A/N: Hello. (: This is just a sudden one shot that came to mind.. I don't know if I'll continue it. Tell me If you would like me to. Thanks for reading this. (: Please, please review. They make me smile every time. :D Thank you all! Bye (:
"I remember."
Elena appeared at the doorway, her hair lay wet and a little curled at the ends on her shoulders. Damon eyed her curiously, pressing the warmed bottle of scotch to his lips and tipping it to trickle the liquid down his throat. He smacked his lips together, licked them and then stood up. She stared hard at him with her dark eyes, her eyebrows knitting together across her brow in a thin line of worry. He walked with a bounce in her direction, his dead smile growing wider with each step.
"And what exactly would we be talking about?" He grumbled, tossing the empty bottle to the tiled floor beside him. He smiled brightly as the crash it made met his ear. She sucked in a harsh breath of air, and put her hands on her hips. "You know what we're talking about, Damon." She said bitterly, her mood souring his own even more.
He groaned and rolled his icy eyes in her direction. "Don't irritate me, Elena," He muttered, watching her flinch, "I've had a shit day." He trudged silently past her, continuing outside through the double doors. He felt her follow him out into the night. He smiled. He liked letting her take the bait. It provided him some good entertainment watching her get all fussy and worked up over the annoying things he deliberately did.
"Damon, wait." She asked from behind him, pausing suddenly with a hitch in her breathing. Her pulse had been gathering speed along with her thumping heart, since she had arrived. Damon stopped mid-step, listening intently to it but not turning to face her. "I remember." She breathed, catching onto the leather at his forearm and attempting to pull him around. He shook her off, engrossed as to what could be causing her rising pulse. Time to play around, He thought evilly, zeroed in on her tempting aura.
He whipped around, in what only could be described as an inhuman pace, and met her startled doe eyes with a viscous grin. He took a taunting step forward, canting his head to the right. Hearing her breathing stutter again, he slipped forward another dangerous few inches, enjoying the fleeting emotions dancing across her pretty face. "What's this were reminiscing about again?" He murmured, backing her up to the wall.
Elena felt her eyes widen. She put her hands on Damon's chest, holding him at arms length. She needed that much space from him. Otherwise she would end up intoxicated, drunk with his scent, and then who knew what would happen?
He pressed her up against the cold brick, smiling broadly at her steady climbing pulse. His fingers moved to sieve through the wild hair at her temple. She shivered involuntarily at his touch, his hands exerting electric vibes through her body. "Don't." She whispered raggedly, pushing on his chest.
His shocking eyes flicked to catch her pained stare. "Do you really want that?" He murmured, leaning into her to graze his lips across her cheek. She dropped her hands to her sides, air dancing between her soft lips. "I thought so." Damon chuckled at her ear, placing a kiss at the hollow behind it.
He felt something about Elena's body language shift. Some of the resistance leaving her body was almost tangible. He moved from her ear to stop two inches from her face, ready to question her change. Her warm breath fanned over his face as he watched her, with his eyebrows raised, as her eyes slid shut. He felt her tiny hands on his rough cheeks, felt her pulling him greedily to her.
"Elena, what are you doing?"
Her eyes snapped open, his low voice breaking her out of whatever haze she was engulfed in. Her soft eyes assaulted his being, and he chastised himself internally for ever getting so hung up on this girl. "I remember, Damon." She whispered, her eyelashes creating shadows along her cheekbone as she refused to meet his eye. And then it hit him. The memory bit into him. The memory he had been suppressing to a dark corner of his being for many nights. She remembered.
His body froze, his joints restricting and preventing any movement. She took a really heavy breath in, lifting her eyes to blink shyly at him. "Huh." He fought against the sudden crackling-with-electricity small space between them, unwilling to fall prey to it so easily. A fire began glowing alight between the two of them. Smothering them both in instant, demanding bucketfuls of desire. Elena let the breath she was holding out in a whoosh.
Just as if her breath had aided the fire, it sprung up and out in a sudden explosion of lust. Her fingers groped their way back to Damon's cheeks, and pulled his face to hers in a surprising burst of hunger. He covered her lips with his in return, gently prying them open to meet him halfway. She did more than meet him halfway. As their mouths joined together as one, her hands moved from his face to snake around his neck and lock in place. His skilled hands eating her up in any way they could, leaving her skin tingling and aching for more.
Her head rolled back to rest against the brick as he kissed down her jugular. Skimming over her erratic artery, he felt his damn fangs call to appearance. Growling wolfishly, he flattened his palm against the wall and breathed heavily through his nose. "We have to stop." He hissed, using everything he had inside him to move away from her. Elena set her mouth defiantly and curled her fingers gently around his arm, bringing it back down to her level. She kissed it softly, studying his face with her intuitive eyes. "You won't hurt me." She was almost promising him. He groaned and swallowed back the vampire in him. "You shouldn't believe that." He whispered, his voice broken. She bit her lip, her face unsure. And then they felt themselves falling into each other.
He dragged her from their place by the wall and flew up the stairs to his bedroom. She laughed quietly at his fevered expression, running her long fingers over his features. He smirked and quickly returned to sweeping her off her feet and kissing her until her head spun and she was dizzy. The fire was consuming them both. It was melting them together, and there was no way either of them could defy it dominance.
She had to admit that this was more than she had ever experienced. Stefan had never filled her up with this much embraceable fire. Damon made her feel whole and safe. But her straight lines of thought were quickly falling out the window with his touch. And it didn't frighten her like it should have, instead it coloured her in and left her begging for more.
"Good. You're awake."
Elena's eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times unbelieving of her surroundings. Damon lay beside her, arms folded behind his head. His small smile grew to a proud grin as Elena took in his bare chest. Swallowing her desire, she backed away a little out of habit.
She then remembered his cold fingers grazing over her hot skin. His soft lips killing any hesitation she possessed in her delicate grasp. "Oh." She squeaked quietly, sneaking back across the bed next to him. He continued to grin at her, using that roll of his eyes to make her head spin.
He rolled to pin her beneath him, her dark hair spread across the pillow under her. A smile tugged at the edges of her lips and he kissed her softly, enjoying the moan that came from the back of her throat. He ran his fingers through her silky hair, feeling it sieve through his hands like sand in an hour glass. "Wait, wait." She squirmed under him, wriggling her hips to try and get free and pressing firmly against his chest. "Aw, no." Damon groaned, catching her hands and restricting them from moving. "Don't do that." He trailed his lips along her neck, smiling at the shiver it caused her. She sighed heavily and huffed once in exertion, pushing his face away, her face inscrutable.
"Just a second," She promised, kissing his cheek and sliding out from under him, "I want to ask you something serious." He whined disappointedly and lounged back on the bed, following her with his bright eyes. She stood firmly near his relaxed figure, her hands on her hips.
"Nice shirt." He winked, eyeing the shirt she was wearing suggestively. She blushed, realising that all she had covering her skin was the light small, button up shirt. Not that it was covering much anyway.. "Shut up." She smacked his arm lightly, scarlet blood brightening her face. He laughed.
"Damon," She said seriously, biting her lip. He grew curious at her serious tone and bouncing unstill stare. He propped himself up with a pillow. "Yes..?" He said carefully, catching a breath of her shampoo as she shook out her hair.
She let her teeth worry her lip, a sigh leaving her tensed body. She caught his hand within both of hers, tracing patterns on the back of it. He watched her silently.
"I want you be like you." She said quietly, embarrassment and worry etched lightly into her words. Damon's eyes widened noticeably. "You want to be a self serving psychopath?" He mocked, lifting her hand to kiss her palm. She shook her head, wetting her lips. "I want to..be like you and Stefan." She hinted, taking her hand away from him slowly. He sat up abruptly, taking his hand from hers, understanding dawning. "What?" He bit out, not trusting his ears. "You heard me." She murmured, her eyes shiny. He shook his head fiercely, swinging his legs over the bed to stand in front of her. He grasped both her arms in his strong hands and shook her. "Are you insane?"
"I want you to change me," She said even quieter, her chocolatey eyes drowning him, "I want you to change me into a vampire."
Damon didn't know what frightened him further; her request, or the fact that he knew she would get her own way.
A/N: So, what did you think? (: Please review! And tell me if you want it to be continued, because I'm not sure yet.. Thanks again! (:
Update: Thank you all so much for the great response! In only about 13 hours, I had 32 emails from Fanfic about people putting this story to their favourites and on story alert, how cool? I'm so happy! And I think I might continue it. Please review though. Please. (: They're like the best things. Hah, sorry, some of my slang coming through there. :D I'll try and update later today, deal? Review! Thanks! -love flossy. {: