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Chapter 12: Just...
"Look, I'm not ready for a relationship. I'm pretty sure I can never engage is any sort of relationship ever again after Katherine, but… this…" Damon stopped before looking at Elena and pointing his index finger back and forth to them, "This… I want. I mean, it can be business and pleasure. We can be… this and you can get your story."
Damon stopped and looked at her with pained eyes before continuing. "Or we can just forget about this. I'll tell Elijah that I decided to revoke your rights to my story. I'll stick to my own part of town, finish the album, leave. But, god! I don't want to let you go. Especially with Stefan alwaysfuckinggiving you those damn puppy eyes," emphasizing heavily on the profanity.
He stopped in front of Elena, caging her in against the door where she had stood in shock while he gave his confession.
Elena took in his state, this ragged hairstyle and frustrated look on his face as he struggled to display some sort of emotion that wasn't "asshole" related. It shocked her, it really did.
"I really like you, Elena." Damon's hand had reached up and cupped her cheek. His thumb grazed over her cheek before giving her a smile. Yes, a genuine smile, not a smirk. Victory!
"But, I've got to know my limits. I can't do this whole 'hot and cold' thing." He smiled sadly at her before dropping his hand and stepping away.
"I should go home. Things to do…" Damon murmured under his breath before giving Elena one last kiss on the lips. It was a chaste kiss, so innocent, so pure. It felt like a good-bye kiss, something that immensely scared Elena.
"Goodnight." And with that, Damon pushed Elena aside gently before walking away to his car.
All Elena could do was stand there. Stand there and think. Think about all her actions, and the consequences. Think about today's, yesterday's, and the past's actions and what dominoes had fallen after that.
God, thinking. She just wanted to stop thinking. Thinking of him, but she knew better. He was going to be on her mind, all day, all night, and god knows how long for the rest of her life.
Damon laid in his bed with the same scene replaying in his mind over and over again. Had he gone too far? This was shameful behavior. A journalist was not supposed to be sleeping with her subject, and yet here was Damon, trying to convince himself that it was possible to mix business with pleasure.
He rolled over in his bed, laying now on his stomach, with his arms wrapped around his pillow, a loud groan muffled by the pillow. He was a fool. He breathed in a deep breath and let out a sigh. He could almost smell her scent. Sure, she had never been in his bed, at least not yet but he swore he could still smell her scent. She drove him crazy. Fuck.
He rolled again onto his back and dragged a hand through his hair. He couldn't do it. Nope, not a relationship. It wasn't realistic. He had been burned, badly by none other than the ice queen herself. He just wasn't prepared to expose himself like that too her. It hurt. Fuck, it still hurt really badly. But his moments with Elena, the good and bad, it was… blissful.
It had been two nights since he confessed himself to her. And nothing. No response, nothing. But he wanted to hear it from, even if it was through voicemail, email, text, anything. He wanted to hear from her that she didn't want to do this, she didn't want to deal with him anymore. That this "relationship" was not going to work. He sighed out loud.
Damon closed his eyes for a bit, and imagined her. Her long wavy brown locks that framed her heart-shaped face, those fierce brown eyes that was so damn stubborn and always asking for a challenge, that cute little pert nose, those lush lips. Damon felt a soft smile slip onto his face. Blissful.
A loud thump echoed through the boarding house. Damon groaned as he forced his eyes to stay shut, Stefan could get it. He had already been home by the time Damon had rolled up to the Boarding House. The thumping increased in speed and sound, sounding more desperate by the second, begging for someone to just answer the door.
Damon let out a scowl as he swore at Stefan for being either a deaf bastard or a lazy asshole. Throwing the sheets off his body, he clambered his way down the stairs before violently grabbing the doorknob after unlocking all the door locks, and throwing the door open.
There stood…
"Katherine?" Damon had let it out in a short breath, as if he had been running for miles.
"Don't."
That was all that escaped her lips before she threw herself at Damon. Her arms wrapped around his neck, clasping him close to her, her lips crushed harshly against his hers.
Damon stumbled back into the living room until his back crashed against the couch. Reality set in and he shoved Katherine away from him.
"What the fuck, Katherine? I'm not here to deal with your bullshit mind games!" Damon wiped his lips with the back of his mouth, his face scrunched up with disgust as he realized that Katherine had not only touched him again but invaded his personal space.
"Just do something right in your life for once and, shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth." Katherine launched herself against Damon again, with a fierce persistence.
All that went through Damon's mind was, why not? He had nothing else. It was low of him, pathetic to come back to a full circle with Katherine. He was disappointed in himself, but the best he could get was Katherine. He didn't deserve anyone else. Katherine was lowly, pathetic. That's what he should be paired with.
You are relentless, I am defenseless
Why did you knock me down tonight?
You beat me senseless, I just don't get this
How many times do I have to try?
Katherine shoved Damon harder against the couch, desperate to feel her skin against his again. Damon wanted to murmur something, but her lips silenced him. Her fingers clutched tightly against his white shirt. Damon rolled his eyes against the back of his head as Katherine finally pulled away from his lips, licking and nipping her way along his jaw and down the column of his neck. He shuddered, not the good kind of shudder he had when he was with Elena, not the kind of shudder he had written about after being with Elena.
"Just close your eyes, and pretend I'm her," Katherine whispered softly into his ear before lightly nibbling on his ear lobe.
Your whisper, so clear, the world disappears
As I fall into the darkness, it's impossible to express
How good it feels, I'm wrapped up, I'm sealed
So tight I'll never be free, oh, I don't fight the feeling
So he let it, he let the darkness consume him.
Get back in my life, come knock on my door
What I'm looking for, I think you should know
You started a fire, burned me to the floor
Please don't resist anymore, I'll never leave you alone
The morning had hit him hard. He wasn't even in his bed for god's sake. Nope, he was sprawled along the living room floor, on the soft plush rug with a soft warm body pressed against him. His eyes flickered open to be met with a bushel of brown hair. She was almost Elena. Almost. Except "soft" and "warm" were hard cold opposite words to describe Katherine.
He sighed at himself, disappointment settled in him as he could only imagine the consequences that occur from this. But, just for another moment, he just wanted to imagine she was Elena. Just for another few minutes, like he had done for the night. He snuggled his nose against the nape of her neck, which had earned him a scowl from Katherine.
"One good fuck and you're getting so attached to me. Can't you just fuck and chuck?"
You reprimand me, you're so demanding
But I've got time, I don't mind at all
You're picture perfect, completely worth it
You've got my back against the wall
Damon rolled his eyes. Typical Katherine. She was the picture of perfection, but it was all a mask, an act. Deceitful bitch.
Can you feel me coming?
I'm screaming, searching, calling
Paranoid, 'cause I'm always
Coming back to you, coming back to youAnd you know how much I missed it
And you know I can't resist it
See your lips and just come running
Right on back to you, right on back to you
He just had back into this trend, fall back into Katherine. He was weak, because in this moment, in that moment, all he wanted was Elena, but all he had was a cheap carbon copy.
Get back in my life, come knock on my door
What I'm looking for, I think you should know
You started a fire, burned me to the floor
I can't do this anymore, I'll never leave you alone
Nope. He was done with this, for real now. It wasn't some empty promise. He had to practice will power. Katherine had caught him off guard. It's been three days. Obviously Elena wanted nothing to do with him and Katherine was no good for him. This was it.
"Alright, thanks for the quick roll in the sack. Feel free to escort yourself out my door," Damon said roughly before shoving Katherine's body away from him. He stood up before picking up the couch's blanket and wrapping it around his hips, covering up all of his glory.
"Don't be like that, baby," Katherine purred as she wrapped her arms around him abdominal. Her soft kisses peppered his muscled back, but he shrugged himself out of her arms.
"Get your clothes on now!" Damon hissed harshly again through his teeth.
He stood in a firm stance, his arms crossed across his chest as he watched Katherine pull on all her clothes. Of course, Katherine being Katherine, she had to take her sweet time, a sway of hips, the slow tease of pulling on her dress. He rolled his eyes. She did nothing, nothing for him. God, why did he have to do this to himself?
Once she was at least decent, Damon grabbed her arm roughly before bringing her to the door.
Damon set down the pen against his notepad. Fourth song, done. He was titling this song "Get Back in My Life." It wasn't Elena inspired, no, this one was for Katherine. The second song he had titled towards her, nothing good.
It seemed to send mixed messages, but that was how he worked. Rough chords were written below the lyrics. His guitar balanced in his lap as he picked up his pen and chewed on it, his mind wandering to a different part of the world.
He was having a good time until he felt warm hands slid against and down his chest from behind him. Chestnut hair tickled his nose as someone leaned over and placed a chaste kiss along his hairline.
"Come back to bed, Damon," the sultry voice sent shivers down his body. He set the guitar aside before standing up and turning around to be met with brown eyes.
His cerulean eyes scanned down the body in front of him, his own body filled with lust once again and adoration. His hands settled on her hips before sliding up along the length of her body and cupping her face.
He bought her soft lips against his own. Their lips in their own accord, not in a rushed lustful way, but in a slow passionate dance. His length had hardened and pressed against her stomach, ready for another round, another "dance without pants".
"You're so bad," she murmured against his lips before pulling away. Her hand reached out and grabbed his, interlocking their fingers before dragging him back to bed.
She laid down on her back, spreading her legs and inviting Damon to settle down between her legs, which he eagerly did. His lips followed the invisible trail from her belly button, up through the valley of breasts, across her collarbone, up the column of her neck.
Locking his blues with her browns, he placed a soft chaste kiss on her cheek. His other hand caught her other, interlocking their fingers together before bringing her hands above her head. With that, he slipped inside her, a loud moan and groan filled the air from both persons.
She thrashed her head side to side with each long enunciated moan, as Damon rocked his hips slowly in and out, with a powerful force.
Her breathing was uneven, his head buried into the side of her neck, her breasts with hard nipples pressed hard against the hard planes of his chest, her legs locked around his hips as he thrust into her.
Her gasps urged him to thrust harder, not faster. He tilted his hips slightly, allowing him to go a bit deeper, hitting that area that made her fall apart.
"Damon, I… I- ohhhhh!" Her walls clamped tightly around his length, milking his hard member as it released its fluids into her.
His sweaty forehead pressed against hers, his lips hovered above her.
"This is just pleasure, okay?" The words had barely left her lips, so quietly that he almost had not heard it at all.
"This is just pleasure," Damon whispered softly against her lips.
"We don't mix business and pleasure, right?" Elena's eyes blinked slowly, tilting her head at him. That innocent pose, that pure look.
"We don't mix. This is just… pleasure." Damon moved in the final centimeter, pressing his lips against hers.
He knew it. She knew it. He saw it in her eyes. This wasn't just pleasure. It was something else. They weren't "just fucking", that last one had been a love-making session.
But they were in denial. They weren't ready to face that yet. They couldn't escalate to that. No. This was pleasure. Just pleasure.
Repeat it.
Just pleasure.
Just pleasure.
A/N: Okay, so I'm in college and one of my classes is actually one of the more difficult classes on campus. Blargh. Anyways, I'm trying my best to get into this balance of school work, clubs, sports, and working out. It's hard but I guess this is the real life, huh? LOL.
I know it's not lengthy as usual or the best quality, but I am looking for a BETA!
I'm basically buckling down this weekend to do work! I'm going to finish all my homeworks and shit and try to get a new chapter up by Monday! I'm going to do work, son!
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