Here's alil smut.
The chapter before this had a line from Buffy the vampire slayer. If you know, points to you.
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Elena groaned as the rain pelted her bag. They were wetting her back as she waited for Damon to pull over.
She never been to his house before and was expecting something of nothing, not poor but an apartment.
He explained to her that he lived in an 'apartment' with his dad, but his dad left somewhere, leaving him alone in the house by himself.
Elena yelled at him a little bit, for bringing over trashy hoes and he suggested that maybe she was jealous.
Maybe.
Who knew at this point.
She felt for Damon more than she should have.
She liked being near him more than she should have.
She wanted him to be inside her more than she...
Whoa...
Elena hushed her thoughts and almost jumped off the bike as Damon stopped into the driveway. He kicked the stand down and got off the bike as slowly as a turtle.
She bolted off that damn bike like a rabbit, running under his doorway as she waited for him.
He came up to her quick, laughing up at storm.
She rolled her eyes and shivered as he dug for his keys to unlock the door.
He found the keys and slid it into the keyhole, turning the key to unlock the door.
He pulled the key out and turned the knob slowly, and opened the door.
She bolted inside as if she were on fire.
Damon laughed again and stepped inside before closing the door behind him. He switched on the light in the hallway and stared at Elena.
The rain had wetted her hair and it was kinky and laid crazy all over her head. She was wearing a light green shirt and a pencil skirt.
The rain had stained the shirt and made it see through as they stood there.
Damon's eyes slowly widen as he looked at her harden tips through the bra.
Elena watched as Damon as he stepped closer and closer to her. Water dripping off his hair ends as he came closer to her.
His arms reached out by her head and she was trapped.
"Damon?"
Damon grinned and leaned forward, smashing his lips to hers.
She accepted it without even fighting and dropped her purse from her hands to wrap around his neck.
He ground into her as she slipped tongue into his mouth, he gave his back to her and they moaned as his hand ran up and down her side to cup her breast as his thumb ran lightly over her nipple.
Elena bit his tongue, almost, at how both his hands were cupping both her breast. She arched into the caress, rubbing her thigh up and down his leg.
Damon slid one of his hands down and was rising her skirt up, his fingers lightly touching her skin as he revealed creamy thighs. He slid a finger under her skirt to feel for her panties...
when...
his cell chirped and cheeped.
Damon shook his head and then stepped back. He slapped his palm against his head and then mumbled something that Elena couldn't hear.
Her lips were throbbing with wanting to be kissed again.
"Ignore it." She stated, grabbing him by his shirt as she tried to pull him closer to her but he did move.
She stopped and dropped her hands.
"Sorry, Elena, just I can't. I want too. Trust me I really do. But your my teacher and my friend. I got distracted..." He shook his head and then picked up her purse.
It was surprisingly somewhat dry.
He placed it onto his counter and showed her around the house.
He showed her his black kitchen, it was literally all black.
She pushed down her skirt and ran her hands over her lips as she followed Damon around.
His phone chirped and cheeped as he showed around the house.
His phone kept chirping and cheeping as he showed her the two restrooms and his room door, inside of his guest room, and his father's bedroom door.
He said he would have showed her inside but his father had it locked.
Bastard, she heard Damon mumbled. She laughed and he showed her where the towels were placed so he could dress and changed. Maybe give her a big t-shirt of his and some pants.
They parted.
She touched her lips as she walked into the bathroom to remove her wet clothes, spreading it out and placing it on the shower rail to dry. She'd collect it later.
She looked in the mirror and grabbed a comb from off the counter and combed her hair as she stared at herself in the mirror.
She touched the mirror with her hand and whispered.
"I shouldn't have came here."
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Damon quickly took off his wet clothes and dried them out in hangers in his own bathroom.
He left Elena in the guest bathroom.
He calmed his thoughts and his growing erection.
He almost was so close into ripping her skirt off and sliding into her when his phone ringed.
He checked and it was messages from the gang.
Jeremy: I got a date with Bonnie. Seems she like surfer dudes. So close :)
Matt: Caroline seen you and Elena at the diner. What were you guys doing?
Tyler: I fucked Sue Carson today. She was a virgin. I popped her fucking cherry. She can suck dick good :)
Stefan: I got a date with Anna. She's sweet but a little stalker crazy. Tell you more tomorrow.
Damon replied back to them all, telling Jeremy; good luck. He replied back to Matt with an okay and he'd tell him later. He sent a smile to Tyler and asked for details. He sent Stefan a long as message about everything he just did.
Him and Stefan had been friends for years and never could lie to him. He told him about Elena being over at his house and he told him about them almost fucking in his doorway till him and everyone else texted him. And that he would tell Stefan alone.
He placed his phone on vibrate and stood naked in his room as he looked over what he wanted to wear.
He finally remembered Elena and came up with a long shirt that would probably reach her knees and some baggy pants for him.
He dried himself with towel hanging over his computer chair and dried himself off as he thought of Elena.
Wet and waiting.
Good life.
But they weren't together and he didn't want to scare her.
He actually wanted to be her friend.
He'd just probably lie and tell them that he slept with her and her pussy was so fucking hot.
They'd believe him anyway except for Stefan.
He would know the truth.
Damon got into the pants and grab some boxers for Elena to wear.
Just in case if her underwear was wet...
from the rain and not wet for him.
His erection jerked at his thoughts.
He grabbed the clothes for Elena and opened his bedroom door, heading towards the guest bathroom. He tapped on the door and when she opened the door, just a crack, he handed his dark blue boxers and shirt to her.
She saw the clothes and took it without complaint.
She closed the door and scratched his head not sure what to say.
"I'll be in the living room. I'll grab some water if you need any."
He scratched his head again and then bit his lip.
He probably ruined it.
He ruined it...
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Elena drew her nose close into his clothes, breathing in his scent. He smelled like a male. A pure male.
She stood in front of the mirror and breathe in his scent before she shook her head and put them on, sliding into the boxers and shirt. She flared the shirt out as she looked over herself in the mirror.
She looked at her mirror image and pointed.
"He may be two to three years younger than you, but damn it, Elena. Theirs something there. It's not just sex, it's everything. Enjoy yourself. Please." Elena pleaded with her mirror image and hated her next words.
"Be like Katherine, for once."
She smiled lightly before nodding her head to agree and then grabbed the door, cut off the light and wandered down the hallway and stairs. She made a left as Damon had showed her and chuckled to herself as Damon laid on the couch, stretched out in baggy pants. They were black, his hand in his head and he was staring at the TV like a disappointed little kid.
She stepped closer and stepped on the side of the TV as Damon continued to click the buttons on the remote.
"I think it's eight. Let's watch Moonlight now!" She shouted happily as a little kid in a candy store.
"It's not coming on this week. Something about a special presentation. I don't know. I'm looking for Chucky's bride. I think it's still on."
Elena pouted that her show wasn't going on but then felt herself grow wet as she realized that Chucky's bride was a horror movie. A horror movie!
She stepped closer to Damon and sat down as he moved his legs and sat up.
"Is that alright with you, Elena?"
Elena nodded her head and sat down. Getting as comfortable as she could in the couch.
It was soft as her own.
"Where are your clothes? I'll go wash and dry them so you won't have to walk around in my clothes all night."
"In the guest bathroom."
He handed her the remote and got up, going to the guest room to pick up her clothes. Looking at her underwear; it was black and lace.
He pulled himself from his thoughts and ran down towards the hallway closet, pulling back the doors to reveal the washer and dryer. He threw her clothes into the dryer and set the time before closing the doors and running back down stairs to the living room.
Elena was laying on the couch, her legs were the brightest thing he saw in the dark.
He walked towards her and looked at the movie screen.
Chucky was throwing the radio into the tub.
Damon sat down on the lazy boy next to the TV.
Elena laughed and patted her legs. "Come here. This is your house, come lay on my legs."
Damon shrugged his shoulders and then walked over to her.
They both adjust themselves. She was sitting half up and his head was laying on her center.
Their eyes both trained on the screen.
It wasn't long that Elena heard Damon snoring and she carefully and gently removed the hair out of eye, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead.
She sat her eyes trained on the movie, her eyes slipping close ready for sleep.
She fell asleep as Chucky's bride died.
Somewhere through the night, they adjust themselves during the night...
Elena had her hands in his hair and his head was on her breast. Her legs wrapped around his waist.
They snored in synced.
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DomO