Hello there everyone!
As promised if you rewarded me with your reviews, I've rewarded you with a chapter before I jet off on my holidays! I can't believe the response for my last chapter, I think it's the most reviews I've had for one so thank you to all of you! I'm so pleased you enjoyed the little Delena moment. I didn't think it was strong enough, but you guys have proved me wrong. You build up my confidence in writing with each review so thank you, thank you, thank you!
So here is chapter 24. It's a a big change from the drama we've had lately. And you get that precious 's' word that has been absent from the last few updates... I hope you enjoy it ;-)
Damon's POV
"So what's the verdict?" asked Alaric, leaning against the hood of his car as Damon left the hospital building with a grimaced look on his face.
"As I expected; still badly bruised, need to take it easy, no over-using the right hand..."
"Ah okay... it's not your wanking hand is it?"
"Har har," smirked Damon, making sure his fake amusement vanished the moment his friend chose to laugh. "You're freaking hilarious, Ric."
Damon carefully climbed into the front seat, holding his breath as he accidenlty sat too heavily into the car, upsetting his sore rib cage. Three cracked ribs in total; two on the right and one on the left. They hurt like a bitch if he so much as breathed in a little too deep. Alaric waited until he was settled before starting up the car and reversing out of the parking bay.
"Thanks for taking me here Ric, I owe you one" said Damon, reclining his seat back slightly so it was more bearable on his bones. Slouching was out of the question.
"No problem, you need anything else before we head back?"
"Yeah I do now you mention it.."
"No problem, what is it?"
"I need to know what made you change your mind about me?" Damon asked, turning from the window to stare hard at Alaric who kept his eyes on the road, but looked as though he were struggling for an answer.
"To be honest I'm not quite sure," Alaric began, checking his mirrors as he changed lanes, "I suppose I felt I was a little too quick to judge you as one of those slime-ball teachers you read about in the press. That and something niggled at me that your intentions weren't anything sinister, even though I've known you what? All of 3 months? But regardless, I still think what you're doing with Elena is wrong. That I won't change my mind about."
"Well it's not like you have to worry about that anymore. We're over remember." prompted Damon, staring out to the quaint homes of Mystic Falls that passed by.
"Yeah... over" scoffed Ric, less than fooled by their false break-up. "So doesn't a single part of you, at all, think that maybe you're risking far too much for just a sixteen year old girl?"
"You'd think there would be wouldn't you?" Mused Damon, smirking to his reflection, "but there isn't. And trust me, I have never been one to fall head over heels in love so easily, or believed in 'the one' or any of that shit. Not really. But with Elena she's - she's worth everything."
Damon didn't look over to Ric once as he spoke, but he could feel him watching, whether it was with humour at his soppy outburst, or in understanding of how he felt about Elena he couldn't quite tell - but a hunch told him it was probably the latter.
They took the second to the last turn towards Damon's apartment.
"So who are you expecting to see first? Isobel or the cops?"
"Ugh the first unfortunately," groaned Damon, earning a silent laugh from Alaric. "The police haven't found any substantial evidence against me so it looks as though I'm peachy-keen."
"And why don't you sound ecstatic by that knowledge?" asked Alaric, taking the final turn to reveal Isobel Flemming waiting outside Damon Salvatore's home.
"Because the only reason why I'm here right now, is because I'm being forced to keep that monstrosity happy, which is like incarceration itself if you ask me..." growled Damon though clenched teeth. He quickly blossoming into a smile of joy, beaming over to the ray of sunshine in his life that was Isobel, waiting for him outside his home. It was becoming harder and harder to amuse himself with sarcasm, when every time he saw the bitch he wanted to throttle her neck... He often dreamed about it.
"Hey swweeetie," he cooed in an overly sugared tone as he eased himself out of the car.
But her usual response, which was usually with as much sweet and sickly sarcasm, never actually came. Damon stood questioningly in front of her as she stared at the ground, dark curls blowing in her face. It was then he'd noticed trails of mascara down her cheeks.
"Don't tell me you're upset that I was ten minutes late," drawled Damon, rolling his eyes to the back of his head as he walked passed her towards the door. She grabbed his upper left arm, holding him back, still silent. "Oh for crying out loud Isobel, what the Hell is wrong with you?" moaned Damon, turning to look at her wallowing face that stared gloomily to the concrete beneath their feet.
"It's my mom she's... she's..." her voice squeaked into a gasp, unable to utter the final word.
Damon knew what that word was.
"Oh.." he began, actually feeling a little guilty that he didn't feel a single ounce of sympathy for her as she began to weep on his driveway. He looked across to Alaric for help.
"Do you need a ride home, Isobel?" Alaric asked, stepping in closer.
"I'd appreciate it," she managed, still gripping tight on Damon's arm. He frowned at how hard her nails kneeded into his skin.
"Why did you bother coming here?" Damon asked, not giving her the hug that he could see she wanted.
"Because I got the call when I was walking here after work and I... I need to go" she decided, fiercely rubbing away the tears, causing more make-up to smudge around her red-rimmed eyes.
"Then I'll take you, Iz. C'mon," said Alaric, taking hold of her arm.
"Wait just give us a minute," she asked, making sure Alaric backed away towards the car so he was out of ear shot.
Damon quickly planted a concerned look on his face as she turned to him. Her bottom lip quivering, her nose running, looking terribly unattractive. But Damon forced his left hand to stroke her dry, dark hair behind her ears in a somewhat affectionate way.
He did what he could to keep in her good books.
"Don't even think about inviting her here" she sobbed, the tears falling rapidly now like free-flowing water. Damon was amazed she could even think about Elena when she'd just learnt her mother had passed away. She should be mourning about her loss, sobbing about how amazing her mother was to him yet she was far more concerned about a man who didn't love her, or even like her, bringing another girl to the house.
"Will you call me when you arrive at your parents?" he said, batting off her comment like it didn't matter, like he was more worried for her welfare. When in actual fact he was silently dancing around the whole neighborhood at the knowledge he would be free of her. Even just for a little while. Damn it was going to be bliss!
"I will. It'll be late tonight, perhaps tomorrow morning depending on what happens with my dad."
"No problem. Just take care on the roads."
She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing her lips onto his in a suffocating kiss. As usual, Damon was pulling a face through the whole ordeal, trying not to gag as her salty tears and hot breath mingled with his mouth. When she eventually pulled back, Damon patted her on the shoulder in a way that said 'you better get going.'
And thankfully she did.
Alaric opened the car door for her and she crawled in, never looking up from the floor. Damon watched closely as they pulled out of his driveway. He may as well have walked inside because she never did look up to see him as they left down the street.
But did he care?
Nope.
No sooner had the car vanished around the corner, Damon had his his new phone flipped out out of pocket. It sounded simple to retrieve Elena's number from someone, now he had a new phone, but Isobel was checking his phone very closely and when the first bill would come through, she would check that as well and be likely to dial each number to see who he had been conversing with.
Damon realized he would need to explain this to Bonnie as he dialed her number...
Elena's POV
"Jeremy will you turn it down!" yelled Elena, sprawled bedroom floor where she attempted to do some history homework amid her fortress of books on the carpet. "Jeremy!"
The music was vibrating through the entire house, enough to make objects rattle, even her photos on the wall. If anything it seemed like it was getting louder. Elena snapped her book shut and stormed through her bathroom that she shared with her recluse, younger brother. She shook the door handle to his room but it was locked.
"Jeremy!" she shouted, knocking heavily on the door, rattling the handle some more, then reverting back to yelling. He was having none of it.
Elena slumped against the door tiredly, knowing it was useless. Jeremy was getting worse and becoming less sociable with herself and Aunt Jenna. Time was clearly not healing him.
Somehow over the music, Elena heard the door. She always became uneasy when the doorbell jingled or someone rapped at the handle these days. She wasn't expecting anyone, therefore assumed it was the police, ready with the badges shoved in her face, telling her she would need to come with them or something.
Her worry increased as she tip-toed down the stairs. Through the peephole, she taunted herself for being so paranoid as she opened the door to reveal a very happy looking Bonnie Bennett on her doorstep.
"Oookaay has your dad won the lottery or something?" Elena asked.
"Even better" beamed Bonnie, smiling from ear to ear, her phone clutched to her chest as she let herself in. Elena closed the door behind them with a look of wonder.
"What's this about?" she queried, amazed that there could ever be such a thing as good news anymore.
Bonnie twirled on her feet, ready to reveal all.
"I just got off the phone with Mr Salvatore. He says you're free to go around to his apartment to spend the evening with him right now."
Elena stood slack-jawed. She repeated Bonnie's words very slowly in her head.
"What do you mean, Bon?"
Bonnie's brown eyes darted upstairs to see if Jeremy was hovering around, but she quickly grabbed Elena's hands anyway and lead her into the living room to talk privately.
"Is Jenna out?"
"Yeah she's at The Grill. Bonnie, what's going on?"
"Tell her you're staying at mine tonight," said Bonnie in a hushed tone, "I took it upon myself the other day to speak to Mr Salvatore. I got his number, he got mine, he's given me his address because it's safe for you to see him. Isobel is out of town, so it's the perfect opportunity!"
Elena held her hand up to Bonnie, unable to digest everything that she was saying.
"Whoa-whoa, slow down - is this for real?"
"Of course it is! Here!"
Bonnie shoved her phone into Elena's palm that was still held up. Elena skimmed over the brightly lit screen to see an address. She recognized the number, the street name, she looked up at Bonnie with disbelief.
"You did this for me?"
Bonnie smiled and placed her hand on Elena's thigh, "of course I did. You were so tortured by everything, I couldn't just sit back when I felt I had a chance to do something about it. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to get your hopes up. But he called tonight, he said it's safe."
"Oh my God," Elena said with a smile, a genuine smile. She looked up and threw her arms around Bonnie, "Thank you so much Bonnie!"
"Never mind that, you need to get your overnight stuff packed!"
Elena nodded frantically and quickly raced upstairs with Bonnie close behind her.
Less than half an hour later, Elena and Bonnie were huddled under an umbrella, trenching through the streets of Mystic Falls while the rain pelted to the ground around them.
"It's at times like this I wish I had a car already," laughed Bonnie, teeth chattering as they hurried down the street.
Elena glanced down at Bonnie's phone, then to the street sign across the road. It matched. They had found it without a hitch!
"We're here," Elena smiled, thinking that less than an hour ago she was slaving away over homework and now she was about to spend a whole evening with Damon. Not an hour. Not a rushed meeting in whispers. But an whole evening without interruption. She couldn't imagine anything better.
"I'll turn back from here. Have a good time, hun" Bonnie said, rubbing Elena's arm before turning away.
"Bonnie take the umberella. It's the least I can do for now," Elena laughed. Bonnie rolled her eyes and took it, quickly hugging her best friend.
"Don't worry about a thing. You know I have it covered," Bonnie said.
"I know, and thank you. I owe you one."
"A hot fudge sundae at The Grill sometime will do just fine," said Bonnie, taking the umberella with a wink and quickly turning back the way they came.
Elena wasted no time tugging the hood of her jacket over her head and hurrying over towards Damon's apartment. She could remember the street now. It was all coming back. She was literally a minute or so away...
...
She was here. She had made it.
Elena didn't glance for oncoming traffic as she bounded across the roads, her footsteps sloshing in the powerful rain that drummed on the ground so hard that it bounced. The hood of her flimsy, black jacket slipped from her head, the rain continuing to beat down onto her face as she raced against the heavy winds towards Damon's apartment door.
The girl almost collapsed against the wooden surface, her wet fingers slipping over the buzzer several times, the noise bleating for his attention. Whether it was with the cold, the wet, or the anticipation of seeing Damon, Elena began to shiver on the spot as she stepped backwards from the door, watching with eager eyes for the door to open.
And then a warm, shaft of light melted onto her cool skin.
He was there.
He was really there.
So relieved, so excited, so overwhelmed by simply being before him, Elena had barely taken him in as she leaped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
"Damon!" she breathed, laughing warmly to herself as it suddenly became real that she was here, that he was there, holding her tiny frame with his left hand, squeezing her as close as he possibly could to his body without causing pain. She stroked her hands through his thick, raven hair, inhaling his scent and breathing out a sigh of content.
His left hand slowly eased her away so he could take her in. Elena was startled, as always, by his tremendous blue eyes that gazed down at her like she was the most precious thing in the universe. He searched her eyes for her love and found it instantly, as Elena allowed herself to drown in those illuminous pools.
She closed her eyes and smiled as she felt his left hand cup her face in the way that she loved. His touch so feather-light, causing warm tingles to flourish on her olive skin. His fingertips grazed her brow and she opened her eyes, palming her hand on top of his that caressed her.
She slowly returned the favour, her shivering fingers ghosting over the angry welts of his right temple. Her thumb gently brushed over the healing wound before she raised to her tip-toes and kissed his brow as softly as she could.
"I'm so sorry, Elena" he said, voice raspy and low.
Elena frowned.
"What on earth are you sorry for?" she said, leaning closer.
"For everything. The whole Isobel thing, it wasn't-"
"Sshhh" she hushed, bringing her lips to his in a chaste kiss that elicited a small gasp from him. Something she had never quite achieved before. "You don't have to explain anything."
"No I do. I want you to know that she means nothing, absolutely nothing to-"
Elena kissed him again, needing him to forget that any of that mattered. What mattered right now was the two of them, and what little time they had together.
"You're freezing," Damon suddenly stated, taking in her shuddering form.
"I'm okay," Elena shivered, but still huddling close to his tall body as they slowly walked further into his warm apartment.
"You will be once you've had a long, hot soak in the bath" Damon said in a voice that made her senses tingle with warmth. Elena looked up to find him smirking, then the smirking was quickly joined by the eye-thing. She smiled up at him and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I've missed that look," she whispered.
"Mmm," oozed Damon, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose. Elena felt her body zing to life instantly at the touch of his soft lips. "I'll run that bath. You get to work on those clothes" he said, still smirking as he wandered through his apartment towards the bathroom.
"Sounds good to me," smiled Elena, unable to rid herself of it now she was here with him... it was still surreal!
Checking he had the blinds and curtains closed, Elena happily began to strip the sodden clothing away from her body. As always, feeling completely comfortable in her own skin with Damon. As she pulled away the thin camisole that was now see through, between her straggles of damp, dark hair she saw a group of large cracks in the wall. She frowned deeply, wondering how on earth...
"S'how I got this," came Damon's voice. Elena jumped, looking over to find him with his right arm raised in the air.
Now topless and only clad in her soaking, skin tight jeans, Elena wandered over to inspect his damaged hand. She gently rolled up the sleeve of his hoody jacket to take his arm into her hands. It wasn't quite in what you'd call a cast, but it was certainly strapped up in place to a point where it looked impossible to even twitch a single finger. They were bruised and swollen, the sight making Elena feel a little queasy. But still, she brought her head down to gently kiss each knuckle, his skin hot and throbbing between her lips.
"I wish I could be here every day to take care of you," she said, looking up to his face through heavy-lidded eyes, noticing he had been watching her intently. A tiny sliver of lust pulsed between her legs.
"I'm through the worst" he said with a half-smile, "now c'mon, your bath awaits..."
With his left hand he took hers and lead her through the apartment towards his bathroom that was clouded with steam. The sensation instantly felt calming to Elena's tense body. But as she watched her lover twist the faucet and checked the water temperature for her with the one hand, she realized that she wasn't the one who needed to relax.
"Take off your clothes," she ordered, smirking at the surprise on his face that quickly turned to lust.
"Are you that desperate for me, Miss Gilbert?" he teased, stalking over to her half naked body. She gasped at the sudden closeness, at the steely gaze in his eyes, but she kept her foot firmly on the ground.
"It's not me who needs looking after, Damon" she said softly, wanting him to know she was serious.
Without taking his eyes from hers, he brought his left hand to the zip of his jacket.
"Just to warn you... it ain't pretty" he said, before sliding the zip all the way down as such a teasing pace, Elena almost felt herself sigh with need.
She brought her hands to his broad shoulders, he still continued to watch her as she gently pulled the fabric from his body.
Bruises were splayed across his ribcage. The far side of his right torso was the worst; the colours blotching into green, purple and black. Her heart ached for him as he shrugged the jacket off completely, revealing his body fully to her. He was a mess.
"Oh Damon" she shook, smoothing her fingers over the discoloured skin, only to watch him close his eyes tightly at the pain it caused. "Who did this to you?" she demanded.
"I don't know his name. Got into a fight in a bar, it's no big deal.."
"No big deal? Damon this has all happened because of-"
"Don't" he stammered, stopping her right there. "Don't you even think about blaming yourself, Elena. What's happened, has happened" he said, unzipping his jeans as he spoke with heavy eyes.
Elena nodded and allowed the conversation to be dropped there. She quickly but carefully helped him out of his jeans, something he'd clearly been struggling to do on his own. She wanted to ask if Isobel helped, but the image was too painful to imagine for long. This should be her job each and every night.
"Have you been taking showers?" she asked.
"Yeah. Tried getting into this thing on my own a few days ago. Almost cracked a few other ribs in the process," he smirked.
Elena smiled, but quickly got down to business. With five minutes of protesting, Damon finally gave in to Elena's wishes and supported some of his body weight onto Elena's as she demanded, in order for him to stand in the large, oval tub without causing harm. With his right arm firmly around her dainty shoulders, Elena struggled but never complained as she helped Damon slide lower and lower into the water. He hummed through the pain that it caused, but once Elena watched him submerge completely into the steaming water and lolled his head back against the edge with a satisfied sigh, she saw it was all worth it and proceed to rid herself from the rest of her clothing.
"I wouldn't expect any crazy, wild bathtub sex Miss Gilbert. As much as i'd really, really want too..."
"Don't worry. I won't be selfish enough to ask for it with the state you're in" she laughed, watching his eyes drink in her naked body as she stepped into the tub. She loved the way he stared at her. She always felt beautiful. She felt perfect. He made her feel the best about herself.
"Well perhaps if I suck it up, I may still be able to ravage you.." he said, his voice oozing sex. Elena remained stood up before him, shaking her head.
"Not a chance Salvatore, now scooch."
"Wait what?"
"I'm gonna sit behind you so you can relax against me" she said, nudging his leg with her foot to urge him aside.
"Whoa I don't think so. That's the man's job."
"Ugh, don't be such a grump!" she teased, splashing him with a little water.
"Hey don't forget how our last water fight ended. I clearly remember whipping your ass on that occasion," he said with a cocky arch of his eyebrows. Elena placed her hands on her naked hips, waiting for him to give in. "Oh fine..."
With a smug little scrunch of her nose, Elena slipped behind him and wriggled back against the heated porcelain. The excitement trickled through to her core as she felt his strong, lean body gradually blanket over her stomach, pressing against her full breasts. The contact was amazing, the moment sexual until he said...
"I feel like such a girl."
Elena slapped him playfully on the shoulder.
"Ow! Okay, i'll shut up."
"Finally" replied Elena with a cheeky grin.
As payback, Damon pinched her thigh, making her squeal and giggle ridiculously. Once their little tiff was over, Elena felt her heart bloom with affection as he fully rested against her, leaning his head against her collar bone so she could rest her chin on his dark, damp hair.
"I'm not hurting you am I?" he asked in a low voice. In the low voice that got her stomach knotted with desire.
"Not at all" she whispered, cupping warm water into her hands and trickling droplets down his right arm that remained away from the water so his strapped hand didn't get wet. She repeated the process several times, feeling his arm relax along the bath tub edge.
Then she reached for the black, fluffy washcloth that was draped over the side. She soaked it thoroughly and with careful movements, dunked her hands deep into the water until they circled around Damon's torso, where she began to massage his ribs with the gentlest of touches. She hoped her movements were soothing for his wounded bones.
"Does that hurt?" she asked as soon as she felt his body tense.
"No it feels good," he said, allowing his body to rest again, "it feels really good."
Elena smiled and continued to wash affection over his battered body, hoping that with each stroke and rub, that the last few days of suffering were melting away. She seemed to lavish this affection on Damon until he was dozing to sleep in her arms. She twisted her head a little to try and see his face.
His head was turned inwards, his left temple resting in the curve of her neck. Elena teased her fingers through the tangles of obsidian hair that she had sleeked back from his perfectly angular face. His skin appeared poreless, cream-white and clear of any imperfections. His cheeks were flushed with a slight rosy tint from the heat, his lips plump and parted, eyes closed in a peaceful slumber against her body.
Elena had never seen a man look so beautiful.
"I love you, Damon" she whispered, feeling a tear escape. She didn't even know why, but she allowed it to roll down her cheek.
She assumed he was fast asleep, too at peace to even muster a response. She placed a kiss on his soft hair, earning a mumble of affection.
"I love you too" he groaned, almost breathlessly, clearly at peace in that bath tub with her.
Elena wanted to talk about everything that had happened to them. How he felt about their situation now it was almost out there, how he was coping with Isobel trapping him into her bizarre relationship ploy. What did she get out it? Out of loving a man that didn't love her back? Elena noticed her hand gripping the washcloth, venting her frustration through the material that roped between her fingers. She wanted to ask about the police, about her Uncle John, about Alaric. There was so much to be talked about but they had so little time on their hands to do so. Even tonight was just by chance.
But looking down at Damon's sleeping form, she remembered she was here for this night and this night only. She wasn't going to waste it on talking about those who wanted them apart.
A splash of water caught her attention, then she noticed Damon had grabbed her left hand with his. Tight.
"Damon what are you-?"
Without saying a word, or even opening his eyes, he slowly placed her palm flat on his abdomen, sliding her tiny hand along the taut lines that lead to his...
Wow - he was rock hard.
Elena felt her stomach send a pulse of heat surging to her sensitive nub as Damon guided her hand, wrapping her fingers around his length, easing her clenched fist up and down with long, pressured strokes.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from their hands that worked as a team. The sight was incredibly erotic and a display that made her all kinds of turned on. She wondered if he could feel her nipples harden against his back, or whether he could hear her breathing quicken. When he finally released her hand, she continued stroke him, pumping her hand a little quicker with added friction, causing a soft moan to escape his lips.
His left hand reached backwards to grab a fistful of her hair, the slight pulling making her gasp with pain but mostly pleasure.
This was just teasing, even for her.
"Move forward," she asked, soft but firm.
He complied silently, moving forward just enough so Elena was free to slip out of the consuming heat of the water and into the steamy air of the bathroom. As she curled her hair behind her ears, she saw Damon watching her wantonly, relaxing back into the tub, his hand finding his cock and resuming where she left off. It switched her on like nothing else and she swore her legs almost buckled.
"You better be getting back in here," he growled, his eyes darkening with lust, a sinful smirk setting on his face.
Elena was soon back in the tub, rippling through the water, straddling his thighs and bracing her hands on the edge of the tub behind his neck. It would be so easy to loose herself, to thrust hard against his body and pull him to her, but it was a priority to remember that he was hurt, and that she would be leading the way entirely.
His left hand plunged out of the water to hold her by the small of her back. His fingers splaying over her curves, pulling her towards him just that little bit closer.
"I'm scared i'll hurt you, Damon" she whispered, her hot, shaking breaths blowing against the loose waves of her hair.
"You won't" he promised, dragging her through the water, along his strong thighs and hips until she felt the head of his cock nudge her clit.
She couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped. It was already like she'd reached heaven, yet they'd barely even begun. With a confident hand, Elena kneeled upwards and groaned as she guided Damon perfectly into her waiting sheath.
Through her fluttering eyes, she saw Damon between her thick lashes, craning his neck backwards as incoherent words hummed between his lips. His hand on her back was already urging her to bob up and down on his length. She complied slowly, not wanting to get too carried away incase they over-worked his body, causing pain to his chest and ribs.
Although the wild, crazy, unbridled sex was out of the question, Elena made sure that when she rolled her hips, that she rolled hard. She didn't know whether it was because of the warm water between them, but the weightless feeling of sliding back and forth on his cock was incredible. And she was moaning, over and over again, loosing herself in their slow, lingering movements.
Every time she managed to open her eyes Damon was watching, in awe, as she claimed his body over and over again. Suddenly he dragged her upper body forward. Elena panicked for a split second until she felt his tongue roll softly over a budded nipple. It was almost like a squeak escaping her mouth, followed by high-pitched gasps as he proceeded to flicker his tongue back and forth agonizingly fast. Also making sure to roll the wet, slick pad of his thumb over her other nipple while she continued to brush back and forth rapidly along his thick length.
"Damon! Ohh fuck, Damon!"
Water began sloshing between their hips and Elena was lost. She could tell she was just shy of tipping over the edge, until Damon surprised her with his left hand and quickly began to circle her pulsing clit with a feather light touch of his fingers. Her breaths hitched in her throat, body convulsed, she could feel herself clenching and unclenching around him.
"I'm gonna come, 'Lena" he warned, but still tapping her clit relentlessly.
"It's okay" she rushed, somewhere in her subconscious remembering that she didn't tell him she was now on the pill. She told her Aunt Jenna and the doctor that she needed to be on it ease the pain she had when Aunty Flo came to visit every month. It worked surprisingly well and... "Oh!"
Out of no where Damon began to meet her thrusts, arching his hips upwards in hard jolts that brushed that magical spot deep inside her. Causing the water to spill over the sides and for her moaning to become louder.
Elena gripped her finger tips hard on each side of the tub, riding out the most intense orgasm she had experienced in her young life. She felt Damon spill deep inside her, which she felt made her orgasm that little more intense and special.
And then she couldn't help it but fall limp into his arms, making him wince in pain amid his post-orgasm relaxation
"I'm-sorry" she mumbled, trying to push herself from his body. She heard him chuckle and felt his left hand stroke over the curve of her behind.
"It's okay, I forgive you" he mumbled.
Elena smiled as she heard his deep voice rumble through his chest, placing her hand on his heart beat that once drummed hard and fast, but was slowing down to a soft rhythm.
She allowed herself to rest for another moment, but then moved away, worried she would be applying too much pressure on him. He had the most cheeky yet adorable grin on his face. Looking like the cat who'd got the cream as he hummed with content.
"I think I could be ready for round two," he said with a perfect arch of an eyebrow.
Elena laughed to herself.
"You can really be unbelievable at times, y'know that?"
"Yeah" he shrugged, "but it's why you love me so much."
"keep up the attitude and i'll leave you in here all night," she warned, but beaming down at him when she remembered they still had the rest of the night together. She didn't have to sneak away, didn't have to worry about being caught. They could be the normal, everyday couple they wanted to be and what they envied everyone else for having.
Tonight was going to be nothing short of perfect. And it was certainly going to a good start...
So there you go with part one of there evening together :-) did you all like it?
I'll be back in two weeks with a new chapter. No doubt while I'm away, i'll be thinking of some wicked ideas that they could be getting up too!
Thank you for reading and I look forward to coming back and producing some juicy, DE moments for you all!
Anna x