Song rec: I See Fire (Kygo Remix) by Ed Sheeran
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Elena woke up to an empty bed and a note propped on her night stand. Damon's elegant script explained she'd been impossibly beautiful drooling on the pillow next to him and he didn't have the heart to wake her before his appointment today. She traced the 'L' of Love at the end of his letter with the tip of her middle finger. His words were slanted and scrawled like they were made of thin wisps of smoke, straining against his breath as he leaned over the letter.
She smiled and bit her lip after she tucked the paper under her pillow. There was so much to be done anyway so it was probably for the best that she didn't spend all day coming up with ways to be as close to Damon as possible. Everything just felt better with him. He was her drug and she couldn't feel right without him anymore. Caroline would have called this boyfrienditis back in high school.
When she stood and felt the energy dip hit her, it was clear what was first on the to do list of the day. Blood.
It wasn't easy washing away the smell of him from her skin. She ran the sudsy loofa over all the places he left burning trails of saliva and damp finger tips. They had become sweat soaked as if it were the most strenuous of love making, but it was really just because they trying hard to hold it together. She couldn't fathom what it would be if either of them let it all go. There had just been too many memories and too much history pent up inside for her. She didn't have a word for what he was. Love was such a small word and didn't seem enough for the way he left her feeling.
The dizziness of hunger was settling in now. She fumbled for the shower knobs with loud pitchy squeaks, halting the lukewarm spray, and leaned against the wall as the drain moaned against the swirl of soapy remnants of Damon's presence. Her body ached in all the places she'd tensed and he'd grasped last night. She had always thought that having healing abilities meant all wounds would heal and all pain would subside. She liked that her body knew that some pain was meant to be held onto.
After dressing in a jean skirt and turquoise sleeveless blouse, she toed on her flip flops and made her way to the hospital. Caroline was especially good at sneaking out blood bags…Elena not so much. Numerous times she'd had to compel her way out of a sticky situation.
She was just about to step out of her vehicle when her phone buzzed to alert her of a text.
What are you doing?
Her heart skipped like a school girl when she saw his name. She clicked with her thumbs, about to grab some blood bags.
Already got you some. Heard from the grapevine stealing isn't one of your talents.
She smiled and muttered an audible thanks to Caroline and/or Stefan for poking fun at her. She replied with a winky face and got back into her car. So she'd have to go to Casa de Salvatore for her breakfast.
Can I come grab some now? She sent the text to be sure.
Sorry sweet pea. They are in a cooler in my trunk. I'm at the bank; can you munch on an innocent passerby to hold you over?
Ha, yeah. See you later.
Elena stuffed her phone back in her old burlap purse that was known to conceal copious amounts of blood bags and settled back into the seat with a sigh. She tapped her thumbs on the steering wheel as the irritability and restlessness started to kick in. She hated going this long without a feed. Truthfully, she didn't like to feed on anyone when she got this hungry. She had excellent control during a hunt and regular feed…but she was going much longer than usual without a fix. She hadn't crashed like this before. The story of Damon and the little girl swam behind her eyelids and made her shudder despite the heat of the sun searing through the windshield.
Caroline was out of town so her best bet was asking Stefan if he'd snatch a few for her. It was either that or she try herself…but the longer she sat here the more she realized she just wasn't functioning at her best. Ugh, she was getting all sweaty.
She sent a quick text to Stefan, hesitating momentarily before sending the Hey, big favor. Can you meet me at the hospital and grab me a bag?
She swallowed thickly, swiping at the sweat that beaded at her forehead with a shaky hand. This was what Damon referred to as the withdrawal stage. It mimicked that of a drug addict in need of his next fix. Once that passed it was on to extreme weakness and loss of emotional control…and worse to her, the loss of control when it came to keeping the blood source alive during a feed. The older the vampire, the longer they could go without blood and experiencing the withdrawal. Elena was still pretty young and her body craved and craved the moment she slowed down her regular feedings.
She fumbled with her phone when it finally buzzed back.
You okay? We're on our way. Can you make it to the house?
Shit. Dammit. She hadn't even thought about Stefan being with Damon. Her brain stuttered through a way out of looking like she couldn't handle the situation.
She quickly clicked back, I'm fine, just didn't want to feed on anyone here if I didn't have to. Please finish up there.
His reply came barely a second after, All finished, see you soon.
She knew that wasn't the case but what choice did she have at this point. All that really mattered was that she'd get to feed soon and that was reason enough to snap her out of it long enough to make it to the darkened boarding house.
Elena beat them there and let herself into the home, using the key they had long ago left for her under a loose stone in the side pathway to the back door. She always liked using this door that led into the most unused portion of the ancient home. It had a certain smell to it that she appreciated even more now that she was a vampire. Made her think of the way The Secret Garden invoked a stirring need for exploring the old and unknown when she had first read it while stuck in bed sick with the flu as a child.
The thick door shut firmly behind her with a nudge of her hip but she didn't take her time as she usually did to explore the rooms. They were mostly empty but there was just that tickling feeling that there was more to be found. Stefan had chuckled when she asked if there were any hidden rooms or secret treasures beneath loose floorboards. Maybe it really was one of those things that only happen in pretend lives.
Elena had to venture all the way to the front of the house to use the bathroom that sat nestled near the basement stairs. It was a nice bathroom with homey touches to the intricate woodwork inside. There was tiling old as dirt and Damon was constantly reminding the girls to primp in a different bathroom if they were in spikey heels. She'd caused a chip or two already before her many date nights with Stefan.
Her reflection was a true reminder that she was a vampire. There was a paleness that wasn't there last night and a bleariness to her darty eyes. The soft white hand towel did wonders for the dampness collecting along her hairline though. It had a calming scent to it too; she always loved the smell of their laundry. Made their hugs remind her that they come from the same place.
Just as she was shaking her shirt to cool the skin of her abdomen and chest, the sound of the front door and shuffle of feet jolted her senses. Jesus she was jumpy.
"Where you at baby vamp?" Damon called, the sound of something heavy hitting the floor.
She heard Stefan murmur that she was in the bathroom and then they both quieted. Elena swallowed hard and tried to clear her throat as quietly as possible. It only worsened the burning and tightening so she just gave up and pushed the door open with a long creak.
If there was one thing that could tear her mind away from her very real need to feed, it was looking at Damon and remembering what they had done last night. She didn't expect the room to seemingly close in at the sight of him or her breath to catch in her searing throat. Then there was that shyness that she had never expected to become part of who she was with him. It was never there before he was hers and she didn't understand it now except that maybe all the layers of the unexplored were so vast. He was the treasure under loose floorboards; a secret room behind a familiar bookcase.
He felt it too, she could see it on his face and in the way his arms tensed and loosened much like they had before he scooped her against his chest and took her lips in all the spaces between his. It took a moment for him to blink away and say softly towards the ground before stooping down, "let's get one of these in you."
Elena had almost forgotten Stefan was in the room when he picked up the box to take to the cooler downstairs. When she caught his eyes she knew he knew. There wasn't much Damon or Elena could do about the difference between them. It was as if that thing that had been building and growing from day one had finally reached the brim and it was spilling out beyond the protected and secretive confines of their stolen moments.
Damon led her to the library with only a gentle, yet firm, palm to her lower back. Elena sat down and could do little about the sigh of relief that escaped between gulps of blood. Her eyes remained closed but she didn't need them to be able to pinpoint where Damon was in the room. She knew the room by heart and knew the sequence to his movements. The curtains were parted, a window was cracked, a decanter was swished and then poured. His daylight ring tinkered on the ridges of his thick glass as the couch dipped under his added weight a few inches near her. She liked that he'd started sitting closer to her now.
Elena wanted to apologize for pulling him away from a meeting at the bank but the hunger was demanding her full attention. After she drained the bag and it dropped to her lap she cracked an eye open and said unsteadily, "I want more."
"It's the crave. If you have more you'll be feeding that and your body will remember it the next time. Next time may not be a blood bag," Damon replied, his fingers brushing her bare thigh as he reached for the empty bag.
She nodded because she understood what he meant but that didn't stop the irritation of being deprived of what she wanted from creeping in. He handed her the glass then and she took a big gulp, eying it curiously as it warmed her belly. It was familiar.
"Ric's." Damon offered.
She nodded again. She related the taste to one particular memory and it wasn't really a good one but not a bad one either. She guessed that could be said for most of her memories of him. Elena had found him perched on the windowsill, Aunt Jenna's things still propped on all the surfaces of the room. He looked deep in thought and she just needed to say goodnight. It had been one of those strange moments when she was just a kid and needed a brief reminder that she wasn't alone and a grown up was there to ensure that. She knew he was drunk when he handed her the bottle as soon as she leaned against the window frame to peer at him. Just the sip had caused a dizziness and she couldn't imagine how even a grown man could down as much as he did and stay alert. After a silence that always meant more to her than the words, she handed him the bottle. Just as she turned, his hand had grasped her wrist to pull her back. She couldn't remember what he had said really, just that he called her Isobel at some point and it only reminded her that they were all feeling the same loneliness in that house.
"Where'd you go?" Damon asked with a small smile.
Elena licked her lips, eying the empty blood bag in Damon's hand. He tossed it to the side and stood, leaving the room soundlessly. He was back in a flash with another bag that landed with a thud in her lap. She tore into it quickly, sinking further into the couch.
"Enjoy because your maker has some plans for you starting tomorrow," Damon drawled.
Elena felt physically full but still her body and mind urged her to take in more and more of the blood. She wanted more even after she sucked at the last drops and looked around the room with a new burst of energy. The energy was then converted into something warm and almost euphoric. It was a new kind of blood high to her and it was apparent why so many vampires sought it out.
Everything felt so good and her mind ran so clear and vivid. The only thing she could think about and talk about was wanting Damon to feel like this with her. He smiled a secretive smile every time she said it and just watched her with those eyes as she floated around the room putting her hands on pretty much everything.
Stefan returned to the room with a looseness to his hanging arms which she'd learned long ago meant he was tired. He always tired so much quicker on the animal blood; she really felt for him because the hunger was so unpleasant. Elena watched him trade a look with Damon.
"What was that?" Elena asked boldly, kicking off her flip flops so she could run her bare toes along the softness of the rug.
"That," Damon started, standing with a stretch that brought her eyes to all the rolls of his muscles straining against the movement, "was brotherly stuff. Nothing to concern yourself with."
"Let's do something tonight," she suggested.
Nobody answered her so she shrugged and fiddled with the old record player that she didn't really know how to work. She heard the unmistakable sigh of Damon and turned to smile up at him when he reached around her to turn it on correctly. The scratchy sounds of some old band she wasn't familiar with filled the warm space.
Elena gasped at the contact when he slid his arm around her waist, taking her hand in his as he moved them to the song. She fell into step with ease and she felt it all. She felt the way the skin of his arm crept under the thin material of her shirt and warmed her lower back. She felt the way his fingers rested just so over her knuckles. He smelled like her bed still and she would just close her eyes and lay her head down if he didn't look so brilliantly perfect in this moment. Elena never took her eyes off of his as they moved and the room faded warmly away.
"Mmhm," she heard him murmur and it took her mind a moment to catch up that he was responding to Stefan stating he'd be upstairs.
"What do you call this again?" she asked, moving her body even closer so that her feet were pretty much tucked between his as he supported her weight.
"Love?" he joked. He blew lightly at the wisps of hair that had fallen across her forehead. It sent a thousand chills through her body and she gripped his hand in an attempt to ground herself.
Elena got lost in his eyes again until he finally responded, his voice as thick and warm as the slow drip of melting wax, "I call what you're feeling bloodphoria. I know, I know…I'm creative as hell. Blood is addicting and I've had to make a personal commitment on my good years to take it easy for the sake of Mr. Ripper Salvatore up there…"
She immediately felt the guilt stab her stomach. She could see why it would be hard for Stefan to fight these cravings and all the primal feelings that came with the hunt and the feed. Elena loved it all but she feared it too.
Elena finally gave in and laid her head to his chest, smiling at the way his heart responded to the gesture. His finger absently traced what she imagined to be words on her hand. It made her think of the way his letters were sharply pointed and tenderly curled in all the right places. It was one of those moments that Elena felt the surrealistic wave of time catch up with her. He didn't look well over a century old. He didn't feel like it either…but he was. His heart was still beating and his skin was still laying over his old bones like somebody sculpted him with nothing less than youthful beauty in mind. The white of his eyes were still bright and the blue still vibrant, yet there was so much more behind even his passing glances than that of a twenty something year old guy. He'd had so much longer than most men to let time shape him into the person she loved today.
"Love you," she said into his chest. She could never get tired of saying it aloud.
"Love you baby girl," he replied in the sweetest tone. It was so sweet that she smiled at how easily the very young term of endearment had passed so beautifully out of his usually so sarcastic and biting tongue. She loved that he saved these little parts of himself for her.
The longer she stood here swaying in his arms, the more the blood swirled and pumped deliciously through her veins. It seemed like instead of the high subsiding, it just crept up with more and more intensity. It almost made her nervous but that was hard to be when she was in his arms.
"Shouldn't have let you drink that much," Damon said, dropping her hand so he could cup her chin and tilt her face to look up at him.
The detail on his face startled her for a moment. She saw every line, every color. The iris of his eyes looked like a swirling nebula and somehow she knew he had exactly 132 eyelashes on his right eyelid. When a smile broke out on his face she wondered how long she'd been staring and hoped it wasn't the duration of counting each eyelash.
Elena felt the excitement flare up in her chest when he said lowly, "Want to feel something amazing?"
She didn't have to answer and she loved him for that. His arms effortlessly lifted her so that she wrapped her legs around his waist just as tightly as she squeezed her arms around his warm neck. If only he knew how much she loved to be carried like this and how perfectly he knew just how to fit her against his body.
Her bottom slid across the cold wood of the drink table, glasses clinking to make room for her sudden intrusion. Without warning or much time to take a breath, Damon's fingers ran softly down her bare arms. Her skin exploded in little pricks and dotted with chill bumps but that barely registered when his head bent down and lips captured her earlobe. The feelings that erupted throughout her body were indescribable. If she were a cat she'd be purring but she was a vampire and the moan that escaped her didn't sound like anything she'd ever let out before.
His lips left the soft skin of her ear and trailed over the line of her jaw, pausing to graze upwards and press lightly to the tip of her nose.
"Feel this with me," she pleaded in the softest of whispers against his chin. She liked the way the rough stubble felt against the satin of her lips.
She wasn't surprised when he flashed away for a moment, leaving the air cold and flustered in his absence. He returned with three blood bags tucked in his arm and a single glance back towards the stairs.
"This won't be as intense for me," Damon shrugged when he approached her, emptying the bags one by one in separate glasses. He did it with such graceful movements and nonchalance you'd hardly notice he was pouring human blood with the intention of getting high with his girlfriend.
"Why not?" she breathed, watching him down the first glass in two gulps. Not even a drop was left on his lips to hint at the cool blood he'd just taken in. She really needed to practice, she felt like she needed a bib half the time.
"I'm old. You're not. Tolerance and it takes a bit more…excitement…to get these old bones going. Well…not all my bones," he replied softer than he usually spoke. Then she remembered Stefan up the stairs so she lowered her voice as well.
"Call your girl," she prodded, ignoring his innuendo. She wanted him like this with her. She wanted him to feel it with her even though she knew he'd done it all before. This was only new to her but it felt important that he was a part of everything from here on out. She couldn't fathom it being any other way. Definitely boyfrienditis.
"You're so bad," he whispered under a completely stoic expression. The way he said the words let her know that he liked it and her skin burned with a thrilling curiosity.
Her leg jerked when the cool glass of his last cup of blood grazed her skin when he lifted it from the table. She swung her legs a little, brushing the fabric of his pants with her toes.
"Do you feel anything?" she asked. She couldn't imagine downing three bags that fast and not feeling something.
He didn't answer her; he just bounced his eyebrows and tossed her a wink before pulling his cell out and stepping away to perch on the arm of the couch.
Elena listened to the soft way he asked the woman to come over. He sounded gentle and it made her sad for a brief moment that she never saw these moments when she was just a human girl. She had judged him so harshly at times as he kept all the best parts of himself safely locked away. Each time she'd seen a kindness in him it had stunned her, while each time she saw the monster that lives inside all vampires…she wasn't the least surprised. She expected it. It really did make her sad and this blood high wasn't doing her any favors keeping her emotions balanced.
He clicked off his phone and turned to face her with a ridiculously endearing grin but it fell quickly from his face. He murmured a gentle, "Whoa, whoa, whoa…what's happening?"
She was fighting mercifully to keep her eyes from welling up so she tried to focus on the good feelings still taking flight under her skin from all that blood. With two deep breaths she shook her head and plastered a smile on her face. It felt like every time they were together she ended up crying at the best of times or spilling out another apologetic speech. He had accepted all this already and wanted to move forward so she really needed to join him in that.
"You're just so nice," she said lamely.
He tilted his head and tapped his fingers, turning his lips down in a thoughtful grimace, "Hm, don't think I've heard that one before."
Elena slid off of the table, her feet hitting the old wood with a soft thud. The lights were too bright, making her blood-heightened senses take in too much detail of the elaborate room. She felt his eyes on her as she pulled the matches from their resting place at the mantle and moved around the room to light all the candles that sat on random surfaces. He flicked off the light and shifted into the hallway, his ears picking up on the woman before hers did.
Elena sunk down into the arm chair, the leather giving comfortably under her loose form. She kept running her fingers through the hanging locks of her hair, enjoying the sensation it left between her knuckles and against her palm. She stilled when Damon entered the room with the woman who was still in her pajamas. Elena felt a twinge of guilt for having to pull her out of bed just so they could have a fun night.
She noticed the woman looked a little different since she last fed on her due to the pass of time and it bothered her that she didn't even know her name. A lot of things passed through her mind as she watched the way Damon made quiet small talk with her as if they were old friends; and maybe they were.
His touch was soft and unwavering and if she'd been a human still, maybe she'd have mistaken it for affection. He even took the woman's hand when he sat her on the couch to admire a ring, stating, "That's pretty."
Watching him feed was probably the most beautiful thing Elena had ever witnessed. She tried to make sense of this as she watched the tendon in his neck strain and relax as he sunk his fangs deeply into the woman's neck. She watched his eyes flutter shut and long fingers coax their way down the length of the woman's toned back. It was both fascinating and arousing; both of which she'd long attributed to everything Damon Salvatore.
He took in more than Elena would have thought as safe for the woman but she accepted that he knew what he was doing. Her vampire instincts sparked as the smell of the blood finally reached her, causing the euphoria and need to swirl in a fresh wave of hunger. But she wasn't hungry really, this was very different and probably what Damon was trying to steer her clear of. It was probably what Stefan felt all the time to some degree and again a wave of guilt hit her at doing this at all with him just up the stairs.
"Come here," Damon said almost sluggishly, the blood running prettily down his chin as he raised his eyes to hers.
She didn't have to be asked twice, she was behind the woman in a flash and peering into Damon's sharp gaze for direction.
"Just a little. A sip. Let's see how well you listen to your maker," he said thickly, darting his tongue out to sweep the warm liquid from his swollen lips.
Her heart pounded and not only because she was about to feed. It was because the way he looked now…the way he sounded…it brought her back to a Damon she shrunk away from years ago. The one she tried to control and shape into his brother without even knowing it at times. He looked perfect and she wished she could pluck that human girl right out of herself and shove her forward; show her what he really was…what this really was.
Elena showed the same delicacy to the woman, reveling in the way her skin felt under her finger tips as she moved her dark curls to the side. Before she bit in something stopped her. She really was bothered that Damon talked so easily to the woman and she didn't even know her name.
"What's your name?" Elena whispered.
"Catherine," the woman replied slowly.
Elena's eyes jerked up to meet Damon's and he leaned his chin to rest on the woman's shoulder. He almost looked like a little boy with the way he peered up at her with large blue eyes. "I've never asked her for her name. Don't you love the universe and its humor?"
"Funny…" she shrugged slowly, not really caring one way or the other. He looked so perfect right now, pale and blood stained against Catherine's dark shoulder.
"Just a sip," he reminded her, closing his eyes as she was sure the blood high was hitting him finally.
Elena leaned down and placed her lips on the opposite side of the woman's neck, shuddering as Damon's fingers found that sweet spot behind Elena's ear. She didn't know how he knew she liked that so much. Maybe she didn't want to know; Katherine's name was in her head now thanks to the universe…
This was the first time that feeding was on the cusp of uncontrollable to her. Never had she wanted so much of something so badly and a sip was simply not enough. Her one sip was a deep and lengthy one but she was still able to pull away despite every fiber, except the one that was aware of Damon at her side, screaming at her to drain the woman.
Elena fell back heavily onto the cool leather of the couch as soon as she forced her mouth away from the pulse of blood. Her eyes fluttered shut as the room danced and warmed under the flicker of candles. She listened to Damon feed the woman his blood and coax her into sleeping it off upstairs in the guestroom.
"Will she be okay?" Elena mumbled from her lax position on the couch when he returned.
"Get up, I didn't just get high as a damn pony shaped kite to watch you pass out on the couch. Don't let it consume you, use it," he instructed, his voice sounding so different under his current state. He sounded less controlled and more like he did when she'd walk in on him and Alaric at prime drinking time.
So she let him pull her up by the hands and watched him take in the details of her face. The moment stretched and stretched as candle wax dripped and the faint breaths of Catherine and shuffles of Stefan's feet above their heads sounded out in between groans of the old house.
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Damon knew it was probably an unwise choice to join in on Elena's first real blood high but she was nearly impossible to say no to. Plus, he wasn't really one to turn down any variation of fun. It had been a long time since he'd felt like this and he'd wait until later to tell her he'd never felt quite like this with anyone before. He didn't know that experiencing it with her would bring forth this incredible feeling that he could only describe as connection. It was so much more than that simple word, but at its core he felt like they were two halves of a whole.
He was sure that he'd never laughed like this before. Not ever. They were bouncing around the house like a couple of idiots; squeals and shouts echoing in the stern underused rooms. He found that she loved to be chased almost as much as she loved to be caught and she figured out how much he loved to be kissed long and hard under the weight of her little body.
He always pushed her away and urged her to run again so that he wouldn't end up hiking that skirt up her quivering thighs and shatter any hope that Stefan would forgive them in the morning for their behavior.
She wanted to see each and every room so he obliged, a little curious himself. She looked horrified that he hadn't explored each room in depth before and he loved watching her knock on walls and floorboards searching for secret hiding spots. They even explored the room that Catherine was snoring away in, Elena pushing the bed to the side so she could wiggle floor boards.
Stefan's room was a challenge because he wasn't snoring away, he was wide awake and through the thick of Damon's high, he couldn't much tell the amusement level in his brother's face when Elena knocked at the door.
As Elena took her time with the floor, Damon turned to Stefan and asked, "Scale of one to ten, how pissed are you?"
"Zero. Listening to your philosophical theories and intermittent giggle fits have only renewed my desire to stick to the woodland creature diet," Stefan deadpanned, eying Elena as she moved his desk to the side with ease.
Damon noted he looked away when Elena bent over with little care that her skirt hitched up.
Damon let out his best southern maker accent in an attempt to get her out of Stefan's hair and maybe into his bed, "Lena…as your maker I command you to stop with these silly charades! Come hither!"
She continued on her hands and knees to make her way over the wooden floor, pausing to state in her really awful southern accent that only God knows how always came out sounding like a stroke victim, "There's treasure somewhere in this house, I know it."
"What are you, a damn pirate? Get your purple pantied ass out of Stefan's room," Damon left the room after he tossed a shrug towards Stefan.
Elena came out of the room, tugging her skirt down and offering a short apology over her shoulder as she trailed behind Damon. He led her all the way outside to his favorite stretch of yard near the overgrown gardens. They collapsed side by side and let the rolls of the blood high fill the spaces inside and around them for a while.
"I wonder what I'd have looked like if I wasn't born a doppelganger. Uncle John's red hair and Isobel's dark eyes maybe. I'd probably be shorter, they were both pretty short," she stated. He could tell by the sound of her voice that the blood high was slowing a little for her.
"You're beautiful," he replied with a swat of his hand to her thigh.
"I'm just a copy," she sighed.
He turned on his side to prop up on an elbow and stare down at her still face. She continued looking at the stars as he let the high unlock a topic he hadn't been planning on openly discussing.
"Can I tell you something without you getting cray cray?" he asked.
She nodded and licked her lips. She looked uneasy.
"This is just…there's no delicate way to put this and really…weird . I don't really know the depth of you and Stefan's conversations on the matter…but…"
"We never talked about her," Elena said flatly.
"Okay, well. If you wanted to…I have some opinions on the subject." Damon said gently. He hoped she wasn't taking this the wrong way but it was important to him that she never felt like a copy of the woman he once pitifully obsessed over. Elena made him understand in a thousand different ways that what he felt for Katherine was a pathetic excuse for love.
"I don't like thinking about the fact that you knew every inch of my body before I had ever even seen yours. I try not to think about it just liked I tried not to think about it with Stefan," she said with a shrug.
"You are uniquely you Elena. It was unlike anything I'd done with anyone. You were you and there is no comparison. Not with her and not with anyone." He raised his eyebrows when she didn't appear any softer at his words.
She finally replied, her hands idly raking up and down her bare stomach. "I just wish I looked and felt different than her. It bothers me sometimes. Other times it doesn't. I don't know…"
He sighed and sat up, pulling her up with him. He positioned her onto his lap, moving her limbs for her so that she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her fingers behind his neck. She met his eyes with a look that clearly meant she didn't quite believe that he didn't see the similarities between them last night.
"Fine, I'll be blunt. You two are the most beautiful women I've ever seen or been with and I've been with a lot. She fucked and she was good at it. You don't fuck, you put me somewhere I've never been before and never want to leave. If I could live inside of you I would. I love you and the way you make love to me is uniquely you. I know that no matter what…what we did last night was ours and it was special. Nobody can take that." He ended his speech with a long kiss on her forehead because he was too buzzed to kiss her properly and she deserved to be kissed properly every time.
Her reply, "I can fuck," almost made him sputter with laughter. He loved buzzed Elena.
He smoothed back her hair with both hands, cradling her head and peering into her glassy eyes. "Oh sweetie, I'm sure you can. You are welcome to show me any time. My point is…that's all Katherine was capable of."
She smiled then and murmured a small, "Thanks Damon."
"Wanna know a really vulgar observation?" Damon asked, enjoying the way her thighs gripped his sides a little at the low rasping tone of his voice.
When she nodded he leaned forward as if sharing a secret. "You're tighter."
She laughed and rolled her eyes with a slight shake of her head before relaxing her cheek against his. "You're disgusting…" she said in an amused tone.
Her voice caught on a yawn when she asked after a pause, "What were you talking about earlier tonight when you said you had plans for me tomorrow?"
"I was going to put you on a blood fast and show you that you shouldn't be afraid of feeding even when you're extremely hungry. You proved control tonight with Catherine though, I'm surprised you only took a sip," he explained, shifting slightly under her weight.
She nestled closer to him and made a soft humming sound. He swayed their bodies back and forth to some tune in his head, loving every second of it.
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A/N: Blood and giggles! Wish we could have seen more of them having fun together and indulging in their vampire sides on the show. I always took that hint that Stefan dropped on the show about him not being able to enjoy the vampire side with his girlfriend as that maybe we'd see Elena enjoy it guilt free with Damon at some point. Anyway, I appreciate all the feedback and look forward to hearing from you all some more!