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Sunday, November 8, 2009

He felt like shit.

His previous problems with decent sleep had only gotten worse since their day at the restaurant. He felt empty, distracted and grumpy and he'd never been grumpy before - not even once. He hadn't seen any of his friends due to being so stressed about life in general - except from Andie. He'd been in bed with her one night and his body had denied him the erection he'd craved. She'd questioned if he was sick or if she'd done something wrong - but it wasn't her fault that she wasn't Elena.

"What is going on with you?" Andie gazed at him, disappointed at his unwillingness to even look at her. "Are you s–?"

"I'm not sick." He snorted and glanced at her. "I'm just not in the mood."

"Since when are you not in the mood?" She rested her hands on her hips.

'I've been asking myself the same question for weeks now.' He thought and sipped his beer as the blonde sat down beside him and crossed her long legs. She'd dressed up in red sexy underwear - hoping to get his full attention but he just didn't care. He felt no desire to bury himself inside her.

He was sprawled out on his sofa, tired and annoyed with life and the way things seemed to get messed up no matter what he did. He hadn't heard a single word from Elena. And who could blame her? He'd actually hoped that she would call him, begging for help with homework. Hell, it didn't even had to have been homework she needed help with.

"I'm always working," He explained. "Therefore, I'm always tired."

"It's never stopped you before, besides it's recurring." Andie eyed him suspiciously. "This isn't the first time it's happening. Are you sure you're not sick?"

"I'm not sick." He groaned. "You're not helping by mentioning it all the time. Let's just watch a movie or something."

"So, it's me? I'm the problem."

"Huh," He turned to look at her, ignoring the TV. "What?"

"You don't find me attractive anymore."

He sighed. 'No. You're still beautiful, I'm just messed up right now.' It wasn't her fault. Andie was beautiful, sexy and great in bed but he just couldn't seem to get his dick to function properly. His head, heart and body seemed to run in three different directions and sex was the last thing on his mind.

He wanted to sleep a whole night without dreaming about her, a whole night without waking up sweaty and panting her name as he closed in on his release. He would be throbbing inside his underwear, pulsating hard and reminding him of what he wanted but couldn't have.

He didn't want Andie to stay the night anymore, didn't want to share a bed with her, didn't want her to wake up to his moaning and tense body as it craved release - screaming for an orgasm he couldn't reach. It was also one of the reasons as to why he'd stopped sleeping with her. The fear of failure and his body not cooperating caused him to back away. His mental state wasn't one to brag about. He barely managed to hold his shit together without crumbling.

It would pass. He just had to endure.

It wouldn't - couldn't - storm forever.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Damon groaned as he sipped on his coffee, the hot liquid burned the back of his throat, causing him to hiss and grimace.

Elena had continued to chase his dreams - haunting them, driving him to the brink of insanity, waking up sweaty and panting every single night. One night of undisturbed sleep - was that really too much to ask for?

Alaric - his colleague, friend and closest confidante had mentioned that he looked like shit the other day and Damon hadn't been able to disagree with him. Life had been quite colorful but something had changed and he'd forced himself into denying that it had anything to do with Elena. No person, no matter how beautiful - could affect another so bad that they felt like shit.

"Okay, buddy. We need to talk." Ric entered their shared office, a cup of coffee in his hand, a file in the other and shut the door. He took a seat in front of Damon's desk and crossed his arms over his chest. "I've known you for a long time and I can tell that there's something bothering you. I have to admit that I kind of expected you to tell me what's going on but I've lost hope. So, I'm just going to ask you - what's wrong? Are you in trouble? Is there something I can do?"

"Ric." Damon started, trying to form a sentence in his head. "It's nothing."

He'd considered talking to Ric about it, share with his friend but something inside him wanted to keep it to himself. It was personal and he wasn't sure on how the sandy haired man would react if he knew the reason to his friend's crazy way of behaving as of lately.

"No bullshit." He warned him. "Tell me the truth."

"There's nothing to tell."

"Do you remember that time when I accidentally got married in Vegas and you helped me get through the divorce without the entire world knowing about it?"

Damon snickered at the memory of his friend calling him in panic from a hotel room in Vegas. Ric had been close to losing himself as he'd somehow lost 'his wife' without knowing who he'd married. Damon had met up with him and he'd taken care of the mess that his friend had made. It had been difficult to go through the divorce due to the fact that the bride was unwilling to meet them halfway. Eventually, Damon had managed to solve the problem without Ric having a heart attack on the plane back home.

They'd never mentioned it again since that day, so the fact that his friend willingly brought it up, proved that he was deadly serious. He decided that he could twist the truth a little bit - or a lot - without sharing too much.

"Fine." Damon sighed. "I've met someone."

"Ha, nice try. You're not getting off the hook that easily." Ric chuckled.

Damon eyed him sternly and crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair, patiently waiting for his friend's brain to actually catch up with the information. He'd told him about Andie and that he didn't have any other kind of relationships, so the surprised look on his face was real.

"Oh, you're serious?"

"Yeah, well, it's complicated." Complicated was the understatement of the fricking year.

"You're always complicated."

"True." Damon agreed. "It's just that she's younger and–"

"Younger could be nice, besides a couple of years isn't that bad. You might be able to teach her something out of value. However, I do prefer the whole cougar thing, older women. It sounds sexy."

"Well," Damon rolled his eyes and snickered at his friend. "She's younger."

"Okay, why does that sound like it could be a problem?" Ric frowned, curious. " I mean, how... how much younger are we talking about?"

"Younger." Damon nodded, emptied his cup and pulled a hand over his face, trying to hide the fact that his cheeks turned pink.

"What, like five years younger?" Ric sipped on his coffee.

"Try doubling it."

Damon grimaced as his friend almost choke on the warm liquid and started coughing, his eyes watery and red because of the sudden lack of oxygen. The reaction was quite priceless and he forced himself not to laugh as Ric gasped for air.

"Holy crap, are you kidding? Is she even out of preschool yet?" Ric looked incredulously at him, coughing, trying to figure out whether he was joking or not.

"She's eighteen."

"That's young."

"I know." Damon gritted his teeth, annoyed at his friend for stating the obvious - as if he didn't know? He should've kept his mouth shut.

"Is it serious?"

He wanted to say yes but couldn't. There was electricity between them but that was it. He'd been the one to let go as she'd begged him to at the restaurant. He couldn't pull her back and tell her how she still invaded his mind. He couldn't just call her and tell her that he was willing to give her whatever she wanted, just as long as he got her. However, just the mere thought of another man roaming her body got him nauseous and frustrated.

"No. There's nothing going on between us. I've rejected her and like you said, she's too young."

"I never said that. I said she was young, not too young." Ric enlightened him with a raised eyebrow.

"So?" Damon frowned, trying to contemplate the meaning behind those words.

"I'd say go for it."

It was Damon's turn to choke on his coffee. He started coughing, desperately trying to fill his lungs with the missing oxygen, his chest heaving, his eyes watering. He eyed his friend suspiciously as he tried to catch his breath.

"You said it yourself," He argued. "She's eighteen."

The frustration had caused him to sound colder and a lot more heated than what he'd intended. He shook his head at his friend, wordlessly apologizing with a nod.

"So?" Ric shrugged casually. "She's an adult according to law and you're not getting married. It's just a fling, Damon."

"Are you encouraging me to have a fling with an eighteen year old?" He joked, hoping to lighten up the discussion as the air felt heavy in their office. "Alaric Saltzman, I am shocked."

"I'm encouraging you to get your shit together and if that means having a fling with someone who could be your daughter, then fine."

Damon glared at him and his friend laughed innocently, raising his hands in defeat. Ric meant well. But fear still held Damon back. He wanted to call her, ease his body with the sound of her soft voice. He wanted her in every way possible.

"Even if it means–"

"Yes." Ric nodded. "Do what you need to do. Get your shit together, because I need you. I need my friend and as of right now, you're just a shell of the Damon I used to know."

Monday, November 9, 2009

She hadn't seen him since their lunch meeting in October and she felt okay with the way her life was going. School took up most of her free time and she'd tried her best not to volunteer to help her father at the office. Thankfully, he hadn't asked her to assist either.

They'd parted on good terms with each other and her 'Damon-detox' had helped her focus on raising her grades and taking care of herself - body and soul.

Of course, the thought of him hurt - hence the reason as to why she'd stayed away from family gatherings and such. She'd spent a lot of time with Caroline and a lot less with her parents - who'd started to worry about her daily and calm demeanor. They'd used to describe her as full of life and energetic but as of lately - they'd started to look worried and confused. Elena couldn't blame them. Her sanity had started to fade. The last couple of days had been a lot harder than she wanted to admit.

She thought about him whenever her brain allowed her to rest, so she'd forced herself to stay occupied. There'd been times when she'd thought about making up a lie about a nonexistent essay and ask for his help and guidance but she'd stopped herself. That would be sinking too low, even for her.

Damon's face had a way of nestling its way into her head, causing her to feel exposed and alone in so many ways. She ached, missed him - felt as if a part of her was slowly dying and there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening.

"Sweetheart?" Her mother entered her room. "Is there anything you'd like to talk about?"

"No." Elena shook her head, slightly confused.

She brushed her hair and put it up in a high and messy ponytail. Elena eyed herself in the mirror. She was supposed to meet Brett at Barbara's for some lunch and a much needed study session. They got along very well and he was a nice guy. They had a couple of assignments due on Friday and Elena wanted to stay on track as Christmas was heading their way. Brett had no objections to her perfectionism and she was grateful. He was easy to talk to and had a nice sense of humor. She'd never felt stupid in his company.

"You've been distant."Miranda took a seat by the window and eyed her daughter as she applied mascara. "Are you sure everything's okay? I'm worried about you."

'Yes.' She thought. 'I'm fine. Except my heart is bleeding and I can't do anything to stop it.' She'd tried her best to be brave and soldier on but it was difficult. People might've considered that she looked calm and collected on the outside the last couple of weeks, but on the inside she was screaming. Loudly.

"I'm fine. Just busy and occupied with school."

"I know but you're working so hard. Honey, I just think that you should slow down and enjoy life for a second or two." Miranda sent her a motherly smile.

"I enjoy life." She assured, not entirely convincing herself.

Her mother rose from her seat, walked over to her, put a hand on her cheek and shook her head. "Then why is the smile on your face a fake one?"

Elena could feel how her insides screamed at the fact that her mother knew her better than she sometimes thought or even wanted to admit. Even Caroline had noticed the blank stare in her friend's eyes. She wanted to talk to them, discuss how her body felt physically hurt but she couldn't. Not that there was much to talk about but still - she missed sharing things with the people she loved. Her father on the other hand - was as oblivious as always and truth be told, she didn't care. It was probably a wise choice to keep him in the dark.

She missed her brother. He always managed to draw the secrets out of her and without even trying, sometimes. It was annoying but if he'd been home she would've probably welcomed it. She felt as if she was about to burst with the secret inside and how it affected her. It felt like a heavy burden she couldn't get rid off.

"You're not pregnant are you?"

"What? No! You have to have sex to get pregnant."

"Ah!" Miranda gasped and clasped her hands together as if praying. "Thank you."

"Mom, if I'd been pregnant," Elena locked eyes with her mother, wanting to reassure her. "You'd be the first to know."

He entered the cafe - Barbara's was a favorite and their lunch boxes were to die for - besides he'd had to get out of the office and had offered to buy lunch for some of his colleagues. He needed to stretch his body and breathe in the fresh air. Barbara greeted him with a huge smile, motioning for him to have a seat as she ran off to the kitchen. She was a sturdy woman with a lot of knowledge about all of her customers.

Damon was just about to sit down at the counter as he recognized the female sitting alone at one of the corner booths. Books and certain papers covered the table and she looked gorgeous in a grey cardigan, dark jeans, her straight her shining as the light found its way through the wall of glass behind her. 'So beautiful.'

His heart started beating furiously in his chest and he smiled, remembering the conversation he'd had with Ric. However, the smile faded away quickly as a blonde guy sat down across from her. Elena smiled and nodded at something he said. Damon eyed them as the young douche handed her a pen, pointing at one of the books.

Something inside him shifted as the douche moved closer to her. Jealousy spread through him as he put an arm around Elena, whispering in her ear. It seemed so intimate and inappropriate. Was she on a date? His heart ached at the thought of someone else holding her tight, kissing her, entering her and claiming her and her body. He eyed them for another minute, before clenching his jaw, grimacing and walking over to them.

"Elena."

She looked up at him and froze immediately, her smile disappearing within a flash of a single second. Her brown eyes mesmerized him and pulled him in – unmercifully. The intensity of their eyes locking had him turn into someone he didn't recognize, possession clawing at his insides. He rarely felt jealous but this was different. It had to be more of a protective jealousy, the kind that only a big brother could understand and feel for a younger sister - at least that's what he tried telling himself.

"Damon." She blinked, broke eye contact. "Uhm, Brett, this is Damon. One of my father's colleagues."

'Ha!' He wanted to chuckle with sarcasm. 'Oh, really?' Colleague? Not a family friend or a close acquaintance? He gritted his teeth at her presentation of him and tried to compose and put aside the emotions running wild inside him as Brett shook his hand. Brett was the typical high schooler, probably popular and captain of the football team.

"We need to talk." He nodded towards the bathroom door across from their booth and left before she had the chance to reply.

Damon could hear how she excused herself and hurried after him. He opened the door for her, pushed her inside, almost slammed the door shut and locked it behind them. By now, the jealousy had turned into a new and unknown feeling of dark and unshed anger in his chest. It pulsated through his veins and he didn't like it. He resisted the urge to grab her and shake some sense into that pretty little head of hers. 'I shouldn't be jealous, you're not even mine.' He tried to remind himself.

They just stood there, watching one another, their breathing slightly erratic. Damon gulped as she bit her lower lip in an attempt to hide her nervousness, her entire body language screamed submissive. It was weird but he felt majorly turned on by just looking at her as she fumbled with her hands. What was she doing to his body, mind and soul? How did she manage to have him act like a fourteen year old with a flashlight barely hidden in his pants?

'Control.' He thought.

"Who's the douche?" He asked, casually crossing his arms.

"He's my study partner."

"He was drooling all over you. Wouldn't exactly call that a study partner."

"No." Her smile faded away into nothing but a blank stare. "You've gotta be kidding me."

"What?" Damon snapped, sounding harsher than he'd intended. "What is it?"

"You're being territorial."

He snorted at her words - territorial was a word people used when protecting things they already owned. He wasn't territorial or jealous. He was mad. He felt anger bubble inside him as she eyed him without blinking. He'd pissed her off and she was obviously ready for a fight, there was nothing submissive-like about her strong posture.

"No, I'm not." He argued. "I'm just looking out for you."

She raised her eyebrows and shook her head in disapproval, annoyed with the unwanted intrusion in her social life. "I don't need you to babysit me. He's just a friend."

"Oh yeah?"

"Besides, the only douche here," She pointed at him. "Is you."

She pushed passed him, unlocked the door and stepped out. He grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her back inside the bathroom. He wasn't finished yet. His breath got caught in his throat - he'd never seen those brown orbs turn black so fast before. She glared at him and the fire started burning brightly in her eyes. Panic struck him - he'd ruined it. He had to fix it.

"Elena." He begged, unsure of what to say.

"No." She shook her head, almost screaming at him. "We decided that there was nothing going on. You said so yourself and I've tried my best to move on and now this."

"What do you want me to say?" He growled back at her.

"You can't act like this. It's confusing me."

He quickly realized the truth behind her words and had to admit that he was sending her mixed signals and he cursed under his breath. The earlier discussion he'd had with Ric seemed to pop up in the back of his mind. Not that it helped, she still glared at him with a newfound intensity.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to– Fuck." He pulled a hand through his hair, slightly nervous.

"You agreed to be friends." She said, less angry than before. "A friend wouldn't act like this. Get your shit together because you're ruining me with your mood swings."

And then she left, slammed the door in his face without as much as looking back over her shoulder.

'Get your shit together.' She'd uttered the same words that Ric had thrown at him earlier and coming from her, it hit home, badly. 'Fuck.' He slammed his hand against the wall and hissed at the burning sensation spreading across his palm. He had to get his shit together or they would both fall apart at the seams.

Friday, November 20, 2009

He'd been soul searching for a week. He'd been replaying their latest encounter in his head, changing his words to ones of admiration and politeness but he couldn't change what had happened in reality. He'd been a douche that day. He'd acted possessive without having the right to. No wonder she'd exploded and slammed the door in his face. He'd deserved it.

Damon left the kitchen as he'd made sure his mother's cake recipes had been followed to the point of perfection. His father's birthday had always been his mother's favorite family gathering. She'd spent weeks preparing the menu, discussing the decorations and hiring a catering firm with a respectable reputation. Elizabeth Salvatore was the queen of party planners and none dared to challenge her. She'd built herself a name as a professional party planner during his childhood and she had a lot of experience, yet her nerves always got the best of her each year as her husband's birthday approached.

He assured his mother that everything was as perfect as she'd hoped and left his parents by the front door as they continued to greet the numerous guests that had been invited to celebrate Giuseppe Salvatore. He made his way towards the ball room, knowing that his mother would send him on a mingling spree unless he behaved and at least stopped to chat with some of the people.

His heart started beating furiously in his chest as he sensed her presence in the room.

She turned to the side and his breath got caught in his throat. She looked absolutely stunning in a green dress that ended just above her knee; showing off her long legs, black heels and her dark hair braided to the side. She wore white pearl earrings, her makeup light and soft. He knew that beauty wasn't all about looks, make up, clothes or accessories. True beauty was founded in one's strength of being themselves. 'Confidence breeds beauty.'

Damon could feel how his intestines somersaulted at the sight of her. Okay. He had to admit that, that was no girl - that was a very beautiful and attractive - woman. She eyed the huge painting on the wall, mesmerized by the impressive artwork that his mother had bought almost twenty years ago.

He stopped shortly to greet some acquaintances and colleagues before steering his feet towards her - gravity pulling him closer. He tried to breathe as he lost a part of his sanity the second she turned around to face him and his eyes found hers. And then it hit him. 'No.' Those eyes managed to electrocute him and he felt his legs turning into something similar to overcooked pasta. Emotions hit him like a train wreck crashing through a brick wall and he remembered something his mother had said a couple of years ago. 'When you meet the one who changes the way your heart beats, dance with them to that rhythm for as long as the song lasts.'

His heart ached at the sudden realization and he felt the intense need to tell her, spill the secret of his feelings and how he couldn't cut her out of his life or head. He couldn't ignore her. He couldn't possibly act as it there was nothing going on between them anymore. He didn't exactly know what was going on between them but there was something - something that buzzed with sizzling electricity and caused his heart to leap in his chest whenever he saw her. He had to give it a try, if she still wanted him.

'Shit.' He felt something and it was undeniable.

Elena parted from her parents as they entered the mansion that had belonged to the Salvatore's for more than five generations. It was absolutely amazing and such a pleasure visiting. Hide and seek had probably been a real challenge as a kid. She couldn't imagining growing up at a mansion - Damon and Stefan had been quite spoiled. She snickered at the thought of them as kids - slightly sad at the fact that she couldn't remember Damon as a six year old as she hadn't even been born at the time.

Their latest encounter had messed her up to the point of her ending up feeling hollow and lifeless. The scary part was that she'd seen a part of her own turmoil mirrored in his blue eyes. For a second she'd allowed herself to believe and hope that he'd started to develop some kind of emotion regarding her but no. She was too scared of hoping, too scared of being hurt unless he actually felt something other than protectiveness.

She'd left Barbara's and a puzzled Brett before Damon had left the bathroom. She wanted to cause him the same pain she'd felt for such a long time. She didn't owe him anything, not even an apology. She'd collapsed in the shower later that night. She'd cried her heart out, sobbing as if her life had depended on it. She'd been so confused, her feelings running wild and her thoughts creating a chaos she couldn't guide herself through.

Elena tilted her head and curtsied as a passing waiter handed her a glass of sparkling champagne. She recognized and greeted a couple of her father's colleagues as she sipped on her champagne. A shot of electricity caused her fingers to twitch, she inhaled deeply, goosebumps spreading like venom across her body and then…

"You look stunning, if it isn't obvious."

Oh, velvet. Of course he would be there. How could she be so stupid? It was his father's birthday after all. She turned around, bit her lower lip and smiled as she came to stand face to face with him. She lost all willpower she'd gathered in order to stay at least a little mad at him for their heated discussion at Barbara's. It was impossible to stay mad at someone like him.

Lord, he was as gorgeous as ever. Dressed in dark jeans and a grey shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the sexy hair perfectly tousled and messy. Her breath got caught in her throat as he smirked at her, his eyes wandering appreciatively over her body.

"Your hair's getting long." She whispered and immediately cursed herself.

"You like it?"

For heaven's sake, she could've thrown herself at his feet without thinking twice. She clenched her fist behind her back and blushed, heat causing her body to feel hot and bothered. Her nerve endings was on fire and all due to the way he looked at her. She wanted him so bad. She'd been holding back for what felt like a lifetime and the last couple of days had been hell.

Yes, she'd put on a brave face for the world but nothing had felt right. She'd felt broken and her heart had ached painfully. She'd focused on school and Caroline. The blonde knew her well and she'd noticed the shift in her friend. Elena had tried her best to laugh it off, blaming it all on stress, knowing very well what the problem was. 'Him.'

"Yes." She breathed, the generous glass of champagne making her slightly bolder than usual.

He raised an eyebrow - questioningly and nodded slowly as if realizing she'd just failed to sound seductive and flirt - rather - shamelessly with him and in front of other people as well.

She could feel her heart leap in her chest and all of a sudden she felt naked in her emerald dress. She'd felt so beautiful just a couple of minutes earlier and tried to concentrate or at least focus on staying on her own two feet. Falling apart in a heap of lust and arousal in the Salvatore's ballroom wasn't something she prefered to experience. She tried to collect herself and a piece of the sanity that she knew she possessed.

"How have you been?"

"How have you been?"

He shook his head. "Can we talk?"

She seemed rather surprised by his request but nodded cautiously. He motioned for her to follow him and a waiter grabbed her empty glass before they left the ballroom behind. Damon escorted her through the foyer and up the stairs, down the hall and in through a dark wooden door.

They ended up in a small bathroom with light colors, a scent of vanilla filling the space. His heart felt as if it was about to burst in his chest. He had to admit it; he was currently scared shitless. She gulped as he locked the door and turned around to face her. If he was about to pour his heart out, he didn't want them to be overheard or interrupted. Everything regarding them was personal and fragile.

"Ask me again."

She frowned, fumbling with her hands. "Ask you what?"

"How I've been."

Elena frowned and eyed him suspiciously. He could see the inner turmoil in her eyes as he felt the same storm approach with the force of a hurricane too. He noticed how she tried to compose herself and put on a strong face. He hated the fact that he made her so nervous and scared of what he meant, so he just blurted it out - unable to stop the words from forming themselves in his mouth.

"I'm a wreck. I can't get you out of my head."

"Damon, don't." She breathed and attempted to pass him, reaching for the doorknob. "I can't do this. You can't say things like that. They give me false hope. I can't live like that."

His hand found hers and stopped her from taking another step. His body ached as her words hit him. He'd caused her pain and it broke his heart. He continued, he had to let her know just how much she affected him and how everything had shifted.

"I can't eat, concentrate or even think. It's not about sex, okay?"

"Then what is it?"

Her voice was merely a whisper and her lower lip quivered. It was so hard for him to focus when she was so close within reach. Tears stained her eyes but he could see how hard she fought to hold them back.

"I can't sleep, I dream of you and I find myself wanting to get to know you better. I feel something. The thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twisting in my fucked up soul." He paused to breathe. "But I can't tell you what it is I'm feeling because I don't know but I'm willing to give this a try. Us."

"Us?" She questioned, taken aback.

"We'll do it your way, whatever you want. If you want to date or just hang out. I'm sorry but that's all I can give you right now, I can't make any promises but I'm yours if you want me."

Her lips parted in an emotional tidal wave and her shocked eyes searched his for any sign of him being insincere. She found none and gasped as the words hit her, almost flooring her.

"Are you serious?" She whispered.

"Yes." He said it without hesitation, nodding reassuringly. "Yes."

Something she'd wanted for such a long time had just happened and she felt as if she'd been frozen to the ground - involuntarily - as all she wanted to do; was kiss him. She also wanted to cry with a happiness she'd never experienced before. Elena could easily hear her own pulse ringing in her ears - so what stopped him from hearing it as well? Her heart pumped so hard that it almost hurt, butterflies exploding in millions of colors, filling her belly with a tickling sensation.

She started shivering, her body reacting to his as the air hummed around them, confirming the electricity flying through the air. He threw himself at her feet, he wanted to figure out what was going on between them. 'Us.' He'd said he wanted to give them a try and her heart had expanded to the size of her chest aching.

He blamed gravity and everything in between as he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her towards him. His lips crashed onto hers and the sweet sound of her moan caused him to go weak at the knees. His hands roamed her body, carefully but still passionate, their mouths exploring one another.

Her arms found their way around his neck and shoulders as he trailed openmouthed kisses along her slender neck. He felt his heart skip a beat as she pulled her hand through his hair, grabbed a handful of it and steered him back up to her lips. He found himself smiling against her lips, she laughed and he turned them around in order to press her back against the door. He whispered her name and inhaled her scent. 'So intoxicating.'

He pinned her to the door, reveling in the feel of her body and how it formed itself after his. Somehow, her emerald dress had been pushed up over her thighs and it was easy for her to sneak her legs around his waist as their mouths fought each other for rivaled dominance.

It was soft and passionate but the atmosphere changed when she felt his erection press against her center. He noticed how she froze and he tried to pull away. Hoping to be able to give her space. He didn't want their first time to be like this. He didn't want to pressure her or have her thinking that he expected her to let him have her anyway or anywhere he wanted, simply because one thing led to another. He'd decided that they would be taking things slow, no matter what. He wanted her to be with him on her own terms. He'd said 'whatever you want', and he'd meant it - wholeheartedly. He would hand himself over to her to do as she wished, wanted her to steer him as he was way too inexperienced regarding the kind of relationship she craved so badly.

However, those thoughts disappeared as she pulled him closer, clawing at him, holding him close, deepening their already heated kiss. He groaned as she boldly pressed her hips against him, teasing the bulge in his pants, quietly but very obviously inviting him to go further.

"Elena." He warned and pulled back from her mouth, breathing heavily.

"No, just kiss me."

Her brown orbs locked with his blue eyes and everything disappeared - the surroundings, the sound of voices coming from downstairs - everything except from her face evaporated and faded away. He stumbled, unable to hold back and caught her lips, covering her warm mouth with his once again.

The intensity was unlike anything he'd felt before - unlike anything he'd ever experienced and it scared him more than he wanted to admit. It felt so raw and different. Different didn't necessarily have to mean it was bad - just different. Electricity shot through him and Damon tilted his hips, pressing her back against the hard surface of the door.

She gasped and he realized he'd tilted his hips and had managed to rub her in the right place. He smirked devilishly, a sated feeling of joy spreading in his chest. Elena's hands felt heavy as she placed them on his lower back, helping him rub her center with increased movements. It was easy to tell when he rubbed the right spot as she moaned into his mouth, her breathing heavy and erotic. The simple fabric of her lacy underwear and his jeans was the only thing stopping them from completing their intense coupling.

The sound of her quiet moans got him fired up and he throbbed painfully in his pants. His heart raced intensely in his chest and it was hard to think of anything else except from her body pressing against his. He knew that his dick would be covered with bruises later - as he kept rubbing and grinding himself against the fabric of his boxers - but he didn't care. It would be worth the bruises. He could feel the tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach as his body started to hum appreciatively against hers. She rode his hips, grinding and angling herself the best she could.

He hadn't been dry humping anyone since high school so the situation felt rather mind blowing to say the least. It confused and surprised him that he enjoyed the simple act of going through the motions of sex while being fully clothed. She changed parts of him that he didn't even knew existed.

She clawed at his lower back, moved with increasing ferocity, driving him to the brink without even knowing it. He would have to pull away or he would splash in his pants, spilling his seed in his boxers. 'Oh no.' He tensed and gripped her hips, digging his nails into her skin.

She could feel how he started to tense up as he held her pressed against the door. His hand gripped at her thighs, moving to her hips, holding her in place. She could feel the familiar and tingling sensation between her legs, her underwear damp and in the way - stopping him from sinking deep into her warmth.

Every swift motion of his hips caused her to moan and gasp in his ear. She stroke the back of his neck, playing with the strands of hair, inhaling his scent. The door squeaked behind them but she didn't care. Nothing else mattered in that moment. She was lost in him and the feeling of being so close to completion.

His erection pressed at her center, spreading shots of electricity throughout her entire body. She started to fall apart in his embrace. The sound of an acoustic guitar accompanied by someone playing the piano reached her ears from downstairs. She breathed his name, closed her eyes and drowned in an explosion of emotions, allowing the waves to pull her under.

He attacked her lips once she finally resurfaced with a moan loud enough for anyone to hear. He covered her mouth with his as he exploded, stumbling, his legs buckling at the knees as he came in his pants. She surprised him and looked him straight in the eye, as if she was willing him to let go of everything except from her body. The intensity of the orgasm rolled off of him in waves and caused him to lose his breath for a while. He felt at home.

She breathed heavily as he buried his head in the crook of her neck, nuzzling her skin, leaving wet, openmouthed kisses just above her pulsepoint. His heart pumped furiously in his chest and he tried to catch his breath before lazily moving against her kiss swollen lips. He smirked as she cradled his face with her hands.

He leaned his forehead against hers as both of them tried to catch their breaths. He was quite sure she'd stopped breathing during her own climax and the happiness spreading throughout his body caused him to shiver in her embrace. He knew he should pull away and try to clean them up before attending the party downstairs but he couldn't move. He just wanted to hold her, wanted to let her know that he didn't regret any of the things that had just happened between them.

"I want more than just your body." He said with raw honesty. "And I.. ejaculated in my pants."

It had never happened to him while dry humping before. It wasn't one of his finest moments but he wasn't ashamed. It was a compliment of the highest order. She'd managed to give him an orgasm without putting her hands on his erection and he was still slightly shocked at how it had all happened. How much time had passed? She'd had him bursting at the seams without realizing it and his heart ached with compassion and quite a bit of gratitude.

She blushed crimson, bit her lower lip, smiled sweetly and played with the hair in the back of his neck, spreading warmth across the area.

"Oh?" She mouthed, nibbling at his lip.

"It has never happened to me before."

"I've bewitched you?"

"Yes." He mumbled. "Yes you have."

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