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A little more Damon and Elena time in this chapter, since I've kept everyone waiting for so long! After watching this weeks episode I had a hard time to write anything else, that was the hottest Delena moment EVER on TVD! Fucking teasers, I bet they'll never do it again. They made us wait three seasons for that! I thought for SURE they were FINALLY gonna do it and then stupid Jeremy ruins everything (ok I love Jeremy and am glad he's back, but still, talk about bad timing!)! Anyways, thats enough ranting from me, enjoy!

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Darkly Dreaming Damon

Chapter Five

After listening to Caroline and Elena's conversation Damon returned to the boarding house and quickly found his way into his good liquor stash. He'd been swilling back 16 year old single malt for awhile when he decided he needed to see Elena again. He couldn't get his mind off of her. He kept thinking about what she'd told Caroline earlier and had come to the conclusion that Elena didn't know what she wanted. She was afraid of getting hurt again, but not just by him – by anyone she let close to her. He refused to believe she was really afraid he would ever physically hurt her. That was absolute bull. However, he couldn't refute the evidence that he was impulsive and dangerous. He had killed Jeremy without thought, and had tortured Caroline just as easily. But for Elena to say she was afraid of him killing or hurting her? The very thought was hateful.

Coolness and dew enveloped everything as he returned to Elena's place in the wee hours of the morning. Damon climbed the tree beside her house until he could see into her dark room. He hopped easily from the tree to the building, then silently climbed into Elena's bedroom window, perching on the sill for only a moment before his feet landed silently on the carpet.

Her scent was everywhere in the room, immediately making his cock twitch. The steady thrumming of her heart was accompanied by the deep, slow sound of her breathing. He noticed she snored lightly and smirked to himself at this. She lay on her side, eyes closed, face peaceful with sleep. Damon wanted to crawl into that bed so much it was painful. Instead he took a seat on the floor and just watched Elena sleep for a few minutes, studying her face and gathering his thoughts. She was so beautiful, so inviting. He leaned in closer to her face until he could feel the heat of her on his cheeks and lips. His thoughts turned heated as he considered the sleeping girl before him. She would feel so wonderfully hot pressed naked against him, her lips would be so soft against his...

Damon leaned in and laid his lips on Elena's before he allowed himself to think about it a moment longer. He just couldn't stand it anymore, to hell with the consequences. It was only the tiniest brush of his lips against hers, but it was enough for him to feel the buzz of energy between them, and enough to send most of his blood into his dick, which immediately hardened. To his surprise, her eyes opened without warning. They bored into his in silence as he pulled back from her, his fingers coming up to touch his lips where they tingled from her heat. She didn't say anything. She just stared at him. He pulled back from her, still sitting on the floor leaning over the edge of her bed.

He opened his mouth with the hope that some kind of intelligible words would come out, but none did, so he closed it again. Elena scootched over to one side of her bed and patted the spot beside her over the covers. Damon felt his charm and smoothness melting away at her invitation, leaving him feeling like an awkward teenager. He crawled onto the bed and laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. The thick leather of his jacket creaked as he folded one arm behind his head.

"You're freezing," Elena said after a few minutes of silence.

He snorted, "What do you expect? Its the middle of the night and its cold out there." He didn't dare look at her, instead keeping his eyes focussed upwards. He felt her slide closer to him in the bed. His dick was struggling against his jeans, her warmth and the beat of her heart driving him steadily insane.

He thought she was going to say something else, but instead she threw an arm over him and laid her head against his shoulder. His heart ached with frustration. How could she stand this! He wanted to do so many sinful things to her, but her heat so close to him and her arm over him seemed to arrest his movements altogether. He was unable to follow through with any of the actions his mind was screaming at him to make.

After a few more minutes of deafening silence he heard her breathing even out as sleep overtook her once more. This was more than he could take. This was torture. Why had he come here? What had he hoped to accomplish by visiting her in the middle of the night? Did he think that he could somehow make the conversation he'd witnessed disappear? Dissolve Elena's fears of him?

She doesn't seem very afraid right now, he thought.

He could not suppress a low growl in his chest as he considered this with irritation. He sat up in the bed, taking her hand to move her arm off of him. Her fingers were so warm and alive in his, but he knew he must be icy cold to her. No wonder he'd woken her – his lips were cold too. Because he was not alive, and he was only warm when he drank warm blood and when he absorbed heat from his surroundings. He could only suck the life out of her like a parasite, he couldn't give her anything. All he could deal was pain, fear, and death.

Damon angrily rose from the bed, intending on disappearing out the window. Her hand caught his and squeezed his palm, holding him back.

"Don't." She insisted quietly.

He pulled his hand out of hers, clenching it into a fist.

"I thought I was freezing," He shot back, inching towards the window.

"You smell like scotch too," she added, "But I don't mind. Why are you here?"

He shrugged, brows furrowing in displeasure. "I wanted to make sure you were safe."

"By kissing me?" she smiled knowingly.

Damnit why did she have to do that! The way her eyes glittered was agonizing to Damon, and it was making intelligible speech nearly hopeless.

"I didn't think you'd wake up," he supplied lamely, turning to step through the window.

"Damon, you don't have to go," Elena said, sitting up in bed. Even in the dark he could see her bare shoulders covered only by the thin straps of her white tank top. Her hair was tousled around her. The open window was letting in the cool night time air, and he saw her shiver slightly. Her nipples were hard beneath the tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra and they poked against her shirt teasingly. Damon was having a hard time finding a position that didn't hurt his throbbing dick as it pressed against his jeans.

He shook his head at her, trying not to stare at her chest. "Yes I do have to go, unless you're planning on putting some clothes on," He said, finally just looking at the floor. Elena laughed and pulled the blanket around herself.

What the fuck, I'm here now, may as well stay and abuse myself for awhile, Damon thought to himself and shrugged off his leather jacket, tossing it on the floor, kicking off his loafers and jumping on the unoccupied side of the bed. He turned onto his back and folded an arm behind his head like before. He bent his knees, crossing one over the other, the picture of relaxation. In reality he was hoping Elena wouldn't see the bulge in his pants. He allowed his gaze to meet hers and he forced a smirk, but said nothing.

"So how long were you out there tonight before you came inside my room?" Elena asked, putting a hand on his arm and rubbing a little warmth into it. "You feel like ice."

"Yeah we've established that," Damon answered sarcastically, "Its not like it matters to me, I don't even notice the cold."

"Do you notice the heat very much? Like when its hot in the summer?"

"Temperature is different for vampires. I notice temperature changes just like anyone would, but it doesn't matter if my body gets hot or cold. I do, however, prefer heat and warmth. It reminds me of being alive."

"You said that before too, that you like the heat." She paused, and Damon wondered if she was going to say something else. "So how long were you sitting in that tree outside my window tonight?" Elena returned to her earlier question.

Damon wondered for a moment if she had seen him earlier, when Caroline was over. Nah, she'd be all bitchy and mad if she knew he'd heard them talking privately. "What makes you think I was out there at all?" He queried.

Elena rolled her eyes at him. He could see her clearly, but he wondered how well she could see him in the darkness of her room. "I know this may come as a shock to you Damon, but I've noticed you out there before, on other nights. You sit in the tree and look in my window in the middle of the night. I never knew that you came inside sometimes too though," an imperceptible expression flashed over Elena's features before she looked questioningly at him.

"I never came inside before, just watched from the tree. I was worried that Klaus would come for you in the night," the vampire confessed.

"Then why did you come inside tonight?"

Damon swallowed thickly, feeling momentarily guilty for invading her privacy.

"To watch you sleep," he answered, unable to tear his eyes from her beautiful face. She didn't say anything, and the silence pressed in around Damon until he felt like it was choking him. "You snore, you know," he said finally with a teasing grin.

He got the response he was looking for – she glared and shoved his shoulder. "I do not snore Damon!"

"Whatever Elena," Damon mocked, enunciating each syllable of her name and waggling his eyebrows at her. He uncrossed his knees, stretching his legs on the bed. "You totally snore." He knew this was what she wanted – him as a playful friend – its what she was comfortable with. He was doing everything in his power not to jump on her and devour every part of her gorgeous body with kisses, and she wasn't making it easy. She laid down beside him, apparently at ease now. He felt her heat and her scent roll through him, her heartbeat ever thumping in her chest. She was on her side, her head propped up on an elbow, only an inch away from him. His cock and balls ached with desire thanks to her taunting proximity and her damned beautiful eyes looking at him in the dark.

"Elena," he said, but his voice came out a low growl. Was she doing this on purpose? Was she trying to tease him? His balls were so blue they throbbed painfully. She was so close, fuck, why wasn't he supposed to touch her again? He was having trouble thinking straight, remembering his reasoning for not taking her in his arms. He was so turned on, he was sure she could see his pants sticking up where his cock was pressed rock hard against them. She shifted closer to him and he could hear her heartbeat accelerating, and was aware of her breaths coming faster. Her hand came to rest on his chest and he twitched at the contact, every nerve on high alert. He tried to move away from her, knowing he could not resist very much longer.

"Damon, I had this talk with Caroline tonight," Elena started, her body tensing slightly.

"About what?" he asked, her words enough of a distraction to keep him from acting on his thoughts.

"She told me about something that happened when she was feeding, something she said had never happened to her before."

Damon mentally swore, remembering how horny he'd been listening to Caroline talk about this earlier. He had no idea how he was going to get through hearing Elena talk about it. It was only the most arousing, erotic, sexual thing he could think of, coming from the lips he wanted to kiss most in the world...

"She said that when a vampire feeds from a human it doesn't always have to be painful, that it can feel good. She said that this person was willing, he wanted her to feed from him and that made it different." She looked at him with curiosity. "Is
that true?"

With every word Damon felt his vampire instincts urge him to bite her and show her the truth, but he easily shut the blood lust down. He was less successful at controlling his sexual lust, and he moved closer to Elena, mirroring her position, one hand propping his head up. He laced the fingers of his free hand through hers. He was certain she could feel his hardened dick between them. Damon could feel her hot breaths on his chest and could smell the jasmine in her hair. He couldn't help smirking at her, playing with her fingers in his own. His voice had a predatory edge.

"Now why would you want to know something like that, Elena?" He heard her heartbeat suddenly kick into high gear and her eyes were wide. Apparently she'd just realized what she was doing to him.

"Uhm," she started, "I didn't know that it could be anything other than painful, but Caroline told me that it had been an... erotic experience."

Damon saw her cheeks darken as she blushed and felt her body tense against his, her heart thundering in her chest. That marked the end of his self control. He released her hand and used vampire speed to roll her over so that she was underneath him. He put a knee between her legs, looking into her startled eyes with hungry intensity. He felt her trembling beneath him, but she did not try to escape or ask him to stop.

"Are you saying you'd like to try that with me, Elena?" He asked carefully. He was unable to help himself, even though he knew that was not what she meant.

She stiffened beneath him. "No!" she said quickly. "No. I was just curious about it..."

Damon studied her for a moment, giving her a smile, even as he placed a light kiss on her throat. "I would never bite you unless you asked me to Elena, but if I did, it would feel fucking amazing," he said in a low growl, trailing another kiss higher on her throat, then another just below her ear. He felt a shiver run through her whole body as he flicked his tongue along the lobe. When he spoke again it was right beside her ear. "I would make it feel so good you would probably cum just from the bite," Damon purred into her ear, taking the delicate cartilage gently between his teeth as he nibbled along its edge. He felt Elena's body shudder and grow even warmer beneath him. She wriggled out of his mouth's reach and he laid some of his weight on her, his hard cock pressing into her thigh through their clothes.

Suddenly she was pushing him off of her and wrapping the blanket over herself, not meeting his eyes. "Damon we can't do this."

Damon had to take a breath and get himself under control before answering her. "Why not?" His voice was still thick with lust. His eyes flashed with frustration and need. He could not fully hide his disappointment that she was no longer pressed against him.

"I can't go through it all again, all the craziness, the blood. I'm not ready for that." Elena looked sadly at Damon.

"Elena it doesn't have to be like that, not ever. I have complete control over myself. I would never hurt you." His eyes burned into hers in testament to his sincerity.

She nodded, "I know Damon."

He caught her eyes, drawing closer to her. "I mean it."

"I know Damon, but I still can't." Damon saw a tiny hint of fear in her stare. He backed off, giving her some space as he put his shoes and leather jacket back on. He felt defeated and unimaginably sexually frustrated. Elena would surely drive him completely crazy someday.

When he was back in his jacket and loafers he returned to Elena's side and pulled her against him, kissing her cheek reverently. "Go back to sleep Elena," He said just above a whisper, holding her petite frame against his chest and kissing the top of her head. There was a bit of light in the sky now, softening the shadows around them.

She nodded and didn't hug him back or respond to his kisses in any way, except to pull the blanket tighter around herself. Without wasting another moment he was gone out the window, hopping easily to the dewy grass below and blurring off into the morning mist.

And there you have it faithful readers, Chapter Five! Things got a little heated there for a minute, but looks like Elena's got cold feet! Can she ever learn to trust Damon? Is he going home to masterbate furiously in the shower? Keep reading to find out...

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