to stop as Damon sunk his teeth into his neck. Elena's victim was a skinnier guy with short blonde hair. He looked terrified as Elena bit into him and only gave a slight guttural cry when Elena punctured his skin. Elena let the blood flow down her throat freely, reminding herself that she had stop short of killing him. She felt powerful and unstoppable as she drank from her victim.
After a minute of solid feeding Elena pulled back from her victim, blood covering her mouth. Her vampire teeth shining in all their glory and her face still shockingly scary. Her victim's face was a pale white, too scared to shout or run. Elena grabbed both sides of his head and stared straight into his eyes.
"You will not remember this. You will tell people that a squirrel attacked you and your friend. Do you understand?" Elena said.
"Yes." Her victim replied.
Damon retracted his mouth from his victims neck a couple of seconds after Elena had finished compelling her victim. He rolled his eyes at the crying, screaming man and looked him dead in the eyes.
"You were attacked by a," He looked to Elena and raised an eyebrow, "by a rabid squirrel. You will not remember me or what happened here. Got it?"
"Yes." His victim replied.
Satisfied Damon and Elena both sped out of sight before their victims could realise it. They raced back to the car, high on adrenaline from their feeding. Coming to a stop at the car, Elena leant back on the hood laughing. Damon stood in front of her, wiping blood from his face on to his black shirt. Neither of them said a thing. The silence of the forest surrounded them in their moment. Damon had to hold back his incredible urge to take Elena right there on the car. Her shirt was covered in blood but her face was lit up with excitement and energy.
Elena shied away from Damon's stare. She hoped Damon and her would be leaving soon now that they had fed.
Damon didn't want to leave so soon though. Even if he wasn't sensationally fucking her, he wanted to spend more time with her. He lifted his black t-shirt over his head revealing his torso. His toned muscles gleamed with a slight sheen of sweat under the moonlight.
"What are you doing?" Elena questioned.
"Changing my shirt." Damon answered, heading round to the back of the car. "It's covered in blood."
He opened the trunk and pulled out a shirt and threw it to Elena. She looked at him with furrowed brows.
"It's for you. You look like you just killed someone."
"I'll just wait until I get home." Elena said.
"No, you won't. If I get pulled over for some reason and we're both covered in blood what do you think a cop is going to say?" Damon told her.
Elena took the shirt into her hands and looked to Damon. "Turn around." She ordered.
Damon smirked but turned around anyway. It was excruciating to know that Elena was topless just a couple of feet away and he couldn't even see. He pictured her pulling her blood stained top over her head and standing there in a black lacy bra, the moonlight illuminating her face. It made him hard just thinking about it. Elena pulled the shirt over her head and let it drape over her body. It was way too big for her but didn't mind. It smelt like Damon.
"You can turn around now." She said.
Slowly, Damon turned around to face her. It was amazing to see Elena in his shirt. It was big on her and covered her entire torso and more but it was sexy. He wondered if he'd ever get to see her wearing it with nothing on underneath. After staring at her for a few seconds he realised he was still topless so he took another t-shirt from his trunk and pulled it over his head. Elena almost sighed at the fact he was now covered.
"Should we get going?" Damon asked, hoping she would say no.
"Yeah, probably." Elena answered.
Even though Damon was disappointed he got in the car anyway and waited for Elena to do the same. When both of them were in the car he hesitated to start it. As he put the keys in the ignition Elena's hand grabbed his forearm. He turned his head to look at her, she was staring at him. Damon could feel the slight warmth of her hand radiating through his skin. He didn't know what do. Should he kiss her? Would he scare her off? He didn't do anything. He kept looking at her hoping she would give him an answer soon.
"I…" She said.
Damon stared at her mouth, her slightly parted, perfectly pink lips enticing him. Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, Damon's brain was screaming. Oh how he wanted to kiss her.
Elena had no idea what she was doing. Why was she stopping Damon from starting the car? Why was she staring at him like a crazy person? Why did she want to jump his bones right now? There was no explanation. She just wanted to. She removed her hand from his arm and placed it on the side of his face gently, Damon leant into her hand. They were so soft and welcoming. Her thumb touched his bottom lip, caressing it softly. She wanted to kiss him. She needed to kiss him.
Damon held his breath and Elena painfully slowly placed her lips on his. One soft kiss. Her lips touched his and he could feel the electricity fly between them. When she didn't move away he responded, kissing her back. It didn't take long for Elena to welcome the kiss. Damon parted her lips with his own and moved his tongue to clash with hers. Their kiss started out slow and soft but quickly turned into a heated exchange of passion between the two. Once the kiss had intensified Elena had lost all hope of staying clothed the entire trip. Damon lost his fingers in her hair, grabbing fistfuls and pulling her closer. He grabbed at her body, touching any bit of her he could. Closer. He needed her to be closer.
He took her waist in his hand and pulled her into his lap, her legs either side of him. It was an awkward position. There wasn't a lot of room for them to be doing this as they soon found out.
"Wait," Damon breathed between kisses. "Back seat."
Elena actually gasped at the loss of contact between their mouths as she climbed into the backseat, Damon following quickly after her. It was only slightly more roomy then the front seat but would be more then ample. Elena lay across the back seat, Damon above her. The car was getting hot and the windows had fogged up. She pulled his face down to meet her own, needing his mouth on hers. Damon meanwhile finding the button on her jeans and hurrying to remove them.
Her skin was a familiar feeling beneath his fingers, but Damon was sure he could never get enough. He caressed every bit of her legs, her calves, the back of her knees, her creamy thighs. Elena's tiny hands tugged at his own shirt as if ordering to remove it. He broke their kiss for a moment as he swiftly lifted the shirt over his head and threw it to the front seat. The air was stale and humid around them but felt like sex. Elena's hands started to explore his chest, feeling every muscle beneath his skin and taking in every bit she could. He was too damn hot for his own good. Those muscles drove girls crazy and Elena was no exception.
Damon's mouth started to travel down Elena's neck, nipping at her skin ever so slightly. Her body writhed beneath him her hips thrusting upwards to make any sort of contact with Damon's hips that she could. It became painfully aware to Damon that he still had his pants on. It was a hard move to manoeuvre but he managed to get his pants off without hurting himself or Elena. He was naked but she was not. A predatory smirk danced on Damon's lips as he lifted the final piece of clothing from Elena's body revealing her black lacy bra. Just as I imagined, Damon thought. As much as he loved Elena in the bra, at that moment he just wanted to rid her of it, and he did.
There was no gentle soft kisses or reassurance before he entered her. They didn't need it. They had done this before. It was pure and primal. Just like all the other times before this the very second he was inside it, he felt like bliss. She was warm and tight as her body surrounded him, clenching him with every gasp and moan. Elena dug her fingernails into Damon's back with every thrust that met her hips, feeling the intense pleasure fill up inside her. She would mark his skin and he would bleed but he would quickly heal. Her neck arched as her head leant back, her hands now gripping the door. If they weren't careful they would break something.
Damon took her hips for leverage as he lifted her slightly to get a better angle. He was deep inside her, filling her up and he couldn't think of anywhere better to be. Outside it was silent but inside the car it was filled with guttural growls of pleasure and screams for more. It wasn't love making and it wasn't at all gentle. Damon rubbed her breasts roughly, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Fuck she was beautiful beneath him.
As much as both of them wanted this to last forever neither of them could keep it up much longer. Damon's release was slowly climbing, that warm feeling in the pit of his stomach starting to bubble. Elena felt much the same, her body was on fire, every fibre of her was tingling and awake. She knew that it would not take much or long for her to reach her peak. Damon looked down between them to where they were joined it was a really, really good sight. Every moment he slid out of her he could see the slick juices that had gathered. He slid his hands down her body until they were back at her hips and began the finale. It took all his energy. He fucked her harder and deeper and faster then he ever knew he could, hoping to reach that spot inside her that would make her come undone.
It worked. Elena's body quivered and quaked at the very inkling of her peak. She let out a scream followed by several shouts of his name all jumbled into one as she clenched around him, signalling she was there. Damon could finally let himself go. He pounded into her repeatedly through her release, relishing in the feeling of her walls clenching around him. It wasn't long before he let out a ferocious growl of his own followed by her name spoke lowly.
His movements slowed but they did not stop. Every extra thrust made the both of them shiver in delight. Until finally Damon had to stop. He slowly pulled himself out of her and felt the agonising pain of no longer being that close to her.
Elena sat up beside Damon, her body was glistening in a light film of sweat that glistened in the stark moonlight from their encounter. Damon didn't want to speak. He didn't want any of this to end. He knew however that the inevitable was coming and that very shortly Elena would once again explain how much of a mistake this was and that she still loved Stefan and that it was only Stefan she wanted. It broke his heart every time but the pain was worth it for those times he got to be with her.
It surprised him however when she slid her hand into his that rested on the seat. It was such a simple, small gesture but it warmed Damon's heart and told him something was different about this time.
"I can't deny it anymore." Elena said, breaking their silence. "I can't deny what's between us, what we've shared."
Damon didn't know what to say to her. Was this the talk he had desperately been seeking? Was she about to tell him she was ready to break it off with Stefan?
"The facts are Damon that I still love Stefan. But I…I love you too. How can that be? How can I love you both? Does it make me selfish that I want you both?"
She loved him. That was the first thing Damon heard. Did it make her selfish that she wanted them both? No. Damon didn't think so. Katherine had wanted them both, but that was different. That was selfish. All she wanted was games and to pit them against each other. Elena didn't want that, that Damon knew. Damon knew Elena hated this, hated the fact that she didn't know which brother she wanted more.
"No. It doesn't make you selfish." Damon replied.
"So what do I do, Damon? I can't…I can't choose between you. I don't want to hurt either of you." Elena said, a tear rolling down her cheek.
Damon wanted her to choose. He wanted her to say it was him and only him but he knew that wasn't going to happen. She loved Stefan, Damon had accepted that long ago. But now she loved him too and he had to take what it could.
"I don't care if you can't choose." Damon told her. "I don't care if you want Stefan too."
It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the truth. Damon could live with having Elena in secret. He could live with the secret moments they got to share and the weekends hunting. That was the truth. But the lie was that he did care. He cared that she loved Stefan too. He cared that she wanted Stefan too. He cared because it ripped him apart to see her with him. But he had to have her and if the only way to have her was to share then, well he would make that sacrifice. He would let his heart pound with anger and hurt every time she kissed him and every time she told him she loved him as long as he got her too. As long as he got to kiss her and hold her and tell her he loved her also. Damon would do that.
"I'm not sure I can do that. I don't know that I can lie and cheat…" Elena whispered.
"You already have." Damon reminded her. "I'd like to think it would be worth it." Damon said, giving Elena a smirk.
She smiled at him and squeezed his hand. She was a moral person. She didn't like to cheat or lie but somehow she felt she had no other choice unless she lived without them both. What kind of world would that be? And if Damon was okay with being her secret then she would be okay with it too. It was selfish of her to lie to Stefan and to cheat on him, but she felt she a sad hopelessness thinking about her other option. Wasn't she allowed to be selfish for once? Couldn't she live her life without thinking about everyone else but herself just once?
"It will be worth it." Elena confirmed. "It will be worth it."
A/N: So that was a long chapter wasn't it? I've pretty much finished this story at the moment, I've mapped every last chapter, written bits and pieces I'm just fixing things up for you guys. After this chapter there will be 8 left, so enjoy it while you can!
I'm thinking after this is done and dusted I might do something less...story like. I was thinking of doing a collection of one shots, Delena of course, some smutty some not. Please let me know if you'd be interested.
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