Down by the water
The carriage ride on the way back from the Lockwood estate had been quiet, to say the least. Elena had caught her father being nervous. He had obviously been over thinking the things that had happened at the Founder's Ball. Elena herself couldn't let it go either. She was giving herself a headache with all the things that were going through her head right now.
Mrs. Lockwood had an herb that was important to vampires and it had been set on fire. Had Damon done it? Or were there other vampires in town? The fact was that she hadn't seen him since the panic about the fire had broken out. He had disappeared. Did that mean that he was guilty?
Of course there was also the fact that she had discovered that her father and Mrs. Lockwood knew about vampires. How? When did they learn about it? Did they know about Damon? They couldn't know, could they? They were obviously against vampires. They would probably have Damon's head if they knew.
Elena sighed and punched her pillow to help her get settled. But sleep was still not coming. There were so many questions dancing through her head, but she had nowhere to turn to. She had discovered it before; for some reason she couldn't tell anyone about Damon. If she had questions, she would have to go to him. But he would probably never tell her anything. He was so secretive.
The mystery that was Damon Salvatore might be frustrating, but it was also captivating. The fact that he was so hard to pinpoint, made him all the more attractive. He was dangerous and alluring. He refused to stay out of her head.
She was so curious about him; about his body and what said body could do to her. It was funny how he made her want to explore him when she wasn't this fascinated with her own suitor. She really had no desire to learn about Master Lockwood's physique. In fact, it appalled her. But he was the wise choice; the safe choice. Being with him meant security, all the money in the world and a comfortable life. Being with Damon meant danger, never knowing what would happen one step from the next and the disdain from society.
It really shouldn't be a difficult choice. But Damon always managed to seduce her. He made her come to him willingly. He had never forced her. Did that make her a vulgar woman? Society would sure think so.
Elena flopped her head on her pillow and groaned. She obviously needed to clear her head. She would go to the quarry tomorrow and write in her journal; the place were this delectable thing between her and Damon had started. Maybe she would find closure if she went back there.
The thought of finding some peace in her head made her finally close her eyes. That night, she dreamt of haunting cobalt eyes, surrounded by hot flames…
The trip to the quarry already did her some good. The air was crisp and clean around her. She could smell the leaves and mosses, their earthy scent invading her nostrils. Nature made her calm and comfortable.
It was a warm day today. The temperature of the water at the quarry would be heavenly. It would be like putting her feet in a lukewarm bath. Elena couldn't wait. With her journal tucked under her arm she walked the remaining distance towards her favourite place on earth.
It was quiet when she got there; the only sounds heard were the birds singing in the trees and the rustling wind in the trees above her.
Elena wandered over towards her water and took off her shoes.
When she dipped her toes in the cool liquid, she almost let out a breathy moan. This was heavenly. As the sun streamed down on her, she began to write away her worries.
She hadn't even made it through her first sentence, when a head emerged from the water, making her jump back and scramble to her feet. She wasn't alone!
With her heart in her throat, she squinted her eyes to see who the invader of her quiet time was. When the head turned her way, she scowled.
Damon.
"It's not polite to scare a woman like that!" she snapped at him as he swam closer towards her.
Damon grinned.
"Well, I didn't know that you were here, Elena."
Elena crossed her arms, trying to stare him down.
"Why are you swimming in that water? There are fishes in there, you know!"
Damon's eyes widened in fake shock.
"No! Really? I never knew fishes could be in nature's waters," he mocked her.
He swam even closer to her.
"It's not what a gentleman would do; swimming with fishes. You are very peculiar," Elena deadpanned.
"O Elena, but the water is so cool against my naked skin. It feels really good. Why don't you join me?" Damon offered.
Elena's eyes widened.
Did he say he was naked in there? No swimming trunks or anything?
She gulped audibly.
"Come on, Elena. Live a little. Take off that dress," he winked at her.
Elena glared at him angrily.
"I think I'll pass."
"Suit yourself."
Damon shrugged and continued swimming, doing laps above the surface now. Elena sat back down at the edge of the water and watched him. His body was so extraordinary. The parts she could see, that is. His powerful arms lifted above the surface on each stroke and his biceps bulged. Her eyes travelled down towards where his back rose out of the water and she gulped. This man was too beautiful for his own good.
She looked down at her journal, now lying next to her, and remembered why she came here. She had questions. She had wanted to clear her head. Well, the subject of all of her questions was here now. She could fire them at him.
"Where were you last night?" she called out to him.
Damon stopped swimming and turned her way.
"You just disappeared. Why?" Elena pressed.
"I was done for the evening," he vaguely answered.
"So you missed the big fire then?"
She watched his face carefully, looking for any trace of emotion. She hoped his expression would reveal something to her, but he had a stunning poker face. He remained quiet and impassive.
"Did you have something to do with it, Damon? You see, I heard it was some sort of herb for vampires that caught ablaze. Did you want to get rid of it?" she shot at him.
She raised her eyebrow at him, challenging him. But once again, he was stoic.
The corner of his mouth lifted into a confusing small smile and he made his way over towards her again. But this time he didn't stop. He lifted himself out of the water completely and showed her that indeed, he was completely naked.
Elena flew up and stumbled back, her mouth wide open in shock.
"Damon! Put some clothes on!"
Damon had made it out of the water now and looked down at his dripping form.
"Why would I do that? I'm dripping," he told her, amused by her shock.
He stepped towards her and Elena quickly jumped back.
"Stay away, Damon!"
"That's not what you said those other times," he winked.
Elena blushed profusely, remembering her own wanton behaviour. She stuck out her chin defiantly at him.
"It won't happen again. I've made up my mind, Master Salvatore. You are not to touch me again. I belong to someone else," she said with finality.
Damon chuckled.
"I love it when you do that."
Elena frowned in confusion.
"Do what?"
Damon moved closer, making her back up again.
"You fumble around for your decent upbringing whenever you get too close to letting yourself go. You love the darkness. You just refuse to give in completely. It's okay. I will be patiently waiting. But it's coming, Elena. One day, you'll embrace the darkness in you and I will be there when it does."
A shiver travelled up Elena's spine and she backed up again. But this time she could go no further. A tree pressed hard into her back, making her wedged in between it and Damon. He had her trapped.
He closed the remaining distance between them and looked down at her with his smouldering blue eyes.
"You would make such an exquisite dark creature," he told her.
He put his hand up towards her face and softly stroked her cheek.
Elena swallowed harshly and she couldn't help herself anymore. Her gaze travelled down his body, taking in his proud manhood. It looked.. scary, but at the same time it had brought her great pleasure when it had rubbed up against her.
When she realised what she was doing, her eyes snapped back op towards his amused face.
"Don't stop on my account, Elena. I know you are curious. Go ahead. Touch me. Explore."
Elena felt her heart pounding wildly against her ribs. Her eyes darted all over the place. If she did this she could no longer say that he had seduced her every single time. He was leaving it up to her now.
She chewed her bottom lip, contemplating her next move. The right thing would be to walk away; to marry Master Mason Lockwood and to never look back. But Damon was right. There was something inside of her that wanted this; that wanted to get carried away by his delectable darkness.
There was no stopping it. Her hand moved on its own accord and she placed it on his chest. She took in the feel of him; his pectoral muscles, the surprisingly soft skin and the wiry hair that dusted across his chest. Her fingers dropped down towards one of his nipples and she glided her fingertips over it.
It hardened, just like her own did when he had touched them.
She was fascinated by his body's reactions. It mirrored her own when he had touched her. It made her feel proud, because it must have meant that she did something right.
Something stirred inside of her at this knowledge and it made her feel bolder. Her hand moved lower, across the patch of hair that led down towards where his sex rested between his legs. Her throat became dry in anticipation.
How would it feel in her hand? She had felt it through his trousers once. But he was naked now.
She carefully reached out and stroked with a finger across the length of him, making him hiss. It felt so soft and hard at the same time, she noticed in wonder. Should she continue? She idly looked up at Damon from under her lashes. He was staring at her intently, before he took her hand in his.
"Like this," he told her.
He wrapped both of their hands around himself and began to stroke back and forth, showing her what he liked.
Elena felt a little faint with her actions. If anyone walked in on her now.. She knew her parents would probably disown her. Master Lockwood would never marry her. And yet that didn't stop her. It added to the excitement; the danger that was this man.
Damon took her hand from his member and led her towards a soft patch of grass that basked in the sun. He carefully lay down and pulled her on top of his still damp body.
"You're getting me all wet!" she scolded him.
Damon arched his eyebrows.
"Interesting choice of words."
Elena positively turned crimson at those crude words. That wasn't what she had meant and he knew that!
She smacked him against his naked chest and scrambled to get off of him, but his strong arms wrapped around her form, trapping her against him.
"Damon, let me go!" she snarled at him.
She raised her hand to smack him again, but he stopped her blow mid air and pulled her hard against him, before smashing their lips together in a brutal kiss.
She struggled against him for a moment, but she ceased all protest as soon as his tongue came out to lick across her lower lip. She was lost. Her mouth opened on its own accord and she let him in, a soft moan escaping her.
She felt him take her hand again, guiding it towards his member. He wrapped it around himself again, setting a rhythm for her.
Elena felt herself getting dizzy. She was touching a man! And it felt…amazing.
Damon released her pumping hand, letting her do it herself now.
She squeezed him experimentally, wanting to know everything about what she was able to do to this man. She released his lips to stare down at her actions.
A penis wasn't necessarily an attractive thing, she now knew. But it could bring great pleasure and she could bring great pleasure to it. It made her feel all woman.
Caroline had talked about kissing it, though. Elena looked down at it and wondered if she was able to do this. With a pounding heart she moved lower until she was level with his erect member and her pumping hand. She leaned forward and traced her lips across the length of him.
"Fuck!" Damon cursed above her.
Elena wanted to blush at his crude word. But she knew it meant that he approved, so she became a little bolder. She licked along the underside of him, tasting him. He tasted like water from the quarry and salt and something distinctively Damon. It wasn't bad.
She opened her mouth to let him slip inside and sucked a little bit. Maybe she should just treat him like an ice cream cone. She had no idea what else to do. Caroline hadn't been specific about details.
Spurred on by this idea, she continued licking and sucking him to what she thought was right. Considering that Damon was groaning beneath her must have meant that he enjoyed it.
Suddenly, he pulled her up and off of him, grabbing her hand harshly. He bit in without remorse.
Elena scrunched up her face in pain, gasping at his brutal gulps. But then she felt that change again; that pull that begun deep inside of her belly. She was lying sprawled on top of him, her dress covering their lower bodies. She felt him begin to pump his hardness into her, in time with his gulps.
Her head was reeling from all this and her lower body began to move against him on its own accord. Within seconds, they both had that feeling of a volcanic eruption.
Elena felt herself trying to claw for that precipice that he constantly threw her from. In her orgasm, she realised a few things. One, he had probably deliberately distracted her from her questions about last night. Two, she was beginning to see that he was constantly pushing her past her own boundaries. He was slowly dragging her towards her inner darkness, like he had said. And she was letting him. She was opening up doors that shouldn't be opened.
A dreadful feeling came over her when she realised that she was powerless against this demon. He was peeling away her innocence, layer by layer. He was doing it slowly and deliberately, without her even seeing it….
A/N: Yay! Damon gets some treats! ;) Elena is slowly feeling her innocence slipping away. How will that play out? How will this affect her courting towards Mason Lockwood and what exactly happened with that fire at the Lockwood's? Keep on reading and please review!
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