I know this chapter is a little shorter, I didn't have the most time to write when completing these. The next one is longer and I'll post it in about an hour or so.
I'm going to stop with the disclaimers once I reach chapter 3 in all my stories. I just feel like they're unnecessary. Obviously I don't own any of the characters, just the story and plot line.
Chapter 3:
"So, what are you doing in my room, Elena?" The way my name rolled off his tongue had my heart skipping a beat. His voice was full of pure amusement.
"I was just wandering around and ended up caught in my thoughts." I retorted, trying to even my breathing. Why was I so nervous? It was just Damon.
"Uh uh, sure. Why were you in Stefan's room as well? I think we have a little snoop." He smirked, but dread filled my gut as my mind was drawn back to that photograph. Suddenly I felt uneasy alone in a house with this man I honestly barely knew.
"Um, how did you know I went into Stefan's room?" I asked, wrapping my arms around myself. I was suddenly cold. He just started at me for a moment as if to come up with a reasonable answer, or maybe that was just my mind jumping to conclusions.
"I didn't, you just admitted it." He shrugged, voice light and dismissive, though he studied my face.
"What's eating at you, Elena? What is it that you're dying to ask about?" How did he know me so well? At least well enough to read me and my tells correctly?
"Who's Katherine?" I asked him, my voice too quiet. I think half of me was scared to hear the answer, "Why does she look like me?" I couldn't keep the uneasiness from my voice. He seemed surprised though, as if that was not the question he thought was burning a hole through my mind.
"I don't think it's my place to explain. This is why you don't snoop, Elena." He replied.
"Damon-" I made to protest but he was suddenly right in front of me, our breaths mixing, our bodies barely inches apart. So cruel of him, to distract me this way, it worked though. All I could think about was how impossibly close he was, how near his lips were to mine. One little movement and they'd touch. My breath quickened and my heart made a little skip.
"Damon-" I said again, his name almost a plea, for what though? I did not know. His eyes just searched mine, as if looking for something. I moved to pull away, this was a dangerous situation, and I had a boyfriend. But just as I took a step back, he took as step forwards, his lips crashing into mine. I stood there wide eyed for a split second as my brain registered what was happening, before I kissed him back. His lips were so soft, indeed so kissable. His hands cupped my waist and my chin. It was a soft kiss, very gentle and sweet, yet it was filled with the promise of passion, roaring a need alive inside me. This was so much different than kissing Tyler, this felt right.
I had to pull away to catch my breath, he chuckled lightly, as though it was funny that I had to breathe. I just stood there staring at him, taking in every dip, angle, and round bit of his gorgeous face, I didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure what he saw on my face but it seemed to snap him back into business mode.
"You're going to have to stay here for a little while. Stefan has to go do some things in New Orleans and I'm supposed to watch you." His voice was melodic, so enticing, and his tone so soft, soft like his lips. God snap out of it Elena! He's just a guy! And you have a boyfriend. Guilt instantly slammed into my body, how was I going to face Tyler?
"Why?" It came out harsher than I'd intended.
"Because you can get hurt easily." He replied matter of factly. I couldn't tell if my tone had bothered him.
"No more easily than you, or anyone else." I responded, but some tiny part of me whispered that was untrue.
"Right." He chuckled, "I'll have Caroline bring over some of your stuff tomorrow, but for now you'll just have to make due." He tossed me one of his shirts from the dresser.
"Feel free to shower, or whatever you like. My room is yours for the night." He spoke, heading to the door, "Not to brag, but my bed is the most comfortable in the world, custom made for ultimate restful-ness and comfort in," He paused with a smirk, "Other activities." He gave me one of his signature winks and disappeared down the hallway. I crossed the room, closing the door firmly and pleased to find it had a lock. I clicked it in before heading into the bathroom and undressing.
The water felt heavenly against my skin as I washed up quickly, surprised to see his wide variety of soaps, shampoos, and conditioners. He did always smell good. Within ten minutes I was out of the shower and toweling off. I slipped his black tee shirt over my body and groaned at how silky and comfortable it was. I neatly folded my clothes and set them on the nightstand to deal with tomorrow. I glanced at the clock and almost gawked, how the hell was it already 10:30? I sighed and rummaged through his drawers to find some clearly never worn drawstring shorts. I pulled them on and headed downstairs to find some food, as I hadn't eaten since this morning.
Looking through the fridge, I decided on the leftover chicken salad Stefan had made yesterday for lunch. Sitting down at the little breakfast table I snarfed down the food, my mind mulling over the events of the day. Kathrine. The name flashed through my head once again, damn Damon had done such a good job of distracting me. I sighed. Once I knew Damon left again I would go back and find the answers he wouldn't give me. I didn't have the patience to just wait the whole weekend until Stefan returned home.
I was just washing my fork as Damon appeared, once again leaning against the door frame.
"You look very nice in my clothes, Elena. You should wear them more often." His tone was smooth and teasing, bringing a blush to my cheeks.
"Yeah yeah, you know I have nothing else to wear." I responded, unable to keep the amusement from my voice. He was suddenly right behind me, I could see our reflections in the window. I hadn't even noticed him move.
"Good night, Lena. I'm in the room right next door if you need anything." He stretched the word anything, his breath hot on the back of my neck.
"Goodnight Damon." I replied softly, stepping around him and waking out of the kitchen without so much as a look back. I hated how fast my heart was beating and how hot my skin felt to the touch. I hated the low ache that had begun in my core, and the effect he seemed to have over me. But mostly, I hated that as I entered his room, half of me was hoping he'd follow.
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