Elena moaned as Damon pressed inside her over and over as she raked her nails over his back. She pressed her hips against him willing him to push against her more. He rolled onto his back anchoring the two of them together with his arms wrapped tightly around her. She bit his shoulder and he groaned, his fangs springing to attention again. "Don't hold back Damon." She moaned into his ear.
"I can't Elena. Stop asking me." He drove deeper inside her to resist the urge to sink his fangs into her. She cried out the pain rippling through her but she was quickly overwhelmed by the distinct pleasure of him twisting against her. She felt herself tipping over the edge and his breath sliding into her ear as he moaned her name pushed her over.
She gripped around him and he flipped her on her back pining her wrists to her headboard and pushing into her so fast he briefly worried he would break her. He pumped in and out of her with a what could only be vampire speed. She moaned his name and the sound of his name on her lips at the height of orgasm made him climax with her. He pressed deep inside her emptying himself into her as she moaned her eyes rolling back in her head.
His fingers dug into her wrists as he slid out of her kneeling above her and as she started to slide her hands away from the wall, the sharp edge of his ring sliced open her left wrist. Damon's eyes left her face for the first time since he had entered her and flicked to her wrist. She was confused for a moment then her eyes followed his. One straight line dripped down the center of her wrist brushing the edge of his thumb as it tricked down her forearm. He pulled his hand away from hers slowly staring at the red droplet clinging to the edge of his ivory finger. She looked between his hand and his eyes and he was focused so intently, she thought it might ignite. She wanted to urge him on, but was afraid he would only pull away again so she sat holding her breath waiting to see what he would do.
He looked at the quivering drop, warm against his skin smelling the rich sweetness of it. His mouth watered and his fangs ached. As he had before with her taste, he placed it into his mouth and sucked his finger clean. The beast in his chest roared for more. He leaned down to the inside of her elbow where the blood was starting to pool and ran his tongue up the center of her arm. He would not take blood from her. He would only take what had spilled from her. But as his tongue passed over her wrist he swore as he heard the gentle swish of her blood in her wrists. He licked up to her thumb and sucked at it gently, eyes closed, still resolved not to feed from her, only to close her wounds. He sat up but she wouldn't let him pull away. She sat up running her right hand up the back of his neck through his hair.
She lifted her wrist away from the wall and pulled his head to her mouth pressing her wrist into it. He bit down into it feeling her soft flesh tear and the warm rush of blood soaked his tongue. He held the back of her hand pressing it into his mouth as he sucked gently. He opened his eyes and looked directly at Elena. She looked back at him afraid to blink and break whatever bond had formed. The way he fed soothed her. When Stefan had fed from her it had been frantic, violent as if he were about to drain her completely. Damon seemed to be breathing her in, in slow calming breaths as his lips massaged her. After a few moments he pulled her wrist away from his mouth still not breaking their stare.
"You probably already know this," he said his eyes searching hers. "But, I love you." He seemed to be holding his breath for her response even though Elena knew he didn't need to breathe.
"Damon I-" said Elena her eyes wide.
"I thought you said I had nothing to worry about." said Stefan bracing himself against the door frame.
"Stefan." said Damon interuppting the same words that were about to trip from her tongue. "It's not what you think, I compelled her." said Damon covering Elena with a sheet hurriedly as he pulled his jeans on, readying himself for the inevitable fight.
"No you-" said Elena sitting up to protest before Damon stopped her again by glaring at her a warning burning in his eyes.
"No you didn't, Damon." said Stefan stepping into the room. "I can still see the vervain necklace." He sped into the room so quickly, Elena could barely process it before she saw Damon pinned to the wall, held there by the neck at the end of Stefan's arm. "You said I could trust you with Elena."
"Stefan, please." said Elena wrapping the sheet around her as she rolled to the other side of the bed. She gripped onto his elbow trying to pull his hand away from Damon but he didn't seem to notice.
"You said this wouldn't be like Katherine. You said you would leave us alone. Katherine is back and that's what you really wanted anyway. Why couldn't you just leave us alone?" He growled slamming Damon's head into the wall.
"You know Damon's not the one in love with Katherine, Stefan. He's not the one lying about who he really loves." said Elena trying to get him to release Damon.
"What is that supposed to mean?" said Stefan dropping his brother and stepping into Elena so quickly she nearly tripped over herself.
"I- I-" she said backing away.
"She means," said Damon not seeming fazed by the fact that Stefan seemed on the verge of snapping both of them in two. "That you've been moaning that twisted bitch, Katherine's name, whenever the two of you have fucked. That while you've had this goddess at your fingertips, you've been thinking about that lying succubus."
"What kind of lies have you been telling, Elena?" said Stefan backing her into a wall so quickly that she fell over herself and slid back hurriedly pulling the sheet to herself. "What have you been telling yourself and Damon to cover this up? How long have you been screwing him behind my back?"
"Stefan please. This just happened. I haven't been lying to you at all." Elena's voice shook as she held up a hand to plead for a moment of his attention. However the rush of panic had made her heart race so that blood had begun to spill from her wrist again. Stefan's eyes darkened as the ruby liquid caught his attention. Elena realized what he was staring out and tried to pull it back into herself but he caught her by the arm and hauled her to her feet turning her to face Damon. "So this is the real reason you want her, isn't it?" he said yanking her arm in front of him so fiercely Elena thought her shoulder would pop out of socket. "So you could suck her dry like all your other whores?" He turned to Elena with fire in his eyes. "Elena see this is why you can't trust him. He's just using you for your blood." He pulled her into him holding her close through the sheet seemingly oblivious to her pushing against him. "This is what he does Elena. He says whatever you want to hear to get into your bed or into your veins." Elena looked up at him her eyes wide with disbelief looking between Damon and his brother.
"Elena-" said Damon stepping towards her but Stefan stopped him with a glare.
"That's not what happened at all." said Elena finally pulling herself away from Stefan shaking her head in disbelief. "He's not like you, Stefan. He can control himself, he stopped himself. You're the one I have to worry about sucking me dry. I can't trust you not to stop yourself before it's too late. And you have been saying her name you can't deny that."
"What the hell are you talking about?" he said grabbing her and slamming her into the wall so hard that stars popped into her vision and her head swam.
"The first night we- we spent together," she said stuttering in fear, jarred by the pain in her head. "Before you fell asleep you wrapped your arms around me and moaned 'Katherine'." She looked up at him her eyes pleading. "I know you've been trying to get over her, for me, but now she's back, obviously for you. Why are you fighting for me if you could have her back. You really want Katherine, not me and Damon wants-"
"Katherine." Stefan said looking over at Damon. "You forgot to mention you were on top of her before you came over. But, then she pushed you away so you came over here for a pity fuck didn't you. Aren't you sick of picking at my leftovers?" Elena fell to the ground as Damon slammed his brother into the floor.
"Shut up!" he screamed, his knee in his chest, his hand at his throat.
"Is that true?" she said looking over at Damon. "Did you sleep with Katherine before you came over here?"
"No I didn't-" said Damon his eyes plaintive.
"No he just tried to." said Stefan smugly. "Looks like he found the easier girl. I always thought the one who was sleeping with both of us would win out, but I guess you fit that category too now."
"So I am just Katherine's replacement." she said standing up looking down at them. "I cannot believe that I fell for your lies." she said closing her eyes putting a hand to her head. Stefan pushed Damon off him and sped to her side. He pulled her into him stroking her hair comfortingly as she stood momentarily shocked.
"Don't Elena. This is what Damon does. Everyone starts to fall for him one way or another. I was starting to believe him too-"
"I'm not just talking about Damon." she said pulling away. "I should never have believed either of you. As soon as I found that picture of Katherine I should have known I couldn't trust either of you."
"It's not like that, Elena. I may have loved Katherine first but it was you I wanted to be kissing that night, not Katherine." said Damon knowing better then to try and hold her as Stefan had but his eyes begged for her forgiveness.
"That was before you knew she was back, it doesn't matter." she said turning away from him.
"If you really think that I want Katherine then answer this." he said stepping into her but still giving her plenty of room. "Why am I still looking after you, to make sure you've still got a pulse? Why haven't I let Katherine just kill you."
Elena stood her jaw clenched trying to think of a response. "Because- because-" she stuttered stumbling for an answer.
"Exactly Elena." he said gripping her hand slowly. "There is no other reason other then that I lo-" and Elena's heart leapt in her chest before a malicious chuckle behind her
"Do you really believe he's capable of love?" said Stefan almost laughing. "He fucked your best friend while simultaneously sucking her dry. He tried to kill Bonnie. He turned Vicki into a vampire, staked Lexi just to cover his own ass, made you drink his blood and threaten to snap your neck. The second you let your guard down you'll be his next meal."
"He was also the one who helped Jeremy forget about Vicki, saved me from that vampire at school, helped you protect me from Isobel, saved me from the vampire after my car accident and didn't compel me in Atlanta even though I didn't have my vervain and I hated you. He could have done whatever he wanted to me, but he didn't." Her voice gained strength as she turned her back on Damon as he gripped her hand behind her back, willing her to absorb strength. "And he could have snapped my neck that night and kept me forever but he didn't. I had to beg him to drink from me and he could stop without me passing out from the blood loss. He cares about me enough to stop."
"Elena-" said Stefan stepping towards her.
"Stefan." she stopped him swiftly. "I think we both knew this was close to the end for a while. Katherine coming back should be a sign that this is the end." She set her hand on his shoulder. "I should have ended us before I- we-" she looked back at Damon. "I should have ended it first." She turned her back on both of them. "I shouldn't have slept with him."
"So you're saying that you didn't enjoy-"said Stefan smirking at his brother.
"No." she said trying not to sound too condescending. "I'm saying that I'm not Katherine. I'm saying I should have ended this before I did. I don't want to pit brother against brother for some twisted entertainment. She kept you both close enough to keep you hoping she'd choose one of you. I'm not going to string you along like that. I'm not Katherine." As she repeated this her voice cracked. "Damon." she said her voice pleading and he was beside her, holding her from behind in a way that was not sexual or even possessive. If was as if he was holding her up, supporting her. "I'm sorry Stefan." she said gently squeezing Damon's arm. "I can't make myself feel something I don't. I can't be with you anymore." Damon looked down at her partially to gaze at her in amazement for her strength and decisiveness and also to avoid looking at Stefan's reaction.
Stefan looked at the girl who only days before he had held as her brother was holding her now, gently comforting her with only his touch. He had never seen Damon like this with anyone, not even Katherine. As he watched, Damon stroked the hair out of her face, kissing the top of her head as she turned into him gasping in shuddering breaths. He didn't seem to be doing it to torture Stefan, in fact he seemed to have forgotten Stefan was even there.
He was now whispering over and over as he stroked her hair, "You're not Katherine. You will never be Katherine." She had started to cry quietly into his chest. He had no idea if she was crying because of Katherine, ending things with Stefan or something else completely. He just knew he needed to help her feel protected, safe, comforted. When he looked up again as the door clicked shut."He's gone now, Elena."
As soon as the words left his mouth she dropped down, her knees crumpling beneath her, letting herself sob fully, gulping for breath as she gripped her chest. He dropped down to meet her eye to eye. He reached out and brushed the steadily flowing tears away with his thumb, kissing her cheeks and tasting her salty skin. "I thought he was going to drain me, just to punish you." she said her voice shaking. "When he backed me into the wall like that... I'd never seen him so angry. Not even when you-" she stopped abruptly gulping back tears.
"Not even when I what?" he said looking her in her eyes. "Tell me."
"When you threatened to turn me." she said looking up at him. He sat back on his heels looking down at his feet.
"I'm sorry about that." he said. "and now that we're being all honest and open, that wasn't really about threatening you. Even after Stefan gave me back the Grimoire, I didn't want to let you go. Even when I thought I still wanted Katherine. And I felt like even if Stefan could have you, he couldn't say he was in your veins, under your skin." As he said this he stroked the wrist he had fed from. It had closed up again but was still tender under his fingers.
"When I do decide to turn, I want you to do it." she said looking at her wrist.
"When?" he said looking shocked if not a little smug.
"If." she corrected, pulling her wrist into her and pulling the sheet closer around her clearly feeling uncomfortable. He pulled her wrist towards him kissing the bite. He helped her stand but she was still shaking so much he was worried she couldn't stand on her own. He walked her over, placing her at the center of her bed, her feet hanging off the side.
She leaned into him, her arms braced against his chest. He pulled her arm up to him again. "Is your wrist feeling ok?" he said looking at the freshly closed wound. She nodded as he let his tongue trail along the newly formed skin, the faint taste of her blood still lingering there. "When." he said brushing his thumb along her collarbone and tilting his face up to hers.
"What?" she said her head still spinning.
"You said 'if' you decide to turn". I say 'when'." She started to argue but closed her lips firmly.
"When." she agreed. He smiled at her then kissed her softly sucking at her bottom lip. "Will you stay here." she said pulling away from him pressing her forehead against him. "Just in case Stefan and Katherine change their minds about murdering me in my sleep."
"You don't even need a reason." he said. He kissed her again his hand running up her spine as he laid her back on the bed. He crawled over her, one hand bracing himself over her the other pulling at the top of the sheet still tightly wrapped around her.
She turned her head to the side to free her mouth. "Not for that." she said though she could feel her heart starting to race again and the look on Damon's face told her he heard it too. "I just want to know you're here for me." She looked back up at him not sure if he would ignore her protests and bury himself deep in her and not sure if she would really mind if he did.
"Of course." he said gritting his teeth. She could tell he wanted to have her again but he knew she wasn't anywhere near ready. He stood pulling away from her taking a deep breath in resolve. He pulled open a drawer at random handing her a deep red tank top and a pair of shorts. She looked at him confused. "I only have so much will power." He said gesturing for her to change as he turned his back on her. "If you expect me to stay here all night and keep my hands off you I can't see that body of yours." He heard her drop the sheet and pull on the clothes he had handed her. "Well at least not tonight."
"If your goal was to resist temptation you didn't exactly dress me appropriately." she said. He turned and knew exactly what she meant. The top clung to her skin and left a two inch strip of smooth creamy skin between the minuscule shorts barely covering the curve of her ass, and the scarlet fabric. She looked down at herself biting her lip and she looked back up at him. "There's some actual pajamas in the bottom drawer."
"Good to know but you're not covering up any more of that skin." He said crossing the room so quickly her eyes could barely process it before he was pressed against her his hand running over the bare skin of her lower back.
"Damon." she said he voice dangerously close to a moan as she closed her eyes knowing that if she caught a glimpse of those piercing eyes she'd lose all control. "Not now."
"I know." he said breathing heavily in her ear as his hand slid up her back into her hair and his other circled her waist. "But I can't help myself." He took a deep breath and pulled away lifting his hands in mock surrender. "Ok, ok I can restrain myself."
She backed away from him from him trying to steady her breath. She climbed into bed pulling the comforter over her. Damon laid next to her still shirtless. She rolled over to study his face. "What are you thinking?" he said.
"Just..." she said settling into the bed. "I don't know how I kept telling myself that I was meant to be with Stefan for so long. I don't know if I ever would have admitted it to myself if you hadn't..." she trailed off looking over his body. "What are you thinking?" she said changing the subject abruptly.
"I was wondering," he said pulling her closer to him, "how I'm going to fall asleep when your bed still smells like sex." His familiar smirk slid over his lips. Elena rolled her eyes before she settled into his chest. She closed her eyes, looping one of her legs over him to pull him closer. Her voice was sleepy and as a smile slid over her lips she yawned.
"What are you really... thinking." she said yawning again. He stroked her hair running a thumb over her angled cheekbones. She turned into his hand loving the gentle brush of his fingers on her skin.
"I was wondering," he said as Elena fell asleep in his arms. "What you were about to say before Stefan walked in." he said. He looked down and saw she was unconscious. He slid an arm around her waist, looking into her face. She was Katherine's mirror image only in appearance. He had shared a bed with Katherine countless times but they had never slept like this. Katherine was cold, distant rolling onto her side away from him. She had never just let him hold her. Elena not only let him but craved it. He held her tighter kissing her shoulder and she sighed in her sleep. He closed his eyes and let himself slip into dreamless sleep.
Sorry it took so long to update but the first week of classes have been ridiculous! I love all your review and would love even more! *hint hint* I may be slow to update but I'll keep going as long as the reviews keep coming.