A/N: Well, I just know you didn't see this one coming. And honestly... Neither did I until a couple of lines before. ;o Hope you like it, and review for us. ^^

Chapter Eleven: I'll Do It

Elena watched his eyes now, trying to read what was going on within his mind. But it seemed he was thinking, really thinking about what she was saying. For a while, the only sound that could be heard was the slow, steady beat of her heart and the intakes and outtakes of breath she took. And then he spoke. Elena's eyes bore deep within Damon's and finally, she saw light in them; deep, deep down within those dark irises for the first time since their first kiss, she'd saw... Happiness? Was that what it was? No, it was love; pure love. Every other person would have grabbed the other's face and kissed them with an intense passion after hearing that, those few words that meant so much; but not Elena, for some reason Elena didn't think that was what he would want. Damon was so vulnerable right now, and he needed to know that she cared, and most importantly, that she loved him. So, Elena took him in her arms and buried her head within his broad chest and continued to let the tears flow.

Damon didn't dare move an inch. He was quite content and for the first time in decades it wasn't because he had killed someone or because he had just mocked his brother. His brother. Stefan. A frown crossed his features as a thought struck him, and before he could shut his mouth he was already speaking.

"I know I'm a bastard for ruining a moment like that but .. why do you want me. ? I mean I know I am gorgeous, dashing, irresistible but.. I'm a bastard. Why not Stefan.? Why.. me.?" All the while he's been speaking he had his eyes locked on hers but now he looked up at the house, but only for a second.

The last thing he wanted was to sound like a love-sick puppy, yet he was asking a question like that. If it wasn't for the fact that it was Elena, he would be purely disgusted with himself.

Elena wished she could just hold him like this forever and the whole world would disappear somehow. If only... This moment was as precious to Elena as the love-making session they'd spent with one another. Had she really chosen Damon for definite this time without any going back? Elena wanted to believe that she had. Though Damon didn't move any closer or further away from her, this moment was perfect how it was. A moment later, his low husky voice broke the budding silence between them. She pulled away only slightly to look at his face. She couldn't help but allow her features to fall into a small frown. She thought he knew this, neither the less; she told him anyway.

"I chose you Damon because you've always been mine, and I've always been yours. Sure, you're not perfect, I neither am i... You can't help who you fall in love with Damon. And I've fell in love with you," she whispered, her hand now cupping his cheek lightly.

A frown that had been occupying his second mere seconds ago disappeared as soon as her hand touched his cheek. God damn the effect she had on him.

"Mhm.." He agreed quietly, but didn't say anything else, just pulled her into another hug.

Well, that was definitely NOT how he thought the evening would have ended, but that was good. He didn't have to leave, he had Elena AND his doorframe. Everything was perfect somehow. Well, okay, it wasn't but it was as close to perfect as his eternal life could get anyways. He wondered where Stefan had come and why he had let Elena stay alone. Well, she didn't stay alone but still.

Elena's smile painted smoothly across her lips and through her tears, her eyes began to glow slightly. She'd never felt more alive than within Damon's arms. Her thumb stroked the line of his jaw before her arms folded tightly around his body. Elena inhaled his scent deeply before exhaling. She wanted to keep Damon here, keep him safe.. Forever and always. He was hers and no-one was going to take him from her. For a few long moments, Elena just held him there in her arms. She moved her face to the side slightly so her lips were almost touching his neck. Elena couldn't help herself then. Her lips at first only touched his skin, and then, after she'd done it a couple of times, it turned into more of a caress of her lips against his smooth skin.

He stayed quiet after that, just letting her do whatever she wanted. At first he was a bit taken aback when she moved her lips close to his neck, but he relaxed a second later. It was sad to admit, but he didn't forget everything. When she had her lips this close to his neck he struggled for a few second trying to remember his name. Damon Salvatore. Damon Salvatore. It's not that hard to remember after decades of living, so why was he having problems focusing on anything? Of course, the answer was quite obvious and right in front of his eyes. He didn't dare move in case she moved her lips away. It was a sensation, and he didn't want it to stop.

Elena wasn't really sure what had possessed her to start kissing Damon's neck, but she knew she didn't want to stop, and by Damon's reaction to her hot lips moving across his skin, he didn't want her to stop either. She just wanted to take her claim on him, let him and everyone else know that he, Damon Salvatore was Elena Gilbert's. Elena's mouth stopped kissing him for a brief moment, only to allow her tongue to trail lovingly along the crook of his neck. She began to nibble ever so softly on the skin there before alternating from all three, her eyes firmly closed. There was no doubt she was enjoying this as much as he was.

He closed his eyes, and that was it. When she bit his neck lightly, he inhaled the air sharply and seemed to be unable to exhale for a mere minute. To say that he was enjoying it was an understatement. He tilted his head back - after a minute, of course, when he found out that his muscles COULD work - to give her easier access to his neck. He bit his lip to suppress a moan. YES, it was that pleasurable and with his extra sharp senses it was driving him insane. Every single thing Elena did to his neck, and every single time he felt her breath on his skin, it shot a jolt of electricity down to his groin. Once again, he felt that his boxers were a size too slow or two sizes too small.

Elena's warm breath exhaled over the smooth skin on his neck and trickled under his shirt and down his spine. Her arms gently unwound from around his torso and clamped down hard onto his shoulders. Her lips became slightly hotter and just that little bit more eager against his neck. She wanted him to feel amazing. Right now it was all about Damon, and of course, she loved him so she didn't mind at all. Elena's tongue flicked teasingly across his neck as she felt him harden against her front. She couldn't help letting a smirk escape her mouth and, though she tried not to, she grinded herself ever so slightly across his centre.

She was doing it on purpose. But god, he couldn't be angry at her when she was turning him on like that! He moaned quietly, his eyes half closed now. As he felt her tongue on his neck, he closed his eyes shut again. What's his name? D... What. ? Something with D? Drake? Oh, darn it. Who cares? He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, trying to keep his breath steady which by now was very hard. He moved his hand down and tugged at his tight trousers. They were very uncomfortable. Very.

Elena was so turned on right now, she hadn't meant to go this far... She'd only meant to give him slight pleasure, but not as far as how intense it seemed right now. Even Elena could feel her arousal; a pounding sensation had begun deep within her groin area and she so desperately wanting to grind against him just one more time... But she couldn't. Not again today. Though, she needed him. Elena moaned softly against his neck, grinding her sensitive area against his hardness still kissing his neck.

"Damon.. Let me drink from you," she whispered against his skin.

Damon didn't need to be told twice. He lifted his hand up to his neck and made a cut just on one of the smaller veins. He then let his hand drop to his side, as he now looked down at her. He wanted to see it. See her. God Almighty, he had Vicky suck his blood but this.. this wasn't Vicky. This was Elena, and she WANTED to drink his blood. This whole thing made him feel dizzy, which was a weird feeling he'd barely EVER experienced before in his vampire life. If breathing was hard before, he didn't know how it would be like right now.

Elena swallowed hard and pulled away from his neck, and for the instant that their eyes locked... Elena wanted him all over again. The lust-lathered state both her and Damon were in right now was something she'd only ever experienced when she was with him, she could feel herself getting even wetter just thinking about all of the things he could do to her. The moment a line of scarlet appeared across his neck, Elena's mouth enclosed over it. Slowly, she licked the opening before sucking hard, but not hard enough to give him pain, only pleasure. She knew how much this would drive him crazy.

The moment she started sucking was indescribable. He moaned, and clenched his hands into fists, for he felt he would explode any second. And not just have an orgasm. He felt as if he was going to explode into million pieces because of this pleasure. Into billion shreds and the wind would carry bits of him and dispose of them somewhere along the way. He didn't feel any part of his body, no, just the pleasure. It took over him and at this moment he was very vulnerable, and he was pretty sure that if anyone attacked him, he would have been standing frozen, not even moving. Any minute, he knew he would come. God, it seemed it got more pleasurable every second. He was nearly there.

The rich, tangy taste of Damon's vampire blood bursted into her mouth in an explosion of flavour; she was human and she wasn't even meant to find this experience likeable let alone desirable. But she did. In fact, it seemed to bind them together even tighter than they'd already been bound. And then that was when her passion for him took over. Elena's left hand travelled downwards and she couldn't help but grip his bulge. After a few seconds, her hand removed from over his jeans and rested once again on his shoulders.

"I'll do it, Elena." The voice came from behind her and she instantly pulled her mouth away from his neck and stared at Stefan.

"D-Do what.. Stefan?"

"Share you," he replied.

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