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
I never thought I'd write another entry in this diary again. I stopped after Damon and I got together. And we've had our ups and downs since, but I never had a dream so good that I felt the need to put it down in this diary again. I just hope we sort everything out and this is the last time I have to write in it.
So this is short and sweet. Damon and I broke up. He didn't realize I was Katherine, or more like Katherine was me. I was angry with him. He was angry with the Katherine me and did some pretty shitty things, including killing Aaron. He was acting out because Katherine was a bitch to him and he thought it was me. So he broke up with me because he thought he was bad for me and leading me down the wrong path. He did it because he loves me. And yeah, maybe we are bad for each other, it doesn't stop me from loving him.
I went along with his decision knowing full well it won't last long. I even emphasized how broken up we were and the previous night of passion was a mistake, but it was a lie, for his sake. It's just while we both cool down and start to pine for each other again, because it's inevitable we will. In fact I think a break will be the best thing for us right now. Once we resolve our issues, we'll be stronger for it as whenever we've had problems in the past, we always came back stronger.
You see, we're soulmates, but we both can be a little hot tempered. Probably because of heightened emotions from being vampires. But we can't be apart for long before it wears us down. We need each other. I'm the light to his darkness, and he keeps my dark side in check. Which is great, but can be problematic because I'm sometimes too forgiving because I love him.
Another issue is we have a tendency of doing bad things to save each other or help each other. Damon wanted to torture Liv to get her to talk. It wasn't necessary. I know I'm no better, if had been the other way around, I'd have done something bad too. We just have this need to protect and look after each other to the extent we will kill and hurt others. This was why I decided to step even further away for a while to think about how we can overcome our problems. We certainly can't do it while we're sharing a bed because we just get too carried away with each other.
The other serious problem we have is keeping our hands off each other. Straight after we broke up, we had the most unbelievable sex ever, all night. That's another problem, my libido can't live without him and nobody else would ever be good enough. He spoiled me in the bedroom. No other man or vampire has the chance of getting close to Damon in that department. And last night, he made damn sure I'd never look at another man. I also made sure he'd never look at another woman. We were making a point of proving nobody else would compare. It was either each other, or no one at all, because everything else would be a huge disappointment. And the reason is because we love each other too much, and that was why the sex was so amazing.
So what triggered the dream?
Well, we were at Jeremy's parent teacher conference, he knew I was still recovering from the mind blowing sex the night before. I couldn't concentrate on what the teachers were telling me. All I could think about were the things Damon can do to me and can make me feel.
Anyone reading this (not like I'd ever let anyone else ever read it) would think I have a one track mind, sex with Damon. We don't need sex to feel connected, that is something which comes automatically. But the physical contact, it makes it feel more real, because sometimes being with Damon doesn't feel real. Especially when you get to know the man beneath the sarcastic, arrogant cocky facade he puts up. Deep down, I get the impression he was sweet, kind and gentle as a human. Vampirism really did a number on him. I know this because I see it. And when we're in bed together, this side of Damon becomes even more obvious. He's not just physically naked, so is his soul. And I can't get enough of seeing that side of him. It's only when we're in bed is he comfortable enough to reveal this side of himself, and I can never get enough of it.
Actually, I'm quite glad I'm the only one who gets to see it. If he let everyone see this side of him, I'd be more scared of losing him. So him making people hate him through misconception, although annoying because my friends hate him, is also a blessing because so does everyone else. A little part of me suspects he does it on purpose and enjoys it. He does a little bit of a sadistic streak.
So back to the dream. Damon and I were at the parent/teacher conference, and I just went into a world of my own which involved me and Damon and a desk. Unfortunately Damon cut my daydream short by nudging me and telling me to pay attention to class. Luckily, last night I got to relive the dream in full, and boy was it worth the wait.
E
...the previous night's dream.
Elena was furious! She had just had the most humiliating conversation with one of Jeremy's teachers about his performance, or lack of it. Deep down, she'd known it was a mistake leaving her brother under the care of Damon. She'd done it to hopefully give Damon a sense of responsibility, and for Jeremy it gave added protection. Elena had hoped Damon might have been stricter on Jeremy's education, because no matter how much he mocked school and college, she knew Damon had gained a few degrees over the years, and there were times she realized he had genuinely studied. Elena had initially put this down to boredom, but she began to suspect Damon liked to know everything about everything and sometimes, that required a little hard work. On the other hand, Elena knew there was a chance Jeremy would just adopt Damon's lifestyle and be corrupted by it. But she had faith Damon would at least try to do the right thing by her, to take Jeremy on as a new project and do the best he could by him.
Realistically, Elena knew Matt would have been a better option and a be a good influence on Jeremy. But she didn't want to burden him with the responsibility as Matt was still only eighteen himself. He wasn't old enough to be the guardian of his ex girlfriend's brother. Therefore Elena had relied on Damon, which might have been a mistake, because what Elena suspected from their discussions with his teachers, was that the only reason Jeremy was still in school was because Damon had compelled the Principal not to kick him out. He'd been accused of a number of things, but the one that hurt her the most was the accusation of cheating. If it was true, something which Elena refused to believe, Jeremy must have decided was fine due to being raised with vampires. People who compelled others to get their own way, survived death, healed when injured and never got sick. Her brother was accustomed to everyone around him cheating the system one way or another. Had he decided cheating at school was his way of dealing with things? Elena hope his hatred of vampires had affected him enough to influence him not to. And this was why she and Damon were currently walking through the school halls arguing, as Damon believed the teachers assessment of Jeremy's behavior. Surely her boyfriend didn't know her own brother better than she did.
"Just because Jeremy's a bad student, it doesn't mean that he's cheating on Bonnie." Elena insisted as they made their way through the hallway full of parents, which considering she was barely older than the students made her feel very young.
"You're making excuses for someone you love. That's what you do. The worse the behavior, the more you try to defend it" Damon argued back.
"And you keep trying to make this about us." Elena sighed with frustration, knowing full well Damon was right in his assessment, but it wasn't something she wanted to admit.
"Yeah, because you keep trying to make it about anything else!" Damon argued as he slammed the double doors open and they entered a completely deserted hallway.
"You know what? Fine" Elena stopped in her tracks and turned to face Damon, who also stood still. "But don't pretend you came here for Jeremy. If you wanna talk about last night, talk"
"Here's the thing, Elena, I don't know what to say, or do. or think." Damon shook his head and rolled his eyes, before refocusing on Elena. "All I know is that right now..." his voice lowered as he pushed Elena backwards into the lockers like the predator he was and slammed his hand on the locker behind her. "I want to rip your clothes off right here in the middle of this hall." he told Elena in a voice which was so seductive and sexy, heat flooded to her core and she felt her panties dampen in anticipation. "And throw you into one of these classrooms and kiss every square inch of your body, while a bunch of people that drive minivans listen, wishing they were us." Damon added, his forehead almost touching hers while he licked his lips hungrily, but Elena knew it wasn't for food or blood. He was hungry for her. "That's probably a bad idea, right?" he added, clearly not agreeing with his own words.
Elena was floored by Damon's little speech. He made it sound sexy, dirty and completely delicious. Admittedly, what he was proposing was pretty risque and could be downright embarrassing if caught by the wrong people. But that was entirely the point. What Damon was suggesting was dangerous and sexy, although that wasn't unusual for their love life. They weren't exhibitionists, or into anything too kinky, but they'd agreed nothing was off the table as long as they both consented. And right then, at that moment, the thought of other people hearing them and getting off on what they heard, created such a throbbing sensation between Elena's thighs, it turned her on in ways she could never imagine, and suddenly it sounded like the best plan Damon had ever come up with.
Elena was lost for words, but Damon clearly needed an answer. Did she want to engage in dangerous adventurous sex? Of course she did. But was Damon merely bluffing or was his suggestion his true intention. Elena decided the only way to find out was to give him a neutral answer which Damon could take either way. "Right." she swallowed, hoping he it was what he wanted to hear.
"Right." Damon whispered with a mischievous look in his eyes, just as the bell rang. "See you in class..." he smirked as he walked away to find, what Elena presumed to be an empty classroom, while she just stood with her back up against the locker, practically on the verge of an orgasm simply from Damon's words.
Elena's mouth was still open when she watched Damon disappear into a classroom and took a deep breath. She needed to compose herself. They were mid argument, which meant this might be the last time they had sex for about forty eight hours. Given the choice, the idea of desiccating for a year seemed more appealing than going forty eight hours without sex with Damon. Deciding she was going to take charge of the situation, and make kinky even kinkier, Elena took a deep breath and headed towards the classroom door to where Damon was, taking deep strides along the way to enforce her confidence in her abilities to be the boss, or in this case, the teacher.
Elena opened the classroom door to see Damon alone, looking smoking hot, arms folded as he leaned up against the teacher's desk in one of the biology classrooms.
"Lucky us. First one's here." he said with a smirk on his face.
"Shut up." Elena told him sternly as closed the door behind her and locked it.
Elena vamp sped over to Damon and grabbed hold of his face as they started to kiss. Damon wrapped his arms around Elena's back, picked her up and sat her on the table, legs spread apart. Elena cleared a book from behind her, along with a glass conical flask, which crashed to the ground and shattered all over the floor.
"You okay?" Damon whispered, his ever protective nature was the only thing which would take priority to him over sex with her.
"Shh, I said no talking." Elena told him off sternly, putting her fingers to his lips as they began to kiss once more.
Elena wrapped her booted legs around Damon's waist and began to unbuckle his belt as he ran his hands up the outside of her thighs and up the side of her dress.
"What happens if I misbehave?" Damon mumbled into the kiss.
Elena pulled back and smirked. "You get punished." she smiled.
"I like the sound of that Miss Gilbert." Damon raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly do you plan on punishing me?" he asked as he began to kiss her neck.
"I...I..." Elena tried to think, however Damon was distracting her.
"Five seconds Miss Gilbert or it will be me punishing you." he growled.
"Um..." Elena's mind went blank, the thought of Damon punishing her sounded hot. Plus she could always get her own way the next time.
"Time's up Miss Gilbert." Damon said, pulling away from the kiss and much to Elena's disappointment, standing away from her and folding his arms. "Tut tut." he said shaking his head and looking at the shattered glass all over the floor. "Look at this mess. I think this calls for some extra tuition." he smirked. "How good are you at human biology? Specifically the reproductive organs." he narrowed his eyes. However Elena was too stunned to answer. "Hmm, cat got your tongue?" he teased, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe we need to look into the advantages a tongue can provide. Sit there." he looked at her lasciviously pointed to a desk with a chair behind it.
Elena did as she was told, deciding to play along. Damon was clearly up to something, and knowing him, he'd in all likelihood make it fun. As she looked around her and considered their location, Elena suspected it would be something they'd yet to indulge in, even though they'd both agreed it was something they both wanted to try out, role play. At the time they'd discussed it, Damon had insisted everything needed to be perfect and almost believable for it to live up to expectations, which was why they'd never taken it any further. Making role play realistic was not the easiest thing to plan, however their current situation played into the notion of teacher and student perfectly. And considering Damon's expertise in the subject of human biology, Elena decided it was more than fitting he took on the role of teacher.
Damon cleared the glass up and handed Elena the book which had fallen on the floor with the page already open at the human reproductive system while Damon walked back to the teachers desk and sat down in the chair behind it.
"So Miss Gilbert, could you please explain the results of your homework?" Damon asked.
Elena looked at Damon blankly, she had no idea what he was referring to, instead she just opted to play along. "Um I can't remember what my homework was Mr Salvatore." she replied meekly.
"Well, just as a recap, in your book there are pictures. What do you see?" Damon raised an eyebrow.
Elena decided the best way to play this would be to act as if she were in school and this was a real lesson. She looked through the pages in front of her before responding to Damon's question.
"These are pictures of male and female human genitalia." Elena replied.
"Good." Damon smiled. "Glad you've finally caught up. Now your homework was to explain how the reproductive system works." he smirked.
Elena took a deep breath and cleared her throat. Even though she was discussing this with Damon, she felt a little embarrassed although she had absolutely no idea why. It was as if she were having to stand in front of a class full of students explaining this. She suddenly felt a greater sense of appreciation towards biology teachers and how awkward it must be to teach the subject. But right now that was not her concern. Damon, wanted a technical explanation of how the human reproductive system worked, and Elena intended to give him the correct version.
"For the human body to procreate, the male must insert his genitalia inside a woman while she is ovulating and release his sperm in the hope of fertilization and creating an embryo." Elena explained. "Once the embryo..." she started but Damon coughed, stopping her in her tracks.
"That's a little vague Miss Gilbert." Damon chastised her. "How would a woman know she is at her most fertile time?" he asked.
"There are charts and ways to assess the optimum time to procreate." Elena shrugged.
"And what is the best method to ensure pregnancy happens?" Damon raised his eyebrow.
"Multiple attempts." Elena suggested.
Damon smiled. "That's more like it. I need specifics." he nodded. "What else do humans use sex for?" he asked.
Elena thought for a moment. "It is used when two people are bonding." she explained. "It is especially important for partners and potential parents to bond to ensure the offspring is raised by both parents. Sex is one of the methods used during the bonding process." she said.
"And this bonding process is known as...?" Damon stood up and started writing the word 'SEX!' in capital letters on the chalkboard, underlining it three times.
"Falling in love?" Elena shrugged.
"Correct Miss Gilbert." Damon turned around and smirked. "So you clearly understood the basics of your homework. But I was hoping for a slightly more in-depth explanation of the act itself." he told her. "From your description, you make it sound as though a man can just walk up to a woman and insert his penis inside her. Is that how sex works?" he asked.
"No." Elena lowered her eyes.
"What needs to happen?" Damon smirked, clearly knowing he was embarrassing Elena and thoroughly enjoying it. Therefore Elena opted for an even more studious approach.
"For a man's penis to successfully enter a woman's vagina and be able release sperm, it has to be erect." Elena explained.
"And what creates an erection?" Damon asked.
"More blood flow to the penis." Elena frowned, frantically trying to remember the exact process from her class, and failing miserably.
"And what stimulates the blood to flow in that direction?" Damon sighed with mock frustration.
Elena swallowed, Damon had been taunting her to describe how to turn a man on. "A mixture of relaxation and hormones." she suggested, knowing full well that Damon would never settle for that answer.
However Damon surprised her by not responding to her answer. Instead he listened and nodded, writing something down on a piece of paper before turning his attention back to Elena.
"So, for arguments sake, lets say the man is in a fully functional state and ready to at least practice procreating. Is the man being erect all that is needed for a man to enter a woman's vagina?" he asked.
The change of subject surprised Elena, however this question was slightly more difficult to answer. How to achieve sexual arousal in a woman and the varying methods of turning her on were not covered in her biology classes.
"Although it is technically possible for a man to enter a woman who isn't ready for sex, it can be extremely uncomfortable for the woman. In fact it can be uncomfortable for both the man and woman." Elena replied, but decided to continue before Damon could ask more questions. "To ensure the sexual act is comfortable for both, the female needs to secrete sufficient vaginal fluids to act as a lubricant." she said smugly.
"Hmm." Damon frowned. Again instead of diving in deeper he scribbled more words down with a thoughtful look on his face. As Elena examined him, she decided he looked good as a teacher. She'd have certainly been more attentive in class if he'd have been teaching her.
Once he'd finished, he got up with the paper in his hand, walked over to her desk and threw it in front of her. Damon had written the letter D in red with a large circle around it.
"What's this?" Elena asked, completely forgetting they were in a role play situation.
"You got a D in your homework Miss Gilbert." Damon sighed. "I'm sure if you'd have put your mind to it, you could have done far better." he shrugged. "But it seems you don't quite understand how the reproductive side of the body works. I guess you are looking to potentially fail this topic."
"But I do understand it Mr Salvatore!" Elena insisted defiantly. "Well sort of."
"The homework was set to prove your understanding." Damon chided her. "Not only did you fail to provide the homework I set you in writing, but when I gave you the opportunity to go through it verbally instead, your explanations fell short. What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked.
Elena thought for a moment. If she'd have been asked these questions four years ago, she'd have probably lacked the knowledge Damon wanted to hear. There were no lessons to explain the exact science of turning your partner on. By the age of fifteen, she'd heard enough about the ins and outs of sex from her fellow students who were already engaging in sexual activities. Therefore, to achieve the perfect role play, Elena decided to tap into the innocence she had when she was only fourteen.
"Well Mr Salvatore." Elena started. "I can only tell you what is in the text book. What you want from me requires a far more advanced imagination than I currently possess. I suspect I may have missed the class when you went through the exact details of how to make a penis erect, or how to help a woman produce enough vaginal fluids to assist penetration." she smirked. "So unless you have an additional lesson planned, or can give me extra tuition on the subject, I fear I am going to fail this particular part of the course." she sighed sadly. "Can you help me pass?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
Damon returned to his desk and narrowed his eyes at her, clearly going through the possible options open to them.
"Okay." Damon sighed. "One extra lesson to see if we can pull your grades up. Would you like it now?" he asked.
"Please." Elena grinned.
"Fine." Damon smirked. "First the easy part. Both male and females require stimulation." he explained. "Think of it as a five digit code to unlock a door." he told Elena, who was getting confused. This was not what she was expecting. But she knew Damon sometimes loved a slow build up and Elena suspected this was what he was up to right now as he continued. "Each digit is a sense. Sight, sound, smell, taste and touch." he explained. "Every individual is different in their needs to truly attain the perfect arousal. Which is why we must examine each one individually." he told her with a wicked smile. "Which sense would you like to start with?" he asked.
"Smell." Elena told him.
"Okay." Damon grinned. "Stand right here." he said, pointing to a spot just in front of his desk.
Elena left her seat and stood exactly where Damon told her to, while he left her there as he went to the storage room. When he returned, he held ear protectors, a towel and his belt in his hands. Elena raised an eyebrow at the selection.
"What is that all for?" she frowned.
"I'm taking away the other four senses, that way you can concentrate on one. Your sense of smell." Damon explained. "Once I've blindfolded you and removed as much sound as possible, I want you to tell me what you can smell and how it affects you." he told her. "We'll go through all five senses. And as this is about both a man and a woman, I'll join in with the practical as well." he assured her. Firstly he took her hands and placed them behind her back, wordlessly tying them together with his belt. He then placed the cloth over her eyes, so she could no longer see. "It won't completely take away sound, but this is the best I can do." Damon told her as he put the ear defenders over her ears, muffling the noise around her.
After a moment, Elena's senses adjusted. When they became vampires, their senses became heightened to not only to hunt prey, but to protect themselves. However these heightened senses could be a pain in the ass in every day life, therefore vampires tended to ignore them most of the time and only use them when necessary. After a while they found that they had to focus to use their senses.
The sense they used the least was smell. This was intentional as not all smells were particularly pleasant, and it was rarely needed for hunting prey. It was mainly used when tracking a missing loved one or the enemy. Therefore when Elena was forced to focus on it, everything smelled particularly pungent. However the strongest smell was chalk dust.
"I can smell chalk dust. It makes me think of school." Elena sighed, wondering if that was the answer Damon was looking for. Elena's question was soon answered when she was enveloped in the most wonderful smell. The scent was one she was extremely familiar with and was her favorite in the entire world. "I can smell you." she smiled dreamily. "Your cologne and bourbon. There's a hint of sex from last night, unless it's your hormones being affected right now." she told him. "It makes me feel safe and warm. It feels like I'm home. The smell makes me want to taste you and kiss you..." she started, however Damon took her ear muffs off and removed her blindfold.
"Very good Miss Gilbert." Damon smiled, reverting straight back into their role play as he walked behind her back and untied her wrists. "I think we can raise your grade to a C minus."
"Thank you Mr Salvatore." Elena replied as he handed her the belt, ear muffs and blindfold, which she put on. Elena stood away from Damon for a moment, deciding what to do. She could stand next to him and he could describe her like she had him, but Elena wanted to do something more when she had an idea. Her fangs elongated and she bit down on her wrist, drawing blood. The wound healed almost immediately, however a small amount of her blood was still on her wrist. She walked over to Damon and raised her arm to his nose.
"I smell blood." Damon told her in a gruff voice. "Your blood. It makes me feel angry and scared because I think someone might have hurt you. The smell makes me want to protect you, hold you safe in my arms." he said as Elena decided she'd had enough teasing.
Elena removed the sense restraints from Damon, however he was too quick for her and licked the blood from her wrist, sending a shiver of desire down her spine. She decided she liked this game, and when they were over their argument and back home together, they'd need to indulge in some sense restriction sex.
"What's next?" Elena asked.
"Sound." Damon told her. "I wont tie your hands if you promise not to touch me." he said as Elena nodded. Damon put the makeshift blindfold over her eyes once more. "Can you see anything?" he asked.
"No." Elena replied.
"Good." Damon replied huskily into her ear, close enough so she could feel his hot breath wash over her skin. "I want you to imagine I'm kissing your neck." he told her as Elena nodded confirming it was exactly what she was thinking about. "My lips are making their way down to your breasts as I rip open your dress. I'm running my hands down your body, my fingers into your panties..."
"Oh yes." Elena panted, as the thought of Damon doing those things to her were seriously turning her on.
"That's enough." Damon told her as he removed the blindfold. "Your turn." he smirked as if it were a challenge.
Elena placed the blindfold around Damon's eyes and stood next to his ear. She'd had an idea which she hoped would work, it usually did without a blindfold.
"You're stood behind me and your hand is in my panties." Elena continued where Damon left off. "I'm rotating my hips, grinding them up against yours, just to make sure I can feel every part of your body behind me." she said seductively. "Now do you want me to unbutton your jeans, pull down your zipper and take you in my hands?" she asked as her eyes dropped to look at the growing bulge in Damon's jeans.
"Yes." he whispered hoarsely.
Elena removed his blindfold. "Sorry, that would be cheating." she smiled as Damon scowled at her.
"You've only raised your grade to a C with that little stunt Miss Gilbert." he told her.
"But I thought we were only exploring the sense of sound, not touch." Elena replied innocently. "Which sense are we exploring next? she asked.
"Sight!" Damon replied grumpily.
"Do you want to go first this time Mr Salvatore?" Elena teased after she had a sudden brainwave. "It might help improve my grade." she told him.
"If you wish." Damon shrugged.
"Sit there!" she instructed, pointing towards his chair. Damon did as he was told while Elena took his wrists, and tied his hands behind his back with his belt.
"Mmm, kinky." Damon grinned, momentarily stepping out of character as Elena walked a few paces away from him, before turning to face him.
"Shut up!" Elena snapped as she undid the top two buttons of her denim dress.
Elena pulled the dress apart as far as it would go, revealing the top of her black lace bra and her plunging cleavage. Gradually she opened the final top button just above her belt as she slowly walked over to where Damon was sat. Elena leaned over and gave Damon a close up view of her bra clad breasts, before standing back up straight and pulling her dress even wider apart. Damon's mouth was agape as she began to fondle her own breasts. Damon stood up to try and get closer, however, every time he did, Elena teasingly, took a step back.
"Now that is being mean." Damon growled.
"I know." Elena whispered seductively.
"Untie me." Damon demanded.
"And if I do?" Elena asked.
"I promise you won't regret it." Damon looked at Elena beseechingly.
"Not yet." Elena smirked. "Now sit back down." she told him as Damon pouted and sat down on the chair.
Elena knelt down in front of Damon and undid the button on his jeans and lowered his zipper, pulling his jeans down, with the help of Damn who lifted his hips. Elena then took his member in her hands and licked swiped her tongue around the end, licking away the pre-cum which was seeping from the tip.
"Fuck!" he moaned.
Elena wrapped her hand around Damon's shaft and began to pump it, slowly at first, gathering pace as he became harder and harder. His lips were slightly parted short breaths coming from his mouth, and his pupils dilated with desire. When Elena was satisfied Damon was worked up sufficiently she stopped, causing Damon to pout.
"I think that we've finished covering touch." Elena smiled. "I believe the final sense is taste." she said as she took him in her mouth.
Damon threw his head back and moaned with pleasure as she used her hand to help with the rhythm. She kept her eyes trained on Damon's face, watching every expression of lust and desire, behind which, Elena was the driving force. There was however, an expression Elena had rarely seen before when she was using her mouth on him, frustration. Elena suspected this was because Damon loved running his fingers through her hair when she did this, and right now, he was tied up, unable to touch her. She took his balls in one hand and began to massage them. A moment later her mouth sucked on them before she flattened her tongue and ran it up the underside of his member. Elena then took his length in her mouth once more, relaxing her gag reflex and taking him in as far as she could. Her hand began to pump furiously as Damon moaned with pleasure, enough to tell Elena he was close. Elena hummed, which she knew Damon loved.
Suddenly Damon's hips bucked. "Oh yes...Elena...fuck!" he cried. "Argh." he threw his head back as Elena took him in as far as she could to allow his seed to slip down her throat. She looked up at his face where his lips were parted, his eyes shut tight and his brow creased with the blissful agony of his release.
Elena loved seeing him look like that. The sense of triumph in the knowledge she was the only one who was now capable of bringing the man, previously deemed to be a monster, Damon Salvatore to his knees. And although they were technically broken up, deep down Elena knew it was just a spat with Damon fighting against his insecurities, especially those surrounding him and Elena. His natural instinct was to protect her, and he believed by them breaking up, he was doing the right thing even if he didn't want to break up with her.
Damon's insecurities were one of the biggest issues in their relationship, and this was something which needed to be resolved. It would take time, and there would be hurdles along the way, but Elena knew they were strong enough to weather any storm, she just needed to know his problems and their root cause. Until they revealed themselves, Elena simply wanted to make Damon feel better, and when she saw him come, she knew it was only a minor thing, but it was a type of relief, albeit temporary, he needed from whatever mental anguish was afflicting at that given point in time.
Damon opened his eyes and looked at Elena with a look of such adoration, her heart melted, and she knew she couldn't leave him, ever. Looking like that, made her think of an adorable puppy. Admittedly at times he was more like a vicious, murderous, adorable puppy, but nobody was perfect. Elena's own hands were tainted with blood, meaning she couldn't not forgive him of his transgressions, which was the root cause of their problems.
Elena walked behind the chair and untied Damon's hands. As soon as she did, Damon quickly stood up, turned around, took her face in his hands and kissed her with a passion, ferocity and an element of desperation, of which Elena had never experienced from Damon before. His kiss made it quite clear they were far from over, which suited Elena fine as there was no way she was going to let Damon go without a fight, although he needed to think she would, just to make sure he never pulled another idiotic stunt by thinking he was bad for her again. Damon just needed reminding how good they were for each other.
Just as Elena began to run her fingers through Damon's hair, he pulled away from the kiss, with a mischievous glint in his eye and Elena knew he was planning some kind of revenge.
"Well Miss Gilbert, I think you've been very naughty." he said shaking his head. "You need to be punished." he smirked. "Turn around and face the desk." Damon demanded.
Elena did as she was told, wondering if what Damon had planned for her was what she hoped he'd do, it didn't take long for her to find out. Damon pulled her tights and panties down as far as they would go and pushed her forward so she was lying face down on the desk. Damon lifted her dress and Elena knew what was coming. Elena smiled in anticipation. They'd indulged in this type of activity before and Elena had found it surprisingly enjoyable. Damon never hit her very hard, even though her pain tolerance as a vampire was high. Instead it was almost a tickle.
Damon didn't need to tell Elena to part her legs. He would massage her clit while he smacked her, heightening her pleasure as he flooded her senses. Elena's mind was already on overdrive with their little sex game.
After the fifth slap he stopped and Elena wondered what he was doing. He spread her legs further apart, although her tights were restricting her, and she suddenly felt his tongue inside her coming from behind while his thumb continued to massage her clit. Elena grabbed onto the desk, as she felt heat quickly pool into the pit of her stomach. Damon had never taken her from behind using his mouth before, and it felt so good she whimpered with pleasure.
Damon slowly inserted two fingers into Elena's core while his thumb continued to massage on her clit as Elena continued to moan with pleasure in synchronization with the heat building inside her. Suddenly Damon stopped and yanked her boots off, followed by her tights and panties. He stood up and spun her around so she was on her back, swung her around so the she was lying lengthwise. Damon placed her feet flat, almost on the edge of the desk, lifting her knees and parting her legs. Immediately his mouth found her nub and fingers found her core.
Every suck on the bundle of nerves which made up her nub sent electricity throughout her body. Every lick of her folds created an almost heated numbness, and every time his fingers pumped on her core, the hot ache and throbbing inside her grew. Elena raised her head to watch Damon, who had his eyes trained on her face in anticipation of the moment of her release. She grabbed hold of Damon silky soft hair, pressing his head closer to her. A glint in his eyes appeared as he knew this was a sign Elena was close. As her instinct to over, grabbing Damon's hair had become something she always did, she couldn't help it. However, this automatic reaction also gave Damon the impetus to increase his pace with his thrusting fingers, to bring Elena even more pleasure, which was exactly what he had begun to do the moment she grabbed his hair.
The throbbing inside her core suddenly gave way to white hot numbing spasms, causing her hips to buck. Her nub and folds were working together shooting electricity throughout her body as the lava of hot desire in the stomach finally erupted.
"Oh my god Damon." she cried, her body initially writhing in pleasure, as Damon managed to keep up with her, knowing her every move. "Oh yes...fuck...argh..." Elena's voice whispered, unable to produce anything more as her entire body enjoyed wave after wave of exquisite pleasure overtake her.
Soon her climax reached it's absolute peak. Her back arched, her body went rigid, Elena had lost the ability to breathe, such as was the intensity of the orgasm. At this point, Damon slowed down his ministrations. He knew Elena's body well enough to know she was coming down from her high, and over-stimulation would be too much for her to continue. Damon stood up as Elena's body relaxed, allowing her to momentarily catch her breath before she sat up, because although she'd given Damon pleasure, Elena wanted to make sure he was ready for what came next, and if not, she was prepared to give a helping hand. Elena was always in charge of that decision, although it was a pretty much foregone conclusion as to the outcome.
"Hard already?" Elena asked looking at him.
"It's what you do to me." Damon smiled. "Just watching you come makes me want you." he growled as he kissed her, allowing her to taste herself on his lips, as if proof of him being the one to make her feel good.
Elena took Damon's erect length in her hand and began to stroke it, just to make sure he was perfectly ready for the task ahead.
"So Mr Salvatore." Elena said quietly, reverting back to character. "What punishment do yo have for me now?" she asked innocently as she pressed his length against her core and along her folds, coating his member with her juices for added lubrication.
"You temptress." Damon admonished her. "It's going to be bad you know." he shook his head and sighed.
Damon suddenly smirked. He pulled Elena off the desk, spun her around and pressed her body so that it was facing down on the desk. Damon then parted Elena's legs and gradually pushed himself inside her core, deeper and deeper, until he could go no further. Slowly he pulled out of her before thrusting back inside with one powerful push, taking Elena's breath away as he stretched and filled her. Elena loved it when he did this and had made it quite obvious in the past it was something she enjoyed, especially when he made his next move by pulling out once more and slapping her on the backside before slamming back into her.
"Oh fuck!" Elena panted at the amazing sensation in her body Damon was creating, however he was just getting started, and Elena knew she was in for a wonderful ride.
Damon held onto Elena's hips and began to pound in and out of her as she pushed herself up and rested on her elbows, moving her hips in unison with his. The angle of penetration allowed Damon to penetrate deeper and into her more sensitive areas, which in turn created a more intense sensation. It wasn't the most intimate position, however Elena decided it definitely 'hit the spot' when it came to the sheer pleasure of penetrative sex. The lack of intimacy and not being able to see Damon's face was its downfall, and without a mirror it had its limitations. Elena never felt entirely satisfied if she didn't see Damon's face when he reached his own climax. Therefore, without a mirror, it was only the precursor to main event.
As soon as Damon pulled out, Elena stood up and faced him. She grabbed his face with her hands and kissed him passionately, while Damon picked her up by her waist and placed her on the desk. Almost identical to the position they'd started in when they entered the classroom.
Although Elena hadn't bothered to look, and she had decided not to look, if anyone had been watching, she hoped they'd enjoyed the show as much as she had, because she no longer cared if anyone was watching them. She was enjoying herself far too much, and knew the best bit was about to start.
"I want to fuck you hard!" Damon growled into Elena's ear as..
"Is that a promise?" Elena raised an eyebrow.
Damon pushed Elena's legs over his shoulders, completely exposing her core. He wrapped one arm under her dress and around her back as he entered her once more, slamming into her almost violently. Elena wrapped on hand around Damon's neck, her fingernails gently scratching his scalp, while she dug the fingers of her other hand into the cheek of his behind to ensure he penetrated her as deeply as possible.
As vampires had a higher pain tolerance, sex tended to be more aggressive. Their bodies were more sensitive to the sensual touch, allowing a more pleasurable experience by mixing powerful movements on top of the tenderness. The hand which Damon had wrapped around Elena's back was stroking her skin with delicate traces, sending shivers of desire down her spine.
The sex became aggressive and desperate as their bodies moved together as one. They kissed passionately, with fire which burned all the way down into the molten lava pit of desire in the pit of Elena's stomach. One which was burning so hot, she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Damon's other hand reached for Elena's clit as he began to massage it gently. This was a sure sign Damon was close. Which Elena was fine with as the moment he touched her, she knew she only had seconds left until the fire and lava erupted and flowed down her increasingly throbbing core.
"Harder...harder...harder..." Elena desperately pleaded to Damon, who responded by pounding into with even more aggression, as the sound of slapping skin got louder. It was however, unable to drown out their moans of pleasure and panting.
As soon as Damon responded, so did Elena's body. The throbbing in her core turned into spasms of ecstasy. Her folds burned numb and the electricity of pleasure which ran throughout her body was connected to the small bundle of nerves of her nub. Elena gripped tightly onto Damon as her body shook with pleasure while Damon sped up, indicating he was also about to climax.
"Fuck me Damon..." Elena squealed. "Oh yes...yes...argh!" she cried as her back arched and body went rigid while Damon pounded into her tow more times.
"Elena..." Damon growled as he pressed his forehead against hers. "Fuck...oh...uh..." he cried as Elena felt him find his release inside her. As he did, Elena grabbed Damon's behind with both hands, pressing him inside her for as long as was possible, allowing his seed to fill her. They both suddenly broke out into laughter as Elena lowered her legs from Damon's shoulders, wrapped them around his waist to make sure he wasn't going anywhere, before kissing him.
Only then did Elena close her eyes and rest her head on Damon's shoulders to recover from the amazing orgasm. As she did, it suddenly occurred to her anyone could have been watching them. Shock hit her at what they'd done as she lifted her head and opened one eye to to see if anyone had been watching them. But to Elena's surprise, all she saw was the glass eye of her bear staring back at her while one of her pillows was stuck under her chin. Elena sat up in shock realizing for the first time in over a year, she'd dreamed about having sex with Damon. She looked around the dorm, only to see Bonnie fast asleep in her bed.
Elena got out of bed and opened the top drawer of her dresser and pulled out an old book from underneath the clothes at the back. She closed the drawer took a pen from the top of her dresser before leaving her dorm to go sit at the window at the end of the hallway. She opened the page, noting the last time she wrote was the first time she and Damon had been together. It was the only entry she'd made which wasn't based upon a dream. At that point Elena never expected her and Damon to ever be apart again, and believed it would be her final entry. How wrong could she have been. It seemed their friends and world was against them, but the universe was too.
Maybe part of the reason she'd dreamed about Damon was not because of the sexual attraction, but because that was all it ever should be, a dream, never reality, because the reality was they were bad as a couple. Elena yawned, tired of thinking, instead she decided to write, get it out of her system and decide how she and Damon should progress going forward. Friends or a couple on a break trying to work out how to be the best for each other.
Elena turned the page, put her pen to paper, and started to write. Dear Diary...
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