The One That Didn't Get Away, Chapter Eleven


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Elena stirred, turning over and snuggling into her pillow. She was warm, sleepy and blissfully unaware of the early risers bustling around the campsite. The faint crackling of the campfire and the light wind rustling the tent lulled her into a sense of comfort and tranquillity. She breathed out, a slight smile curved on her lips as she turned her head further into the pillow.

A loud clang, a shout of pain and Elena's eyes flew open.

'Shit!'

'What happened!?' Her Aunts voice grew louder and Elena could hear her panting as if she had just run across the campsite. 'Ric?'

'I'm okay.' Alaric dismissed, but a followed hiss in pain and Elena, despite her mind still foggy with sleep, could easily picture Jenna's look of disapproval. 'It's fine, I burnt my hand on the pot.'

A sigh and Elena knew Jenna would have taken Alaric's hand in her own and would be examining it carefully. 'You're so impulsive.' Jenna's voice had a hint of amusement now that she wasn't so worried. 'What had you so distracted that you grabbed a metal pan that's been burning above a hot fire?'

'Have you seen Caroline this morning 'Alaric's voice was slightly lowered, not wanting others to overhear him.

Elena pictured Jenna shaking her head. 'No. Why?'

'She disappeared into the woods this morning and hasn't come back.'

'She probably went for a walk.'

Elena sat up, rubbing her eyes and shifting herself closer to the wall of the tent. The conversation had her interest piqued.

'Why wasn't Elena with her? And why did she storm off without even acknowledging Damon or me?'

Damon. The name rang bells in Elena's head and she sat up straighter, frowning. Apparently Jenna was having the same thoughts. 'Damon?'

'He's an early riser-' Alaric paused '-well he used to be before...' He trailed off, but the unspoken words were clear before Damon was famous. Damon's fame obviously had a larger negative on the twos relationship then they were letting on. Alaric dismissed the thoughts as he steered the conversation back on track. 'He helped set up the campfire, when Caroline appeared he went quiet. Shortly after he left, followed the path down to the Lake.'

Does everyone know about our lake now? Elena shook her head and glanced around her, stopping in her tracks, her breath halting in her throat. She wasn't in her own tent. She had no idea where she was. She froze when she heard Damon's voice outside the tent. 'Jenna.' He acknowledged. 'Good morning.' His voice was brisk, and the previous couple's conversation trailed to a stop. 'Wasn't expecting you to be up so early.'

Jenna cleared her throat, struggling to speak. 'I'm usually up an hour after Ric.'

'Right.' There was a pause and Alaric coughed drawing Damon's attentions. 'How long till you're ready for food? I would like to head out before noon, the hiking trail is a good half a day's walk.'

'It's not me you need to worry about. By the quiet emptiness around here I'm pretty sure everyone else is still soundly snoring.' Elena pictured Damon's smirk. 'Suggest you wake them up.'

'I was giving them till ten-'

'Damon, can you…?' Jenna's voice cut in, but quickly trailed off again.

'Oh, right, yeah.' Damon chuckled. 'I'm going.'

Elena watched as Damon's shadow grew closer to the tent. She backed up into the corner and watched as the zip slowly unzipped. She was in Damon's tent? Why was she in Damon's tent? She looked down at herself and her eyes grew wider. She was only in her bra and pants. She jumped to action, grabbing the blanket that had been under the sleeping bag and wrapping it around herself just in time to watch Damon poke his head around the edge of the tent, spot her and then climb the rest of the way inside. 'Good you're awake.' He was clad in loose fitting joggers and his muscled chest was bare. A towel was wrapped around his neck and his skin was still glistening with water droplets. No wonder Jenna had felt so awkward and Ric had been so rigid. Elena swallowed and dragged her eyes away from his chest catching sight of his smug amused smile.

'What the hell?' Elena clutched the blanket further around herself and shuffled backwards away from Damon. The tent was smaller than hers and the minimal distance between her and Damon was not putting her at ease. Especially not dressed the way he was now. She clenched her thighs together. 'Why am I in here?'

Damon opened his mouth, eyes roaming over her and snapped his jaw shut. A smirk found its way onto his lips. 'And a good morning to you too.' He sat down and zipped the tent up behind him.

'Damon.' Elena warned. 'What happened?' She couldn't have done anything, could she? She would remember if she did and she hadn't drunk anything. What the hell was going on? She pushed the churning feeling in her stomach to the back of her mind, it was only there because she felt sick of the possibility of doing anything with him. Not for any other reason. Well, that's what she told herself.

His eyes sparkled and his smile grew. He crawled a little closer to her, his voice low and husky. 'Well Elena. Last night you and I-'

Elena cut off his taunting when she launched herself at him, catching him unawares he fell backwards and Elena landed on top of him. She punched his chest with her fists. 'You're disgusting. You horrible self-centred arrogant prick.'

Damon grabbed her wrists and held them in one hand. 'Elena.' His voice was low, barely audible. Her struggling on top of him was pressing him in the wrong places. He gritted his teeth together as a spark of electricity flew down his body to his lower regions. 'Elena!'

Elena paid no notice, trying to pry her wrists from his grasp with all her strength so she could hit him again. What was he thinking? The pig. She struggled some more before Damon shifted, his hand coming up to her shoulder and his leg wrapping around her waist. Before she knew it she was underneath him and he had her hands gripped above her head and his thighs were pressed on either side of her hips, holding her still. 'What the-?' She trailed off, watching the wild glint in Damon's eyes. 'Oh.' She whispered, realisation dawning.

She stopped struggling and watched Damon close his eyes in restraint. 'You don't remember?' It was phrased as a question but spoken more of a statement.

He partially opened his eyes and locked them onto hers. She frowned. 'I don't remember what?'

'Last night.' Before she could reply he shook his head. 'You had some argument with Blondie after I turned her down. You ended up sitting in rain, freezing to death.' His eyes were serious, pinning her down mentally as well as physically. 'If I hadn't gotten to you when I did, warmed you up, you would have gotten hypothermia.' He grimaced.

Elena bit her lip, noticing the way Damon's eyes flashed down to her lips and back up. 'Oh.' She muttered.

'You're an idiot.' Damon growled, shoving her wrists back before releasing them. 'You know that right?' He sighed, running a hand down his face. 'You could have died.'

The silence that passed between them was deafening. If she had died, or fallen seriously ill, it would have broken her family. She didn't want to think about it so she changed the topic. 'You turned Caroline down?'

Damon's eyes flashed back to hers from where he had been staring behind her head. He stared at her, his blue eyes piercing. She felt a twist in her stomach. Maybe it wasn't the best line of questioning. 'I did.' He shifted and it alerted Elena to their current position. He was on top of her, with no shirt and in loose joggers. The blanket had slipped down so the top of her bra was just visible. Her whole body tightened and unwillingly her breaths increased.

Her reaction did not go unnoticed by Damon but instead of taunting her, or smirking, he simply stared at the rise and fall of her chest. Fuck. He thought, he couldn't move, not now, he had to wait till he calmed down.

The two stared at each other for what felt like an eternity but Elena was sure was only a few seconds before she panicked. She couldn't be in this position, feeling like this! She tried to move, shove Damon off her but his hands landed on her shoulders and pinned her back down. 'Get off me.' She spat.

Her eyes were mad, lit with fire and she moved her head back and forth trying to free herself. Damon felt his groin harden further, she was so sexy and appealing squirming underneath him. 'Stop it.' He growled. 'Stop moving.' He tightened his grip on her shoulders. 'Now.'

She bucked her hips up to get him to back off but he pushed down at the same time. Her core came into contact with his shaft through their clothes, a spark shot down to her heat and she stilled immediately a small whimper escaping her closed lips.

'Shit.' Damon felt himself slipping, and tried to push himself away from her but she had locked herself around him. Her hands had moved without either of them realising to gripping his shoulders and one of her bare legs had wrapped itself around his waist as she had been struggling. 'I can't-'

Elena watched Damon struggle for control, feeling the same turmoil inside herself. Her body ached, pent up with sexual frustration from the days of ignoring it. She groaned, closing her eyes and tried to push the feeling away. 'Damon.' It was meant to be a warning, but it came out as a small moan. She snapped her mouth closed and opened her eyes just in time to watch Damon's harden.

The small moan Elena unwittingly made snapped something inside him and he, before thinking, smashed his lips down onto hers. Their lips moulded perfectly and he groaned at the contact.

Elena struggled at first, her stubbornness and resistance to him trying to conquer her physical attraction but when his hand slipped down to her bare leg around his waist and hitched her higher she felt the heat between her legs heat up and his small groan at feeling her wetness broke her. She lifted her head and kissed back, arms moving around his neck and held him to her.

Their kissing was feverish, desperate and needy. He moved his lips to her neck and she arched her back, pressing herself into him. She bit her lip and he moved his own back to hers, mouths open, tongues darting in and out. Damon's hands slipped under the blanket, finding the bare skin of her stomach. Elena moaned at the feeling of his hot hands on her skin and buckled into him. He broke their lips, panting before swooping in to capture them again.

Elena's hands roamed his chest, tracing his contoured muscles and alternating between running her hands through his hair. She groaned as his hands brushed the underside of her bra, her eyes catching his as his fingers trailed over the fabric feeling her nipples harden. 'God.' She closed her eyes as his other hand trailed downwards, tracing the edge of her panties.

Damon watched her eyes open, pupils dilated and filled with lust. He trailed one finger over the fabric over her core and watched her eyes slip closed again, a long drawn out moan passing her lips.

Elena rubbed herself down against his hands, she wanted the contact, needed the contact and he wasn't giving it to her. She groaned when he finally let his fingers slip under the hem of her panties and brush against her wet core. She held back a shout of pleasure as his finger rubbed her clit and she felt fireworks shoot through her body. She needed this. Just this once. She pushed herself against him again and felt his finger rub against her deliciously. Her moans were pants for breath as he slipped one finger inside her. Her eyes shot open, locking onto his as he felt her muscles tighten around his finger. Convulsing. She rolled her hips into his hand as he slipped his finger out and slowly back in. She needed more! She reached for his head and smashed her lips back onto his and felt his control weaken as he began to pump his finger in and out of her.

Damon felt her muscles tightening around his finger and knew she was close, so he flicked her clit with his thumb and curled a finger inside her.

Elena felt her body tighten up, as if she was an elastic band stretched tight, and one more flick from Damon and her whole body reached the edge. She arched her back against him, trying to hold off the oncoming orgasm.

'Damon? How long does it take you to get changed?'

Jenna's voice shocked Elena and her eyes flew open locking onto Damon's in panic. She was too close. His eyes were alert and he mimed a shhing motion with his finger, locking on hand over her mouth so she couldn't make a sound.

'Just one minute.' Damon gritted his teeth, trying to sound normal as he watched Elena give up her fight and tumble over the edge. 'I lost my other shoe.' Elena thrashed beneath him and he pinned her down.

Elena barely heard Damon's voice as she felt her body give in and slide over the edge of oblivion. Roles of pleasure rolled through her body and she thrashed underneath his body feeling her body explode. She bit on Damon's hand to stop her screams as she unravelled beneath him.

Once she felt her orgasm start to fade, small waves shooting through her she slumped back against the floor of the tent. Damon was watching her, eyes aroused but alert. She remembered Jenna's voice and shot up, swayed a little. 'Shit.' Realisation came flooding back and she scrambled for the blanked wrapping it back around herself. 'What the hell did we just do?'

Damon's eyes were guarded. 'Elena.'

She held her hand up, ignoring the pleasure thrumming through her body at the release. 'No.' She swallowed. 'That will not happen again.'

Damon's eyes said otherwise but he remained quiet.

'I'm going.' Elena scrambled up onto her knees and looked for her clothes.

'Your clothes are still soaked.' Damon was reaching for his bag. 'Use this jumper.' He handed her the material and she took it gratefully, sliding it over her head and combing her hands through her hair. Before Damon could say anything else she scooted towards the tent door and unzipped it, stepping out into the cool air.

She hadn't accounted for Alaric, still standing by the campfire stove. He turned. Looked at her. She bit her lip. 'Shit.' She cursed. She had a lot of explaining to do by the confused, shocked look Alaric was sending her. 'Alaric, listen-'


A.N/ Call this a late Christmas and New Years Eve present ;). I hope you liked it. (I'm still shy with posting smut, so I hope it's okay for you all) I thought my loyal readers deserved a present because of my crap updating. I still have so much college work, but on the bright side, I'm single again so that should leave more time for writing! :D. Also I got a new netbook for Christmas! YAY!

As always, this chapter is not beta'd. See any major mistakes PM me and I shall fix them as quickly as possible! :).

Anyway, I know this chapter was short and not at all to do with plot, but... you know. It kinda happened.

I shall update when I can, keep reading!

Thanks
- N. xx


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