Teach Me
Gritting her teeth she squeezed hard and pumped forward.
"Don't grip it so hard, be gentle," His voice washed over her like silk.
Damon gripped her hand and guided it downward slowly."Like this, slow, smooth movements."
Elena gasped as it quivered under her fingertips. Licking the sweat that beaded above her lip, she allowed herself a small smile. This wasn't as hard as Caroline or Bonnie made it sound!
"See, you're getting it." He encouraged, a rare smile on his lips.
"Easy for you to say, you have one, you use it all the time, you know how to handle it," she quipped, still unsure of herself.
Damon smirked. "I've had lots of practice." His eyebrows waggled.
Elena rolled her eyes. Men. Why were they so fascinated with it? If only it weren't so long, she thought dolefully.
She gave it a half hearted tug, to no avail.
"Gah, this is hopeless!" She threw up her hands, ramming her fist into it in frustration.
"Hey, it's not invincible you know! You break it, your break a piece of me!" Damon cautioned, stroking it gently as if to make up for Elena's violent outburst.
"Sorry," she mumbled. "I guess I'm just not good at this sort of thing."
"That's why you have me," Damon gloated smugly.
Elena snorted. "Stroke your ego much?"
"I'd like to stroke something else." His voice had dropped an octave and all of the humor and playful banter went out the window.
Elena was suddenly very warm in her sweater. Why did he have to go and make a comment like that?
"Don't pretend you don't know what we're doing here," he whispered eyes boring into hers. "We both know Stephan wasn't man enough to teach you this, so that left me."
Elena was hyperventilating. He was way too close and there was nowhere to run. She needed Damon's help anyway. How else was she to make any progress? This was a vital skill that all girls should know how to do! But he was making this so damn difficult, with his hand on hers, and his brilliant glittering eyes taunting her, and that mouth…. Elena's mind went fuzzy.
She couldn't deny it anymore. There was something between them.
"Damon," she whispered, annoyed that her voice came out strained. Why was she so affected by him?
"Elena." His voice was just as low. He leaned forward, cradling her face in his hands, his lips a hairs breadth away from hers.
"I can think of something much more fun to do in a car, than learn the stick shift."
Elena's eyes fluttered open, utterly startled. He had teased her. She felt an angry blush heat her cheeks.
"I can't believe you! You are such an ass!" Elena harrumphed, sitting back in her seat, arms crossed.
Damon merely chuckled at her pout. "Get over here," he muttered. Taking her face in his hands again he snatched her across the gear shift and to his hungry mouth.
He was right, Elena thought. This was much more fun than learning the stick shift.
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