Chapter 3.
"I'll take your body everytime, pleasuring you. And then what happens when he comes back?"
His words reverberated constantly in her mind. Every time she woke up with the morning sun, she heard the echo of his harsh voice accusingly saying, "What happens when he comes back?". What would happen when Stefan came back? What would happen to Damon and Elena and the memory of the heated night they had shared in eachothers arm? Could Elena simply explain to Stefan of her desperate desire for his brother? Would Stefan come back a changed and distant man and simply not care? Or would he make them both pay for the unspeakable betrayal? More importantly, Elena thought, what would Damon do? Would he dispose her and that night from his memory? Elena shuttered at that thought. He wouldn't forget about that night in her arms, that night when he filled her emptiness with his desire.
Alaric entered the Elena's room, interrupting her thoughts. "Elena, I'm heading of to the Diner, Jeremy is there working late tonight. Lets go see him." He paused, staring at her blank expression, "I'm worried, it will be good for to leave the house and catch up with some friends. Mat and Bonnie are there."
Elena thought it would be good to leave the confinement of her room, and leave the thoughts of Damon - for just a little while. She accepted the offer, and went to put on a black jacket. Her quickly brushed her hair until it layed silkily down her back. She thought of Damon's hands touching her hair, in her hair, grasping her to him with his heated silky kisses. She shivered.
Elena sat with Bonnie and Matt in the diner, drinking soda and trying to grasp the tidbits of discussion. Alaric sat at the bar, occasionally chatting with Jeremy who was busy working.
"Oh, look who's over there with a date." Bonnie said, discretely pointing at the table across theirs. Elena looked up and saw Damon with a blond haired women. A women! Elena's senses grasped her, and she felt the room closing in on her. Her heart, that was full of only Damon, was starting to swell up.
Bonnie and Matt stared with confusion at Elena's stark reaction to the sight of Damon with another women. "Elena?" Bonnie inquired with an accusing look.
"Yes?" Elena turned her face away from the sickening site of Damon laughing with another women, his eyes so full, his hands on her back, as she spoke sitting so darned close to him!
"You look really offended or something."
"Well, I am. He should be looking for his brother and bringing him back, not wasting time flirting with women! He should be looking for Stefan," What Elena really thought was: How could I not be offended, filled with anger at this sight. When his skin pressed mine, when his flesh pressed mine, when his lips pressed mine, when his heart pressed mine! Mine, mine, mine.
"He can't put his life on hold for Stefan's stupid choices. Stefan's a big boy and he's been gone for quite some time."
"What are you trying to say, Bonnie?"
Bonnie smiled warmly at Elena, trying to ease her. "What I'm saying is, if Damon wants to be with women instead of bring back his brother, then who are we to stop him?"
"If you two will please excuse me, I need to use the rest room." Elena excused her self, walking past Damon's table with unshed tear leering at the corner of eyes. She walked into the restroom and glared at her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes were wet, her face was lost. Empty. What are you doing, Damon? Elena wanted to ask him. What are you doing to us? It's been many weeks since that night, and since then only pain and emptiness have been present in our days.
As Elena walked out of the restroom, she caught Damon's eyes. His eyes were far, indifferent, brave, and cool. But Elena could see past the game, and right into the man. She saw the emotion that strained his cold, lost soul. As Elena walked to her table, she saw that Matt and Bonnie were at the pool table, and was thankful because she wanted to sit by herself for a moment before she said her goodbyes and ran home. She saw Damon and his blond women walking toward her table. She wanted to grow fiery wings, and breeze far from here, from him.
"Hi, didn't expect to see you here. We were just leaving." Damon stared at her, his indifference was diminishing from the sight of her, and the moment became tense as he stared at her bandaged and hidden neck wound that he had sucked on and taken from.
Elena noticed that his gaze rest on her throat, his gaze moving lower, until she became uncomfortable yet filled with such a deranged longing. Kiss me where your eyes are looking at, kiss me on the skin right above my heart, right next to my breasts, on them.
"This is Melanie, Elena. My date for the night."
Elena barely acknowledge his date, feeling such date for the night? What the hell was that even supposed to mean? It hurt Elena to even think about it.
Melanie's hair was blond, lush and volumed. Her lips painted red, her dress tight, her body leaning into Damon. Did Damon like her volumed hair? Did Damon like her painted and pouty lips? Did Damon want to seek comfort in her hair and lips, touching and loving them? Elena's body froze.
"How do you know Damon?" Melanie asked Elena.
Before Elena could answer, Damon said with a hint of bitterness in his voice, "She's my brothers girl."
Melanie smiled suddenly, revealing startling white teeth, "Oh, for a minute there I thought you were both..."
"I have to go," Elena said standing up and walking away.
When she was at the car park trying to open the door of her car, she felt a hard hand grip her arm, spin her around to him, and press her against the car. Elena gasped as she saw his cold blue eyes only inches from hers. "Why is it, that this one day, I decide to get out of the house and breath and forget about you, you show up? Why are you ruining my life with your presence, preventing me from moving on?" His grip on her arm became tighter, and she winced, staring up at him sadly, "tell me, damn it!" he demanding, pressing his hard body against her trembling one.
"Damon, let go of me! Damon!" It hurt her to say his name. He was so close to her she could smell an unfamiliar women's fragrance on him, and tried to keep herself from bursting into tears. He smelt like his date. He smelt like sin. "How can you touch me after you've touched that women," She said looking at his strong and firm hands that were pressing into her arm.
"I didn't sleep with her." He said abruptly as her tortured eyes met his, "it's a shame isn't it, that I can't talk to another women without thinking about you? It's a damn shame." He was breathing hard, pressing into her tighter. "Look at those eyes of yours, how they look at me, how they beg me to touch you."
"Stop it, Damon! I'm your brothers girl, remember? You made your point clear before. Now please, Damon. Go back to her." Her eyes were filled with suppressed tears, suppressed sobs.
"Look at those lips of yours. How they are pleading me to leave. Yet they rise and pout, begging my lips to meet them. Begging my lips to kiss you all over."
Elena grew hot with his words, she trembled uncontrollably.
"It's a shame though, that those lips of yours belong to someone else. My dear brother owns them. I'm a thief for taking pleasure from your lips, how hungrily I kissed them that night we made love. It's a shame, isn't it? Have you ever touched something that didn't belong to you? Have you ever wanted something that belonged to someone else so bad? Have you?"
Elena let a suppressed tear fall down her cheek, why was he tearing her apart like this? She remembered when she saw him sitting close with that women and wanting to yell at him for allowing that women to sit close to his body. His body, that she had kissed and loved, surely did not seek another womens touch. She thought: Mine, mine, mine.
"Damon, look at my lips. Tell me, who do they seek? Kiss them and tell me who they belong to."
He looked at her lips, touched them with his fingers, licking them with his feverish tongue. She moaned. "Are you empty, Elena?"
She touched his face with her warm and trembling hands, "I'm empty," She whispered against his mouth.
"Do you need me to fill you? Let me fill you." She opened her mouth and his tongue entered her mouth, searching, and withdrawing, extracting heat as he entered her mouth again and again. She held him tight, pressing her body into his.
"Elena, I'm too full. Don't fill me, empty me. Empty till I feel nothing. Until there is nothing."
"Don't say that." They kissed again, as her hands moved against his body, in search for his heat.
"Come on, empty me. Give me release." Without another word, they got into the back of her car and drowned each other with the heat of their bare bodies. Feverish, lost in dire sweat, clinging unto each other, as Damon made love to her with all the unrestrained emotion he felt for her. Such desperate, grueling, noisy lovemaking in the backseat of Elena's car.