Thank you Phyrfli for betaing this chapter.
Someone like you
Chapter 3
'My heart never forgot us'
"Your son sends you this."
Elena chuckled as Caroline wrapped her arms around her neck and squeezed her tight. With a sigh she fell into. the blonde's embrace and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being comforted.
"Damon was at my house last night." She hid her face in the blond curls.
Caroline pulled back, staring at her. "What happened?"
"Nothing..." She shrugged defeated. "He was just...Damon."
"So he was in a pain in the ass?"
"He better stay away from my ass."
"It's not like he hasn't seen it before." Caroline chuckled, her blue eyes still concerned. "Multiple times."
"Caroline." She punched the blonde's shoulder. "It's not funny."
"It kinda is."
As Caroline started laughing she couldn't help but to laugh with her, the sound tinkling in her ears. And for the first time since last night she was able to take a deep breath again.
"Don't worry." Caroline rubbed her arms, the smile plastered on her face. "We're going to shop for bridesmaid dresses."
"I love bridesmaids."
"I love bridesmaids."
Elena clutched the white fabric to her chest and turned around, her eyes locking with the ocean blue ones. Her breathing hitched again, feeling them bore into hers, his gaze lingering on the white dress she was wearing.
"What are you doing here?"
He smirked as he came closer, his gaze adverting to the other girls in the room that were trying on different dresses, some of them walking through the changing rooms with nothing but their lingerie on. She saw one of them gasp as Damon looked at her, a troubled smile coming over her face while she took in his appearance. His black hair messy, the gray shirt hugging his abs, his black pants loose on his hips.
"We have a meeting in an hour." He stroked the dress she was wearing. "Thought I'd make sure you get there on time, I know how easily girls lose themselves between these... fluffy ..white...huge pieces... of fabric."
"It's called a wedding dress."
"Shh." He put his finger against his lips. "Don't say that, it makes my stomach do weird things."
"Who's this?"
Elena turned around to Bonnie who had a bunch of wedding dresses draped over her arm. Her brown eyes glaring at Damon who was still touching the fabric of the dress she was wearing.
"Bonnie this is Damon." She pointed her chin to the smirking man beside her. "He's a piece of work."
"She means a piece of her work." Damon glared at her, pinching her arm. "I'm a witness in one of her cases."
"How did you even know where I was?" She turned her head back to him, her heart skipping a beat as she saw him watching her.
"I called Caroline and told her I had a genius idea that might help us win the case."
"Do you?"
"Of course not."
"Elena." She turned her head around to her friend that held a dress out for her. "Here's another one."
"I've already tried thousands of them." She let out an exhausted sigh. "Do we really have to try another one?"
"Yes." Bonnie jumped excitedly. "We haven't found the perfect dress yet."
She took the dress from her, exchanging a look with Damon who narrowed his eyes at Bonnie. With a sigh she pulled the curtain closed behind her and started pulling off the dress she was wearing.
"Red panties." The velvet voice made her jump. "I approve."
A gasp left her throat as she looked up in the mirror and saw him peek through the curtain. She covered her bare breasts with one arm and hit him with her fist on his shoulder, pulling on the curtain as he pulled back with a laugh.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before." His voice came from behind the curtain. "I've seen so many boobs in my career that they don't do it for me anymore."
She rolled her eyes and ignored him, hearing him hum a song against the wall of the changing room. She pulled the new dress on and straightened the skirt while looking at herself in the mirror.
"God, I could never be a gynecologist just imagine if I got tired of pussy." He huffed, letting a snort out. "What sex life would I have?"
"Damon."
She clenched her teeth together, holding the dress up behind her. With one move she extended her arm and grabbed his behind the curtain, praising herself silently for aiming the right way. He stumbled a bit as she pulled him inside the changing room, closing the curtain behind him.
"The whole store is probably looking at you."
"Because I look like this." He smirked.
"You're so full of yourself."
"I have every right to be."
"Can you zip me up?" she turned her back towards him.
And as he slowly approached her and took the fabric in his hands she couldn't help but look up in the mirror and watch him. His eyes focused on his work, the features of his face more relaxed than she had ever seen them, his lips slowly parted as he took the zipper between his fingers.
One of his hands came to rest on the other side of the fabric, his skin touching hers, leaving tingles behind. His hands carefully moved up as he kept his one hand against her back so the fabric wouldn't get stuck in the zipper. Butterflies appeared in her stomach as he painfully slow let the back of his hand slide over her spine, his eyes staying on her skin. And when he finally reached the top, his blue eyes locked with hers in the mirror, tingles warming her back, her body already missing his touch.
"Done." He swallowed, pulling his eyes away from hers.
"Thank you." She pulled the bustier in place and turned around, her arm brushing the fabric of his shirt as she stepped out the changing room.
"Oh my god." Bonnie came running from the back of the store, holding her hands in front of her mouth. "This is the one."
"You think?" She studied herself in the mirror, seeing the layers of fabric draped around her. "It's huge."
"It's perfect." Bonnie rushed to her side and jumped up and down. "Stefan won't be able to keep his eyes off you."
"It's a beautiful dress." She smiled at herself in the mirror, twirling around before pausing her gaze on Damon. "What do you think?"
"It's a beautiful dress." He pushed himself off the wall and came to stand behind her, looking at her appearance in the mirror. "But not for you."
"What do you mean?" Bonnie glared at him. "It's perfect."
"Maybe for you." He rolled his eyes. "But the frills and the over the top..whatever. That isn't Elena."
"And I'll never be able to pull off a strapless dress." Elena bit her lip while looking at Bonnie's disappointed face.
"You won't need to pull it off, it will fall off." Damon moved in front of her, pulling the bustier up. "Where are your boobs?"
"I hid them from you."
"You did a good job."
"What are you two talking about?" Bonnie threw her hands in the air. "It's perfect!"
"No it's not." Damon rolled his eyes.
"And why not?" Bonnie crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him.
"I'll show you why not."
Elena let out a scream as he put his hands under her buttocks and picked her up. She struggled against his shoulders, begging him to put her down while he only moved further. Bonnie followed them with narrowed eyes. Elena's screams stopped as she saw the whole shop glare at her. An embarrassed smile on her face as he threw her down on one of the long couches.
"There are too many layers." He grabbed her heels and pulled them around his waist, one on each side. "I don't know where I have to start looking."
"Looking for what?" Bonnie cocked her head to the side.
"Let's just say this dress is not wedding night friendly."
Elena rolled her eyes and kicked him under his knee, making him lose his balance and fall on top of her. Her breath hitched as his hands sunk into the leather of the couch next to her head, his face only an inch from hers. Her body trembled as she felt his hips push into hers, his chest moving against her breasts.
Her eyes looked up and stared into the ocean of blue, drowning in them. And as he gazed back at her, she couldn't help but to wonder how many women would kill to have a man look at them like that. Her heart squeezed as those words crossed her mind, she had a fiancé waiting for her at home, the reason why she should have pushed the man hovering above her off her minutes ago but as she kept staring into his blue orbs she could feel her hand that rested on his lower back pulling him further down, making his waist touch hers.
"If you wanted me on top of you, you could have asked."
His voice was husky, not the normal teasing tone she had expected. His eyes darkened as his body draped itself over hers, their stomachs touching, their legs entangled, the tip of his nose touching hers, their breaths breathed into the small space between their parted lips.
"Can you get off me?"
The words were barely a whisper, her eyes captivated in his gaze. Her hand doing the exact opposite and applying more pressure on his lower back, pushing his bulge between her legs through the fabric of the enormous white dress.
"You're the one that kicked my knee."
"I could have kicked elsewhere."
"Stay away from little Damon."
"Little Damon?" Her eyes shimmered dangerously. "Is he that little?"
He lowered his head, a devilish grin on his face, his breath tickling her ear. "Come to that changing room with me and I'll show you."
A gasp left her throat, shock appearing in her eyes as he pushed himself a bit higher and focused on her. She could see his eyes sparkle, something they always did whenever he was causing trouble. His lips were parted until he closed them and rolled his bottom lip in his mouth, biting it. The small movement set her body on fire, tingles appearing all over her skin, her breathing got heavier. For some reason it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen.
A fake cough brought her back to reality, her eyes snapping to the side and locking with Bonnie's brown orbs. Damon looked over his shoulder and cleared his throat, looking one last time at her before moving off her body.
"So what about the dress?" Bonnie's eyes lit back up in excitement. "Are you taking it?"
"No." She shook her head as she stood up straight. "I'm going to try another one."
Damon exchanged a look with her, giving her an approving nod before smirking at Bonnie. "I win."
"I'm going.." Bonnie started gathering her stuff. "It's clear you don't need me here."
"Bons.." She grabbed her friend's shoulder. "Of course I need you here, just ignore Damon."
"No it's not him." She waved her away. "I just had a crappy day and I'm sorry for being such a bitch. I'll be better once I had a good night of sleep."
"Okay." Elena rubbed her friend's arms. "I'll see you later."
"See you later." Bonnie hugged her tight. "Love you."
"Love you too."
Elena turned around, expecting to find Damon behind her with a smirk on his face but instead she turned around to unfamiliar people in the changing room. With a frown on her face she got back behind the curtain and started to undress.
"Try this one."
Her head snapped up as she heard his voice from behind the curtain, she held the fabric of the previous dress in front of her bare upper body. A sigh of relief escaped her as she only saw his arm peeking inside the curtain, holding a dress with a halter neck and a red ribbon that accentuated the waist. She took it from him and slid into it, holding the back that was laced as a corset.
She peeked through the curtain, seeing him lounge in one of the couches. "Can you tie it?"
His eyes snapped back to hers, a small smile playing on his lips as he nodded and stood up. She stepped in front of the mirror and watched him take the laces in his hands, keeping his skin from hers.
"I think we found our dress."
A smile appeared on her face as she stared at the image in front of her. The fabric of the skirt draped around her legs, smooth as silk, the halter-top hugging her curves perfectly. Her eyes were taking in the one thing that made the picture even more beautiful. The blue-eyed man standing beside her, his eyes were roaming over her body in the mirror, his hands resting on her waist, heating her skin through the fabric.
"I know something I don't like about Stefan." She turned her head over her shoulder, locking her eyes with his. "His socks lie around whole the house, I don't like it."
"Can you be more shallow." He snorted. "Every man's socks lie around in the house."
"Okay.." She stammered, feeling her heart clench in her chest. "He sleeps with his shirt on, even after..we've.. made love."
"Better." He cocked his head to the side.
"I just like it when I feel someone's skin against mine during the night, it makes me feel safe, more at home."
He nodded, for the first time since she met him two weeks ago, she saw his eyes soften, radiating warmth instead of the usual hard stare. A soft smile appeared on his face as he draped her hair to one side, exposing more of the dress.
"I think we found the one." He patted her bare shoulders. "Any man would marry you in this dress."
"Even you?" She smirked at him, knowing his aversion of marriage.
"No." He snorted, his eyebrows knitting together. "But I might turn monogamous."
"You're an ass." She chuckled and turned back to the mirror, seeing him smile.
"Don't tell my mom." He stage whispered. "I'm still her angel."
"Are you close with your parents?"
"I am with my mom."
"What about your dad?" Her gaze followed him as moved back in front of her, her eyes looking up at him. "Are you close with him?"
"I never knew him." His face hardened, while his eyes darkened. "He bailed on my mom before I was even born."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." He let out a hard laugh. "I can't blame him, he probably knew I was going to be screwed up."
"You're not screwed up." She cupped his face in her hands, boring her eyes into his. "You save lives every day."
"He didn't stay around long enough to know that." He swallowed back the lump in his throat. "He probably has a new family somewhere, with a model son and a wife that actually has money."
"He doesn't know what he's missing out on."
His eyes softened again as she gave him a small smile and stroked his cheek with her thumb, her eyes staying locked with his while she saw him lift the corner of his mouth.
"I think you should invite me to your wedding." He wetted his lips with his tongue. "I did help you choose your dress."
"Sure." She shrugged. "Just so I can prove that Stefan is perfect and really the one for me."
"You know how you can recognize the one" He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. "If he can do this."
Before she could ask what he was doing, he folded his hand over her mouth, keeping her from talking. His other hand rested on her stomach, his thumb stroking up and down through the fabric. His warm breath against her unveiled shoulder made butterflies appear in her stomach, her eyes rolled back in her head as he licked the skin between her shoulder and neck with the tip of his tongue, her back arching against his chest. As a moan escaped her lips he pulled his hand away from her mouth and placed in on her thigh, moving up and down with the white silk material between their skin.
Her body was begging for more while her head was screaming at her to push him away, her heart not knowing what it wanted. A growl escaped his chest as she grabbed his head and tangled her fingers in the raven hair; she leaned into his body, resting her head against his shoulder while he nibbled on the skin in her neck.
She had a fiancé waiting at home, who expected her to come home and wrap her arms around him, throw her legs around his waist and guide him to bed. But for some reasons making love to him had never felt like this, like you're body was on fire and he was the water you needed to put it out, only you didn't want to put it out because you knew that feeling that made your whole body tingle would be gone too.
"No one is perfect." His husky voice breathed in her ear. "Not even your precious fiancé."
She breathed heavy as he released her body from his spell. "I'm perfect."
"Not even you." He chuckled and sat down on one of the couches again.
"Oh no?" She put her hands on her hips, still panting from what he'd just done. "Tell me three things you hate about me."
"I'll tell you at the wedding." He smirked. "As your wedding present."
"Why do you want to come to the wedding so badly?"
"Because I love bridesmaids."
"You better stay away from my bridesmaids."
"You better stay away from my bridesmaids."
Caroline turned to Damon who leaned against the doorframe, his blue eyes looking at Elena like they wanted to set her on fire, knowing damn well they could.
"Don't worry." He smirked, keeping his gaze on Elena. "I already had your maid of honor."
"I don't want to hear this." Caroline shielded herself from him with her hand and turned to her friend. "I'm taking a coffee break, coming?"
"I can't." She shrugged. "I have an appointment with Klaus."
"I'll bring you coffee." Caroline grabbed her bag and glared at Damon. "A strong one, you're going to need it."
She chuckled as her friend walked past Damon, making sure to bump into him. Her eyes went back to the papers on her desk, browsing through them.
"So do you already remember us?" He pushed himself off the frame and walked towards her. "Or are you still trying to block it all out?"
"I already told you." She looked up at him, ignoring her heart that started aching. "I don't want to remember us."
"I'm sure you will soon enough."
"Don't count on it." She looked back down, feeling her chest squeeze.
He turned around, walking back to the door before turning around again. "I'm sure they'll make you remember."
"Elena." Klaus stood up from his chair to greet her. "Sit down, please."
She shook his hand and sat down at the table, frowning at the people that were in the same room. Klaus sat down on her left while Damon sat on the other end of the table, his lawyer and best friend Alaric next to him. The other people at the table worked for the firm, they were the highest praised lawyers of Mystic Falls. Her heart started to beat faster as they all glared at her.
"Elena I'm sorry to inform you that we have a situation going on."
She turned her head around, looking at Klaus. "What situation?"
"It's about the case from five years ago." He pointed to Damon on the other side of the table. "The one you prepped Damon for."
"I remember." She nodded her head, glancing at Damon. "Did something go wrong?"
"You can say that." Klaus nodded his head, looking at the other lawyers in the room. "The prosecutor thinks you prepped him the wrong way."
"No." She shook her head. "I prepped him the same way as all the other witnesses."
"Did you?" Klaus cocked his head to the side. "We have a lawsuit on our hands so it's very important that you're honest."
"I am." She threw her hands up, exchanging a look with Damon.
"You're not Elena." Klaus stood up, pushing his chair back and walked to the plasma screen on the wall, with the push of a button it lit up.
Elena grabbed the arms of the chair as the sounds of the screen rushed in her ears, the two people on the screen burned her eyes. A body she knew better than her own moving above another one, the nails of the body under him scraping his back, pulling her legs tighter around his waist.
Tears started streaming down her cheeks as the squirming girl tangled her fingers through his black raven hair, her moans blasting through the speakers as the blue-eyed man on top of her roughly thrust into her.
"Turn it off."
Her voice was barely a whisper, her cheeks stained with tears, her hands gripping the arms of the chair for support. Her heart hurting, her soul tearing itself a part, her eyes looking for the blue-eyed man that had the same shocked expression on his face.
"Turn it off, please."
Every moment between those two lovers was now public knowledge, the talk of the firm. Every touch they had shared watched with hawk eyes, every word they ever whispered during those intimate moments heard by people who were never supposed to be part of the thing they had shared.
"Please, turn it off."
Her breathing got heavier, sobs making their way up out of the deepest part of her, her eyes looking for a comfort she could not find. A scream filling the room as her eyes locked on the screen with her own brown doe eyes.
"TURN IT OFF!"
She gripped the arms of the chair tighter, her body shaking against the back, her eyes following Damon who stood up and walked towards Klaus, dragging a chair with him.
"She said turn it off."
The screen of the plasma shattered into a million pieces as the leg of the chair came in contact with it. Damon's chest was heaving and his wide blue eyes were boring into Klaus's.
She pushed her chair backwards, finding the strength to get up and run out of the room. Her heart scattered into a million pieces again as she thought back about the images that she had once expected to be the rest of her life, to have countless more moments like that, her eyes filling up with new tears as she thought about when she had left those countless moments behind.
She stumbled into the storeroom, gripping the rails of the rack with books in her fists. Her body shocked as sobs came out of her throat. Her eyes kept the tears coming, fed by the cries of her soul.
"Lena."
She shook her head as she heard the voice behind her, the only voice that would be able to sooth her. She knew that and yet she couldn't bring herself to let him sooth her. She was broken, torn apart because she had loved him more than any person should love another.
She had let him in her life, holding her arms wide open so he could walk into them and stay there forever. Her heart had taken him in and closed every another man out because it knew that love was never going to be enough to feed it. She had been prepared to start her life with him, had begged him to never leave her so she could finally live the life she had never expected to want to live. With a man that was made for her, loved her more than himself, let her in his heart to reassure her that there would never be someone else for him.
"This is all your fault." Her teary eyes looked up at him, seeing the hurt cross his face. "You had to have me, you had to come in my life and destroy everything."
"You want to put this on me?" He arched his eyebrow, his eyes wide open. "Fine, go ahead. Deny yourself the truth once again."
"The truth?" She clenched her teeth together. "Since when are you all about honesty?"
"Says the one who cheated on her husband."
She nodded her head slowly, letting his words sink in. "At least I never ruined someone's life."
"I ruined your life?" He let out a hard laugh. "Your life was already ruined when I came in it, you just didn't realize it."
"What do you want me to say?" Her eyes went wide. "Thank you for making me realize it?"
"Thank you for putting up with my shit while you had better things to do."
"You got me in that shit." She shook her head at him.
"Keep telling yourself that."
"I will."
"I need a drink." He pinched the bridge of his nose, grabbing the handle behind him.
"Drink yourself into a coma."
"You really mean that, don't you?" His jaw tightened. "You'd rather see me dead than to admit you would be my wife by now if I hadn't made that one stupid mistake."
"That mistake made me realize I'd rather see you dead."
"Elena, I'm sorry for calling you so late." Liz Forbes approached her in her sheriff uniform. "But you were the only one in his phone that we knew."
"It's okay." She rubbed her forehead tiredly. "I couldn't sleep anyway."
"He's cooling off between bars." Liz started unlocking a door. "He got in a bar fight."
"How's he doing?" She stepped through the door and waited for Liz to lock it again.
"He has some scratches and a few bruises, they had to take the other guy to the hospital."
"How much alcohol was in his system?"
"We're still waiting for the results." Liz led the way. "But it's enough to keep an eye on him tonight."
She nodded and walked behind Liz, ignoring the glares from the other drunks that were standing behind the bars. A sigh escaped her as she saw Damon sitting in the corner, dried blood all over his face and hands; his black hair knotted together, his shirt torn.
"Someone's here to pick you up." Liz entered the cell and pulled him up.
She shook her head and stepped in the cell, grabbing his arm and draping it over her shoulder so he could lean on her. "Come on, boozy."
"Don't let him out of your sight tonight." Liz's voice was full of authority.
"I won't." She turned to Liz. "Do I have to sign something?"
"No, it's late." Liz held the door open for her. "Come back with him when he has to make his statement and we'll take care of the paperwork."
"Thanks Liz." She dragged Damon with her. "Good night."
"Lena." He snuggled his nose into her hair.
"Yeah, it's me." She pulled him forward, dragging him with her. "Let's get you home."
"You said I should drink myself into a coma."
"I didn't mean it." She squeezed his side. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." He slurred, leaning more of his weight on her. "You came back."
"Yeah..I came back."
"Let's clean you up." She rinsed the washing cloth in a bowl of water.
"They know about us."
She nodded as she started stroking the cloth over his face, removing the blood. "They do."
"Where's your husband?"
"He's been gone for two days." A sad smile crossed her face. "He'll come back."
"Is it because of me?"
"He doesn't know you're here." She looked up at him, boring her eyes into his. "He didn't give me the chance to explain it to him."
"Why did you never come back to me?" His torn eyes bored into hers.
"Because I didn't want to."
"Did I really ruin your life?" His blue eyes searched her face for an answer.
"No." She shook her head. "You made it worth living."
"What are we going to do about it?" He shook his head, desperate. "They have everything on tape."
"Shh." She shook her head, pushing back her tears. "That's something we'll deal with tomorrow."
She pulled him up from the couch, holding his hand in hers, feeling the touch she had missed for years. Her body shivered as it remembered the skin from five years ago against hers, the one that could set her on fire while she was wearing a wedding dress to marry another man.
The door of the guest bedroom creaked as she pushed it open and dragged him in. With a light thud he fell on the bed, already snuggling his nose in the pillow. She smiled as she remembered how he used to do it all the time. With a sigh she pulled off his boots and placed them next to the bed, leaving his clothes for what they were.
She glanced one last time at him before pulling the door close behind her and walking to the master bedroom. She could still feel the tingles his skin had caused as she removed her clothes and snuggled in her nightwear.
The warmth of the bed closed around her as she snuggled in it, clutching the pillow against her head, thinking about the man that lay across the hallway, his blue eyes still holding her world, his body still the owner of hers, her heart still his, her soul still calling his name.
And as she lay there for a few minutes, she heard the door silently open, footsteps coming towards the bed, her heart beating in her chest, the mattress shifting under her, the warmth of another body radiating under the sheets.
He draped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, her back still fitting in his chest like it always had, made for it, their bodies made to collide and be one. Tears started to well up in her eyes as she allowed herself to think about five years ago when she had been in bed with him for the first time, the first time another man had slept against her besides her husband, the night she had cheated on her husband for the first time.
But tonight she would tell herself that Stefan had come home, that he had come to bed in the middle of the night and taken her in his arms. His skin had warmed hers and her legs had entangled with his.
But at the tears streamed faster down her cheeks, she knew she wouldn't be able to lie to herself because everything about her knew exactly who this person was. And when his lips pushed themselves against her cheek and let the tingle sensation from five years ago she felt her heart breaking, her soul needing to be one, her skin needing to touch his.
Her breathing became faster as she moved her fingers to the hem of her nightwear and slowly started pulling it upwards. He moved his arms so she could pull it over her head and throw it on the ground. When she lay back down she was met with the tingles against her back, warming her whole body. His arm was draped around her body, his skin touching her bare breasts.
She took his fingers between hers and squeezed them, just like she always did five years ago when he snuggled in her body in the midst of the night. Her heart drummed in her chest as he kept his lips against her body, their skins touching because she needed it, their fingers connected to stay one, their souls connecting to live the same life again.
Tomorrow she would be someone else's wife again, tonight she would cheat on him again, but her body would listen to its owner, her soul would have its other half and her heart would be home.
Tonight she would let them be what they once were.
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