Elena startled awake, her heart going a mile a minute as sweat dripped down her neck. She looked around, recognizing Damon's room, remembering that she decided she needed to sleep where she felt safe. She didn't want the conflict with Stefan or the unfamiliarity for a different room. In the background she heard water running and she climbed out of bed. Her feet carried her toward the bathroom and her eyes widened seeing Damon's clothes on the floor. After a moment's hesitation, she silently slipped out of her clothes and locked the bathroom door. Not her stomach was doing hurdles as she slipped by the curtain, smiling at a very wet and very naked backside of Damon Salvatore.
Damon turned and froze when he realized who and where she was. "Elena," she said, licking his lip. "What in the world are you doing?"
She bit her lip and moved closer to him under the spray. "We really don't need words for this," she said, running her hands up his smooth chest. She honestly didn't have a clue as to what she was doing; she was just running on instinct and the many romance novels she had read. She knew Damon had feelings for her, and she couldn't hide hers any longer.
"Elena," he said, shaking his head and grabbing her hands. "This isn't going to be some fling. I'm not going to let you go once we do this."
If Damon had whispered those words to her a few days ago, she would have smacked him, but not today. She had lost too much in one night to start worrying. Tonight she was just going to give in. "That's okay," she whispered. "I don't want to be let go." And she was surprised at how much she meant those words.
That seemed to be answer enough for him as he lowered his lips to hers, strong arms banding around her small waist. His tongue delved deep into the contours of her mouth, tasting her, the real her. After a minute, he pulled back so she could catch her breath. "Let's move this somewhere more comfortable," he said, his fingers grazing her cheek softly. He turned the water off and wrapped a towel down his lean hips before draping one around her shoulders. "Cold?" he asked.
"A little," she admitted, closing the towel over her body. The reality of what she had just done was slowly setting in, much like the faint shade of pink that was gracing her skin. She felt like she had made a fool of herself, in front of Damon.
Damon took her hand gently and led her to his room, where she gratefully took the dry shirt from him. Once he had his pants on, he headed back to the bathroom to hang up the towels and when he came back, Elena had changed into his button down shirt that was still big on her covering her to the middle of her thighs.
"We should talk," she said, shifting shyly next to his bed. She still felt underdressed, and like she should cover up more, but Damon was being a perfect gentleman, not making her feel any more uncomfortable then she already was.
"Sure," he said, sitting on the edge of his bed, raising an eye brow at how easily she sat next to him.
"Didn't mean to jump you like that," she said softly, staring at the smoothness of her legs. It still was so unlike her to just jump in the shower with people. She didn't do things this… abstract. "Probably not the way you were picturing it."
"No, it's definitely not," he agreed. "But Elena… I meant what I said."
"So did I," she said, lifting her head to meet his eyes. "I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend that everything is okay. Pretend that I'm happy and I'm not. I just…" Her life was falling apart. Her family was in shambles and she didn't feel like anyone cared about what she was going through. "And you've been here through all of this crap, and even if you were an ass to everyone else, you still looked after me. We've been… we've gotten so close these last few months and all Stefan does is try to ruin our friendship rather than worry about me me." Damon's attention was already always on her, making sure her needs were taken care of. "Can't we just try? Don't you want to try?"
Damon's body sagged as he kissed her temple and she easily snuggled up against him. "You're going to be the death of me Elena," he said smiling against her hair. "You have the worse timing with these things."
"Yeah, but I'll make it up to you," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his neck. What happened after that, she couldn't name. Something shivered through her as her teeth gently nipped at the flesh under his ear. Her hand came up to wrap around the back of his neck as she continued to taste him.
"Elena," he groaned, hugging her to him. "You're moving into very dangerous territory."
"And?" she asked, coyly. "I don't see any problems." She titled his face towards her so she could press her lips against his as she slowly leaned back, pulling his willing body with her. She loved to feel the weight of him pressed against her, setting every inch of her on fire.
Damon ran a hand down her waist as he allowed himself to melt into her embrace. His hand ran up her bare leg, pausing on the outside of her thigh, growling softly when her hands tugged against his hair. Slowly, he pulled her up off the bed, bringing them both to their feet, his hand moving beneath his shirt that covered her body from his view.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she tilted her head, allowing his lips access to her neck and shoulders, as his fingers undid the buttons down the front of the shirt. She shivered as cold air moved over her heated flesh, and she hung on to him tightly, her fingers latching onto his back. "Damon," she whispered, pressing her body against his.
"God, you're beautiful," he said, backing her against his bedroom wall. "There is no comparison, sweetheart."
She smiled a little, not realizing the weight she'd been holding, hoping that he knew who she was and that she wasn't Katherine. But he knew exactly who she was. Her hand moved down his sides, pushing at the waistband of his pants. With just a shift from him they slid down and he easily kicked them to the side before he scooped her up in his arms. She met his lips in a gentle kiss as he slid them under the covers to his bed. Her head relaxed against the pillows as his lips moved lower. She stroked his upper arms as he kissed the swell of her breast. Her breath caught in her throat as his teeth closed over a very sensitive nipple. She inhaled sharply as her hands wrapped around his head. He went slow, not demanding anything from her, allowing to get used to what he was doing as he switched to her other breast.
Elena's legs shifted against his as his name slipped off her lips in a whisper. She tugged him closer to her and tried to push him away from the intense pleasure, and she couldn't get her brain to focus on one. It didn't help when his lips found their way to her belly button, placing a kiss right above it. "Damon," she whispered, definitely pulling him up away from where he was headed.
"What's wrong?" he asked, moving his body next to hers as he ran a hand through her hair.
"Nothing," she said, her face turning a deep shade of red. "I just… don't want you doing…"
He placed a finger over her lips and kissed her temple. "No worries," he said, titling her lips up to his.
Kissing she could do, she knew how to kiss boys. Her hands framed his face, stroking his cheek bones as his hands roamed over her body. His thumbs moved over her nipples causing her to whimper as his hands ran over the smoothness of her leg. She relaxed under him, a small smile appearing on her lips and only when the soft tips of his fingers moved to her inner thigh, did her hold tighten on his arms.
"You can trust me Elena," he said, softly, leaning his forehead against hers as his hands slowly coaxed her legs apart. Her nervousness was written all over her face and he knew he had to move slowly. Her body was relaxing more and more against he allowed a long finger to gently pierce her moist folds.
Elena gasped and arched toward him as she moved her hips against his hand. "Oh god," she whimpered.
She was more than ready for him, but she didn't know that and he didn't want to push her too much too fast. He knew that she had slept with Stefan at least once, but clearly it wasn't anything spectacular. He nibbled on her beck as he pinched her little bundle of nerves, causing her nails to dig into his shoulders and he used that has his cue to move back over her, fitting his hips between her knees.
Elena swallowed and lifted her legs around him, giving him some encouragement that she wasn't ready to run for the hills. He stroked her upper arms soothingly as he pressed his lips against hers, before moving his hips forward.
A gasp escaped her lips and he paused but when she lifted her hips again, he slowly pushed himself all the way in. "You okay?" he asked, resting his weight on his arms next to her head.
She nodded and gave him a smile as she stroked his cheek. "I'm fine," she said, pulling her knees up a little.
Damon slid an arm beneath her lower buck, tugging her more to him, his eyes nearly crossing inside his skull. "God Elena," he said, allowing his pace to pick up some. "You really have no idea how perfect you are."
Pressure was quickly building deep inside her stomach and she could feel his flesh give way beneath her finger nails on his shoulders. She whimpered his name as white hot pleasure crashed over her body, blocking out her vision with different colored stars.
Damon allowed himself one more powerful thrust against her before his arms gave out from pleasure. Easily, he rolled him over, smiling down at Elena who looked pleasantly spent against him. A large smile appeared on her face as she slid an arm over his waist. "That was amazing," she cooed, trying to move her bare leg over his. All her limbs felt like jell-o and she couldn't move even if she wanted to.
"That it was, Sweetheart," he said, running his fingers through her long locks. "Best ever." He kissed the top of her hair, hugging her tightly before he sighed. "Not to ruin the moment, but we do have to talk. I need… I need you to stay away from the boarding house for a few days so I can try to help your brother."
She moved her head so she could see his eyes. "Will I see you at all?" she asked, unable to stop the slight pout from forming on her lips.
"It's possible," he said, his thumb rubbing her lower lip. "We'll see how things go. I don't want to be away from you either, believe me, but this is going to be a very delicate process. I still have to get rid of Stefan. He certainly won't be helping the process much." He smiled a little and kissed her forehead. "I'll take care of everything, I promise. Right now, you should try to sleep."
"Sleep is good," she said, snuggling deeper into his embrace. She had wondered for a long time what it would be like to fall asleep in Damon's arms, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality of it. How safe and loved she felt as he stroked her hair as she drifted off into the darkness.
