Chapter 4

I was definitely getting used to waking up in Damon's bed. As I became more awake I realized that I was alone in the bed. I woke up fully to try and search for him but I came up empty. He was nowhere in the house.

Taking advantage of my alone time, I decided to take a long bath. It was very relaxing. Different than the usual baths I took with Damon. Knowing that nobody else was in the house, I put on a pair of panties and a shirt that I stole from Damon.

As I made my way out of the room and down to the kitchen, I decided that I was just going to eat a bowl of popcorn and watch TV, if only I knew where the popcorn was. Even though I had been to the boarding house over a million times, I mostly saw Damon's room. Especially since he insisted on doing all the cooking.

As soon as I set foot in the gigantic kitchen, I was at a loss of where to start looking for the popcorn. At least I could clearly see the microwave, so I wouldn't have to search for it. I rolled up the very long sleeves and started in the top cupboards.

By the time I got to the very bottom drawers I was about to scream in frustration. Then I felt a hand graze my bottom. "You are not allowed to touch me until you help me find the popcorn." I told Damon.

"And if I do tell you, can I touch you all I want?" Stefan asked.

My reaction was predictable but Stefan didn't see it coming. Not only did I slap him across the face with all the force I could muster, but I also kneed him in the balls, hard. He fell to the floor groaning clutching where I inflicted pain, and I quickly put distance between us.

"What the hell Elena?" He asked me.

"I can, ask you the same thing. Why did you think I be okay with you groping my ass?" I asked him not expecting an answer.

"Your ass was in the air begging me to do more than just grope it." He answered.

"You're a pig!" I yelled at him grabbing a frying pan for protection because he seemed to be recovering.

"And you're a tease" he said taking a step towards me, and I took another step back. "Damon's not here right now, arranging another detail for your pointless wedding. And the lack of response you gave me yesterday, I know was only because he was standing on the other side of the door. Stop making yourself miserable, Elena."

"The only thing making me miserable right now is you!" I screamed at him, he took another step towards me and I raised my arm hit him with the pan.

"You're a liar." He said taking another step; he was too close to me for my liking.

"And you're delusional." I countered, and then I smacked him with the pan and ran towards the stairs in order to lock myself in Damon's room. However when I made it out of the kitchen I saw Damon just coming into the house.

He took in my appearance and it took him barely a second to reach me and envelope me in his arms.

"What's wrong?" He asked. I could hardly give him an answer when Stefan, unaware of Damon's presence, stumbled out of the kitchen yelling "You little bitch. Elena you're starting to really piss me off."

"What did you just call her?" The expression on Damon's face was deadly.

I could swear that I saw Stefan go pale. Damon turned to me and said "Elena go upstairs and wait for me in our room. I'm going to take care of this." I started to object but he cut me off "Go, I'm just going to talk to my brother." I narrowed my eyes noticing the way he stressed the word "talk".

"Okay." I said hesitantly. I turned to go to the stairs but he stopped me. "The pan," He explained. I forgot I was holding it in a death grip.

I only got three steps up the stairs when I heard Damon say to Stefan, "I'm going to give you three seconds to run." By the time I got to the top step they were both out the door.

As I sat on Damon's bed 10 minutes passed before I figured out they weren't coming back anytime time soon. I abandoned the idea of popcorn I decided to watch a movie. In the spirit of my up and coming nuptials, I chose a horror film called 'Tormented'. The most unromantic movie I could think of.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew Damon's was rubbing my arm to wake me up. The menu of the movie was playing over and over again telling me I had been asleep a while. The light outside suggested it was early evening.

"Hey," I said, pulling him close to me to kiss him for the first time today. All the extra sleep I got was going to mean I would be up all night long. Our kiss was too short before he broke away.

"I wasn't done with you." I told him annoyed.

"Oh, I have no doubt about that. But you will be happy to know. I," He paused, thinking of the word "convinced Stefan to move out. He's going to collect his stuff tomorrow." On closer inspection I noticed the tell tale sign that it was a physical persuasion, the blood splattered and torn clothes, not entirely healed wounds. I sighed.

"What?" he asked.

"I was wrong to think that all you would be doing was just talking." I explained, but I couldn't be too mad, what was done was done.

"Hey, he was the one that threw the first tree branch." He said defensively.

"After you said what?" I asked him, I knew him to well.

"After I said that your ass is mine, and only I can do whatever I want to it." He said, well he could've lied to me. I just shook my head.

"Well then, that doesn't sound sexist at all, just so you know it's a two way street when it comes to who belongs to who." I said sitting up. I only just realized that I had not eaten anything all day.

"I want something to eat, I'm famished." I told him.

"Me too," He whispered in my ear, I didn't miss the double meaning of his words.

Once back in the kitchen, he asked me "What do you want to eat"

"Surprise me," I told him.

Then started to unbuckle his jeans and I threatened him by saying "I'm not afraid to use the frying pan on you too." And because I couldn't leave him with just that, I added as an afterthought "You're going to be for desert."

My comment gave him the energy to make then quickest meal I had ever seen him make. After I tortured him by savoring every bite, we left the dishes to move to the living room.

Pinned underneath him on the couch I remembered how I wanted to punish him from earlier.

"Damon," I whispered in his ear. I had to say his name three more times before he realized that I was trying to get his attention, rather than letting him know how much I was enjoying his mouth exploring every piece of flesh on my collarbone and his hand causing friction between my panties and my bundle of nerves.

"Mhmm," He moaned against my neck, well I somewhat had his attention.

"I figured out how I want to punish you." He pulled away from my neck to look at me with bedroom eyes. I almost didn't want to tell him what I had in mind.

"Does it involve a rope or a blindfold?" He asked with a slight smirk on his face.

"Not quiet." I said. Then I smiled as I continued "I don't want to have sex with you until we get married."

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