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Chapter Ten: Seven Minutes in Heaven

Elena

She felt incredible. They talked, they danced and they talked some more. Then she had the craziest idea; she wanted to take the subway and she wanted him with her. When he first found out what she intended, he was reluctant. She felt it when his grip loosened and his steps slowed down but then he let her have her way and now she was flying.

She was feeling rebellious and reckless. The music, his cologne and his hand in hers; it was intoxicating. She knew he was feeling it too. She saw it in those beautiful eyes of his.

When he smiled, it reached his eyes for the first time since she met him and she could not hold herself back anymore. She kissed him. After his initial surprise, he kissed her back. It was light and sweet but the strange connection between them made it intense. That moment stretched on for eternity. Even when they let go of each other, she grabbed his hand and ran the rest of the way to catch the train, her lips along with the rest of her body kept buzzing like every tiny cell was on high alert.

She could not stop smiling as they got on the train right before the doors closed and found empty seats in the corner. She knew he was afraid of being recognized and they were not exactly subtle with their fancy clothes. No one seemed to notice though and even if they did, they did not care. That was the thing about public transport; everyone looked anywhere but at each other.

It was the fastest subway ride in her life. She realized that she had not let go of his hand yet as they reached their stop. She did not have a plan of where to go so she walked, letting her feet lead her.

When she looked up and found the building with the yoga studio in front of her, she knew what she wanted and she went with it.

"Is this where you teach yoga?" He asked.

"Yes."

"What are we doing here?" She heard the confusion in his voice. Of course he would not guess what she wanted. She was not "that kind of girl" according to Caroline.

She had unlocked the door and they were inside before she turned around and faced him. "It's going to be a one-time-thing. No strings attached and we'll never speak of it again." She felt a courage cursing through her but she did not know where it came from, maybe the drinks, she thought.

His eyes widened as the understanding hit him but his surprise vanished quickly making way for a confident smirk. She was sure he used that smirk on all his women.

He brought his face inches away from hers and whispered; "Done!" right before he plunged his mouth to hers and there was nothing sweet and surprised about this kiss. It was perfectly designed to seduce. He was in his element which was the exact reason, she wanted this from him. Despite their amazing night and that magical moment at the station, she knew that she could never have him for more than one night. That was just who he was and she could have just left it at that; one beautiful kiss in an unrealistically wonderful moment, but her newly discovered reckless side wanted more. She wanted more.

Caroline was right. It had been such a long time since she had been with a guy and actually enjoyed it. Yes, she tried to date a couple of times and she even tried to be intimate with one of them but she could not enjoy it. She was stuck in her head the entre time and did not feel a thing so she faked it. She left right away and dodged his calls for weeks until he stopped calling and that was that.

Now she was in Damon Salvatore's arms and surrounded by the smell of his cologne. It was spicy and sharp but with some soft undertones. Her hands were around his neck and in his hair and he was sexy as hell. She felt it and she wanted him. God, she wanted him. His lips and hands were devouring every inch of her making her lose every rational thought she might have had left and she surrendered to the pleasure.

She moaned when she felt his hand brushing against the inside of her thigh then moving higher to reach the hem of her dress but he did not stop there. He kept moving his hand upwards taking the dress with him to reveal more and more of her skin.

His mouth left hers to trail a path of kisses along her jaw, down her neck to her covered shoulder.

She was out of breath clutching the collar of his jacket to steady herself.

He slid the fabric of her dress away from her shoulder and kissed the newly uncovered skin but he seemed to not get enough as he started to uncover more of her until her arms and her chest were bare to his eyes and the dress, just an abandoned ring of fabric around her narrow waist. He stopped moving and stood staring for a moment when he revealed her breasts. She was not wearing a bra because according to Caroline; it was a fashion crime to wear one with a backless dress plus the dress already had built-in support. She felt her cheeks heat up at his stare and to turn his attention away from her, she pushed his jacket off his shoulders then started working on the buttons of his shirt. At her movement, he seemed to remember what he was doing and resumed his ministrations. She sucked in a breath when his hand found the silky fabric of her underwear. She could not take it anymore; she had to speed things up.

Leaving half of his buttons still unopened, she moved to his pants and in a flick found her way inside and wrapped her hand around him. No underwear, as expected, she smiled to herself. A hiss slipped his lips at the contact and his breath tickled the skin underneath her ear where he was kissing and licking and driving her insane with want.

"Now!" She whispered but he clearly heard her as he pushed her against the nearest wall and pulled one of her legs to wrap it around his hips. She bucked her hips when she felt him against her. But he stopped her movement. "Wait." He reached into his pocket to pull out a condom. He slipped it on in a blink before he pushed her underwear to the side and entered her with one swift thrust.

She cried out loud and was thanking the heavens that no one could hear them because she had no chance of keeping quiet and she did not want to. The feeling of him inside of her was nearly too much and once he started moving in a steady rhythm, she cried with every thrust.

Her eyes were clamped shut as her body tried to weather the intensity but she wanted to see him. She wanted to look into his eyes for the little time she had with him. For this brief moment, he was hers… hers alone. She forced her lids open and found him staring back at her. His eyes were blue fire. They burned her but their burn only added to the pleasure. She was falling over the edge and into the abyss that was black and blue, ice cold and hot like fire all at once.

When she returned to reality panting and gasping, he was finishing his own release Them they dropped to the floor in a tangled heap of limbs.

They lay in silence trying to catch their breaths. Elena gulped mouthfuls of air that smelled like his cologne and her perfume mixed together with the scent of their lovemaking. She did not want this to end. She buried her face in his chest and closed her eyes trying to savor the moment.

"That was great," he said after a while and just like that, she came crashing back to reality. Her high spirits from before had evaporated and she was left feeling… empty.

Damon

"Yes, it was," she said with a monotone voice like she did not mean it at all. She got up and started pulling her dress back on to cover her chest and tugged the skirt back down to cover her hips.

"What are you doing?" He asked trying to make sense of her actions as he lifted himself to lean on his elbows while he watched her move around trying to find her scattered belongings.

"Getting dressed. You should do the same." Her braid was partly unraveled. She pulled out her hair tie and tied the hair back in a loose knot. She looked around and when she found what she was looking for, she ducked down to retrieve it; her purse.

All this time she had not looked at him once but now she finally turned around to face him keeping her eyes to his face. "There's a class at five thirty so try to get out before then and you can just let the door close behind you. It locks automatically"

He was speechless as he stared at her. She was leaving him half naked in a yoga studio in Brooklyn. He must have looked completely stupid because she sighed and walked back to kneel in from of him. She cupped his jaw and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. "It was a good night. Thank you, Damon." That was it; she stood up and left not looking back once. What the hell! She basically wished him a good life and what was with the "it was a good night"? She did not even think it was more than just good?

He called his driver and started putting his clothes back on in a daze. He, Damon Salvatore, womanizer, breaker of hearts who had been with countless women over the years, the one who basically invented the concept of a one-night-stand was literally used and discarded like an old pair of underwear.

He got played.

AN: Soooo, what do you think?