Damon watched through the two-way mirror, as Elena paced back and forth.
He was sorry he had lost his temper with her. Actually, he was miserable.
He wanted to hold her and kiss her, but every time he got close to her, he was blind-sided, with the knowledge she had lied to him when he was dying. "Who does that, at all times"? He said to himself.
Then there was also another small fact. She also happened to be engaged, to his brother. Oh yes, Stefan had won the girl. She had made her final pick, and it was not him. She did not even look sad when he had spied on her. Nope, there she was playing all lovey-dovey with his brother as if nothing had happened at all. As if, he had not died just a month ago. As if, he just never had mattered at all.
Then there was the matter of the baby. HIS baby. Something he had never dared to hope. Sure when he was younger, it was a given. He knew he would be a father someday. Not a father like his had been. However, at his young age and with his good looks, most of his attention had gone to making sure he did not get someone pregnant. There would be time enough for that when he got older.
Then Katherine happened to him. Yes, he thought. That was accurate she happened to him, just as all tragedies happen to somebody. She had been a tragedy to him. After that, he knew he would never hear someone call him "father". He had learned to turn his emotions off, so he did not let it bother him.
Now it was different. Now Elena, and what was inside her, had given him hope. True hope.
Nobody was going to take that away from him, not even Elena. His broken heart no longer mattered, all that mattered was that precious cargo Elena had within her. Mother be damned, if that was the way it had to be. It was not what he wanted, but he was prepared.
He still found it hard to believe Elena was so naive she had not known she was pregnant. Stupid girl.
However, he knew damn well Stefan had known. Stefan would have been able to hear the second heartbeat, just as he could. He also would have smelled the change in her hormones.
Then there was also that unmistakable glow. Elena had always been beautiful, even radiant, but now she glowed with that something extra. Improving on what he had already thought was flawless.
He smirked to himself, Elena never cease to amaze him. How he longed for things to be other than, they were, to just reach through the glass, and play happy family. There were never any happy conclusions for him.
Finally, after nearly an hour of doing anything but, he saw her reach for the ball. Again, he smirked to himself, and snickered. He knew she could not hold out forever. Curiosity killed the cat. After all, it is not as if she had anything else to do in there. Therefore, he watched and waited for her reaction.
Elena picked up the ball. She had done her best not to simply because she knew Markus wanted her to. She hated to give in, but you can only sing 100 bottles of beer on the wall, along with every other song, she could remember the words to, so many times. To say she was bored was putting it mildly. She really needed a distraction. She was tired of thinking about that lunatic Markus, and the crazy stuff he spewed.
She carefully held it to her head. Took a great big breath, trying to prepare herself for…well, she did not know what.
The ball began to play its memories. She was drawn in, as if entering a virtual reality. It almost seemed like she could feel the air, and smell the scents in the air. It all seemed vaguely familiar. As soon as she saw Damon, she did a sharp intake of breath. He looked so handsome. Just like, she remembered him. God he was hot! He seemed frustrated, and slammed his fist into a window. She felt the cold air night air come through it. "You'd better scream for help now, Elena, you shouldn't be by me. Get away quickly" he was saying to her. She looked around the room, and realized she was back in the hotel room with Damon, the night that evil fox Kitsune stolen his memory from. She realized these were the stolen memories. However, something was not right. She was not seeing it from Damon's perspective or even just hers but seemed to be watching it from a third parties view. How could someone else of seen us that night, she wondered? The ball kept playing. She saw him grab her. It gave her goose bumps remembering that embrace and the anticipation of what would come next. Yes, there it was. He was kissing her.
OMG, how she wished she had that moment to do differently. She watched herself pull away and thought you idiot! She watched him taste her tear, and the look of shock on his face when he realized her secret. How embarrassing. The great womanizer Damon Salvatore finding out she was still a virgin. Yet she watched, as his face grew tender. Odd, she thought. It seemed to set his mind at ease. Here it was, one of her most embarrassing moments, and he was looking at her, like awh…what a cute kitten trying to pretend it is a full-grown cat.
Never the less she watched, as she was once again, pulled back into his arms. She raised her lips willingly to his lips. She suddenly felt drugged and on fire all at the same time. A wild fire was quickly spreading at an alarming rate towards her crotch. Damn…he still makes me wet she thought as she continued watching. She remembered the feeling, or illusion of being wrapped in his wings. On the other hand, maybe it was just his aura, which made her feel so surrounded with no escape. It must have been a vampire thing, she told herself, since she could see now there were no wings, yet she remembered clearly thinking there had been. She watched as they breathed in unison. Sharing each other's breath. She felt a tear slide down. Not inside the ball world, but outside of it she knew she was crying. Inside all she could think was "must be closer", it was their moment, and they were one. It felt like every second of her life had led up to and for this one moment with him. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed, just her, and him, and it was the most perfect feeling she had ever felt.
The scene started to change. She watched as he laid her on the bed. Yes, she thought I remember us holding each other
Then waking up the next morning; however, this seemed to not be stopping there.
Damon was hovering over her. Literally suspended in air, while his lips were still on hers. She was reaching, trying to pull him closer. He stayed her hands.
"Elena," he said, "I can't hold out much longer, I don't want to do anything you will regret. I love you to much for that. I think I should leave".
She was answering him "No Damon please, don't leave me, not now. Give me this one night. Let this be our night, no one can ever take from us. We do not know what waits for us in the Dark Dimension, we do not even know if we will survive. This may be all we ever have. Please Damon.
He kissed her tenderly and whispered, "I love you Elena, and I have since the first moment I laid eyes on you. I will never, could never regret one second spent with you. But, it would kill me if you did. I have to know this is what you really want."
Elena had to put the ball down. She was gasping. "No, no, no," how could this be? How could I not remember this? Of all things... This? Elena felt violated. Not by Damon, but by whoever had robbed her of this. This is one of the most special memories of a girl's life! All this time she had felt bad for Damon, that he had been robbed, of their night of holding each other. Now she was finding out, he was not the only one robbed. The tears were now sobs. Sobs for all the stolen kisses and feelings she had felt while with Damon in the Dark Dimension, and the lack of understanding she had for her feelings at the time.
Poor Damon. Poor me. Robbed of what could have been. Used as someone's personal porn movie. She wished she could kill that stupid fox 100 times. Even if she could, it would not change the fact that because she had not known she had pushed Damon right into Bonnie's arms. They may have shared one night of love, but in the end it was Bonnie, he had ended up loving not her. Things may have turned out differently had she been able to remember this night.
She was now mad as hell, but still had to finish watching the ball.
With trembling hands, she put it to her head again. It seem to start up, right where it had left off, like a movie on pause. She was reaching up to quell Damon's doubts. Pushing off his jacket, and running her fingers up under his shirt. "No turning back," he said. His mouth descended on hers, in a fiery kiss. A kiss that now seemed somewhat familiar although she did not know why. His hands were now on her stomach under her shirt and softly trailing upwards.
She was outright sweating. It seemed odd to loose your virginity through someone else's eyes, yet feel some of the feelings you felt that night. Elena was sure if she breathed any harder, she would hyperventilate. Damn, it felt good though!
He was pulling her shirt off, and she was letting him, even trying to help him. Following suit, he quickly removed his own. My God she though, as she viewed the image of Damon shirtless. She could see a six-pack, and flat taunt stomach, with a happy trail leading down that promised greater rewards to come. She saw the v line as his jeans slipped down a bit. Her breath caught in her throat. While her heart pounded.
Damon smirked at her, "like what you see". He already knew the answer to that, and cupped her breasts swirling his tongue around each nipple, he had so expertly relieved from her bra, without her as much noticing She had been to busy, admiring the scenery. He reached for the button on her jeans and looked her in the eye, as if to say. Last chance.
She just raised her hips to help. He quickly shed his own jeans, and he was a glorious sight. He was actually beautiful, she thought, and suddenly felt inadequate. She was not used to having a guy be prettier than her, but he was. She was trembling now with a little bit of fear of the unknown. He kissed her belly button, and she let out a nervous giggle. He looked up, one eyebrow raised at her. Then smiled back with a knowing type smile. Elena knew she could not be in better hands. She could not ask for a more experienced lover, and while this comforted her a bit, but it also unnerved her. What if she did not compare to what he was use to. She did not know what to do.
" Damon"? She said. "Yes My Princess"? He answered in a thick husky voice. "Umm...I do not know…" she started to say. He stopped her. By putting a finger to her mouth and said "Shhh, don't worry, just relax, and let me take care of the rest...I do know."
He then resumed kissing her pelvis, working his way down to her thighs. She thought her heart would stop, when she felt his breath on her entrance. Nerves getting the better of her, she started to sit up, and push him away. He just gently pushed her back and took both her hands in one of his, and continued what he had started. Elena quickly realized he had effectively immobilized her. Using his body weight, to part her thighs. Suddenly his tongue had replaced his breath, and Elena felt a jolt go through her. Oh my Lord, she thought. She had heard about oral sex, or as her crowed called it "going down" but she had no idea how pleasurable it would feel.
Throwing her head back, she began to involuntarily moan. She was amazed to hear such an animalistic primal sound escape her. At the same time, it turned her on. It must have turned him on also, because he seemed to double his efforts. Elena felt like something was going to happen, as if a damn was going to break. She started fighting the feeling. Trying to stop whatever it was. This seemed to be approaching like a freight train.
Damon quickly changed his position, so now he was kissing her neck, and his member was rubbing up and down her entrance. Elena was squeezing her eyes shut tight, trying to get herself back into control. Suddenly Damon's mouth captured hers and his tongue dived deeply in her mouth. At the same time, she felt him enter her with one quick thrust. Her whole body went rigid at the pain, but Damon seemed to swallow her scream. Frantic now she tried to beat him off her, pushing with all her might. He just lay still inside of her. When she had run out of steam, he removed his mouth, and whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry, it just the way it happens the first time, but it's only like that once, and it will get better, I promise". Then he started to move again. Slowly, very slowly.
The pain did seem to be dying out. It was replaced, by a new feeling, a feeling of wanting more.
Suddenly she too was moving her hips. It seemed so natural. His thrust started to speed up, and Elena, started feeling like she wanted him to go faster. Digging her nails into his back, while clinging for dear life, as if on a rollercoaster. This however was the best ride, best high, best feeling, it was everything wrapped up into one. All she knew was she wanted more. Damon was softly growling in her ear, and it turned her on like their was no tomorrow! She was unaware how long they had been at it, when she started to feel that dam getting ready to break feeling again. To be honest it scared her.
It was so intense. "Damon I think we need to stop...now, something is weird; I don't know what's happening." Damon smirked at her 'just let it. Stop fighting it and just feel." he answered. No sooner had he said those words than it felt like something inside her exploded. It was indescribable. She screamed, bucked under him, and squirmed all at the same time. Oh my God, Oh my God God…Damon…God-DAMON.I LOVE YOU!' she screamed. He seemed to triple his pace, and shove as deep in her as he could and shuddered, with a loud moan. "Oh Elena, I love you too!" He answered, and they just laid there entwined with each other, neither wanting to separate. It was like that, that they had fallen asleep.