My first fanfiction ever - please tell me your thoughts! Based around thoughts and feelings rather than fast-paced action.
Disclaimer: don't own anything, though i'd love to own damon salvatore ;)
She feels so jarred.
She feels like the world is packed with decisions, but none of them really matter. That the ones that do matter she has no control over. She feels so ashamed, so ruthless and so beguiled that such thoughts had flitted across her mind.
Her heart is heavy with emotion, with hope, with gratitude, with misguidance, with grief, with pain, and hopelessly overflowing with love. Love for the wrong ones, maybe? Or love for too many ones?
He was flexible, yet so needy. He was vulnerable, yet so undeserving. His coal blue eyes pierce a deep black line through her chest, and every time, they take her breath away. His triumphant, seductive smirk drew her heart in, and she was unable to tear her eyes away from it. It's like she's the prey and he's the predator - and no prancing or pouncing is necessary – he's caught her before he'd started trying.
"You want me." He slurs the words so they sink fully into her brain (as if she'd not known before!) and she gulps, swallowing back words, confusion, anger, desire.
He then does the unthinkable. She involuntarily holds her breath as he grasps her tiny face into his hands. He strokes her cheek gently, and she closes her eyes, allowing herself to exhale.
"Elena." He says her name so passionately, and she thinks it's such an un-Damon thing to do. She allows wallowing thoughts to take over her mind for once, and regretfully gazes into those coral eyes of his. She feels compelled, her brain is set into a whirlwind, and she ultimately wonders if this is all a trick, but feels for her vervain-filled necklace, finding that it is still in place, carefully caressing her neck.
"You want me," he repeats, clearer this time, and she feels her abdomen go on fire, proving that he does own her, even if she wasn't his yet.
"Don't be stupid." She fails to make her voice sound stable, and she turns away, avoiding further embarrassment. He chuckles softly, and the sound rings playfully in her ears, echoes distantly in her mind. She feels like the lost puppy, so insecure and hopeless. Like a lost fly trapped in a powerful spider's web, he wraps his arms around her, and she feels her body relax against his strong build.
"Don't I make you feel alive?" he hisses into her hair, while softly stroking her cheek, "Aren't I the deepest of your desires?" He twirls her around, his strong hands placed on her bare shoulders. She avoids his gaze, and she hopes it's for the best.
"Damon, don't do this." Her voices still sounds wobbly, and she has never been the best of liars, she figures. She used to think, why make it up when the truth is just there? Even if it was buried beneath rocks, mud, dust, cobwebs and sand.
"This is exactly what you wanted." He stresses the word, and forms that victorious smirk of his, and she just wants to swoon, right here, right now.
She can't stand it any more. She can't stand being in the dark, being lost, yet never found. She can't stand the dishonesty, the bickering and the lies that she fed everyone, even her damn self. She just wants to be exposed, to stop feeling so freakin' hopeless and to do what she wants, without reactions or critical acclaim. And right now, those empowering blue eyes are just boring into her dark ones, and she can't bring herself to resist anymore, so she does the obvious: she falls fowl. Into the arms of the dangerous.
She feels his lips capture hers, and nothing else matters.
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- Mils x