PLEASE don't stake me! I'm so sorry I haven't updated for so long, but I hope you still want to read my story..
Here it is, the newest chapter... Love you guys, and thank you for the reviews! They make me want to do this even more:)
"I'm going to die…" Stefan whispered as he clung to Lexi inside the carriage.
"No you're not… I'm taking care of you…" she said smiling and patting his head.
"Are you sure? Not just a little bit of dying?" Damon said obviously upset.
Lexi lifted her gaze to him and looked like she would have kicked his ass if it wasn't for Stefan almost lying on her.
He looked back at her with a smirk not saying anything.
After a few minutes the carriage stopped and the driver opened the door.
"The Salvatore Mansion, Sir."
"Thank you…" Damon said before grabbing Stefan and dragging him outside.
Lexi followed them out of the carriage and walked behind the brothers toward the mansion.
When they reached the front door a servant opened and Damon dragged Stefan inside. He left him on the floor in the hall and turned to face Lexi.
"Thank you Miss Lexi… My driver will make sure you get home." He smirked and was about to close the doors when she stepped inside.
"Are you going to leave him like this?" she asked looking at Stefan worried.
"Of course…" he said feeling tired, but when he saw her face, he continued "…not."
She looked at Damon and smiled.
"I'll take care of him, if you want me to. You look like you need to sleep."
"Okay… but you will have to explain everything to our father tomorrow…" he said not able to hold back a smirk thinking about what Giuseppe's reaction would be.
"Fine… Please, carry him to his room…" she said as she walked further inside the house.
Damon looked after her wishing he could tell her to carry his now sleeping brother upstairs herself. Of course he had to be a gentleman, so he grabbed Stefan a little harder than necessary and made sure to bump his head against the wall a couple of times as he walked up the stairs.
Lexi followed them until they got to Stefan's room, where Damon left his brother on the bed wearing all his clothes.
"There you go, Miss…" he said as he walked out the door feeling more tired than ever.
"Sleep tight." He said smirking as he walked to his own room.
He got inside and locked the door before he took off his clothes. All of it. He looked at himself in the mirror thinking that tomorrow he would have to go back to Elena. He had to talk to her. At the thought of her he smiled. Not smirked, but really smiled. He had been so close to her today. He could feel his heart beat harder when he imagined what could have happened between them. Of course he knew that he could never do that with her before they were married, but still. She was so beautiful and sexy at the same time. He wanted to do things with her that he had never done before.
Damon turned away from the mirror and ended in his bed not able to sleep at all. He was tired though, but apparently his body didn't feel that way. Slowly his hand travelled down his stomach towards… no he couldn't do it. It was Elena! She was so innocent, how could he ever…? He frowned and looked out the window realizing he had to do something. At least he wasn't screwing the girl he brought to the ball. That should mean something!
As he heard a low growl escape his lips he closed his eyes and relaxed while his hand continued its journey towards his now very hard member.
Elena thought she would fall asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, but she had been so wrong. She had fought to get out of her clothes herself, almost not able to reach the strings in her corset. Now she felt hot and her arms hurt. She had lain there in her sheets almost an hour thinking way too much to sleep. Damon. She smiled and felt her cheeks burn at the thought of him and what had happened in the garden. She had wanted more. So much more. And now she felt like it wouldn't stop tickling in her stomach. He was amazing. He's eyes hypnotized her and his lips on her cheek had been so torturing close to where she had wanted them to be that she had wanted to kill Caroline for a moment.
Letting out a sigh she turned to lay on her back. What was this about? She knew it was wrong to want a man like she wanted Damon, when he was not even courting her. But she did. A lot. She wanted him to do things to her. Things she didn't even know what was.
Letting go of her sheets she let one hand caress her own body on it's way to her core. She needed to do something or she knew she would go crazy. As she finally let her fingers touch her there, she let out a soft moan. She would do this thinking of Damon, even though she knew she would blush so hard next time they met.
Next morning Damon woke up to the sound of his father's yelling voice. He smirked thinking about what Stefan probably looked like as he hurried in his underwear, trousers and a shirt. He knew Giuseppe would be at his room in a few minutes, and he didn't want his father no know what happened last night. As silent as possible he snuck out his room and down the hall towards the stairs with his boots in his hand.
"What where you thinking Stefan! You can't take a whore to my house! How dare you!"
"Excuse me? I am certainly not a WHORE!"
Damon's eyes were almost popping out of his head as he heard Lexi's voice. No one ever talked to his father like that except himself. Holding his breath he snuck back towards Stefan's room, but stayed behind a curtain. He couldn't see them, but if he knew his father well, Lexi should be about ready to run now. Nothing happened though. Silence.
Damon let out his breath again but almost choked when he heard his father whisper back to Lexi.
"You… are… a… filthy… little…"
"Father!" Stefan's weak voice finally interrupted Giuseppe's words making Damon fear for his brother's health.
A second later he knew he had been right. He heard a loud smack and Stefan groan before Lexi screamed at Giuseppe.
"Stop!"
He heard her run over the floor and decided that now was the time to disappear.
As he closed the door behind him Damon could still hear his father's low voice mixed with Lexi's screaming one.
He had gone through the kitchen on his way out and grabbed an apple to eat while he walked.
When he could see the Gilbert mansion he started feeling slightly nervous. Maybe she didn't want to see him after what happened yesterday. What if she felt like he had tried to use her?
Walking up the dirt road he knew there was only one way to find out.
After two knocks on the door a servant opened and looked at Damon smiling.
"Can I help you Sir?"
"Yes… I would like to see Miss Elena."
"And who can I tell her is here to visit?"
"Damon Salvatore."
"Please come inside."
The servant waved a hand in direction of the living room with the piano. Damon hurried inside and started pacing back and forth behind the couch.
After a few minutes he heard steps approaching. Elena entered the room looking like she ran down the stairs which made Damon laugh.
She looked at him and blushed even more.
Damon stopped laughing and took a step closer to her reaching out a hand.
Without a word she took it and he led her to the couch where he sat next to her still holding her hand.
Looking at her not knowing what to say Damon realized how much he liked her. She looked like an angel in her white dress. She was pure love and innocence to him, and he wanted her to be his. Forever.
She lifted her gaze to him and smiled a small unsecure smile that made his heart skip a beat.
She opened her mouth to say something, but she was interrupted by the sound of loud knocking on the front door.
Damon frowned and rose from the couch not letting go of Elena's hand. Another hard knock on the door and a servant opened.
"Can I help you Sir?"
"Is my son here?"
"Damon, Mr Salvatore? Yes he came here a few minutes ago, but…"
"Let me in."
"Of course Mr Salvatore, but if I could just…"
"Now!"
Damon knew what was going to happen if his father found him with Elena, so he nearly lifted her from the couch and carried her to the French doors.
Putting her down he looked at her with worry and whispered.
"I have to go. I'm so sorry Elena, I…"
"No…"
He bit his lower lip thinking hard. He should leave her, his father would never touch her.
"Miss Elena, my father is not going to like this…"
"I know… But please don't leave me here…"
He saw the determined look in her eyes and nodded.
"We can't go back until later… okay?"
She nodded her head as he grabbed a carpet from the couch and opened the door.
He took her hand again and they started running towards the woods. They didn't stop until the trees around them covered the mansion in the background. Damon slowed down and looked at Elena expecting her to look scared, but she smiled.
He couldn't help but smile back at her and heard her laugh.
"What's… so funny?" he said panting from the run.
"It's just… I have never… done anything like… this before…" she said as she sat down on the ground.
She was amazingly stunning as she sat there in the woods a little sweaty and with her white dress now messed up.
Damon walked towards her and sat down next to her.
"You are so beautiful Elena…"
He reached out and let a finger slowly caress her cheek.
She stopped laughing and looked at him like she didn't know what to do.
His finger travelled down her cheek to her neck and further down towards her breasts where he gently touched her necklace.
"Who gave you this…?" he whispered to her feeling jealous that someone else maybe already was courting her.
"My mother…" she said making him feel ashamed.
He let go of the necklace and took her hand instead.
Looking deep into her eyes he lent in closer to her. His other hand found her hair and played with the soft curls tickling her neck.
Her breath caught in her throat as he let go of her hand and gently pulled her towards him.
She closed her eyes as his lips finally found hers in the softest kiss she could ever imagine.
Damon felt the warmth from her body against his as he kissed her again a little more passionately making her moan.
Wanting to hear more of that he slowly pushed her to the ground still kissing her soft lips as his hand started to explore her body.
She kissed him back, and tried to pull him closer needing his body on hers.
Damon realized what he was doing and felt the shame sneak up to him.
He pushed himself away from her taking her hand. With their fingers entwined he looked at her loving the chocolate coloured eyes looking back at him.
"Elena…"
She smiled and kissed his wrist still looking at him.
"Elena, I…"
She started licking up one of his fingers very slowly which made Damon groan.
"Please Elena, I can't…"
She laughed now sucking the tip of his finger.
He had to close his eyes and concentrate really hard not to just take her right then and there.
He felt her stop her torture and opened his eyes again seeing her smile.
"Do you want me to stop Mr. Salvatore?"
He fought to say what he had to.
"Yes please, Miss Elena… We can't do this…"
She laughed and sat up pushing him back.
"I know…"
She rose from the ground and started walking further into the woods.
"Are you coming Mr. Salvatore?"
She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.
Damon smirked and knew this was going to be the best day in his life, if he could ignore the throbbing cock in his pants.
WARNING: next chapter will not be appropriate for readers under 18... Just a hint:D
