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).
Warning for explicit sexual content and bad language.
Dear Diary
Stefan and I broke up!
There were a lot of reasons why, but the primary one was because Stefan knew I was falling in love with Damon. Stefan kinda ended it, but it was a mutual decision. There was more to it than me falling for Damon, although I think that fact alone exasperated the other issues.
The first problem was me becoming a vampire. Stefan blames himself, and to make matters worse I've been having feeding issues. I also suspect he didn't ever want me to be a vampire. I know he stopped loving Katherine as soon as he found out what she was. I have no idea if his feelings for me were the same or likely to go that way. Whatever it is, he hates what I am now. He fell in love with a human, but I'm no longer a human. And because of this, I feel trapped when we're together. I can't be me. I have to try and pretend to be the girl he fell in love with.
That was already hard enough, because after he left with Klaus, I changed. I grew up and wanted different things. I also began to fall even more in love with Damon. Yes, I admit I was already falling in love with him before Stefan even left to go with Klaus. I guess it was always just a matter of time. But the time I spent with Damon while Stefan was gone brought us closer.
I know I chose Stefan the night I died, but I'm glad I did choose him, my choice saved Damon's life. I know I hurt Damon, by doing that, but if I'd have chosen Damon and he'd have survived, I'd have always wondered if I'd made the right decision, and wonder if Stefan and I would have got things to be back the way they were. Because ultimately when I chose Stefan, that is what I wanted to happen. Needless to say that didn't happen.
So what prompted the split?
The day after the Frat party, the hunter kidnapped Jeremy. Damon and I were trying to make plans to rescue him, but Stefan was behaving oddly and wanted to take over. He vervained Damon and took his daylight ring. That left the responsibility of saving Jeremy to me. I ended up killing the hunter and fell victim to the hunters curse. Their mission, even in death, is to take one more vampire down with them. In short, any vampire who kills a hunter will be haunted by hallucinations with the sole purpose of forcing the vampire to commit suicide. The hunter torments their psyche and preys on their weakness until the vampire can no longer bare to live with themselves and will feel death is the better option.
Fortunately, my friends found a way to stop the curse. Jeremy killed a vampire which released me just in time as I was stood on Wickery bridge without my daylight ring just as the sun was coming up. Lucky for me Damon was on the bridge to rescue me, and he did by ironically pushing me into the water. He instinctively knew where I would be.
Life is strange. The first time I went off that bridge, I nearly died, but Stefan saved me by pulling me out. But my parents died and is signaled a major change in my life. The second time I went off the bridge, Stefan pulled me out to save me, but it was too late. I became a vampire, another major change in my life. The third time Damon pushed me in the water to save me. This time there was another major change, because Stefan and I finally broke up for good.
I haven't told Damon about the break up. I need a day to myself to prepare for the talk I'm going to need to have with Damon. I mean, what do I tell him? Do I apologize and say that I'm sorry, I made a mistake when I left him to die and in fact I was in love with him and not Stefan after all? I don't see that cutting it with Damon. Which is why I need time to think about what to tell him. He's going to be at the Miss Mystic Falls pageant, and I'll talk to him then. In the meantime I'm going to be helping Caroline dress the Lockwood's for the pageant.
So the dream. It was probably the most realistic dream I've had so far, I think. I honestly didn't know whether it was real or a dream. It felt so real, I had to search the laundry basket to get find out if any of it had really happened or whether I was dreaming all along. Safe to say it was a dream.
My dream was triggered by Damon's selflessness. He likes to promote how selfish he is, but deep down he puts the needs of everyone he cares about above his own. He doesn't think anyone notices, but I do. That's one of the reasons I fell in love with him.
Just before Stefan and I broke up, Damon was fighting for mine and Stefan's relationship, no matter how much it hurt him to do so. It's because he loves us both and hates seeing us unhappy. But it was too late. If anything it made things worse. He was sat on my bed after he rescued me, we held hands and he told me about Stefan trying to find this cure for vampirism.
As good as that sounds, and I'm grateful to Stefan for trying to look for a way out of this for me, a part of me couldn't help but think the cure was for Stefan himself. Not necessarily for him to become human, but because he cant stand the thought of me as a vampire. I might be wrong, but it's no longer an issue. We're over! The moment Damon and I held hands I knew there was no way I was ever going to let go of him.
It's simple, I love Damon, and I can't face eternity without him by my side. I don't think I could live a human life without him being by my side every step of the way. I need him so much, it's hard to put into words.
So hopefully this will be my last dream entry. Hopefully, the next time I write in this diary, it will be to describe the real thing.
E
….the previous night's dream.
Elena woke in her own bed to feel the heat of sunshine pouring through her window and onto her skin. The last thing she remembered was standing on Wickery Bridge without her daylight ring as the sun began to rise and her flesh beginning to burn. She opened her eyes and glanced at her hand to see her daylight ring had been placed back on her finger as if it had never happened.
"Fished it out of the river for you." she heard Damon's voice from behind, slightly startling her as she turned to look at him. He was sitting on her window seat, clearly waiting for her to wake, looking like an Adonis like his usual self. "Little tip, vampires hate to swim." he teased before his face softened. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
"My head's clear. I can remember everything, but not like I lived it, like it was a really bad dream." Elena lifted her hand to her head and paused, trying to remember the previous day's events before looking back to Damon. "You saved me. Thank you." she smiled.
"Well, you know what they say about teenage suicide." he frowned as he got up and sat on her bed, pointing at her in a joking manner. "Don't do it.!" he admonished with a glint in his eye to make sure she knew he wasn't being entirely serious.
Elena smiled at his joke. "I just can't believe that I almost..." she started.
"You weren't yourself." Damon assured her as Elena took his hand in hers.
"Yeah, but if it wasn't for you..." Elena protested, but stopped as Damon looked down at her hand clasped around his. She glanced down as well, realizing how intimate her gesture had been, especially after what had gone off between them in the past. This was the type of behavior she'd previously reserved only for Stefan, but somehow her feelings had transferred over to Damon and she was acting on instinct. Damon seemed slightly uncomfortable with her actions, however, possibly to placate her, or to allow him one moment of tenderness between them, he held her hand up and rubbed his thumb in circles over the back of her knuckles.
Damon sighed. "I'm about to take a very high, annoying road and tell you something." he said taking his hand away from hers and placing it on top of her hand instead, confirming Elena's suspicion he was uncomfortable with her tender gesture. "Because I know that you think Stefan's been lying to you. Which, yeah, he has, but this rough patch that you two have been going through is not what you think." he explained. "Everything that he's been doing, he's been doing for you. To help you. And after he kills me for telling you this, I want you to throw my ashes off of Wickery Bridge, okay?" he joked causing Elena to laugh. Although the joke was on him. This was Damon being at his most selfless. Elena had practically offered herself to him and he'd turned her down, regardless of how much it hurt him. And he was now fighting for her and Stefan's relationship more than she was. It was that moment Elena knew what she had to do. She could no longer deny she was in love with Damon, and she knew there was no way she would be able to survive without him. She had to do what needed to be done and end her relationship with Stefan. Whatever Stefan's motives were, they wouldn't be enough to make her fall back in love with him.
Elena was brought back to reality when she heard Damon's voice continue what he was telling her. "There may be a way out of this for you, Elena." he said as she looked at him in confusion. "There may be a cure." he explained.
"For vampirism?" Elena frowned.
"Yeah." Damon smiled. "You could be human again."
A barrage of emotions ran through Elena all at once. Joy, happiness, hope, apprehension. However on the flip side, she was angry and disappointed Stefan had felt the need to lie to her in all of this. If he'd been truthful, she wouldn't have almost killed herself a few hours ago. She also questioned why Stefan would want the cure so badly for her. For a few days Elena had suspected Stefan was having a hard time dealing with Elena's transition. She understood he blamed himself for her becoming what she never wanted to be, but she suspected there was more to it than that. It was as if although Stefan still loved her as a vampire, he struggled to be in love with her because she was no longer the girl he wanted. This thought cemented the need for their relationship to end. Even if she became human again, she wouldn't forget how her feelings for Damon had been magnified, yet those for Stefan hadn't.
The idea had begun to occur to Elena that her feelings had not been what she thought they were the night she turned. Elena may have loved Stefan the night she died, but if she had been in love with him, her feelings would have been magnified when she became a vampire, but they hadn't. Instead, the heightened emotions had revolved around Damon. Unfortunately for Stefan and Elena's relationship, Damon's explanation hadn't made any difference to her feelings regarding Stefan's actions. It was too little too late and had been for some time.
"So why did he have to lie to me about it?" Elena asked. "You told me the truth. But then you always do." she added, narrowing her eyes at Damon.
"I'm a lot of bad things Elena." Damon sighed. "But a liar isn't one of them. I suck at it." he chuckled as Elena smiled back before looking around and spotting her phone on her nightstand. She picked it up and started to text Stefan to ask him to come over so they could talk.
"I better be going..." Damon said awkwardly as he started to stand up.
"No please, stay." Elena grabbed hold of Damon's hand as he frowned. "Please?" she begged.
"Okay." Damon sighed as he sat down on the bed.
Elena got out of the bed. "I'm just going to change."she said as she picked some clothes from her closet and went to her and Jeremy's shared bathroom to change. "I need to talk to Stefan."
Just after she'd gotten ready and headed back into her bedroom, Elena heard the telltale sound of Stefan's motorcycle in the distance. Unsurprisingly, Damon had made her bed while she was in the bathroom, and was now sat on it with her teddy bear in his hands.
"Stefan's here." he said nonchalantly.
"Will you wait while I just go talk to him?" Elena asked. "And no listening in!" she chided.
"Sure." Damon said softly. "I'll give you your privacy to condemn me to my death sentence." he winked.
Elena rolled her eyes. "I won't be long." she said as she left Damon laying on her bed and headed out to talk to Stefan.
Elena wasn't sure how to approach the upcoming conversation with Stefan. It was clear their relationship was now in tatters. Damon was doing the hard stuff boyfriends usually had to do, while at the same time, she was officially still dating Stefan. In fact Elena's physical relationship with Damon had been more intimate than hers and Stefan's since she turned. To make matters worse, Stefan had violated Elena's trust. He'd done the one thing she couldn't forgive her boyfriend for doing, involving Jeremy in his plan with Klaus and compelling him without her consent. Stefan had gone behind her back and lied to her. The cause was technically noble, but was it for her benefit or Stefan's? Elena knew the relationship was over and she had no intention of going back into the house without it being made official. However, considering Stefan had sent Damon to save Elena on the bridge, she suspected Stefan already knew the purpose of the visit which was why, instead of him coming inside the house like he usually did, he was leaning against a pillar at the top of the steps to her porch, waiting for her as she walked outside to join him.
Elena decided to go first. "I'm sorry that I stabbed you." she smiled apologetically.
"Nah, it's all right, I probably deserved it." Stefan shrugged. "So, um, Damon text me and told me that he clued you in." he said.
"You're not going to kill him are you?" Elena asked, her voice slightly panicked.
Stefan laughed. "Nah, screw Klaus and his secrets." he smiled sadly as he sat down on Elena's porch steps. "We all want the same thing, we just have to work together for it." he added as Elena sat down next to him.
Elena geared herself up, knowing this was the question which was likely to bring their relationship issues to the forefront of their conversation. "Stefan, why did you send Damon to come look for me instead of you?" she asked as she nervously tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I sent him because lately it seems like he's able to get through to you in ways that I can't." Stefan explained with a hint of sadness in his voice. "You'll listen to him. You trust him, even when you can't trust me." he said looking away from her.
"I didn't mean to not..." Elena started.
"Come on, Elena, I mean after everything that we've been through...you can admit it." Stefan looked at her sadly, his voice sounding resigned.
Elena knew that look Stefan gave her. It was one he rarely used, one of resignation. He knew he'd lost her to Damon, but he needed to hear it from her first. They stared at each other for a long time. All the while Elena was building up the courage to do what needed to be done. Part of her didn't want to break up with Stefan. She still loved him, but it was no longer enough. Not only had she lost her trust for him, but deep down, she knew she loved the man who was waiting for her in her bedroom. Elena had changed, and had been changing for a long time. Vampirism had only forced her to acknowledge it. Stefan was no longer what she needed as a person, and it wasn't his fault. It was how she'd matured and developed into a woman and a vampire. Elena looked down at the ground before finally building up enough confidence to say what had to be said, although she did want to sugar coat it a little.
"You've been so strong for me." Elena smiled sadly. "Helping me, fighting for that girl that chose you, the girl that I was when I died on the bridge, and I love you so much for wanting to find this cure. Because I'd like nothing more than to get her back." she told him. "Because the... the girl that she's become, that... that I've become is different, somehow." Elena tried to explain how she felt, but struggled. Her changes couldn't really be put into words as she didn't understand what was different herself, other than a different diet. Her instincts were more sinister, but inside she was still the same person. "Darker." she suggested. Who I am, what I want..." she started.
"What you want, or...who you want?" Stefan swallowed, Elena could see he was holding back the tears. Before Elena turned, Stefan had suspected she had feelings for Damon, and although Elena hated saying what she was about to say, she could no longer lie to him. There was no point, because after they split, she had every intention of being with Damon, if he'd still have her.
"Something's changed, between Damon and me." Elena finally admitted. "Much more than it ever used to be." she told him, trying to reassure him she never meant for things to go wrong this way. "It's like – it's like everything that I felt for him before I was a vampire..."
"Has been magnified. Your feelings for him have been magnified." Stefan interjected.
"I'm sorry. I don't want to lie to you." Elena apologized.
"You know, before when I was the, uh, the Ripper, I understood why you cared for him. I mean, I practically drove you to it." Stefan said softly. "But now...I can't do this, Elena." he told her as Elena looked over at him. "Not anymore." he added as Elena could both see and hear him holding back the tears.
"I know." Elena nodded in agreement as Stefan looked away from her.
Elena continued to look at him for a moment longer but found she couldn't and turned away, fighting back tears of loss and defeat. For a few minutes they continued to sit on the porch steps together in silence, trying to face the finality and taking stock of the momentous change in their lives which was happening to them. After today, nothing would ever be the same again. They would continue moving in the same circles, but if Elena managed to get to be with who she truly wanted to be with, he would become her boyfriend's younger brother, which considering all they'd been through together, sounded incredibly strange. After a few moments, Stefan got up and began to walk away.
"Stefan!" Elena called out after him, although she wasn't sure whether she had anything left to say to him. However Stefan simply ignored her and walked off into the distance towards his motorcycle. He got on and drove off, presumably back to the boarding house.
Elena swallowed back her tears and stood up. She slowly walked back into the house and up the stairs to where Damon was still sat on her bed, still cuddling her bear, like he had done so before, many times in the past. Elena choked at the sight. A rush of warmth and love filled her. But before she could go over to Damon he was stood right in front of her.
"Hey, hey." Damon said softly. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Elena took a deep breath and nodded her head. "Stefan and I broke up." she told him as tears started to well up in her eyes, although Elena wasn't entirely sure for which reason. On the one hand she was sad she and Stefan hadn't been able to make it work, and on the other hand she was relieved as now she could finally be with the man she truly wanted to be with. However, at the same time, Stefan had represented hope at one of the darkest periods in her life, and now she was saying goodbye to it. It was all too much and the tears began to fall.
"Hush..." Damon said, wiping a tear from Elena's cheek. "You guys will be back together before you know it." he tried to reassure her, clearly thinking she was upset over the break up, causing Elena to choke back on her tears.
"We won't be getting back together." Elena assured Damon.
"If there's anything I know in the world, is that my brother loves you and would move heaven and earth for you. He'll fight to keep you." Damon smiled.
"We're not getting back together Damon!" Elena said a little more forcefully. "He can try and find the cure all he wants, but it's not going to change anything." she shrugged.
"You're emotions won't be heightened. If you're human again, you won't feel the blood lust anymore. You'll see Stefan exactly how you used to..." Damon started, but Elena shook her head.
"No Damon." Elena interrupted. "It won't make a difference whether I'm human or vampire. Because no matter what I am, it's not going to stop me from being in love with you." she smiled and looked up at him as she cupped his face in one hand. "I had those feelings before I turned. I just didn't understand them. Now I do." Elena stroked Damon's cheek. "I love you Damon." she whispered, standing on her tiptoes and momentarily brushing her lips against his.
When Elena pulled away and looked up at Damon, he appeared to be stunned by her words and equally shocked by her actions. Elena raised both hands to his face and smiled. Finally Damon seemed to relax as he grasped the truth of the situation. He smiled a small smile and rested his forehead against hers.
"You sure?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper.
"If you're going to live forever, you need to make sure you're with the right person forever." Elena replied. "Although I don't think forever will be long enough for us."
"So why were you crying?" Damon frowned.
Elena thought for a moment. "Stefan was there for me after my parents died. Just because I'm not in love with him, doesn't mean I'm not sad. He was a big part of my life and helped me survive and recover. He was what I needed at that time." she tried to explain. "But I'm a woman now, I need a man who I can love, trust and build a life with, a future with. That man wasn't Stefan." she shook her head. "I've slowly been falling in love with you for the last few months Damon. And I've tried so hard to deny my feelings for you before I turned. Believe me I have. But I can't do it any longer. My feelings for you are too strong. And even if there were a cure and I became human again, it wouldn't make me stop loving you." she said. "My tears are sadness for saying goodbye to Stefan, and joy because I have a small opportunity to be with the man I love. If you'll still have me." she added in a small voice.
"Of course I still want you." Damon said in a small tentative voice which made Elena smile.
Elena took Damon's hands in hers and looked down at them. "I really ought to go shower. I can still smell the dirt from the water in my hair." she said looking back up at Damon who screwed his face up in disgust. Just as Elena turned to the bathroom she suddenly had an idea. "You want to join me?" she asked nervously as Damon closed in on her.
"You certain you wanna do this?" he asked frowning. "You sure it's not too soon after Stefan?"
"Stefan and I haven't...well...you know...since before he left with Klaus." Elena admitted.
Damon blinked and frowned while his lips formed the shape of an 'O', confirming his surprise at her confession. "I see." he said, momentarily hesitating. "Well I'm sure I can help you scrub your back." he winked.
"Well I don't have a fancy shower like you do, so that's pretty much as far as we'll get in there." Elena teased as she walked off to her small bathroom, while Damon just stood there. Elena stopped and turned around. "Are you coming or not?" she asked, taking her top off as Damon was suddenly behind her.
"You try stopping me." Damon whispered as they both walked through the bathroom door.
Elena turned the shower on to allow the water to heat up and reach the perfect temperature while she and Damon began to undress each other. Elena wasn't lying when she told Damon she needed a shower. She reeked of silt from the bottom of the creek. Damon on the other hand had clearly already showered and changed as he smelled his usual clean, warm, sensual self. He was also wearing different clothes.
Before Damon had the chance to do anything, Elena had grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Damon reached behind Elena's back and unclasped her bra. They both stared intently at each other, neither of them looking down at their bodies as they both removed their boots and socks. Elena took hold of Damon's belt and unclasped it before unfastening his jeans and allowing them to fall away from his hips. Damon did the same with Elena, yet they never took their eyes away from each others faces. The act wasn't sexual, it wasn't foreplay. They were stripping away the old life to start fresh and new together. This was especially pertinent for Elena.
Three times now Elena had had to be saved from Wickery Bridge. The first time Stefan had pulled her out and she'd been save. The second time Stefan had pulled her out and she'd died. The third time Damon had saved her by pushing her into the water. By using the water to save her life, she'd confronted the cause of her recent problems and used it as a source of survival, and she had Damon to thank for that.
However after the three incidents on Wickery Bridge, Elena decided it was time to put an end to that chapter of her life by physically and metaphorically washing away the silt. And for that, she needed Damon to help her. The idea of showering together wasn't based on sexual needs, it was a psychological one, a role in which only Damon could fulfill.
Elena also felt a deep desire to be as physically close to Damon as possible, and clothes were an obstacle. She needed to feel his arms around her, she needed to feel his skin against hers. The memory of Denver forever etched into her memory, when she'd been able to run her hands down his chest, and the warmth of his skin against hers had protected her from the chilly Denver November weather. He'd made her feel safe then, and she needed him to make her feel safe now.
They wordlessly removed each others underwear, their eyes still never leaving one anothers face, their modesty still intact. They stepped into the shower and under the faucet, their respective hair darkening under the water. Damon intuitively pulled Elena tight into his chest, enveloping her in his arms and soothingly began to stroke his fingers through the wet strands of her hair and down her back. For her part, Elena rested her cheek up against his chest and held on tight to the tender moment they were sharing. Elena felt safe and loved. Most of all, she felt she'd finally come home and could be at peace with herself.
As Damon held her flush against his body, she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach. Showering with her naked was clearly turning him on, yet he made no move on her. It was as if he knew now was not the right time. They'd held out for each other for so long, what was another few minutes wait in the grand scheme of things? It wasn't as if they didn't potentially have all of eternity to make up for lost time. However, the thought of making love to Damon forced a small tingle of desire in her core. Elena's pressed the palms of her hands flat against Damon's chest, while her lips met his wet shoulder, as if she were trying to hint at her desire, but Damon found this opportunity to interrupt proceedings.
"We need to get your hair washed." he said softly. "You were right, it's full of silt and mud." he told her as he reached out for her strawberry shampoo. "Turn around!" Damon commanded.
Elena did as she was told and turned to face the tiled wall. She felt Damon's fingers in her hair, firstly applying the shampoo, then gently massaging it into her scalp. The feeling was amazing. He seemed to know exactly how to wash her hair and make it feel good, like a scalp massage, washing the tensions away. He pushed her slightly forward so she was stood under the faucet, to rinse her hair clean. Once the bubbles had disappeared, he pulled her back towards him and she could smell the apple of her conditioner. Damon repeated the actions, once again gently massaging her scalp before rinsing. Elena couldn't remember the last time she felt so calm and relaxed.
Once finished with her hair, Damon found her apricot shower gel and squirted some on her washcloth. He tucked her hair over one shoulder and began to carefully wash her back. Although this act could have been construed as similar to a parent bathing a child, Elena knew this was different. Damon was cleansing her body and soul so she was able to fully embrace him. Elena also wanted to do the same for Damon. And although he'd already showered, it didn't really matter. As well as cleansing, it was a way to get to know each other in ways they hadn't experienced before and would never be able to do again. Once they'd made love, they would have explored one another sexually and had gotten to know their respective bodies. This was the last time there would be a physical innocence to their relationship.
Damon finished Elena's back and began to wash the rest of her body. When he washed her breasts, he was careful to only wash them, he didn't overstep the boundary. Even when he bent down and washed Elena's most intimate parts it was still all about bathing and not sexual, although it was hard to ignore the fact every single touch of his hand went straight to her groin. And the moment his fingers brushed up against her sensitive nub, she had to bite her lip to avoid moaning with pleasure at his touch.
Eventually it was Elena's turn to return the favor. Damon had made it appear so simple to resist the temptation, however Elena's self-control wasn't as powerful as Damon's, even though it was clear, washing her had turned him on. Elena tried her hardest to concentrate on the cleaning aspect of what she was doing, but it was useless. Every time she touched the muscles on his chest her arousal grew and she had no idea how to contain it.
Finally Elena reached the part she'd been looking forward to and yet dreading at the same time. It was time to wash Damon's manhood. Up until that point she'd felt it in her back and up against her stomach. However, Elena was curious to know how her touch was affecting Damon. She was aware of his erection, but she wanted to see in his face, if she were having as much and effect on Damon as he was on her. Elena also wanted to test his super self-control.
Elena squirted a little shower gel into her hand and without looking down, took hold of his shaft. Instead Elena just stared Damon in the eyes, watching every small reaction on his face. Elena wasn't disappointed. As she stroked up and down his length, lathering the soap, Damon's eyes began to darken with pleasure, as she could feel his considerable size growing ever more erect in her hand. Elena wiped around the tip, earning her an almost silent hiss, as she began to pump his shaft. This was all on the premise of washing him, but she was beyond that, she wanted to see him fall apart by her hand.
The innocence their relationship had when they stepped into the shower, was gradually ebbing away with every stroke of Damon's shaft. Elena continued to stare into his eyes with a look which made it clear she was no longer washing him. She wanted to end the shower by bringing him to his release. Damon seemed to read what she was doing as his lips parted slightly and he placed on hand on the tiled wall, as if ready to brace himself for what she was trying to achieve.
Elena continued to pump his shaft, however she increased her grip and speed. She stepped a little closer to him and placed her other hand on his chest. Damon rested his forehead against hers and cupped her face with his free hand. Elena could feel is small breaths on her face as he became breathless with each passing moment, telling Elena he was getting closer and closer to the edge.
Deciding to take things a little further, Elena dared to do something she'd never contemplated doing with either Stefan or Matt. She got down on her knees and placed his shaft in her mouth and began to suck. Elena continued to pump the base of his length with one hand while she laced the fingers of her free hand through Damon's.
"Fuck...Elena..." Damon whimpered as she felt his grip on her hand released and him running his fingers through her hair.
Elena's inexperience in the act meant she wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, but judging from the moans of pleasure emitting from Damon's mouth, she knew she was clearly doing something right.
"I'm gonna come." Damon panted.
Elena simply hummed in response and relaxed her gag reflex and took him in her moth even further. She wanted him to come in her mouth, so swallow his seed, to prove her commitment to him.
Damon hadn't been lying when he had warned of his impending release. Elena felt his body stiffen and his hold on her hair tightened. She managed to keep her eyes trained on him, waiting for the moment to finally see his beauty as he was at her complete mercy.
"Fuck...Elena...yes...yes...argh..." Damon cried out, his face creasing up in an intense expression of agonizing bliss as Elena felt his warm seed slide easily down her throat.
Elena continued her actions, although more slowly until she knew for certain he'd finished and his length began to soften. Once done, Elena stood up and smiled at him. She stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. Damon wrapped his arms around her waist and she did the same around his neck.
"I guess it's time we got out of the shower." he whispered. "I want you dry before I make you wet." he smiled, bending her head to kiss her once more as he reached out and turned the shower off.
They broke away from the kiss as Elena pulled the shower curtain to one side and they stepped out. Elena got out two towels as they decided to dry each other down. Once finished, Elena threw them both in the laundry basket as Damon picked her up bridal style and walked her over to her bed and threw her onto the soft mattress.
Damon climbed on top of her and straddled her hips as Elena sat up and cupped his face. They gazed at each other in the eyes for a moment before their mouths met for what seemed like the first time. Not even Denver had prepared Elena for this. They parted their lips to greet one another. Their tongues sweeping and exploring, becoming reacquainted. It was soft and seemingly gentle, but there was a fire burning beneath the surface, consuming them with the passion built up over the course of almost a year of denying themselves. Elena's wrapped her arms around Damon's neck, while he held on tight to her waist with one hand, his other was ghosting his finger down her spine. He continued on, following the line of her body around until he met her hips,. Then he moved his leg so it was between hers. His fingers traced a line down her thigh and under her knee, which he pulled up to his hip. At that point Elena realized Damon was already aroused once more, which pleased her, because so was she.
Damon's hands found hers behind his neck as he pried them away, lacing his fingers through hers. He broke away from the kiss as they looked at each other with a newfound hunger. Damon pushed Elena backwards, forcing her to lie back on the bed, her hands above her head as he hovered above her. Just the sight of him above her cause Elena's core to throb with a need for him so desperate, she wondered how on earth she'd resisted him for longer than ten minutes as opposed to the ten months she'd been gradually building up feelings for him and denying herself.
He lowered himself on top of her and their lips met once more. Damon let go of her hands, instead he lightly touched her wrists and his fingers graced the shape of her arms. Every time Elena tried to move her arms to wrap them around Damon's neck, he firmly pushed them back to the bed, as if he were doing something. Elena decided to stay as she was and let Damon continue doing what he wanted while she was distracted by his mouth.
Elena didn't have to wait long to find out what Damon was doing. His hands slid down her arms and along the sides of her body, as if he were committing the shape of her body to his memory. Damon's lips disappeared from her mouth only for them to find her earlobe, which tickled and initially caused her to laugh. However her laughter soon turned to moans of pleasure as his mouth made its way down her neck. Elena felt a sharp prick as Damon briefly pierced her neck with his fangs. Heated desire flooded her core, while at the same time she became overwhelmed with the most wonderful feeling of love. Elena knew Damon was projecting his physical and emotional feelings into her, and he didn't disappoint.
Damon didn't take much blood, only enough to let Elena know his feelings for her. Instead he licked the wound on her neck until it healed, before his mouth made its way down to her collarbone. He kissed down her chest until his mouth met her breasts. He circled her areola with his tongue before he gently tugged on her nipple with his teeth. This action heightened the sensations around her breasts, sending heat down into the pit of her stomach, while her nipples pebbled as Damon repeated the action on the other nipple.
Once he'd finished with her breasts, Damon made his way down Elena's stomach. Kissing her and stroking her body with the tips of his fingers. Soon Elena was a writhing mess of heated desire, all concentrated in one area of her body, which fortunately appeared to be Damon's next target.
Elena was absolutely right. Damon peppered kisses all along her pelvis, while his fingers initially circled her entrance, and the drew an imaginary line up Elena's slit. He parted her folds and gently inserted a finger.
"Oh god Damon." Elena whispered, arching her back as the warmth inside her core increased by a couple of degrees, just by the presence of his finger alone.
Damon stopped kissing her stomach and looked up at her. "You're already wet Elena, but I don't just want you a little bit wet, I want you soaking." he growled as he slid further down the bed and settled himself between her legs.
Elena had never fully experienced oral sex being performed on her before. Stefan had tried, but she'd not felt confident enough to enjoy it. Yet her she was with Damon, ready to explode with need if he didn't use his mouth on her. She ran her fingers through his hair as Damon parted her folds with his fingers. His tongue followed the line he'd traced earlier with his fingers before he thrust the muscle into her entrance. Once again, Elena arched her back at the pleasure of it. Damon's thumb made it's way to her nub, which he started to massage, adding extra pleasure to what he was doing to her.
Damon's tongue continued to thrust in and out of Elena's core, as she moaned in ecstasy at his work. He was building her up to an intense orgasm, that Elena could tell. He pulled his tongue from her core and sucked on her labia while his tongue teased the flesh just beneath her nub. He stopped massaging her clit, instead he used his hands to insert two fingers inside of her, causing Elena's eyes to roll into the back of her head with bliss.
"Damon..." she whimpered as his mouth latched onto her nub and he began to suck on the small bundle of nerves.
The heat and throbbing which had been building up inside Elena was reaching boiling point. Damon thrust his fingers inside and out of her gently, but at a furious pace. Elena grasped tightly onto Damon's hair as he sucked harder on her nub until the point where Elena knew her body had had enough and she finally fell over the edge into a sea of the most amazing orgasm.
"Oh my god...Damon..." she cried as wave after wave of pleasure ran through her body.
The heat and throbbing inside her core now burned with an intensity she'd never experienced before as the spasms took hold of her body. He core convulsed around Damon's fingers as he continued to thrust his hand inside her while still suckling on her clit, sending her into a wild frenzy. Elena lost all semblance of who and where she was. All she could comprehend was Damon was giving her the most intense sexual experience of her entire life.
"Fuck...Damon...argh." she screamed as her back arched and her body went rigid as the final throes of her orgasm took over her body. Unlike when she was human, every nerve seemed to tingle with electrical energy. Especially the veins around her eyes. Even her fangs decided to join in on the action as they elongated. Unfortunately Elena didn't have the self control in that moment to stop them. But it didn't matter, Damon didn't care whether she was human or vampire. A set of fangs wouldn't be enough to deter Damon.
The orgasm seemed to go on forever, yet all too soon it seemed to subside. Damon removed his mouth and fingers as the convulsions stopped and Elena panted, trying to regain her breath. Damon climbed up the bed and hovered above her.
"You okay?" he asked with a trace of amusement in his voice.
"Never better." Elena panted before bursting into laughter. Damon smiled and lowered his mouth and placed his lips against hers.
Elena's laughter died away instantly as she became immersed in Damon's kiss. She felt his erect shaft pressed up against her stomach as she realized how desperately she wanted him inside her. Elena slid her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around Damon's length and pumped it gently. She lifted her hips and rubbed him up against her dripping wet core, coating him with her juices. Elena positioned his member at her entrance and they both pushed, directing him to go deep inside her. Slowly Damon's shaft edged into her, stretching and filling her as he went along, until he reached as far as was physically possible. Elena pulled Damon in tight to kiss her and then moved at vamp-speed, so that she was on top and he was at her mercy.
Damon smiled at the new development. Unlike Stefan, it appeared Damon had no qualms with a woman being slightly dominant in bed, which in Elena's eyes, opened the door to many future possibilities. But right now, all she cared about was her and Damon making love for the first time. There would be plenty of opportunity for them to embark on a more adventurous love life in the future. Now was the time to master the basics and learn how to make love to and how best to please one another, and more importantly, how to bring out the best in each other.
Elena placed her hands on Damon's chest while he grabbed hold of her hips to give her support. As Elena pushed herself up, Damon helped, making sure she wouldn't quickly tire. Just as Elena was lowering herself back down, Damon thrust up to meet her, taking her breath away at the suddenness and intensity of it. Their hips began to move in unison, creating the perfect rhythm. Every stroke of his member inside the inner walls of her core, heated her blood. The look on Damon's face only intensified that heat. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes dark with lust. He looked more beautiful than she'd ever seen him before, and that was a very strong statement considering Damon's renown good looks.
Damon changed what he was doing with his hands slightly, every time her body lowered back down, his fingers quickly ghosted up the shape of her body and back down, reaching her hips just in time to pull her up once more. Elena began to make small circular movements with her hips in line with every thrust. As they both made the changes, the pace of their movements increased. So did their breathing. Their bodies became damp with sweat as they continued their union. Their moans of pleasure only accompanied by the slapping of skin against skin, being the only sound in the room.
Suddenly Damon sat up and wrapped his arms around Elena. He pulled her in tight and rolled them over, allowing him to be on top. Damon ran his hand down the side of Elena's body and pulled her knee up high to part her entrance further and give greater access. Damon lowered his face to Elena's and they began to kiss. It was in that moment Elena finally felt their souls completely unite as one. Damon was in her heart, mind, body and soul. He was her soulmate, and no matter how much she'd thought she loved Stefan before, it was nothing compared with what she felt now she was with Damon.
Damon was the missing part of her life which she'd craved since her parents died. He was the home she yearned for. The safety she had longed for. And now they were together, Elena was starting to feel whole again. Elena was also feeling the burning inside her building up, ready for yet another release. Their thrusts were too powerful for a human to withstand, while their hips moved in perfect synchronization to create the perfect rhythm for them both.
"I can't last much longer." Elena panted, lifting her head up and brushing her lips against Damon's.
"Me either." Damon whispered back as his hand slid between them and he started to massage her nub with considerable expertise.
The pace of their love making increased in pace, Elena's fingernails digging into Damon's back as she felt the first signs of her orgasm take hold. The throbbing inside her core turned into spasms of white hot pleasure, pulsating around Damon's member. The heat seemed to spread throughout her body, while electric currents were generated by Damon's fingers massaging her nub, sending the small sparks along every nerve in her body.
"Oh yes...yes...yes...oh...yes...oh yes...Damon, I'm...argh..." Elena cried out loudly as her body seemed to initially convulse in time with her core, the heat of pleasure washing over her. Her back arched and finally her body went rigid, as her fingernails dug into Damon's back, drawing blood. At that moment, Elena felt Damon's white hot seed spill into her overly sensitive core.
"Oh god...yes...fuck...yes...aargh..." Damon cried out as Elena managed looked up to his face just in time to see the expression of painful bliss on his face as he began to fall apart. He thrust deeper into her one more time before collapsing on her shoulder, his breaths uneven from his release.
After a few moments, Damon pushed himself up and kissed Elena on the nose, before pulling out of her and lying on his back. Elena rested her head on Damon's chest, her arm draped over him, while his were wrapped around her body, pulling her in. their legs entwined, ensuring there was as much skin to skin contact as possible.
"What are we going to do about Stefan?" Elena finally asked, breaking the silence.
Damon sighed. "Technically what we do together is no longer any of his concern." he said. "But I live with him and neither of us want to see him hurt..."
"He knows something in going on Damon." Elena interrupted him. "He knew about the blood sharing, and although I played innocent, he knew I would have stopped it if I wanted to. But I didn't. Every time there has been a problem since I turned, I've gone to you, not him. I also admitted to letting things get out of hand when I was learning how to feed, although I didn't tell him what actually happened. I think he suspects more happened than really did."
"I just don't think it's right to tell him just yet." Damon said. "Allow him a few days to get over the idea you've broken up. Lets see if he's still hell bent on finding this cure. Because if he's been suspecting something was going on between us and was still wanting to get the cure, he probably thinks you getting it will have you go running back to him."
"Do you think I'd do that?" Elena asked. "Do you think I only started to love you because I became a vampire?" she frowned. "Because all it did was help me distinguish between loving someone and being in love with someone. That's not going to change how I actually feel. I was already in love with you, but I didn't understand my feelings. It's a very powerful lesson I've learned and I can take it with me into a human life." Elena lifted herself up and cupped his face with one hand. "I love you Damon Salvatore. Whether I'm human or vampire, it doesn't matter. I want you for the rest of my life, or for all eternity. I don't mind either way she smiled, before pulling his face to hers and kissing him chastely on the lips. Elena lay her head back down on Damon's chest, hoping it was enough to reassure him.
"Well, I still think for the time being, it's best not to tell him. At least not this part." Damon said softly. "I don't fancy waking up with a stake in my chest."
"Yeah, you're probably right." Elena smiled as she closed her eyes.
"You need to get some rest." Damon whispered. "You're under command of Blondie the slave driver at the Lockwood's tomorrow to dress the house for the Miss Mystic Falls pageant. You're going to need all the rest you can get."
"Hey, Caroline's my best friend." Elena objected.
"That doesn't make her any less of a bossypants." Damon joked as Elena smiled.
Damon was right, it was going to be a busy day at the Lockwood's, and she was going to need to get some rest.
"Goodnight Damon." Elena whispered as her eyes began to droop.
"Goodnight Elena." Damon replied softly, kissing the top of her head as sleep finally took hold of Elena.
Elena awoke to the sound of her phone beeping, telling her she'd received a text. She opened her eyes, expecting to see Damon lying next to her, but he'd gone. She sat up and picked up her phone, and saw the perpetrator was Caroline, reminding her of her duties at the Lockwood's. Elena sighed and wondered what time Damon had left. She looked around to see if he'd left a note, but there was nothing. Elena frowned. She didn't for one minute think Damon was the type to just have a one night stand with her. Wracking her brain, she began to wonder if it had all been one of her dreams. Had she even split up with Stefan? Part of her wanted to text Damon and ask him, but what would she say? 'Hey Damon, did we have sex last night?' Elena didn't think that was a good idea.
Suddenly she had a brilliant idea. She got out of bed and headed towards to laundry basket to check how many towels were used the previous night. When she looked, she was disappointed to find only one towel was damp. Elena started to work back what had happened the previous night. Damon had saved her from the hunters curse and had been there when she woke. Elena then remembered she'd invited Stefan over. Damon had left and she'd showered before Stefan even arrived. She and Stefan had had the conversation on the porch where they'd split up. Elena had gone back inside and returned to bed. Damon probably didn't even know she and Stefan had split up.
Elena walked over to the hiding place under the loose floorboard where she kept her Damon dream diary and pulled it out. She sat down on the bed and opened it to the next page.
"Who knows..." Elena said to herself. "Maybe my next entry will be me finally describing the real thing, and not just a dream."
Elena smiled to herself at the thought and began to write. Dear Diary...
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