Author's Note:
Here you go guys! Chapter 14. Hope you like it.
Also…I saw a crow outside my bedroom window staring at me, and part of me hoped it was Damon…the crazy part.
VERY IMPORTANT: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED T – M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Chapter 14: 175
Elena paced her room nervously. It had been another week and she still hadn't heard anything from Damon but drunken phone calls that she couldn't make out. Bonnie and Caroline stopped by to tell her they reamed Damon out and that he was just a big of mess as she was. Elena made the decision that she needed to talk to him.
She glanced at the wrapped up package on her dresser, and grabbed it before leaving the house. Her heart was beating so fast as she approached the Boarding House that she had to take a couple of deep breaths before getting out of the car.
Elena didn't bother to knock. She entered quietly and made her way into the parlor, where she was sure Damon resided.
She stared at the chair he was sitting in, nursing a drink and staring at the fire. "Hey." She greeted quietly.
Damon didn't even turn around. "What are you doing here?"
Elena huffed, and walked around to stand in front of him. "I've come to a conclusion." She stated firmly, holding the package in one hand.
Damon raised a brow. "You have, have you?" he was trying to be as casual as possibly, but his voice was raw from misuse and the emotions clouding his mind.
Elena smiled sweetly, and sat on his lap, and put an arm around his neck to play with his dark locks. "We're gonna be together." She shrugged. "You can't push me away Damon. You should know by now how persistent I can be." She teased. She saw the beginning of a smile grace his lips before he quickly hid it.
"What's that?" he nodded to the package in her lap.
Elena smirked. "It's called a present." She explained slowly.
Damon rolled his eyes. "I know that. Who's it for?"
Elena held it out. "You…" she drawled out like it was obvious.
"Why…?" he asked in the same tone.
Elena frowned. "Well one usually does get presents on their birthday, don't they?" she continued to mock him. She missed their playful banter.
Damon reeled back in shock. "How did you know it was my birthday? That's not information I usually divulge." He looked at her then down at the present.
She raised a brow. "I'm a girl Damon. Girl's snoop." When he looked up to glare at her she flashed him a bright smile. "Open it." She was excited…she knew he would like it.
Damon placed his drink on the floor beside the chair and tore into the carefully wrapped gift, pulling out a worn book. The pages you could tell had been flipped many times and were tinted yellow with old age. The cover was well worn leather with the gold cursive of 'The Coral Island' across the front.
He frowned and swallowed hard, running his hand over the leather. "This was my favorite book when I was a kid." His words were low and quiet.
"I know." She replied happily.
Damon turned his eyes on her. "How could you possibly know that?" he fingered the pages absentmindedly.
Elena shrugged and curled into him more. "Well it was my favorite too…well Lord of the Flies was. I brought it up a long time ago and Stefan told me that you liked the original so…" she trailed off nodding to the book.
Damon shook his head, opening the cover to examine it. "Thank you. Where did you get this?"
"The antique book shop in town. I lucked out though, this was the last one." She smiled when Damon wrapped his arms around her.
"Thank you, Elena…I love it." She knew him. She knew him better than anyone, and it rocked him to his very core, that this little slip of a girl could know things he never cared to open up to anyone about before.
She hugged him back, content in his arms. "Happy one-hundred and seventy-fifth birthday, Damon, God…that was a mouthful." She giggled.
Damon looked down at the top of her head, which was snuggled under his chin. "You actually did the math?"
"Yup."
He rested his head on the back of the chair. "Now I feel old." He grumbled.
Elena looked up at him. "That was only one of your presents. The other one is upstairs." She jumped off his lap and grabbed his hand pulling him to his feet. Damon placed the book on the chair, and followed her up the stairs and into his room.
Damon looked around but couldn't find anything. Elena was standing in the middle of his room. "So where is this other present?" he asked letting his eyes settle on her.
Elena smirked. "You're lookin at her." At his confused look she stepped closer to him placing her hands on his chest. "I'm stupid for not realizing it earlier; that you wouldn't know until I told you." She took a deep breath gazing right into Damon's blue eyes. "I love you." She expressed them with as much passion as possible, watching him exhaled deeply with relief and happiness. She could see him holding himself together in front of her, trying not to cry and keeping himself from breaking down completely. She said it. She said the words he'd been waiting over a hundred years to hear. Someone loved him and it was someone he loved back. "And I don't want kids, or a family or growing old if I can't do it with you." A tear ran down her cheek and he wiped it away with the pad of his thumb.
Damon caught her last words and frowned. "I don't want to turn you…I don't wanna give you a life like this." He whispered pulling her closer.
Elena buried her head in his chest breathing in his scent. "It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. I don't want to be all old and grey and wrinkly while you're still smokin' hot." She joked, and smiled when it got a chuckle out of Damon. Her voice turned serious again. "I've never felt this way about anyone…the passion, the love, everything. It consumes me…it's like my entire body is on fire and I never want it to stop burning." She explained clutching him tighter, her voice strained with emotion.
Damon dropped his head to her shoulder, inhaling her scent and placing kisses over the tears that dropped there. He shook slightly with the intensity of her words and their embrace. "I know…I know." He could barely speak right now he was so overwhelmed with amazement and happiness. "God, Elena…I love you so much." His voice cracked a little. "I can't even…" he trailed off the words dying in his throat.
She pulled away to look at his face, placing her hand to his cheek, and wiping away his tears. "I love you too. We can do this Damon, there's nothing holding us back anymore. This, what we have, it's not wrong…it's so so right, and we shouldn't have to hide it from ourselves or anyone else." Elena expressed firmly. She ran her hands down from his face to his chest, caressing his through the thin material of his shirt, while Damon had one arm around her waist drawing lazy circles on her lower back and the other running through her long tresses.
He nodded, before leaning down and capturing her lips in a soft kiss. Elena pressed herself against him, clutching his shirt in her hands. He was making it hard for her to stand with his kiss. As gentle as it was it stirred something inside her that she hadn't felt before.
She didn't even have time to register that she was on Damon's bed now and he was caressing her face as he placed lust filled kisses all along her jaw and neck. She sighed shakily, encouraging him by running her fingers through his hair. She heard him growl lightly, and continued his way down her chest with eagerness.
Elena was panting now. Damon was playing her like a fine tuned guitar and all they'd done so far is kiss. Damon looked up at her from under his lashes, and smirked at the flushed tone of her skin. He captured her lips again passionately, slipping his tongue out to run over her bottom lip, before letting it mingle with hers. His large hand traveled up her toned stomach under her shirt and was delighted as the muscles danced under his touch.
He used the help of his other hand to pull it up and over her head, breaking their kiss momentarily. Damon threw the shirt across the room and gazed down on her tanned skin in contrast against the black bra she wore. He was panting himself, even though he didn't need to, and he was enticed by the way her chest heaved beneath him. He gently raised his ringed hand, brushing away the hair from her face before trailing it down her neck to her chest, and then to slowly peel away her left bra strap in awe of what was about to happen.
Elena grabbed the hem of his shirt with shaky hands trailing them upward and softly grazing Damon's skin. He pulled it over his head Elena immediately placed her hands on his bare chest, feeling the coolness of his skin and the hard muscle that lay beneath it.
Her body was in overdrive right now. Every single touch to her skin had her melting. Damon rested his weight on his palms on either side of Elena, locking his blue eyes onto her brown ones, before dipping for another ardent kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair and moving her body as close to his as she could. She pulled away to place wet kisses on his neck and shoulder Damon's eyes shut in contentment.
He reached down for the button and zipper on Elena's jeans, and shifted slightly to peel them off along with her thong, socks and shoes. He had to take a moment to look at the woman in front of him. Her skin bare and flawless, save a few bruises, her hair spread out over his pillow, and her breasts rising with each breath.
When he started undoing his belt, and then the button and then the zipper, Elena's heartbeat sped up, her eyes running over his lean form. And Damon smirked knowing how he was affecting her. Once he lost his jeans and boxers he resumed his spot kneeling before her, caressing his hands up her smooth calves and thighs, and hips before pulling her body upwards towards him. Damon's fingers danced along her spine and found her bra unhooking the clasps deftly. She released her arms from the straps and wrapped them around him, gasping as she felt the first contact of his chest against hers. He pushed her hair back from her shoulders and kissed along her collar bone and Elena exhaled a sigh. Damon smiled against her heated skin. He wanted to drag this out as long as possible, in a way to prove to himself that she was really in his arms, writhing against him as he teased her. When her pulse throbbed under his lips the veins below his eyes darkened and his eyes turned red. He turned his head away from her when his fangs pushed through his gums.
"Hey…" Elena grabbed his face and tilted it up to hers. "You don't have to hide from me." She ran her delicate fingers down his nose, and under his eyes and then placed a kiss on his lips around his fangs.
It was a sweet moment for Damon. It was Elena accepting him as he was, with no judgment, just love despite his flaws. He moaned into her mouth when he felt his fang nick her lip and quickly pulled his head away again and made a moved to get up.
Elena held onto his tight and looked him in the eyes. "It's okay Damon. I want you to…" she flung her hair off her shoulder and bared her neck to him. "I trust you."
Damon eyed her neck with uncontained lust and hunger. His eyes darted to her to see if she was serious. "You want me to…?" he clarified quietly.
Elena smiled. "I'm yours Damon…all of me, including this." Damon slowly moved closer to her neck, resting on hand on her upper arm and the other plowed through her hair at the back of her neck. She encouraged him by urging his head closer. Damon licked and kissed her skin before carefully sinking his teeth into her, relishing in her gasp of pleasure and pain. He gripped her arm moaning as her blood coated his tongue and danced down his throat. She tasted so good, but he had to stop. If it were anyone else he wouldn't have. He knew just how much to take before someone couldn't function, and he wanted Elena completely functional tonight.
She was panting above him, her mouth parted slightly. Her eyes gazed at him blissfully before narrowing and kissing him hard. She tasted her blood on his lips be she didn't care, as she nibbled on his bottom lip and clutching him tighter. When she bit his lip she drew a little blood, and sucked on it, surprised at how she liked the taste.
Damon forced her back to the bed and let his hand travel down between her thighs. She whimpered loudly and pitched her hips up. Damon couldn't tease her or himself anymore. He positioned himself and linked his hands with her over her head before slowly entering.
The room was filled with gasps and moans as their bodies moved together for the rest of the day, pulling pleasure and release out of each other over and over and over again.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Elena pushed around the eggs frying in the pan with a spatula. It was well into the afternoon now but she worked up an appetite for breakfast food. Her long dark tresses were tied up in a high ponytail and she was clothed in only one of Damon's black button up shirts and her thong.
She hummed mindlessly to herself before turning her head to the entry of the kitchen. Damon stepped through a couple seconds later.
"Oh, you look so hot in my shirt." He exclaimed speeding himself to her side and giving her a lasting kiss.
Elena giggled and turned back to the eggs. "I know…I think I might steal it." She smirked mischievously.
Damon opened the fridge to grab his bagged blood. "Go ahead, its not like I don't have like a million of them." He stuck the lV tube in his mouth and sucked out of it like a straw, looking at her.
Elena placed the eggs in a plate and put the pan in the sink. "I felt you coming…" she started, glancing at him.
Damon's eyes widened comically and smirked slyly. "I felt you coming too…more than once." He teased.
Elena smacked him in the chest. "Not what I meant. At the door when you came in, it was like I knew you were gonna be there." She grabbed a fork and dug in.
Damon nodded. "You can sense me. A little perk to shared blood during sex…not only are you connecting your bodies, but you're connecting your mind too. Once my blood is out of your system it'll go away."
Elena canted her head to the side. "I think it's kinda cool." She groaned a little as she sat down.
Damon frowned and came to sit in the chair beside her. "You okay?" he asked concerned.
She just shook her head, looking down at her plate. "Yeah I'm fine, just…a little sore, that's all." She blushed keeping her head down.
Damon continued to stare at her still sipping the blood. "Did I make it hurt in all the right places?" he asked cockily raising a brow.
She rolled her eyes. She knew he would tease her about it. "And some of the wrong places…you made me use muscles I didn't even know I had." She shoveled a forkful in her mouth.
Damon focused on her neck, looking at the red wound in the shape of his teeth. It was healing a little from his blood, but she didn't have enough to heal it completely. He was mad at himself for marking her skin like that.
Elena caught his eyes. "Damon…I asked you to. It doesn't even hurt that much anymore and it'll go away." When his expression didn't change she crawled onto his lap. "I'm fine, I promise. So birthday boy…how do you wanna spend the rest of your birthday?" she leaned her forehead against his.
"Here. With you…in bed." he smiled. "Sound good?"
She giggled and nodded against him. "Mhmm. Race ya!" she bolted up and booked it for the stairs. She pushed through Damon's bedroom door to find him already standing there with his arms crossed.
She stopped suddenly, narrowing her eyes. "You cheated!"
Damon rolled his eyes. "I didn't cheat. I just used my skills to my advantage." He explained as he stepped toward her. He picked her up in his arms, grinning at her boisterous laughter, and throwing her on the bed before himself. He brushed her hair away from her face. "I love you." The words rolled off his tongue so easily now.
Elena broke out on a bright smile. "I love you." She started laughing again and buried her head in his chest.
Damon looked down at her. "What?"
Elena looked up at him again. "We're gonna turn into that sickeningly sweet couple we used to hate, aren't we?"
Damon shrugged. "It might be fun…making everyone nauseatingly appalled by our passionate kisses and murmurs of sweet nothings." Damon mocked with exaggeration.
"Not everyone is against us you know…" Elena mentioned, drawing patterns on his chest.
Damon gazed at her for a long time. "And if they are…I don't care. It doesn't change anything. You're everything to me." He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand and loved the way she leaned into it. She was finally his. He looked down at her curled in his arms like she was molded to him…and he knew he would never love anything more.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Author's Note:
Sorry for the late update guys. I hope you liked that chapter and it wasn't too smutty for some of you. I thought I'd give you some fluff…the next chapter will be less angsty as well. Please review, thank you again.