I've Got Something You Want
'I've never seen you take a drink in your life.'
'Honey, there are a lot of things you ain't never seen me do, that's no sign I don't do 'em.'
The Three Faces Of Eve (1957) . . .
"She won't drink that." Caroline says spotting the second beer in Damon's hand. "But I will! So thanks."
Matt finds us in the corner of the living room. He's holding a bottle of Captain Morgan, Coca-Cola bottles and shot glasses; quite the juggler. He hands me a shot glass and I hold it still. I watch as he pours my amber friend.
"You like Rum?" Damon asks comically intrigued. It's like he's never seen a girl drink hard liquor before. I wonder if I can drink a greaser girl under the table...
"You don't?" I ask and toss back the shot. I hold my shot glass out for another. Damon continues to stare at me in wonder, mouth slightly open. I hear Caroline tell Damon to watch out because I'm a "mean lush"- as in I turn into a bitch. Well, more like I turn into Caroline, but she's a cute bitch. Matt and I laugh because it's true.
Gee golly, I haven't drank alcohol since August, I hadn't realize how long it's been. I'm sad Stefan isn't coming since we've won many drinking games together. I wonder if he really does have a test tomorrow or if he just didn't want to party with Damon.
I take another four shots and I'm good to go for the night. There's no way I want to deal with a hangover all day tomorrow at school. I pop open my Coke to wash it all down. I love Rum and Coke, it's a sweet combination.
"You should be on the floor." Damon comments.
"What? My tolerance is this high." I jump joyfully.
"I never expected you to be like this." Damon shakes his head. "How often do you go to parties?"
"Not often enough." Caroline answers for me. "Anymore... anyway." She laughs thinking about last year.
"I used to party with my aunt Jenna, but she left for college." I explain. "She's the first person I ever took a shot with."
"Logan too." Caroline adds.
"I don't know if they're still going together anymore." I reply. I haven't heard from Jenna in weeks. I'm kinda mad at her for forgetting about me.
Caroline shrugs, not knowing what to say. "I hope they visit for Christmas."
"Jenna is supposed to show up next month for Thanksgiving." I sigh wondering what she'll think of my greaser boyfriend. She'll likely say that he's 'ridiculously hot' and I'll have to tell her to back off.
Matt leaves us to take care of house stuff. He's overwhelmed by the amount of greasers in the house. He agreed to the party because he would do anything for Caroline. He's that gone for her. My prediction was correct, not many of our friends showed up. Weirdly, Vicki and my brother are missing. I have no idea where they could be when all of their friends are here.
This whole experience hasn't been too bad. In retrospect, I'm Jeremy Gilbert's little sister. Most greasers let me be out of respect. Caroline is taking it all in stride. I caught her checking out greaser boys a few times. I'm mentally taking down the names, so I can tease her merciless at school tomorrow - I'm very excited.
'I Want You, I Need You, I Love You' by Elvis is currently playing. I used to play the track over and over when it came out last May. Needless to say, I love it and know the lyrics by heart. I put my hand on Damon's chest and look up at him.
"Will you dance with me?" I ask batting my eyelashes.
He looks a bit taken aback that I would ask. I don't know why... it's considered a rock & roll song, not a pop song. It shouldn't make him look 'uncool'. Maybe a fellow greaser brought the record to the party. "Really?" He replies.
I nod looking eager.
His hesitation vanishes from his eyes. "Okay, doll."
We walk out to the patio where the other couples are dancing. I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me close. We sway to the beat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tyler pestering Caroline. That's pretty bold of him seeing as this is her boyfriend's house. Tyler touches her rear end, so Caroline pushes him into a wall and knees him in the groin. That definitely hurt, well, now he knows cheerleaders can be lethal. Like I've said before, we can deliver a hard kick.
"I don't like you ditching." Damon says seriously catching my attention and my eyes return to my boyfriend.
I laugh at his pout. "I had a feeling you were going to say that."
"Why's that?"
"You like that I'm a good girl." I murmur.
"It's attractive." He agrees. "Yes."
I smile at him. "It's not possible for someone to be good all the time..."
"You have my permission to be bad, very bad, when we're alone together and preferably naked." He says lewdly with a wiggle of brows. To show his enthusiasm for the idea, he pushes against me making me feel the bulge in his jeans.
The bulge catches me by surprise, Damon looks smug as ever.
"I swear to the Lord that you're always horny." I roll my eyes.
He laughs loudly at my comment. "Not always! Only when I'm around you!"
I study him with a smirk.
"What? You're mine. Why would you expect anything less?" He says in a whisper. "I'm always thinking of your naked tiny body. How perfect your breasts fit in my palms. The way your long legs wrap around my waist. Being able to hear your breath catch when I play with your button or kiss you here..." He kisses me under my ear. My sweet spot, it always does me in.
I can feel my skin burning up from his dirty talk.
"Are you nice and wet for me?" He asks, tilting his head to the left.
"Damon!" I hiss disapproving of the question.
"What?" He asks innocently. Again, he pushes the bulge against me. "You're my girlfriend. It's nothing to be shy about."
I'm blushing like crazy.
"Tell me..."
"Yes, yes I am." I say quickly.
He grins like a champion. "Yes you're what?"
I scowl at him. "Yes, I'm wet."
"For?"
"You." I grumble.
He lets out a low moan which only makes me wetter. I need a minute to myself. This is too much to handle. I wait for the song to end and excuse myself to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, I wet my hands to touch my face and neck. I look in the mirror and smirk. I can't believe how hot and bothered I look. Damon is all kinds of no good for me.
I find myself curious to explore my body. I'm wearing a black wiggle dress, Damon nearly lost his mind when he picked me up. He didn't think I owned any so-called 'sexy' dresses. My body looks curvier in the form fitting satin. I move my dress up my enough to touch my underwear. They're soaked. Damn Damon! I roll my eyes and put everything back in place.
When I return to the party, my heart drops seeing a greaser girl feeling up Damon. I think her name is Sarah something. She's in the junior class. My eyes squint as I watch Damon back away from her. He doesn't want her. I instantly feel bad about doubting him; besides he loves 'forever', he can't be the betraying type.
I grumble in possessiveness and walk over to them, my heels sounding like march across the house. I can hear Damon now from this distance.
"Sarah, I can't do that with you. I have a girlfriend."
"You? Girlfriend?" Sarah smiles. "I don't think so." She replies and touches his hips.
He bats her hand away. "Yes, my girlfriend, you know... Elena Gilbert."
"Elena?" She backs away from him. "Stop lying, baby, you don't have a girlfriend. Elena is too much of a good girl for you, what can you do with her? I bet she doesn't even know how to-"
Alright, that's enough of this. I make myself known to them. Poor Damon, he looks worried thinking that I caught him flirting with a greaser girl. I step right in between them and face Sarah. I cross my arms with a strong glare.
"Are you hard of hearing? Do you not understand English?" I say looking the home wrecker up and down. "I may not talk to you at school, but you know who I am. This is your cue to leave, before I make your life at school a living hell." I whisper 'hell' dramatically and finish with my best peppy cheerleader smile.
Sarah looks like she's about to cry when she walks away. I wave using every finger. "Bye bye now."
"Jesus H. Christ, when did you get so scary?" Damon asks in a mumble.
After a pause, Damom turns to address me. "Elena, I would never-"
I stop him by wrapping my arms around his neck and kiss him gently. I pull back. "I know you didn't want her to come on to you."
Damon looks relieved and we change the subject. I look around the room and spot Tyler following Caroline to the patio. What the hell, does he not understand that she's with Matt?
"Is there something going on with Tyler and Caroline?" I ask with narrowed eyes at the two. This is second time tonight that I'm catching him with her.
"He likes her."
"Like you liked me?" I ask teasingly.
"I don't think anyone will ever like someone as much as I like you." He replies in a cool voice, completely oblivious to how romantic his words are.
I lunge fiercely at him pressing my lips against his. He's caught off guard for a mili-second before returning the kiss. We begin to French kissing passionately. He breaks the kiss noticing the way people are watching us intently.
"Can you take me home?" I ask breathlessly.
"You know I will." Damon nods and places his hand on the small of my back.
Talk about unfortunate timing, as Damon and I are leaving, Vicki and my brother are walking up to the house.
"What are you doing here?" Jeremy asks.
"Probably just visiting Matty, although it has been awhile." Vicki says with a raised brow.
"No, actually there's a party inside. Most of the guys are here." Damon explains.
"A party." Jeremy puts it together and grabs me suddenly, surprising Vicki and Damon, but not me.
I laugh at Jeremy. "Guess you were too slow this time!" I say smugly.
"Tell me how many right now." He says sternly.
"Ooooh." I tease and taunt him.
"How many?" He shakes me getting angry.
"Not enough." I answer. "You can let go of me now... I'm clearly thinking straight. Nothing crazy is gonna happen. Scout's honor."
Jeremy squints at me before walking away. I'm surprised he didn't say a word to Damon. I wonder how their friendship is holding up.
"What was that about?" Damon asks looking uncomfortable. I'm pretty sure he was one second from making Jeremy let me go.
"He wanted to know how many shots." I roll my eyes. "Such a hypocrite considering he's the one that carries a flask."
Damon wraps an arm around me and we walk to his car. "It's an older brother thing, trust me I know, we care too much. You can't blame him for looking out for you." He says sincerely. When he says things like this, it makes me wanna slap Stefan for ignoring him. Damon loves his 'baby brother'.
"And by the way, I might die if I ever see you with a flask." Damon's smirk sometimes make me laugh so hard.
He drives the short distance to my house and pulls up to the driveway. We sit in the car with the engine on. "Are you gonna spend the night?" I ask confused.
Damon's eyes light up. This is the first time I've 'invited' him to stay. He's usually asking or begging or breaking in. "Yeah, I'm gonna find somewhere to park." He answers in a husky voice.
I smile and open my car door. I walk up to the house and leave the door unlocked for him. I go into the kitchen to drink a glass of water and by the time I'm done, he's back. I run into him in the main hallway. There's no point for me to stall; like asking him to watch a movie with me. I know what he wants. He wants me.
I make the move to walk upstairs, he's right behind me. As we enter my room, he locks the door and attacks me. He's kissing me hard. It's like the beast inside is suddenly unleashed. He goes around me to kiss the back of my neck. I feel his hand running up and down the zipper of the dress. "You're not allowed to wear this dress, ever again, unless I'm with you." He orders seriously.
"Oh really?" I ask amused.
"Mmm Hmm." He purrs while unzipping the dress. "Silly girlfriend. You can only dress sexy for my eyes."
He moves the dress down my body until he's on his knees. He lifts my feet up to remove the dress from under me. "I'm adding these heels to the list too." He says in a thoughtful voice.
"Damon. Stop being ridiculous." I chide. I love my shoes!
He snickers. "You think I'm joking, but I'm not." He slips my heels off.
I look down at him. I'm waiting for him to come up and do something, but he doesn't. He stays at his knees scanning me over. His right hand comes up to cup my underwear. I shiver at the touch. I'm extra sensitive. I blush realizing he knows how wet I am.
He sinfully rubs his nose and mouth against my underwear. I squeal and try to move away, but he's got a tight grip on me. "Damon..." I plead for him to let go.
"Elena, are we alone in the house?"
"Huh? Uh yeah, father has night shift, Jer is with Vicki..." I answer suspiciously.
"Good." He says smiling still staring at my underwear. "I'm gonna make you scream for me."
He picks me up and throws me on the bed. I lay on the bed, slightly whiplashed, waiting to see what's going to happen. He shrugs off his clothes until he's only wearing boxers. He crawls up in between my legs and moves to kiss my lips. "Trust me." He whispers. "I'm gonna take you to heaven and back." I look at him quizzically as he shimmies down me.
He removes my underwear and tosses them off the bed. His face is at the level of my core, I can hear little moans coming from him. His pelvis grinds against the bed a few times. "You're so wet." He sighs. "All for me. Always for me. Only for me." His thumb comes up to press against my button. I close my eyes in pleasure. He stops pressing making me whine. "What do you say Elena?"
"Thank you Damon." I roll my eyes and breathlessly reply. He goes back to thumbing me, my legs start spreading apart. He rubs his pelvis against the bed once more.
I jump up when I feel his tongue lick my core. He won't let me move away or close my legs. "Damon." I say uncomfortable.
He ignores me, licking me a few more times before stopping. "You taste delicious. Quite the treat for me." He says happily.
"Damon, what are you doing?" I ask uncomfortably.
"What?" He replies with the word drawn out. "You don't like the way this feels?" He asks demonstrating with a long lick in the center of my folds going from top to bottom.
"Elena?" He questions.
"I don't..." I stumble to form words.
"Doll, just relax and concentrate on feeling good. 'Cause I really, really, want to taste you. I've thought about you in this position far too many times. Even before I became your boyfriend."
"What? Like this?" I exclaim with a blush.
He laughs kissing my core making me tremor. "I'm gonna be honest with you. I used to think about this whenever you wore your cheer uniform." He moans and licks me. "And now, you're mine to enjoy. Lucky me." He's making me quiver. "God, but lately I touch myself thinking about your nurse dress. I want a picture of you."
His naughty confessions manage to make me feel less self-conscious. I relax against the bed and let him taste me. When he notices my approval, he spreads my legs, until I'm completely exposed to him. He sighs and licks me with determination.
It feels incredible. I never want him to stop. I could get addicted to this feeling. All of his licks feel like pinpoints of pleasure. I shiver each time he pulls back. "Damon." I moan his name in pleasure.
He takes my button in his mouth, sucking on it, biting on it. I'm shaking on the bed completely lost in the moment. I couldn't remember what street I live on to save my life.
He's drawing slow circles with his tongue. My hips reflexively start pushing against his tongue asking for more. I can feel my body coiling, the pressure is escalating.
I'm panting his name in breaths like a mantra. He must like it because he seems to be working harder down there. I feel his tongue enter my opening, it's the push I need. With a few thrusts of his tongue, my back arches off the bed and I scream welcoming my little death. He was right, he got me to scream.
My face and hair are wet with sweat. There's a glistening layer running along my body. I feel clammy. I'm having trouble forming thoughts. This was the most intense little death he's delivered. I feel lightheaded in a good way. My heart is rapidly beating in contrast to my slow thinking.
I watch him crawl up the bed. He's staring at me with appreciation. It takes me a second to notice that he's touching himself and studying me. Once I come down from the high, my hand darts down his body. He looks at me a little surprised, but he lets me wrap my hand around his penis. He sighs as I stroke him up and down the way he showed me.
I know he's getting close when his teeth grind. He has a look of desperation. His hands find their way to my breasts. He moans in pleasure a few times before falling apart on me. His sticky spendings spill on my stomach. His breathing is irregular in relief. When he comes back to me, he looks coy like yesterday, while wiping my body clean.
As we get under the covers to curl up and fall asleep, he kisses my cheek. "No dress can compare to how sexy you look with nothing on - other than my heart." He muses touching the necklace around my neck.