I can't stop rewatching the Delena season finale!
I'm so bad at updating this fanfic and I apologize :(
Enjoy...
Previously on "Cure for the Past"...
Elena moved over so Damon could lie next to her. He got comfortable, with his arm behind his head on her pillow and lying down completely on his back. Elena moved closer to him and laid her head on his chest and cuddled up to him so every inch of her was touching him.
They both smiled in contentment as they both fell into a deep sleep. Neither one of them realized that they were both dreaming the same thing. They dreamt of a happy future together.
Elena wakes up with a pounding in her head. She rolls over to look at the time and realizes its already two in the afternoon. Drinking with a human liquor tolerance sucks. She thinks to herself. Then when her eyes come into focus she notices that there's a glass of water and some Advil on her nightstand. She wondered for a second whether Jenna figured out she had been out all night drinking at The Grill with Damon. DAMON. She vaguely starts to remember asking him to stay last night. He must of left the water and pills on the nightstand.
Elena starts to replay all the moments she can remember of the night before with Damon, when her phone starts to buzz. She rolls out of bed and tries to stand up, but she loses her balance and flops back down on the bed. She regains control of her legs and walks over to the jacket she remembers wearing last night; she digs through the pockets and pulls out her phone.
Taking too long to get to the phone, she wastes no time in answering it, not bothering to check the caller ID. "Hello?" She breathes groggily into the phone.
"And good morning to you too, Sleeping Beauty!"
"Damon?"
"The one and only, Princess. How are you feeling Miss Tequila?" Damon asks in a cocky tone.
"I've felt better." She walks back over to her bed and sits down while grabbing the Advil and water Damon left her. She swallows the tablets and chugs the whole glass of water. "I'm assuming you were the brilliant one that left me the pills and water." It wasn't a question, she knew it was him.
"Unless you had some other devastatingly handsome fellow in your room last night, yes it was me." She could hear the smirk in his voice and imagine how sexy he looked while doing it. Elena smiled to herself and blushed. "So I assume you're going to want something greasy to eat now that you've woken up. Lets say The Grill, my treat...again."
"How do you know I just woke up?" She asked teasingly.
"Well unless you've been ignoring me, I've been calling and texting you all day and this is the first time you actually answered. Plus you had that real sexy, cock-twitching, voice when you answered the phone." He teased trying to get a rise out of her.
She rolled her eyes and ignored the last comment. "A tad bit stalker-ish. Don't you think?" She loved to joke around with him.
"Dedicated is more like it." He scoffed.
"Oh is that what you call it?" Elena smiled and shook her head. Damon will always be Damon. And that's just the way she liked him.
"So. An hour enough time for you?"
"Sure. I'll meet you there."
"Nonsense, I'll pick you up. One hour exactly from now so be ready and on the porch waiting for me; alright missy?"
"Yes Sir." She mocked him.
Damon hung up the phone and placed it on his nightstand. Leaning back on his headboard he thought about what he could do for an hour while he waited for Elena to get ready. She's probably undressing now and jumping in the shower. He thought to himself. As he imagined her running her hands all over her wet body, lathering it with soap, he felt his jeans start to tighten. He swore when it came to Elena his body reacted like a prepubescent teenage boy.
He figured he had some time to kill and if his dick was going to act like a desperate teen then he might as well roll with it. Damon unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, along with his underwear, just far enough that his huge hard on could spring free.
Placing his hand on his big thick cock Damon started stroking it, imagining Elena's hand wrapped around it. "Oh Elena." He moaned to himself. He pumped his dick faster and faster, taking the precum and rubbing it onto his erection to make it easier to fuck himself with his own hand. "Ooohhh." He moaned louder.
He started to imagine it being Elena's tongue licking his cock all the way from the base to his tip and then sucking on the end like a lollipop. "Oh fuck...Elena!" He stroked himself a few more times until he came all over his hand. Breathing heavy he looked down at himself and thought that a shower was definitely needed.
A nice cold shower. He thought.