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The next morning, Elena was woken up to the feeling of a heavy weight on top of her and dozens of slow, wet kisses trailing from her neck to her chest. Her eyes fluttered open, and the sight of Damon nipping and sucking at the sliver of skin exposed by the button down had to be the best sight she'd ever seen.
Smiling sleepily, she ran her hands through his hair in encouragement and allowed him to flick open a couple more buttons so he could reveal her skin down to just above her belly button. Damon's hot, open-mouthed kisses dipped lower and lower until his face was nestled between her breasts. She hummed in approval and he moved his hands up to gently squeeze the soft mounds, embedding his face further between them.
She bit back a laugh but the shake of her chest already caught Damon's attention. He looked up at her, seeing her beautiful smile, and from his position between her breasts he winked at her. This time she let out an audible giggle as he pushed the last buttons through the holes. He peeled the shirt away from her lithe body and reared back on his knees to truly take her in. Unfortunately, his inspection of her half naked form didn't last long when she squealed his name and covered her eyes because the sheet had dropped from around his body, leaving his half-hard erection on full display.
He chuckled, "Still with the shyness?" She whined some sort of moaning sound, and Damon teased, "Come on, baby, it's not going to bite…not like I will, anyway…"
Feeling him crawl on top of her, she peeked through her fingers until she was sure she wouldn't see him, and then she pouted, "It's one thing to see it when we're actually going to do something, but just so casually? It's weird…"
Damon frowned at the genuine discomfort in her tone about being around a naked man. He just kept learning new things about her, things he had every intention of changing all in due time. "Then how about we make it…not weird?" He smirked, dropping his mouth to kiss her neck.
"What did you have in mind?" She grinned, her eyes drifting shut at his gentle ministrations.
"A little of this…" He sucked at her throat for a few moments, surely creating marks that disappeared instantly on her fast-healing skin. "Maybe some of this…" He nipped at the curves of her breasts, daring to sneak his tongue behind the cup of her bra. "Even a little of this…" He slowly and carefully spread her legs, settling his body between them while skimming his fingers up the inside of her thighs.
He could smell her arousal and he was dying to have just one taste if she'd let him. After all, she already had a taste of him. It was only fair.
Her breathing ragged, Elena breathed, "That definitely seems to be helping…"
He licked his way down her stomach, swirling his tongue around her belly button as her stomach quivered, and when she showed no signs of hesitation, he slid himself down between her legs. Elena couldn't focus on anything other than her love and desire for the man that wanted nothing more than to worship her. How could she with someone like that?
She could feel his hot breath blowing against her most intimate area even through the thin silk of her panties that were dripping wet with her own arousal. Damon didn't have the patience to wait until her panties were off to have a taste, nor did he want to freak her out by moving too fast. He pressed his nose against the wet fabric, rubbing against her clit and making her squirm while he inhaled deeply.
Her scent awakened some dark part of him that craved her in a way he'd never felt. His inner demon called out to him, taking control, needing to make her his. He closed his lips over her damp panties, sucking them into his mouth while rubbing her folds with his tongue.
Nothing on this earth could have prepared him for the decadence of her taste. It made him growl like the animal he was before tearing her panties down her legs so she could kick the offending article as far away as possible. Damon instantly had his face buried between her legs, licking, sucking, lapping, flicking, and nipping. He moaned into her wetness as she twisted his hair around her fingers, arching her back off of the bed and bucking her hips into his mouth.
He took her clit between his teeth and she cried out, pushing his mouth even closer. He teased her dripping wet entrance with his finger, smirking as she bucked her hips to try to get him inside. As he slowly inserted his finger and felt her tight muscles clench around it, he groaned aloud at how tight she was.
Elena panted as he built her up, and right when she reached the edge he tipped her over with a strategic flick of his tongue against her sensitive bud. She moaned his name and threw her head back into the pillow, her hips moving wildly as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
Damon was drunk on her taste, licking up every last drop she had to give him before cleaning his finger with his mouth so not to waste any. She made him feel so out of control, yet completely in control at the same time. She tested his patience at every turn, knowing full well that he was going to snap. He had a feeling that that was what she wanted all along. She wanted him to snap and give in to his wildest fantasies of ravaging her body until she couldn't take it anymore.
Utterly spent, Elena's hands rested limply on his shoulders as he moved up her body to kiss her lips. She returned the kiss with just as much need as he felt, and then he heard her moan, "More, Damon."
If that wasn't a green light to go right ahead and slide home, he didn't know what was. He flipped them over so she was on top, and he quickly removed her shirt and bra. Her breasts were just as perfect as the rest of her was, two perfect round handfuls with dark pink nipples that tasted like cherries and vanilla. With her in his lap, he dragged his mouth up her chest to capture her lips once again in a hungry kiss.
She wrapped her hand around his hardness and stroked him slowly, squeezing just enough to make him shake. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder as she worked him over, no shyness about it this time.
He grabbed her hand not a moment later and flashed her beneath him once again. His mouth devoured hers in a kiss of raw passion. He pinned her hands above her head, their fingers interlocked, as he consumed her in every way he could.
She felt feverish with need, so much so that she decided to completely disregard this whole 'waiting' thing she wanted to do. What was the point? She wanted to be with Damon, he wanted to be with her, and they both wanted that now more than anything.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his ass, urging him closer to where she needed him the most. His stiffness pressed against the inside of her thigh as he panted into their kiss, "Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Damon."
He answered with a growl, and untangled his hand from hers to line himself up at her dripping entrance. He pushed in slowly, feeling her tight heat squeeze his sizable length. It was almost too much; she felt like heaven in a woman, and as he watched her reaction to taking his cock, he just about lost it. Her eyes were wide and locked onto his. Her mouth was hanging open in a silent scream. Her back arched off the bed as small whimpers escaped her plump, pink lips.
He would never forget that image.
Elena groaned when he thrust in the rest of the way and stilled to allow her to adjust. She wasn't a virgin by any means, but he wasn't exactly small. Damon bent down to suck one of her nipples into his mouth, laving his tongue over the hardened peak while she threaded her fingers into his hair. When he felt her wiggle her hips, he reared back and thrust inside of her. He started a slow pace at first, letting her get used to it before speeding up.
Pretty soon she was moaning and gasping, "Harder, Damon!"
He placed his hands on the backs of her thighs and pressed them up towards her chest, opening her even further for him. His hips hammered into hers while she clawed him closer, her nails digging into his back as the sweat built between them. He was infinitely glad that he didn't have to go easy on her now that she was a vampire, and damn, did he not have a single ounce of mercy for her body.
Elena had never felt so desperate for an orgasm. He just kept bringing her body closer and closer, pounding into her unrelentingly until she was sure she'd be covered in bruises had she been human. He never pushed her over the edge though, always letting her fall back down by changing the angle and building her up all over again.
It was maddening. She felt tight with pent up sexual frustration, and every time he wouldn't let her come she would growl with that much more annoyance. Damon knew exactly what he was doing, and he was doing it because he wanted her to remember this for the rest of her life. He was going to make her come harder than she ever had before, making her first time having sex as a vampire just that much more memorable. By the time he was finished with her, she wasn't going to ever want anyone else.
And when she did finally fall apart, she didn't just fall.
She shattered.
Pleasure unlike anything she'd ever experienced lit her body on fire. Every sensation was amplified as she cried out and the pure ecstasy rolled through her. There was no world outside of Damon anymore. She dragged her nails down his back and the scent of blood filled the air, causing her fangs to drop down.
Damon grunted at the sight and spilled inside of her as her tight walls squeezed him into his release. He gasped for breath as their foreheads touched, her soft moans from the few lingering tremors mingling with his.
Their morning together was well spent, to say the least, and it continued into the shower before Elena had to leave for school. They stumbled down the stairs together, barely breaking their mouths away from each other for more than a few seconds as Damon led her to the door. She drove herself there last night, so she was driving herself to school.
"Mm, Damon, I have to go!" She giggled as his mouth muffled half of her words.
"Ugh, who needs high school anyways?" He countered, holding her to him by her scarf.
"Eighteen year old girls, Damon. That's who. I may be a vampire now, but I'd still like to graduate." When she pulled away, he pouted adorably and she rolled her eyes. "I'll see you later?"
Damon grimaced slightly, "Mm, probably not. Since Stefan screwed the pooch with your brother and we can't find another Hunter to kill Silas, I figured that we might as well see this thing through. He's already unable to be around any vampires, which are half the people he knows."
"So what are you going to do?" She asked curiously, concern spiking over her brother.
"I was thinking of taking him out to your family's lake house. Out there we'll be alone and I can teach him how to fight and kill vampires." He said.
She narrowed her eyes, "What vampires will he kill to complete the mark?"
Damon hesitated, "Well…that's the problem. I'm going to have to turn people."
"No." She said instantly. "You can't just go killing innocent people for the sake of my brother's humanity!"
"He needs to kill vampires, Elena, how else is he going to complete the mark?"
She was shaking her head as she tried to come up with something else. If killing vampires made Jeremy lose himself even more, she would refuse to let that happen. While she agreed that they needed to kill Silas to get him back to normal, she wasn't sure how she was going to handle the process of getting him there. She couldn't even be around him without him driving the nearest piece of wood into her body. How could she let him go around killing innocent people that were just in the wrong place at the wrong time only to make his vampire bloodlust worse?
And then it hit her.
"The white oak stake. What if he killed another Original? All of the vampires in their blood line would die too! He could complete the mark and only physically have to kill one vampire that's far from innocent and already turned."
Damon blanched at the idea. It was a damn good one, but the only problem was actually getting Jeremy to be able to kill an Original. They were still alive after all this time for a reason. He had the stake safely stowed away where nobody would ever find it, so at least they didn't have to worry about that.
"I'd still need to take Jeremy to the lake house to train him. No way is he just going to spontaneously be able to kill an Original." Damon pointed out.
She nodded, "Fine. It's probably a good idea for him to know how to defend himself anyways."
"Yeah, there's just the small issue of convincing him not to kill me while we're out there. Any ideas on that one, beautiful?"
Elena sighed, "I can talk to Bonnie. See what she has to say. In the mean time, please be careful around him. If you take him to the lake house today bring Matt. He can keep an eye on Jeremy."
"Ugh, you want me to bring Donovan? What's he going to do, teach him how to throw a football and wash dishes?"
Elena chided him, "Be nice." She reached up on her tip toes to kiss him then said, "I'm going to school. Call me later?"
"Will do." He smiled happily.
She opened the door only to come face to face with Stefan. Her smile instantly fell as awkwardness settled in the air. She cleared her throat, "Hi, Stefan."
He smiled tightly, "Hey."
She sent one last look over her shoulder at Damon, who looked just as uncomfortable as she did, then stepped around Stefan and left.
Damon retreated into the house to grab a drink once Elena was gone. He was fully expecting the Spanish Inquisition from his brother, and he was going to need a drink for it.
"Alright, let's get this over with." He said, settling into his favorite chair and sipping his bourbon.
"You smell like her." Stefan stated.
And there it was. Damon narrowed his eyes, "If you have something to say then say it."
He shook his head, "I don't have anything to say."
Bullshit and they both knew it, but Stefan kept his mouth shut and Damon was all too willing to go along with it. After all, he just slept with his brother's ex-girlfriend. Brotherly bonding wasn't at the top of his to do list.
"Right." Damon deadpanned. "Well since you're the one that got us into the royally fucked situation with Jeremy, you're going to help me get him out of it."
Once Elena went back to school, she was reminded of how much she didn't miss it. Annoying teachers that bitched her out for being late and missing class so much. Mountains of homework and makeup work that won't do anything but add stress to her already hectic life. The hushed whispers from her classmates that they thought she couldn't hear.
Yeah, it was a real party today.
But luckily she had Caroline and Bonnie to help her through it, and all of their problems were forgotten the second they realized Elena was under the metaphorical microscope. They all wondered why she was always missing school. There were rumors about her being sick, or being a felon, and she even heard someone talking about how she 'put Stefan in the hospital because he broke up with her.'
Absolutely ridiculous, but she ignored everything. She was in a good mood from this morning's events, and nothing was going to ruin that. Giving herself to Damon was even better than she imagined in her wildest dreams, which was hard to trump. She had never been more sure of her emotions.
She was in love with him, and nothing was going to change that.
Now, she just had to figure out how to tell him, or even when to tell him.
During lunch, the three girls snuck away behind an old shed that was used to store sports equipment so Caroline and Elena could drink their blood bags openly. Bonnie settled for a sandwich, though.
"You know what we haven't done in forever?" Caroline asked. "A girl's night. We've all been so preoccupied by problems lately…we should do one again soon."
"Even though you're both kind of mad at me?" Elena asked shyly.
They both looked at her incredulously and Bonnie said, "I'm not mad at you, I'm just trying to get used to you being a vampire. You'll be my best friend no matter what, Elena."
Caroline added, "Yeah. We both love you, but sometimes your decisions seriously suck. Need I remind you of all the times you trusted Elijah and he stabbed you in the back?"
She rolled her eyes and laughed a little, "Fair enough. But I just want to make one thing clear. Damon and I aren't going anywhere anytime soon. I know neither of you like him, but I do, and he's really been there for me through my transition when no one else has. I know it doesn't seem like what he's doing is helping, but it's my life, and I trust him to be responsible."
Caroline stayed silent on the topic, and Elena was almost relieved that she wasn't going to have to argue about Damon with her. Bonnie said, "I may never approve of some of the things that you do, but I know I have to accept that they're going to happen. You're a vampire, and while I trust you not to hurt anyone on purpose, I won't be naïve enough to think that you're going to become a saint and never hurt a soul. While Damon wouldn't be my first choice, if he's your choice, then I support you."
Elena smiled and pulled the two of them into a hug, "Then on that note, I call a girl's night at the boarding house tonight. Tomorrow is Saturday, so we can raid the wine cellar and drink until our hearts give out without worrying about missing more school."
"The Salvatore's aren't going to crash it, are they?" Caroline said lightly.
Elena chuckled, "No, they're taking Jeremy to the lake house to work with him on completing the Hunter's Mark. We will have the house to ourselves."
"In that case, I'm in." Caroline grinned deviously. "Bon?"
"Getting drunk off of the most expensive wine we can find? Hell yes I'm in!"
Elena beamed, "Meet me there around seven?"
"I'll bring the junk food!" Caroline chirped.
"And I can handle the beauty supplies. Mani-pedi's and face masks?" Bonnie offered.
"Perfect." Elena agreed. The bell rang in the distance for a five minute warning and the girls gathered their things and prepared for their next class. It was history, which was the class Elena was least prepared to go to.
Since Alaric was no longer there, all of his students were broken up into other history classes, so at least she didn't have to go in his classroom.
After school, Bonnie explained that she might be a little late because she was going to talk to Professor Shane about something that could be done for Jeremy. Elena returned to the boarding house and decided that she might as well start the piles of homework she had while she waited.
When it neared six thirty, Elena called it quits and headed downstairs to the wine cellar. She didn't know a thing about wine, except for where Damon kept the expensive stuff. He was the alcohol connoisseur of the two brothers where Stefan just drank whatever was around.
She grabbed three bottles, figuring one for each of them, then went back to the parlor and found her iPod in the bottom of her purse. She plugged it in to the stereo dock for later, and Caroline waltzed inside without even knocking fifteen minutes early. Her arms were filled with bags of candy, chips, popcorn, and blood bags. They had to leave some food for Damon, after all, since he's the one that gets all of the blood.
Caroline turned on the flat screen TV and switched it to The Bachelorette, one of their guilty pleasures. What could be better than watching a bunch of sexy guys try to win over a girl?
Just as they tore open the bag of chocolate, Bonnie came strolling in with all of her supplies.
"What did I miss?" She asked, setting all of her stuff down on the coffee table.
"We were just getting started." Caroline told her, reaching for the box of nail polish. "Now, who do I have to strap down first?"
It was a well known fact that when Caroline did manicures, she kind of went overboard. She ended up putting so many little details on the design that it took hours to finish, not including the time it takes to dry.
Bonnie took one for the team, "Fine, I'll let you do mine. But so help me if you start painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel on my toes…"
"I promise I'll be good!" Caroline giggled.
While she painted Bonnie's fingernails, Elena started on her toes while they all hung around and stuffed their faces with the unhealthy snacks and listened to the TV show.
Bonnie complained, "Have I ever mentioned how unfair it is that neither of you will gain a pound from all of this candy? I'm going to have to run a marathon!"
"Vampirism does have its perks." Caroline smirked, popping a cheddar flavored chip into her mouth.
"Amen to that!" Elena toasted her with a chocolate truffle. The three of them laughed and when Elena finished her toes, she hobbled into the kitchen to grab three wine glasses to start on the bottles. She held up the three bottles to the girls and said, "So as far as wine goes, we have old, really old, and Damon old. Which one shall it be?"
They both giggled at her joke and agreed on the Damon old bottle. They settled back into the couch, sipping their glasses while gossiping about all of the latest drama at school and even indulging in celebrity scoops. They avoided talking about all the problems revolving around their lives, namely the Salvatores, and stuck to more neutral topics.
Elena prodded, "So Caroline, what the hell is going on with you and Tyler? First I hear that he's cheating on you and then your date to the pageant was Klaus?"
She groaned, "Why do you have to say it like that? I only went with Klaus because I had to if we wanted to trick him into thinking Tyler and I weren't together. He didn't cheat on me, but this girl, Hayley, is one of his wolf friends. Klaus got the idea that he had cheated on me with her, when really, Tyler and Hayley are helping Klaus's hybrids break the sire bond. But he can't know that, or else he would go nuts, so if he thinks that Hayley is here for Tyler, then he'll never find out what they're doing."
"Wait, so his hybrids aren't sired to him anymore?" Bonnie asked.
Caroline grinned, "Nope. Well, a few still are, but the rest are all just pretending. We're waiting for the right time for them to leave and finally escape him."
"So then you and Tyler are still okay?" Elena questioned.
She nodded, "We're fine. I mean, the whole situation of pretending we're not together hasn't been easy, especially when his date to the pageant was Hayley and my date was Klaus…but we're making it work."
"So this Hayley bitch really doesn't feel anything for him?" Elena asked knowingly.
The blonde sighed, "Not exactly…but I trust Tyler. I do. He's told me over and over that he just thinks of her as a friend, and I believe him. I can tell she likes him as more, but we're in love. She just has a crush. We're going to be fine."
"Well let me know if you need me to burst some werewolf brains." Bonnie quipped. Both Elena and Caroline looked at her in shock at the hint that she would practice magic again. Bonnie smirked, "Yeah, I've been practicing again. Shane is helping with it."
"Oh, so it's just Shane now?" Elena teased.
Bonnie looked away shyly then admitted, "Everybody calls him Shane. It's no big deal."
Caroline looked at her incredulously, "You're so banging the cute professor!"
"Am not!" Bonnie defended. "His level of attractiveness has nothing to do with what he's been teaching me."
"I bet he's been teaching you a lot." Caroline smirked, wiggling her eyebrows playfully.
Her and Elena giggled while Bonnie blushed, "I'm not sleeping with him!"
"Never said you were." Elena shrugged innocently.
"Okay, we're done talking about him!" Bonnie declared, downing the rest of her wine.
Caroline muttered to Elena, "Get the rest of that wine in her and she'll be an open book."
They laughed at Bonnie's glare and then changed the subject to the next random topic. They lounged around like that for a while, until they were four episodes deep and getting pretty drunk off their asses. Elena and Caroline had to go downstairs to get more wine after they finished their bottles since their tolerance was so much higher than Bonnie's.
Elena switched on the stereo and turned up the volume until the pop music could be heard through every room of the mansion. The three girls danced through the entire house, laughing hysterically while hugging each other and singing along to every song that blared through the speakers.
If felt good to let go of all of their problems for just one night and pretend they were still sophomores without a care in the world. Now they were seniors with the weight of the world resting on their shoulders.
When they got bored with dancing, they settled back into the parlor to watch a cheesy rom-com. The wine was flowing, as well as their thoughts.
Caroline began, "So…no judgment, but what is the deal with you and Damon? You just left Stefan for him? I mean, come on, Stefan was perfect for you!" Elena raised a brow at her and she quickly amended, "Sorry, no judgment."
Elena sighed, "It's…complicated. Stefan and I are over. What we had was great, but…I just don't feel the same way about him anymore. I don't love him like that anymore."
"And Damon…" Caroline prompted, and Elena couldn't help but smile at the thought of him.
"Never once has he pressured me into this whole vampire thing or judged me for it. That's what tells me that I made the right choice in going to him that night we thought everyone was going to die. I gave up my life for him, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat if I had to."
"You're in love with him." Bonnie stated.
She nodded, "I am."
"What changed?" Caroline asked.
Elena shrugged, "I did. I grew up. I fell out of love with Stefan at some point and I just knew that he wouldn't be enough for me anymore. We hurt each other so much in the past, there was no going back. I outgrew him just like I outgrew being the sad girl who lost her parents. I will always love him as a friend, but I can't see myself being with him ever again."
As Caroline seemed to accept her explanation, Bonnie smiled reluctantly, "Look, you know that I don't like Damon and I probably never will. But when he's around you, he's different. Everyone can see it. I know you're good for him, and honestly? I think he's good for you too, as much as I don't want to admit it."
"How could he be good for her!?" Caroline scoffed. "He's completely reckless, destroys everything he touches, has no regard for other people's emotions—" She cut herself off at the glare that both Elena and Bonnie sent her. "Sorry. No judgment."
Bonnie rolled her eyes and continued, "He's good for her because he loves her. When it comes down to it, he always does whatever it takes to protect Elena. And Caroline, did you even see her face when we brought up Damon? It was like the star on top of a Christmas tree. Obviously he makes her happy."
Elena beamed at her best friend and mouthed a thank you to her. She smiled in return.
It felt like they were all finally working out their issues with each other, and Elena was grateful. She still needed them in her life, and she always would. They had gone through hell and back together, dealing with boys, vampires, dying, hybrids, werewolves, sacrifices, killing, and just about anything else you could imagine. If they were still friends after all of that, then they always would be friends.