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Back to Reality
I was listening to the sound of the shower, a million things running through my mind and I was trying to convince myself, that the thought of Damon, naked in the shower was not one of them. God, when did things get so messed up? Damon's abrupt departure seemed to have turned everything upside down. Turned me upside down. I felt so confused, so overwhelmed. For a while now I had admitted to myself that I have always felt a pull towards Damon. He was after all a very attractive man, with plenty of bad boy charm to make any girl's heart flutter. What I didn't realize, was how deep and great this pull between us was. Ughh, I was getting a headache, just from thinking about it. What I needed was to clear my head. For some reason that I didn't understand, he was mad at me for not telling him sooner that I knew about the compulsion. I mean, I was the one that should've been mad at him for compelling me in the first place. Right?
Another delightful question that was running through my mind was if I had cheated on Stefan with Damon. Technically, Stefan and I were on a break, so it shouldn't count as cheating. Not in the literal sense anyway. In a moral sense the answer was 'yes'. Should I regret it? Because I definitely wasn't. Yes, I admitted to myself that I went about it the wrong way. I felt guilty. I especially felt guilty for admitting to myself that Stefan had never made me feel the way Damon did. Stefan's touches and kisses, no matter how passionate or how intimate, they never had the effect Damon's touches had. My body was still vibrating with that animalistic need. In the places he had touched me, there was still a ghost of that tingling sensation. My hands restless in their need to feel him. Feel his smooth, cold skin, his toned muscles flex beneath my palms. I was… I was in a constant state of arousal. So yes, I felt guilty. But I didn't regret a single touch or a single kiss between Damon and me.
The soothing, familiar sound of the running water stopped, so I dragged myself out of the bed. I picked up some clothes and took a sit on a chair, waiting for Damon to get out from the bathroom. When he finally got out, he was completely naked. No underwear, no robe, no towel. I jumped up from the chair, my clothes fell from my lap, but I didn't even notice. I was too preoccupied staring at the perfection that was Damon Salvatore. Damn! He looked too good for words. (Hello Damnation, take me now!) The image of me drooling, with my eyes ready to pop out of my sockets, might've given people an idea. Might've giving him an idea of what was running through my head too.
"I…I…are you…hm…done?" I asked, putting the words together with much difficulty. The now rather familiar hot, tingling sensation spread all through my body. A needy, shaky moan was just on the tip of my tongue. It was taking a lot of self-control from my part not to let it out.
"Yes" he passed his hand through his slightly wet, jet black hair. Jesus help me! "The towels from last night are still wet. There was only one dry towel left, I saved it for you." he finished. The fact that he was naked didn't seem to bother him at all.
I wanted to run in the bathroom, lock the door and swallow the key, so I could stay away from him. That, or run to him. Run into his arms and ask him, no, beg him to put out the fire he ignited within me. The first option was out, because he was standing in the doorway, blocking my way towards the bathroom. (So second option full speed ahead I say!)
A drop of water left his neck and started its journey down south, on his well-defined pecks. Down his abs, his bellybutton. My breath accelerating as I was following the small drop, envying the way it was shamelessly gliding all over his perfect body. I imagined myself bending over and catch it with my tongue, ending its arrogant life. Then I'll catch the others as well. All of them, until he'll be all mine, only mine. (Possessive much? I had no idea until now)
"If you don't stop looking at me like that, I swear I'll have you naked against the wall behind you in less than thirty seconds," he said with a warning in his eyes, but it was too late. I already wanted to be held between him and the wall. I wanted to feel his talented hands all over me. Feel his domineering mouth on my own, taking ownership of mine. I bit my bottom lip in anticipation.
Up until giving into the forbidden that was Damon Salvatore, I never thought I might like being dominated. Mind you, I never actually given that much thought to the love-making process to be honest. Not until I met Damon. It was as if, meeting him unlocked a very different side of me. A naughty, fiery side. A side that filled my mind with wicked thoughts I couldn't seem to get rid of. More and more I found myself thinking of how good it must feel to be dominated by him, possessed by him, marked by him. I was sure he was the type of lover that could give as much, if not more than he took.
I took a few steps forward and stopped in front of him. Without conscious thought, I raised my hands, placing them on his chest. I started moving my hands in slow motion. Up on his neck and shoulders, delighted at the hardness of the muscles on his back. Lower, on his chest and ribs. I felt like a sugar addict in front of a giant candy cane. His skin felt amazing. Toned, smooth, slightly cold and my fingers were humming with delight. A low purr vibrated in my throat but I refused to open my mouth to set it free. Biting my lip, I gathered the courage to look up. His eyes were a whole new form of visual molestation. Blue? No. Green? Not green either. They seemed to hold into their irises a multitude of colors. From the brightest green, to the iciest blue and everything in between. A gray-turquoise. Beautiful. Incredibly and undeniably beautiful. And deep inside their mystique, they held the essence of the man and the vampire. The animalistic lust and the undeniably human confusion and hesitation. Two sides of the same man at a constant war with one another.
"Elena…" he mumbled.
In a second he was pressing me against the wall, true to his promise. (Yes please!) He started by kissing my neck and rubbing his hands all over my body in an almost aggressive way. The palms of his hands pressed into my back, pulling me closer to him. He was a starving man and I was his favorite dish. I thought his lips will travel lower. I was wrong. He went up, on my jaw. When he got to my ear and I felt the tip of his tongue tracing the outline, I let out a deep, guttural moan. He sighted in response. His warm breath sending chills down my spine.
Just as sudden as he had started, he stopped. He stuck both of his hands in my hair, looking into my eyes. There was pain reading all over his face and it made my heart ache. I would've said anything, done anything to make it go away.
"Elena, we can't. I can't do this," he whispered. His voice so soft, the ghost of a thought. It reminded me of the words he spoke before compelling them away. 'I wish you didn't have to forget this' he had said.
"Damon, I want you!" I said determined and I felt his body tense. I did want him. So bad that I thought that if he won't be with me now, I would simply go insane. He must've known that right? I thought that after all that transpired between us over the bumpy road of our friendship, he must've always known, in a way. He has a vampire after all. Maybe I didn't say much or did much to make it clear, but he must've been able to tell.
"I… look, If you'll still want me after Stefan gets out of that tomb, as much as you do now. Nothing, I promise you, nothing would make me happier than to make you mine," he said and let me go. My body immediately mourned the loss of him. He went by his bed and started dressing. I picked up my clothes from the floor, ran into the bathroom and locked the door, leaning against it, shaking. My desire was easily altering into anger. I basically begged for him to sleep with me. And he said no. but hell, a different side of me knew he had every right to say no.
Once I stopped shaking, I stood up and got in the shower. The cold water was slowly calming my burning skin. After I was done, I wrapped the only towel left around my body and took a sit on the stool in the corner of the small room. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. What was I doing?! I was becoming Katherine. A month ago I was happy with Stefan and now…now I was falling for Damon. God, I was FALLING for him! Why? When? How did that happen? That was not possible, it couldn't be, I had to stop, and whatever was going on had to stop. He had been right to say no. This was a crazy, stupid situation. He was everywhere I was, always trying to protect me. In the end, of one thing I was a hundred per cent sure, I needed Damon in my life. The few days he'd been gone proved that. Without him I had been…incomplete. However, I was still confused. Overwhelmed by feelings I had suppressed for so long and yet when the cage I locked them in broke, they all came out at once. He deserved better. I knew that. I owed him that.
"Are you ok in there?" Damon asked, interrupting me thoughts. "Lucy's waiting for us downstairs, should I tell her we'll be late?" he asked.
"No, I'll be out in a minute" I answered.
I got dressed as quickly as I could, got out and looked around for the last time. I took my suitcase and headed towards the door. Once I got in the hallway he tried to take the suitcase from my hand.
"I can do it, it's not heavy" I said.
"Fine" he said and descended down the stairs. I cursed his big, fat ego and followed him.
Lucy was waiting for us in the living room, holding her grandma's hand in hers.
"I hope everything was ok," her grandma said smiling at us.
"Very, thank you, everything was perfect" Damon said, smiling back and taking my hand in his "Shall we, darling? We have a long way to go," the double meaning of his last phrase did not pass unnoticed.
"Such a lovely couple," the elder woman said and I bit my lip. (yeah, I know)
"I made sandwiches and coffee for the road," Lucy said once we got to the car.
"I'll take one of those" I said taking a thermos from Lucy's hands.
In ten minutes, we were finally in the car and on the road. Damon turned on the radio and opened a window.
"Can you please change the channel, I don't want to hear the news?" I asked.
"Don't you want to know what's happening around the world?" he asked back.
"No," I answered simply.
"Fine, I'll change it."
"Do you mind? I'm cold," I said, looking at the opened window.
"Put a blanket on!" he said.
"I don't want a blanket; I want you to close the window!" I shouted.
"Lucy, are you cold back there?" he asked.
"No, I'm good," she answered.
"See, you're the only one who's cold. You should put on real clothes next time. I can practically see your skin through that t-shirt of yours."
"Are you sure you two aren't actually married?" Lucy asked with a giggle.
Neither one of us answered, we looked at each other for a minute then he closed the window.
"Thanks" I mumbled and that was it.