Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).
I apologize for the long delay between chapters. This is my third attempt at writing it. So deciding I required a little motivation and inspiration, I opted to do some reading to help me along a little. Took a few stories before I found the right inspiration and here we are. It's a lot longer than I'd planned.
I hope you all enjoy.
Dear Diary,
It's been two months since I last had a dream about Damon. I thought they'd gone because Damon and I are getting closer. Maybe it's when I feel like there's been an emotional development between us. I dunno, because since my last entry there's other stuff that could have triggered a dream but nothing happened until last night.
I guess I better quickly go through what's happened since my last entry.
Stefan killed Andie, which was why Damon was pissed off on my birthday and he told me Stefan had gone full blown ripper (which I didn't know what that meant then, I do now). I managed get Ric to help me look for him, he told me Klaus and Stefan were tracking werewolves. We went out to the Smoky Mountains based on a tip from Tyler, but Ric told Damon who followed us. The wolves began to turn and I pulled us out to prevent Damon getting hurt. Good thing too, as it turned out Stefan saved him, so Damon agreed to get Stefan back.
What a waste of time that turned out to be!
Damon got a tip from someone (I'm guessing Katherine) to let him know Stefan was in Chicago. We found him and Stefan ended it with me. He told me he wanted to be left alone and almost repeated what Damon told me on my birthday.
Damon and I returned to Mystic Falls and he tried to help me feel better about Stefan with disastrous consequences. It turned out everyone thought something was going on between me and Damon. I know he's waiting for me to be ready, and I let him, because I know one day I probably will be ready for him. I just need a little time. But people thought we were already together and tried to involve themselves. The biggest culprit was Ric, who ended up with a snapped neck. Damon did check the ring first. I guess he knew he'd do less long term damage if he snapped Ric's instead of punching him. Ric and Damon are no longer friends (that'll not last long) and eventually Damon bailed and left Mystic Falls.
This brings me onto yesterday's events.
Senior year starts tomorrow at school and traditionally the seniors have a prank night where we set traps for the teachers. Yesterday we were at school setting up the pranks and Stefan and Klaus turned up with Klaus's sister, Rebecca. They thought I was dead and Klaus hadn't been able to make hybrids which went against what he knew when he performed the ritual when he killed Jenna. Klaus eventually found out it was my blood which was needed to turn werewolves into hybrids.
During his mission to find out what was needed, he compelled Stefan to first of all chase me and kill me, which Stefan fought. Klaus then compelled him to switch off his humanity. It was awful, one minute he was Stefan, then next he was a monster. I've never been so frightened. It was literally like someone flicking a light switch, every emotion disappeared. Then he bit me, until Klaus stopped him, which I guess was a test of loyalty.
Then Klaus decided to drain me of my blood, so he took me to the hospital to keep me on an IV to drain me slowly and to make sure I didn't run out of blood. Damon finally arrived and rescued me and took me back to the boarding house. We were having a nice moment where he was trying to make me feel better when Stefan turned up and ruined everything by announcing Klaus had appointed him to be my new bodyguard.
That brings us up to date with what's been happening on the Stefan/Damon front, now onto my dream.
I guess I was so relieved and overwhelmed to see Damon, it may have triggered an emotional need for him. I guess my dream could be induced by that need. There's no point in denying I have feelings for him, everyone except Damon knows that. And I think he suspects it, he just wouldn't act on it after what happened last time. If anything did happen between us, I'd have to initiate it. My dream reflected my need for Damon, it just manifests itself in a sexual form. I'm going to watch out for this in future. Are these dreams related to an emotional dependency on Damon? Or is it a physical dependency?
I don't like feeling powerless, hell I'm taking defense classes with Ric to protect myself, and Damon encourages that. I hate being the damsel in distress, but last night I was and Damon was my knight in shining armor. And every fairy-tale needs a fairy-tale ending, last night I had mine in my dream about Damon.
E
The previous night's dream...
Damon was stood at the wet bar in the library of the Salvatore boarding house. He looked up at Elena as he poured some amber liquid into a glass, before putting the stopper back into the crystal decanter. He walked back around and sat down opposite to Elena and handed the glass to her.
"Hey, have some bourbon. It'll help you forget." Damon instructed, as Elena slowly took the glass from his hand and sipped it. The liquid tasted disgusting, burning her throat, causing her to automatically flinch. "Yeah, it's strong." Damon frowned, hesitating for a moment as Elena nervously tucked her hair behind her ear. "You know I can help you forget, too. At least the memories you don't want to keep." he offered.
"No." Elena shook her head. "No compulsion. I need to remember. All of it." she insisted.
Damon held out his hand, her necklace dangling from his fingers. "I stole it back for you." Damon said, his voice sounding hopeful that it would cheer her up. But instead, it had the opposite effect as the realization of the situation dawned upon her.
"He's really gone this time." Elena told him, tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to run down her cheeks. "I watched it happen. After everything that we went through to get...to help him. Now he's just...gone." Damon sighed sadly as he placed the necklace on the table beside them. "Where were you, Damon?" she asked as a single tear ran down her cheek. She wasn't sure if it was the thought of Stefan losing her humanity or Damon not being there for her, which hurt the most.
Damon put his hand on Elena's leg, she glanced down at the tender gesture, which gave her a sense of hope. When she looked back up at him, she saw he was looking at her apologetically. "I shouldn't have left." he said, his voice full of remorse. "I promise you...I will never leave you again." he told her with a newfound conviction, putting Elena's mind at rest as they looked at each other.
Elena smiled weakly. She was exhausted from the blood loss and scared Klaus or Stefan might come looking for her. For once Elena was going to swallow her pride and ask Damon for a favor she never imagined herself asking.
"Can I stay here with you tonight?" Elena asked nervously.
"Sure." Damon nodded. "You're welcome to stay whenever you want. Pick a room." he smiled.
Elena took a deep breath, she was expecting Damon to misunderstand her intentions. "I mean share with you, in your room." she decided to clarify her reasons. "I'm scared Damon. I don't want to be alone tonight. Nothing more."
Damon gave her an uncomfortable look before nodding his head. "Sure you can." he smiled. "If Stefan turns up to snatch you, I'll snap his neck."
"Thank you Damon." Elena smiled back.
"Bath or shower?" Damon asked.
"I'll be fine with a shower, and I don't have to use yours." Elena told him.
"Nonsense!" Damon replied. "I insist." he said, managing to put on a smile for her.
Half an hour later, Elena climbed into Damon's huge bed, wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxer briefs over her panties. His scent filling her senses, creating a feeling of warmth and security which enveloped her through smell alone. As Elena lay down, Damon emerged from the doorway, his hair slightly damp, suggesting he'd just showered elsewhere, wearing black slacks and a gray t-shirt. He cast her a small smile as he threw a white towel into the laundry bin.
"Did you find everything?" he asked, as he turned to the bed and turned the lights out, leaving just the dim lighting of the lamp next to his side of the bed.
"Yes, thank you." Elena replied as Damon climbed into bed next to her and turned the light out.
"Goodnight Elena." he whispered as he turned his back to her.
"Goodnight Damon." Elena replied turning to face the opposite side.
Elena lay silently for a few minutes. She could hear Damon breathing, but she wasn't sure whether he breathed in his sleep or not. Stefan didn't, but she didn't know if that was just him or if it applied to all vampires. She tried closing her eyes, but all she saw was Stefan's face, his eyes red, his mouth bearing down on her neck, before she knew it, tears were falling down her cheek. Suddenly the bed moved behind her and Damon was rubbing her shoulders, her back against his solid chest.
"Hey, it's okay." Damon whispered. "He can't hurt you now."
"Every time I close my eyes... I see him attacking me, trying to kill me." Elena hiccuped. "He'd have ripped my head off if Klaus hadn't have stopped him wouldn't he?" she asked, however Damon's silence told her all she needed to know.
Damon turned and reached behind him before holding something out in front of Elena.
"I don't want my sheets all snotty." he explained jokingly as she took the tissue from his hand and turned to face him.
"Thank you." she smiled. "You keep a box of Kleenex in your bedroom?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood. "Why would a vampire need Kleenex?"
"A multitude of reasons." Damon replied, clearly not intent on elaborating on his statement as Elena realized that the bed they were both occupying had probably had a lot of human's sleep in it, or maybe not sleep as the case would most likely be. A sudden wave of jealousy hit Elena in the stomach as what purposes Kleenex could be used for.
Elena put her thoughts to one side as she wiped her eyes and nose before throwing her arms around Damon and giving him a hug. "You're the best." she told him as she pulled away.
"So I've been told." Damon replied, Elena didn't need the light on to hear the smirk in his voice creating a sexual innuendo.
"Damon!" she laughed, gently slapping him on the arm.
"Ow...I'm being abused." he cried out jokingly before changing the subject. "Is this a girls sleepover?" he asked, his voice sounding too innocent for Elena's liking.
"Why do you ask?" Elena replied.
"Well, if it's a sleepover, then I can provide the alcohol and nibbles." he offered. "Then we can have a naked pillow fight."
"Damon!" Elena slapped him once again, even though she knew he was joking, which made her smile.
"See, you've stopped crying." Damon offered. "Mission accomplished." his voice was full of triumph.
"Thank you." Elena smiled as she leaned over and kissed Damon on the cheek. "You really are the best, even if I'm the only person who gets to see this side of you."
"You're welcome." Damon said quietly, a hint of shyness in his voice.
"Distract me." Elena told him. "What were you like when you were human?" she asked.
Damon thought for a moment before answering. "I was a nicer, less bloodthirsty version of of the person you know now." he told her.
"You are nice." Elena insisted.
"Really?" he asked in a mocking tone. "Why don't you ask your friends if they think I'm nice?"
"They don't get to see this side of you that I do." she told him. "If you did, they'd love you as mu..." Elena stopped, realizing she'd almost admitted to him how she felt.
"I get it." Damon sighed, as if she'd not just nearly said she loved him. "If I showed them all how nice I can be, they'd all think I was Mr Wonderful and I'd need to get a hero haircut all of my own." Elena could hear the sarcasm in his voice.
"You don't need a hero haircut to save someone." Elena rested her head against Damon's chest.
"I'm no hero Elena." he replied coolly.
"You were my knight in shining armor today." Elena said, looking up at Damon, the moonlight shining through the bedroom windows capturing his pale face, exaggerating his dark hair and eyelashes with his high cheekbones. He looked stunning as he raised an eyebrow at her comment. "Okay, my dark knight then." she smiled.
"I'm only wearing a Batman costume if you're my Catwoman." Damon joked.
"Deal!" Elena laughed as she pressed her head against Damon's chest.
Damon continued to lay deadly still, making no move to put his arm around her. Elena sensed his nervousness about responding appropriately. If he wrapped his arms around her it could easily be mistaken for him making unwanted advances in response to an innocent gesture on her behalf, or were her intentions innocent? Elena took stock of her situation.
Elena was lying in bed with someone who on the surface was a ruthless monster. With her he was soft, gentle, and fiercely protective. Elena also knew the other side to Damon, who she suspected was more akin to the human version as opposed to the vampire. He always knew how to say the right thing to soothe her, he never lied to her unless her life depended on it (or as had once been the case when Bonnie's life was at stake). Elena always felt safe with Damon, nobody else could protect her like he could. He was her rock, her best friend. But did she want to add lover to that list? Her feelings for him ran too deep for him to simply be a lover. Elena also knew once she gave into her feelings for him, there would be no turning back, and unlike Stefan, Damon wouldn't be a high school romance, in all likelihood it would be a lifelong commitment. All Elena needed was the courage to make the first move as she knew Damon wouldn't.
Elena put her hand on Damon's chest, she could feel his slow heartbeat. He flinched a little as if her touch burned him through the gray cotton of the t-shirt he was wearing, but Elena knew he was just scared to get too close.
"You're the most beautiful man I've ever met." Elena said quietly looking up at him through her eyelashes.
"I do have mirrors." Damon joked.
"I didn't mean that." Elena said softly as she slid up the bed to face him. "I meant here." she said placing her hand over his heart before moving it to cup his face. "But this isn't too bad either." Elena whispered as she leaned in to kiss him chastely on the lips, almost like the time he was dying from the werewolf bite, except this time she wanted more.
Damon looked at her confused. "What was that for?" he asked.
"Because I wanted to." Elena smiled, leaning over to Damon once more and kissing him again, however this time she lingered a little longer, the kiss had more conviction, however Damon still didn't return the kiss as she pulled away, leaving Elena feeling a little rejected.
"And that one?" Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because the first one wasn't enough." Elena admitted as Damon nodded.
"Was the second one enough?" Damon asked as Elena shook her head.
"No, not really." she replied quietly.
"Are you going to try a third time?" Damon offered.
"Only if you want me to." she told him.
"Why don't you give it a try and find out?" Damon suggested.
Elena cupped Damon's face with her hand and moved over to press her lips against his, however instead of keeping still, Elena felt Damon's arm around her waist pulling her in, confirming he wanted the kiss as much as she did. They began their journey of exploration, the kisses starting out with just lips, however they were both hungry for more. To make it clear to Damon how much more she wanted him, Elena wrapped her hands behind his neck and pulled him in tighter before opening her mouth to allow their tongues to meet. They devoured each other hungrily, as if they'd been starved of nourishment for their entire lives, and only now were they able to taste what would satisfy their needs. Their tongues initially explored each others mouths, dancing and fighting. The art of kissing re-enacting their real life relationship. Yet to Elena, if she'd ever been asked to describe how she expected a kiss to be like, what she was experiencing with Damon would be a perfect representation. The fire and passion was intense enough to send shivers down her spine.
Damon moved, he leaned over and pulled her waist in even tighter, allowing Elena to feel him harden beneath the confines of his slacks, sending heat pooling to the pit of her stomach. Elena wrapped her leg around Damon's hip so that she could feel his erection pressing against her core. That was the moment Elena knew there was no going back, even if she wanted to, which she didn't. Her body had never reacted to anyone like it was reacting to Damon. Her mind went blank, her body was calling the shots and it's singular goal was to make love to the only person she suspected would ever be capable of satisfying her needs for now, and possibly forever.
Elena moved her hips against Damon's for friction, sending further jolts of desire throughout her body, she moaned with pleasure as they continued to kiss fervently, causing Damon to pull away.
"What's wrong?" Elena asked.
"We shouldn't be doing this." Damon whispered.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because you're vulnerable." Damon tried to explain. "You've not been split up from your ex for long, you've just lost a lot of blood and your ex tried to kill you. You only stayed here because you were scared, and I'm taking advantage." he sighed.
"No you're not Damon." Elena scolded him. "How long ago do you think it was when I first imagined kissing you?" she asked as Damon shook his head. "The first time was at the pageant." she told him as Damon raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"That's as far as it goes." Damon sighed.
"I am eighteen Damon." Elena insisted. "Those thoughts about kissing you often led onto... other imaginations." she added shyly.
"Oh." Damon said, clearly surprised by her words. "You do realize if we carry on, it will change everything." he told her.
"I want things to change." Elena said quietly.
"People won't like us together." Damon warned her.
Elena pulled Damon closer, until his forehead was rested against hers. "Do you want us to be together?" Elena asked.
"Yes." Damon admitted.
"And so do I." Elena whispered. "I don't care what everyone else thinks. The only opinion I want on this subject is yours. If my friends truly care about me, they'll have to live with it, come around to us or leave." she smiled as she caressed his cheek. "I want this!" she added, pressing her hips against his, just to ensure he understood her in every capacity.
"And Stefan?" Damon asked.
"He and I are over." Elena told him. "He made that pretty clear."
"And if he suddenly gets his humanity back and goes back to being the person you were in love with less than four months ago." Damon whispered. "What happens then?" he asked, his voice full of trepidation.
"It changes nothing." Elena told him. "My feeling for you started a long time ago, while I was still with Stefan." she explained. "If I was so in love with Stefan, why was I falling for you? That shouldn't happen if my feelings for Stefan were what I thought they were."
"I guess you can't always help who you fall in love with." Damon said sadly as he ran his hind down Elena's arm. "I just need to know, come tomorrow morning, you're not going to regret this and start giving me the cold shoulder." he said.
"Come tomorrow morning, I'll probably be wanting a repeat of whatever happens tonight." Elena smiled.
"I'm guessing you have high expectations?" Damon smirked.
"You do have a reputation to uphold." Elena grinned at him as her hand made its way down the front of Damon's chest until she found the hem of his t-shirt and slipped her hand underneath, allowing her to touch his soft naked flesh. Damon sat up and removed his t-shirt, revealing his chest, the moonlight shadows emphasizing the shape of his muscles. "Turn the light on." Elena whispered. "I want to be able to see you." she said.
Instead of reaching over to the turn the lamps on, Damon got out of bed, lit the fire and some candles before returning back next to her in bed. "Is that better?" he asked.
"Nobody could ever accuse you of not having a sense of romance." Elena smiled.
"Who says I've ever tried to be romantic before?" Damon asked. "I only ever loved one other woman before you, and she wasn't exactly the type who would treat candles and a fire as romantic." he raised an eyebrow. "Back then they were a necessity."
"True." Elena replied, Katherine didn't strike her as the romantic type. She suspected her doppelganger was probably preferred being a dominatrix instead, however this did give Elena cause for concern. Damon was a known womanizer and had a lot of experience, Elena on the other hand had only slept with Matt and Stefan, what if she wasn't any good?
"What's going around in that beautiful head of yours?" Damon asked as he tucked a stray hair behind her ear.
"I'm a little nervous." Elena admitted.
"Why?" Damon frowned.
"I'm scared that I won't be good enough. That I'm too boring." she admitted, which prompted Damon to laugh. "What's so funny?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Compared to what?" Damon asked. "Emotionless orgasms with strangers or making love to the person you care about most of all in the world? I know which I'd choose." he told her. "You could never be boring to me." his voice was practically a whisper as he lowered his head and softly kissed her on the lips. "And, if you do want to make things a little more interesting, I'm a very good teacher." Damon smirked as his hand made it's way up the back of the t-shirt Elena was wearing. "Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Of course." Elena frowned.
"The biggest turn on for me is hearing you scream my name and feeling your body shaking with pleasure." he told her. "A woman who doesn't enjoy herself is the biggest turn off for a man. Which is why I'm going to make sure I rock your world." he smirked.
"Is that a promise?" Elena asked breathlessly, shook with the intensity of Damon's statement.
"Oh yes." he replied as he lowered his mouth, allowing his lips to brush against hers before trying to pull away. However Elena was too quick, she caught his bottom lip with her teeth, earning her a growl from Damon who began to kiss her with more force and passion than she'd ever known, even their earlier kiss was practically chaste in comparison. "This has got to go." Damon mumbled between kisses as he tugged at her t-shirt, however instead of pulling it over her head, he ripped it straight down the front, exposing her naked breasts. "God you're beautiful." he whispered as his lips made their way down Elena's neck and his hands palmed her breasts, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Elena's lips.
To reaffirm his point, Damon sucked and nipped his way down Elena's neck, scraping his blunt teeth along her jugular until he met her collar bone. He ghosted his hands down the side of Elena's body, giving her goose flesh along the way until he reached the hem of the boxer briefs she was wearing, which he quickly removed, including the panties underneath, kissing her hipbones in the process, causing Elena's breath to hitch. Once removed, he made his way back up to Elena's face and hovered above her, his expression serious.
"As you're not very experienced, I think it's best we start with what you like and know, then build on it." Damon suggested.
"Okay." Elena replied, biting her bottom lip nervously.
"That's mine." Damon snarled possessively, although his eyes suggested he was only teasing as he sucked on her bottom lip, while his hand slipped down the flat planes of her stomach until he reached he reached the apex of her thighs, which were locked together nervously. He slid his hand between her legs, and gently began to stroke her sex as she felt herself becoming immediately wet at his touch, opening her legs slightly to give him better access. "Do you like it when I touch you there?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.
"Yes." Elena whimpered, her arms reaching behind his back, feeling the ripple of his muscles in his shoulders as he balanced himself above her.
Damon leaned his head down and kissed her on the lips and rested his forehead against hers. "I think it's best if we explore what you have done than try and figure out what you haven't done." he told her. "I don't think your imagination can stretch to those possibilities...yet." he smirked. Elena's widened with fear. "Shhh..." he whispered. "I'm not going to do anything that you don't want, especially not tonight. You've lost blood, so tonight its all about me getting to know your body and how my touch affects you." he assured her. "Discover something new to you, somewhere you've never been kissed or touched before that you like."
"But what about you?" Elena asked, realizing her voice sounded worried. "What about your needs?"
"Don't worry about me, making you come will have the same effect on me. Plus I like a challenge. Think of it as if I'm trying to be the first person to conquer Everest." Elena frowned at the reference, so he expanded. "If I'm the first person there, I can claim it as my own." he smiled. "So that every time you get dressed, whenever your hand touches that part of your body, you'll think of me and it will remind you of how hard I made you come. That little piece of your body will always be mine." his voice growled possessively as he said the last part, causing Elena's heart to race with the sensuality of his words. "It's like an aphrodisiac to me. Then afterwards, I'll gently make love to you... Unless you want me to fuck you a little bit harder." he smirked.
Elena sucked her breath in with shock. Neither Matt nor Stefan had been inclined to talk dirty to her. Unwittingly, Damon was already treading on virgin soil. Maybe others wouldn't expect her to appreciate what a turn on it could be, as Damon's words, especially his last sentence affected her like nothing had before. But as always, Damon liked to challenge her. Maybe he suspected Matt wouldn't have had the confidence to say something like that and Stefan didn't think she'd like it. However, Elena realized that Damon seemed to understand her better Stefan, how to push her buttons to get a rise out of her. Was this how he felt he could arouse her? Had their constant bickering been an accidental form of foreplay? More importantly, was she up to him being a little bit rougher than what she was used to? Elena trusted Damon not only with her life, but not to hurt her. She was also aware he would be able to judge her stamina more than a human man. He'd only take it as far as he felt she was capable of under her slightly weakened state, although admittedly her strength was returning, which could be put down to her current state of arousal from Damon's continuous ministrations with his fingers. The way he was touching her sex to keep her constantly turned on, but not enough to give her an orgasm.
"I want you to fuck me as hard as you think I can take." she whispered, surprising herself by the words which came out of her mouth. But she was getting carried away with the moment. There was no need to be embarrassed about what she said to Damon, he wouldn't judge her negatively for it. "If it's not enough, I'll just have to ask you to fuck me harder." Elena added as seductively as she could, trying to mask her nervousness at talking in what, to her, seemed like a foreign language to someone who was either native to it, or at least well versed.
Damon's eyes lit up at her words, a smile graced his mouth as he lowered his mouth to her ear and pressed his still fully clad erection to her thigh. "I think we just arrived at base camp." he whispered. "You've never done that before have you?" he asked.
Elena shook her head. "No." she replied "How did you know?"
"I could hear your heart racing. But I could tell you liked it." Damon said smugly, his breath tickling her ear before raising his head to look at her once more. "I felt you getting wetter all over my fingers." he added as he removed his hand from between Elena's legs showed her his fingers, glistening wet with her juices. Elena whimpered at the loss of contact. To demonstrate his point he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked on them, closing his eyes as if he were sampling a fine wine. Elena looked on in wonderment, surprised by how much his actions were turning her on. Damon's eyes flew open, his pupils dilated with lust, a knowing look on his face as if he'd read her mind. He held out two of his fingers in front of her. "You want to try?" he asked. A glint of amusement on his face as if he expected her to back down.
The challenge alone was enough to make Elena's mind up. The idea of tasting her own juices wasn't something she considered particularly erotic, however the thought of sharing herself with Damon, the flavor from his mouth on his fingers was a different matter. Elena took his hand and placed her lips around the digits. Her eyes never leaving his as she began to suck on his fingers. She could still taste the last remnants of her own juices, yet mixed in with the wetness from Damon's mouth and the taste of him, it just served to stimulate and arouse her mentally. Elena then realized what Damon was doing. He was sexually awakening her, tantalizing her senses, teaching her to let go of her inhibitions, because when you loved someone, you should have nothing to hide, body, mind and soul.
Elena placed both her hands around his as she swirled her tongue around Damon's fingers, sucking in a fashion to mimic what she would do if his member were in his mouth. Words weren't needed, their eyes telling them they were thinking exactly the same thing. A moan elicited from Damon's lips, which Elena thought was the most beautiful and sensual sound she'd ever heard. At the same time Damon pressed his tented erection against her core, making it clear the effect her actions were having on him, while simultaneously creating sufficient a delicious friction every time he brushed against her clit. Elena just desperately wished he was naked so she could touch him.
Deciding to take the initiative, Elena slid her hands down Damon's chest and into his slacks. She wasn't surprised to find him not wearing any underwear. However she did discover his shaft, far bigger than Matt or Stefan's. His length was hard as steel, yet his skin was as soft as silk. Elena wondered how he'd fit inside her. Casting those thoughts to one side, she pushed his slacks down over his buttocks and he wriggled out of them, allowing their bodies to be completely naked against one another for the first time. As she moved her finger around the tip, she felt the wetness of his pre-cum, which gave her an idea, which surprised herself with her own boldness at what she was going to do.
Elena moved her hand up and down the length of Damon's shaft as she continued to suck his fingers, causing him to moan with pleasure at her touch. Their eyes never leaving one another as she swiped her thumb around the tip of his member, catching the fluid. Elena removed Damon's fingers from her mouth as she noticed a look of surprise and triumph in his eyes. Elena placed her thumb in her mouth and sucked it, closing her eyes, tasting the slight saltiness of him. She removed her thumb from her mouth and offered it to Damon who put it straight into his mouth and sucked. The sensation went straight to Elena's core as Damon moved his hand down between Elena thighs once more. This time Elena parted them much wider, desperate for his touch. He pressed his member up against her stomach, which she continued to stroke it with her free hand as Damon carried on sucking her thumb while explored her sex once more.
Damon pulled away from sucking Elena's thumb. "Fuck you're wet." he murmured as his lips crashed down onto hers, their tongues sharing their meager samplings of each others body. Damon's fingers slid inside Elena's soaking wet core, practically taking her breath away, while Damon's mouth made it's way down her neck, scraping his teeth along her carotid artery, followed by his tongue.
Elena moaned with pleasure as Damon's thumb made contact with her clit, which he gently began to massage while simultaneously plunging his fingers inside her dripping core. Damon's mouth made it's way down to her breast, upon which he began to turn his attention to. His nipped, sucked an licked her areola and nipples, causing them to pebble, all the while increasing his pace and pressure upon her sex. Momentarily Elena thought she felt the graze of a fang against her breast, but if Damon's fangs had appeared, instead of causing pain, the idea of being on the brink of something dangerous generated more pleasure as Elena realized she was close to her release.
Damon stopped what he was doing with Elena's breasts, and increased the pace and pressure of his massaging of her clit around pace of his fingers plunging in and out of her core as he looked up at her. His sparkling blue eyes dark with lust. He was a vision of dark, erotic, dangerous, sinful fantasies, and he was all hers.
"I want you to come for me Elena." Damon whispered in a deep, seductive voice. No compulsion was necessary. The heat inside her body had been boiling up, it had just needed the final push and his sensuous voice threw her over the edge.
"Oh my god...Damon." she cried as her insides began to contract around his fingers, her core was as hot as a volcano, her juices coating his fingers like lava. Her back arched as she managed to grab onto Damon's shoulders, she needed something to ground her. Elena tried to pull Damon towards her, but he used his vampire strength and was completely steadfast, causing her nails to dig into his skin. Damon hissed, but Elena instinctively knew he was enjoying the small amount of pain she was capable of inflicting upon him. It was her way of relaying to him just how powerful her orgasm was, which she knew was the strongest one she'd ever had.
As she began to come down from the high of her release, Elena expected Damon to make love to her. She couldn't be more wrong. Foreplay wasn't over yet as his mouth began to make his way down Elena's abdomen, peppering kisses and using his tongue as he gradually moved further towards her most intimate parts. Although neither Matt nor Stefan had ever made advances to use their mouths on her, possibly because she was too shy to ask, Caroline had told her it was incredible. Her best friend had particularly gloated about Damon's skills in that area.
Damon must have sensed her trepidation as he looked up and rested his chin on her stomach. "You've never done this before have you?" he asked, his eyes narrowing in surprise.
"No." Elena whispered, blushing.
"I won't if you don't want me to." he told her softly. "But you're not just denying your own pleasure, you're denying mine, because just the thought of tasting you is making me so fucking hard right now..." he stopped, knowing he sounded like he was pressuring her.
"It's okay Damon." Elena whispered nervously. "I want you to. I want to know if your skills have been exaggerated." she smiled, trying not only to reassure Damon that this was what she wanted, but also doing her damnedest to cover up how scared she felt, because at the same time, there was a tinge of excitement and anticipation.
"Okay." Damon smiled, although he didn't look entirely convinced she was completely ready for what he was about to do. "But I need you to relax and trust me, otherwise you won't get the full pleasure from it. And don't worry, this will be almost as good for me as it will be for you, although for different reasons." he smirked as Elena simply nodded in response.
Damon spread Elena's legs wide apart, his eyes fixed momentarily on her face before he took one of her legs in his hands and softly placed his lips on the inside of her thigh. At the same time, he gently ran his fingers up and down Elena's sex, the combined sensations taking her breath away. Damon moved his kisses up her thigh until he was almost at her core, by this point Elena's breathing was becoming shallow with anticipation. Damon had a mischievous glint in his eye as, much to Elena's disappointment, he swapped thigh's and the build up begun once more. This time however, Damon's gaze never wavered from Elena's, watching her, judging her reactions. Elena could tell this was getting him just as excited as her, just by his facial expressions alone, she didn't need to see how hard his shaft was, even though from the angle he was at, she could make out in the dim light, his erection was pressed up against the taut muscles his lower abdomen. Once she'd spotted it, she couldn't drag her eyes away.
"See something you like?" Damon smirked against her thigh.
Elena blushed, she'd never ogled a man before in her life, not even Stefan. Damon on the other hand was too sexy to not get carried away with his physical beauty. To her this was even more heightened by the man she knew who lurked underneath that stunningly beautiful exterior, however she was one of only a limited number who was allowed to see his true beauty, and she was probably the one who knew him the best, because deep down, inside Damon, she recognized a little piece of herself.
Dragging herself away from her thoughts Elena stopped blushing and instead smirked. "Oh yes." she grinned. "I am getting a little impatient though." she pouted.
"Okay then." Damon narrowed his eyes, the mischievous look returned. "Turn over." he commanded as Elena frowned with confusion before doing as she was told.
Damon pulled Elena's hips in the air so she was on all fours before he began to massage her behind. "God you're beautiful." he murmured as he opened her legs slightly.
Suddenly Elena felt his breath on her sex as he blew into her entrance. She nearly screamed with a combination of shock and pleasure as she felt his tongue gently tease her outer folds before plunging inside her. Elena wasn't sure what she expected from receiving oral sex, but the sheer pleasure of what Damon was doing, far surpassed any expectations. Elena felt Damon's thumb against her nub, massaging her to heighten the pleasure. It worked, as unguarded moans emitted from Elena's lips. Her mind went blank, all she knew was the heat pooling inside her stomach was burning hotter than she'd ever known before.
Much to Elena's disappointment, Damon stopped what he was doing and flipped her over so she was lying on her back once more. Before she knew it, Damon had spread her legs wide apart and his mouth was on her sex once more. This time he was dividing his attention between what could only be described as tongue fucking and suckling her folds, all the while his thumb continued to work her nub.
Elena's moans became louder as she grasped hold of Damon's raven hair, in the knowledge that her release was imminent. As if he knew, Damon inserted two finger inside her and began to pump them furiously while at the same time he attached his mouth to her nub, sucking the bundle of nerves, his tongue long enough to still tease the area close to her clit. Elena glanced down at him, his lidded eyes were trained on her, his expression one of lust and adoration. At the same time she knew he was telling her to let go. He grabbed hold of one her hands with his free one and laced their fingers together, almost as if he wanted to experience the journey of her orgasm with her. He hummed, the vibrations were the final straw as she felt her mind going blank and her inside spasm with white hot pleasure.
"Damon...fuck..." she screamed. No longer caring what anyone thought. Her nails dug deep into the back of Damon's hand, probably drawing blood. She only had enough semblance of thought to release her hand from his hair, which was suddenly replaced by Damon's other hand. She hadn't even noticed him removing his fingers from inside her, as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her body. Her back arched and her body was momentarily rigid as she felt like she was being ripped in two by an earthquake of heat and pleasure.
Damon moved up the bed and hovered above her as she started to come down from her high, but before the aftershocks were done, he plunged his shaft deep inside her with one swift thrust. Elena cried out once more. Her brain registered a tiny amount of pain from the sudden intrusion as her body stretched to adjust to his length and girth, while at the same time she felt as if she was about to spiral into what felt like another orgasm. Damon pulled out and thrust back in her once more, this time he pushed her hands above her head and remained inside her, his body still, waiting for her orgasm to subside, before dropping his head and kissing her on the lips.
Elena could taste her juices on him, but instead of finding it distasteful, she found it strangely erotic, which took her aback. Damon was breaking down her barriers. They hadn't so far explored anything adventurous, yet Elena realized there was no point in having boundaries with Damon. Being sexually open with him would benefit them both. She knew he'd never physically hurt her, not even if she begged. He was the one person who could read her like no other. If he told her he thought she'd like what they were going to do, then the chances were her was right. It didn't change the person she was on a daily basis, although it could enhance her own confidence. What happened in the bedroom between her and Damon stayed there. It was their private time to be as open with each other as possible. The thought of this openness was liberating to Elena. It was a freedom she craved and only Damon could give it to her.
Damon's mouth met hers as slowly he began to move his hips, his fingers stilled laced through Elena's, her hands above her head, stretching her body out as if into submission. In unison Elena began to move her own hips as together they created a rhythm with their coupling. Elena raised up her knees to allow for deeper penetration as Damon began to up the pace and force of his thrusts. They both pulled out of the kiss at the same time as Damon rested his forehead against Elena's, allowing them to hold each other's gaze. His icy blue orbs contrasted with her warm chocolate ones, as if they were peering into window of the other's soul and only finding themselves, two halves of the same whole, finally uniting as one.
In that moment, the enormity of finding her soulmate took Elena's breath away. From the expression on Damon's face, Elena realized he must have felt it too, although she suspected he wasn't surprised by this revelation. Their intuition towards each other's needs, even when they barely knew one another, was more than coincidence, and Damon had been around long enough to register the possible meaning of this unusual bond they'd formed. Elena now understood what Damon had meant when he had tried to reassure her in regards to her sexual skill and experience. No amount of sexual prowess could surpass a physical union with your soulmate, because even if it had been making love at the time, like with Stefan, now it felt like empty emotionless sex.
A tidal wave of love crashed over Elena for Damon. She suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to protect him. He might be physically stronger than her, and although outwardly he appeared cocky and arrogant. Deep down, Elena knew emotionally he was insecure, caused by a deep rooted fear of rejection, which she herself hadn't particularly helped. However, now things were different. It was her job to love him, give him acceptance, make him smile, she would be the one to save him. All of these emotions came to Elena within milliseconds, followed by a desire to be closer to him. She needed to touch him, reassure him that she was his and he was hers for as long as they both lived, whether it be one lifetime or for all eternity. A passing thought which Elena brushed to one side. She'd never wanted to be a vampire and it was too soon to contemplate how much them being together would affect that decision. That was for another day. Instead, she wanted to focus on the here and now.
Elena released her hands from Damon's, momentarily cupping his face with one hand before wrapping them both around his back, stroking his spine and making her way down to feel his behind. She grasped his buttocks and pulled him in tighter, a sign she wanted more.
"Harder." she whispered, confirming her intentions. "I want you to fuck me harder." she added, knowing it would make him smile, with which he didn't disappoint.
Damon got up on his knees and placed Elena's feet on his shoulders, pushing Elena's knees into her chest, in turn raising her hips from the bed. A move which gave him complete control. He leaned over, his hands finding the headboard of the bed to help give him balance. Although she'd never experienced this position before, Elena instinctively knew what he was going to do. Elena's feet left Damon's shoulders as she allowed her legs to widen, giving Damon greater access to her core.
"Cheerleading definitely has it's uses." Damon smirked as he slid his engorged member inside her, giving her a deeper penetration than before, reaching parts of her body which had previously remained untouched.
Elena cried out with pleasure at the glorious sensation of Damon's shaft being buried so deep inside her. Damon upped the pace and force of his thrusts. Elena wasn't able to do much to counteract his movements due to the constraints of the position she was in. Damon removed one of hands from the headboard and began to massage Elena's nub, increasing the pleasurable sensations running throughout her body. Yet, no matter how much the heat was burning up inside her, no matter how much she wanted to come, this was not how she wanted to reach her climax for their first time together. Elena wanted them to be wrapped in each others arms.
Instinctively, Damon seemed to be aware of her needs, probably because they matched his own. Using vamp-speed and strength, he moved them into a sitting position where she was straddling his hips, impaled on his shaft, looking down at him, while he continued to thrust up inside her. Damon held onto Elena's hips, lifting them up and pulling her back down on him, in a way she wouldn't have been capable of in her weakened state. Elena wrapped her arms around his shoulders, ready to brace for the onslaught of which, considering the heat building inside her, she knew was going to be a monumental orgasm.
Damon's thumb found Elena's nub, which he began to massage as he picked up the pace of his thrusting, a sign which told Elena Damon was ready and was holding back for her.
"Come for me Elena." Damon growled, looking at her in such a way telling her he was pleading with her, as if his life depended on it.
That was enough for Elena. She circled her hips and thrust herself deeply upon him as her insides suddenly felt like they were tearing themselves apart with convulsive pleasure. The spasms in her heated core felt out of control, her nub was burning. Her heart felt like it was exploding due to the combined forces of love, desire, need and pleasure. Her brain was no longer functioning in any coherent manner. Elena tightened her grip around Damon's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, she closed her eyes, threw her head back and screamed. Her body began to shake from the spasms, she arched her back and pressed her breasts into Damon's face.
"Damon!" she cried out breathlessly. Her voice already hoarse from screaming with pleasure. Tears streaming from her eyes due to the emotional overload of sensations wreaking havoc through her body.
She had just enough presence of mind to glance down at Damon as he pulled her in tighter. She knew the contractions inside her were the last step in milking Damon's shaft to finding his own release. Elena managed to look down just in time to witness the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen. Damon's blue eyes were staring up at her in complete adoration as his face screwed up in an expression of agony, ecstasy and relief as she felt him come inside her, his hot fluid signaling his release, creating an additional aftershock of her own.
"Fuck...Elena." Damon whispered as Elena pressed her forehead against his, her hair curtaining down around them, providing a private world where only they existed.
Exhaustion took over Damon as he rested his head on Elena's chest. He took one of her breasts in his hands and tenderly suckled on her nipple before raising his head to look back up at her. He tucked her hair behind one ear and cupped her cheek, stroking it with his thumb as she lowered her face towards his once more. Elena responded by holding his face in her hands and placing her lips against his. This time the kiss was soft and tender as they relaxed into one another's arms before falling onto the bed, limbs tangled, unable to let go of each other. Eventually Damon withdrew his now softened member. Their mixed fluids leaked onto Elena's thigh. Instead of the usual annoyance of the stickiness, it felt wonderful to her, as it was symbolic of their incredible union.
"You okay?" Damon smiled sleepily.
"That was amazing." Elena smiled back. "You?" she asked.
"The best and happiest night of my life." he sighed as he lay on his back and pulled Elena's leg over his waist possessively.
Elena stroked Damon's face, deciding now was the right time to admit her feelings for him. "I love you Damon." she told him as she placed a chaste kiss on his lips, almost laughing at the look of surprise on his face.
Damon wrapped his arms around Elena's waist and pulled her into him. "You know how much I love you." he whispered as he kissed Elena on the forehead. "You've just made the happiest day of my life ten times better." he grinned.
Elena lay her head on Damon's chest and closed her eyes. "You smell good." she whispered, inhaling his scent as tiredness eventually overcame her and she fell asleep.
When she woke, Elena realized she was longer in Damon's arms. She breathed in, she could still smell his scent, but only very faintly. Elena frowned to herself and opened her eyes, fully expecting to find herself in Damon's room. Instead she found herself in her own bed, holding onto her bear, which Damon had a tendency to play with whenever he came around. This was where she'd picked up the faint traces of him in her sleep. Elena growled with frustration, tears almost welling up in her eyes. Her need for Damon was getting stronger by the day, but her loyalty was to try and bring Stefan back and recapture the love they once had, although for the time being she'd have to put up with a humanity-less bodyguard version of Stefan, which she wasn't particularly looking forward to spending time with.
Elena knew for the time being, she needed to ignore her feelings for Damon. They couldn't be together, they wouldn't work. Deciding to try and get the dream out of her system, Elena reached under her bed and for the loose floorboard which contained her secret diary and she began to write...
I know I've spelt Rebekah wrong in the diary entry, it was intentional as Elena in all likelihood would use the obvious spelling at this point as she's only heard her name and never seen it written down.
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