So sorry for the long absese for me anyway. this is the longest I've ever been away from a particular story without the excuse of being away. I was totally ensconsed in the world of the "fifty shades of grey" books. they are incredible. but here we go, on with the show... let me know what you think.
"Elena. Baby wake up. We're here." Damon said as he gently shook her from her slumber.
"I can't believe I fell asleep." she said yawning.
"That's alright. I love watching you sleep." he told her.
"You were supposed to be watching the road my dear vampire. Not me sleeping." she told him smirking slightly.
"I have amazing reflexes babe. I can watch you and still maintain complete control over this car." he alerted her.
"That is kind of creepy. You are veering into stalker territory." she told him.
"I am a very good stalker. For the record darling you talk in your sleep." he said getting out of the car and walking towards the hotel. Elena's eyes widened and she leaped out of the car after him.
"You can't just tell me that then run off Damon." she screeched at him as she followed him into the posh hotel.
"Sure I can. Come on, I want to get a room." he said suggestively.
"I want to see Jeremy, and for you to tell me what I said in my sleep." she told him crossing her arms across her chest, causing her breasts to push up.
"Doing that isn't going to help you. You can pout all you want." he told her.
"I am not pouting. I am simply imploring you to tell me what you know. It's rude not to tell me." she told him trying to pout but failing miserably.
"It's not going to happen." he said stopping in front of the reception desk. "I need a room... pronto." he told the bored young man at the desk.
"We have no available rooms right now sir." he said not even raising his eyes from the computer game Damon could hear coming from the computer.
"Look at me." he demanded. The guy raised his gaze for a moment and that was just enough time for Damon to lock him in his spell.
"You will find me a suite now. I want the best. Even if it is currently occupied. Get rid of the tenants." he compelled.
"Get you the best room." he repeated back monotone. Damon nodded imperceptibly, clearing impressed with his skills at compulsion.
"Do you think you could play fair for one moment." Elena nudged him.
"Why play fair when I have all these fun tricks?" he asked grinning at her.
"I am still mad at you." she told him turning away from him.
"That's fine. I'm sure I could make you smile, but I had better wait until we are alone." he said smirking.
"You are vile. A vile and repulsive creature you is purposely withholding information from me." she snapped turning away from him once again. When the newly helpful boy handed Damon a card key to the Presidential Suite Damon grinned and grabbed Elena's hand pulling her to the elevator.
"Are you going to tell me what I said in my sleep?" she demanded.
"Nope. This is my information. I don't want to tell you. Think of it as a bargaining chip." he told her, his eyes glinting.
"Ugh you are incorrigible." she groaned.
"Thank you." he said grinning widely. She rolled her eyes and waited impatiently for the elevator doors to open. When they did he gestured for her to get out before him as he led her to the room. He opened the door and found an impeccably clean room. The boy was clearly just being difficult when Damon demanded a room the first time. This one was available the entire time.
"I am calling Jer." Elena said walking over to king sized bed that dominated a good portion of the room. She dialled his familiar number into the phone and waited while it rang.
"Hello?" a confused Jeremy stated into the phone.
"Jer, its Elena." she said.
"Elena, its good to hear from you. Where are you calling from?" he asked.
"A hotel. I am with Damon." she said smiling despite herself.
"Ah, so its still good?" he clarified.
"Yep." she answered.
"And mom and dad flipped?" he asked.
"Dad flipped, mom was strange. She almost didn't care. It was very odd." Elena answered.
"Now I have to ask, and keep in mind I don't particularly want to know the answer. If you and Damon just got back together, and you have an entire hotel room to yourselves. Why on Earth are you talking to me?" he asked clearly questioning her sanity.
"Because we may be together, but I don't like him right now." she answered.
"Do I dare ask why?" Jeremy asked.
"He is keeping some very crucial information from me." she answered glaring at Damon as she said it.
"What kind of information?" Jeremy probed.
"I fell asleep on the way here, and apparently I talk. He wont tell me what I said." she whined.
"Even I know you talk in your sleep." Jeremy laughed.
"It doesn't matter. I just want to know what I said. It's not fair to keep it from me." she whined.
"I'm sure he'll tell you." Jeremy tried to comfort his sister.
"No he wont. He's an ass." she said loudly.
"Well then find some way to make him tell you. I'll let you go now, so you can get your information out of him. Do you want to meet for breakfast tomorrow morning?" he asked.
"Yes. Where?" Elena asked.
"Which hotel are you in?" he asked trying to gauge where they were.
"The Marriott. Stupid, overly rich bastard." she seethed. Damon clutched his heart on the other side of the room theatrically.
"Lucky. Well there is an IHOP a couple blocks away. Why don't we meet there?" he offered.
"Sounds good to me." Elena, said giggling when picturing Damon in an IHOP.
"What?" Jeremy asked amused.
"I'm just picturing Damon in an IHOP. It's funny. He'll be so out of place." she giggled.
"I'll let you go Elena. I cant wait to see you tomorrow." he said.
"Me too. Night Jer." she said before hanging up.
"You wound me Miss Gilbert." Damon said sauntering over to where she was sitting on the big bed.
"You wound me by not telling me what I said in my sleep. Isn't withholding information from me illegal?" she asked grasping at straws.
"No it isn't." he said reclining on the bed beside her.
"I don't think I want you here beside me. I want you over there where I don't have to look at you." she said.
"Nah, I'll stay here, you just ignore me." he said smirking. She groaned and glared at the ceiling before a brilliant idea her mind.
"What if I torture it out of you?" she asked evilly.
"I am intrigued. What do you have in mind Miss Elena?" he asked curiously, his eyes widening at the idea.
"It is torture for a reason." she told him as she straddled his hips on the bed.
"I'm liking this kind of torture." he said as he tried to lean in for a kiss.
"Uh uh. No. You do not get to touch me." she said backing away from him.
"Damn it." he gasped as her hands went to his jeans and popped open the button.
"Lift." she said as she tried to fight his jeans over his hips. He obliged her and lifted his hips so she could pull the jeans down his legs. As usual he went commando. What was it with this man and underwear? Was he against them or something? But she couldn't bring herself to care, with him underwear-less, it was one less item to remove from his hot body.
"What do you have in mind?" he asked.
"I. Am. Going. To. Torture. You." she repeated, enunciating every word.
"This is looking more like pleasure to me." he said shrugging his shoulders.
"Wait and see." she told him smiling innocently. How someone could smile innocently while staring at his dick with a carnal appreciation on her face was beyond him. Licking her lips she swooped in and took his tip in her mouth, sucking him hard. He shouted out and flung his head back connecting with the wall.
"Fuck." she shouted as the momentary pain flashed through him but quickly disappeared. She smiled around his length. He was getting riled up very quickly. He was fully hard in her mouth, but she refused to give up. She was going to get what she wanted one way or another.
"Oh God. How do you do this to me? I'm so close." he said. She stopped sucking immediately and removed her mouth from his length smirking at him.
"You tell me, I'll fix you." she said.
"What?" he asked horrified.
"You heard me." she said as she slowly started stroking his tumescent dick.
"Elena... please." he begged.
"Not until you tell me." she told him innocently. She was moving too slow for pleasure, just enough to make him ache. He needed to cum but she was pumping him so slowly that it was going to take forever for him to get here. After a few moments of her torture he looked up at her with hooded eyes.
"If I tell you, will you let me cum?" he tried to bargain.
"Sure." she said shrugging her shoulders.
" You said that I had the hottest body you've ever seen, and that you liked licking every inch of me. Then you said you loved me." he said panting.
"You already knew that." she told him.
"It was nice to hear just the same. Now I told you, so finish me off woman." he demanded.
"So pushy." she said before latching back onto his dick and sucking until he exploded in her mouth. He breathed heavily while he recovered from that.
"You are so evil." he stated as he rose to push her into the bed.
"What? Me? Evil?" she asked mock shocked.
"Yes, you. That was torturous, not being able to cum. It nearly killed me." he admitted.
"Now you know not to cross me Mr Salvatore. I can be quite vindictive." she said as she nipped at one of his flat male nipples. He growled in response and thrust his hardened length into her denim covered core.
"I need to get you out of these clothes." he said.
"But it's late. We should get some sleep. We're meeting Jer at the IHOP tomorrow morning." she said.
"This is more pressing at the moment." he alerted her.
"I digress. I know arguing will get me nowhere." she sighed.
"Good girl." he said before swooping in and kissing her passionately while he slowly removed her clothes.
"What do you mean she's not in her room? Of course she is. I sent her there myself." Grayson roared the next morning at breakfast, after calling Elena for the past ten minutes to join them.
"She's not there Gray. If you want, go check for yourself. She snuck out." Miranda said.
"How did she get out?" he said warily.
"Probably the window." Miranda stated.
"This is it. I am going over to the Salvatore House and finding them." he said grabbing his jacket and leaving the house. Everyone in town knew where the Salvatore house was, and it took no time to find it. He walked up the front walk and pounded on the door.
"Can I help you?" a younger man asked.
"Is Damon home, or is my daughter here?" Grayson demanded.
"Ah, you're Elena's dad, aren't you. I'm Stefan Salvatore. Damon's brother. But Damon nor Elena are here right now. Sorry for the inconvenience." he said politely.
"Where are they? Do you know?" Grayson asked.
"I'm not entirely sure. All Damon said to me was that they went on a road trip. The only thing I can think of is that they went to see someone." Stefan said.
"Thank you Stefan." Grayson said turning and walking away from the house.
"We have to get up. We're going to be late." Elena giggled as she tried to fight her way out of Damon's embrace.
"Why don't we stay here a little bit longer. You know what they say about being fashionably late." he begged kissing the spot underneath her ear that makes her go wild.
"It's my brother. He'll know why we're late. I don't want him to have to think about that. We have to go." she said finally succeeding in breaking his grip.
"Fine. Although I would be perfectly content in staying here in bed all day." he told her.
"I'm sure you would be. But we have to go have breakfast with Jeremy." she said slipping back into her panties and pulling her jeans on.
"Fine." he said swinging his legs out of the other side of the bed and finding his clothes. When they were both decent - well as decent as they could be wearing the same clothes they arrived in last night.
"Let's go." she said taking his hand and pulling him out the door. They walked down to the car and drove to the IHOP that Jeremy had told them about.
"Elena!" Jeremy said leaping from the table he had secured for them and hugging her.
"Oh Jer. I'm so happy to see you. I missed you so much." she said hugging him back fiercely.
"You must be Damon. I'm Jeremy, Elena's handsome younger brother." he said holding out his hand for Damon's.
"I'm Damon, Elena's hot boyfriend." Damon said.
"I'm so happy to hear and see that my big sis here is finally rebelling. And in a big way too. An older man. Whew, I bet dad is thrilled." Jeremy said smirking.
"Oh he is. The worst part is that he really hates Damon. On a personal level. He went ballistic when I told him about us." she said.
"Good. Dad needs to step down a few notches before he can even attempt to be a good parent. Which I don't think is on his to do list. So tell me about rebellion? I'm curious." he said taking a drink from his coffee.
"Well it all started with getting inked. Then I liked that so much that I got several more tattoos. My most notable one would be this." she said holding out her wrist with Damon's initials etched into her skin.
"DS. I'm guessing Damon something or other." he said.
"Damon Salvatore." she said grinning.
"Ah yes. Italian." Jeremy said recalling a former conversation with his sister about Damon.
"Shut up. How is your life?" Elena asked grinning.
"Great. I love it here, but most of all I love being out from underneath mom and dad. They were suffocating me, I know you know how that feels Lena. Now my life is perfect." he said grinning.
"I really did intend on running away and coming here. But Damon changed that for me" she said.
"Did you ever find out what you said in your sleep?" he asked curiously.
"Um yes. I choose not to divulge that information though. My subconscious can be quite vile when she wants to be." Elena said wincing.
"I don't want to know. My guess is its smutty." he said as he took a bite of the pancakes he had ordered. Elena ate her waffles while Damon ate pancakes. They all heard Jeremy's cell phone ring on the table and Jeremy picked it up sighing when he saw the number.
"Hello." he greeted politely.
"Jeremy Gilbert, put your sister on the phone right now." Grayson said into the phone.
"Well nice to hear from you to dad." Jeremy said sarcastically.
"Put Elena on." he demanded.
"She's not here." Jeremy said playing dumb.
"Don't lie to me. I know she's there." Grayson said.
"Fine." Jeremy said handing over the phone. Elena looked wary but resigned. She looked ready to fight.
"Hello dad." she said strongly.
"Elena Marie Gilbert get home right now or else I will come to Richmond and get you myself. I mean it young lady." he yelled.
"You know what? Screw you. I will come home when I feel like it. I am visiting my brother with my boyfriend. So just leave me alone." she demanded.
"You are grounded young lady. Do you not remember that moment the other night?" he yelled.
"Of course I remember. But it doesn't matter. I am here and I am not coming home until I am ready. And you cant call me either, because my cell phone is with you." she said.
"Damn it Elena, just come home." Grayson said coldly.
"No." she said just before she hung up.