Hello Delena fans!
Thank you for all of your reviews, I'm so pleased many have stayed throughout my writing drought! I know Isobel is a complete psycho but rest assured, as I here I present to you a full length Delena chapter with smutty goodness. Enjoy!
Damon's POV
Once Damon finished his call to Elena, he broke the speed limits to get back to his apartment - and it wasn't just to be there in time for her.
With haste and a determined look shielded over his glassy eyes, he barged through his front door and began an intense search of his apartment for any cameras that Isobel may have hidden. It wasn't a fluke that she began looking around her own lounge for them. She sensed something in Damon that told her he'd done the same thing as she had to his own place. Cameras had to be hidden somewhere.
Baring his teeth and seething with rage as he raided his own shelves, Damon cursed under his breath as he came out empty. The TV area was also clear, along with his bathroom, heck he even contemplated hunting around the food in his fridge for a lens blinking at him.
"C'mon.." he growled to himself, storming into his room and aimlessly looking around for something... anything that would be a decent place to put a camera.
He was such a minimalist when it came to interior design. There was no clutter unlike Isobel's place, he couldn't think where in his bedroom she could have hidden one. But something niggled, tugged and itched inside him to say that he had to keep looking.
Damon had to refrain himself from flexing his healing right hand into a fist... the wall looked incredibly inviting to punch.
"Fuck!" he hissed, slumping back onto his bed with a heavy sigh, drooping his arm over his tired eyes as if to block out the world.
It dawned on him that the camera he had placed in Isobel's home would only ever film an empty living area as she had left for her mother's funeral. His last and final plan was down the shitter. It also dawned on him that Stefan was now a confirmed threat. It had to be him at the door earlier; his connection to Elena and his little Fight Club performance in class today was one almighty giveaway. Unless it was that short-arsed punk Tyler, he seemed keen on causing trouble... no it was Stefan. Absolutely. It was wasting energy thinking it could be anyone else.
Like a fist connecting to his bruised chest, Damon heared Isobel's final words echo eerily in his mind. It didn't matter to her if she had her wicked way with him anymore. She was too far gone in her Fairytale world and she was happy to be rid of him to at least appease her lack of satisfaction from him. With Stefan under her wing who knows what she's managed to manipulate into his emotionally fragile brain. If he didn't have the cops on his back by the time of the Christmas Dance, did that mean it would be Stefan's job to kill-
"This is madness" Damon mumbled aloud.
With another weighty sigh, Damon slipped his arm from his forehead to prop it behind his head on pillow... then something caught his attention in the corner of his left eye.
Near the window...
He sat up with a start, ignoring the distant ache in his ribs. Clambering from the mattress to his feet Damon arched his neck back to inspect the tiny, ever so tiny stationary red light attached to the metallic curtain rail.
It was very carefully placed and such a small device, but a camera with a full view of his bed nonetheless. Twisting it around between his fingertips, Damon didn't think about how Isobel got it there, or whether she had seen any footage of himself with Elena, instead he wandered out to his kitchen, slid the rolling pin out of a drawer and proceeded to smash it into pieces.
Sweat beaded at his forehead as he tightened his left hand around the smooth wooden kitchen tool, raising it down to the camera one last time, causing it to shatter into pieces beyond repair.
"Crazy fucking bitch" he growled, shoving the rolling pin into the drawer once more and quickly depositing of the broken camera.
Then a soft yet determined knock rapped at his front door.
The fact his heart didn't snap with fear told him it was Elena.
Damon didn't miss a beat as he made his way over to the front door, realizing on the way, seeing that front door come closer and closer to his reach, how much he needed that young girl on the other side.
No sooner had he twisted the door knob and opened it Elena was leaping into his arms. He was engulfed with her All-Elena fragrance; soft, mellow and morish. He nuzzled his face into the curve of her slender neck, deeply inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and tightening his grip around her body that clung to his like a magnet.
Isobel, Stefan, John, Mystic Falls High, Prison, Death - none of it mattered anymore.
"Damon," she breathed, her hands curling into his dark hair and making his body shudder with pleasure and relief.
"Let me look at you," he whispered, watching his girl as she drew back to look him in the eye. His thumb tenderly stroked her full cheek and she smiled, turning her head a little to kiss the pad of his thumb. That alone sent a waterfall of lust to trickle into the depths of his loins.
Wordlessly, Damon continued to look at her as he closed the door, closing them in the darkness of his apartment. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought twice about allowing Elena to remove her shoes incase other cameras were planted around. Was he being incredibly stupid? Should they risk being caught by going elsewhere for the evening? He contemplated telling Elena as she eased off her pumps. But as she tossed her head back up to look at him, he shielded his worry as best as he could with a half-smile.
"Are you alright?" she whispered in the dark.
"I'm fine," he lied, pleased it was too dark for her to see his face. The uncertainty in his eyes would have been a massive giveaway. "How's my girl?"
"All the better for seeing you," she replied, stepping forward and circling her hands around his neck, her cool fingers sliding beneath the collar of his shirt to stroke the hot, smooth skin of his back. "Damon I know you say none of it's my fault, but I want to apologise for today. Stefan... his behavior is so..."
Damon cut her off by pulling her into a deep, searing kiss. She blended against his body, tightening her hold on him as he did her. He didn't not want to discuss any of the shit that was forever at a constant. It was unstoppable now. His future looked pretty damn bleak and if he had the opportunity to relish in the present he was sure as Hell gonna take it.
He'd do a full search of his home later for cameras. Isobel and her death threat can wait one more night.
Tonight belonged to Elena.
She began to shrug off her warm, winter jacket with a little difficulty. Damon smiled at her attempts and with swift ease, pulled the clothing from her arms, dropping it to the floor. He went to make work of her t-shirt, but she abruptly stopped him..
"Ah-ah! Not just yet" she smiled. Even in the darkness Damon could see a playful twinkle in her eyes.
"Ooh... you intrigue me Miss Gilbert. What do you have waiting for me under this?" he said, tugging on her fiendish top.
"It's a surprise" she whispered against his lips. Her hot breath danced on his closed mouth, sending a rush of blood to his manhood that had already begun to strain at his pants. "But your clothes on the other hand.." she said, blinking up at him, sliding her hands from his to trail them down his chest, down his stomach, down to his...
FUCK...
"Elena stop," Damon said sternly, suddenly feeling violently ill at the blast of memories from only hours previous; Isobel throwing him onto the sofa, kissing him wildly, her mouth sucking his... "Elena.." she continued to kiss the corner of his mouth, her hand finally grasping his erection. "Elena, I said stop!"
Damon saw the confusion and hurt wash over her face the moment she backed herself away from his body.
"What did I do wrong?" Elena asked meekly. Damon wandered away from her towards his room, wondering where the fuck to begin with explaining what happened with Isobel without it turning into chaos... but who was he kidding. This was going to crush Elena but he couldn't hide it from her. It felt like he'd cheated, though none of it was consensual. WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T I THROW ISOBEL OFF ME?
"You did nothing wrong, baby" Damon said, walking back over to Elena who was shrinking away with embarrassment and looking rejected. Damon kiss her forehead needfully, ghosting down her eyelids, hearing her gasp as his lips met hers.
"Then what... is the... problem?" she said between soft kisses.
Her eyes were searching his for an answer. He didn't know where to begin. Didn't know what to say and what to avoid. But the beginning was probably the best option. With a deep breath, Damon looked hard at Elena, his hands cradling her face, silently willing she would be on his side.
Elena's POV
"Earlier this evening, Elena... I was with Isobel. At her apartment. She was overwhelming me with threats, the usual abuse but intensified. She almost caught me out and I did what I thought was the only way of making her back down..."
Elena swallowed hard as she braced herself for what she knew was going to come. She saw the struggle behind Damon's words. He was trying to be strong, but she could see past that. He wasn't made of stone, as much as he likes to appear that way. But he didn't look away as he continued to speak lowly and evenly.
"We didn't sleep together, but contact was involved. Quite intimate. I..."
"Ssssh" Elena hushed, putting a finger to his lips, trying to digest the information without reducing to tears. "You don't have to tell me the details."
"None of it was wanted Elena" he said sternly and she believed him. Without a shadow of a doubt. "I just couldn't carry on here with out without telling you. I hope you understand."
"I do," she choked, enjoying the feel of his thumbs as he caressed the side of her face, his fingers splaying into her tumbles of hair. "It just makes me angry."
"I understand if you feel that way about me Elena. I don't blame-"
"I'm angry with HER not you. I could never be angry with you about this. She... she's so horrible, she's... she's fucking evil!"
It was Damon's turn to hush her, brushing her hair out of her face to make her look at him. She felt the emotion and love ignite between them. The crap he was willing to face and to put up with just to be with her. He was just... incredible.
"But she's gone for now," Damon assured her, which prompted Elena to ask,
"Why didn't it go further?"
She noticed his brow knot together ever so slightly, but his gaze remained steady. The intense blue of his eyes streamed through her.
"We were interrupted. Then she left."
Hmm.. a very short, clipped answer. His tone did nothing to ease Elena's anxiety.
"She just left?"
"To her mother's funeral. She's gone. We need to enjoy what time we have, Elena." Damon said and with great need to distract her. His tone concerned Elena. Not that she doubted him.. but doubted how sure he was of the situation.
"What interrupted you?"
"Nothing."
"Damon!"
"It was no one for you to be concerned about."
"So it was someone?" Elena shook, feeling her heart take a nosedive as Damon slipped out of her grasp to look away angrily at his slip of words. With a deathly silence she watched him gather his thoughts to turn around and say cooly..
"I'm taking care of it. Trust me."
Elena felt like throwing one of the books from the floor at the wall she was that frustrated... wait a minute... books? On the floor?
She gingerly bent down to pick up an old copy of 'Gone with the Wind' Such an early print of the book so mindlessly tossed to the floor with so many others. She frowned deeply.
"What happened here, Damon?"
He looked around guiltily. Like a small child who hadn't managed to hide the evidence of raiding the cookie jar. He was slowly starting to look lost. Cornered. Plunging into a bottomless pit. Elena stroked her fingers over the fabric of the book and carefully placed it back onto the polished book shelf. She padded over to Damon who was leaning on the top of the couch, hands limp between his legs, falling deep into unsettled thoughts. She snook between his legs and wrapped her arms around his body. She silently thanked the heavens above as he instantly circled his arms around her frame, pulling her close to his body, his head resting against her breast
"The less you know about this Elena, the better." he mumbled, his deep voice rumbling against her chest. Elena silently took heed of his words as she toyed her fingertips through his raven hair in an attempt to calm him. It seemed to do the trick.
She did trust him. She just worried. She worried a lot.
"Just don't..." she started, waiting for his eyes to meet hers as he looked up. "Just don't keep anything from me that I need to know. I want and need to be here for you Damon. Whatever happens."
He half smiled and Elena took this as a good thing as he reached up to kiss her ever so gently on the lips. A flourish of butterflies bloomed in her tiny body. His hands stroked over the curve of her hips, her waist, then his fingers tugged on her t-shirt.
"I'm getting a little impatient for my surprise," he drawled. His words made Elena's stomach knot.
She leaned forward to kiss him, but he paused, placing a finger on her parted lips. Her world began to crumble once again until a small smile crept onto his lips.
"I need to shower first," he said. Ah... I remember why, Elena thought, suddenly feeling unbearably angry again. "Make yourself comfortable in bed" he added, voice low and deep as he planted a warm kiss on her cheek. The touch caused Elena's eyelids to flutter.
They parted ways as Elena moved into the bedroom, closing the door behind her as she heard the familiar sound of water blast from the showerhead in the bathroom of where she had many filthy memories; sharing a bath with Damon, watching him use her hand to stroke his impressive length, riding him hard until water sloshed around the sides onto the tiled floor. She could barely contain the squeal of excitement that squeezed in her chest as she dived into his bed, fully clothed, bringing the thick sheets up to her face.
When Damon emerged with nothing but a towel draped low on his hips, revealing his well defined body that gleamed with droplets of water, Elena felt her stomach quiver with anticipation.
Damon drew his left hand through hi sjet black hair, slicking it back so she could see the perfect angles of his face. He was a dream. Scorching blue eyes, like hot ice, burning down at her with a face of dark, sexual desire. She was the luckiest girl alive.
"So..' he began to casually saunter around the bed. Elena watched, her eyes peaking over the sheets, noticing how his muscles rippled and moved deliciously beneath his milky skin. Her heart was racing, so loudly she could almost hear it gallop through her eardrums. He sat down on the edge of the bed, gazing down at her, "What do I have to do to get my surprise?"
Elena swallowed hard, hoping words would form easily,
"Lay down on the bed" she managed, pushing down the sheets for him.
"Why Elena.. it appears to me that you have failed to rid yourself of your own clothing. May I do the honours?"
"Nope," she said, popping the 'p' as he does. A clever smirk crossed his features. "Do as you're told" she said, climbing out of bed for him to take her place.
Damon shrugged playfully and began to lean into bed.
"Without the towel" Elena ordered, feeling a web of excitement weave in her belly. She'd been controlling before, but she had never taken demand like this. It was exhilarating and she'd barely started.
Damon, never taking his eyes from her, removed the towel to reveal his magnificent naked body. Elena almost lost herself right there and then as he glided into bed, placing himself in the middle, sitting back against the plush pillows to watch her.
"Get comfortable," she said, feeling a sudden creep of nervousness, but seeing the way Damon looked at her made it disappear.
"I'm sure you can see how excited I am right now, Miss Gilbert" Damon drawled, arching an eyebrow. Elena noted he was growing before her eyes and his cocky attitude made her giggle. But she suddenly stopped and slowly trailed her fingers to the bottom of her t-shirt. What she wore was nothing special. But she hoped what was underneath would be a treat.
Slowly but teasingly, she began to roll her top over her stomach, gracefully removing it to reveal a delicate, black laced bra covering her full breasts. She flashed her dark eyes over to Damon, who indeed, was enjoying what he saw.
"Very nice," he spoke, breathing in as Elena dropped her t-shirt to the floor, then raising her fingertips to stroke through her long, rich hair, knowing how much he wanted to be doing that himself right now.
With a sudden burst in confidence, Elena stared over at him as she unbuttoned her jeans, slowly dragging down the zipper, feeling uber sexy as she swayed out of the material. She heard Damon's sharp intake of breath as she revealed lace underwear, crowned with matching black suspenders and stockings beneath. How she hid them under her normal clothes was a less than graceful act as opposed to stripping for Damon right now. She was silently proud of herself as she stepped out of her jeans, stroking her small hands over her toned thighs and hips. It felt so empowering to see how much she was driving him crazy. His hands were gently gripping the sheets at either side. Refraining himself from lunging for her so it would seem.
"You look incredible," he said, his voice sinful and dripping with sex. "Am I aloud to touch you?"
"Not yet" she teased, wagging her finger at him. He pouted playfully, making her giggle.
Without warning Elena stepped forward until she was crawling on the bed up to his body. She could feel her limbs shaking with excitement as she trailed over the length of his legs. She grasped his muscular left thigh with her left hand to support herself, while she used her right hand to curl around his throbbing member.
She felt his leg muscles clench deliciously as her right hand settled a steady rhythm, stroking the length of his cock exactly how she knew he liked it. She looked through her thick eyelashes to see her boyfriend with his head pushed back, eyes closed and lips parted as she pleasured him.
"MmmcanItouchyouyet?" he breathed, continuing to grip the sheets.
Elena copied his usual smug smirk as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, seeing his eyes open to look at her the moment her parted lips blanketed the head of his cock, sheathing it in her heated mouth, caressing her tongue over the silky tip.
"Ohjesus..." he groaned, sounding more unraveled and wanting than ever before.
For the briefest of seconds, it dawned on Elena that Isobel had done this to Damon only hours before. But as the anger bubbled, she turned it into affection for Damon as she stroked both of her hands over his strong thighs, bobbing her head up and down with a steady, slick motion that had Damon bucking slightly into her mouth for more. It turned her on like nothing else. She loved doing this to him.
"Elena... Fuck, I need to touch you...ahh"
She smirked around his girth as she cupped his balls. She'd never done this before and hoped instinct would serve well. As she caressed them in her palm with gentle pressure he was quickly coming undone under her hard-working hands and mouth.
"I'mgonnacomebaby..." he warned, fucking her mouth harder until she was practically deep-throating him.
Elena felt her stomach quiver with uncertainty but desire. She was so excited for him. Pleasuring him this way worked her into a frenzy. She hummed her need for him around his cock, the vibrations toppling him over the edge. She welcomed the hot jets of his release as they coated her waiting tongue and throat. He tasted clean, salty and delicious. She proceeded to lap up the last beads of come as Damon's hand lazily stroked through her hair, his breathing slowly returning to normal.
"Best... surprise... ever"
Elena laughed as she crawled over the length of his body to his lop-sided smile. His hands finally roamed over her body, admiring the lace of her stockings and gently groping her behind. She loved the feel of his hands on her. More so after denying him the permission to touch her. They warmed her thoroughly and she couldn't wait to feel them everywhere.
"Do you like them?" Elena asked, glancing down at her provocative underwear, watching his hands lovingly caress her body. The answer was obvious... but still...
"Like them? " he began, turning her so she was beneath him. Elena felt her body sink back into the warm sheets where his body had been. With admiration she watched Damon rain kisses down her lace clad body. From nipple to navel he already had her breathing harder with need. He stopped at the juncture between her legs, sliding a finger along the length of a suspender strap and snapping it back, the nip of pain on her thigh sending delicious pinpricks of pleasure to her core
"I love them. So much so, Elena..." He began to unclip the suspender straps from her stockings so he was able to pull down her underwear freely, "that I may keep them on while I make love to you."
"Oh Damon!" she gasped, moaning loudly as he gently slid a finger inside her wetness while his other hand traced her right stocking, grazing his fingers over the delicate lace. "Oh, please..."
"Please what?" he whispered, gently easing his probing finger out but lingering in her heat. Elena writhed on his digit, needing him to continue.
"Please.." she repeated, beginning to bob up and down, to which Damon added a second finger, stretching her out. "Mmm..." she hummed in thanks, enjoying the slow pace he used, embracing the flickers of pleasure that licked every inch of her skin.
But them he became slower... and slower in his movements.
"Nuurggghfaster!" she urged, getting hot and flustered under his touch, scrunching up her eyes as he denied her the rhythm that she sought.
Then the flat of his tongue proceeded to tap her swollen bud relentlessly until she began to cry for more.
"Oh! Damon don't stop!" she begged, relishing the moment his fingers began to frantically plunge back and forth inside her as she felt herself begin to tighten. "I'm so clo-oh-ose!"
And then he stopped.
Before Elena could cry out in protest, she looked up from her pleasurable haze to find him kneeling over her, massaging his cock in his left hand as he moved forward to enter her with one, swift thrust.
Elena, as always, became lost to this powerful man's hold over her.
She looked up to his face, her hands moving up to his head, pulling him down to kiss him hard as his hips rocked into her. It was slow, deep and the force of his movements drove her body deeper into mindless bliss. He leaned back onto his heels and Elena gasped at the sight of them connected so intimately. It turned her on like crazy to WATCH his cock make love to her.
Elena groaned with lust as she struggled to keep her eyes open the moment Damon picked up the pace. The image of him alone almost made her self-combust; his stomach muscles contorted deliciously with the force of his sharp thrusts, his head turned to the side to kiss and bite the heel of her stocking clad left leg that rested against his neck. Wow it was hot. Crazy hot. More than crazy hot as she saw the sweat begin to glisten on his body. It had been so long since he was able to fuck her this way after his incident and she had missed his dominance terribly. She was still in awe that Damon Salvatore belonged to her.
"I love you Damon," she breathed, feeling herself begin throb around him, hearing his own impending orgasm with his erratic breathing, with his movements harder, faster, until he began to fuck her into oblivion. "I love you so much!" she cried, throwing her head back.
"Come with me 'Lena" he rasped, grabbing both of her legs and keeping them pinned above his shoulders. Her legs being pushed together made the sensation of his cock inside her more intense, making her passage tighter.
Damon added to the intensity of their growing orgasms by doubling his speed until the sound of flesh slapping flesh bounced around the walls. "Fuck, Elena!"
Elena couldn't tell whether she was screaming his name, or just screaming with carnal pleasure as she exploded around him, her body convulsing with overwhelming pleasure that seemed to tug and twitch at her every nerve ending. Then she felt Damon's hot seed spill inside her, hearing his groans from above as his thrusts slowed to gentle movements.
Opening her eyes, she drew her arms up weakly, reaching out to him, wanting to feel him resting against her. Skin on skin. He complied and settled down onto his elbows at either side of her head, bending down to lazily kiss her. She relished the feel of their bodies together, slick with sweat from their love-making, their breathing laboured as they explored each other's mouths. Soon she felt Damon's heart beat against the swell of her breast and she smiled at the steady rhythm through their kiss. Jeez she loved him. She loved him more than words could possibly say.
"Worth staying up late on a school night?" Damon drawled. Elena blinked at him, watching the smug grin embrace his ridiculously good looks. It was infectious.
"Totally worth it," she replied, noting how husky her voice had become. She really did scream the place down!
"Mmm" he hummed, pleased with her answer. Elena felt her stomach knot as he nipped her bottom lip. She was addicted to him. "Glass of water?"
"Please," she nodded, rubbing her hand up and down his toned arm as he moved from inside her. She automatically wanted him back and felt overwhelmingly sad to see his naked body walk away and he was only going to the kitchen for five minutes!
With a sated sigh, Elena flopped onto her back, smiling up at the celing with contentment.
Then she heard a noise. It was growing closer.
Sirens! They were sirens!
With a strangled gasp she felt herself suddenly fuze to the bed with fear. PLEASE, NO. PLEASE GOD, NO! Were the only words that screamed in her head. They were coming. They were coming for Damon.
A bomb of adrenaline exploded within her and she dived from the bed,
"Damon!" She yelled, almost slipping on her feet as she stormed through to the kitchen.
She found him looking up from the kitchen counter with shock and concern, totally baffled by her hysteria.
"Jesus Elena, what's wrong!"
"The sirens!" she screeched, pointing towards the door.
Silence fell between them and sure enough, the whirring of sirens grew closer and closer to their location. Elena began to shake, feeling more terrified as the look of fear flashed through Damon's eyes. Yet he remained strong, he allowed that moment, that fleeting moment of panic but he reeled it in again.
"We have to get you out of-"
"Ssssh" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Elena complied, but still unable understanding how he could be so calm. She remained frozen on the spot, noting that her feet were growing cold on the wooden floorboards. A slight wave of calmness billowed through her body as Damon circled his arms around her. They were still listening closely. Elena rested her head on his naked chest, gripping his arms, terrified she was about to lose him...
Then the sirens grew quieter...
Then quieter...
Until they were no longer in ear shot.
Gone.
"Elena I need you to listen" came Damon's deep voice from above.
Elena looked up to his beautiful face. He looked down at her with steely determination and she knew he was holding back whatever emotion wanted to come forth.
"I'm listening" she croaked, her voice scratchy from the pleasure and the panic.
His thumb and forefinger perched under her chin, making her look directly into his eyes.
"I meant what I said when I told you the less you know about this the better, because I need to keep you safe" he began, his stare growing harder, burning through to her soul. "But what you do need to know is that I can't stay. Not for much longer. I don't know where I'm going to go, but... Elena..."
She pulled herself away from his arms and tearfully wandered over to where she dropped her bag and purse earlier in the evening. Idly she noticed that she had a habit of dropping things in the doorway of Damon's apartment. Quickly picking up her purse, she walked back over to Damon, her brisk walk allowing a cool draft to kiss her naked body. She smiled through her tears at his confusion, he must have thought she was walking away with anger. He furrowed his dark eyebrows harder the moment she pulled a bunch of keys from her bag. She watched closely as the realization dawned on him.
"Are... are they the-"
"Log cabin keys? Yes. Alaric gave them to me."
She stepped closer, once more feeling the heat radiate from his flawless body. She urgently cupped them into his hands, forcing his fingers to close around them and leaving no choice for him but to keep them.
"I can't take them, baby" he purred. Elena's jaw dropped at his words.
"Why not? If you don't know where to go, then you go here! You'll be safe!" she pleaded, now using both of her hands to keep his firmly around the keys.
"But with you knowing where I am I can't risk it. I won't have anyone, ANYONE laying a finger on you to tell them where I am. I need to protect you."
"And I need to protect YOU Damon!" she screamed, feeling so angry that he continues to put her before himself. She was going to be fine whatever the outcome. He wasn't. She wasn't going to back down. "As much as you say none of this is my fault, it actually is. You would be living a normal life, doing the job of your dreams, living it up in this amazing apartment without a care in the world if you hadn't met me. But because you did, it's ruined everything for you. I am the reason your life is ruined. The least I can do is give you these keys, watch you take them, and allow you do what you wish with them. Don't make me take back these keys Damon. Please don't make me..."
She was relentlessly sobbing now, staring down at their entwined fingers, shaking them with every word she emphasized. Damon once again used his thumb and fore finger to raise her chin. Two streams of hot tears rippled down her cheeks as she blinked up, unable to stop them as he began to kiss each tear away. Oh his lips were like a remedy as they ghosted across her skin and her cries turned into quiet sobs. But she still made him hold the keys. He wasn't going to have one over her on this.
"I'll take the keys," he said evenly. Elena could almost burst with joy. "But under one condition.."
"Anything," she choked, her heart beating wildly.
"That you promise to never... EVER... believe that you're the reason my life is ruined. You're the best goddamn thing that's ever come into my life Elena, and I want you to tell yourself that every day. Do you understand?"
"Yes" she nodded, drawing herself into his body and hugging him close. His hands glided over the curve her back to tangle into her just-fucked hair, the other cradled the keys between them.
And they stayed that way. For what seemed like hours to Elena until she felt her eyelids become heavy with tiredness. Then she was being carried bridal style to the bedroom, nestled safely in Damon's strong arms as he placed her slowly between the covers. Then he proceed to gently unclip her suspenders and rid her legs of those stockings until she was bare. The cool sheets were welcoming on her skin, but feeling Damon's warm, naked body slip into bed next to her was even better. It was the best feeling...
"Goodnight, Elena" he whispered, his breath dancing on her ear as he spooned her from behind. Elena turned her head to place a chaste kiss on his cheek.
"Goodnight, Damon" she replied, settling herself in his arms, falling into slumber.
The only thought troubling her, was whether that this could be the last time she shared a bed with Damon Salvatore.
Hope you guys enjoyed it! I'm so excited to write the ending for you all now. It's gonna be... good, I think? :-P
Anna x
