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Elena just rejected Damon's invitation to go to the Founder's Ball with him.
Finally, some more Delena Smut!
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Chapter 10: Dilemma in the Study
Damon sat on a bar stool, nursing his bourbon. Damn, Elena. She always got under his skin somehow. He had asked kindly, as a friend. And she had the nerve to reject him. Not only that, but in the rudest way possibly. She had almost literally eaten his head off. He let out a low growl from the back of his throat before throwing back the rest of his drink.
He raised his first two fingers towards the bartender, hoping for a quick refill until a fury of blonde swept across his face. Damon reacted slowly, looking up to be met with brown fierce eyes, reminding him of a familiar face he had confronted today.
Damon's eyes raked down the body in front of him, slightly older than him, in fit shape, dirty blonde hair in wavy tresses, and those brown eyes. Her eyes almost made him shudder, almost. They were constant reminders of her, yet it wasn't even close. He rolled his eyes at his misery. What was wrong with him? He was one of the most desirable bachelors in the celebrity world, and yet here he was lamenting over the current situation. He. Was. Pathetic.
"Andie Starr." The dirty blonde women had basically purred to him as she held a hand out towards him. He slowly turned his body towards her, taking her hand and brushing his lips over the back of her hand. "Lovely to meet you."
His hot bourbon flavored breath spread over the back of her hand, goosebumps immediately rising on the surface of her arms. "No name?"
Damon waggled his eyebrows at her before taking a sip from his cup. "I like to leave a little bit of mystery surrounding me."
Perking an eyebrow at the dark figure, Andie slid into the seat besides him, giving him a curt nod. "So, why do you seem so down, mysterious stranger?" Andie gave the bartender a look, who nodded quickly before making her "usual."
Damon let out a dry laugh. "What makes you think I'm down? Maybe I'm just a guy who likes to spend a little time on his own, savoring his drink at the bar."
Sliding the drink down the counter, Andie caught her Tequila Sunrise in her left hand. Taking a tender sip from the drink, she smiled in approval before setting it back on the counter. "I'm a reporter, it's my job to read people. That and to do my research on people." Andie set her elbows on the edge of the counter, setting her head between the palms of her hands, giving Damon that smoldering sex look.
"So, tell me why a tall dark handsome stranger waltzes into a small, basically unknown town? No one knows anything about him except for the fact that he's currently taking up residence. No one recognizes him, even if he was to be a former residence of the town. A little research, and it appears that Mystic Falls has a celebrity among them. How would the town react? More importantly, what would a big celebrity like oh, I don't know, Damon Salvatore, be doing in Mystic Falls?" Andie batted her eyebrows at him a few times, trying to give that essence of innocence around her.
Damon let out a hearty laugh this time. Mmm, how interesting she could see right through him? "What gave me away? I was sure that no once could see past this atrocious almost-beard, glasses, hat? I usually do so well with disguises."
Andie took a long sip from here drink, adding to the dramatic effect. "Like I said, I'm a reporter. It's my job to look up things that appear out of the norm. And you sir, are definitely out of the norm. In this case…" Andie's eyes raked over his disheveled appearance. Messy hair, piercing cerulean eyes, a black v-neck that just emphasized how fit he was, and a leather jacket that just screamed out "badass sex appeal." Andie bit on her bottom lip. "In this case, it's a… tempting norm to investigate."
Damon smirked at her before finishing his drink. "Oh really?" He waggled his eyebrows once more at her. "Anyways, I already have a journalist working on 'the story' about me. You came a little too late."
Andie let out a soft laugh. "Oh Mr. Salvatore, that surely won't discourage me. Journalist and reporters are different. Tell me, who is this supposed journalist working on your story?"
"Elena Gilbert." Short and concise. He didn't know what else to say. He didn't have much other to say about her.
"Ah, Ms. Gilbert. Needless to say, I can assure her our works are different. And who's to say I was interested in your story?" Andie stood up and picked up her clutch before turning around. She peeked a look around her shoulder.
Damon stood up and threw a couple of bills to cover his and hers drink, before standing behind her and pulling his body flush against hers. "So Andie, tell me that you're free for the Founder's Ball tomorrow and you don't have a date." No more rejections today. He would not take it.
"I'm free for the Founder's Ball tomorrow, I don't have a date, and I also happen to be free… tonight."
Elena breathed in deeply. She held it. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. She wondered if she held this long enough, she would stop breathing herself. Three Mississippi. It didn't hurt. She wasn't suffering. She wasn't longing for air. It felt like she didn't need to breathe at all. Letting her breath out at last, she felt slightly emptier than she had felt before she took in her last breath.
Elena let her fingertips trickle lightly over her brown curls which were both resting over her shoulders, a slight curl cascaded down the right side of her face. A necklace which Stefan had given her a long time ago, rustic but somewhat fashionable. A blue floor long dress, taken in at the waist, outlining the hourglass shape she had, emphasis on her chest which was neither too little nor too large. Simple black heels matched with simple makeup which emphasized more on her eyes. She was ready. She was ready for this. Yes, she was. She was excited for this. Yes, she was. No, she wasn't.
Elena let out a breath of scowl, of disbelief. She didn't want to go to this Founder's Ball. She refused. She was not excited. She did not to spend the night of Stefan's arm. She did not want to dance with him. She did not want to socialize with others. She just wanted to hide from everyone for a bit. She was tired of putting on a happy face and fake smile for everyone. She was tired of it. She was tired of it all.
Elena was craving to drag her hands through her hair, but she knew Caroline was dismember her if she ruined her hair. She ended up digging her French manicured nails into the palms of her hands. Temporary jabs of pain that was barely felt by her. Why did she feel so empty? Why did she contemplate her life so much? It didn't always used to be like this. There used to be so more. So much more innocence.
"Ahhh! You look gorgeous! Stefan is going to drop his pants once he sees you, and will want to get into yours! Good thing you have a dress on! Easy access." Caroline sent a wink at Elena who tried her best to let out a light chuckle. She failed.
Caroline's eyes swept over Elena's state. There was something wrong. And right as she opened her mouth to speak her concerns, the doorbell rang. "Oh, that must be Stefan." Elena jumped from her seat on the edge of the bed and smoothed out her dress with her hands. "I'll get it, Elena. Gotta give you a big entrance and everything." Caroline sent her a soft smile before exiting Elena's room and descending down the stairs.
The door had opened and Stefan had expected Elena, only to be met with blonde hair and blue eyes. "Err… hi, Caroline. Is Elena here?" A bouquet of flowers were nestled between his clammy palms, a sign of nervousness.
Right as he asked that question, Caroline opened the door fully to show a scene that made Stefan's heart stop. Descending down the stairs, she was a vision. Blue tight dress that showed off all the right curves, flowing brown tresses, bless her. "I bo-bought these for you." Stefan stuck his hand out awkwardly, as Elena floated over to him and took the flowers from him.
She was already dreading the night. "Thank you, Stefan. I'm going to put these in water and then we can go, okay?"
Stefan nodded quickly.
She pursed her lips before looking at him. "Thanks for agreeing to be my dates months ago. Thank god I have a friend by my side for these terrible events." Elena let out a shallow laugh before turning away.
Too bad Stefan wanted more from this.
"Introducing, Ms. Elena Gilbert and her escort, Mr. Stefan Salvatore."
Elena breathed in and out heavily before stepping out from her side of the staircase, looking out on the other side to meet Stefan's green eyes. Those green eyes meant comfort, reliability. Mimicking his movement until they met the landing, Elena looped her arm through Stefan's before descending down the last flight of stairs into the foyer where the rest of the town was waiting.
The town took this moment to analyzing their growing children, friends, and family. And to judge the latest fashionable dresses that were appearing before them. It's like their own little red carpet show. Hell, there was even a commentator for each couple.
Elena looked around her surrounding and caught sight of Caroline. A quick wave. Next was Bonnie. Another wave. How desperate was she to get away from Stefan, but she had just arrived with him, how rude it would be of her to immediately ditch him for her friends, even if she desperately wanted to.
All of the sudden, the whole crowd was in a stir. Everyone was whispering, like something dramatic was about to happen. Turning her head around, she took a glance at the stairway.
"Introducing, Ms. Andie Starr and her escort, Mr… Damon Salvatore."
There had been a slight hesitant pause before Damon's name, but everyone caught it. Damon Salvatore was at the Founder's Ball, escorting Andie Starr, the local star news reporter for Mystic Fall.
Walking down from her side, Andie Starr was dressed in a Jessica Rabbit inspired dress and dear god, she had the body to just show it off. It was borderline classy and slutty. Damn how some women could pull that off and get away with it. Escorting her, oh my. Damon Salvatore, in his usual appearance. No more the shaggy almost-beard, the slowly appearing mustache, nor the extremely shaggy hair. He was clean shaven, and his hair was trimmed down yet still had that sexy mused hair. And god, did he pull off the black and black tuxedo. His eyes had caught hers, right as they took the last step off the last landing, and suddenly, she wished she had said yes to him. Even if she did have a date. Stefan would understand, right? How she would drop him as a date last minute and go with his brother instead. It was totally reasonable.
Damon winked at her, before steering Andie away towards the bar. Ugh, she despised him. On the bright side, the town had something to talk about, a lot to talk about.
The whole night consisted of long wishful looking at each other, one not willing to admit that they were doing such actions throughout the night. Whenever Damon caught Elena looking, she looked away immediately, and vice versa.
Damon let out a low growl as he knocked back his glass of bourbon, Andie giving him a disapproving look. "These longing eyes get boring, don't they? Let's dance instead." Snaking her hand into his, she dragged him onto the dance floor.
Right besides Elena and Stefan, they danced slowly together, across the floor. Damon's eyes began to burrow into the back of Stefan. She had a date? And that date was with Stefan? 'Are you fucking kidding me? It's Stefan? It's Stefan? Dear sweet fucking jesus, he's more boring than a fucking piece of banana on a piece of shit skewered on a fucking stick.'
As Damon was giving Stefan the stinky eye, Elena engaged in the same act with Andie. 'Are you fucking kidding me? Andie Starr? She's fucking Slutty McSlutterson. She only went with him because she's a fucking groupie who just wants a good fuck and brag.'
"Ladies and gentleman, we will now be engaging in the traditional Founder Ball's dance. Please grab your partners and prepare to initiate the dance."
'Yeah, fuck this.' Damon stepped back and kissed Andie's hand before making his way towards Elena and Stefan. Tapping Stefan's shoulder, Damon stepped forward. "Sorry, Elena. I'm going to have to interrupt. Stefan is just terrible at this. I swear, the last time he participated in this dance, his date ended up at the hospital with a broken toe. I'll save you the disaster, I'd be glad to substitute on Stefan's behalf."
Stefan opened his mouth to object. First, that was like eight years ago. Second, Elena was his date. Elena merely just smiled and stepped into Damon's embrace. Well, fuck. Stefan furrowed his eyebrows and turned on his heels, storming away.
The music began, and so did the dance. Stepping forward and bowing while Elena curtsied, pressing their right hands together, they maintained their eye contact. In that moment, she saw him. He was lonely, desperate, heart broken, but yet, passionate. In that moment, he saw her. She was lost, confused, numb, but yet fierce. They had a chemistry. They knew it. But where to go from here was the question.
As the song ended, they took their bows and curtsies. Beginning another song… "So, Stefan?" Damon tried to bring up the topic casually without having his anger explode like a volcano that has been dormant for years. "Kind of a low blow, wouldn't you think?"
Elena's eyes narrowed the second he said that. "Really, that's what you have to say to me?" She gripped her fingers a little tighter around his bicep, earning her a low deep scowl from Damon's throat. Rage began to build up in her, all she could see was red. What a fucking dick. "Fuck you."
With that, Elena turned around to make a dash, only with Damon hot on her tail. Breaking her way into the Lockwood's study, she turned quickly to close the door behind her only to have a strong force pushing back right as she was about to hear the click. "Don't be this way, Elena." Damon said in a strained voice as Elena pushed all of her body weight against the door. It was no use though; Damon was actually in fit shape, bigger, and stronger. Shoving the door open, Damon made his way through like a bull and closed the door behind him.
"Honestly woman, what is your problem? Everything I say, you snap at me for. If you're going through something, you're going to have to find another way to take out your frustration because I will not be your fucking punching bag anymore!" Damon paced the study back and forth before snapping and looking at her on his last word.
This was about her? This was about her? Elena up to Damon before shoving her finger hard at his chest. "My problem? My problem is YOU. You walk around Mystic Falls like you own this place, like you know what's going on. You know nothing about me, so dare make any assumptions. You thought you could just ask me to be your date, and expect me to say yes the day before the event? You thought you could casually bring up about how I bought your brother to the event, as if I was doing it just because of you? Stop thinking so highly of yourself! I'm done with this. This article will find another author, because I won't deal with you anymore, you arrogant incorrigible asshole with daddy problems!"
Elena turned and rushed towards the door before a strong arm wrapped around her waist and slammed her against a bookshelf. "Don't you dare walk away from me." Damon pinned her arms above her, his hot bourbon breath spreading over her cheek. "Fuck you." Elena blurted out before she felt lips crashing upon hers.
The kiss was bruising, hard, almost smashing their teeth together, and she loved it. It made her feel so god damn alive, a feeling she missed too long. Elena threw her arms around Damon's neck, escaping from Damon's confines, her fingers tunneling into his hair, the silky raven locks that was always sexily messed. His hands trailed down Elena's sides before settling on her waist, pulling her body flush against his. She felt his arousal pressing hard against her thigh, through his trousers and through her dress. Automatically, she felt her body rubbing up and down his crotch in wanton ways.
Damon's hands slid lower, gathering her dress around her thighs until he had enough pulled up to expose her tanned thighs and legs, bunching the dress around her waist, Elena wrapped her right leg around Damon. He lightly trailed his fingertips along the back of her right thigh, giving Elena a tingly sensation. Gripping the back of both thighs, he hoisted her right leg around him too, grabbing a little too roughly onto Elena's backside and massaging her cheeks.
Breaking away the kiss for air, Damon began a trail of butterfly kisses along her jaw, stopping to nibble on her earlobe. Elena made use of her hands, unbuttoning his jacket and vest, shoving both of them off of his toned shoulders. She pressed her hands hard against the planes of his chest, dragging them down slowly, feeling every strain of muscle that was hidden behind the black dress shirt. Tracing every abdominal muscle that made up his six-pack, she dragged her hands back up, causing hot friction between them, before undoing his bowtie, throwing it aside. With no virtue for patience whatsoever, Elena ripped off all the buttons on his shirt, earning her a low primal carnal growl and kiss from Damon. Pulling away from her lips, he attacked her collarbone with more kisses, nips, and licks.
"That was an expensive dress shirt." Damon trailed further down until he made it into the valley of breast. He palmed her right breast which fit so perfectly in his hands, and sucked the skin right below her collarbone. A feathery moan escaped from the lips of Elena. "Mmm, I might get you another. No promises." With that said, Elena once again, dragged her hands over Damon's bare chest, stopping right above his waist line, undoing the black belt, button, and zipper before slipping her hand into his pants. 'Commando as usual.'
Wrapping her hand around his erection, she began stroking it slowly, up and down, base to head. Damon's hip bucked as her warm soft hand engulfed his girth. "No more fooling around." Elena's words came out in a hushed whispered.
Nodding in agreement, Damon slipped his hand under her dress, dragging a single finger down her fabric-covered slit, moisture building up on his fingertip. "Always so prepared for me, Elena." He leaned down and laved her perked nibble through her dress.
Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled the black thong aside before positioning his tip at her core. "God, finally." Pushing himself in, inch by inch, slowly, he filled her up soon with to the hilt. Elena let out a silent scream as Damon filled her up. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the feeling of finally being inside her, so tight, so perfect. After adjusting to his size, Elena bucked her hips forward, urging Damon to move.
With that one motion, Damon moved. Building a slow and steady pace, he soon quickly evolved to a hard, fast, full-fucking pace. Both people's breathing was heavy. Elena dug her nails deeply into Damon's back, surely breaking skin and most likely to leave marks. Damon leaned forward and continued his ministrations to Elena's attentive breasts, before he felt her muscles start to flutter around his erection. He muttered Elena's name underneath his breath as his hard thrusts start to become more erratic.
He snaked his hand between them and started to rub her nub, hard and furious. Elena bit her bottom lip so that she drew blood. The pleasure was coiling up in the pit of her stomach, it was about to come. Damon dragged his lips back up to Elena's and swallowed her moans as she came. His erratic thrusts increased exponentially and as Elena came, one thrust, two thrust, and he fell over after with her, filling her up as she milked him dry.
Pulling away from the kiss, Damon burrowed his face into the crook of her neck as Elena did the same. This moment was in way no comparable or even close to the night he had with Andie last night.
The sheen of sweat between them had caused their body to become slick and with that, Damon leaned in for one more kiss. It was sweet, and innocent, nothing even dirty compared to what they did. Elena swiped her tongue at Damon's bottom lip, who opened his mouth, allowing entrance. Elena began to moan loudly again as Damon's tongue wrestled with her, fighting for dominance, and right at the moment, the door threw open.
"Elena Marie Gilbert! Is that really you? Oh my god, Damon? You go, girl!"
Looking around for Tyler, Caroline was hopelessly wandering up and down the corridors as she heard the sound of soft porn escaping from under the door from the study. Perking up her eyebrow, she pressed her ear against the oak wood as she heard skin slapping skin and the sound of moans. 'Hot sex during the Founder's Ball in the study, eh? Talk about classy.'
Rubbing her hands together in a devious way, she was about embarrass the fuck out of the horny bastards. Placing her hand on the handle, she pressed down and threw the door open only to see a brown hair girl with her blue dress bunched up around her waist and a gorgeous raven-haired man, holding her up against the bookcase.
Her smirk immediately fell from her face as she finally comprehended the scene in front of her.
"Elena Marie Gilbert! Is that really you? Oh my god, Damon? You go, girl!"
Damon immediately pulled out of Elena and set her down before tucking away little Damon into his pants, zipping up. Trying to pull his shirt together, he caught in the corner of his eye, Elena dragging her dress down to the floor. Her messy hair, and puffy lips were a strong indicator that Elena looked… well, thoroughly fucked.
"Soooo… anyone want to explain to me, what's going on or should I grab Stefan?" Caroline closed the door behind her and crossed her arms with a smirk on her face once again.
'Fuck my life.' As they were recently just one, both Damon and Elena thought the same thought.
A/N: Yes, so here's the new chapter! I hope you guys are appreciating the Delena action going on here, as I'm not really experienced in writing smut, at least not yet. xD
I hope one day, I can rewrite this story to give the characters some more dimensions, and you know, better writing as you guys definitely deserve it!
I already have another idea swirling around in my mind, but I want to work on developing it a lot more before I even start to write it unlike this story where I wrote it out on a whim. xD
I'd appreciate constructive criticism and would love love love to hear you feedback. Mucho love. 3