Title: One More Night
Summary: Elena isn't as frightened as she should be when she finds out that vampires really exist. If anything, she is curious and… dare she even say it, a little excited. Then there is Damon.
Rating: M, eventually
Disclaimer: I don't, in any way, profit from this story. All creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s) – no copyright infringement is intended.
"I showed her things that your pretty little mind can't even begin to conceive of. I did things to her that you wouldn't even know the name of. We drank each other's blood until we were so drunk on each other we couldn't see straight and just when I thought we were done she begged me to do it all over again."
Elena gulped. She had nothing to say about that but it had given her plenty to think about.
He laughed then, loudly and his grin practically split his face in half. It was one of the most beautiful things Elena had ever seen and she hadn't been prepared for it. This man, this vampire was making her feel all kinds of weird and she had no idea what to do about it.
For this first time in months, rainbows and vanilla were the furthest thing from her mind.
It was Sunday, two nights since her drunken encounter with Damon at the Grill and Elena knew she was in big trouble. Those words that he had said to her, those things that he said he had done kept rattling around her skull. Just like he knew they would.
She hadn't seen him since he had blurred out of the Grill, leaving her in a disoriented heap on the floor. When she'd managed to find her way back out to Caroline, she'd feigned too much alcohol and demanded that they go home. She hadn't dared confide in her friend what she had seen and what Damon had said to her. Instead, she opted for a much earlier night than she had planned, trying to sleep off the effects of her Damon encounter.
Now she was sat on Stefan's bed, waiting for him to return from his hunt and she was restless. She knew Damon was somewhere in the house, his leather jacket had been slung without thought across the living room couch and his favourite bottle of bourbon was missing from the drinks tray along with 'his glass'.
Stefan's clock read 8:58pm. She had been here for almost half an hour and Stefan was late. If she thought he was going to leave her waiting around, she wouldn't have risked coming to the Boarding House knowing she'd be potentially left alone with the man who had been plaguing her thoughts for forty eight hours straight. For no other reason than the fact that he was clearly a monster in more than one sense of the word. Yeah, right.
She shook her head and stood up, smoothing the bed sheets before she exited the room.
Damon was having the time of his life. Or so he kept telling himself. In front of him was the hottest Alpha Delta Zappa Beta something or other and she was performing the sexiest little strip tease he had seen in decades. His favourite Bourbon was warming his throat and the visual was tenting his jeans but it was the sound of Elena's heartbeat and nervous breaths that sent a shiver up his spine that he hadn't experienced since he'd first fallen for Katherine. Just knowing she was close had his skin feeling too tight and his lungs burning with the need to go to her.
Ever since their encounter in the Grill bathroom he had been as excited as a teenage boy, a novelty for someone who had enjoyed years of self-control.
He'd smelt her arousal when he'd said those words to her, knew that the words he had spoken were the articulation of her darkest desires and deepest fantasies. She was a revelation to him - the fact that she meant it when she was said she wasn't afraid of him.
The Zappa Beta chick made it down to her panties as the chorus of Rihanna's S&M kicked in. He felt his fangs push against his gums at the thought of sinking his teeth into her femoral artery. Blocking all thoughts of Elena from his mind, he closed down his senses until he could hear nothing but the sound of the Delta Zappa's blood pumping through her veins. He knew that all this was a distraction, that when the fog of blood lust had risen, the dull ache in his chest would come back full force. Until then, he'd just have to settle for taking the edge off.
What possessed her to walk beyond the top of the staircase and into the darkness of the East wing of the Boarding House, she didn't want to dwell on. Curiosity, perhaps. Naiveté, definitely. Need, absolutely. Her conscience was scrambling for an alternative such as, to pass on a message or to see where the loud music was coming from. But the tremble in her hands as she rested her palm against the cool mahogany frame of Damon's bedroom door told her everything she needed to know. She wanted to see him, she simply had to. Even if it was just to yell at him for leaving her the way that he did and for saying the things that he had said.
Taking a deep breath, she tentatively pushed open the door.
Nothing could have prepared her for the scene that burned instantly onto her brain in that moment. The milky flesh of Damon's flexing back and corded thighs as he pinned a clearly excited blonde girl to the wall as he pounded relentlessly into her.
She could hear it then, beneath the pounding bass and explicit lyrics, the guttural groans that were escaping him as he neared his release. His head was tipped forward, resting on the shoulder of the blonde as she dug her fingers into his scalp, whispered dirty words into his ears and threw her left leg around his hip.
Elena couldn't contain a gasp when she saw him turn his head, slowly and deliberately so that his glacial eyes could meet hers. His hips sped up and his brow furrowed, his eyes fixing her to the spot. It was like they were suspended in time, connected by a look and yet being drawn into a current of desire that neither of them knew how they could escape. A moan escaped her lips when she saw him snarl as the ice darkened to black and he bared his fangs, yelling out as he came.
His yell startled her into action, her brain and feet kicking into autopilot as she fled along the corridor and almost tripped down the staircase as she took them two at a time.
She was struggling to breathe as she flung open the door of the Boarding House only to collide with Stefan on the porch.
"Elena? What happened?"
She swallowed hard as she fought to regain control of herself under his scrutiny. His face was full of concern and his hands were running reassuringly up and down her forearms as she shook under his touch.
"Nothing, you just scared me." She attempted a wry smile and an eye-roll but his knitted brow told her he only half believed her.
"Sorry I'm late. I lost track of time."
"It's ok – you're here now." She smiled and leaned into his embrace, nuzzling into his shoulder.
"How about I order you a take-out pizza to make up for it?" He squeezed her playfully.
Stepping back she nodded and summoned up the brightest smile she could. "Sounds good."
Taking her hand, he led back inside but all she could hear echoing in her ear was Damon's yell – "Elena".
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