Chapter 6

During the night I woke up burning hot, and I didn't realize why until I noticed that Damon and I were wearing an unusual amount of clothes. Damon was fast asleep his arms holding tightly to my middle. As I tried to maneuver my way out of his arms he woke up.

"I'll be right back just going to get some water." I told him, answering his questioning stare. I bent down and kissed his lips chastely and before I even left the room he was asleep again.

Downstairs I grabbed a glass of water and went to go sit in the living room. As I walked past the couch I noticed something rather unusual. It was something that put a smile on my face. It was the bottles of liquor and crystal glass that sat on the table behind the couch. But the abnormality about it was the glasses were collecting a layer of dust and the bottle was almost full, hardly touched.

I hadn't noticed the decline in Damon's drinking until that moment. Ever since his near death experience with a werewolf bite two years prior, he hadn't been visiting his comfort of scotch as often. It was more of a celebratory or social gathering that he ever touched the stuff.

The werewolf bite was what had started everything in motion; that one memorable kiss, our first kiss. After that kiss our relationship was tense, at the time I was still unsure of where I stood with Stefan. His absence and Damon's ever growing presence was no help at all. And even after we managed to save Stefan from Klaus things weren't the same.

Stefan was strangely understanding about the relationship that had formed between Damon and me. He encouraged us to do things together, as in take a road trip to New York to do Jenna's wedding cake order. That was and interesting road trip several hours in a confined space, and many months of repressed sexual feelings turned into a steamy backseat make-out, more than once.

It was the first time I had ventured anywhere like that physically with Damon, and it wasn't going to be my last. When we came back from the trip I had to face Stefan knowing what I had done. But if he had noticed he never asked and I never told. Damon and I had begun to push our limits from there on out, making it a little father each time, but never crossing the line completely. It got to the point where I would get out of Stefan's bed once I knew he was asleep and curl up to Damon. It was on one of those nights that I realized he was the one I wanted, not only wanted but couldn't be without.

Then all things came crashing down. Stefan was trying to excite me like he once had, but all I could think about when his lips touched my skin was how much better I liked Damon's lips on my skin. And so I stopped him, prepared to tell Stefan about how much the relationship I had with Damon had progressed.

"Stefan stop, I have to tell you something," I said pulling myself away from his lips.

He sat back and sighed. "I know what you're about to tell me."

"You do?" I asked astonished.

"I saw you kiss Damon the other night." He continued

"Stefan, I'm sorry that you—" I began but he cut me off.

"It's alright Elena. I forgive you. I know you're not Katherine, we can move past this."

His words had brought me up short. I was speechless, why would he make such an assumption.

"Stefan," I began again. "That's not what I wanted to say."

He looked at me with a calculating expression. "You choose me right?"

"Choose you?" I asked astounded.

"Yes choose me, I've been seeing the both of you grow closer to each other; forcing you to be together. But what we have is too strong. What you have with him is a petty infatuation it will pass, I have something more substantial. We are right for each other, because I'm the better choice." He explained.

I didn't know whether to be shocked, angered, or appalled. So many thoughts crossed my mind, I couldn't believe him. It sounded like he thought I was Katherine.

"I don't." I stated simply and coldly.

"Don't what?" he asked a scary revelation approaching him.

"Don't choose you. With you it feels wrong, I choose Damon."

All hell broke loose after that. He started screaming about how, if he knew that I would have choose Damon over him he would've never had allowed me to get so close, and how if I was Katherine I would make the right choice. Very close to violence, he broke a lot of things.

That night I spent locked in Damon's room; wishing that Damon was there instead of making a blood run. The screaming finally subsided and the begging began. When Damon finally came back Stefan had left the house saying he would give me some time to think. That night I spent being comforted in Damon's arms. He spent a couple weeks of just being there for me, and then he asked me on a date.

It wasn't long before we finally showed how much we loved each other.

We had just gotten back from Caroline and Tyler's dinner party, where Tyler had asked Caroline to marry him in front of his mother, Caroline's mother, Caroline's dads, and all close friends. It was a proposal at its finest, before Caroline even had time to say yes to the proposal, they were met with a less than warm reception from they're parents. Tyler's mom had fainted. Liz was threatening Tyler's life, Caroline's real dad was asking her when she got pregnant — for there could be no other explanation, and her step-dad stated that she was too young to marry and that she hadn't given herself enough time to find the right one.

Needless to say the friends quickly left in order to let the family work it out.

"Do you think that they will go through with it?" I asked him as we walked in the door.

"More than likely trust me when I say it is even more tempting to do something when you're not supposed to."

"Oh really Mr. Salvatore?" I asked him.

"Really, Ms. Gilbert." He said.

"How about an example?"

"Well, for example, I'm probably not supposed to love you as much as I do. And I'm definitely not supposed to show you how much I love you." He said pulling me flush with his body.

"Why is that?"

"Rules of the universe; I would be classified as a rebound."

"Well then screw the rules." I said sealing his lips with mine.

That night we didn't hold back, we carried on well into the morning and anything we had planned for the day was cancelled.

That was the start of our physical relationship, and I had to kick myself for not exploring how much of a sex god he was sooner. All the sex with the woman he loves must have provoked him to rarely touch his scotch.

I hadn't realized I was gone for a while until strong arms wrapped around my middle and Damon started kissing my ear. On impulse I leaned back into his body enjoying the feeling of his hard unclothed muscles, mold perfectly with my body.

"Come back to bed, I promise we won't sleep." He whispered hotly in my ear.

Then he pulled an unfair move and started sucking at the pulse point on my neck. I couldn't help my moan of pleasure, any more than his nether region could help responding to it.

His hand started venturing across my body. I was unbelievably lost in the bliss that he was close to sending me to.

"We won't make it back to bed." I admitted to him. My mouth spoke before I could think it through.

He flipped me around fast enough that I thought I might've gotten whiplash. He had me up against the wall, legs wrapped around his hips, before I could even blink. The entire time Damon was kissing me as if I was his only means of surviving. I started rubbing myself viciously against his length that was pressing into me, the only thing obscuring his access was my booty shorts and his precariously low sweat pants.

"I want you bad." He whispered in my ear.

With that my sense came back to me, and I remember my request from earlier. I unhooked my legs from him, and slid down the wall.

He looked at me with pleading and confused eyes. It took everything in me not to drop to my knees and relieve him of his tension.

"Not until the—" he cut me off before I could finish.

"the wedding." He stated unhappily. "What am I supposed to do with his?" He said pressing his hard length against my stomach.

"Have a cold shower." I suggested.

"But you're right here and ever so willing." He said suggestively, his hand venturing to my wet sex. I slapped his hand away so I could maintain my resolve.

"Could you at least try to attempt one day where you don't try to bed me?" I said annoyed. Damon looked utterly too delicious to refuse. I wouldn't be able to fend him off for much longer if he kept on staring at me with bedroom eyes.

"Elena you have to understand; I'm not Stefan. I don't run away screaming when you touch me." He stated kindly.

"He didn't run away screaming." I exclaimed.

"Fine he giggled and begged you to stop. There is more dignity in screaming." He shot back. I never should have told Damon about the first, and last, time I attempted giving Stefan a hand job.

"No sex for you." I said and made to go back upstairs to our bed.

He stood there dumbfounded for two seconds then caught up to me. "You give excellent hand jobs though."

"You're not getting one of those either," I said knowing where he was going with that statement, and as if I could read his dirty mind said "And don't even think about asking for a blowjob."

To which he just sighed in annoyance. Once we got back to the room I flopped down on the bed almost immediately falling asleep, while Damon went straight for the bathroom.

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