Saturday, November 20, 2009

Thankfully, Damon managed to clean himself up from the sticky mess in his boxers and Elena had helped him with a smile tugging at the corner of her soft mouth - clearly proud of the fact that she'd sent him over the edge so easily. He'd been embarrassed at the fact that he'd splashed so easily but felt rather smug when Elena obviously took it as a compliment. However, he feared for the moment he would be able to enter her for real, without clothes holding them back from merging with one another. The mere thought of it had him twitching in excitement and she'd blushed at the confirmation.

They'd both felt the undening pull between them. It had been there, overpowering them it its urge to throw them together in a heated coupling. It had been magnetic and he'd wanted her a second time as she'd helped him with careful movements. They'd been shy but at the same time it had felt so natural and easy. There'd been no worries or concerns circulating between them. The atmosphere had been light and their early orgasmic state had caused them to feel relaxed. They'd connected with one another without him being inside her and the thought had him baffled. It had felt like home and he realized how chessy it sounded just thinking it.

But, he'd felt no guilt about what had happened and he'd said it out loud. He didn't care if anyone had heard them - 'let them be jealous of the sound she's making' had been a distant thought.

They'd descended the stairs together, fire burning between them, leaving them with invisible burn marks. Elena had been so radiant, practically glowing and beaming with a happiness that matched his own. He'd wanted to grab her hand, touch her body, showing her that it was more than just an orgasm for him - but they'd agreed on keeping it between the two of them until they'd grown accustomed to whatever it was that was going on between them.

People had been dancing as they'd entered the ballroom and he'd dared to gather her in his arms, dancing close to her, feeling himself grow hard just by being so close to her. His body responded to every little thing she did. She'd put a spell on him, he'd never reacted like that before.

They'd danced just like any other couple but without people knowing what they'd been doing in the upstairs bathroom - unaware of how they felt for one another. He'd spun her around, enjoying the laughter coming from her. He'd quickly realized that seeing her happy transcended a lot of things. It warmed his heart and caused an unknown joy to spread across his chest. She'd bit her lower lip, briefly touched his face and panting his name.

It had been so hard to part from her as she'd left with her parents. He'd wanted to grab her, push her into one of the closets and just, ravish her, mark her and never let her forget that she was indeed, his. Because that was how he felt as he watched her leave the mansion. She'd been his for a long time. She'd known it for years, Damon on the other hand - ouch, he'd been slow but he was just about to catch up with her. Better late than never, he thought.

His mother had eyed him suspiciously as he'd been devouring three pieces of peach cobbler and vanilla ice cream before heading home. He'd shrugged it off and she'd raised a questioning eyebrow. His mother had the ability to see things without uttering a single word and he'd tried to casually explain how much he'd missed her homemade cobbler. She'd scolded him, letting him know that their front door was always open for him. He'd thanked her and left before she'd had the chance to start a real investigation, including a polygraph test.

As Damon got home and crossed the downstairs lobby and headed towards the elevator the doorman stopped to inform him that there was someone waiting for him at his front door. He'd been slightly puzzled and had felt excited, hoping for it to be Elena.

To his big disappointment Andie leaned against the wall, drunk and clearly more than ready to be fucked. He'd brushed her off and she'd left with teary eyes. He hadn't regretted a single thing. She needed to realize that they would never be the same again. All he wanted was Elena.

He easily could've played with himself before going to bed but the happiness of the night's events had him dancing through his bedroom door as he got undressed. He felt rather relaxed but needed a good night's sleep. She was the last thing that circulated through his mind as he crawled into bed.

Things had changed the day he'd picked her up drunk and nothing would ever be the same again.

Damon woke up to someone nudging him. He waved his hand dismissively and muttered under his breath. 'No.' He groaned at the hand nudging his shoulder and slowly turned around, trying to get comfortable once again, while avoiding the irritated voice behind him. But as soon as he realized he'd crawled into bed alone last night - he peaked at the intruder standing by the bed. Had Ric decided to surprise him with breakfast in bed? The thought had him rolling his eyes.

"Daddy!" The tiny intruder stomped her foot, a look of annoyance plastered on her face.

A dark haired little girl stared at him with big brown eyes, her face similar to a question mark. She stared at him, hands placed firmly on her tiny hips. What the–? He bolted from the warm safety of his bed and landed on his feet, rather ungracefully due to being so incredibly shocked by the tiny human looking incredulously at him. He stumbled over the pile of clothes and quickly scrambled to his feet, staring at her in utter confusion.

He reached for a pair of sweatpants from the armchair in the corner and managed to find a t-shirt without leaving the other invading human with his eyes.

"Daddy?" Damon frowned, his intestines freezing as he pulled the shirt of his head.

What the hell was going on? He looked over his shoulder as if hoping to see Ric jumping out of the closet, yelling 'Punk'd!' No. Not even Ric would be able to pull that off. He scratched the back of his head, trying to remember what had happened before he parted from Elena last night. It seemed very foggy and far away. It had been his dad's birthday, right? His mind felt blank, empty and his hangover was as nasty as if he'd been drinking a whole bottle of bourbon on his own. He tried closing his eyes, hoping that his hallucination would've faded away but to no avail - she kept staring at him.

"Mama's mad, you're gonna be late."

"Yeah, whatever." He mumbled, trying to comprehend what was going on, he shook his head. "Wait, what?"

Damon rubbed his temples, trying to remember to breathe and actually focus on the problem standing before him. It had to be a joke. There was a living, breathing, annoying, kid in his bedroom.

"Uncle Ric is a bad influence on you, daddy." She shook her head dismissively.

Taken aback by the sassiness in her voice; he stopped to eye her suspiciously for the first time. He squinted his eyes, as if sensitive to the mere sight of her. The feeling of familiarity grew by the second. Those eyes had something peculiarly creepy and radiant about them. Huh. He tried to figure out what it was and realized that he recognized them. He'd seen them before. He frowned. The brown warmth that filled her eyes with a blazing fire caught him off guard and he felt nauseous. Those were younger copies of someone's eyes which he recognized. But..? Shit!

He swallowed the lump that had involuntarily formed in his throat. The realization that he'd slept with someone who wasn't Elena crossed his mind and he glanced at the kid. No, no. He wouldn't ruin things with Elena before they'd even begun, would he? He looked around the room. No, this was his place. Sure, there seemed to be a womanly touch to the interior but it was still his bedroom. He tried to clear his mind. 'Daddy?'

"Shit!"

"Uh, daddy?"

The sound of her voice as she called him daddy felt strange but oddly confirmative and somehow… right, in a weird, absent, crazy way. He pulled a hand through his hair; afraid that he would blackout if he didn't… He hurried to the bed and sat down. He leaned forward and let his head hang down between his legs. The room spun to the point of insanity being a better choice and he was sure that he would faint at any second.

"Dad–"

"What?" He finally groaned, unable to look at the child standing before him. The word 'daddy' freaked him out. It just didn't fit but at the same time, it did.

"Mama's going to be fuckin– " She quickly stopped herself and changed her words. "She's going to be pissed if you're late."

The fact that she used the word fucking and pissed almost caused him to chuckle at the insanity of it all. Thankfully, it was someone else's responsible to raise the girl without letting her use those kind of words. Not that he would throw a tantrum if his own kids used those words one day. You couldn't withhold everything from tiny ears.

"What are you talking about? Who's your mom?" He wanted to question who she was, who he was and what the fuck was going on but bit his tongue.

Five minutes later, Damon and the young girl entered the kitchen. He was taken aback at the surroundings. He shook his head in confusion.

This was his kitchen, his cupboards, his kitchen island, his adjoining living room… his! The colors and some of the interior seemed different from what he was used to but it was definitely his place. He frowned as he noticed the stuffed bear on the kitchen island, stomped on a piece of lego and cursed out loud as he bent over, rubbing his foot to the sound of bad words coming from him.

The sound of hysterical giggling reached his ears and he turned to look at the child. She quickly straightened up and tried to put on a brave face that held a lot of unexpressed laughter as she placed a hand over her mouth, realizing that being quiet might serve her purpose instead of making fun of him.

"Sorry." She mumbled.

He quickly dismissed her and scratched the back of his head. Who knew lego pieces could feel like stomping on a poisonous, evil piece of a hot custom firepoke?

"Um, daddy?" The dark haired girl pulled at his arm, craving his attention once she found it being safe to address him. "Can I go play?"

The innocence in her eyes tugged at his heartstrings and he simply nodded yes at her face as it was grazed with a happy smile. He followed her with his eyes as she basically leapt over the edge of the sofa, giggling and finally locating what he thought was a dollhouse at the corner of the living room. He pulled a hand through his hair, trying to collect the spinning thoughts in his head and rounded the corner of the kitchen island.

And then, well… Then he noticed her, leaning against the counter with a cup in one hand and a phone pressed to her ear. Dressed in a knitted sweater, dark skinny jeans that clung perfectly to her curves, leaving him with no imagination of how her body was formed underneath the fabric. Her hair was slightly curled at the end of the lengths and her makeup was as light as always. She was vibrant, gorgeous.

He widened his eyes. Elena.

There was something about her that caused her to look mature, more of a woman than a teen. She'd been beautiful at his parents party yesterday but she'd been innocent and slightly insecure. This was different. She had a different body shape, more curves, swollen breasts that could easily be seen under the sweater, a jawline that could've cut a cake and a glow to her skin that he'd never seen before. Oh, she was different to say the least.

But, she was also absolutely stunning and his breath caught in his throat as she formally ended the call and slowly looked up at him. Her eyes met his and he felt as if the world stopped for a moment, everything moving in slow motion.. She brought the cup to her plum lips and he noticed the wedding band on her left hand. The strange sensation of ownership crossed his heart as she smiled at him - knowingly - and it hit him like a freight train. Wife. She was his wife. He gulped and wondered what kind of brain damaged he'd been diagnosed with - everything felt so surreal but at the same time, so natural - so damn right.

"Sweatpants and a t-shirt?" She snickered and raised a perfect eyebrow. "Are you not going to work today?"

Work? He tried to find words in order to answer her but couldn't seem to figure out what to say. He had no idea what kind of sentence would satisfy her and honestly, he was slightly afraid of saying or even doing something that she could potentially consider weird. Was he dead? What kind of alternative universe was this?

Elena crossed the kitchen, rounded the corner of the island and glanced over her shoulder, making sure the child was occupied with the humongous doll castle in the living room before she sneaked her arms around his neck and shoulders.

Oh fuc-, she smelled so divine that he was afraid that his legs would melt beneath him. She pressed herself against his body and it somehow responded to hers without mercy. It was as if his body and every single limb of his, moved without his consent and his arms found their way around her body. It felt so familiar. They felt familiar, almost as if they'd known each others bodies forever.

She squealed as his hands automatically gripped her buttocks and their breaths mingled with one another as they barely grazed the other ones mouth.

"I thought last night would've rid you of this morning situation." She breathed quietly and lowered her hand, slowly stroking him over the protruding bulge that had grown to full size in his pants. "Not that I'm complaining."

He thought he would faint as she moved her hand over him, putting just the right amount of pressure at the right place. Oh, shi- His mind went blank and he closed his eyes for a second, trying to breathe without falling apart in her embrace. He had to say something, had to do something.

"Elena, I–"

She caught his lips, silencing him and Damon felt as if fireworks exploded inside him. A sort of weird yet welcoming happiness shot through him like electricity and the world felt right in more than one way. She was so… bold and comfortable with his body, almost possessing it, knowing exactly what could set him off. The pulsating need he'd felt for her yesterday at his parents place had been overwhelming but this was… mind blowing. Scary and uncontrollable. She controlled every fiber of his being and he accepted it without complaint.

At that moment he didn't exactly care about what was going on in his mind; if he was dreaming, drunk, in a coma or just plainly hallucinating - his body wanted her, craved her like the air he needed in order to breathe. If it was a dream; he would take whatever he could get and none would be able to blame him for it. Right?

He explored her mouth, stroked his tongue across hers, moved his hands up and down her body, mesmerized at the feel of her pressed so close to his own body. The sensation of exploring her entire being was empowering. Happiness that he'd never felt coursed through him and he forced himself to pull away in order to breathe. Apparently, he still needed air.

"Do you want me?" She teased gently, rubbing his erection, nibbling at his lower lip.

"Yes." He almost panted and groaned as she slipped her hand inside his sweatpants, cupping him, cradling every inch she could reach. "Oh.. yes."

They were suddenly interrupted by a piercing scream that echoed throughout the living room and Elena pulled away as if lightning had struck her. She looked down at his protruding member, let him go and quickly collected herself.

"Amanda? What happened, honey?"

She was gone in a flash and he frowned, confused, dazed, turned on, painfully hard, close to erupting and wondering what had just happened. As soon as oxygen actually made its way through his brain, slowly forcing him to function as his cockstand lowered itself with pulsating need, Elena reentered the kitchen. She cradled the crying child in her arms, trying her best to soothe her, drying the tiny tears that had escaped the brown eyes.

"Uh, what happened?" He managed to ask, trying to shield his lower body parts behind the kitchen island, still swollen with need and denied release.

"Your daughter fell of off the couch." Elena sighed, rolled her eyes and placed Amanda on the counter. "I've told you a thousand times not to jump on the couch. You'll likely break your arm one day."

His daughter? He frowned and wanted to laugh out loud at the same time but tried to keep himself under control as he eyed the mother-daughter duo in front of him. Elena seemed rather sure on how to comfort the child without being overdramatic. His daughter? The thought continued to plopp up in his head.

Damon studied them and realized that there was indeed a striking likeness between the two. She - Amanda - had Elena's eyes, that why he'd recognized them earlier. Amanda cursed and pronounced some of the words he'd used when stomping on that annoying piece of lego so there was no denying that his DNA had played a part in creating the tiny human as well.

He didn't know what to do or say so he just eyed them, mesmerized at the sight of them.

Huh, their daughter. Amanda.

"Daddy said it was okay."

"What, no I didn't." A twinge of guilt crossed him and Elena's eyes darted to him within a nanosecond. He forced to look non guilty but obviously failed as his wife raised an eyebrow as if asking; oh really?

"I said she could go play." He defended and found himself sending his apparent offspring a stern look.

Elena eyed him suspiciously, questioning whether he told her the truth or not. He was quite freaked out over the whole thing that was going on in his mind right now but also very turned on at the fact that she'd carried and given birth to his child. Their child. It was a weird sensation that flowed through his veins as he watched Elena scold Amanda, then kiss her scrawny elbow and sending her to her room in order to pack the stuff she wanted to bring to the park.

Elena turned around, pulled her hands through her hair and sighed heavily. She shook her head and it dawned on him that beneath all the glow, happiness and energy, she actually seemed tired. He wanted to approach her but didn't really know how to cross the line he had drawn in his head. This wasn't reality, it was obviously a dream of some sort but he still wanted to comfort her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes." She nodded, a faint smile crossing her face as she quickly changed the topic. "So, are you staying home today? I promised Amanda that we'd go to the park but I really–"

"Elena." He interrupted her without holding back the the sudden fascination och curiousness that clawed at him. "What happened at my parents house yesterday?"

She snickered at him and waved her hand dismissively as if he'd been trying his best to crack a funny joke. She caught his eye, frowned and shook her head in confusion, seemingly taken aback at the seriousness following his question. At first she seemed baffled but realized that it wasn't a joke.

"I don't know. Why?"

"We celebrated my father's birthday. We were there. Don't you remember?"

"Damon." She walked over to him, looking up at his face, grabbing his hands in hers. Her skin felt warm and soft, comforting. "Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He shrugged, trying to act as calm as possible.

"Well, we haven't seen your parents for four years."

His heart contorted in his chest. He could feel how ice transformed the blood in his veins to cold liquid that pained him to his core. What? She cradled his hands, brought them to her mouth and placed kisses on his knuckles, clearly trying to soothe the ache she'd noticed that he felt when mentioning his parents. The unfamiliar act of her kindness warmed his exterior but not to the extent of defrosting the ice in his veins. He shuddered and tried to find his equilibrium in order to continue but Elena beat him to it.

"I know that you made the decision for our family's sake and I'm thankful for that but if you want to reconnect with your parents," She shrugged, squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Then I'd say go for it. I've forgiven them for everything, maybe you should too?"

"What do you mean?" He dared to ask.

"We both know what happened when I got pregnant. The turmoil still haunts you."

And then, memories of a different life hit him like a train going through a brick wall. Memories flashed before his eyes and his entire life was played out as if on screen before his eyes. The sound of her worried voice forced him to look at her.

"It's okay to miss them." She murmured with her head resting against his chest, nuzzling her face into the soft skin of his shoulder.

And then they talked.

Talked for what seemed like hours and the story of their lives caused him to feel both shock, happiness, joy and fear for what her next sentence would contain. They'd been through so much but most of the time they'd been able to pull through. She was calm and relaxed as she spoke of their life and how she'd felt during those weeks when everything had changed so drastically, not only for them - but for everyone connected to them as well.

Elena had found out she was pregnant on her nineteenth birthday and Damon had proposed to her shortly after he'd found out. He'd planned to propose to her long before he'd found out she was pregnant but had postponed it due to the fear of things he didn't want to think of, ever again. However, is parents had urged him to push Elena towards an abortion but he'd refused to even bring it up. They'd sent one of their lawyers after Elena, trying to bribe her with an enormous check, hoping to cover up what they'd called; a huge mistake.

They'd been so persistent that they'd threatened to disown him if he would acknowledge the child and he'd left their house and their lives without as much as looking back once. That had been the afternoon his father had called Elena a money obsessive maneater that would ruin his life. He could remember the anger he'd felt towards his unsupportive parents. They'd always loved Elena or was that just imagination? The things he knew to be real and the buzzing of 'dreamworld' caused him to mix it up.

He'd loved her then and he'd done everything in order for their life to be blessed with love and happiness. He'd always been working hard and he'd made sure they had everything they could possibly need. He met her eyes, wondering if she ever wrote her book, was she a housewife or did she plan to study? Create a career of her own? What was her dream? Was he supposed to know the answer to those questions? Yes, probably.

He tried a different angle, hoping to lure out some details without snooping or acting suspiciously weird.

"You gave up your own dreams to have Amanda?"

"I've never thought about it like that." She said and stroked his cheek. "My life's not over just because I had a kid at nineteen. I still have dreams. I haven't abandoned them if that's what you're asking. I would like to think of it as.. As if I have postponed them a little. Was it a shock to find out that I was pregnant? Yes. Was she planned? NO."

Damon dared to chuckle at her grimace and somehow adorable expression as she shook her head and widened her eyes to intensify her words.

"But she was welcomed nonetheless." She finished and curved her lip, smiling. "We made it through together but it pains me that you lost your parents and all because of me."

"We have talked about this." He said sternly and something sparked inside him, a feeling of annoyance being ignited within the back of his mind. A memory of them having the same conversation, a memory of him assuring her that he would always choose her, no matter what. She was his family and he'd never looked back. He involuntarily found himself smiling at the realization and she clearly noticed because she tilted her head and eyed him carefully.

"What?" She questioned, looking rather smug.

Damon's eyes wandered across her bosom and placed his hand with a newfound confidence on her hips, pulling her closer. She felt so hot and her skin sent small buzzing shots of electricity throughout his body as he touched her. There was just, something about her. He couldn't comprehend what it was but it was most definitely something.

"You smell, your scent is," He mumbled as he realized that's what pulled him in and grazed her lower lip with his thumb. "So intoxicating."

"You said the same thing when I was carrying Amanda."

He froze and could literally feel the smile spread across her face as realization dawned on him. No. He tried to persuade himself that he was daydreaming and would wake up at any moment now but he didn't. So instead, he pulled back in order to look at her, searching her eyes for confirmation. As if I need it, he thought.

"You're pregnant."

It wasn't a question, it was a fact and he could feel his heart expand and his eyes watering. One of his hands found its way to her stomach, he inhaled deeply as he dropped the hand just below her belly button and a sizzling energy sparkled throughout his fingers as he spread them just a little bit. She was carrying a part of him inside her. Again. He couldn't help but to feel blessed and looked at her as she bit her lip. He recognized the mirroring feelings that flowed through her eyes and at that moment he wanted it all to be his reality.

Nothing in the real world had ever felt this right before. He realized that he wanted all of it - the annoying little girl that was theirs, the woman in front of him that was his wife, the growing child in her womb - happiness and desperate need couldn't describe how much he wanted it all.

But...

All of a sudden, she stiffened under his touch. He felt dizzy as he tried to lock his eyes with hers. Somehow, she started to fade away under his fingers. The contours of her face and body started to dissolve into fog. He tried to grab her by the hand but she melted in his embrace, a look of sadness grazing her beautiful face before she just evaporated into thin air.

The heartbreaking sound of 'daddy' being pronounced caused him to turn his head - only to find the shape of a child but without a face - staring back at him. She stood at the end of the sofa, ready to bounce and he warned her not to move, the fear of her falling before his eyes clawing at his heart. The room changed within an instant, almost as if someone had transformed the surroundings. And all of a sudden, they were on a rooftop, his daughter closing in on the edge.

She wavered as she balanced on the edge of the roof. He desperately tried to pick her up, reached for her, trying to fight his way to the human yelling 'daddy' at the top of her small lungs as she lost her balance and disappeared over the edge, falling of off the building. He couldn't move, couldn't run - he tried, frantically, as his heart felt as if it shattered into a million small pieces.

He woke up with a scream getting painfully caught in his throat and he gripped the sheets, fisted them in his hands, panting and panicking, screaming after his daughter as the nightmare clung to his brain, forcing him to relieve the moment over and over again. 'Amanda.' She wobbled and fell. He wanted to call out to her, drift off once again, hoping to be able to save the child that had been his. Theirs.

Damon sat up, breathing heavily, small droplets of salty sweat and tears staining his face and shirt as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. His throat felt sore, almost as if he'd been yelling throughout the entire night. He leaned back against the headboard and tried to calm his breathing. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, causing him to almost tear up once again.

His brain had managed to create an entire world of relationships and things he didn't even know he'd wanted when going to bed a couple of hours earlier. How was it possible? He closed his eyes and pulled a hand through his messy hair.

He froze when someone nudged his shoulder with eerie familiarity and he met a pair of eyes he recognized all too well.

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