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Elena clung to Damon's side the entire ride, and as they entered their apartment.
He led her to the couch.
She watched him as his eyes roamed over her, and she could see the pain on his face.
Even though she was covered with one of Caroline's jackets, the rips and tears in her uniform was obvious.
His hand lifted to her face, and she leaned into his touch.
"Oh, angel," his words were a light breath, "I am so sorry."
She shook her head, "I wish you would all stop saying that. It's not your fault, okay?"
Damon sighed, "That's not the point. You were hurt Elena, this guy tried to-"
"I know," she cut him off, standing, "I know what almost happened. I just want everyone to stop apologizing for it. It's over. Done."
Damon stood as well, and reached for her.
She dodged his hand, "I'm going to take a shower."
"Elena-"
She didn't wait to hear the rest.
She didn't want to hear the rest.
She just wanted to let the hot water run over her skin, clean herself, and forget that tonight ever happened.
She should have known that Damon wouldn't have let it go though.
As soon as she stepped out of the shower, skin red from the heat, and from scrubbing herself, he was waiting.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked up when he saw her.
She stiffened, and he sighed, "Angel, talk to me."
Elena swallowed, then moved to her dresser, "About what, Damon? There's nothing to say."
"I think there is," he argued, coming up behind her.
She stopped looking for clothes, and turned around, gripping her towel tightly.
"What do you want me to say, exactly?" Her tone was a bit snippy, and she felt the rage that she'd fought earlier flood back in, "I can't change what happened. So let's just forget it!"
"This isn't a thing you can just brush away," Damon argued, "Damn it, Elena. I know you. You're not alright, so stop acting like you are."
"I'm fine," she snapped.
"Then why is your hand shaking?" he challenged, "Jenna said that the guy didn't get the chance to rape you. But he did something. You're rattled, and I can see it, so please, angel, let me in."
Elena closed her eyes.
Damon was right, she couldn't just push this away.
And it wasn't fair to take out her anger on him.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, walking over to him.
Her arms wrapped around his waist, and he responded immediately, pulling her closer.
"I don't mean to shut you out," she admitted, "I just...it's easier just to not think about it."
"I know," Damon ran his fingers up and down her back, "But if you don't, it'll only be worse."
She sighed, then breathed in Damon's smell. It calmed her.
"He was just a sick kid," she looked up at him, "Whatever he's gone through...it probably made him do what he did, not that I'm making excuses...but it's sad. And I want to be sad for that. But...I'm angry."
Damon brushed a strand of her hair back, "Of course you are. He attacked you. No matter his past, he still hurt you. It's okay to be mad about that."
"But I'm tired of being mad," she insisted, "I'm still so angry, all the time. I'm angry at my uncle, for what he did. At my mother, for letting him. At Jeremy, for dying. At my father for leaving us to that hell. And at times, I even feel mad at Second Chance, for forever labeling us as the damaged kids. I was angry at Matt, for not understanding why I couldn't sleep with him. Angry at you for being so stubborn. Angry at myself for how long it took me to be comfortable being touched. And now, this guy, bringing up all those feelings again by touching me, the memories, and I couldn't do anything to stop him. I lost all control of the situation, and I swore that would never happen again."
Tears were in her eyes again, by this point, but Damon let her finish.
"So no, I don't want to be angry. I would much rather forget it happened, but I know I can't, and I hate it! Why does this happen, Damon? What are the fucking chances that I was the one he found, alone in the office? That I was the one who Matt spread rumors about fucking. That John only got with my mother so he could sneak into my room at night?! How do people like that find me?! What's wrong with me, Damon? What do I do that-"
"Hey, hey, no. Don't do that," Damon cut her off, a hard look on his face.
"Don't you dare do that, angel. Listen to me. None of this is your fault. None of this is on you. There is nothing wrong with you. Don't ever think that."
His arms squeezed her against him, "You're perfect, baby, absolutely perfect. And I am so sorry you had to go through this again. But it's not your fault. And I will do everything in my power to make sure you never feel unsafe again. I promise."
She rested her head against him, "Thank you."
She believed him.
Damon would be almost as shaken over this as she was.
And right now, she did feel safe.
His arms were a protective barrier between her body and the outside world.
Nothing would happen to her with Damon so close.
But part of her knew that he couldn't be there 24/7.
The thought scared her, but it did strike up an idea.
"Damon?"
He pulled back a little, "What is it, angel?"
"Will you do me a favor?"
His expression grew serious, "Anything."
The corner of her lips tugged, "I want you to teach me how to fight."
He blinked.
Whatever he'd been expecting, that wasn't it, "If that's what you want."
She nodded, "It is. I feel safe with you, but there's plenty of times, like this evening, when we aren't going to be together, and I would still like to feel safe. I want to feel confident that no man will ever touch me against my will again."
"Then I'll show you everything I know," Damon promised, "We can start now, if you want."
Elena shook her head, "Tomorrow...right now, there's something else I need."
She let her eyes trail over him, and he hand ran down his chest.
Hard muscles flexed as she brushed over them, and she let herself relax.
Whatever mental block her past abuse had put on her body wasn't going to get the chance to reconstitute itself.
She refused to let tonight rob her of Damon's touch.
"Put your hands on me," she demanded.
Damon didn't hesitate.
His mouth crashed down to hers, and her towel was dropped a second later.
His hands didn't hold back in their exploration of her body.
She dug her fingers into his scalp, deepening the kiss.
Damon groaned into her mouth, his hands wrapping around her legs, lifting her.
He carried her to the bed, her back bouncing off the mattress, as Damon stripped his own clothes.
She helped, until he was as naked as she was, then, she pulled him down to her.
Damon's mouth latched onto her neck, and she sighed.
This was exactly what she needed.
His hand moved from her waist to her inner thigh, then.
He pulled back, slightly, his eyes blazing.
Slowly, he slid his fingers inside of her.
The feeling was nothing like before, when it had been painfully forced.
Damon was gentle, soft.
Pleasure.
But she needed something more.
"No."
She twisted away from his hand.
With renewed purpose, she reached down and stroked him.
His cock jumped at the attention, and she pulled him inside her.
Damon's eyes widened as she moved against him.
When he drew back to thrust, she grabbed his hips and held him still.
"Don't," she panted. "Let me."
She needed to do this.
To feel in control of her body.
Her pleasure.
Damon shifted up and held himself motionless over her.
Elena arched her hips to his and rubbed against him.
Above her, Damon moaned.
A shudder ran through him and she pushed his shoulders up off her, so she could watch him.
As she moved, he kept his eyes on hers, the tip of his tongue showing between his teeth as he fought to keep still, to give her what she needed.
He was too good to her.
She thrust up against him and held herself there, relishing the control, the feeling of taking it back after having lost it so completely.
She moved one hand to his chest and held it against his heart.
She could feel life there, thumping under her fingers.
"Okay," she whispered breathlessly, giving him the permission he'd been waiting
Damon buried himself in her in a single thrust and moaned.
She rose up to meet him, and they moved together.
When she felt her climax build, Elena pulled back, not willing to give him up yet.
"Wait," she gasped, "Please, just wait."
Damon immediately stopped, though his hardened length inside her throbbed in protest.
She breathed deeply, taking in everything.
This was what she wanted to remember about this night.
Damon's smell was overwhelmingly satisfying.
He smelled like home, and that was almost enough in itself to make her peak.
She pressed her face against the hollow of his collarbone and inhaled it greedily.
As she breathed him in, the world seemed to stop.
Nothing else mattered but the things she could feel in this moment.
Damon's biceps twitching under her hands as he held himself still, fighting the urge to pound his hips into her.
The sweat trickling from his chest to hers, the tickling pressure of his leg hairs resting against her own smooth calf.
The still throbbing piece of him inside of her.
She committed it all to memory.
This is what mattered.
Not the past, or the night's incident.
Just her, and Damon, wrapped around each other, hearts pounding, inches from pleasure.
This was what it felt like to be alive.
She tightened herself around him, and heard his answering groan.
Her own response shudder through her. The perfection of the moment faded, as the sudden need to reach another kind of perfection filled her.
"Now," she told him, "Please."
Damon bent his face to hers and kissed her hard as he finally moved.
She could feel her climax building, tasted it in his kiss.
She wrapped myself around him, legs twisting with his, arms pulling him against her as every part of her coiled and tensed.
Just as she was about to lose herself in him, he broke the kiss and reached up, twisting his hands in her hair.
He didn't pull his head back, but kept his face above hers, eyes so close, all she could see was blue.
That was all she needed.
Her orgasm ripped through her, and she screamed.
The intensity shook her to the core, and Damon's hips pinned her own as he drove into her, riding the waves of her pleasure to his own release.
She shuddered as he filled her, their names spilling from each other's lips, as the pleasure trembled across their skin.
Damon collapsed against her, and she held him.
They held each other.
When breath was regained, whispers of love filled her ear.
Promises that things would be better.
Assurance that she was perfect.
And the way "angel" lazily drifted from his tongue sent a shiver down to her heart.
"I love you, too," she kissed his neck.
He rolled away, but kept them connected, and she fell into his chest.
She would stay here forever and be happy.
And he would let her.
Not sure if this is considered smut or fluff, but there it is!
Loved this chapter, and I hope you guys too.
There is a little hint in here about some future drama ;)
In can be found in her list of things she's angry at ;)
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