OBVIOUSLY: I do not own "the Vampire Diaries," or any of the characters, much to my dismay. You know the show would not meet the TV-14 rating if I did ("Can you imagine such a world?" I add, fanning myself).
The response to this story has really been motivating. I appreciate the support so much. I'm so glad that everyone seems to like what I've done so far, and I know you've been patiently waiting for the steamy. And, loyal readers, the time for the steamy has come (cue applause). This chapter is a lot longer than the first two. And if you'll recall, this is my first story on the site, so this very chapter that you are about to read will be my first published attempt at lemons. I can't promise you it will be the best you've read, but I really did try. I also want to thank Angel's blue eyed girl, author of Aftershocks and Fool For Love, for some FANTASTICALLY hot inspiration. Jenna, you are my FF idol, as it were--I love your work. I was also recently inspired by re-watching "Bloodlines," and the D/E chemistry practically flowed out of the screen and set my whole dorm on fire. Has anyone realized that I tend to ramble in A/Ns?
Without further ado, let's get this party started.
"Human…" the word was beautiful on Damon's lips. She closed her eyes and let it echo in her ears. A smile came to her. Elena knew, at last, how Damon truly felt about her, and it was more wonderful than she could have imagined.
He had taken both of her hands in his by then, and he silently treasured the feeling of her soft skin against his. His thumbs traveled across the backs of her hands, her knuckles, her fingers, savoring every touch as he awaited a response. When he saw her eyes open, he was entranced. She looked so happy as she was leaning toward him. His pulse raced with anticipation. He moistened his red lips, his eyes locked on hers. Elena was just inches from him, and Damon felt a warmth that had been sleeping inside him for a hundred years awaken.
As if on some sort of sick cue, they both felt the vibration of her cell phone against the couch. Elena's head dropped. She reluctantly peered at the screen to see that she had a new text message. "It's from Stefan," she said hesitantly, afraid to look up at him. She heaved a woeful sigh and opened the message. She read it aloud. "'At the hospital. Bonnie's shaken up. Think I should stay. You alright to stay there tonight?'"
She was already replying to Stefan when Damon spoke. "You can go. I'll be fine."
Elena looked up into his eyes. "Damon," she said softly, "I'm not going anywhere." She sent the text and tossed her phone onto the chair where she and Stefan had sat earlier.
Damon crooked a hopeful smile. "What did you say to Stefan?"
She stared at him longingly. "I told him I'll be fine," she said slowly, "…and that you need me." She paused. "Was I right?"
A smile appeared across his lips. "You have no idea," he said in a confident, familiar voice that sent a thrilling shiver through Elena's body.
Elena moved toward him with purpose and pushed him backward forcefully. He let out a soft moan at the long awaited feeling of her body pressed against his. She lay on top of him and brought her mouth down to his. Everything slowed down for a moment as they reveled in the feeling they had both spent so long silently pining for. She drew her lips back for a moment. She waited for his eyes to open and locked his gaze as she confessed to him, just as he had. "I need you too, Damon."
He pulled her against him and groaned at the thought that it was finally a reality—Elena, willingly in his arms. No compelling, no vampire-strength force, not even a phony line—she was his in this moment, by her own choice. The feeling was incredible. She was his. His mind struggled to comprehend the sensation of all of her pressing against all of him.
Then Elena sat up. She flipped her hair over one shoulder and her fingers made their way to the back of her neck, fumbling with the clasp of her necklace. Damon watched in awe as she unfastened the chain and dropped it, the cold, vervain-filled charm falling to the floor. She smiled and lowered herself onto him again.
Her soft, warm cheek brushed against his as she moved her lips to his ear. "Now it's real," she whispered and began nibbling on his earlobe. He gasped silently at the sensation of her warm breath, and then her teeth, on his ear. Her mouth moved down, trailing soft but urgent kisses down his neck. He inhaled deeply, and was overwhelmed by her scent—her hair, her skin, her blood. Her soft, moist kisses grew more intense. She had him breathing deeper and deeper and he never wanted this feeling to end. He never wanted this feeling to end. He never wanted this feeling to end. The thought echoed in his mind.
Suddenly, he realized the gravity of the situation. "Wait," he managed to eke out between fervent kisses, but Elena was relentless. He almost second-guessed himself, but then he figured he'd come this far. He'd already put everything on the line to make this honest. He couldn't stop now. "Wait!" he said more forcefully and pushed her off of him. He stood up and anxiously paced back and forth.
Elena sat there on the couch, feeling rejected. "…Why?" she asked him, her brow furrowed in a combination of disappointment, confusion, and slight humiliation.
Damon looked at her and saw how hurt she was. "It isn't you," he insisted. "I don't know if I can do it."
Elena stared at him with disbelief. The suggestion was laughable. "What? Of course you can!"
He stood by the fireplace. "No, that's not what I mean… I just," he paused, "I don't think I can just do this once." He put his arm on the mantle and leaned against it.
Elena frowned. She hadn't really thought about what might happen after this. She got up from the couch and walked over to him. "Damon," she stood behind him and put her arms around his waist, letting her head rest on his shoulder blade as she thought seriously about the situation.
His head fell forward in regret. She had been his, and he'd let her slip through his fingers. At the same time, he couldn't bring himself to truly regret stopping it. He wanted this to be real. He turned to face her. They stood there, in front of the fireplace, her arms still around his waist.
Elena's mind was racing. She would never be able to make a decision, she thought. She pitted the brothers against one another in her mind over and over again and was still left with a fickle uncertainty, until she realized the most important thing.
"Damon," she repeated, and took his face in her hands. "I said it before; I need you." It was true, and once she had said it, it all became infinitely clear. He brought out the humanity in her just as she had awakened it in him. He filled her with a feeling of independence despite her aching need for him. She worked volumes of words over in her mind before finally forming the perfect expression. "When we're together, I get the sensation of really, truly living." She saw his eyes smile, telling her that he knew exactly what she meant. "I want to be with you."
The words warmed his whole body. He felt his natural confidence returning rapidly, and was overwhelmed with the urge to throw her down and take her right there. But of course, there was plenty of time to be spent making love ahead, and he planned to take full advantage of it. He also needed to ask her one more thing to be sure that she had really made her choice. "And what about Stefan?"
Her expression didn't break—she glanced at him hungrily. "I care about Stefan… but, Damon… I don't need him."
A cocky grin crawled across his mouth and he raised his eyebrows as she'd seen him do a thousand times before. He moved in so that their lips were just touching. "I'm going to make this last," he whispered against her barely open mouth. He kissed her lightly, pulling her against him by her hips so that his thigh was nestled between hers. The sudden contact coaxed a tiny moan from her. But that was all it took.
Upon hearing that moan, every part of Damon reacted. Elena felt him instantly harden against her leg, and when she looked up at him, she noticed his head tilted back, eyes closed as he inhaled deeply. Then all at once, he'd swept her off her feet and just as she realized how quickly they were moving, they were in Damon's room. He switched the light on—he didn't want to miss a moment of this—before he pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on top of her. As he drove his tongue into her mouth, one of his hands moved under her shirt to feel her bare, smooth stomach.
Elena pushed him up to unbutton his black collared shirt. She ran her hands across his bare, sculpted chest as he sat up, straddling her. He pulled the shirt from his body and threw it to the floor, then leaned back down to kiss her again and she dug her fingernails into his back. He began thrusting himself against her, his clothed erection pushing over and over against her groin. He was trying so hard to pace himself but it felt as though he couldn't have her fast enough. He spoke between thrusts, breathlessly. "Elena… you have no… no idea… how… long… how long I've… waited… for this…"
She moaned, and he pulled her up, tearing off her long-sleeved shirt. He kissed her down her neck to her collarbone as he reached around to the clasp of her bra and unhooked it deftly. He cast the garment aside and sat back for a moment, mesmerized by her naked breasts, as she lay back on the bed again. "You're so beautiful," he told her sincerely, in the midst of his eager, lustful onslaught. He took one of her breasts into his mouth with haste and traced around her nipple with his tongue while he massaged the other with his hand.
He began a trail of kisses from the skin between her breasts down to her belly button, and then dragged his tongue from her navel to the top of her very low-rise jeans. She threw her head back and her eyes were shut in rapture. He wasn't surprised. After all, he'd had well over a hundred years of practice… but this time, it really mattered. He wanted to give her all he had.
His fingers made their way to the top of her jeans and traced along her skin, moving slightly underneath the denim behind the button.
"Please," Elena moaned, making his hard-on throb inside his jeans. He undid the button and slid the zipper down, and she lifted up her hips so that he could pull them down, which he did—slowly. She licked her lips as she felt her jeans come down her thighs, past her knees, over her feet, until finally they fell to the floor. Damon took in the sight of her nearly naked body, only covered by a little pair of pastel pink panties. He knelt down before her and stared up to catch her eye. She looked down at him between her thighs and breathed heavily, and he couldn't help but smirk.
His stare moved down again, and he looked at the thin, pink cotton to see that it was already wet with her desire. He moved his face closer, and she groaned when she felt his cheek against her thigh. He brushed his lips across her panties and sighed, and the tingling sensation of his breathy touch on her soaking mound forced a barely-muffled cry from her lips. "Damon…" One of her hands found its way to the back of his head and her fingers twisted into his hair, while the other searched for something to brace herself.
Damon took a moment to keep his composure, but she smelled amazing, and he needed to taste her. He pulled her underwear down and she gasped as she became fully exposed to him—there was something wildly fulfilling about giving her naked body to Damon. He nestled his head between her thighs and reveled in the sight before him. He lifted a finger and stroked between her wet folds. Elena whimpered.
His head was swimming as he tried to comprehend that this was reality—she was truly laid out before him, begging him to take her. He let his finger slip away and moved his lips slowly toward her center. She heaved desperately in anticipation. She felt his breath on her folds and even more wetness seeped from her. She couldn't take it anymore.
She got a firm hold on his hair and thrust him by the back of his head toward her, and still the feeling of his mouth made her shriek with pleasure. Damon closed his eyes and savored her taste. He groaned against her before remembering exactly what he was doing.
"My god," he told her, "you taste incredible." He spread her legs with his hands and assaulted her cunt with his tongue. He let it wiggle around her soft opening, and then he brought his teeth down gently on her clit.
Trying to gain enough composure to speak, she managed to respond, "You… you feel… incredi—" she was caught off guard when he drove a finger deep into her. "Oh, fuck!" she cried out. Her crude reaction only turned him on more. He moved his finger in and out of her, slowly at first, and then rapidly. All the while his tongue was lapping away at her throbbing bundle of nerves. "Oh my god…" she whispered breathlessly.
He looked up at her gorgeous little mouth and couldn't stop himself from climbing up to her. When he kissed her with vigorous force, she was surprised by his mouth, still wet with her juices. He pulled away a few inches from her face and licked his lips, moaning a satisfied "Mmm…"
Her recently abandoned opening ached for his touch. "Don't stop," she whimpered. "Please."
He smirked and propped himself up on his elbow, lying beside her. He brought his hand back down to her hot, sweet folds and drove his finger into her again, followed by another. His thumb found her bud and worked it with the expertise of a hundred years' experience. She writhed beneath him, her hips bucking against his hand. He could hardly stand it, watching her react to his every touch. He needed to have her, and as her hand found its way to his bulging erection, still confined to his jeans, he couldn't wait. "Oh god, Elena…" he groaned as she stroked his stiff member. "I have to fuck you," he said without really meaning to—though it was true, nevertheless.
Elena smiled a playful, naughty grin. "Mm-mm," she argued with a shake of her head.
He stared at her, astonished and confused. "Excuse me?" he said suspiciously.
She rolled him over onto his back. "I'm going to fuck you," she said, determined, as she unzipped his jeans and began to pull them down. The thrill of being with Damon, the romance, the teasing… the sensation of truly living… It had taken her over.
He couldn't believe it—Elena taking control, demanding to ride him, unprovoked. He had been so ready to push himself into her that he was almost disappointed, and considered fighting back. But then, Damon felt an incredible sense of arousal in letting the control, as well as his jeans and boxer-briefs, slip away. "Elena…" he murmured as his eyes closed in elated anticipation.
Her eyes widened at the sight of his erect cock—he was big. He looked down at her and smirked at the sight of her hungry stare. Elena gripped his length firmly. Damon threw his head back and shut his eyes as she worked his shaft slowly, bringing her moist mouth down to the head. She took him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down slowly and smoothly. He placed his palm on the back of her head and followed her rhythm. Her tongue swirled around his unrelenting shaft.
He bit his lip, trying to stifle the constant groan escaping him. He glanced down at her and watched as she swallowed him repeatedly. She increased her speed, struggling not to gag on his thick cock, and continued until she heard him heave a desperate sigh.
Elena climbed on top of him and straddled his stomach. She was aching to be filled. She kissed him softly on the lips and smirked at him, backing her groin slowly to his tip. He shivered. "Yes," he hissed greedily. She lifted her hips up and propped up his hungry cock so that the tip was brushing against her folds. She sighed at the feeling, and looked longingly at him. He tried to push up into her.
"Not so fast," she said with a smile.
His starving blue eyes peered up at her. "You have got to be kidding me."
"What is it that you want?" she asked, smiling coyly. The corners of his lips turned up at the challenge, and he tried to push up into her again. "No, Damon," she said condescendingly. "You have to tell me."
He growled at her ravenously. "Fuck me," he told her.
She should have submitted, of course, but she was beginning to enjoy his helplessness. She wanted to test the boundaries. She feigned miscommunication. "I'm sorry… What was it?"
Damon couldn't stand it any longer. "Fuck me!" he demanded with such intensity that became slightly worried his fangs would peek out. The urgency in his order pushed her over the edge. She thrust herself down, driving his cock into her. He held onto her hips and grunted at the sensation of being inside her. "Oh, shit!" he cried, the feeling nearly having sent him into shock. He couldn't even bring himself to push back; he was in utter ecstasy.
Elena moved herself up and down his pole, slowly at first. She wanted so badly to remain in ultimate control—the sight of him, lying there, helpless, was so wildly erotic that she didn't want to reveal any sign of vulnerability. But she still couldn't stifle her whimpering, no matter how badly she wanted to. His length felt incredible as it filled her. "Oh, Damon," she moaned, softly at first, but then her sounds grew louder. "Oh, oh, god!" she nearly shouted.
And that was enough for him to push up into her. He met her thrust for thrust, bucking his hips against her delicate groin. Damon studied her with fascination. Her head was thrown back, her long dark hair framing her neck and shoulders. She rode him harder and faster, her breasts bouncing with every move. He felt the desire for control once again, and as she continued to cry out, he felt the strength necessary to take it. "That's enough," he said with a grin as he pulled her off of him with ease. She was gasping for air as though she'd been so worked up, she'd forgotten to breathe.
His aggressive action took her by surprise, so much so that she struggled to utter a coherent sentence as he stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at her naked form as she rose to kneel before him. "Keep going" she finally managed to eke out.
Not yet, he thought. Her turn was over. He leered at her, heaving lustful breaths. "You want it?" he asked her, eyes rapidly moving up and down her gorgeous body. "You'd better tell me," he ordered hungrily, turning her own game against her.
"I want it, Damon," she moaned, rubbing her hands against her thighs. "I need it…"
He leaned forward and traced his fingers along her hipbones. "Turn around," he demanded, now brushing his fingers past her mound. She bit her bottom lip eagerly as she complied. He looked at her, struggling to stay upright. He placed a hand on her soft, smooth back, just between her shoulder blades, and guided her gently forward. He watched her as she got down on all fours, waiting for him. "You're going to want to hold on to something," he advised her. And he was serious—he wasn't going to hold back.
"Damon," she whimpered as she crawled forward and took hold of the antique headboard. He climbed onto the bed and knelt upright. He was right behind her, and she could feel the heat of his body behind her own.
She couldn't see his mischievous grin. "What is it that you need, Elena?" he asked her seductively as he slowly ran a finger down her spine.
The light touch sent a shiver over her body. She moaned and spread her legs. "You," she whined.
"You're going to have to do better than that, Elena," he teased her. She pouted and was about to whine for him to stop with his games when he pressed the head of his hard shaft against her opening.
She had no objection to begging now. "Oh, god!" she cried, almost helplessly. "Fuck me, Damon!"
Of course, he obliged. He pushed his cock into her once again, and she responded like he'd never heard her before. Her moans had tripled in volume and intensity, only occasionally forming words. The sound of her voice filling the old house only fueled the fire inside him. He pumped himself into her over and over, hands grasping her hips firmly and pulling her to meet each thrust.
She began to shudder, and the feeling of her convulsing around his dick was pushing him over the edge. As the feeling built inside him he struggled to stay standing. He bent forward, his chest pressing to her back, and grabbed the headboard just beside her hand. His other hand wrapped around her, and his middle finger eagerly manipulated her swollen clit.
It was only then that she was able to speak instead of moan again. "Oh, Damon," she wailed. She repeated the name over and over again as her toes curled and she grabbed Damon's hand. Her knuckles were white as she held on, and the feeling was burning inside her.
"Come on, baby," he demanded, thrusting into her forcefully. "Come for me." When it hit her, it was like lightning. Her whole body tightened as she screamed his name a final time. Moments later, Damon grunted, "Fuck… Fuck, Elena… Oh my god…" He gritted his teeth and let his hand fall to the mattress beneath her. He moaned as he pushed into her forcefully, stopping short as he emptied himself into her. "Oh, Elena…" he whispered through panting breaths, fighting the urge to collapse on top of her. They were nearly limp, and both breathing heavily.
He finally pulled himself out of her and her knees gave out beneath her. She let go of the headboard and his hand and lay on the bed, and he lowered himself to lie beside her. It felt as though their bodies were steaming. She turned and nestled herself against him as he shifted to lie on his back, her leg draped over his, her arm across his chest, her face between his shoulder and his neck.
Elena reveled in the feeling as a wave of fatigue took her over. There were a million things she wanted to say, but she knew somehow they all went without saying—at least for right now. She breathed in his scent as she drifted to sleep.
Damon held her in his arm. He turned his head and pressed his lips to her hairline. He could think of plenty of things to say too, but he opted to settle for the one that seemed the most fitting at the moment.
"Goodnight, Elena," he whispered against her forehead as he shut his eyes.
***
Stefan's car pulled into Sheila's driveway. He turned off the engine and walked around to the passenger side to open the door for Bonnie. She rose to her feet, her face tired and tear-stained.
The doctor's words were echoing in her mind. "I'm so sorry," he had said. "There's nothing more we can do for your grandmother." Bonnie's whole body had begun to ache, and she had broken down again in the hospital. Stefan had pulled her into his embrace and calmed her down after a while. Now that they were at the house, the aching had passed, and Bonnie seemed to have become numb. Stefan put his arm around her shoulder involuntarily—it had become a routine motion over the course of the night.
"Come on," he said, as he guided her to the door, holding her close. He had thought about bringing her to the boarding house for a moment when they were leaving the hospital, but he decided against it almost instantly. He didn't really know why, but here they were, and Stefan knew somehow that he'd made the right choice. He watched her as she opened the door and entered the house. He followed and shut the door behind him, locking it.
She glided up the stairs, and he watched her stop midway to turn to him. "Are you coming?" she asked, looking at him with need.
He nodded, and felt guilty for the tiny smile that the invitation brought him. He climbed the stairs slowly until he reached the step below the one she stood on. She reached her hand out to him and he gently took it. She turned and led him up the stairs and through the hallway to her bedroom.
Bonnie didn't let go of his hand, even when she climbed onto her bed. She pulled him down to lie beside her and burrowed into his arms. They lay there in silence for a while until Bonnie finally said, "You always come for me… even when I don't ask you to." She looked up into his eyes. He nodded, a little nervously. Her hand wandered and she laced her fingers with his. She pressed her lips to his cheek. "Thank you," she said.
He swallowed. "I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, Bonnie," he said as he turned toward her.
And then he she kissed him. And he wasn't sure if it was pity, or the heat of the moment, or a simple lapse in judgment… but he kissed her back.
Gasp! Please keep your wonderful reviews coming! They fuel the fire of inspiration, motivation, the Woodstock nation... I think I'm getting carried away.
Hopefully you won't have to wait too long for Chapter 4, but FF is really quite screwy on my computer and it takes lots of finesse to tame it enough to successfully upload a doc. and publish it.
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