Chapter 4: Dreaming of a Blue-Eyed Savior

A/N: Beware the DETAILS starts! You've been warned! :O lmao :D

Jogging through the park, she took small breaths as she kept up her pace. It had been a long week and so much had happened. Going for a jog to clear her head seemed like a good idea at the time, but now she was out here, she was in more thought than she had ever been. Turning her music up, she jogged faster, passing people as she tried to forget about the certain individual that had invaded her thoughts for a while now.

Tonight she would meet him out for dinner. Tell him that he had to pack his game in or she was done being his P.A. She ran over the conversation again and again in her head, but it just made her more nervous. The more she got to know him, she knew he didn't give up easy. Especially without a fight anyway.

"I don't think you could look anymore fuckable Elena." Caroline commented, fixing her hair, being careful not to mess it.
"That's not what I was going for Car! I'm meant to be...shooing him off!" Elena replied, sighing softly as she watched Caroline with her hair.
"Why would you shoo him off? Are you crazy? That is a fucking god. There is not enough of HIM out there." The blonde told her, stepping back.
"He's my boss. It's not right. And he's just sooo-" The brunette moaned, trying to find the right word.
"Elena, your worried because he rocks your world and he hasn't even had you in bed! You're scared of what your feeling!"

Elena sighed, looking in the mirror. She was wearing a red mid-thigh dress with black stilettos and a light black cardigan. In her ears, she had black diamond studs and a necklace to match. Brushing herself down, she licked her lips nervously and cursed, looking at her lip gloss. If she didn't calm down, she wouldn't be in the right frame of mind for tonight.

"You will have fun. Trust me. Just see where tonight takes you, for me? Please." Caroline begged with a grin as Elena shook her head.
"Nope. Not doing it. Tonight it's no sex and job or no job and no sex." Shrugging, she grabbed her purse and walked out of her bedroom and into the living room.

Hearing a knock on the door, they both looked up, Elena's heart spiking slightly and returning back to normal. Caroline smiled and gave her a look as she walked over to the door and pulled it open.

"Hello. Elena, get your ass out of here so I can relax in peace." Caroline called to her with a smirk as the brunette blushed deeply.
"Coming!" Elena called to her, blushing more as she thought about Damon hearing her. He would be saying "soon enough Miss Gilbert."

Walking over to the door, she smiled softly at Damon as he looked over, his eyes lingering as a grin indulged his features. The blonde waved Elena out as she closed the door over.

"Well hello Elena." Damon murmured, taking her hand as he pressed a soft kiss to it, his tongue touching her skin with the lightest touch.
"H...hello Damon." The brunette stuttered, melting under his touch as she took him in. He was wearing a suit, uh him and his hot suits.
"You look stunning Miss Gilbert," Leaning closer, he inhaled deeply and moaned, "intoxicating and sexy."
"Uh you're not helping." Pressing her hands to his shoulder, trying to push him back.

"Nu uh uh." Pressing kisses to her neck, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist as she let out a soft moan, her mind going into meltdown.
"R...Rese...rvations!" Elena called through her raspy breath, trying to get his hands off her so she could think.
"Ah...of course." Damon pulled away, brushing himself down as he held out his arms, "Shall we?"
"We shall." Placing her hand on his arm gently, she followed him up the hallway, preparing for the night ahead.

The restaurant was buzzing, people had recognized Damon as soon as he walked through the door. An hour later and they're still staring in shock. Taking a sip of her wine, she cut into her steak and took a bite, swallowing it greedily. It tasted amazing. Looking at Damon, she seen him staring at her and blushed. Did he always have to give her that 'I'm gonna fuck you look'?

"Seems like you've caught every woman's attention here tonight." Elena told him with a smile as she sipped her wine, licking her lips.
"Im interested in catching one woman's attention. Do you think I have?" Raising an eyebrow, a smirk grazed his lips as he sipped his wine.
"I don't know. You're always giving off the wrong signals." Smirking, she grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth, leaning back in her chair.
"Oh is that so?" Chuckling, he sipped more of his wine.
"Look...Mr Salvatore," Leaning on the table, she took a deep breath as she felt brave, "I only came here to speak about one thing-"
"Oh you did? Do tell." Pressing his hands together, he raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not doing this." Elena told him straight as she crossed her arms.
"I wanna fuck you."

Closing her eyes, she took a shaky breath and tried not to jump over the table then. Of course he was going to make it harder than it had to be. That was just Damon Salvatore in all his glory.

"I don't think you understand. It's either...none of...this and keep my job or my job and the idea of sex is gone anyway." Elena told him, licking her lips.
"You really think I'm going by that deal? I make the rules sweetheart." He told her, his eyes full of desire.
"Not with me," Standing up, she grabbed her purse and smirked, "Thanks for the dinner Mr Salvatore. I will see you as NORMAL on Monday."

Walking out, she took in the fresh air and smiled softly, feeling a bit of relief. There was a pang in her stomach, but she knew that it was for the best. Hugging herself, she walked up the path and bit her lip. Maybe she should have done what Caroline said. Had she lost her chance?

"Ahh!" She yelped when someone grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. Looking up, she came to face with blazing blue eyes.
"You think you can walk out after that sexy speech? Fuck that. Listen to me. I am GOING to have you and I AM going to fuck you." Damon told her, his voice low.
"Fine." Elena murmured, breathless as he looked at her, confusion evident on his face.

"Fine?" Damon questioned, unsure.
"Fine." She shrugged as she leaned up, crushing her lips against his and gripped his hair, tugging as he groaned into the kiss and pressed her against wall, digging his fingers into her hips.

Hearing people on the sidewalk tutting and gasping, she pulled away, looking over his shoulder to see people walking past, watching them. Clearing her throat, she swallowed and looked up at Damon as he seemed to be somewhere else. Taking her hand, he tugged it as she followed him quickly to his limo where he then opened the door.

"Get in." He told her, looking around them.
"No please?" Elena questioned with a smile as Damon looked at her and brought his hand down, spanking her backside.
"How about, get in the fucking car?" Damon raised an eyebrow as she glared at him and crawled in, smirking.
"Mr bossy boots." She watched as he fixed his suit and climbed into himself as he pulled the door shut with a slam.

The car pulled away from the curb as they moved down the street. Elena looked outside, her eyes wide with excitement as she stared at the Christmas lights that were being put up. They looked beautiful. She couldn't wait to see them lit. Trying to recognize where they were, she turned into her seat to Damon was watching her with a head tilt and curious look splaying his features.

"Where are we going?" Elena asked, digging her nails into her thighs lightly as she felt nerves crawl underneath her skin. Just edging the surface.
"A hotel." He told her, looking her over as she nodded in agreement.
"A hotel? Okay then." She responded, rubbing her knee as she looked out of the window, trying to distract herself from the god occupying the seat beside her.

They both knew it. She knew it. He knew it. Everybody freaking knew it. They were BOTH in for a hell of a long night.

Following Damon out of the elevator, she stayed behind him, watching as he walked with meaning. He was...hot. Plain and simple. Looking him over, she licked her lips and hurried after him as he came to stop at a door. A penthouse suite? Was he serious? Was she Pretty Woman? Shrugging, she followed him in and looked around, wide-eyed. Okay, she took it back, she WAS Pretty Woman and she wasn't going to argue about it.

"Well, this is ours for tonight." He told her, dropping the keycard on the table as he tugged his dress jacket off.
"Uh...yeah...I uhm." Clearing her throat, she took a glance at the suite, "I guessed that."

Turning to her, a smirk grazed his lips as he walked over to her and placed his hand on the curve of her breast as he ran it down to her hip. Letting out a breath, she stared up into the electronic blue eyes of his. Moving his face to her neck, he inhaled and moaned.

"You smell divine. You re going to be the death of me Miss Gilbert." Damon murmured, nudging his nose against the curve of her neck as she let out a silent moan.
"Are you sure it won't be because your sex crazed?" Elena questioned, her breath catching in her throat as he moved kisses up to the corner of her lips and moaned.

"Sex crazed over you." He told her as he gripped her hair and pulled her close, his lips joining with hers in a passionate kiss.
"You're impossible." She muttered as she pressed kisses down his neck, dragging a groan from the back of his throat.
"Impossibly hard to resist." Pinning her back against the wall, he moved his hand to her breast, his thumb flickering over her exposed nipple.
"Uh shit." The brunette moaned, her head tilting up causing her head to bang against the wall, but the pleasure was too good to care about the pain.

Moving her hands to his shirt, she began unbuttoning at a fast speed and placed kisses as each part of torso was exposed. Groaning, he moved his hands into her hair, tugging her head back as he pressed his lips to hers and dragged her back towards the bedroom. Letting out a gasp, she felt the softness of his lips, moving down to her cleavage as he pushed the straps of the dress down her arms. Looking at him, she pushed the white shirt off and digged her nails into his back, possessing his lips with hers.

"Oh Lena." He mumbled in pleasure, his mind lost and in a daze and he reached behind her, un-clipping her bra and brought his lips to her nipple, sucking with desperate need.
"Damon!" Elena called out, gripping his hair in between her fingers, tugging him closer to her.

"Patience Miss Gilbert." Kneeling down, he pressed kisses down towards her belly button and stopped, a smirk making its way onto his features.
"W...why did you stop?" She asked, it coming out in strangled moan.
"You have a piercing." Dipping his tongue into her navel, he played with her piercing as she moaned, pressing her head back against the door of the bedroom.
"You're going to be the death of ME." Elena told him, not knowing how she was going to come down from this high.

Lifting her, he pushed the door to the bedroom open as he nipped at her neck, the brunette's eyes rolling into the back of her head. As he dropped her onto the bed and went over to the close the door, she had a quick look around. It was beautiful. The bed was king size with silk cream sheets. The wall painted in a gold with silver diamonds. A vanity table sat in the corner as a television sat on the wall. There was another door left open, which led to an en-suite bathroom. This was like a fairy-tale.

"Elena, I need to fuck you." Damon told her, seriousness evident in his tone as she looked up at him and pressed kisses to his chest, following his snail trail.
"Patience is a virtue Mr Salvatore." She responded, feeling a boost of confidence from somewhere and shrieked as he pulled her back up and tugged her panties down her legs with her dress.

"Fuck patience. I just want to fuck you." He told her, pushing his trousers down his legs, kicking them off along with his shoes, leaving him in his boxers.
"Uh. You make that sound so dream like." Elena responded sarcastically as she yelped, when he surprised her by pressing his fingers into her core, testing her wetness.

"Looks like you're ready for me after all smart mouth." Damon responded, kissing her with need as she tried to keep up, her nervousness taking over.
"Just do it." She responded, breathless as he pressed kisses to her chest.
"Mmhm. Your wish is my command." His blue eyes shined brightly from the light as her eyes connected with his and he thrust into her hard and quick.

Holy shit! She wasn't a virgin or anything, but woah. Pressure or what. He was much bigger than others she had. She had just assumed he was pretty decent in the sack from his great looks. Beginning to thrust in and out of her, he gripped her thighs, bringing her knee's up to her chest, entering deeper.

"Damon!" Elena moaned loudly, her eyes reaching for the heavens as she digged her nails into the smooth surface of his back and dragged her nails down.
"Fuck!" Damon called out from pain and pleasure as he kept up his thrusts and bit into her neck, sucking languidly.
"Uh, that feels so good." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she felt him pressing a kiss to the spot where he left his mark and tugged on his hair. He groaned and moved up, joining their lips in a fight for the death. Tongues and limbs tangled as they both moaned out, the pleasure rising up on them.

"Damon, I need more." The brunette gasped out, so close to Nirvana, but she couldn't reach it just yet.
"You want more, I'll give you more." Damon told the brunette, his raspy breathing in her ear as he reached down in between their body and rubbed at her bundle of nerves, his thumb keeping up in time with his thrusts.

"Yes...yes yes...Damon!" Elena closed her eyes tightly, her muscles squeezing around his length from the shock evoking her body causing a strangled moan to slip out from him.

With moans and groans, they kept up with the delicious torture until both of them met their height and came crashing down, their names slipping out from each others lips in ecstasy.

They lay there, their heavy breathing in sync with each others as they stared up at the bedroom ceiling, waiting for their breath to return to its normal pattern. The brunette pulled the covers close to her, her body still on cloud nine as she swallowed and looked over to Damon, seeing his eyes closed, a grin on his face as she blushed and looked away, trying to avert her attention.

"You must be tired." Damon told her as Elena let out a sigh, feeling the situation going in the opposite direction from what she wanted.
"Exhausted." She whispered, turning onto her side, her back facing him as she pushed her hair back, knowing she had made a mistake. He was a player.

"Get some sleep." He replied, stretching his limbs out beside her, his hand brushing against her back as his fingers tangled up in her hair.

Closing her eyes, she tried to fight the feeling and pulled the covers closer, not wanting to think about what she had just done. Was it a mistake? Did he think it was a mistake? Was it stupid? Yes. Was it worthit? Yes. Was it going to fuck up her future? Who knows.

Pressing her face deeper into the pillow, she pushed the thoughts of tonight out of her head and fell into darkness, dreaming of a blue-eyed savior.

A/N: Well that was it! :D I hope it was okay... sorry for the detail, I can tell you it was my FIRST TIME writing it, it's pretty obvious lol. Hope it reached your expectation, sorry you waited so long. Leave a review; let me know what you thought :D

Shauna
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