Katherine Pierce does not know American Sign Language. That is not to say that she cannot communicate to Damon using her hands. In fact, she communicates with her hands really, really well. Damon moans as loud as he pleases. This is how you enjoy a deft handjob when there are no hurt doe eyes to scrutinize you. One secret, selfish day, not two. After he comes, he feels Kat's hands slither up his chest and around his neck. She studies him with something indecipherable. Huh. Funny. He expected to see a "this is just a one-night stand" mischievousness. Her kiss feels indecipherable too.
Elena sweats all the way to the Salvatore boarding house. Hand wraps. That's it. She "forgot" her hand wraps at the Salvatore boarding house and she "needs" them at 11 pm. For an impromptu training session. To work out some residual aggression. Over you, you stupid ass! Elena goes over the details of her story one last time as she raps on the front door. She waits impatiently for three minutes. No answer. Stay calm, there could be a million reasons for the nonanswer. Kat and Damon could be playing a heated game of Scrabble. Yeah, a heated game of Scrabble the naked body parts. She raps again and again and waits impatiently for another five minutes. She finally fishes out her spare key and lets herself in.
Stefan takes off his headphones and furrows his eyebrows in confusion when he notices Elena walking through the front door. He warns her that Damon is "busy" upstairs. She either completely misunderstands his use of "busy" or understands it perfectly and pushes past him to ascend the stairs. She wraps her hand around the door handle to Damon's room and gives it an experimental twist. Locked. She inserts her spare key and takes a deep, deep breath.
Kat arches back and places her palms on Damon's bed to brace herself. Damon is setting a brutal pace beneath her, even while handcuffed to his bedposts. She arches forwards to stimulate herself against his pelvic bone, and they both groan with the change of position. This is by far the best sex she has ever had. By very far. Kat is in the midst of joining the Gods again when she hears a "Stop!" scream from behind her. She ignores it until she has returned to earth. She then twists around to face the rude intruder. Elena Gilbert. Kat unsaddles herself and saunters towards Elena without propriety. Kat whispers into Elena's ear about how "spectacular" Damon is on her way into Damon's shower.
Damon, still blindfolded and cuffed, calls out to remind of his current predicament. Elena has never actually witnessed Damon have sex before. She spent her entire trip to the Salvatore boarding house dreading this very moment. Oddly though, now that the moment has passed, the dread is gone (though cyanide is still needed for her eyes). Instead, frenzied motivation takes its place. She wishes she had done this earlier, before dinner and her three years worth of doubt knee jerked its way back to the forefront and her eyes beheld Kat riding Damon. They have wasted entirely too much time. Years to be exact. But not another second. Even if Damon had not fought for their love, Elena would now. Last night changed everything. His love is real. She knows it, she feels it, and she cannot live without it knowing it exists. When it's real, you can't walk away. Elena unties his blindfold, but leaves him cuffed. Before he can react, she clutches his face between her hands, bores deep into his ocean eyes, and asserts a heartfelt "I love you!" She uncuffs him and waits with hope.
Damon's mind is whirling in psychosis. What the fuck does "I love you!" even mean? I love you like a friend? Brother? That must be it. How could she still love me? What about Elijah? Their apparently poorly executed awesome idea? Her love was not supposed to be an option. It was the only way for him to move forward. Last night must have done him in.
Elena senses Damon's bewildered anger and places his hands over her heart. "I'm in love with you." He splays his fingers over the fabric of her shirt. He curls his fingers in and imagines, for a moment, allowing this heart to belong to him. Truly. Madly. Deeply. A little raven-haired boy. A little doe-eyed girl. He wants this pretend moment to last forever. But sadly, he is also the one to take a knife and cut it short.
Damon knows he loves Elena. He knows he will never love anyone more. But being with her, properly, in a romantic relationship, scares the fuck out of him. And he knows exactly why it scares the fuck out of him. One word. The word he could not say before, even in the sanctity of his own mind. The word he says out loud now, to Elena's shock and dismay. PITY. Actually, he makes up a new word. PITY-BOND. As in, Elena, you only think you love me because of the PITY-BOND. As in, Elena, if anything, you are PITY-BONDED to me. Also, by the way, I treated you like prize money three years ago and delivered you to Elijah's doorstep. Elena flips her humanity switch with the last revelation. She cocks back and Superman punches his face. OH, that will leave a mark.
Damon clasps at the site of impact and laughs out loud, at everything. Comedians say that all the tragedies of life have comedic elements to them. Damon, for whatever reason, is focusing on the comedy. He taught her that punch! Of course, like teacher like student; her technique is flawless. He fucking got what he wanted. He has lost her forever. Good, think about the comedy. That way, this all will not hurt SO. FUCKING. BAD. Elena has fled by the time Kat rushes to his side.
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