Sunday Morning Death
'I know I am behaving badly, but I have every intention of behaving badly. As a matter of fact, this is exactly the kind of situation where one should behave badly.'
The Quiet American (1958) . . .
"I don't- I mean- what? Half of my basketball team ganged up on you..." Stefan's face wrinkles in tension. "All for what? Because you're dating my brother?"
"For dating both of you..." I reply sarcastically.
Stefan shrugs playfully. "It's not our fault that we're good-looking and good with women."
"Stefan!" I practically screech. Oh sure, it's all fun in games for him. Not like he has a reputation to worry about.
"Sorry." He's trying not to laugh and failing miserably. "I'm just having a hard time understanding what happened."
"You wouldn't be laughing if you had been there." Just thinking about Friday night leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
"I would have punched Troy." Stefan says suddenly seriously.
"Damon said you would have."
"But not like brother. I actually believe in mercy."
"What do you mean?" I press for an explanation.
"I would have knocked Troy out with one hard blow." Stefan says in a voice that reminds me of Damon. It's very, very creepy considering they are nothing alike.
"Oh." I say with my tongue caught.
"Yeah."
"I bet you're relieved that basketball season is months away." I say attempting to lighten the mood.
"Yeah." Stefan lets out a breath. "It'd be hard to be team captain and face them on the floor after how they treated you."
"I'm sorry."
"You have no reason to be sorry." He says seriously. "Now that I think about it, I could always make their lives hell on the team."
"That doesn't sound like you at all." I say, narrowing my eyes.
"I'd do anything for someone I love... even kill for them."
Again with the creepy, Stefan!
"We should cap this breakfast before one us ends up weepy." I joke with a wink.
"Ha Ha." Stefan grins standing up from the booth ready to leave. He looks down at me expectantly.
"Stefan, you haven't paid the check."
"Right, be right back."
My dear friend: always the ditz. I patiently wait for him to pay and then we head out to his car.
"Am I taking you home?" He asks putting the key in the ignition.
"Actually, mind dropping me off at yours?"
"I'm not going... oh yeah." He pauses. "You want to see Damon, don't you?"
I shoot him a sheepish smile.
"He's likely still asleep." Stefan says in a warning voice.
"I don't care. He wakes me up all the time."
Stefan narrows his eyes at me, but sighs pulling out of the parking lot, knowing that I've made up my mind.
Once we arrive at the boarding house, Damon's car is parked in its usual spot meaning Stefan is probably right.
It feels a little awkward to wait for Stefan to open his door just so I can be with his brother.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Stefan says reluctantly.
"Have a good time at the falls." I say with a parting wave.
"Wish I could change your mind about coming."
"I would, but I haven't even started on any of my homework."
A frown crosses Stefan's face so deep that it wrinkles. "That's not like you. You shouldn't let him distract you. I don't want you to regret being..."
I cut him off, because frankly he doesn't have the right to lecture me. "I just want to surprise him. No big deal. I'll be home in no time."
"Alright." Stefan shrugs in defeat before leaving.
I swallow gaining confidence while walking to Damon's room. I turn the knob and hope that it's unlocked. Success, it is! I pop a bit of my head into the room to confirm that my boyfriend is still asleep. Very slowly, I begin to walk inside the room. I try my best to quietly shut the door and I lock it out of habit. Damn, my shoes are making too much noise, so I bend down to take off my patent leather Mary Jane's. I feel less nervous now that my every step no longer makes a squeak against the wooden floor.
Damon looks boyishly cute asleep as I take a better look at him. Only his bare shoulders are showing since he's buried under the dark red comforter. I bite my lip walking closer to his body. Trying my best not to choke in the process, I attempt to uncover him. He's shirtless as expected. It's strange realizing that this is my first time seeing him shirtless while he's seen nearly all of me.
My eyes continue to linger on his muscles before glancing up to notice a tiny smirk on his face. I huff in annoyance. "Jerk! Quit the act. I know you're awake."
Instantly, Damon's blue eyes snap open landing on mine.
With what feels like inhumane speed, he pulls me into bed with him, leaving me breathless. It's a strange sideways place to be in, I move around and end up straddling his waist. Gee golly am I grateful that he is wearing boxers as I land directly on his bulge. I don't comment on it, despite how flustered I must look. I'm sure Damon will continue our conversation from the blood bank.
I sigh looking down at him. "How long have you been awake?"
"When you failed to be sneaky." He replies with a cocky smirk. "I heard you removing your shoes."
I look at him in disbelief that he pretended for this long.
"I'm a light sleeper."
"Now I know." I mutter.
Damon starts tickling my sides making me wiggle on top of him. Hell, I think I stopped breathing. He's on attack to kill me with laughter.
"How did you get in?" He asks in an interrogative voice.
"Stefan. Damon. Please, stop. Stefan let me in." I say through my laughter.
I stare at him attempting to decide what's off about him this morning.
He stops tickling my sides and warily stares back at me. "What?"
"Your hair." I smile with satisfation.
"What about it?"
I lean closer to run my hands through the softness. "It's natural."
I'm willing to bet my savings account that he's blushing a tad bit. I kiss his eyebrow, cheek, neck and he's making little noises in appreciation. I keep going down his neck, pressing kisses on his collarbone and continue toward uncharted territory. Today I'm Elena The Explorer. His chest is incredible, even firmer than I ever imagined as I touch him. I love how smooth it is. I can't stop kissing him. Damon's eyes stay close enjoying the unwavering pampering. I'm amazed by my confidence as I move lower. I'm not sure if I can handle giving him head. It feels like we're skipping a step? I should get used to holding him, touching him down there first.
Kiss after kiss, I don't stop. Wait, I pause seeing something that makes me want to faint. My body freezes in place. There's no way I'm wrong because I'm the daughter of a doctor. I know what different wounds look like.
Damon appears grumpy, seeing my pensive expression. "Elena. What's wrong? Why did you stop?"
"When did you get shot?" I ask touching the scar as if it could still hurt him.
"During the war." He says impatiently.
"War! You were in the war?" I'm utterly amazed by this revelation. "Why didn't tell me?"
Damon scoffs like it's not a big deal. But it is.
"You never asked." He retorts.
"I can't believe you went to Korea!" I exclaim in shock.
Damon flips us over, so he's the one on top. He presses into me. He brings the comforter over our heads creating a private little space for us. He begins to kiss my neck and my ear.
"You know, I'm much more interested in what's happening here than what happened in a foreign country." He murmurs kissing my ear.
"My boyfriend was drafted." I whisper to myself getting used to the reality. I realize that I've never talked to anyone his age that went to the war.
"It happens." He blows air against me.
"But you're so young!" He could have died in the war, but instead he lived to meet me and be my boyfriend.
"I'll be 22 next month." He reminds me and sits up to unbutton my cardigan.
"Jer wasn't drafted." I say still clinging to the conversation.
"Luck of the draw. The government works in nifty ways." He says sarcastically.
"My dad would have volunteered as a field surgeon." I let out a quick breath. "But he didn't because my mom died."
Damon stops undressing me and pops our heads out of the comforter to see me in the daylight shining through his window. "In a car accident?"
"Yeah. She was driving over Wickery Bridge and lost control of her car." I say in a steady voice.
Damon gives me a sympathetic look and softly kisses my cheek. It's amazing how calm Damon can make me feel despite our intimate positions.
"Did Stefan tell you about our old man?" He asks curiously.
I frown in confusion. "No, Stefan's super secretive about your family."
"Dad was a mechanic- not cars like me. He worked on fighter jets and planes, mostly for the military." He says coolly. "He volunteered to work in Korea for the money... it sounded like a good excuse to leave us."
"Did he die over there?" I ask hesitantly.
Damon nods. "In a technical accident, not in combat."
"Is that why you guys moved here?"
Damon hums in agreement. "Stefan's a minor and required by law to live with a 'responsible' guardian."
"Your uncles then." I fill in the blanks.
My mind continues to process the information. "But you weren't a minor. You didn't have to leave Atlanta... Why move? To be with Stefan?" I study him curiously, looking for any clues in his body language.
He grunts softly and rolls away from my body.
I turn to him on my side. "What's your deal with Stefan?" I ask bluntly, I've been wondering for two years.
He groans clearly not wanting to talk about his brother. "Damon." I say placing my hand in his hair, once again enjoy how soft it feels.
Damon puckers before biting his lips. "It is what it is, Elena. The Stefan you know is all about citizenship and good deeds. He's optimistic to an annoyingly obsessive level. He tries to be nothing like me."
"Yeah but so what..."
"We've been getting into it since I came home. Let's just say that I handled our dad's death differently. I was alright, almost happy about it."
"I don't understand." I say concerned, my ears couldn't believe what they were hearing.
"Stefan remembers dad as an all-American patriotic guy. While I remember him as an abusive jackass that tried to take shots at my baby brother." He says dejected.
I quickly blink away the tears that I feel forming. I don't think crying would be a good idea. "That's horrible."
"It's over." He says seriously in a convincing voice. "I never think about it now."
The determination in Damon's voice sounds like we'll never breach this topic again.
For a few minutes of silence, we stay quiet while curled against each other. I feel guilty for ruining his playful mood.
So I'm dating a veteran... that's kind of sexy, I have to admit. Way more interesting than any of the previous guys that I've dated. I squirm happily a bit thinking about it.
"What's so funny?"
"You. Uniform." I say in a swooning voice.
"Now I remember why I avoided telling you." He rolls his eyes, attempting to keep his cool persona.
"You sexy soldier!" I exclaim in a high-pitched voice teasing him.
"Stop." He says and I wonder if he's faking his annoyance.
I give him a cheeky smile and in retort, he hits me with another tickle attack.
"Okay, okay, no more army talk." I say squirming underneath him.
"I have something to give you." Damon announces after he stops tickling me. He presses his pelvis into me, the bulge has returned in full force.
"Uh okay." I reply apprehensively, mentally preparing for upcoming lewdness.
"I'm supposed to give it to you next week."
"Damon. What the hell are you talking about?"
"Next week is our one month anniversary."
"Yes." I reply dumbfounded. Damon is keeping track? I never saw that coming.
"I already have your gift. Can I give it to you now?"
"Uh." I'm still reeling from the fact that he kept track.
"I'm anxious. Don't make me wait another 7 days." He explains.
Meanwhile, his bulge continues to poke at me. Is it not going to go away this time?
"Elena?" He calls out in question.
I must have zoned out. "Yeah. Go ahead, if you can't wait."
He leans slightly over me to open the drawer on the nightstand. I hear the shuffling before he comes back to the bed.
Damon drops a small velvet drawstring bag on my chest. I glance at him in wonder. I pick it up and untie the knot. My hand dips in touching something cold and I know it must be jewelry. I pull the item out slowly... it's a necklace. He bought me a silver chain with a heart pendent, the front of the heart is a dark blue stone, the back is silver. My eyes squint reading the engraving in tiny letters: DE FOREVER.
Forever.
Forever? I'm speechless. Damon thinks we're meant to be. It feels like my heart is stuck in my throat. The probability of us staying together is not rational. I'm trying to understand why he's fixated on 'forever'. Then it hits me. This has nothing to do with me...
"Lord!"
"You like it right?" He asks with uneasy eyes.
"I love it." I make a show of putting it on. "I- wow- you must be a fatalist."
"Come again?"
"You believe in fate." I say matter-of-factly.
"What about fate?" He's confused by the choice of topic.
Was he like this as a kid? What else does he think is meant to be? I laugh because my boyfriend is a fatalist and I'm a woman of science. We are polar opposites.
"What's so funny?" He grumbles with a suspicious face.
"You're sweet." I say trying to make him blush.
Damon makes a face that reminds me of an angry puppy which only makes him cuter, especially with his messy bed hair. He's about to get defensive, but before he says anything... I kiss him. I learned quickly that kissing helps with his mercurial temperament.
We kiss a bunch- all types of kisses- long, short, with tongue and so on. He tumbles us all over the bed until we're back to how we started with me straddling his hips.
Damon's hands go under my skirt stroking my thighs. "These should always go in your yes pile." He says pulling on the top of my garters. I'm wearing stockings which match my dressy clothes that I only wear on Sundays.
I smile and reply with a kiss. He sits up a little to unbutton my shirt. He gets it open in mere seconds. I sigh as both of his hands move up to cup my breasts. Sitting up to fully kiss my cleavage line, I can tell that he's heating up more. His lips feel more savage.
Damon tumbles us again until I'm the one underneath. He makes quick work of sliding off my skirt. I'm left wearing only my bra, underwear, garter belt with stockings. He appreciates the sight of me very much, I can tell by the way he's biting on his lips as he decides what to do next. Damon slides his hands up and down my stocking clad legs, becoming fascinated by the exposed skin of my thighs. "So perfect. So only mine." I hear him practically growl.
He hums for a second looking for the forgotten comforter, before grabbing it and making a pod covering us both. He gets on top of me, resting in between my legs. My heart skips from this intimate experience; this is the most that we've ever been undressed together.
Damon wraps his arms around me to pin me flat against him. I feel him smirk against my lips before he kisses me. And then, there's nothing but feeling as his pelvis moves against mine. Huh, so now I know why Elvis' performance gets girls hot. I'm feeling hot and... tingly down there.
His lips detach from mine to kiss my neck. He's sucking on my neck and I swear the bulge feels harder now. I'm unconsciously gasping at the friction between our bodies. Without warning, he rolls off startling me. I feel the distinct loss of his body weight. Damn and I was just getting used to the feeling. I turn on my side to question what happened. He's breathing a tad irregular and appears strained. This is new...
His head turns to look at me. "You drive me crazy."
Should I apologize? I don't know what to say. I stare back with wide eyes of uncertainty.
Damon turns on his side, mimicking me and scoots over. His right hand comes up to touch my face and neck. He scoots further to kiss me. I smile and happily return the kiss. It's a gentle one. He pulls on my bottom lip before letting go.
"Elena. Touch me." He practically begs, motioning down to the space between our bodies.
"I don't..." I choke and the look on his face is devastating.
"I don't know how." I say, feeling my cheeks burn what has to be a bright red.
His right hand squeezes my hip bone.
"Do you want to touch me?" He asks and his eyes never looked so dark.
I swallow at the question. There's no going back from here. This is monumental for me. "Yeah." I manage in a surprisingly even voice.
A tiny smirk crosses his face. "Perfect girlfriend." He whispers before aggressively kissing me. My lips are stinging from the pressure when he pulls away.
Damon moans while cupping my breasts still contained by my bra. I can feel the excitement radiating off him.
He clears his throat, making me pay attention to him. "Okay. Uh. I want you to touch me first. Then I'll touch you." He raises a brow. "That way we can have fun together... it's better this way."
I don't agree or disagree. I just wait to see what to do next. He looks at me curiously before reaching for my hand and I don't fight the movement. I let him have my hand, while my heart feels like it will explode.
Damon places my hand on his boxer-covered bulge. "Just feel me Elena." He commands assuringly removing his hand. I look at him and he nods to do it. I swallow thickly and run my fingers up and down him. He lets out a breath before closing his eyes, looking more peaceful.
My fingers continue their exploration and my opinion about third base is improving. "Good girlfriend, now wrap your hand around me." Damon requests with his eyes still closed.
I bite my lip and follow his directions. "Try gripping me softer and then harder." He prompts. I do it and notice him squirm a bit. "Good." He declares resolved.
I anxiously glance at him. He opens his eyes to wiggle out of his boxers. He pecks my cheek while reaching for my hand. My racing heart returns, but I don't want to let him down.
My hand gently touches his penis and it twitches making me squeal and pull away. Damon looks at me for a second before bursting into laughter.
"You scared me!" I say pouty and utterly alarmed.
"Not intentionally!" He says through his laughter. It's a nice laugh.
"Is it..."
"What Elena?"
"Is it going to twitch... when, um, you know- it's inside me?"
"Hm, good question. Wanna find out?" Damon answers with wolfish grin.
I roll my eyes and place my hand back on him. He's taken aback for a second, not expecting that I would touch him without instruction. How interesting, it feels soft, but hard at the same time. It's the softest thing that I've ever felt. My fingertips run up and down the length in faster movements and Damon hisses in reaction.
"It's gonna twitch again if you keep that up." He says through clenched teeth.
He was right. It twitched again. It's fascinating. The scientist in me wants to continue experimenting. I want to see it twitch more! I let go to move down the bed.
"Uh, Elena?" Damon asks awkwardly sitting up a bit.
My face is now next to his pelvis. It's kind of... pretty. I don't know. It's the first real penis I've seen. Much better than the ones in my dad's medical books. With one finger, I stroke it, watching it twitch before my eyes and I giggle.
"Laughing while you're down there is not a good habit." Damon comments dryly.
I wrap my hand around his penis in retort and he gasps, shutting up. I can feel it pulse in my hand. I squeeze him gently.
"Okay, girlfriend. Keep your hand wrapped like that while sliding up and down." He instructs in a needy voice.
I stroke him once from base to head. "Like that?"
"Yes." Damon hisses in appreciation. "Keep doing that."
I bite my lip and stroke him on repeat.
"I love your small hand." He mumbles. "So soft."
Damon seems to be enjoying it so I keep stroking him.
"Doll." He moans in a needy voice. "Come up here. Want to kiss and touch you."
I let go of him to crawl up the bed.
I watch him grab his penis in one hand and I look down to see him stroking himself in a steady rhythm.
He moans a little. "Elena, take off your underwear."
It takes a little time to remove them, because of the stockings I'm wearing while Damon continues to touch himself next to me. I realize that watching him being exposed like this makes me feel extra feverish.
Once I'm completely naked, I look at him expectantly for further instructions. "I want you to continue touching me. But this time... Watch how I do it..." He explains. I look down to watch his hand's motions. "See how my thumb touches the head when I stroke up. Try to do the same, okay?"
I nod and he lets go, letting me take over. I position my thumb the way he wants it and stroke him a few times, looking at him for a sign of approval. He enthusiastically nods for me to keep going. I don't even have to think about it anymore, I know just what to do to make him feel good.
Damon's hand crawls over to me, squeezing my thigh. It dips to my core making me jump slightly in anticipation.
"Spread your legs." He softly orders while looking at me through hazy eyes.
I shiver feeling his single finger in between my nether lips. He strokes the outside occasionally grazing my button. My lips part in an o-shaped gasp.
"Stroke me faster now and don't stop." Damon says in a tight voice. I've never seen him wrecked before and I find the sight mesmerizing.
My hand increases in pace and he nods in approval. He shifts slightly on the bed to french kiss me. I can hardly think between the kissing and mutual touching.
"You're so wet for me." Damon snickers proudly in between kisses. His index finger explores my warmth until he gently presses it inside me. He never dips too far, remaining wary of accidentally popping my cherry.
My hips automatically roll against his hand. I can feel his finger moving back and forth against my walls. My body is screaming out for more of everything.
We continue to kiss and touch until we're both coiling against the mattress and each other. His thumb moves up to press on my button, he taps it over and over. My body reacts right away and I pull away from his lips overwhelmed with emotion. His expression nearly mirrors my own as we both gasp in pleasure. I stroke him tighter and faster as moans of satisfaction leave his lips.
I begin to feel the burning tension as my hips continue moving against his hand. I know what's coming now as my muscles tighten. My body has already started shaking as I'm prepared to welcome my little death. I'm panting in pleasure, overwhelmed by the wonderful feeing and my head drops slightly against his shoulder. But I remember quickly to keep stroking him.
I can't wait to see what will happen.
Damon removes his hand from my core and I move away from him to get some air. He brings the finger that was inside me to his lips and sucks on it. I feel warm again at the sinful sight. He chuckles closing his eyes.
My hand is getting tired and I'm staring to wonder if I'm doing something wrong...
Damon looks relaxed yet concentrated on the bed. I sigh and continue stroking. I glance over whenever he moans louder. Finally, he looks different. I watch as his eyebrows crinkle and his jaw tenses.
This must be it.
Damon moans loudly, gasping for air. It sounds like a mind-blowing death. I feel a certain female pride come over me for making him feel like that.
Well, I- uh- that's different... I think looking down at the sticky spendings that cover my hand. When Damon recovers from his death, he's inexplicably coy and reaches for napkins from within his nightstand. He's gentle as he cleans my hand, but I still feel the stickiness.
"I'm little death. You're big death." I say mesmerized.
"Elena." Damon bursts into laughter and moves close to wrap me in his embrace.