Somebody to you
Category: TV Shows » Vampire Diaries
Author: JustLola
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Humour

Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Disclaim: I do not own Vampire Dairies. Or any songs, movies or artists or phones or phone applications I refer to in this fanfiction.

N/A : So guys I know I take like forever to update. Sorry. Hectic few weeks that I have had. I can't even explain how hectic or stressful it has been but here is a new update and I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It had me smiling! Will update soon just rounding of Chapter 14, Remember to review!

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Elena's POV

After we went to the administrational office and pleaded my case and why I wanted to go home, why Damon wanted to take me, the lady told me it's fine and that she would sign me out. She understood why I wanted to go home, hell she even felt sorry for me because that was all I could tell when looking at her sad face. Hell I just saw a video of my ex-boyfriend fucking a girl that was not me in the gym bathroom.

Damon leads me to his car without another word, there wasn't really anything that could be said that would make me feel better about the situation. There was nothing. Damon understood that and he didn't push me he just took my hand into his as we drove to my house, and he would squeeze it every once in a while. I appreciated it. The thing was I wasn't even that upset but the thing is it hurt. The betrayal hurt. And the fact that everyone knew but me. Everyone knew about Stefan and Rebekah's little rustle in the gym bathroom but me. And the person who thought that it was a good thing to send it around as a mass text was really a heartless bastard.

I'm sure I would have found out. I would have heard from someone. Damon was about to tell me. Maybe that's why he took my phone in the first place and he had deleted the message. Someone might have seen and sent the second one. Someone out there wanted to hurt me, because they were adamant that I should watch the fucking video.

I pull my phone out and look at the text that still lingered on my phone. The mass text I never opened. "You should just delete it." I hear Damon say and I sigh.

"I will." I reply and then he squeezes my hand again. "Is that what you did when you took my phone?" I ask as I stare at the screen. It vibrates again. And there is a second message but it's on Whatsapp.

"Yes. You shouldn't have to watch it." Damon says and I nod my head even if he doesn't see it. I swipe my screen open and instantly delete the message not even bothering to open the text. Because why should I watch it if Tyler was an ass to shove it into my face like it didn't even matter.

"What did Rebekah mean when she said she has been fucking Stefan?" I ask because when someone says that they have been fucking it implies that this has been going on for a long period of time and it wasn't just a once of thing. I go to my Whatsapp and look at the message that's waiting for me. It's a picture from a number that I do not know. Must be the wrong number. But I open it nether the less and download the picture.

"I'm not sure Elena…" Damon says and he seems sincere in his answer. But he has never given me a reason to doubt him. I look to him and his eyes remain on the road a head as he focus's on driving. When the picture is just about done downloading another one is sent and I sigh. Then the first picture is complete and it opens up to Stefan and Rebekah making out in his car. I stare at the picture in shock and then close it, the second picture pops up and it's yet again another picture of them… naked.

Then there is a message. 'Remember two weeks ago when Stef took Bekah home because she refused to go with Damon? Remember how he texted Damon she got sick? It doesn't seem like she got sick by the way they are making out and then casually had sex in the back of his car… And last week when Ric chased him away for hitting Damon… It seems when you didn't go with him he took Bekah home again… By the way that video of them was taken last week Monday when he missed lunch. And today they just got caught by the teacher. I'm sorry that you are the last to know… I wanted to tell you sooner. I'm sorry.' I read the message and I don't know whether to be angry or sad or pissed or anything because what the fuck.

All this time… All this fucking time he's been with Rebekah. And I know this is true because I can see the clothes he's wearing and I can remember him wearing them. And it all makes so much sense right now that my brain hurts thinking about it. I look from the screen to Damon, did he maybe know but he never told me?

"Damon did you know about Stefan and Rebekah?" I say a bit more firmly and he glances at me for a second and then looks back to the road. "Damon just don't lie to me, did you know?" I ask, his hand remain over mine as he continues to drive.

"No I didn't but I suspected something was going on with him." He replies, taking a turn into my road.

"What do you mean?" I ask because I needed to know what the hell was going on, I needed to know the truth because this basically meant that our whole little relationship thing or whatever we had was a lie, it was a complete sham.

"He was always out, never at home and then that Sunday I came over to you and you asked me where he was, he told me he was going to you and then when I passed your house his car wasn't here and I took the chance and texted you." I could recall him telling me he does not know where Stefan is that Sunday. He told me he had no idea where he was when Stefan told him that he was with me.

"And the Monday?" I ask because then again Stefan had called me but he didn't tell me where he was, he just told me he was failing biology.

"The same story." Damon replied as he turned into our drive way and he parked the car.

"He's failing biology." I say and it's quite random but it's the only thing that comes to mind when I think of that day because that was the only thing I was lead to believe was wrong.

"No he's not. He has like straight A's." Damon replied and now I'm frowning. Had Stefan been lying about that, does that mean he had been lying about everything? What was his game, what was he getting out of fake dating me and then humiliating me in front of everyone? I mean he didn't seem like this at the beginning. Well if you think of it, it was rather reversed, Damon was the rude one and Stefan the perfect one and now it's like a 180 degree turn that both of them made. What was he out to do? I can't help the tear that rolls down my cheek as I stare to my phone, the screen blank as the light has gone off.

"He played me…" I say but I don't even know what I'm saying because nothing what Stefan ever did made any sense to me. Nothing made sense. Not him being the perfect boyfriend, not Damon, not even what I did made any sense but it hurt. What did he gain by humiliating me in front of the whole school? I mean seriously? I had done no one harm. I never bad mouthed any one or gossiped. I was a good girl. I was sweet and innocent. I was Elena Gilbert.

"Elena don't say that." Damon says and he seems angry that I would have ever said such a thing.

"But he did Damon, he played me, who knows what he really wanted from me and well he didn't get it." I say almost turning in my seat as I look towards Damon, his eyes are a dark shade of blue, the same shade I saw when he punched Stefan. He must be anger and he surely looked angry.

"I have no idea what his intention was with you okay, but surely he didn't get what he was looking for. But you know what? I got you. And I am not Stefan, I won't fuck this up. I won't do that to you." Damon says as he places his hand to my cheek forcing me to look at him. "I'm in love with you." He whispers and his voice calms and it's calming to my soul as he softly places a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

"I know Damon…" I say and he was right, he never made me doubt him, he never lied to me, if there was one thing, it was that Damon Salvatore didn't lie he didn't need to because he was straight forward and he told you it like it was, he didn't hide behind anything. "You're much better." I say and you know what I had no reason to be angry at Stefan or sad, yes I was betrayed but I betrayed him as well it was 50/50 and well everything cancelled each other out in the end. I didn't feel guilty that I had fallen in love with Damon and I don't regret anything that had happened. So I leaned over the console of the car and I pressed my lips to Damon's lips.

He seems surprised but then he relaxes into the kiss and his lips mould against mine and it just feels so perfect. The only feeling that I feel is complete bliss as I dart my tongue into him mouth and I wrap my arm around his neck to pull him closer even thou it's hard seeing that we are in the car and there is a gear lever preventing me to throw myself into his lap and just give into the temptation that is Damon Salvatore.

His tongue seems uncertain as it moves beyond my lips and then it laps at my tongue and I shiver. He seems reserved so when I pull away from him to look at him, his eyes are focused on mine, they are pleading with me and I have no idea for what they are pleading.

"We shouldn't do this out here." He breaths and that has me smiling because I almost thought that he was going to stop whatever this is by saying we should not do it. I casually look around and it seems that the coast is clear and my parents are nowhere to be seen. Well even the back of his car looked tempting as hell but he was right, we didn't want to end up like Rebekah and Stefan, with people taking pictures of us while we enjoy ourselves and it's not even to say that we were going to do something.

"Then let's go inside." I casually whisper and there is this smirk on his lips and I love that smirk, I love the way he smiles. I get out of his car and I just can't close the door fast enough, nor can I walk fast enough to the front door, it feels like Damon's dragging me along and then we can't get the door unlocked and I just want to get inside the house and place my lips to his.

As soon as the door is open, we slip in and it's closed and locked and I'm not sure where we are heading but the stairs are underneath my feet and then I'm leading Damon into my room and he kicks the door closed and I lead him to my bed but before we reach it he grabs a hold of me and swing me around to face him. There's that sparkle I had longed to see since this weekend.

I feel his hand on my cheek as I look up into his unreal blue eyes and he softly strokes my cheek like it's a normal thing, an everyday thing. But it's soft and gentle as he stroke up from my jaw to my cheek and he smiles when he sees me smile and lean into his touch.

Every time Damon has touched me his fingers were soft and caring and there was no pain only joy. I once read a quote by Inin Thomas "The conversation between your fingers and someone else's skin, this is the most important discussion you can ever have." Those words so true when it's Damon's fingers to my skin, his lips touching my own.

I lean in closer and my lips barely touch his before he pulls away and he smiles at me. "You know this isn't what I want from you…" he says and I frown. "I don't just want to feel your body against mine… I want your heart to belong to me, to love me like the way I love you." His eyes meet mine again and I understand, this isn't about the physical attraction, or about sex or kissing he wanted more out of this with me.

"I know…You know what I want?" I say as I lean in again and I kiss his lips softly pulling him to me.

"What?" he asks as he claims my lips for a few seconds before pulling back.

"I want love, passion, honesty and companionship… Sex that drives me crazy and conversations that drive me sane… And I want that with you." I say and in all honestly that's what I wanted and right now I could not explain the need I felt to feel his skin against mine, his hands on me, his lips, oh dear God he would be the death of me. I was beyond lustful at this moment and it was driving me crazy. Was it the fact that I knew that there was nothing holding us back this time? That there would be no guilt trip no bad feelings I was free to feel everything I wanted at Damon's hands?

His lips are on mine in an instant and they are hot and heavy and they part mine as his tongue seeks entrance into my mouth and I grant him entrance as we take a step back to the bed, before I know what's happening I am on my back, the back of my knee had hit the bed sending me backwards and Damon soon followed as he covered my body with his own. My hands are on his side and in his hair and I just need to grab a hold of something to feel him close to me, to pull him closer to me.

He tastes sweet, sweeter than he had on Friday. I need to memorize this taste because I just never wanted to forget how it felt to be with him. I part my legs as he nestles in between them and we are fully on the bed right now but still we were too far apart from each other. I nibble at his bottom lip and I tug recklessly at his shirt because I want it off, I want to feel all the things he had made me feel Friday night. I wanted to forget this shitty world we live in just for a while because the world can wait.

He smiles against my lips kissing me once more before pulling up to pull his shirt over his head and then I see his naked chest and I want to blush so badly because he is perfection, every muscle that I feel underneath my fingertips, because I want to feel him and touch him. He looks down to me his eyes filled with wonder as he reaches for the hem of my shirt, and then there's this pause and his eyes ask me permission and I smile because even in all this he was still a gentleman. He was still my Damon.

He slowly pulls my shirt up and away from my stomach and then over my chest and then my bra is in view and I need to sit up and help him to remove my shirt and we are successful as it falls to the floor somewhere in the room, I lay back down on my bed and I look at his eyes. Their watching me, my ever move, making me feel somewhat nervous. He placed his hand palm down on my stomach and I shiver.

Then the other, and they slowly move up over my stomach to my rib cage and then they stop just beneath my breasts. I don't want him to stop. I just want to re-live the feelings he made me feel last Friday. He smiles up to me and I smile back, even thou my cheeks are heating up and I feel like I can't breathe because this man takes my breath away. "Something wrong?" Damon asks and I just shake my head from side to side.

"No…" I shiver as he trails his fore finger over my rib cage down to my navel.

"You sure?" he asks and I nod my head to him before he leans in closer and he kisses the top of my head and then my forehead and I can't help but shiver. I want this so badly but I feel so nervous as his lips come closer to mine, I feel them lightly on my nose and then they meet my lips and I love how his lips mould to mine, how we just fit. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and I pull him closer to me because I can't quite seem to feel close enough to him. My hand ringing into his beautiful raven locks as I dart my tongue into him mouth.

I press my chest to him and there is no space for his hands anymore, he wrings an arm around my back and he moves back as he pulls me up keeping me against him, I have no idea what he wants to do but I hold onto him for dear life and then he's sitting on the beds edge and I'm on his lap. He pulls from my lips and his lips are a hot mess as he leaves kisses from my lips to my jaw to my neck, and it feels like his need is taking over, he's doing what he wants, he doesn't need me to tell him to lead the way.

His hands leave a trail from my sides to my back and they travel up my spine until they find the clip of my bra and with one click it's open and I keep my arms to my sides to keep the bra from completely falling from my body. But Damon doesn't want any of that, he pulls the flimsy article of material from me and I gasp. His eyes look hungry but he never pulls his lips from me.

Soon his hands are on both my breast, his palms covering my breast as he softly massage them and I have to arch my back at the pleasure that he's providing. I give out a small moan and I can feel his lips form a smile. I can feel him nibble and suck on my neck and the feeling just sends chills down my spine, and breathing is becoming a real big problem because I forget to breath, his mouth just has that effect on me. I wiggle a bit on his lap and that instantly sends him grunting.

I don't know where to place my hands or if I should move them down to his pants, but he rocks his hips against mine and I can feel how truly he wants to get out of his pants because his bulge is just that a fucking huge bulge. I grunt and then his left hand is removed from my breast and it's traveling down to my waist and his lips surround my nipple, his hot tong swirling around it and I moan loudly as I arch my back into him.

I place my one hand on his shoulder to steady myself and with the other I let it travel down to join his in an attempt to help him to remove his belt. But his other hand is removed from my breast as well as he fidgets with his belt and I try to help him but I fail dismally. But as soon as his belt is open and his pants are undone he moves to the next obstacle, luckily I didn't wear a belt.

He slowly start to remove my jeans to the point where I need to move of off his lap and he has to remove his mouth from assaulting my breast, his actions are rushed as he pulls the jeans down my legs but he stops when they are finally pooling at my feet and he looks up to me and I just can't help but blush, I just felt so self-conscious standing in front of him. I know I haven't been the only girl that he has seen like this, I might not even be in the top 5 for him but I push that aside I wouldn't kill the mood only because I felt inadequate to the ones that has been before me.

He rises from the bed and with a few shrugs and tugs his jeans fall to the floor and might I say that he's sporting quite the tent. He reaches out towards me, my hand and he takes my hand into his and pull me to him, flush against his strong body and he kisses me lightly on my lips.

"I can see there's something bothering you…" he says and I shy away by looking to the side. It's funny how well he could read me, how he knew me in the short period of time we have spent together.

"Call it insecurities." I mumble and I hear him chuckle, why on earth would he be chuckling? This wasn't a laughing matter.

"Why do you feel insecure?" he asks and for once I didn't want to tell him, I didn't want to tell him that I'm wondering about his past, the girls that he has been with, I did not want to be that person that lingers on his past because that's what people do usually.

"I feel inadequate." I half mumble and I hope to God that he didn't hear the words that I uttered.

"Do not compare yourself to others," He says as he softly leans closer to me, placing a kiss to my lips. "That's just deadly. No two souls are ever the same." Damon says as he pulls me to him and he takes his place on the edge of the bed yet again making sure when I sit I straddle his lap.

"I'm sorry." I reply as I look down. He places his hands on either side of me cheeks and he makes me look at him back at me as he smiles.

His lips kissing me again with a kindness and a love that I just never knew he possessed. But I kiss him back, I wrap my arms around him and I just hold him to me, my naked chest pressing against his and I shiver as my body touches his, his hands go to my hips and he pulls me closer until I can feel his erect cock pressing against me, my centre and I shiver because I can already imagine him in me, moving, thrusting. I shiver at the thought and I feel my body starting up, just having him pressed against me has me dripping.

His lips don't stray from mine in the sensual kiss that we are currently sharing, our breath mingle with each other, our tongues tasting the flavours that the other is giving off. He rocks me, and my hips move forward and the semi friction that he is creating is driving me insane with desire.

I dart my hand down his back and over his side and then it's in between us as I find the opening of his boxer and I worm my hand into it, my finger tips stroking his length and I shiver. He's well past the point of shivering, because he's grunting and moaning into my mouth and it's almost animalistic and that spurs me on to help him out of his confines and I can feel his erect penis and I run my fingers over him. Up to the tip and I can feel the wetness, or well I think you call it pre-cum.

I spread the pre-cum over the tip of his cock and then I descend my hand back down his length, firmly gripping him as I stroke him, I'm not even sure if I'm doing it correctly but I just move slow and steady. His breathing is picking up to the point where he needs to pull from me just to take in a clear breath of air.

I hear him grunt and I look down in between us as his penis stares at me straight in the face. Even thou I have seen it before it's hard to get used to and I can't help the blush that adores my cheeks. I move my hand up and down his length and he hisses and then there is no more playing Mr. Nice guy, he attacks my neck and he sucks and he licks and he bites like an animal and I can't help but moan.

"Stand up…" he orders and without thinking twice I rise to my feet, my hand still firmly working on him as his hands move to my underwear and I swear he would have ripped the flimsy piece of material if I didn't obey his order. He pulls back and his hands run up the inside of my legs and thighs until they reach my lips and I'm already so wet, I'm lusting after the guy that is currently sitting on my bed and he slips a finger into me and moans. I don't know who moans louder me or Damon and I almost roll my eyes as he circles his forefinger over my clit. But he withdraws it instantly before pulling me to him again and then he places his hands on my hips. "I want you so much…" he says and I smile to him as he pulls me to him, onto his lap, I keep his erect penis in place and as soon as I am almost settled on him his hand moves to his cock and he takes a hold of it and I remove my hands as he guides the tip of his cock to my entrance and he gently pulls me down.

This time there was no pain, no worry but with some effort I slowly settle on top of him and he is completely sheltered within me. It's still a tight fit but we remain still for a few seconds before his hands are back on my hips and he starts to move me. I place my hands on his shoulders just to keep myself steady.

He knew exactly what he was doing as he rocked his hips against mine and soon we reach a healthy rhythm and I don't need his assistance anymore but his hands remain firmly on my hips and soon his lips find my shoulder and he starts his sweet assault on me yet again as I move above him. This new position, hit a spot inside of me that I did not know possible and I was spiralling to that edge that I so desperately wanted. Who knew this would get me of so soon if I was on top.

I just keep the rhythm as I move above him rocking my hips to him, my breathing increases and it's getting harder and harder to focus on what's going on around me. I hear him grunt and it's not once, it's like every time I go down on him he grunts and it's spurring me on to reach that peak, to fall over that edge.

His grip tightens on my hips, his lips traveling to the other side of my neck and it's just so overwhelming. He rocks harder against me and his breath is picking up, with each thrust he tenses and I swear he's just as close as I am from our orgasm. So when he lifts me and my back hits my bed all rational thoughts have left my mind and it feels like my world is spinning out of control but he doesn't stop, his movements just become more erratic.

I grab at his shoulders, I grab at his hair and I'm not sure that I'm going to last any longer at this paste. His lips reach mine yet again and I don't have air inside my longs because it feels like I have forgotten how to breathe. I arch my back completely of off the bed and I swear I feel like flying, and when my orgasm hits my whole body tenses up and I tighten around him and at this he almost shouts, but his movement doesn't decrease.

But I lose all my senses as I am thrown head first into a pool of pleasure and it's absolutely mind-blowing how much pleasure I am feeling. Damon moves his mouth to my neck and he sucks at it and my body is in overdrive and sensitive and I can't do anything but ride out this orgasm as he give his final five thrusts and I can feel him tense and release, the moan that slip past his lips is so beautiful that I just can't help but smile. I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me.

And then his body goes slack on top of mine, his fore head placed against mine, his eyes closed as he rides the wave of his orgasm. A few minutes is spent like this and it feels like he's going to crush me but he slowly moves his hand down and removes himself and then he rolls over and he's on his back and we are both struggling to catch our breath.

I lay there and look up at my ceiling and I smile to myself because that was just the most mind-blowing sex that I have ever experienced. I look to my side and Damon has his eyes closed as he just lay there. There is no words it's just our breathing filling the air between us and I feel pretty content at this moment. A bit unexpected how things turned out but Damon surely took my mind of off what had happened. Right now I was in a pretty good mood and it was because of the man laying next to me.

I feel him wrap his arm around me and he pulls me closer until I can rest my head on his chest. "Elena…" I hear him mumble and I turn on my side to look at him.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Would you be my girl?" he asks and the question caught me of guard. I watch as he opens his eyes and he just stares at the ceiling.

"What do you mean?" I ask and he finally turns his head to look at me.

"I mean after the whole Rebekah and Stefan scenario calms down in a few days maybe a few weeks would you be my girlfriend?" He asks his eyes now focused on mine.

I had never thought of it, I never really thought that I would be in such a scenario. I mean I always said that I would not be a girl on Damon's arm but he asked me to be his girlfriend. Did this mean he wanted me like I wanted him, was he really in love with me, would he throw away his playboy persona to be with me.

"Not a one week fling?" I ask and he furrows his brows, and I can see that my question had hurt him, I could see the hurt in his eyes.

"Elena, if I ask you to be my girlfriend, if I date you, my goal is to marry you one day, build with you, grow with you, I'm not dating you just to pass time…" he trails of and he looks to the ceiling again before he looks back to me. "I see potential in you." He finally says and I don't really know how to react to this. I mean yes I was in love with this man, I just had sex with him, he was my first. I never thought that he was this serious about being with me.

I bite my bottom lip and then I look away. Did I have anything to say, even if I did what would I say? Because it seems that Damon was completely serious about me. He was in this for the long haul and even thou he was willing to wait for the dust to settle down concerning Stefan and Rebekah he wanted to be with me, was this to protect both our images?

"You want that with me?" I ask not really facing him.

"Yes." He replies and I can't stop the stupid smile that grace my lips because Damon really wasn't the person people thought.

"You know sometimes you hide not the scariest or ugliest of yourself, but the most beautiful and the most gentle. I love the moments when you unexpectedly reveal them." I say as I turn to him and he has this determined look on his face. "But why wait?" I ask a bit confused.

"You did like my brother, you need some time for yourself, get your affairs in order. And besides if we started walking around the school holding hands people will start talking, and they would say bad things. Give some time for things to settle…" he says and I could see why he wanted to wait. He wanted me to get Stefan out of my system before I committed myself to him, if only he knew how committed I already was to him.

"Would you only consider me as your girl after the dust has settled?" I ask, anything could happen between now and then, who knew how long that would take. What if he wanted to be with other girls while he waited for me?

"You're already my girl." He says with a small smile. "We just keep our relationship on the low down until then." Damon says and I frown yet again.

"What if it takes too long, what if you want someone else?" I ask because it was a possibility.

Damon shakes his head from side to side. "That's not going to happen. I want you Elena." He says and I smile a bit at that.

"So we are together but you're giving me time before we make it official?" I ask and he chuckles at that because that was what he just basically said.

"Something like that." Damon says and then I just smile and nod my head.