a/n: I am completely overwhelmed by all your wonderful reviews. Let's just say 'panicking about posting this' is an understatement, but seeing how excited you all are about it makes me glad I did it. Cheating is a very messy thing to do, it can hurt people and very seriously break hearts, but sometimes, just sometimes in conditions like Damon and Elena's is can be a beautiful, almost excusable action. I feel bad saying that, but the truth is the truth- at least in my eyes. Enjoy the last chapter of this fic! Happy Reading.
Elena shut Damon's bedroom door behind her and locked it. Stefan could be gone for a few hours or only a few more minutes. She prayed for the latter and stepped toward Damon's bed. He'd already flopped down, on top of the cover and she watched as he kicked his shoes off. "Alright Elena, what is this stuff you think we need to talk about?"
She hesitated for a moment, then came to sit on the edge of the bed. "First off, I want to know why you're so angry."
Damon sighed, lacing his fingers behind his head. "I know you were right not to tell him, and I don't want to hurt him either, but I can't help it if it makes me feel like your dirty little secret. There's something between us Elena, and even though we haven't technically said those words out loud, we both know how we feel. It kills me not being able to say it, and I guess I'm at a bit of a loss. I'm not good at the boyfriend thing, I never really got to try it."
"What about with Katherine?"
Damon shook his head, his eyes focused on a seemingly interesting scuff on the post of his bed. "She was Stefan's. I just couldn't help loving her, and I guess she just loved to be loved. There's nothing wrong with that in a sense, but she led me on and made me believe that she would chose me in the end. When Stefan found out she'd been with me he lost it a bit, and we beat the crap out of each other. That part of the story I'm assuming he never told you. That was back before vampire intensified emotions, and eventually we made up. Brothers are unbreakable."
"Oh." Elena wasn't entirely sure what to say. It seemed like every day she learned something new and exciting about these men. Over a hundred years of stories waited for her to discover, and part of her couldn't wait to hear every last one. "I know this is complicated, and confusing."
"To say the least."
"But," she continued, letting his interruption slide by. "I chose you Damon. I may have not screamed it from the rooftops or made a banner, but I did chose you."
Damon finally looked at her, the words sinking in. He had finally won the girl, and it felt great. In the moment, he didn't care if anyone ever knew as long as he got to keep her, all to himself. "What if I asked you to scream it from the rooftops?"
She pondered the thought, smiling and climbing toward him on the bed. "I would ask you if you knew the best place to purchase a megaphone."
He chuckled, his laugh dark as he wrapped his fingers through her hair, his thumb caressing her cheek. "Good answer."
"I will tell Stefan." She promised, finding her courage and moving to straddle his hips. "I promise, on one condition."
"Women and their conditions." Damon toyed with the hem of her shirt, his cool fingers touching her skin periodically.
"You won't mind this one, I promise." He'd changed after his shower from the blue button up shirt to a black tshirt, and she found herself slipping her hands under the fabric to feel him.
"Let's have it then." Damon flattened his hand against her lower back and pulled her closer, her chest pressed to his, their lips breaths apart.
"Kiss me, hold me. Make me yours one more time and tell me you love me. I'll give you my heart if you'll take it."
Damon didn't speak, he didn't need to. The understanding and acceptance were clear in his eyes as he rolled them over. His hands moved from massaging like circles into her back to like tickles over her stomach. His mouth found hers, immediately, tongues and lips battling to please the other. He moved down, trailing his tongue along her collar bone, up the side of her neck, hot wet kisses trailing to her ear. She gasped when he nipped at her earlobe, one hand fisting in his shirt and the other tugging at his hair. He groaned at the sensation, needed the slight pain to prove to him this was real, that it was really happening.
He slipped one hand beneath her arched back and lightly scraped his nails over her skin, his other hand moving into her hair and pulling her head back. Her neck was long and displayed perfectly for him, tempting the man to kiss and the vampire to bite. He pushed the bloodlust back for a few more minutes and lifted her up a bit so he could roll her shirt up her stomach, slowly over her breasts and finally off. The light blue bra he'd seen her take out of her drawer that morning was definitely cute, and contrasted almost humorously with her flushed skin. She was aroused, and desperate for him, yet her lingerie screamed young and virginal.
He knew just how much of a lie that was, but allowed the idea to taunt him for a minute. Oh, what he would have given to be Elena's first. He doubted Stefan and known what to do to the point of making her scream and beg for more. The thought of her crying and in pain began to kill his mood so he locked the thought away and moved his kisses down to the curve of her breasts. She arched again, pressing his head closer to her as his tongue massaged around and slightly up, but missing her nipples by centimeters. His hands held tightly to her hips, keeping her in place as she rubbed against him. He wanted to concentrate on giving her pleasure, on making her feel like the only woman in the world, but if she kept doing that he was going to lose control.
"Be still." He hissed, his teeth grazing her skin as he moved from one breast to another. "Enjoy it."
"I am enjoying it." She gasped, her hands clenching around the comforter as she fought back the urge to rub up against him again.
"Shush." He ran his tongue between her breasts and up to her neck. Licking and sucking, listening to the erratic beats of her heart.
He grabbed her wrists and locked them together above her head with one hand as the other smoothed down her neck, the side of her breast and sneaked beneath. Elena felt the clasp of her bra loosen and was particularly thankful that she'd chosen a strapless one. When her upper body was completely free of clothing, she expected him to go right for the newly uncovered flesh, but he didn't. That made her want his kisses all the more. She ached for his touch, for his tongue and told him so, earning another dark chuckle. This one went straight to her ache and increased the need. She felt his fangs graze her neck, but when his lips finally ended the teasing and torture, they'd disappeared again.
Damon wanted her to beg, he wanted her to plead and he knew just how to make her do both. It was nasty mean trick to manipulate her needs, but she was enjoying and that's all that mattered. Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck and pressed him closer, his teeth grazing one nipple in a test to see how sensitive she was. A pleased hiss fell from her lips and he couldn't help the smirk. It was like she was made for him, like her body had been crafted with all the right spots. He had a thousands plans on how to keep her torture going, but his own need was beginning to become painful and he wasn't sure how much longer he could resist.
It was time to get the show on the road just a little faster, so he carefully kissed his way down to the button of her jeans, making sure to either lick or kiss each inch of skin. He bit gently into her side, then down to her hip. He flicked open the button of her jeans and pulled the zipper down, revealing a small V of new skin from the opening. When she felt his tongue run across the length of her hips, then dip down under the elastic of her panties she down right moaned, the anticipation and wonder killing her, driving her crazy. It was almost too much to stand.
He hooked his fingers in her jeans, surprising her by leaving her panties. Was he drawing it out on purpose? Was he trying to kill her with lust? She hummed pleasantly as he kissed up her bare legs, and she thanked the god's she'd shaved again this morning. He set her foot against his shoulder and kissed up to her knee, one hand holding her hips down as his mouth and tongue got closer to the burning inferno that was her arousal. As he passed right over the 'good spot' he breathed gently, and she felt the wetness cool for an instant, another new form of torture. When his lips reached the opposite foot, he placed them both flat on the bed and ran his hands up, finally hooking his fingers in the tops of her panties. "Tell me what you want Elena."
She could have slapped him, staked him for torturing her like this. "You, I want you."
"How?" he pulled them down a few inches, making himself crazy as well.
"Inside me, now." Her eyes met his, and the connection burned through him like wildfire. He would never be able to deny her anything, and that thought slightly scared him.
"Alright." He pulled her panties off slowly, just to prove to himself that he could hold back from giving into her immediately.
Elena watched as he undressed himself with vampire speed, off and back on the bed in less than a minute. It was like watching a movie in fast forward, and she found it thrilling. When he was back between her legs, she allowed herself to look at him, taking in ever ripple of muscle and inch of skin. When she'd been young and naïve, she'd believed that vampires were supposed to be pale and angsty; thank you Edward Cullen…and perhaps that's why she had chosen Stefan to being with. Not that Damon was without his drama, he just didn't walk around all the time wishing he was something different.
She ran her hands over his surprisingly tan skin, allowing herself to memorize the lines and hardness of his body. "Teach me something new." She smiled and pressed a few kisses to his chest, her eyes nearly smirking at him.
He glanced at the clock and wondered just how long Stefan would sulk for in the woods. He didn't want to risk too much time with anything super crazy, so he decided on saving any really kinks for another night and simply replaced her foot on his shoulder. "Think you're flexible enough for this?" he teased, running a finger over her but not into her.
"Try me." She dared, letting her knee bend back to her ribs as he slipped inside her. The new angle and direction stunned her and she couldn't help the first loud, almost guttural moan as he began to move inside her.
"Good I take it?" he smirked, moving a little faster.
"Shut up." She did her best to glare at him, but it didn't last long as he twisted his hips just slightly and hit a new spot.
Damon had never heard anything quiet to beautiful in his life as her pleased moan, followed by his name. He was doing this to her, he was making her dizzy and boneless and desperate. "Ready for something new?"
She nodded, and he let her foot slip up his chest, the back of her knee hooking on his shoulder. Now he was deeper, and he moved a little slower, burning her from the inside out. She bent like a bow, desperate for more, afraid that another new sensation would simply tear her apart. How could pain be so pleasurable? Well, it wasn't real pain, just the ache of longing and desperation for release. When he felt her nails dig into his thigh, he hissed and thrust a little faster. She moaned, mumbling prayers and curses tumbling from her lips in hurried rush that made it almost impossible to understand.
"More." She gasped, nearly drawing blood as she clawed at his skin.
The grinding ache inside him was becoming too much, and time was running out. He moved them just slightly a few more times, showing her different angles and finding two positions that made her come within minutes. He filed it away for future use and let her leg settle on the bed next to his hip. She was still trembling, almost violently from her last release and he hesitated a minute, giving her a chance to catch her breath before wrapping her legs around his waist and slipping his arms beneath her back. She held tight to him as they made love, riding out the sensations together.
"Tell me you love me." He whispered in her ear, his tongue lapping at the pulse point in her neck, sucking at the spot he would bite if she asked him.
"I love you." She gasped, clinging to him.
"Say it again and say my name." his voice was barely more than a whisper, but she caught it, even as her blood rushed in her ears and her heart pounded in her brain.
"I love you Damon Salvatore." Those words, mixed with her tone, her nails digging into his shoulder blades and the tightening around him nearly made him lose it all right there.
"Do you want to be mine Elena?" he pulled back from her neck, the blood having risen to the bruised hickey, a calling card for him.
"Yes." She nodded, her eyes closed; her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Tell me, tell me what you want."
"I want to be yours Damon, I want to belong to you and only you."
"I promise, it won't hurt for more than a moment." Just to make sure he hadn't just lied to her, he increased the pace of his thrusts, waiting until she was moaning before sinking his fangs into her.
Her nails deepened harshly, roughly into his back as he tasted her. She was like heaven and sunshine and everything he was doomed never to have. His own personal piece of nirvana, and he drank in as much as he could. Her grip began to loosen and he pulled back, licking at the wound. He let his fang scrape across his tongue, and placed a kiss on the two cuts, letting the venom in his blood heal her. As the new substance melted into her blood, Elena's body tingled slightly. "Come with me Damon, please."
There was no reason to deny her that request, and he pushed himself up on his hands, using the leverage to move his hips more effectively and quickly. She let herself scream and call his name as they completed the bond, finishing the union with a kiss. Damon's body threatened to collapse on hers and he quickly tapped into the strength her blood had given him to roll next to her before his arms gave out. Her essence rushed through his veins, making the afterglow all the more incredible. He waited for the world to stop spinning, an intense comforting warmth spreading through him when she cuddled close to him, her cheek and palm pressed to his chest.
She looked up at him, the faintest smile on her face, and he closed his eyes when she reached up to caress his face, the sensation of such a simple touch bringing him more happiness that it probably should have. "You never said you love me." She whispered, letting her thumb follow the line and shape of his mouth, smiling as his lips pressed a kiss to her palm.
"I'm sorry." He rolled to face her, capturing her hand in his. Their fingers tangled together and he kissed each knuckle. "I love you Elena."
"That's a relief." She laughed and leant forward to kiss him. Downstairs the door slammed and they both jumped, the magic of the moment lost.
"Damon!" Stefan's voice called through the house. "I know you're here! Elena!"
"Shit." Elena pressed her face into Damon's chest. "Now what do we do?"
Damon ran his fingers over her bag comfortingly, holding her for a moment. "We handle it, together."
a/n: I know, I seriously considered writing the next scene where they tell Stefan, but it would just involve a lot of crying and yelling which would only ruin the mood I worked so hard to create with the love scene. So let your imaginations run wild however you choose, as long as the outcome is they stay together haha. Hope you all enjoyed the final chapter! Onto my new project now!
I'm thinking a masquerade ball where Katherine and Elena team up to get the Salvatore brother's on the right track? I haven't written Katherine yet, so I'm a little nervous, but if you're all up for reading it I'd love to give it a try! Let me know your vote with a review ;)