AN: Hey! So this chapter is way early, but I was so anxious about writing the damned lemon that I just decided to get it over with. Thus, I combined two chapters together to make this one full of drama and lemony goodness. Thanks so much to everyone who R and R'd the last chapter! Love you! :)
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Chapter Twelve
Bonnie's POV
I sat in the corner of wherever the hell I was, taking in the scene of the forest.
I had been given the opportunity to come out and sit in the dining room, which, of course, I took. Anna had given me this nasty-ass porridge stuff that tasted like wallpaper paste in my mouth.
"How's breakfast?" Katherine asked as she came in the door.
"It's really disgusting, actually."
"Ungrateful little bitch," Anna muttered.
"Anna! That's no way to speak to a guest."
"Isn't there some other rule that states that you can't hold your guests as hostages for more than twenty four hours?" I asked hopefully.
She shrugged. "No."
"Um, can I go now?"
She frowned. "Why would you even ask that question?"
"I don't know."
She nodded and retrieved a glass of blood from the refrigerator, making me gag on what was left of the mush in my bowl.
"Do you have to drink that in here?"
"Do you have to eat that in here?"
"Well, unlike you, I cannot just get up and go anywhere I want to, so yes, I do."
"What's the big deal? Its just blood!"
"Well, excuse me, but I'm still a little bit sensitive to that subject, seeing as how you nearly drained me after you used me!"
She made a mocking sad face. "I am sorry about that, you know. Believe it or not, I don't do everything I do on purpose. And you just looked so delicious…"
I slammed my dirty spoon down when she leaned in towards my throat.
"No. I'm going back to my cell, now."
She snorted. "Your cell?"
"It might as well be."
She shrugged. "Whatever you say."
I ignored something rude that Anna said and made my way back to my cell where I sat for most of the day, doing nothing.
Lucy came in towards dinnertime and sat down next to me, looking forlorn.
"Err… I'm sorry about what happened last night."
I shrugged. "Don't worry about it."
She looked perplexed. "Who forgets about something like that so easily?"
"I do, apparently."
"Don't you want to know what happened?"
"Not really. Unless someone got hurt, I don't care."
"Well then, I guess you don't really need to know."
"Great."
"What's wrong with you?"
I scowled at her. "There's nothing wrong with me, than you very much."
"Don't you want to know how I know you?"
"You don't know me."
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't. But go ahead and tell me how you think you know me."
"I know you because we're both witches."
I froze. "Um… I'm not a witch."
"Yes, you are. Don't lie to me. It's in our blood."
"Our blood?"
"Mm-hmm. We're cousins, you know."
"What kind of cousin would possess her own family member?"
She rolled her eyes. "That's not what happened at all."
I gave her the hand. "You know what? Just forget it. I don't want to hear it."
Before she could continue to bother me, there were loud screams and the familiar sound of Elena saying the word 'fuck' multiple times.
Well, actually it was Katherine, but you get the point. Their voices were the exact same.
Stefan had Anna lying dead, on the floor, next to the refrigerator and was fighting Katherine. He threw her across the room, just hard enough to knock her out, and grabbed me, and then we were gone.
I laughed like a crazy person when I realized that we were actually outside, and it had never felt so good.
"Where are Damon and Elena?"
He shrugged. "Who cares?"
Fair enough.
Elena's POV (A few hours earlier)
"Has anyone seen Bonnie?"
Damon groaned. "Ugh! Not again!"
I glared at him. "I've already checked my phone, and Stefan, you just went over there to find her gone. "
Damon shrugged. "Maybe she went to the supermarket."
"Yes, Damon, because that makes perfect sense. Why didn't I think of that before?"
He put his hands up in surrender (which was a rarity in itself) and sat down.
"Well, let's go over there and see if she's back."
And so we went over to Bonnie's grandmother's house, only to find a note.
Want her? , it read in bold calligraphy. Come and find her.
They both scowled at the note while I noted that there was a weird scent in the air.
"How the hell did you miss that, Stephanie?" I asked him.
He shrugged. "I don't know."
We all argued for a while and finally agreed on just following the scent that led into the middle of nowhere. Eventually, I got tired and they got tired of me slowing them down, so we settled for me hopping on Damon's back and us running from there.
Eventually, we came upon a little old house in the deep heart of the forest. It was made out of a dark stone, and smoke was coming out of the chimney, and there were windows in the front. It was actually quite beautiful, it not a little bit creepy.
Stefan peered through the window as Damon put me down and tensed up immediately, looking like he had just seen a ghost. Damon looked positively murderous when he emerged from the frame and swept me up into his arms, going the same way we had come from.
"Wait! Where are we going?"
"Back home."
"But why? We just got here!"
"It's not safe for you. Or for me, for that matter."
"Damon!" Stefan called out.
"What?" he snapped curtly.
"Don't let her ruin everything."
"Don't let who ruin everything?" I interjected. They both ignored me.
"I'm not. It's not safe for Elena."
"Oh, since when do you even care about Elena?"
From the look on Damon's face, I could have sworn that he was about to bitch slap Stephanie.
"I've cared about her since the second I laid eyes on her."
"But why? She's just a stupid human!"
Damon growled threateningly. "She's more than that. And you take that back."
"No!"
"Why can't you just let me be happy for once, Stefan? Haven't I lived in misery for long enough?"
"Yes! We both have! Now I think you should get over your little high-school crush and move on!"
"It's not just a 'crush', Stefan!"
"Then what is it?"
"I'm in love with her, okay?" he shouted, making my entire world stop. "I love her more than anything else in the entire universe and there's nothing that I won't do for her. And I'm going to keep her safe, no matter what."
He looked downright terrified when he looked at me for the first time after saying that, and it was then that I knew that I completely belonged to him, body and soul.
"Stefan, if Damon says that we need to get out of here, then we need to get out of here, alright? I love him with everything I have and I'm not going to risk that over whoever the hell this stupid girl is. So you can go back, if you want, but I'm not going to."
They both stared at me in shock after my little speech and Stefan turned around, without muttering another word, and left.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I looked up at him and smiled a genuine smile.
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We walked in silence for the entire remainder home, neither one of us knowing what to say. Once we closed the door, though, it was like there was some sort of magic in the air.
"I love you," he said as he leaned into kiss me.
I smiled. "I love you, too."
I didn't know if Stefan and Bonnie were okay, but, in all honesty, I really didn't care… because Damon and I were about to do something that I'd wanted to do ever since the first time I'd laid eyes on him.
We were going to have sex.
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His hands were everywhere.
My face, my stomach, my chest, my arms, my legs… every part of me was being showered with desperate fingers and hungry kisses, his slight stubble turning me on even further as it softly scratched my delicate skin. Every once in a while he would open his mouth and blow cool air on my scorching hot body, which made me gasp for air as my fingers lost circulation from holding onto the bed's sheets so tightly.
His face made it's way down to my bare stomach, having no time examining it as I was left only in my undergarments. He had ripped off my clothes long ago, and at that moment I honestly couldn't have cared less where they were, even though I knew in the back of my head—where every other thought that didn't have to do with Damon was in that moment—that they were in the corner near the door, which was shut and locked. Good luck killing the mood now, Stephanie.
His soft hair tickled my leg as he kissed along the inside of my thigh, purposely teasing me by making a sexy growling noise, before heading back to my knee. He repeated this circuit several times before I gave up and pulled on his hair like they were reigns, trying to steer his delicious lips up north, which was when I noticed that his noises got louder, which led me to believe that he was actually enjoying the pain.
Of course, my feeble human grasp wasn't going to do him much harm, anyway.
"Ugh," he muttered. "Harder."
Somehow I still managed to let my sarcasm shine through. "I thought I was the one that was supposed to be saying that."
Regardless, I pulled harder on his beautiful dark hair and closed my eyes in contentment as his roars got impossibly louder.
I opened them in shock, just seconds later, when he pinned me down and laid on top of me, supporting his weight on his forearms has he dove into a deep kiss.
His lips were soft as his mouth explored mine, his tongue eager and his breath icy cold, and it was the sweetest kiss that we had ever had. Instead of it being just out of sexual frustration, this was out of true and genuine love. I'd never felt anything like it, but I knew that I never wanted to let such an incredible and rare moment go.
My fingers tangled back into his hair and pulled again, earning his moan of approval. His fingers were locked just above my hips, his thumbs on either side of my breasts. I did what I could to get the rest of my body even closer to his and made a noise of protest as his lips left mine.
He hushed me softly, gave me one more quick kiss on the lips, and then went downward. His lips brushed along my jaw line, down my neck, and onto my chest. He paused and looked up at me questioningly, like he was waiting for my permission.
I inwardly rolled my eyes and nodded frantically as his hands lightly molded around my breasts, just staying there, and then squeezed gently.
It was a strange feeling; it was like a jolt of sexual electricity running all up and down my body, happening over and over again each time he squeezed. I was making all sorts of disgusting and loud noises and I barely even noticed when his hands expertly unclasped my bra in one fast movement… and then he was just staring.
"Beautiful," I could have sworn I heard him mutter just as I was starting to get self-conscious.
Of course, I'd been naked in front of other boys before we'd had sex before. Hell, Matt had seen my boobs. But this was completely different; unlike the rest of them, I actually cared what Damon thought of me. He wasn't just some trophy that I could carry around, no matter how magnificent he was.
No, Damon was much more than that. He was everything to me. Without him, I was nothing, and vice versa. And let's not forget how much competition I have to work with. I mean, look at him; he's a fucking supermodel! How am I supposed to compete with that?
He must have seen that something was wrong because he stopped and came back up so that we were face to face. He cupped my cheek with his right hand and looked at me, concerned.
"Hey. What's wrong?" He asked me, concerned.
"Nothing," I managed to squeak out, even though something obviously was.
He rolled his eyes. "Now's not the time to lie to me. Did I hurt you?"
I stared at him, confused, which he must have taken as a 'yes'.
His face was horrified. "Oh, God. I did, didn't I? Damn it! Where do you hurt? What can I do to help?"
This excessive babbling was so… unlike Damon. While it was cute, it wasn't what I needed right now. I needed strong, confident and sexy Damon.
"No, no. I'm fine."
Instant relief flooded over his face. "Good. Then what is it?"
I cringed. How was I supposed to tell him that I was jealous of his beauty without looking like a complete idiot?
"Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"
"I'm jealous of your beauty, okay?"
He stared at me in silence. "…What?"
"I'm insecure about my mediocre looks. I mean, look at you! You could be a model anywhere in the world."
The reaction I was expecting least from him, out of anything I could think of, was anger.
"Elena!"
"What?"
"Are you serious?"
"Um… yes?"
This man is absolutely blind if he can't see the difference between myself and him, and I know for a fact that he has perfect vision.
He sighed and gently pulled me up from the bed, dragging me to the full-length mirror in the corner. The girl in front of Damon was barely even recognizable.
I had my same golden-blonde hair and blue eyes, my same petite frame, but everything else was completely different. My usually fair skin was flushed with color and my hair was wild, no doubt from thrashing around on the bed. My eyes were bright and wide awake, something that I hadn't seen in a long time.
For the first time ever, I felt like a real woman.
"Do you really think that you're 'mediocre' now?"
I studied the mirror again. "That girl doesn't even look like me."
He frowned. "Elena, that girl looks exactly like you. And that probably has something to do with the fact that she is you."
"No, she doesn't! That girl looks like she's been happy and content all her life. I've only been happy and content since…"
"Since what?"
"Since I met you," I realized out loud. I'd come to terms with the fact, even back when I hated him, that it was like everything that had ever been off was right when I met him. It was like a gaping hole inside of me was filled.
He smiled and spun me around to give me a kiss. "Glad I could be of assistance." Our lips didn't lock for nearly long enough, but I wasn't going to fight him, because I knew that there were going to be many more to come.
He turned me around again and this time the girl actually was me. I don't know what he did, even to this day, but he sparked something inside of me. You'd think that I'd have enough confidence, but the truth of the matter is that being the same room with Damon takes a hit at anyone's self esteem.
"Thanks, Damon."
I didn't know how I could repay him, but knowing him, he wouldn't want me to, anyway.
"You're welcome. Now get your ass back into that bed. We're not even close to being finished."
I squealed as he sprawled out onto the mattress and I fell on top of him, his arms wrapping around my hips to help support me.
"Now, where were we?"
I shrugged, because I honestly had no idea.
"You know what? You're wearing too many clothes."
I yanked his shirt off and he kicked his pants onto the floor, leaving him in just his boxers, which I thoroughly enjoyed staring at.
He smirked. "Want to see what's underneath?"
I must have looked just a little bit too eager because his boxers were gone before I could even wink and, low and behold, was the treasure of all treasures.
It. Was. Huge.
I can't even begin to tell you what it was like to stare at him, completely naked for the first time, but I'll attempt to by asking you this simple question. How many times have you ever gotten to unabashedly stare at your vampire boyfriend's cock that must be, like, a foot long for the first time?
That's what I thought.
"Your turn."
My heart started beating twice as fast as it had been as his fingers hooked inside my panties and slowly pulled down, taking my only piece of clothing and tossing it into the pile of clothes that was slowly but stealthily growing into a miniature Eiffel Tower.
I clenched my eyes shut while he leaned back and took in my general nakedness with his heart-wrenchingly beautiful eyes. My nerves formed into tighter and tighter bunches every time I heard his breathing quicken or slow down.
"Perfect," he muttered, just loud enough for him to hear.
I cracked an eye open to see him in the exact same position he had been in, just laying there, very quietly, observing.
"What are you doing down there?"
"Just watching you."
My teenage hormonal body was losing patience with his teasing, and fast.
"I had better be getting some sort of release soon, or you're going to be facing a very ugly sight later," I hissed.
He winked. "Not a problem."
He abruptly slid a long, cool finger inside of me, causing me to shriek in surprise. His thumb circled around my bundle of nerves, making me to hold onto his shoulders for dear life and my legs to shake like an earthquake.
He smirked in his sexy way and pulled out his finger, only to slide two back in, in and out, starting up a fast rhythm.
"Oh, fuck," I muttered into his shoulder. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing as he continued, the minutes that he was doing this being both torturous and wonderful at the same time. One side of me was begging for release while the other one never wanted this to end.
His fingers and thumb sped up even faster and I was right there… and then he stopped.
"What… what the fuck?" I spluttered out.
He smiled and brought his mouth up to kiss mine, and I somehow knew that it was time. There wasn't going to be any more of our precious time wasted on foreplay or games.
He flipped us over so that he was on top again and asked me if I was sure.
"I'm sure."
I had never been so sure of anything in my entire life.
He, very slowly, pressed his lips against mine as he pushed inside of me, causing me to moan more loudly than I ever had in my entire life. It was almost uncomfortable at first, due to both his size and the sheer face that it had just been a while since I'd done it, but it didn't take long to get over that.
He pulled out and rammed back into me at a very slow pace, making me pant and sweat and beg him to keep going. He kept on kissing my face the entire time, and he kept his arms around me protectively, reassuring me that nothing bad was going to happen.
Unlike every other time I'd had sex, this didn't feel like a sin. I didn't feel like I was being a whore or dirty. This wasn't even what I could call fucking; it was making love, which was something that I'd never had the pleasure of experiencing before.
I wasn't one of those people that thought I was going to go to hell just because I wasn't married, but this was opening my eyes up to what sex really was. It wasn't about getting my rocks off; it was about being in love and being able to express that physically. It was a truly remarkable feeling to work my way up to what was undoubtedly going to be one of the best orgasms of my entire life.
Just knowing that I loved him and he loved me was enough.
I couldn't help but think back to when we had first met. It was almost hilarious, how afraid I had been afraid of him; there was no one in the world that I trusted my life with more than him, after all. Looking at his face as he made love to me, I knew in that moment that there was nowhere else in the world that I'd rather be.
Eventually, my body was ready, and I began to convulse and shake and shudder all around him. Finally, my walls clenched all around him and I was on an unbelievable high, like nothing else you can ever feel—I was floating on air and seeing stars for a couple of seconds, before I came back down to earth to find myself exhausted, sweaty and in Damon's arms.
I wrapped myself all around him and sighed in both happiness and tiredness my eyes drooping closed. He gave me one last kiss on the lips, reminding me of everything that had just happened.
"Love you," I muttered as I drifted into sleep.
"Love you, too."
And then we slept, having nothing in the world to worry about besides each other.
AN: Or so they'd like to think!
Speaking of thinking, what were your thoughts on the lemon? It's my very first one ever, you know. I'm holding my breath as I'm posting this, because I'm extremely anxious to hear your thoughts.
I'm pretty sure the next update will be the Monday after this upcoming one, but who knows? It could be early; it could be late. We'll just have to wait and see.
Thanks so much to everyone who takes the time to R&R—you guys are the best and I love you all!
Lots of love,
Evie (CreativleySpecial)
