Title: Ravishing Oblivion (6/?)
Author: Janie
Email: SwtAzSugar46@aol.com
Rating: 18+ (Language, adult situations, possible explicit sex scenes, and anything else along the way)
Spoilers: All VD books.
Disclaimers: I do not own LJ Smith's Vampire Diaries or the characters. They belong solely to her and her publishers...Blah blah blah...I use them only for entertainment purposes...Etc.
Summary: After a night of betrayal, Stefan and Elena have moved on. But when unexpectedly Damon shows up just as Bonnie comes to visit, will new desires, unwanted lust, and old flames cause conflict between life-long friends?
Notes: // Indicate telepathy. ** Indicated italics. I assure you, this time the spelling and grammar is much better!! I used a spell checker!! ^_^ Enjoy! And PLEASE, I beg you, review!!!! (Thanks to those who have!! And if anyone can please tell me why my spacing gets messed up when it's sent out to the list, and how to fix it, I'd appreciate it!)
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Dizzy, so dizzy...So very tired...And through the hazy blackness in her mind, Bonnie could make out drifts of conversation from voices she thought she knew.
"...happened to her?" That was a woman's voice, quietly frantic.
"...simply passed out...acting strange...thought she was drugged..." This was a man's, tone confused yet intense.
"...quite sure she wasn't...not like her at all..."
"...something's not right...said she wanted to kiss me..."
"...noticed her odd behavior lately...idea what is was..."
"...I think it was part of her irrational state of mind..."
"...never in my right mind would I have guessed..."
"..doesn't have feelings for me, Elena..."
"...so sure?"
"...possibly want with me? Bonnie's not like that, Elena..."
"Yes, I know...Everything's so confusing right now, Stefan..."
Oh, yes, I know you two...Stefan...Elena...Names supplied, Bonnie groaned, every breath suddenly painful and demanding quite a lot of energy. Abruptly, the two people she heard stopped talking. Beneath her she could feel the softness of a plush mattress and an oppressing weight on her chest she made out to be a blanket. But she was so cold! Sluggishly, her eyelids opened, blinking, preparing themselves for bright light. There was none.
The room was rather dark, lit only by a single lamp on a dresser. Shivering, she moistened dry, cracked lips. Through cloudy vision, she watched as Elena moved over to the bed, gazing down at her, maternally placing a hand on Bonnie's cool forehead, brushing back curls. Stefan followed suit a moment later, reaching down to cover her with another, thicker blanket as his wife said, "She's freezing. Maybe she needs a doctor."
"I think she'll be alright. I don't know exactly what happened, but she seems to be alright, with the exception of being extremely weak. We'll keep her in bed and if she doesn't improve with plenty of rest and food, I'll bring her..."
Bonnie's eyelids were heavy, but she struggled to keep them lifted. Slowly, she turned her head, mass of red curls falling away from her neck and spilling onto a pillow.
A gasp. Elena's hand went to her mouth. "Stefan..."
He moved to her side, one hand placed on her shoulder, peering down. "What is it? I don't--" He suddenly ended his sentence, as his eyes registered the brutal marks on the alabaster throat. He made a noise of disgust, with a sharp movement of his head. Fingers gripped Elena's shoulder and he looked away, his fury palpable. Elena's hand reached up, across her chest to place atop of his.
"Bastard." Stefan's voice was nearly shaking with rage.
"We don't know he did it."
"Like hell we don't!"
"Stefan--"
Her words were cut off as a murmur from Bonnie came from the bed. "Damon..." It was whispered, her voice was hoarse and unused sounding, but they made the one word out easily.
Green eyes flashed and Stefan shook a hand toward Bonnie, looking at his wife. "See!"
"I'm sure he--"
"You're defending him, Elena!"
She shut her mouth, hurt, letting her hand drop off his -- Perhaps because the words cut closer to the truth than she'd have liked. Her lips were drawn into a thin, straight line, and her voice was clipped as she replied, "She needs food. I'm going to get her something to eat and drink."
He nodded, green eyes blazing with his anger. Most was directed at his brother, but a bit was towards his wife, who had openly tried to defend the monster.
"I'll stay here and watch her."
"Fine." With that, Elena left in search for something to give Bonnie. It was only after she left that a voice, cold and unnerving rang through her head as she remembered. 'Don't think there won't be consequences...'
Elena shivered, despite the warmth of the penthouse and fought down a feeling of dread in her stomach. Could she tell? But, no that would be disastrous! If Stefan found out, he'd blame her. After all, she rightfully deserved the blame. It was her fault Damon was angry, her fault he had chosen to attack Bonnie. She bit her lip as she rummaged through the fridge.
He'd also probably kill Damon, the sheer force of his anger could very well make him the stronger of the two.
Her throat...Elena felt sick. Oh, God. She couldn't, wouldn't let him hurt Bonnie again.
In the bedroom, the dark haired man sat by the bed, head in hands.
How could Damon do something like this? Be so cruel, so *evil*? Stefan scoffed at himself. Because he was Damon. And Damon did things like that. He fucked other people's wives and tortured their friend's...Stefan's hands were clenched into fists at his sides. And Elena had thought, if only for a moment, that possibly Damon didn't do it!
It was a good 20 minutes or so that Stefan became lost in thought.
* '...Why don't you shut up and kiss me?' * Images from hours before flashed in his mind and Bonnie's words sounded clear, as though she were speaking then and there. * 'Sounds good to me, baby...' *
Stefan blinked, trying to summon the rage of moments before, but it was gradually being reduced and changed...Turning into another feeling...One that made him lift his head, thankful for the dark interior of the bedroom, as his cheeks felt on fire.
His eyes, trained for the night, picked out the shape of the woman on the bed...Running over the curves of her hips, the rise of her breasts, as she restlessly tossed about in the bed, the comforter moving off to one side as she shifted.
Thick, red curls framed a heart-shaped face that no longer portrayed the giddy 17-year-old he knew from past years. Instead, her face was that of a woman: lovely, mature. Shapely lips, long lashes that fluttered with whatever she was seeing in her mind...
Again, he saw the pictures...Her head thrown back in laughter as they had watched a movie on the television the night she'd first arrived...A tight dress clinging to her voluptuous body, one so different from the one his hands were used to touching every night... as they moved together to a heavy beat, faces flushed from the heat of dancing...The feel of her arms about his neck, his hands on her waist as they moved...Big brown eyes full of enjoyment...
*STOP IT!* his mind screamed, but even as he shook himself out of reveries of a woman he should only regard as a friend, his hand had moved out to touch the soft spirals of wine colored tresses and bring one to his lips...He couldn't help but notice the sweet scent of her hair.
He abruptly pulled back, standing up hurriedly, and walking over to the window, opening it slightly and taking deep breaths. *Think of Elena...*
It was only in the heat of the moment, wasn't it? The craziness of the situation, the sense of confusion and remorse, the undeniable urge to want to truly kill his brother...for a second time...Wasn't it?
Her delirious mind frame putting wild, nonsensical thoughts into his head...Her insane suggestions simply working their way into his head, making him think strange thoughts.
...Thoughts that caused him to blush, set a slow burning in his stomach and ignited an unmistakable desire in his veins.
Fingers clenched the windowsill, knuckles turning white. The moonlight glinted off a silver band studded with diamonds.
This was crazy. Ludicrous. He had a wife.
But the blonde cascade of hair and the pair of cobalt blue eyes he tried to envision kept morphing into crimson ringlets and eyes the color of rich honey.
And as he looked down at the ring, which he knew had inscribed on the inside of the band part of his vows, his stomach clenched. He couldn't seem to forget the way soft curls felt against his lips...
***
Dark blue met midnight black.
"Don't touch her again."
Lips contorted into a scornful smirk. "Or what, Elena? Just what do you plan on doing about it?" One brow lifted in mockery. "That sounds familiar, somehow...I believe we've been through this before, once upon a time. I also believe, if I remember correctly, that I was more than thorough in showing you *exactly* what I can do."
Elena took a step closer, daring him to challenge her more. "I'm aware."
His laugh this time was anything but enticing. It made her blood run cold. Briefly, she wondered if she was insane. Pushing him like this.
"Two can play at this game." He was deathly serious. "Don't make me hurt you, Elena."
Eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare. And you know it."
"Oh, wouldn't I?" He taunted.
Confident, if rather stupidly so, she shook her head. "No. You wouldn't, actually."
Damon rested back against a gnarled tree trunk. For a moment he let his gaze wander above her head, drifting off around the park. It was late, although a few stragglers were still hanging around the area, but Damon was sated. He'd had his fill...
He swung dark eyes back to Elena. The moon was full that night and the light that shined from it through the treetops made Elena look unearthly and all the more enchanting. His gaze bore directly into hers, and he was a bit surprised, but not totally thrown off by her display of strong-will. "What makes you say that?"
This time it was her turn to laugh. It was a bitter laugh that escaped from her lips as she regarded him critically, letting her eyes lazily trail down along him. "Because," she started, taking yet another step closer, "you want me too much."
She saw him take a breath but he made no reply.
"And if you kill me," she whispered, even shocking herself as she leaned forward to rest her palms against the tree bark on either side of Damon, level with the middle of his arms, "you can't have me."
Damon's chest rose and fell with another deep breath and it took a moment for him to speak. When he did, however, his voice was as she knew it: arrogant and unashamed. "Is that an invitation?" They were close enough that as he spoke, she could feel his breath against her lips.
He caught her gaze, and their eyes locked.
He leaned in. She pulled away.
"This isn't about me."
"Isn't it?"
"No. This is about Bonnie, and what you did to her."
He unfolded his arms, stretching, giving off the appearance of disinterest. "What's done is done, *cara*. And I can't change that fact."
"What you did was *wrong*. Sick. Cruel."
"Is that how you perceive me, Elena? I really don't think it is."
She was silent, choosing her words carefully. Then she threw her hands up and said, "Stop bringing this back to me, damnit!"
"Fine." He sighed, bored. "She's alive, isn't she?"
"Yes. Barely."
"Oh, please. Spare me, Elena. I left her knowing she wasn't going to die. If I had wanted to kill her, there would have been much more enjoyable ways to do so."
In the distance, car horns blared, and off to her right somewhere, music could be heard.
"Don't play with me, Damon. I could have let Stefan tear you from limb to limb for what you did the other night."
He seemed nonchalant. "How unfortunate you didn't. I wouldn't have minded a little fun and games."
"I'm serious," she hissed. "You could have killed her, damn you!"
"But I didn't."
He was unaffected by her near boiling point. Her nails bit into the flesh of her palms. For a long, drawn out moment, she simply glared at him. Hatred blocked her ability to speak. He broke the silence.
"Why didn't you?"
She looked at him, confused. "Why didn't I what?"
"Let your darling husband try what he liked."
"Because--" She broke off.
He seemed to find this amusing. "Yes?"
"Because..." Again, she trailed off. Both embarrassed and annoyed, she looked down, staring into the blades of grass at her feet.
"Because why, Elena?" His voice was now a murmur. He'd stepped up to her again and she found herself raising her eyes to meet him. She felt her anger dissolving.
His head tilted off to one side as he watched her through hooded eyes, one hand gently lifted her chin farther up to meet his gaze, and his hand did not drop from cupping her face.
"Because you want this? You crave the touch you gave up? The bliss you allowed yourself only one night?" His words were an erotic purr. "Stop fighting this, Elena. You want me as much as I want you…"
She found she couldn't form a coherent sentence. Not with her blood racing as though she were running an Olympic marathon; not with her face suddenly so flushed from the sensual purr of his voice; not when all thoughts of her husband were vanished and being replaced by the ever-growing need to be touched by this man again.
"Don't deny you find yourself up at night, thinking, remembering, wondering...what it would be like? Wondering if you've forgotten the way my lips feel on yours, trailing over your skin as you shiver...The way my hands feel running down along the curve of your breasts, hips, the skin of your thighs...Until you can barely contain it and it makes you want to cry out--"
He was silenced as she reached out, pulled him against her...Her lips seeking and finding his.
The kiss was heated, their touches needy, craving, yearning...Attempting to quench both of their avid want.
All thoughts of Bonnie disappeared from Elena's mind...That life, the life she led with another, seemed so distant now, as her hands tore at his clothing, his lips leaving fire in their wake.
He gave a muffled groan against her lips, both of them breathing heavily. He pushed her back against the base of a tree, his mouth hungrily, roughly, moving against hers, their movements rushed as though they couldn't devour one another quick enough.
The taste of her was enough to drive him wild with lust. No, he hadn't forgotten the way she tasted...the way she felt. Back firmly pressed against the trunk of the giant oak, Elena's legs lifted to wrap around him and with a stifled moan, he drove into her.
He pounded into her, Elena's backside hitting the bark of the tree, her heart pounded. Panting, they continued, her nails scraping down along the flesh of his back. His eyes clenched shut and he groaned. Both of their bodies were damp with perspiration.
His hands clutched at her rear, holding her to him as he thrusted, his name on her lips as she tilted her head back.
Unbeknownst to them, as they worked their way into a heated frenzy, finally exploding in their passion as Elena cried out, and moments later shifted to stand on shaky legs, a shadow lurked nearby. Damon nearly slumped against her, breathing raggedly.
And as they moved, both lying there together on the damp ground of the park, a pair of forest green eyes had been watching the entire time.
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Till death do us part.
Whatever.
He tossed the ring onto the dresser with a numb feeling in his heart. His entire body cried out for Elena, for their love that had once been imperishable, invincible; but mostly it screamed for the woman he thought he knew. The woman who had onced vowed to stand by him in sickness and in health.
But she had done it. Done it again.
And this time, he didn't know if he could forgive her. But he didn't hate her. He couldn't hate her. Not when so much love still burned inside him. Not when he couldn't be entirely sure he wouldn't throw himself into her arms when she came back home. Beg her to take him back and let him change whatever had caused her to turn away and find pleasure in another's arms.
Green eyes were pained as he stared into the mirror, and he wanted to smash the reflection he saw there. Weak. He was weak.
Eyes in the mirror shifted to view the bed where a tiny form lay resting. She was healing rapidly. He turned to face her now and watched as she stirred. A tiny yawn could be heard. He leaned against the dresser as her gaze met his from across the room.
"Stefan?" Bonnie's words were soft but nonetheless seemed to shatter the silence.
"Yes, it's me."
He walked over to the bed where he then stood, looking down at her for a long time. To Bonnie, he was waging an inner war. Finally, he seemed to come to some sort of decision as hands drew back the blankets and he slid in beside her small, lovely form.
She shifted onto her side, brown hues studying him intensely. They seemed to see within his soul.
He knew another pair of eyes that did that. But they were blue.
She waited, hesitant, as though allowing him to make sure he was entirely positive this was where he wanted to be.
When he didn't move to leave her, she edged closer, and finally wrapped her arms around him. He was gentle as he drew her close, as she was still very much weak. The scent of her was powerful as he burried into her silky hair, easing her onto her back and gazing down at her.
She smiled fondly at him, the adoration in her eyes enough to nearly make him break down. Before he even knew what was happening, he'd kissed her.
"Stefan," she breathed, and his heart pounded.
He was careful as he slowly began to touch her, his hands finding the supple skin of her breasts beneath the nightgown she wore. Her breath caught and came in tiny gasps as he lifted the nightgown over her head, the material bunching in his hands before he let it drop to the floor. He kissed her again, his hands wandering down along the silky, creamy skin of hers. He was careful to stray away from her neck.
Somehow, this felt right. Well...for now, at least, he could pretend it was.
It was only fair, was it not? If his wife could have another, so could he.
His kisses were light, caresses slow and soft. She felt fragile in his arms and he was careful not to hurt her. He felt himself loosing control as she touched him back.
Suddenly, she paused, easing her lips from his and drawing back slightly to regard him curiously. Something had occurred to her.
"Where's Elena?"
His answer was self-contained, controlled. He could've been talking about the chip in the paint above the headboard he was that indifferent. His green eyes met hers and she saw nothing but desire in them. "It doesn't matter now."
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