A/N This is mixed story S/E and D/E fantasy. I'm mainly a canon lover but wanted to include D/E because of the UST between them. Obviously it's rated M and you should know that this chapter lives up to that rating. Also, leave me love and tell me how I'm doing. Should I keep this story going?
2nd note the italics in this chapter are Damon having his fantasy.
"What are you babbling about?" Damon asked sarcastically, even though his curiosity getting the better of him.
"I want him back, you want her, and we are who we are…" She trailed off.
He sighed. "Katherine. If you're saying what I think you're saying then I'm positive you've lost you're mind. We still have Klaus to deal with and all that other bullshit. I don't want to listen to you and you're insane, manipulative, and just plain psychotic plans."
He began to walk away, before she called out his name. He turned around. "What?" He asked, growing annoyed at the vampire in front of him.
Her brown eyes were sad looking, and he could tell she was pouting. He scoffed. "Don't tell me you're pouting again to try and get me to do what you want?"
Her eyes were still sad and so was her voice as she said, "No, Damon. I just want to finally have the man I love, back after all these years of being apart. And I know you want Elena and you know you'll never get her as long as Stefan's in the picture," She paused for a moment, "Just think about it. Come see me tomorrow and tell me your answer." She looked to her left at the small rabbit in disdain, "And if you could, bring something a little more appetizing? Maybe one of those blood bank baggies that I know you have and a change of clothes too." She smiled sweetly trying to appease him with her continued statement.
"We will get past all of this, I know that between Isobel & John. You and Stefan. We will find a way to deal with Klaus, get me out of this tomb, protect Elena and then maybe who knows…." she lets the thought trail off.
He grimaced and looked back over his shoulder at her before vanishing around the corner and climbing the stairs out of the tomb. She was just being nice to get him to do what she wanted. He felt sick to his stomach as he realized it was working. Somewhere in the back of his mind he still cared for her, but why? After everything she did to him, why did he feel the need to want to please her?
Walking back into the house he grabs a blood bag and pours himself a drink. Thinking about what Katherine wanted and what he wanted too. Grabbing his drink and heading towards he's room, he slows down as he gets closer to Stefan's room, then he hears it. The sound of his brother and the girl he loves (the girl he loves too) making love. It sounded so loving, the words they whispered to each other, so reverent. If only it was him…He closes his eyes and imagines what he it would be to finally be able to make love to her, no, he wouldn't make love to her, it would be way hotter than that, it would so intense...
Slowly he walks towards her, he stares at her as she stares back both their eyes saying that this would be the night, that all the feelings that they had been ignoring would be explored. and then her slowly her eyes move to stare at his lips as he slowly lowers his head to capture her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth and capturing hers and bringing it back into his mouth. The sexiness of their kiss was quickly escalating into full blown mating dance, as his hands cup her breast, reaching to tear open her top and he lowers his mouth to her throat, trailing his tongue all the way to the top of her bra. Wait. This was his fantasy, she could totally be naked under her dress, yes dress. As he pulled up her hem and lowered his zipper almost simultaneously. He needed to be inside her now!
Realizing he was standing outside their bedroom, in the midst of this mental fuck, he quickly rounded the corner, and made for his room. Yes, he definitely needed a shower, a cold shower. But why? Why not indulge himself. It wasn't something he normal would do, he could get laid anytime he wanted really, with or without compulsion. But this could be something that he could do with all his feelings for Elena. Stripping off his clothes and letting them fall to the floor as he makes his way to his bed. He quickly remembers where he left off on his fantasy.
Pushing her against the wall as he pushes himself inside of her, wrapping her legs around him and taking her roughly. He hadn't even made sure she was ready. But feeling her now, clinching with each stroke, he knew she wanted him as badly as he needed her. God, this felt amazing, he was not being a gentle lover, this was primal, fuck the girl until she can't walk, need. Closing his hand around himself, it made for a cheap substitute for what he was sure was the most exquisite pussy he would ever encounter, with each stroke of his fist bringing him closer to completion. His hands are on her ass, bringing them closer to the edge with every thrust of his hips,The sounds that are coming out of her mouth urged him on, 'Please Damon, more, more!' Her hands in his hair, tugging, pulling his lips back to hers and driving him crazy with deep tongue kisses that matched each thrust of his length into her. Knowing he won't last too much longer, feeling the tightening of her body around him,"Elena!" he cries out her name as her inner walls milk him. 'DAMON!' She cries, their voices mingling together, their release overpowering them both.. "Elena!" He cries out, As he lets himself go, shooting his release onto his hands and belly.
"God," he thought as he tries to catch his breath, that was the most intense self love that he could remember, laying back against his pillows, he starts to feel relaxed for the first time in days. Then, he hears it, his door opening, he grabs for the sheet to cover himself just as Stefan walks into his bedroom.