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This chapter is pretty full of Delena goodness, so I hope you'll all let me know your thoughts... ;)
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If she had been happy and thrilled when Damon walked in just ten minutes ago, now she wished that he never did.
"You have to what?" She whispered in disbelief.
"I have to go back to Chicago." He repeated again, his eyes never leaving hers as he searched for her reaction.
When he saw the sorrow and concern in her eyes he realized that she had taken his statement at its worst.
"Elena, it's not permanent. I told you I was going to stay here." He reassured her, his thumb tracing soothing patterns on her cheek.
"I know." She said biting her bottom lip. "But it doesn't mean that I like it. Especially since you've really taken me aback with this news." She chuckled humorless.
"You know that I would spend every minute of everyday with you, but there are some things that I need to settle before leaving for good." He said softly.
"For how long?" She suddenly asked.
"A couple of weeks." He confessed.
"This sucks." She pouted as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"I agree." He said with a chuckle, encircling her back tightly.
Elena was scared of how much she had started to need Damon in her life. The mere thought of losing him, or even not being with him, was like a sucker punch right in her stomach. It had been a long time since she had completely relied on a person so much. He owned her; body and soul.
"You can take the day off if you want to." She heard Vicky's voice saying.
She looked at Vicky and saw her winking and giving her thumbs up. Elena shook her head, smiling amused.
"Okay Vic, thanks." She shouted back.
"So does this mean that I have my girl all for myself today?" Damon asked while doing his infamous eye-thing.
His hands were softly caressing her hips and belly button and Elena found herself shivering lightly at the contact.
"Absolutely." She said bringing their bodies closer, giving him a wicked smile. "I'm just going to grab my stuff and I'm all yours."
As he looked at her disappearing into the grill's dressing room, Damon sighed, thinking about Elena's immediate reaction when he told her that he had to leave for Chicago. He knew that she suffered from abandonment issues sometimes and that he indeed took her by surprise, but didn't she know just how much she meant to him? He would never leave her. It wasn't possible anymore anyway…he was in love with her.
And it wasn't the light-hearted, silly, crush that he always had on her ever since high school. This time it was different. He wanted to spend every moment with her, his heart fluttered in his chest even for her silliest smile and he wanted to worship her. He would literally do anything for that girl.
Maybe he should just tell her. I'm in love with you. I love you.
The fear of rejection though was still there, and they were in such a great place right now. What if those words scared her or even bothered her?
He was so freaking whipped. He first came back into this town with the intention of being nothing but an asshole to her, and now here he was, vulnerable and head over heels for Elena Gilbert.
It hit him suddenly; maybe he should ask her to go to Chicago with him. That would give him the time to collect his feelings, especially with her around him all the time, and he knew that it would make her happy as well. And honestly the thought of staying away from her for two weeks was unbereable.
Although…shit, what if she said no because spending every night with him would make her feel uncomfortable? That was the last thing he wanted.
His doubtful thoughts were interrupted when she reapperead with a smile on her face.
"I'm ready to go." She affirmed as she gently took his hand in hers and entwined their fingers.
She smiled shyly at him and he found himself smiling right back at those doe eyes. That smile of hers was one of his favorites.
Her eyes grew immediatly suspicious when she saw him looking so serious.
"Oh god tell me you're not mad at me again." She said as they stepped out of the Grill.
He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face her, a little baffled.
"What?" He said confusedly.
"I don't know, you seem so tense and serious all of a sudden. Did I say something wrong?" She asked.
He smirked amused, and even though sometimes she wanted to rip that smirk off his face, her body's reaction seemed to tell her otherwise.
"Elena Gilbert, you are one paranoid person." He sighed as he took her hand again and started walking towards his car.
"Then what is it?" She said impatiently.
"Did you have lunch yet?" He then asked.
"Uhm...no." She said knotting her eyebrows in confusion at his random question.
"Then I'm going to take you to a cozy nice restaurant that I know and we're going to talk there." He said before kissing her on the cheek and opening the car door for her.
"I'd rather go to your place actually." She said.
"You want to go to the Boarding House?" He asked.
"Nope, I said your place." She repeated with a glint in her eyes.
"As you wish, milady." He replied with the same glint.
The drive was quiet but Elena was dying to know. What was the big deal anyway? Why couldn't he just tell her now?
"Can I ask you what this is about?" She questioned.
"I…just want to propose you something and I don't know if you're okay with it." He said shrugging.
"Oh. Alright." Elena just said a little taken aback.
He wanted to propose her something? She didn't know why but the idea excited her immediatly, even though he seemed to believe the contrary.
As soon as they got to his apartment, Elena smiled happily inside at the thought that she was finally going to know if her excitement was worth the candle. Maybe he would ask her the most stupid thing, but then why did he seem so thoughtful and nervous about it?
"What do you want to eat?" Damon asked her.
"I don't know. Surprise me." She said shrugging with a smile.
"Then chicken parmesan it is. That's one of my best dishes." He said with a proud grin.
"Mmmh." Elena hummed quietly as she approached him and wrapped her arms around him, her hands roaming his muscled back. "I almost forgot that my sexy boyfriend is an awesome cooker."
"You can blame my half-Italian soul for it." He said huskily, his lips teasingly brushing on hers. "I still remember how much you enjoyed that lasagna I brought at Jenna's that night."
"That's probably the only thing worth remembering that night." She said cringing, pushing his chest lightly.
"Why, was it that bad?" He asked playfully.
"Well gee let's see." She said sarcastically, crossing her arms. "You almost caught me naked in the bathroom, that Andie bitch had her claws over you all night, you were a jerk to me, and Logan Fell was there too."
She gave him a pointed look and he laughed at her pissy mood.
Damon didn't genuinely laugh very often, but when he did, he could light up a whole room. His laugh was one of the most melodic and beautiful sounds Elena had ever heard.
"Well gee let's see." He said mocking her previous tone. "I see absolutely nothing wrong with the first one." He said seductively as he pinched her on the butt and then headed to the kitchen.
Elena gasped audibly and chased him down the kitchen.
"Damon Salvatore, you cannot say such things! We weren't even close then!" She said slapping the back of his head playfully.
"It doesn't mean that I didn't fantasize about you already." He said waggling his eyebrows.
Elena blushed a deep tomato red and took a deep breath to calm herself down.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" She then changed subject, clearing her throat a little.
"Fill these." He said handing her two glasses and a bottle of red wine.
"Okay. Anything else?" She said.
"Yes…come here for a sec." He just said.
"So?" She asked once she reached him.
Next thing she knew were his lips on hers, attacking her mouth in a vigurous passion. It sent tingles right down her spine and lower parts, and she moaned loudly as she gripped his long raven hair for support. His hardness was pressing intimately against her and she threw her head back as he started kissing her neck.
"Weren't you supposed to cook?" She half moaned.
"This is your fault." He whispered huskily, placing her on the counter. "For reminding me of you in nothing but panties and a bra."
His hands roamed under her silky shirt and she shuddered heavily as his cool fingers kept pacing patters up and down her flesh, slowly reaching her bra.
"God Elena I want to touch you." Damon groaned, his eyes shimmering with desire.
She was too absorbed in the moment to say no anyway, all she could do was nod numbly.
One of his hands gently squeezed her breast, slowly moving under it so he could pinch and caress one of her hardened perky nipples. Her eyes rolled back in the back of her head as she threw her head back and let him work his magic on her breast. Her panties were becoming soaked wet by the second as she felt an unbereable throbbing pulse down her pussy. She felt the urge to press her thighs together so the ache would fade but Damon's hard body between them wouldn't let her.
"Damon…" She cried out when he squeezed her breast hard.
"We should probably cool down." He said huskily, his cheeks flushed.
That was Damon talking, since his dick was telling him the opposite.
"You're right." She breathed out.
Damn man, leaving her all hot and bothered. She gave him another quick kiss before hopping down the counter, pulling down her shirt and feeling her panties uncomfortably wet.
She snorted in amusement when she saw Damon trying to adjust his showing hardness.
"Trust me this is not funny. At all." he said.
"Oh you poor thing." She teased.
"You're the one to talk?" He smirked devilishly. "I can feel how wet you are for me even through your jeans."
Damon's words just turned her on even more, if possible.
"Shut up and start cooking for your woman. I'm going to set the table." She said firmly, narrowing her eyes.
She filled the glasses of wine and put them up on the table after she finished to set it up. He still had to tell what he wanted to ask her and she couldn't wait. Five minutes later Damon brought two heavenly smelling chicken parmesan dishes.
"Mmh." Elena said sniffing the air. "This is gonna be so yummy."
"You betcha." He said cockily.
They started eating quietly, glancing at each other from time to time. She was so lost in Damon's incredible chicken parmesan that she completely forgot to ask him about the thing.
"Next time you'll have to make me some pizza. This was awesome." She said smiling as she took a sip of wine.
She noticed Damon looking intently at her, studing her expressions with a lovestruck look.
"I'll make it for you in Chicago, if you come with me." He blurted out all of a sudden.
The fork that she was holding fell on the table as her mouth fell open.
"You…you want me to come to Chicago with you?" She asked in disbelief.
"I do." He said with a nod. "But I was hesitant about asking you because I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. We haven't been together for a very long time, maybe you don't even want me around that much. I don't know. And the fact that you're still, you know…"
"A virgin?" She finished for him, crossing her arms over the table as a little smile crept over her face.
"Exactly." He said a little uncomfortably. "What I don't want is for you to feel pressured. It's difficult for me to keep my hands to myself when you're around, but you know that I would never push you into doing anything that you're not ready for. I don't want to upset you if maybe sometimes I can't control myself or I become too pushy. I respect you too much for it, Elena. And I'm sorry if sometimes I come off like that." He confessed.
Elena was on the verge of tears. He was always so caring and attentive, and he didn't even give himself credit for it.
"Damon." She said as she took his hand across the table and caressed its palm lightly. "I would be flattered to come to Chicago with you." She said sincerely.
"Really?" He asked, his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree.
"Can we go sit on the couch?" She said as she smiled lovingly at him.
He stood up and took a sit on the couch, waiting for Elena to join him. Instead of sitting next to him, she giggled a little and positioned herself on his lap, encircling his waist with her legs.
"You want to torture me, that's what you want to do." He said, playfully narrowing his eyes and then growling a little as she rubbed herself against him.
"Maybe." She shrugged casually. "But I really want you to understand Damon that there's no such thing that would have pleased me more than you asking me to go with you to Chicago. I mean, what would I do for two weeks without you anyway? If you haven't noticed, I'm pretty addicted here." She said chuckling.
"But…" He started saying.
She brought her thumb to his lower lip, caressing it softly while her other hand slipped under his shirt, over his perfect chest.
"I can't keep my hands for myself around you either, Damon." She whispered huskily in his ear as she pinched and wrenched his nipple.
"I can see that." He moaned as she started kissing down his neck and occasionally nipped and licked at his sensitive spots.
"I'm getting there. I feel comfortable enough to spend my nights with you and do things with you. I feel comfortable enough to sleep in your arms and tell you all about me. There are no doubts there, Damon. I trust you with my life." She then said firmly, holding his head and looking at him straight in the eyes. "I actually feel like this little trip could be awesome for us. We get to stay together, know each other more, do other things…" She teased.
"Then it's decided." He said smiling genuinely, softly holding her face as well. "You're coming with me."
She gave him a huge grin and attacked his lips again, her body feeling the need to be closer to his as possible. She knew that spending two entire weeks with Damon would most likely end up with their first time happening in Chicago. And truth be told, she didn't mind.
She always wanted her first time to be special, at the perfect moment, and with the perfect person. But just now she realized that it was the latter that really mattered. Damon was it for her, and she couldn't imagine her first time being with anyone else more perfect than him. Most guys would have laughed at her knowing that she was still a virgin, Damon instead was attentive of her feelings and her needs in every moment. How couldn't she give herself to this perfect creature in her arms? She felt like the luckiest person alive.
It was her he kissed everyday. It was her he chose to be with. It was her he wanted. It was her he held for comfort and it was her he loved.
"So when are we leaving? You have to at least give me a few days to manage things and get ready." She said.
"I should be there in five days, but I can postpone a few days if you want to." He said as he held her closer to his body.
"Five days is perfect." She nodded.
They stayed like that for a few more minutes until Elena heard her phone ringing in her purse.
She rolled her eyes dramatically and quickly stood up, leaving a whining Damon behind her.
"I'm just going to pour us some more wine then." He said sighing.
She smiled at him and then went to take her purse. She opened it and took her phone. Incoming call, Stefan.
"Elena?" He immediatly said, his tone sounding concerned.
"Stefan, are you okay?" She asked warily, considering what happened yesterday.
"I am. But why is the Grill closed? It's 4 in the afternoon on a Tuesday. I don't understand." He said utterly confused.
"No one showed up this morning, and not even for lunch. Vicky decided to give me the day off and I guess no one showed up later either then…" She said thoughtfully.
This was more than strange. The Grill had always been the most popular bar and place in town. At every hour of everyday it was busy as hell.
Maybe it was her paranoic and negative side talking, but could Mason have something to do with this? They were all major d-bags in that family. Yesterday proving it even further. She wouldn't be surprised if Mason or the Lockood family had something to do with it.
She decided not to say anything yet though and see what happened in the next few days. She really hoped she was wrong.
"Are you with Damon right now?" Stefan then asked.
"Yes, why?" She asked raising her eyebrows.
"I need to come over and give him something back. Do you mind?"
"No, don't worry. By the way how did it go with your mother today?" She asked with a chuckle.
"She was suspicious at first but she bought it. Thanks to you." He replied.
"To my make-up, you mean." She laughed. "It works magic, I know."
"Well whatever El, see you in a few." He groaned.
She walked over to Damon and took the glass of wine that he was holding.
"Stefan is coming here. He wants to give you something back I think." She said as she sipped the wine.
"Yeah I got that part." He growled. "Cockblocker…"
"There was no cock to block anyway." Elena teased with a wicked smile.
Damon's eyes widened in surprise and he gapsed a little as he heard Elena's innuendo. Maybe there was no cock to block, but his cock definitely reacted at her words.
"You are one nasty thing, sweetheart." He said smirking devilishly.
She smirked back at him and then went to put her coat on. His face when she did so was priceless.
"Wait, where are you going?" He almost pouted.
"I'm taking advantage of the fact that Stefan is coming over to go have a chat with Caroline." She said as she walked towards him again and quickly kissed him on the lips.
"But you don't know if she's home." He insisted.
"She has the flu, she's home Damon." She chuckled slightly amused at the fact that he just didn't want to let her go.
"I'll call you later then, okay?" He asked.
"Needy much, Salvatore?" Elena teased.
"Very much so." He said pouting like a love sick puppy.
"Oh!" Elena awed and laughed whole-heartedly. "How am I going to be able to leave this poor pouty thing now?"
"Just kiss the pout away." He suggested.
"Great idea." She said kissing him once more.
Her tongue melted with his and they finally pulled back only when they both needed air.
"Do you want me to drive you to Caroline's? Your car is still at the Grill." He then said.
"She lives a few blocks away from here, I'm just going to take a walk." She assured him.
"I'll see you later then." He said as he watched her heading to the door.
She gave him a big smile which remained plastered on her face until she got out and pulled her phone out to call Caroline.
"Hello?" She answered after a few rings, her voice nosy.
"Car? It's Elena." She said. "How are you feeling?"
"Sick and bored to death." She said.
"Well I think I have the remedy for your boredom. Do you mind if I come over in a while?" She said, knowing that the juicy things that she had to tell and especially ask Caroline would probably cure even her sickness.
"Of course, do come. I'm really in need of a girly chat…Bonnie is coming in an hour or so too. She's bringing ice-cream." She said excitedly.
"Okay then. See you in a few." Elena said.
What she would bring would appeal Caroline much more than ice-cream, that was for sure.
Ten minutes later she reached destination and rang the doorbell. Caroline opened in her fluffy pink pajama with matched slippers.
"Hey there 'Lena. I missed you." She said in her usual bubbly voice. "I'm not hugging you though, I'm too contagious."
"Have you been alone all day?" Elena asked as she walked in and took in the messy place.
"Yep. I've been eating like a pig and sleeping like one too. I regret nothing." She said shifting a chuckle.
"Oh that's my first flu remedy as well." Elena chuckled.
"What about you? Did you see Mr. Sexy today?" Caroline said waggling her eyebrows.
She threw herself on the couch and started eating some marshmallows.
"Yes, I've been with him until a few minutes ago actually." Elena said.
"The things I would do to him, man." Caroline moaned as she ate the marshmallow.
"Caroline!" Elena exclaimed.
"What? It's true! You're too innocent to understand such things." She said shaking her head.
"Well maybe not for so long anymore…" Elena teased, crossing her arms and giving her a pointed look.
Caroline gasped audibly as her blue orbs glimmered in curiosity.
"That's why you came, didn't you? To ask my advice?" She asked excitedly.
"Mostly." Elena admitted smiling knowingly. "Since you're an expert in the matter and all, you know…"
"Elena Gilbert are you calling me a slut?" Caroline said narrowing her eyes.
"That's not what I said." Elena said.
"Oh I know I was joking Elena. Chill. You can call me whatever you like as long as you tell me everything." Caroline said.
Just then the doorbell rang and as Elena went to open there stood Bonnie with some Ben & Jerry's ice-cream and some other junkie food.
"This is going to be so much fun." Caroline exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement.
Spoilerish hints about the next few chapters (there's gonna be a time jump eventually);
- One couple is going to move in
- One couple is going to break up
- Half of a couple is going to cheat on the other with a character that we may or may not know
- There's going to be a pregnancy
Don't leave DE out of any of the options, heh! :P