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Elena pulled Damon through the doorway, relieved when an empty bedroom was revealed.
Tyler would probably kill them later, but right now, she didn't care.
All she cared about was Damon dragging her back against him, his mouth dropping to her neck.
His lips were warm on her already flushed skin.
She grabbed his face and kissed his mouth.
His teeth gripped her bottom lip, sliding over it slowly, and sending a shiver through her body.
"Damon," she breathed.
He groaned at the sound of his name on her lips, and picked her up into his arms.
With a few easy steps, he laid her on the bed, lifting himself to hover over her.
His eyes were incandescent, hypnotizing.
They trailed over her, and soon, he was kissing her again.
His hands were everywhere.
Elena tossed her head back as his mouth latched onto the skin of her collarbone, and sucked, hard enough to leave a mark.
She moaned and Damon went into a frenzy, his hands grasping at her clothes, tearing them from her.
She pulled at his shirt, quickly working it over his head, then his lips were back on hers.
She let her hands travel down his chest, feeling him shudder as she did so, until he pulled away, long enough to grab her hands and pin them above her head.
Elena gasped at the maneuver, his abruptness surprising her.
Damon paused momentarily, seeming to hesitate over something.
His head shook, and he let go of her wrists.
But she got the message.
No more exploring.
Gently, she placed her palms on his shoulders, before sliding her arms around his neck.
That seemed to be okay, and Damon deepened the kiss, kicking off his pants.
Elena's leggings were last, leaving her in just her underwear.
If it were anyone but Damon, she may have been embarrassed at being so exposed.
But it was Damon.
And he'd already seen everything she had to hide.
He pulled her up, and expertly unhooked the strap of her bra.
It joined the pile on the floor, and Damon's tongue found her breasts.
She wiggled and moaned at the sensations, never wanting them to end.
But they did, when Damon moved to kiss down her stomach.
She gasped as he placed a final kiss to her covered core, and then he was hooking his fingers through her panties, dragging them down her legs.
She shivered as his mouth replaced them, trailing kisses up her leg, until finally, he reached her center.
His eyes shot up to hers, as he leaned forward.
She bit her lip as his tongue ran up her, and she fought back a scream, when he did it again.
Damon seemed to enjoy her response, so he went for it, locking her legs around his head and sucking all of her against his tongue.
She cried out, grinding against his mouth as he lapped at her.
She'd never felt anything like this as her entire body tensed, looking for some release. She moaned Damon's name, pulling at him until he crawled up her body.
He kissed her hard, and she could taste herself on his lips.
"You're so good," he praised, rubbing against her.
She whimpered as his tip teased her entrance.
"Damon..."
"I know, baby," he breathed, kissing her forehead, "Hold onto me."
Elena nodded, kissing his shoulder as she gripped his back.
Damon aligned them with his hand, and pushed forward slowly, sliding his head in.
Elena's eyes squeezed shut at the pressure.
It was foreign, and not exactly comfortable.
He pushed in a little further, and moaned, "You're so tight, angel."
Elena flinched.
"You're so tight, baby girl," her uncle's harsh whisper caused her to shiver, his fingers curling inside of her.
She tried to pull away, but he was too strong, and had restrained her with a tight rope.
Tears fell hot as he caused more pain in her private area.
She didn't understand why he was doing this. He had hit her when she asked the first time. His other hand touched his own privates as he moved his fingers.
"Such a good girl," he smiled, and she hid her face in the pillow next to her.
"Please," she begged quietly.
He only pushed his hand against her harder, deeper.
"I'm getting you ready," he told her strictly, "Ready for me. So when you're bigger, we can have even more fun."
She whimpered as he sped his movements.
"Now, say thank you."
She closed her eyes against the pain, knowing refusal was pointless.
"Th-thank you."
Elena was pulled from the memory with the sharpest pain yet.
Damon had thrusted forward as she cried out, bringing their hips together, completely burying him inside of her.
She gasped, tears falling down her cheeks now, as her body began to shake.
All she could feel was the pain.
All she could hear was John's voice in her head.
Such a good girl.
"No!" She cried, trying to pull away.
It just made the pain worse, and her heart began pounding.
She couldn't breathe.
Luckily, Damon seemed to sense her fear and pulled away.
Relief filled her as he slipped free and the pain lessened.
"Elena?" He asked, worriedly.
Shame filled her, and she couldn't meet his eyes.
Instead, she pushed past him, moving to gather her clothes.
"Elena, angel, what's wrong?" Damon pleaded, reaching for her arm as she hurriedly dressed.
"Don't!" She warned him harshly.
He dropped his hand like she'd shocked him. "I'm sorry. I just don't-"
"I can't," she rushed, pulling on her shoes, avoiding his gaze, "I'm sorry, I have to go."
"Elena, wait!" He called, but she was already gone.
She didn't look back, couldn't look back, to see if he had followed her.
But the crowd of people below gave her enough cover as she looked for a head of blonde hair.
She found it moments later, outside, as Caroline and Tyler were lip locked by the lake.
She felt bad interrupting, but her need to get away outweighed the embarrassment.
"Hey, Care," she addressed, and her friend looked up.
"Elena, there you are! Hey! Wait...have you been crying? What's wrong?!"
Elena shook her head, "Can we just go, please?"
The blonde eyed her, then nodded, giving Tyler a quick kiss and an "I'll call you later", before putting an arm around Elena.
"Come on, sweetie. Go to the car, and I'll go find Damon. We can-"
"No!" Elena jumped immediately, "Let's just go...now."
Caroline was clearly confused, but didn't press the matter.
Soon they were in the car, pulling away from the party.
Elena sighed in relief.
"So what happened?" Her friend finally asked.
Elena shook her head, "Nothing."
"Bullcrap," Caroline shot, "You're never this upset, and you never, I repeat, never don't want Damon when you're crying. Is this about him? About the kiss?"
Elena felt new tears form, and she let out a sob, "I messed up, Care. I ruined everything! "
Her friend didn't even hesitate to pull the car onto the shoulder of the otherwise empty road.
"How do you mean?" She asked softly.
"Damon," Elena choked, "He...I mean we...it happened so fast, and it was amazing, but then it hurt, and I kept remembering John, and I ran! I just couldn't face him! I couldn't be in there when-"
"Wait," Caroline stopped her, "Rewind. Did you and Damon...hook up? Actually sleep together?!"
Elena nodded slowly and Caroline's mouth fell open, "Oh my God."
"I know, but only sort of," Elena let out a ragged breath, "I didn't mean to really, I don't think. Maybe I did. I don't know! It just felt so good. And it was Damon, you know."
Caroline nodded, "So what happened. I mean...he's...I've heard rumors, of course, but Damon's not really the type to..." She hesitated, "Elena, he didn't make you-"
"Oh, no!" Elena assured her, "God, no! Damon would never! It was just me. I mean, he was saying things, and I had a flashback, and-"
"A flashback?" Caroline swallowed, "You haven't had those in years."
"I know," Elena sighed, "I guess with just everything, and the alcohol...I freaked out. It was so embarrassing, but I just couldn't look at him, Care. I love Damon, so much, I couldn't stand myself if I ruined the way I see him with those memories. I just had to leave."
"I get it," Caroline promised, "But Damon loves you Elena. He's going to torture himself if he thinks he hurt you. You need to talk to him."
"I know," Elena swallowed, "But I can't tonight...I can't face him right now...it can wait until tomorrow."
The blonde sighed, "If you insist."
Damon was confused, but wasn't truly worried until Tyler Lockwood told him that a crying Elena had gotten Caroline to drive her home.
He bit his lip, frantically pulling out his phone again and called her for the fifth time.
Once again, the voicemail greeted him.
God, he'd fucked up.
He should have known better. Should have stopped.
Elena wasn't just another girl to hook up with. He loved her; he always had.
She was his best friend.
But when she was kissing him, begging for him...his body had taken control.
He should have slowed down.
But she liked it!
Everything he'd done, she'd responded to with enthusiasm.
Until he slid inside of her.
He wasn't really sure what happened.
Her tight warmth had began to enveloped him, and Elena had kissed his skin.
Then as he pushed all the way into her, she'd screamed.
He knew it hurt for girls, the first time, but her cry was for more than a little discomfort as her body opened for him.
She had been terrified.
She had ran.
From him.
God, he'd hurt her!
His heartbeat sped up in panic as he tried to call her again.
Still no answer.
"Come on!" He hissed, dialing Caroline's number this time.
Three rings.
"Damon."
"Caroline," he rushed, "Is Elena with you? Is she okay?!"
He heard movement on the other end, silence, then a deep breath.
"She is. We're back in our room at SC. Elena's taking a shower...she told me what happened."
He'd figured as much.
"So tell me," he pleaded, "I don't know what I did. But I didn't mean to hurt her, I swear!"
"I know," Caroline assured him, "It's not you."
"Then what happened?" He urged.
"Being with you...like that...it drug up some memories," Caroline explained.
Damon blinked.
Oh god.
"God, I'm a fucking idiot," he breathed, sinking against the side of the cabin, to sit in the dirt.
"It's not your fault, Damon," the blonde assured him, "But I do think she needs a little time to wrap her head around what happened."
"I need to see her," Damon protested.
"Tomorrow," Caroline told him, "Just give her tonight to work out her thoughts."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Fine...but will you tell her I'm sorry? Please? And tell her I love her."
He could feel her nod through the phone, "She knows. But I'll tell her anyway...I'll take care of her, Damon, don't worry."
"Thanks, Caroline."
"No problem," she assured him, before they hung up.
Damon sighed.
He would just have to crash here tonight.
There was absolutely no way he could go back to Second Chance tonight without going to see Elena.
But she needed space.
And her need had to come first.
She deserved that much.
Sooo...drama lol
Legit drama, considering the circumstance though.
Things will get...interesting son though, so don't worry!
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My husband has to leave out again tomorrow, three months this time (thanks military), and I could really use some positive feedback to distract me. Thanks guys.
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