Please dont kill us because of this and do not think we are some kind of sick people who adore this stuff, haha. This chapter is btw only Damon's point of view and chapter 12 will only be Elena's.
Like I already said this isn't who we usually are or what we usually think about! It was funny when we wrote it! So ENJOY and dont stop reading because of this! :']


Chapter Eleven

Damon

Elena already left to get some more stuff at the boarding house and said to meet me at school.

This was the right time to begin with my plan. Operation Hot Elena!

I opened her closed and started looking for something that would be perfect. 'Damn Elena, why don't you have useful clothes?' I muttered.

When I saw a black dress I picked it out of the closet and looked at it.

'I only have to cut the sleeves off and make it a little bit shorter. Then it will be perfect,' I smirked and went searching for a pair of scissors. I just started to cut the dress when I heard footsteps.

'Elena, what are you doing?' Jeremy asked. I turned around and locked eyes with the pair of the confused brother.

'Er… making a dress?' I said with a big smile.

'Okay, hurry up before we are late.'

'Yeah yeah, go ahead, I'll see you there.' Jeremy nodded and left the room.

I smiled when I saw the dress was done. 'Now some shoes.' Damon, you're making clothes, this womanthing is going straight to your head.

Thank god that Elena had some black high heels in her closet or I needed to forget this whole plan.

I threw the dress and the shoes on her bed and walked back to the bathroom. I searched for the curling iron and put it in the socket.

'Ok, how does this work?'

'Hey Damon.' I turned around and almost put my hand on the hot iron.

'Katherine?'

'Long time no see.' she looked at me with her evil smile. Why is this bitch here, and why does she know I'm Damon?

'How do you…'

'I know everything, baby.'

'No seriously, how do you know?'

'I have my people,' she said and walked my way.

'You know something, don't you?' I growled.

'Maybe… And I see you are trying to curl your hair like mine, I figured everybody wants to be like me.'

'Yeah Katherine, everybody wants to be a bitch who's only loved by herself and will therefore die alone.'

'Ouch.'

'What do you know?' I asked while looking in the mirror.

'Do you really think that I'm going to tell you what I know?' she laughed and in a second she was standing right next to me. 'You know I can kill you in a second, don't you?' she said, her breath stroking my skin.

'Just leave, I don't want you here and I need to go to school.'

'Damon, caring about school. I'm impressed.'

'I'm doing it for Elena. But seriously, can you go now? I'm busy.'

'You do not even know how to use that thing,' she smirked, 'so let me help you.'

I sat down on the edge of the bath tub while Katherine took the curling iron in one hand and a brush in the other. If I had to be honest, I was really scared. She could do painful things with anything, so something that produced that kind of warmth was no exception. It was even worse.

'Relax, Damon. If I wanted to kill this killerbody, I would've done it already a long time. Even before you came here in Mystic Falls.' Her finger ran tantalizing slow along my arm and ended on my bare shoulder, which made me realize I only wore a set of lacy underwear, nothing more.

I swallowed, but let Katherine run her fingers through my hair and scratch her nails along my skull. A shuddering breath left my throat, it resulted in a feminine giggle from Katherine.

When she curled my hair I felt a burning hot sensation crawl up my spine, and not only because it was warm and so close to my skin, but also because Katherine's free hand was roaming my back.

She had hardly pronounced the word 'done' or I already rose to my feet and stood in front of the mirror to check the result out. It looked more than fine, she hadn't done anything funny with it, so I turned around to thank her and there she was, mere inches away from me.

'Thanks,' I gulped, the blood in my veins boiling and something hot flutter in the pit of my stomach. Damn you, Katherine, I cursed in my head. She still had the same effect on me.

Her hands softly gripped my hips and gently trailed up to place her fingers on the edge of the dark purple bra. I swallowed loudly.

'I'm bored, I need some fun,' she smirked. My brows knit together, but before I could ask what she was trying to explain to me, she leaned in. Her lips felt tender and soft against mine, but the kiss grew heated too soon and I felt one of her hands fist into my hair and the other one sneaked into my bra to cup one of my breasts.

I moaned into her mouth while our tongues fought for dominance and she pushed me roughly against the sink, the cold marble feeling pleasant against my smoldering skin.

We broke apart to gasp for air, pants tumbling over our lips and into the tensed air between us. She looked hungrily at me, like it wasn't strange for her to kiss someone who practically was her, and I really couldn't care less. I had loved the woman in front of me for already many years and it wasn't that hard to forget everything she had done to me, Elena and all the others just to enjoy this moment. So I didn't hesitate to launch myself on her again and reconnect our lips.

We moved to the bed and she straddled my hips, she sucked on my pulse point and scraped her teeth along the sensitive skin. When she bit me my fingers slipped underneath her shirt and got up to her breasts. Now it was her turn to let an uncontrollable sound escape in between our tongues.

She pushed me back into the mattress and got of off me to readjust her shirt and hair and smile devilishly. 'Sorry Damon, you have to go to school.' She wiggled her eyebrows and waved before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

I groaned loudly, my pulse throbbing and an itching ache between my legs. 'Jesus holy motherfucking Christ, Katherine! A ladyboner is not something I can bear a whole day long!' But I knew she wouldn't obey any of my begs, so I got up on my shaky legs, got in the dress and heels and tried to fix the mess my hair had become. A layer of make-up was needed to cover the hickey and bite mark in my neck.

I sighed and tried to ignore the throbbing in my body. 'Let's do this. Damon Salvatore goes back to high school!'