Dear Diary,
I know I've been kind of terrible at keeping up with journaling, but for the first time in forever I'm too busy having fun to remember to write. I don't even really know how to describe the feelings or experiences I'm having- they're all so new to me. Clubs, shows, restaurants- god for someone who doesn't need to eat, Damon sure has amazing taste in food!
I wouldn't even want to think about how much money I've spent on alcohol alone. We've had nights in with French champagne and nights out where Damon drinks a whole bottle of Grey Goose vodka. A lot of nights are a bit hazy, but I've been indulging in Damon's special… hangover cure enough that I'm more lucid than I ever thought I could be.
Things here are amazing, I never want to-
"HEY!" Elena exclaimed as her journal was ripped from her hands. Damon twirled the pen around his fingers before scribbling his own words onto the page, reading them aloud.
"Dear Diary. I'm Elena Gilbert and I was making the sexiest man in the world, the definition of an Adonis, really, wait for me in the steamy, marble shower." His voice danced along the words in high sing-song tone. "A shower he specifically designed with only sex in mind and plenty of room for Damon to fuck me again until I forget my own name. I sure hope he doesn't punish me for making him wait." Tossing the journal to the side, he dragged her by her legs until she was laying right on the edge of the bed.
"Damon…" Elena giggled. He stood between her legs, tracing his fingers over her skin with a feather-light touch. She was wearing one of his white t-shirts, emphasizing her summer tan, her dark hair splayed in a messy morning-after halo around her head. He had been serious about the shower part, and he was already mostly undressed, wearing just a pair of tight, black boxer-briefs. It was a sleepy, late summer morning and rain was pattering against the glass skylights. It was an undeniable fact that Elena was the most beautiful creature in the world, and it took every ounce of Damon's self control to not to turn her right now, keep her this way forever. But there was something about how humanity suited her. He would let her stay this way a little longer, let her pretend that she didn't want to be like him eventually.
Arguably, one of the most gorgeous aspects of her humanity was the blood flowing through her veins, screaming to him from just below the surface of her diaphanous young skin. His fingertips could feel her pulse, pumping blood at record speed to her core. Even these delicate touches were making her hot for him. Breathing in deep, Damon could smell her arousal building- she was so easy with him. A quiet grunt escaped his mouth as he grabbed her thighs harder before sliding his hands up to grip the plump flesh where her thighs met her hips. Her pelvis bucked in response, begging for him to to take her. She was so eager. He wanted to hear her actually beg though- he could never get over hearing Elena say she wanted him.
"Eleennnna… Is there something you want from me?" The pounding of her heart combined with the tip-tapping of the rain on the windows to create a percussive song. She blushed as he reached underneath the t-shirt and lightly tickled her sides.
"If you want something princess, you have to ask nicely, or else I'm just going to throw you over my shoulder and drag you into the shower…" She went to cover her blushing face with her hand, but he snatched it up, placing a soft kiss to her palm. He was so hungry, but he was in no danger of losing self control. This moment was about teasing her with gentleness- showing her that even the sweetest gestures can make her hot and bothered.
"Damon…"
"Si, cuore mio?" He leaned in and whispered into her hair, brushing a few stray strands from her shoulder. He traced his cool hands over her collar bone before standing back up to admire the effects of his handiwork. Could her blush get any redder? The Italian trick was really making her swoon. This was a level of expert flirtation he hadn't used on her before- clearly it was very effective.
"Can you… you know." He raised an eyebrow. Her slender hips writhed underneath of her, signaling her extreme need for release. He knew what she was asking for, but shy, sober Elena needed to say the words.
"Can I … what, tesoro?" He licked his lips, taunting her. She was becoming completely undone by his evil flirtation. She took in a deep breath and attempted to come up with a composed, mature response.
"I want you to… eat me out. It was…. Pretty amazing when you did that last night." She didn't tell him that nobody had ever eaten her out to the point of orgasm before then. Now that she'd had it, she wanted more.
"Only pretty amazing? Well, honeysuckle, that hurts my feelings. I haven't been honing my craft for over 150 years for a girl to say I'm only pretty amazing. Especially when I made you come what, 5 times last night? That made my decision easy- you're getting punished." Leveraging his vampire strength and speed, he picked her up in one swift motion, yanking her t-shirt off in the process. Her skin was now against his chest, and it made her breath hitch. She was completely naked now, gorgeous and begging to be fucked. He sped to the shower to put her down before ripping off his boxer-briefs at lightning speed.
The shower was the size of a small room, the walls covered in marble and the doors floor to ceiling glass. Through the glass, Elena could see herself in the mirrors, realizing that it was possible to view any act going on in the shower. He was right, it was made for sex. There was a small stone bench built in to one corner, and Elena could only imagine what lewd acts had taken place there before, and what was about to come. The hot steam was making Elena a bit dizzy, and Damon used this to his advantage once he jumped back into the shower. He spun her around so that her back was pressed against the cold stone and her hands were pinned on either side of her head.
"Now, what was it that you wanted again?" He smirked at her. "Sorry, it's hard for me to remember when I'm this hungry, impossible really…" She tensed up and he chuckled under his breath. He loved that he could still have a predatory edge. Sometimes it was fun to play with her, remind her that he was still a monster. A sharp fang dragged down from behind Elena's ear down to her collar bone, Elena's chest thrusting forward as a jagged breath escaped her pouty, plump lips. Such intense, concentrated pain made Elena painfully turned on. A knife-like cut was now traced on her neck, small drops of blood rising to the surface. Damon paused his tongue at the bottom of the wound. He was going to lick it up slowly, knowing how that would drive her wild, but decided instead that it was time to welcome her into his wild world. She was in Damon's world now, and she had to know it. He removed his tongue and looked Elena in the eye as he ran his finger up the cut, collecting the thick beads of blood. His face was hardened, black veins out and eyes crimson. Elena expected him to lick the blood off his finger, but instead, he placed his finger to her lips, never once breaking eye contact. It felt naughty, but she let him slide his finger in her mouth.
"See how good you taste?" She sucked him in, trailing her tongue along his finger. Her own coppery taste filled her mouth until he pulled away, smearing her own blood down her chin as he removed his finger. She wanted to feel the bliss of him feeding from her. Heat built between her thighs just thinking about it, but he was torturing her by messing with her like this.
"You look so gorgeously unholy with blood on your lips, especially mine." Her heart skipped, eager to get her fix. He grabbed her wrists again, his grip impossible for any human to escape. "But right now, this is about me. You made me wait, remember? Who knows how much warm water we have left, so I'm going to enjoy each second I get with you in here." He let go roughly, stepping back into the middle of the shower. He wet his midnight hair, combing through it with his fingers.
"Come stand under the water. Now." She took a shy step forward underneath the rainfall shower head. He lifted her chin, letting her head tilt backwards. The water flowed through her curtain of sable locks, darkening them to almost match his hair. She let out a contented sigh at the feeling of warm water streaming over her body.
"This doesn't seem like punishment." She purred to him. From where she was standing, it seemed like he had gone from ravenous to sweet and gentle with the flick of a switch.
"Oh don't worry, this is just a necessary evil. I have a thing for girls with wet hair, it's very Fast Times at Ridgemont High, not that you're old enough to remember that movie." Once she was good and wet, he was ready to continue on his plan. Time to catch her off guard. She found herself again, tossed against the marble walls, but this time she was on the back wall facing the glass doors. "I want you to watch yourself now, Elena." He was using the same tone he used during compulsion- steady and commanding. "I want you to see yourself in the mirror, see how you feel when you're with me." He bit into her left breast hard, sucking down a few gulps of blood before pulling away. He gave both breasts a firm squeeze as blood trickled steadily from her fresh fang marks. He wanted her to get a full picture of how risque and kinky she really was. He dropped to his knees, giving Elena the perfect view of herself in the mirror. She quickly realized he had chosen this position for a reason.
"Now, boss lady, I think I just remembered what you wanted." He nuzzled his face into her mound, reaching up with one hand to stroke her folds. She quivered at the touch, and it was time for Damon to start playing his game. He turned his head away from her pussy, biting deep into her inner thigh. He drank for over a minute, digging into her one thigh with his hand while reaching the other hand up to tease her. When he broke away, he looked up at her, his mouth completely covered in her blood.
"So if you didn't notice, we are playing a little game. The rules are simple: Every time you quiver, shiver, or respond in any innocent way to something, I get to drink from you. Every time you are especially forward, I give you a little taste of my blood. But if you just play along? I'll keep giving you what you want."
Her breath was heavy. "You're just playing this game because you're hungry."
"No, I'm playing this game with you because you need to admit how much you love this. How naughty you really are. You showed me last night, Elena Gilbert, that you are far from innocent. " Before she had a chance to speak he dove back into her core, dancing his tongue around her clit. He sucked on it, pulling all the blood to the surface, making it all the more sensitive. He alternated between gentle and forceful for a few minutes before shoving two fingers into her without warning. She let out a gasp.
As if she hasn't had something MUCH bigger than that in her vagina in the past 12 hours. He rolled his eyes- she was not very good at this game.
He stood up a bit higher on his knees, grabbing her around the waist. He placed his mouth on her side, just an inch or so above her hip bone, kissing the spot gently before biting down. Even for humans who were turned on by being fed on, Damon knew that this spot always caused pain. No matter how much the human liked being bit. She yelped, but her juices flowed even stronger now. The pain made Elena even more lightheaded, adding to the swimming feeling from blood loss.
"You're not very good at following my rules Elena. Not that you ever have been very good at that." He dragged his tongue down from her hip bone to her pussy, starting back where he had left off. Looking at herself in the mirror, Elena could see that she was covered in her own blood. The heat of the shower had increased her blood pressure, and she was bleeding much more than normal. She looked like a vampire's lover. He swirled his tongue around her clit, pumping his fingers in and out of her. He could tell she was close, and he couldn't wait for her to watch herself cum in the mirror, covered in her own, fresh, blood.
There was something about a roof party that made Elena feel like a sophisticated socialite, a far cry from the cute but tragic high school cheerleader she was at home. Mystic Falls, with its less-than-4-stories-high buildings couldn't capture this type of magic- the rooftops there were only places where sketchy, tragic, supernatural events happened. Globe lights were suspended from posts, criss-crossing through the space. The glow of the city made it impossible to see any stars, making the only celestial body in the sky the moon. There was one body on the roof though that was damn near close to celestial- Damon. It was cool enough for him to be wearing a leather jacket over a deep red v-neck. Maybe nobody else was aware, but to Elena, his look screamed vampire in the sexiest, most tempting way possible. The color reminded her of how he looked with her blood smeared on his lips, how he looked when he bit into his wrist to give her blood, how he looked when she sliced into his perfect, pale skin to drink him in.
"You know Elena, I can always tell when you're looking at me. It's impossible to ignore the sound of your blood rushing." He didn't even turn around to look at her, he just smirked to himself and kept navigating through the crowd toward the bar.
Shit he-
"Caught you looking? Yes I did. Although, I kind of regret telling you, so that I could've seen you eyeing me up. But, it's not like I haven't seen you do that nearly almost every day since I've known you." Elena didn't notice that at this point, Damon wasn't just completing her sentences, he was completing her thoughts. It was so natural to them at this point.
They didn't hold hands as they walked- that wasn't what their relationship was about. This city was still a game to both of them, each doing exactly what they wanted, not wanting to get tied down right away and written off as a couple. It was much more fun if people thought they were single. After all, neither of them had actually breached the topic of what they were doing, what their relationship was. The jealousy of watching each other get drooled over by strangers would make their sex tonight amazing, rough and heated. At the end of the day, they knew they owned each other, but they were still out to have their fun, get drunk, and party.
Elena got to the bar, leaning over a stool, getting painfully close to the bartender. Damon had to do a quick double take, because it looked like she was compelling him. She wasn't though, her breasts were. His eyes drew down to her low-cut dress, and she caught him, a smirk pulling at her red-painted lips- red painted lips that matched Damon's shirt perfectly, but she definitely didn't do that on purpose. Biting her lip, she ordered a vodka soda, and without passing over any form of ID or credit card, he handed her a drink.
Damn, I taught her well. She's downright devilish. He mentally patted himself on the back.
Elena walked a few feet down the bar to where Damon was sitting, sliding quietly into the stool next to him. Leaning in, she was whispering so quietly that no human could have possibly heard.
"It's hard to be a bad student when you have the best teacher."
She put the tiny black straw in her mouth, puckering her lips around it in a smile before she hopped back off the stool to work the crowd. She looked perky and angelic. Sexy, but still with such exuberant young energy. As she sipped her bubbly alcohol, she weaved through the mingling bodies, some chatting and some dancing. She chatted up a brunette who reminded her a bit too much of Stefan. She half listened to his stories about being some kind of financial lawyer before getting bored and moving toward a red-head with a beard.
A ginger, really Elena? He rolled his eyes. She was allowed to have her fun, even if it was a terrible choice.
Damon was chatting up another in his historic line of blondes. She was sitting in his lap, her blue dress puddling across his legs. Elena looked over- he was making her laugh.
Does he have to be so disgustingly charming all the time? She wondered when he would get around to snacking. It seemed like a dangerous game to play, feeding from pale blondes in baby-blue dresses. Any hint of blood would stand out like a sore thumb. Maybe that's why he likes it. The challenge. He did have years to hone his craft after all.
They tried desperately to go their separate ways, but really they were just playing a jealousy game, never paying attention to other people, thoughts constantly transfixed on each other. Damon swore he could hear her whisper some of her snarky retorts under her breath, but he heard them when she was busy laughing at some Harvard Alum or pretending to be interested in some guy's band, her mouth pressed into a 'serious' listening face. After playing the game for an hour or so, Elena stood staring out at the still busy-streets below and towering buildings above. They were on the roof of a 22 floor building, which only stood about half as tall as the buildings in the surrounding neighborhood. It was still breathtakingly beautiful, and Elena still couldn't imagine ever getting bored of this.
She felt a comforting, strong, leather-covered arm slip around her waist. Closing her eyes, she let herself savor the simple touch that could make her feel so safe, yet so strong. The smell of bourbon, leather and musk filled her lungs- the intoxicating aroma of Damon. She let her eyes drift open so she could keep taking in the view, but she rested her head on the crook between his shoulder and his chest. Even with heels on, she was a bit too short to rest her head on his shoulder while standing. Instinctively possessive, he wrapped his other arm around her stomach, holding her close to his body as they stayed there quietly, enjoying the moment. Minutes went by before either said a word, their minds humming with pleasure and their hearts beating loud enough for their own conversation. Timidly, Elena finally spoke up.
"I've made up my mind." She stayed staring straight ahead, and Damon nuzzled his head into the top of hers before responding.
"I thought you already did, which is why you're here with me right now. Why you were in my bed this morning…."
"No, about something else." Her voice was a bit sleepy, and he made a note that they should probably head home soon.
"Alright, doppelganger oracle, then why don't you stop speaking in riddles and just spit it out?" He grabbed her shoulders, a little harder than necessary, spinning her around so they were face to face. His mind was racing, worrying that she was going to take it back, go back to Stefan. He couldn't stand the thought of losing her- not after they'd gone through all of this. He always played tough, but this would break him. He knew she probably didn't love him, but he at least wanted to have this shot to win her over- it was his only chance.
"Damon… shh." She reached out and stroked his face. He would never get used to being treated gently, like he was beloved, valued. His blue eyes fluttered closed as he luxuriated in the moment. "No, it's nothing like that. I'm not changing my mind about what I want- about wanting you." It was moments like this where the elevated emotions of vampirism could get Damon in trouble, as a tear was welling in his eye.
"Look at me." Elena put her hands on his cheeks, establishing fiercely protective eye contact. "I would never do that to you. You make me feel more alive than I thought I could feel." Moving her hands down to his shoulders, she took in a deep breath. "That's why I've made up my mind to stay here- to not return to Mystic Falls. I can't go back there, even just saying the name feels strange on my tongue. There hasn't been anything there for me except danger, pain, and hurt since my parents died. Every place, every smell, every holiday- it all brings up painful memories. Here, I can start over. Screw school, I can either finish here or you can compel me a GED or something. I love my friends, I love them more than anything- Bonnie, Caroline, Matt- but for once, I'm making a decision that's just about me. You taught me that it is okay for me to prioritize myself. I don't want to be anyone's charity case, damsel, or magical pawn. At least here, the dynamics on all of that would change. You don't treat me like I'm broken- that's why I want to stay here... well… if you let me that is. "
Damon's brow furrowed, his eyes searching hers for any sign of possible regret. He was deciding whether or not he could let himself be open, emotional and honest right now. By this point, the party was over, and it was only them standing on the quiet, dark roof. Only a few of the string lights were on, casting a shadowy light on their skin. The moment was already so raw, so beautiful, and he decided to give in, handing his emotions full control.
"Elena-" He took both of her hands and tugged her closer to him. "I don't want you to go back either. We don't have to go back. We can stay here- be happy here. I will do anything to make your life here happy- it's my number one priority. I was… afraid to tell you that. There, I said it- afraid. But if you want to stay, of course I would let you- at this point, I might beg you even. Your wish, your whim- we can follow each one. We can travel if you want, I can compel you into whatever fancy university here you want to study at. If you don't like the loft, we can find somewhere else. I don't care Elena. I never want you to go back there to your miserable life, and I'm happy you don't want to either. You deserve so much more. But what you want, that's your choice. I'll never make choices for you like everyone else does. You're strong, smart, capable. I'm just here to help you along the way. I just know that I don't want you to go back, and I don't want to either. Tell me you'll stay here with me, please. Just… tell me again." Big, warm tears were welling in her sparkling, tipsy, hazelnut eyes. She smiled wide, cocking her head to the side.
"Damon Salvatore, can I stay with you in your fancy loft in New York, indefinitely, and never ever move back to Mystic Falls?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely…" He smiled- genuinely, not a smirk for once. He was trying to hide how his joy made him want to cry too. He was about to swoop her down and dip her, giving her a 1950's movie-worthy kiss, but Elena interrupted him. She placed her hand on his firm chest, pausing for a moment.
"I wasn't finished." Elena nervously bit the inside of her cheek, inhaling deeply before leaning into him. Her warm breath tickled his cheek as she whispered.
"I want to start over here. I want to start over completely. I want to have this much fun… forever." Heat grew inside of him as she finally confessed to him her deepest desire. He never thought that she would want to turn. She was always adamant about loving being human, about never wanting to become a vampire. He knew that in the past few weeks something new had ignited in Elena- a type of growing up that he knew she was capable of but nobody else would have anticipated. A decision like this though, he had thought would take years of discovering herself to decide on. His eyes narrowed, and a strange protective energy shot through him.
"That's not something you can just allude to. You need to tell me what it is that you mean by forever. You need to tell me what you want. " He wanted to rip off her compulsion necklace, to get an honest answer out of her on this, no games or rebellious streaks tainting it, but he knew Elena would hate that.
"I want to start over here. As a vampire. I want to be strong, so that I am nobody's weakling anymore, so that I can take care of myself." Something wild and unhinged flashed in Damon's eyes, his pupils widening and his vampire features appearing. The same instincts that made him want to feed her were coupled with a dark desire to turn her, to sire her. It was part of vampire nature, feed and turn. The temptation was so strong- if her human blood tasted so good to him, her vampire blood was bound to be even better- only the kinkiest, most bonded vampires shared blood. His conscience was slipping, but he was able to hold himself back just enough to not do anything rash. He was going to give her a taste of that danger though.
He went back to his initial plan of twirling her around and dipping her, her back arched dramatically as she was supported by just his right arm. Instead of dipping her in place though, he had jumped up on top of the the part of the roof where the bar was- where there was no railing. She was dangling a little over 22 floors above the streets, the cool rush of air from jumping giving her goosebumps.
"Is that what you really want, Elena?" His monster eyes stared down at her, blood red. "You still have my blood in your system from this morning, but just to be sure…." The crunch of Damon biting his arm was followed by a bloody wrist being pushed against Elena's mouth. Her chin was covered in smears of red, her red lipstick indistinguishable from Damon's blood. He expected the shock and reality of the situation to make her nervous, but her response was a naughty smirk. A piece of the puzzle he forgot- the taste of his blood would only give her more courage.
"Do it." Time seemed to stop for a second before Damon's conscience barged back in, full speed. He pulled her up and back into his arms, jumping them back down to the level with the safe railing. He didn't want Elena playing any suicide games right now.
"Of course I'll turn you if you want, it would be an honor, actually, to turn the angelic Elena Gilbert. But, party princess, I won't do it when you're not sober. The five vodka sodas you had definitely counteract that part of the clause." To lighten the mood a bit, he poked her on the nose, laughing as her still intoxicated eyes fluttered. He put both hands on her face and leaned in. "Plus, I couldn't stand to see your pretty little face splattered on the pavement like that. I've never quite seen how a vampire would heal from having their skull plastered all over Park Ave, but I'd rather not find out." Elena narrowed her eyes before smirking at him.
"Well then, how about I get a little practice in first?" She pulled a delicate pin out of her hair. It shined like a small sword in the moonlight, the end as sharp as a knife. Damon had never seen this silver trinket before, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued. Her smirk didn't waver as he raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side. She looped one arm around his neck, pressing his head to the side.
"I've made things a little easier for myself. Leveled the playing field."
She dragged the blade down his neck, jokingly stabbing two fang-like holes side by side before slicing his jugular. Her lips pressed to the wound, she drank like she was trying to bleed him dry.
She is going to be very good at this. Damon thought to himself as he became overpowered by the pleasure of her taking in his essence.
"I know I'll be good at this, I had the best teacher after all."
