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One look and I can't catch my breath
Two souls into one flesh
When you're not next to me
I'm incomplete
Four weeks.
That was all it took for Elena's life to change in an overwhelming capacity, after years of stifling routine.
Four weeks for her to realize exactly how much time she had wasted, trying to be something that she wasn't, and to start making better choices so that her future would be her own.
And as Damon, dressed as sharp as she had ever seen, pulled her out onto the dance floor, she didn't have a single regret.
Cause I'm on fire like a thousand suns
I couldn't put it out even if I wanted to
Elena's one month anniversary as Damon's girlfriend happened to fall on the same day as the Homecoming Dance.
She hadn't held out much hope that he would want to go.
Not that he hadn't indulged her every whim since they started officially dating, but the crowd and hype and social cliche wasn't exactly his scene.
So it was a surprise when he had stopped at her locker that morning, holding two tickets, and smirking like he knew he had caught her off guard.
"You do realize what you're volunteering for?" she double checked, unable to completely contain her excitement, "A school event. With other students. And formal wear."
He had laughed and pulled her close, "I'm signing up for a night of holding you in my arms as we dance to probably bad, but possibly romantic music. All the rest is just details."
Her heart had fluttered and she kissed him, not caring who saw or what they may have to say about it.
These flames tonight
Look into my eyes and say you want me too
Like I want you
Her "switching Salvatore's" had, as expected, been the topic of the school for a solid week.
Perfect Elena Gilbert was dating the school's playboy? Her ex's brother?
What had happened to the golden IT couple?
Was this latent rebellion?
Did her parents know?
She could admit that there was a time or two the whispers and side glances had made her self conscious, but then Damon would appear in front of her and all her doubts would wash away.
Stefan asked Caroline out the following week, and the attention moved to them, rumors spreading as they do about what had actually gone down.
By week three, the general population had moved on to worrying about the Homecoming game and finding dresses for the dance that would follow.
Now?
No one even batted an eye as she and Damon had practically made out against her locker.
Oh, love, let me see inside your heart
All the cracks and broken parts
While their classmates had been so hung up on the details of the whole affair, Elena's home experience was vastly different.
About two weeks after she and Damon had started going out, her mother seemed to realize his existence in Elena's life.
After dinner one night, she had asked about it while they washed dishes.
"Damon Salvatore dropped you off after cheer practice yesterday," Miranda had stated in a forced casual kind of way, "And picked you up for school this morning."
"Yes," Elena kept her voice just as aloof, "He did. He also gave me a ride to school last week."
A short pause had followed, "Any reason? Are you still tutoring with him? Or has Stefan been busy?"
"No," she didn't look away from the plate that she was drying, "We just like spending time together."
A longer pause.
"Are...are you sure that is wise, sweetheart? I know the two of you have always been friends, but what might people think if you're spending that much time galavanting around with your boyfriend's brother?"
Elena glanced over at her mother then, who had stopped washing all together and was staring right back.
It was odd, having her full attention for a rare moment.
She shook her head, "He isn't. My boyfriend's brother, I mean. Stefan and I are no longer together."
Miranda swallowed, as if this was what she had feared, "Oh Elena, I thought we talked about this. Stefan is-"
"Seeing someone else," Elena had finished, cutting her mother off, "And I'm spending time with Damon now. We are all fine with it."
Miranda's lips had pursed a little, the way they did when she was trying to rationalize with a patient, "I see. And what spurred this decision?"
Part of Elena had wanted to open up and tell her mother the truth.
That Stefan had cheated and that Damon had been there for her, and that she was learning how to be happy without worrying about the expectations of others...but these were things that Miranda would never understand.
So she had simply smiled and said, "Stefan and I amicably decided that we both wanted different things from a relationship. And in spending time with him, I've realized that what I want is Damon."
Her mother sighed deeply, "Elena, sweetheart, I wish you had discussed this with me beforehand. A young woman's reputation in a town like this is very-"
"Mom, it's okay," Elena insisted, reaching out to touch Miranda's arm, "Really. People were curious last week, but this week they've moved on to new gossip. Damon has been a perfect gentleman and I really am happy."
The verdict was weighed in her mother's eyes for a moment, until finally, she offered a weak smile, "Well, if you are sure everything has smoothed over. He is from a Founding Family, after all. And surely Giuseppe will be pleased that you are helping influence his less...achieving child. So long as your own academics do not suffer, I see no harm in your indulgence of this boy."
Elena was glad her Miranda had turned back to the dishes, and therefore missed her dramatic eye roll.
Founding Family. Academics. Of course these were the things Miranda was worried about.
Nonetheless, she took the win and even invited Damon over for dinner the following night.
Things were awkward, but not tense, and the half hour makeout in his car later that night made it totally worth it.
The shadows in the light
There's no need to hide
And that had been pretty much the last of the drama over the entire situation.
She and Stefan were cordial at school, but didn't try to really keep a close friendship.
Then he and Caroline really started dating and Elena found it easier to fade in with Damon and his group of friends.
Most of them were actually pretty great, and she especially clicked with Bonnie Bennett, who was in the same grade as her and had a quiet, yet sweet personality.
Since she was dating one of Damon's closest guy friends, Enzo St. John, they had spent a lot of time together over the past few weeks and were really getting along.
"I can't believe we've never hung out before," Elena had acknowledged one evening last week, when they had all gone to the Grill for lunch.
"Most of the Founding Families stick together," Bonnie had pointed out, "Inner circle and all that. I'm just glad Damon brought you to the dark side."
They had laughed it off, but Elena realized that it was true.
She was friends with Caroline and the rest of the "popular" crowd because they had all been raised together as the Mystic Fall's prestige.
Damon had recognized the bullshit of it all and had stepped away from the circle.
She was so glad he had, because these new friends were much more real than the backstabbing drama she was leaving behind.
It felt good; another plastic mask removed.
Cause I'm on fire like a thousand suns
I couldn't put it out even if I wanted to
"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" Damon whispered in her ear as they swayed to a waltzy melody.
The dance floor was pretty full, but they were in their own little world.
"Only a few hundred times," she kissed his cheek, before nuzzling the soft skin of his neck, "But please, don't stop."
He chuckled and squeezed her tighter as she reflected on this perfect night.
The Timberwolves had won the Homecoming Game, and for the first time in a while, she had actually enjoyed cheering for the team.
Maybe because Caroline wasn't acting like a complete bitch anymore.
Or maybe because Damon had been behind her, on the fence, shouting praises throughout the routines.
Either way it was a good start to the evening, which had gotten even better when Bonnie had come over to get dressed for the dance with her.
They had done each other's hair, and pondered over the possibility that their boys might actually dress up for the night.
Pleasantly surprising them both, Damon and Enzo had shown up at the Gilbert's house in suits, with flowers to boot.
Elena hadn't been able to take her eyes off her boyfriend since.
These flames tonight
Look into my eyes and say you want me too
Like I want you
"You know," she ran her hand over his chest, loving the way the dark suit jacket clung to his muscles, "You don't look so bad yourself."
Damon caught her hand and brought her fingers up to his lips, "I know. But don't get used to it. This tie is a damn noose."
She giggled, pulling at the knot that rested on the base of his throat, "You don't like to be choked? Damn. There goes my plans for the night."
Damon's head leaned back a little so their eyes met and all the other students dancing around them faded away.
"Oh, so you had plans for tonight? Why wasn't I privy to this?"
Elena shrugged, "Well, I was considering frisking my boyfriend for a while. He seems to like it when I do that...but you're pretty cute too. Play your cards right and I might be tempted to let you take me home instead."
"So naughty, Miss Gilbert," Damon played along, "And here I was under the impression that you were a good girl."
"I try to be," she sighed whimsically, "But this guy I'm dating, well, he has a way of making me want to do very very bad things."
Damon spun her once to the beat of the song and brought her back roughly against his chest, "Is that so?"
She nodded innocently and leaned in as close as she could, "Yes. For example, last Sunday I went to his house to help him study for a Biology test, but we ended up making out instead. Twenty minutes later, I was naked and his head was between my legs. I'm beginning to suspect he never planned on studying at all."
"Perhaps not," Damon allowed, "But it doesn't sound like you were bad at all. In fact, tonguing you until you cum sounds very good."
Elena felt a shiver of heat rush down her spine and smiled, "I did like that part. I also liked returning the favor."
She felt Damon's body tense as she pressed her lips to his ear, "Just thinking about sucking your cock makes me so wet. And baby? I've been thinking about it all night."
She bit his ear as she leaned away and Damon exhaled in a rush, "Fuck, Elena."
When their eyes met, she could see the raging desire in all that blue, as surely as it was reflecting in her own.
"You're getting too good at this," he bit out and she grinned cheekily, "Well, I did learn from the best."
She and Damon had done a lot in the past few weeks, but not everything.
She was still a virgin, and she mostly blamed Damon.
He had insisted that he wanted to take his time with her, slow things down, so that she knew he was with her for more than just sex.
The sentiment was sweet and she loved him for it, but all of their teasing was a hell of a build up and she was ready for the whole experience.
She wanted to feel Damon inside of her, and if the erection now pressing against her thigh was any proof, he wanted the same thing.
Taking a chance, she leaned up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
She felt Damon's groan more than she heard it, since the song's tempo had sped up, but even so, she was affected.
Her body keyed up for him, and she rubbed her hips against his, feeling the ridge of him and wanting more.
"Elena," he breathed against her mouth with a slight chuckle, "We're on a very public dance floor."
She swallowed and looked up at him through her lashes, "Then let's go somewhere less public."
His gaze held hers, and the question was obvious in his expression as her words registered with him.
She smiled, "I'm ready, Damon. I want to be with you."
Cause I'm on fire like a thousand suns
I couldn't put it out even if I wanted to
They left the dance before the song had even finished, holding hands as they ran across the school parking lot.
Grinning like idiots and unable to keep from touching, Damon had picked her up and pinned her against his car, kissing her deeply.
The dress she had worn made their exploration easier, since it was both tastefully low cut and also short; the off-white silk bunching between them as her legs wrapped around Damon's waist.
The rush and heat only grew more desperate as they groped over clothes and she managed to get the tie around Damon's neck loose as he moved them to open the car door.
Driving to the Salvatore's house, they broke about a hundred traffic laws.
Elena was practically in Damon's lap, one of his hands was between her legs, and they were both okay with dying if it meant going out like that.
"God, you're soaked," he growled, slipping under her thongs as he also tried to watch the road.
Elena's mouth was glued to his neck and she moaned as he stroked her, "I told you. I'm so ready for you."
Parking was a fumbled mess once they reached the house, neither of them wanting to release each other long enough to actually get out of the car.
Damon ended up dragging her out through his side, and picking her back up so that he was carrying her up to the front door.
Giuseppe was gone, unsurprisingly, and Stefan would be at the dance with Caroline for a couple more hours at least, and the unbridled freedom did nothing to slow the urgency Elena knew they both felt.
Damon carried her to the stairs, where he put her back on her feet, and they kissed their way to the top, stripping his jacket and her shoes along the way.
These flames tonight
Look into my eyes and say you want me too
Like I want you
Elena didn't feel a lick of insecurity until they reached the bed.
When Damon led her back to the mattress, she reminded herself that they had been intimate in a million different ways before tonight.
This was Damon, and he was going to walk her through it, just as he had every other aspect of their physical relationship.
Even knowing this though, she was still a little nervous.
She wanted it to be as good for him as she knew he would make it for her.
Damon slowed down once they reached the bed, hovering over her as his lips left her mouth to trail down her neck.
"Mhmm," he stroked her skin with his tongue, sinking into the cradle of her hips, "You have no idea how many times I've imagined this."
"Me too," she admitted, with a slight blush, and he lifted onto his elbows to look at her.
"Before we go too far, are you sure you want to do this tonight? Everything. All the way."
Elena nodded, "Yes. I'm a little nervous about performance...but yes. I want to do this."
Damon smiled that sexy half smirk that she adored, "Baby, I promise, you have nothing to worry about. You already feel so perfect, if anything, I'm the one who should be worried."
She giggled and ran her hands over his biceps, then down his back, "I know it's silly. I just want this to be good for us both. This is...this is huge for me. I don't want to mess it up."
Damon leaned down and kissed her softly, a brush of their lips.
"Impossible," he promised, "It's going to be amazing, just because it's you."
"But I don't know what to do, and I-"
"Elena," he gently interrupted her thought, "You do know what to do. It's the same thing we've been doing. Just more."
She exhaled, "A lot more."
Damon smirked again and brushed her nose with his, "Do you remember that first day I touched you? In your living room, on the couch?"
The memory made her heart race, but she nodded, "Yes."
"You trusted me to make you feel good, and I did, didn't I?"
She nodded again.
"Then right here, in this room, the first night you slept over, you went down on me and sucked me off, remember?"
Another blush, another nod.
"You made me feel good that day," he assured her, "And every day since. You're literally the best I've ever had, and I haven't even had you yet. So don't worry about that, okay? I love you and I want you. You want me. Nothing else matters."
Nothing else matters.
"So I'm going to touch you," he kissed her nose, "And eventually, I'm going to be inside you. If you change your mind, or I do something you don't like, let me know. And if I do something you do like...well, when you scream my name, I'll know that too.."
Elena laughed at his comment and felt herself relax.
She stared up at her boyfriend, amazed that he always seemed to know the right thing to say.
"Thank you. And I love you," she whispered, and Damon closed his eyes, "I swear I could listen to you say that all night."
She smiled, "You could...but we have other plans."
With a slight wiggle of her hips, they were both refocused on the point, and Damon laughed, "Yes...we do, don't we?"
She reached up and grabbed him by the neck, pulling his mouth back to hers, and let his lips wash away the rest of her insecurities.
It's like a hunger in me
Yeah, it's never ending
Yeah, I'll burn for you
I'll burn for you
Proving his words true, Damon moved slowly, drawing Elena into him until she was just as loose and wanting as always.
The more he worked her body with his touches, the more clouded her mind became and any doubts that may have lingered disappeared into a thin wisp of air.
Their clothes came off piece at a time, with Damon carefully unzipping her dress until the thin straps slid off her shoulders.
By the time they were both completely naked, he had rolled them on the mattress so that they were stretched out against each other, and like each new step before, he took the lead and she followed his cues.
He kissed her entirely, suckled her breast and clit, and made sure even her inner thighs were damp with wetness before aligning their bodies.
"Ready?" he asked with a voice that was thick from desire, and Elena nodded.
God yes, she was so ready.
Damon kissed her mouth one more time, then reached over to the night stand by the bed and grabbed a condom from the drawer.
With the ease of experience, he used his teeth to tear the wrapper and started to unfoil the package.
"Can I?" Elena asked, almost shyly, but Damon answered with a gentle smile, "Absolutely."
He gave her the rubber, and with some instruction, she got everything in place, stroking his pulsing hard on a few extra times, for good measure.
Damon groaned in pleasure and she pulled him forward.
"I want this."
His hand slipped down to join hers and they positioned the blunt head of him at her entrance.
"I'll go slow," he said through clenched teeth, and began to slide in.
Elena closed her eyes and buried her face in his neck.
It's like a hunger in me
Yeah, it's never ending
Yeah, I'll burn for you
Burn for you
I love you.
Oh god, I love you. I love you. I love you.
That was the only coherent thought Elena found herself capable of thinking as Damon began thrusting inside of her.
The sensations were new, but familiar.
Overwhelming, yet not enough.
She felt a slight twinge of discomfort as her body adjusted to the size of him, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that the friction of his movements was causing.
"Oh god," she exhaled, "Damon, this feels so good."
He kissed her in response, letting his tongue dip into her mouth, in and out, so that he was taking and giving in all possible ways.
She loved it. She loved him.
"More," she whispered against his lips, "I want more."
Damon seemed to harden further inside of her, and his tempo increased, slowly at first, but as she rocked her hips with him in encouragement, he let loose.
Incoherent noises fell from her mouth as he truly started fucking her, yet there was something so tender in his caress that she almost wanted to cry.
This was as intimate as you could ever be with another person, and she was so glad that Damon was the one she was sharing this with.
"I love you," she trembled as the orgasm that had been building in her core rushed out and robbed her breath.
Her legs clenched around Damon's waist and he rode her through the waves of pleasure, until the tingling was gone and he paused, moving shallowly to let her recover.
I'm on fire like a thousand suns
I couldn't put it out even if I wanted to
"Wow," she laughed lightheartedly, "That was...wow."
Damon placed a kiss on her neck with a grin of his own, "Told you."
"You did. And you were right," she admitted, "That was amazing."
Damon accepted the praise with another kiss, then asked, "Are you sore? Did you want to stop?"
"Nope," Elena shook her head, "I am not finished with you yet."
"Good," Damon smirked, and flipped them, moving so fast that Elena barely had time to comprehend the motion, "Then do me."
She was on top of him now, straddling his hips, and somehow his cock was reaching even further inside of her at this angle.
His hands on her hips acted as a guide as she started to move; carefully at first, getting a feel for it.
Being on top was a whole different sensation, but she liked it just as much, if not more, than the position they had been in moments ago.
She could see Damon better this way, and loved how his expression tightened in pleasure when she sped up her movements.
"Oh fuck," he encouraged, and his eyes fell closed, "Just like that, baby, just like that."
Elena had gotten good at reading his body; she knew what to do with her hand to drive him wild and she knew what made him reach the edge.
It was a learning experience, stroking him with her body and not just her palm, but his tells were the same, and it wasn't long until she felt more confident in her thrusts.
Damon cursed as she teased him to the edge, slowed down, then sped up again to draw out his build up.
He was so responsive to her every move that, despite her lack of experience, she felt like some kind of sex goddess.
"This is so hot," she admitted as she rode him hard, planting her palms against his chest, "I'm getting close again."
"Me too," Damon told her, and reached up between them, "I want to feel you come on me again."
His fingers brushed her clit, and after a few strokes, the echo of an orgasm became the real deal, seizing through her entire body until the wave of pleasure ran its course.
She cried out and maybe, just maybe, screamed out Damon's name.
That last factor was his undoing as well, and she felt his erection kick inside of her as he exploded with a harsh curse.
Their combined pulsings dragged out the sensations, until it was too much, and Elena collapsed onto Damon's chest.
His arms wrapped around her and she exhaled, listening to the thrumming of his elevated heartbeat.
These flames tonight
Look into my eyes and say you want me too
Like I want you
Half an hour later, they had discarded the condom, rinsed off in the shower, and had ended up beneath the blankets of Damon's bed, cuddled against each other's bodies, still naked.
"I can't wait to do that again," Elena sighed happily, "I can't believe you didn't tell me it would be that good."
Damon's quiet laugh vibrated against her cheek, "Actually, I think I did. Several times, in fact. Not my fault you made a stipulation to our original agreement that you'd never sleep with me."
"Psh," she made a halfhearted argument, "Maybe I would have reconsidered sooner if you hadn't undersold the experience."
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," his response was a tad smug.
Elena didn't care; as far as she was concerned, he had earned the right to be proud.
"I really did...thank you."
Damon looked down at her, "I feel like I should be saying that. I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life."
Now she was the one feeling smug, and snuggled further into his chest to hide her smile as she teased him with his own words, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
Damon chuckled and kissed her head, "You kill me, baby."
"In a good way, I hope."
"Always," he yawned, and squeezed his arms a little more securely around her body, "You're staying the night, right?"
Elena nodded, starting to feel a little drowsy herself, "Yeah. Mom and Dad are both working and think I'm going to a friend's tonight. I don't have to be home until tomorrow afternoon."
"Perfect," Damon sank further into the mattress, "Then we aren't moving until then."
She smiled, "Not even if I want to do this again in the morning?"
"I knew you'd become addicted once you had a taste," Damon's mouth twitched against her head with an amusement that matched his tone, "But let's see how you feel when you wake up. I know it may not seem too bad yet, but you are going to be sore."
She knew he was right.
She could already feel the slight twinge settling in between her legs.
But she didn't care.
It was all worth it, and would be again.
"If I'm too sore, you can just go down on me instead," she offered and Damon nodded drowsily, "Whatever you want, baby."
Content with that, Elena sighed and closed her eyes, "Goodnight, Damon. I love you."
"Love you," he said, sounding as if he were already falling asleep, "So much love you."
Elena smiled again and pressed a kiss against his chest.
I got a hunger in me
There was so much they would never be able to control.
Gossip would still spread through small towns like wildfire, upper class parents would still expect their perfect children to follow in their perfect footsteps, and the pressures of society weren't likely to ease any time soon.
But Elena had realized that despite all of these things, she was going to be okay, because she knew the truth.
It didn't matter if she couldn't meet all the expectations placed on her by the world she was born into.
All that mattered were the little things that made the bad stuff worth enduring.
Like this perfect end to a perfect night with someone who truly loved her.
Sometimes, that was all you could ask for.
And with the right person, it was more than enough.
I got a hunger in me
The End!
Hope you guys enjoyed the final chapter and the story over all :)
Will be trying to post another new story soon, so be on the look out, if you're still following DE fanfiction after all this time lol.
Other notes:
Song used for this chapter was Hunger, which was what Delena danced to in the S6 finale
And Elena's homecoming dress was inspired by her 18th birthday dress at the beginning of S2