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Chapter 17 (Day 22-Day 23)

The doorbell rings when Elena has just finished putting on her pearl stud earrings. Since her aunt has already got picked up by Alaric and Jeremy just sped out of her house with Rebekah thirty minutes ago, Elena has to answer the door. Damon is not supposed to be here yet, Elena thinks.

"It's open," Elena yells as she rushes down the stairs.

The front door's open to reveal a young man in his late thirties with a big bouquet of red roses in his arms. "Elena Gilbert?"

"Yeah?" she frowns as it is the first time she sees a beautiful big flower arrangement.

"A Mr. Damon Salvatore sends this to you," the delivery man shoves her flower bouquet carefully. "Also this." From his messenger bag he takes out a beautiful red and white corsage, "You might want to put it in a fridge for a while though, to make it fresher."

"Thanks." Elena mumbles.

"Sign here, please."

Elena signs where she is supposed to then in two seconds the man runs out to his car.

Tentatively, with a big grin on her face, she put the corsage in the fridge just like the man has suggested. Then she hunts for a flower vase that Jenna has stored in one of the overhead counter. When she finds one, she fills it with water a bit before putting the flowers in it. As she smells the rose, happy because no one has ever given her flowers, she goes to her room and put it on her dresser.

She has her phone in a second to call Damon. It goes straight to voicemail. She thinks maybe Damon is taking a shower or something, she opts to just text him to let him know she has received his flowers and corsage and she can't wait to see him tonight.

She spends the next hour day dreaming about how their night is supposed to be. She would be dancing with him, talking, kissing is a must when it comes to Damon. She smiles when she's counting back to when she met him just over three weeks ago in her bedroom. Now in no more than a month, he is her boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Damon is more than her boyfriend. Yes, sure he has told her many times that they were soul mates. And she didn't believe him.

Yet, now, the prospect of soul mate is not so crazy after all.

Elena opens the front door for second time that afternoon. On seven thirty on the dot, she hears a knock on the door. She beams at him as soon as she checks him out, looking extremely handsome and dangerously dashing in his simple black tux with a white dress shirt under it and bow-tie and his usual smirk plasters on his face. The smirk falls when he looks at her. Stares at her more like. It's like he can't keep his eyes off of her.

"You like?" Elena smiles enticingly, twirling herself a bit to show Damon her front and back.

"Oh, I love. You look gorgeous. So very beautiful." He steps forward, taking her in his arms then encasing her lips in his. She responds as soon as his tantalizing lips on her, eagerly attacking his lips. "Stop now or we're not going to prom." Damon says between kisses.

She giggles, pulling away from him but keeps her arms around his neck. "You look yummy."

"Shouldn't I be the one who say that? I'm a vampire, you know."

"Fishing for more compliment, Mr. Salvatore?" she raises an eyebrow in amuse.

"I believe so," he replies with a gleam in his clear blue eyes.

She gazes into his baby blues. "You have the most amazing eyes."

He squints a little, giving her his 'eye thing', "Well, you have the most wonderful and beautiful everything. Whether it's eyes, nose," Damon taps on her little button nose earning him a gleeful laugh. "Lips," he pecks her full lips once. "Even cheeks," he kisses both cheeks adoringly.

"Stop it, you make me blush," she chides flustered. "Thank you for the flowers, by the way. And the corsage," Elena shows him the corsage that is now safely resting on her wrist.

"I was right, it looks lovely on you," Damon mumbles as if he talks to himself.

A minute passes with Elena goes to grab her purse and spray some perfume on her wrists and her neck, then back downstairs to let Damon take her to the school's prom.

"Wait!"

Damon stops in his tracks, "What?" he turns to face his soul mate.

"We haven't taken a photo yet," Elena takes out her iPhone out of her purse, taps some buttons, "Come here."

Damon obliges, standing next to her. She presses their cheeks against each other then clicks away, "Again."

Damon makes a move to bite her on the apple of her cheek earning her a giggles then shoot the photo. For the third photo, though, Elena grabs Damon's face with her free hand then pushed her lips onto his carefully not to ruin her make-up and clicks the white button on her phone to take a picture.

"Oh, this one's nice." She gushes, "I'll send them to you."

After that, they both climb to the Camaro, spend the entire ride in silence. Elena doesn't want to talk thinking Damon has a lot in his mind. Fifteen to twenty minutes later, they find themselves on the school's parking lot. Elena loops her arms through Damon's and happily walking inside the school's gym with her soul mate by her side.

"Wow, they've outdone themselves," Elena murmurs as she takes on the usual gym that has turned into something out of a fairy tale book.

The theme this year is "Fairy Tale Ending", which perfectly shown by the decorations that the committees have done. There are fairy lights everywhere, the buffet full of foods and drinks, not to mention trays fill with cupcakes with little castle on it. The DJ is currently playing Closer by The Chainsmokers with the dance floor full of people dancing away their nights.

"I've never been to a high school prom before." Damon blurts out when they get to a table with Rebekah and Jeremy talking and drinking though they haven't noticed the pair.

"Really? Didn't you go to high school?"

"In 1800s the ladies and the gentlemen didn't even allow to spend their time alone without chaperones let alone going to a dance," Damon rolls his eyes, "Especially dances like this. We preferred the term 'balls' than 'dances'"

"Right," Elena nods, "Do you wanna dance?"

"Maybe later," Damon dismisses her by taking out his flask out of his jacket inside pocket.

"You okay?" Elena asks regarding Damon's hot and cold attitude.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"'Kay. I need to go to the restroom."

Elena dashes out to the restroom though she doesn't need to do her business; she just wants to give him some space. School prom may be a bit overwhelming to him, with people watching your every move; especially they know that Elena has rejected Matt Donovan, the football star, for a much older, much handsome man.

"Elena?"

She turns to find the one guy she has been thinking about, "Hey, Matt."

"What are you doing here? The party's in there, you know." Matt points out to the gym, "You look stunning, by the way." He smiles.

"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself. Where's Caroline?"

"Caroline is here somewhere. I've been commanded to look through the chemistry class for more fairy lights. You know how she is. Striving for perfection, as usual," he chuckles.

Elena smiles. "That's Caroline for you."

"Yeah," Matt sighs, "I'd like to say I'm sorry, I didn't know you have a boyfriend. You know, when I asked you. And also I'm sorry for what some girls have been saying about you."

"Not your fault, Matt. Besides, they're just some immature high school girls and they're just looking out for you. I get it."

"Thanks, Elena." He makes a move towards the gym, "Hug?"

"Friends hugs," Elena envelops him in her arms and they spend less than five seconds before she pulls out of his embrace. "See you inside." Then Matt's gone.

Damon has been spending his entire day mulling over how the hell can he get Elena to say 'I love you' to him before his time's up. It's not just so he can go back to the way he was before, but he also has already fallen deep in love with her and he doesn't know how to shake her. Hell, he doesn't want these feelings to ever go away. She makes him feel things he'd never felt before, not even with Katherine. Elena is beautiful, that much is true. She's the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes on. Her eyes show innocent, kindness, yet fierceness that lately she's been showing. Her eyes tell him everything. It tells him that she feels the same way about him; he just has to make her say the words out loud for everything to work.

She's also caring, something that Katherine didn't know about. With Katherine, it's all physical. As long as she was satisfied and happy, she didn't care about his satisfaction. Maybe that was why she loved to string both Salvatore boys into her web. With Elena, though, her affections have won him over. It's one of the things he loves about her. She doesn't hesitate to show him off, she even has this proud look on her face whenever they're together. It's as if she has won a prize with him as hers. He'd never felt valued before, especially with the selfish female vampire around him. He'd always felt inferior to Katherine, though he knew couples have to be equal. Elena makes sure he feels the opposite.

Appreciated.

Cherished.

Loved.

Though the last one hasn't been officially comes out of her mouth, he believes she feels the same.

Tonight, when he picks her up, she looks like a princess.

She's so beautiful it hurts. He feels like she's his yet she's not.

He knows he's been treating Elena with cold shoulder for the past hour, but he can't help it. He wants something that Elena is not ready for. She has built her walls too high for him to crush or even to climb. Over time, the walls has slowly crashing down but not completely yet. He needs her guards to go down if he wants to stay with her.

Damon strides along the school gym, trying to find Elena. He goes out through one of the doors, ignoring the curios whispers and stares from Elena's classmates. When he finds her near the chemistry class, she's hugging, pressing her body to his, the same boy that has asked her to prom a few days ago.

His blood boils. He wants to ruin things.

He wants to punch something, preferably the boy's face until it breaks.

Most of all, he wants to drain him dry so he can't get his hands on Elena ever again.

"See you inside," Damon hears Elena whispers to him as the boy walks away from her.

As if on cue, she looks at his way, smiling when she finds him there. The bright smile drops as soon as she notice the murderous look on Damon's face along with his fangs, that he doesn't notice have come out.

"Damon." Elena runs toward him and as soon as she gets in front of him, she says, "Stop flashing your fangs! What's the matter with you?"

"What's the matter with me?" Damon yells, she flinches, "What's the matter with you?! Am I not enough to be your date so you have to go and find another? Am I not enough to provide you with warmth so you find someone else to snuggle with?"

"What?" Elena breathes out.

"I'm out of here." He announces.

Damon walks past her, purposely bumps his shoulder against her so she falls back a little.

"Stop! Damon, wait!" Elena cries, trying to catch up with his fast pace.

Damon stops just before her reaches the door, "What?"

"It wasn't—it was just a friendly hug, okay? He apologized to me because he knows now you're the one I'm with."

Damon stares at her long and hard, trying to contemplate what to do next. It's not that he doesn't trust her with everything he has, but he's been burned so many times that he can't help but feels insecure, though he won't admit it out loud.

"I'm with you, okay? I want to be here with you. Just you is enough for me," Elena tries again as she takes his hands in hers, squeezing it to assure him.

With a purse in one hand, she reaches out her free hand to take his cheek slowly and caress it. Damon watches her intently, trying to find a lie or a doubt in her eyes but he finds none. After what feels like a lifetime, Damon sighs.

"I…" he starts but seems to can't find a word to say.

She smiles softly, lifting herself up to press a kiss onto his unmoving lips. "It's okay. I understand."

"Elena, I—"

"It's fine. You owe me a dance."

An hour later, with their stomachs full and forgotten fight, Damon takes her to the dance floor. Wrabel's Ten Feet Tall is playing its original version. Damon grabs both of her arms around his neck as he found his resting on her waist, caressing the exposed skin there. They both ignoring the curious looks and the jealous looks, even murderous look from Caroline.

"Mmm, I love this song," Elena murmurs, touching her forehead against his.

"I'm starting to like this too," Damon replies. "Elena, I'm sorry. I should've listened to you before going all jealous caveman and left you."

She stares right into his eyes, ultimately to his dead soul. "It's okay. I know you've been through a lot with… I understand why you do the things you did."

"You shouldn't have been this understanding. It's making me feel guiltier."

"Don't," Elena says, pecking his cheek. "Just be in the moment with me."

"I can do that."

I'll be careful, so don't be afraid

You're safe here, no, these arms won't let you break

I'll put up a sign in the clouds

So they all know that we ain't ever coming down

Been trying so hard not to let it show

But you got me feeling like

I'm stepping on buildings, cars, and boats

I swear I could touch the sky

Oh, oh, oh

I'm ten feet tall

Oh, oh, oh

I'm ten feet tall

"So, Jenna is with Alaric tonight."

"So, I've been told," Damon smirks, knowing where this is going.

"Wanna be my roommate for a night?" She blushes, hiding her face in his shoulder then goes up to kiss his neck.

"You don't even need to ask."

It's all kissing, touching, caressing, licking, and nipping when they reach Elena's bedroom just a little after midnight. She throws her purse haphazardly while focusing on Damon's tongue inside her mouth exploring every inch of it. She kicks off her shoes as Damon does the same without breaking the kiss. Her hands go to where his belt is located and clumsily rips it off him. She breaks the kiss, only for Damon to kiss and lick her neck hungrily, claiming her as his physically. She moans her pleasure, not wanting Damon to stop. Damon's scent fills her nostrils as Elena's delicious scent fills his senses. She feels liberated, free, like she can do anything with him holding her close. She feels his hand goes up to her top and carefully lifting it up revealing her black lacy bra that her best friend has convinced her to wear earlier, knowing prom night is a night where many girls lose their virginity, not that Elena is a virgin. Damon's eyes feast on the prize on her chest, staring at them like it's the most perfect thing in the world. He unclasps it open carefully, throwing it behind him. He tentatively catches one of them in his hand, feeling the soft skin against his calloused one. She whimpers, feeling the electricity coming from Damon's hand on her breast.

Without a doubt, she brings her lips on his one more time, breaking Damon's trance. They kiss like there is no tomorrow. Elena explores Damon's jaw and neck with her lips and tongue just like he had done on her before, earning a low groan from him, turning her on even more. She'd like to cherish him just like he deserves to be cherished.

"Fuck, Elena," Damon sighs.

She looks up to find his eyes close in pleasure then without any announcement, forcing him to take of his black tux then literally ripping off his white dress shirt, leaving only three button on, while others are flung randomly on the floor.

She stares at his perfect chiseled chest and his rock hard abs. She finds no flaws on his body. She runs her hands enticingly along the lines of his abs then goes back up again when Damon forces her to press her lips on his, ultimately tying their tongues together, kissing her ferociously.

He pushes her on the bed tenderly, before he removes her long princess-like skirt exposing her matching lacy black panties that barely cover her most prized possession. He groans once again before taking her lips in his and tracing her jaw with his lips, craving for her taste.

She moans, silently asking him to take off his pants as well. He understands, and then sits up to take his pants and his underwear off and he witnesses her soul mate's eyes go widen at the sight of his erect member.

"You do this to me," Damon takes Elena's small hand in his and guide it to cup his manhood in hers, moaning when she squeezes it a little.

"You're hard," Elena breathlessly announces. "And big."

"Why, thank you." He grins down at her.

They continue to let their passions to take over their bodies, and in a matter of seconds both of them are completely naked. Damon looks down lovingly at Elena, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." She smiles softly, taking his lips in hers, nipping it until it opens and touches their tongues together again.

Slowly but surely, Damon positions himself, guiding his hard member into her core, knowing that foreplay would be pointless now that he sees her glistening nub. Besides, he's much too impatient for foreplay. He wants the main course.

"Damon, wait." Elena says when his head in only an inch distance from her core. "I… It's been so long since I've done it. Will it hurt?"

"Oh, baby." He kissed her forehead softly. "I promise you hurting you is the last thing I want to do. It'll hurt but it's okay."

"You sure?" Elena frowns slightly, still fearing if it's going to hurt.

He nods. "The pleasure will beat the pain, I promise."

"Okay," Elena voices her consent.

"Are you still sure, though? You want this with me?"

"I don't want to do it with anyone else." She smiles, kissing away his doubts. "I want you."

His face shows his vulnerability, because for once, someone wants him for him. No compulsion. No threat.

Just him.

"Okay," Damon says, moving down her fingers on her core, slowly pushing one digit inside her. "It's for the pain. So that you don't feel much afterwards."

Elena sucks in breathe. He feels amazing inside of her.

Right before her parents' accident, she has lost her virginity to her former boyfriend. She'd been fifteen and he'd been seventeen. He didn't have much sexual experience either so when they did it, it feels wrong. They did it in a clumsy way, making Elena uncomfortable and embarrassed and didn't see him for the next two days. After that, they both apologize to each other, finally decided that they'd better off as friends due to lack of physical attractions.

With Damon, however, he's an experienced lover. He has years of practice, so he knows what he's doing, making Elena more comfortable giving all herself to him.

He adds another finger, earning him a loud moan from her. Her moans itself making him harder and harder. He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly before speeding up and inserting another finger. He groans feeling how wet she is for him.

"You're so fucking wet, Elena. It's not gonna be painful."

"It's all for you. All for you, Damon."

He growls possessively before pulling out of her and teasingly licking his three fingers and kissing her, letting her taste herself. She whimpers at the taste of herself on Damon's tongue. She's too lost in his kiss to feel him pushing himself inside of her, burying himself inside of her warmth.

"Oh, Damon," Elena sighs, feeling him full inside of her is the best feeling that she wouldn't trade for anything.

He lets out his own moan, feeling Elena's gripping him tightly from the inside. "You feel amazing, baby."

He pulls out a little, leaving only the head inside of her before thrusting back in. She rewards him with her hiss. "Fuck, Damon, please."

He keeps up his speed, wanting her to feel pleasure. He kisses her hard on the mouth, letting her control the kiss. "It's gonna be over soon if you keep doing that, 'Lena."

She groans. "You feel so good, Damon. Oh, god."

"Scream all you want, babe. I love hearing you screaming my name." Damon taunts, licking her chest then envelops one of her rosy nipples in his mouth.

"Oh, Damon… God, please. Damon." She screams out loud letting him know she likes what he's doing right now.

He palms both of her breasts, finding it fit in his arms, before squeezing it softly earning him a moan.

"Come for me, baby." Damon moans.

Elena groans, feeling the pressure building up quick inside her before she lets it all out. "Damon, oh, Damon." She chants his name like a prayer, building his own ecstasy inside of him.

Not too long after her release, both hands still holding her breasts like they belong to him, he follows her to the edge. "I love you, Elena."

*Peaks out from behind both hands* Is it good enough for you? This is my first time writing a sex scene, though, be gentle with me ;)

We're getting closer and closer to the end. Damon doesn't tell Elena the truth because he wants her to tell him that she loves him all by herself, because she wants to let him know her feelings for him, not because she knows the time's almost up and she has to say it out loud. Make sense? Hope so.

Anyway, please let me know what you thought, especially because well, like I said, my first time writing explicit scene. Thanks!

Have a nice day/night!