10

Matters of the Heart

The carriage stopped short in front of the Salvatore house, but Elena didn't feel it, in fact she was halfway between asleep and awake, not to mention that everything seemed to be spinning because of the champagne.

The Mikaelsons' coach driver stood up and opened the door and saw Elena half slumped between the seats, looking at her fingers with immense curiosity. "Miss Gilbert, are you all right?"

"Never been better, Henry." She slurred.

"It's Miller, miss, let me help you up-"

"No, no I can handle it," Elena managed to stand up and get out of the carriage and not once step on her dress as she walked towards the main house sort of skipping.

Miller hesitated. "Miss, really I can help-"

Elena waved her hand away. "I told you, I'm fine, go back to Rebekah . . . I never felt better."

Without looking back she continued walking back towards the house, through some sheer miracle she managed to open the door and she entered inside. It was quiet and only a few lights were on, the servants must be asleep. What times was it?

Elena's thoughts were all over the place, it was so hot and stuffy, and why couldn't they open a window. Elena was about to climb down the stairs when she pressed her cheek against the cold stair step. The cool marble felt good on her cheek. She could fall asleep here.

She was just dozing off when she felt somebody shaking her awake. "Elena," Damon was hissing in her ear. "Elena, wake up-"

"Who?" she opened one brown eye.

"It's me you little fool!" he said as he sat her up. "What are you doing sleeping on the stairs?"

"It was hot." She slurred before she burst into giggles. "Carry me!"

Damon ignored her gibberish as he studied her face. "Are you drunk?"

"Just a little tipsy," Elena giggled again as she tried walking up the stairs, but almost ended up tripping when she stepped on her skirt. "Opps."

"Here, let me help you." Damon held her steady as they walked up the stairs. "How much champagne did you drink?

"A lot." Elena said. "It tasted so good, like candy."

Damon murmured something under his breath.

"Damon," Elena pouted. "I don't want you seeing that girl anymore . . . the red head, I don't want her here. I don't want her touching you, why does she have to touch you, I thought I was the only one."

Damon frowned. "You're upset about Ella?"

"Who?" Elena was confused. "Why are you with her, if you're with me, I know I'm not that good at . . . sex, but that doesn't give you the right . . . I don't want you with her. Did I already say that?"

"You did." Damon said as he opened the door to her room and helped her take off her dress and corset. "Anything else I should be aware off."

"Yes," Elena said in complete seriousness. "Why do you hate me?"

Damon looked taken back. "I don't hate you."

"Yes, you do that's why you make me so unhappy," she said. "Katherine . . . Caroline . . . Lexi are so happy, why can't I be happy too. You're so awful to me sometimes. ..Why can't you be nicer?" she drowned off as she felt back into her pillow and fell asleep.

"Good morning, sunshine."

Elena's eyes shot open as she looked around half scared and looked at Damon who was smirking at her and sleeping next to her. Her head was pounding and she could barely remember what had happened after Katherine's party. "Damon, what happened?"

"Don't you remember anything?" he raised an eyebrow. "Not even your little confession?"

Elena flushed. "What did I say? If I said something inappropriate-"

"No, all of your dirty little secrets are safe with me," Damon smirked. "I have to ask though I was a little surprise that you were jealous of Ella."

"Ella?"

"The red head girl, you were pouting about? You don't remember last night's conversation at all, do you?"

She shook her head. "Why is she-I mean why do you-"

"Why am I with her?" he guessed. "You just seem uncomfortable with the whole physical relationship, I wanted to give you time to get used to it."

"You could help me get used to it," she said flushing. "If you want I mean."

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Really," she whispered. Damon started peeling her clothes off giving her soft kisses down the base of her neck causing butterflies to appear in Elena's stomach. She gave a little moan as Damon reached her breasts.

She ran her hands through his dark hair, Damon lowered himself on top of her. Elena flushed. "What are you doing?"

"Pleasuring you," Damon ran his tongue through her wet folds, his tongue concentration on the little bud of nerves. Elena tasted both sweet and salty at the same time. It was perfection.

He gave her clit a tiny bite and Elena shivered as a sweet moan escaped her mouth. "Oh."

Damon raised his head. "Do you like it?"

She nodded. "Can I do . . . the same thing to you?"

"Do you want too?" she nodded as she stared at his growing cock. Elena wasn't sure where to begin, Damon gently guided her mouth to the tip of his cock, and Elena started placing small kisses down the length. She started teasing him by giving it, little teasing licks with her tongue before taking the length inside her mouth, her tongue fondling it.

Damon ran his hands though her dark hair before he pulled her back. "That's enough for this morning." He smiled. "I don't think the champagne made you feel all that well."

"It didn't." she said sheepishly. "I just want to lie down, you can stay . . . if you want too."

"Tell me about your family," Damon asked as he leaned back against the pillow.

Elena looked confused. "My family? You want to know about them?"

He nodded.

Elena smiled. "Well, my mother and father are still alive, I have a little brother Jeremy who gets into trouble a lot-"

Damon noticed that when she talked about her family, her face lightened up and she would smile the most beautiful smile.

-End of Chapter Ten-

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