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All I Need Chapter 27: I Was Wrong
Elena sighs as she stares at herself in the bathroom mirror.
Between last night's near-death excursion with Katherine and the kidnapping, and now this new revelation about being a literal sacrifice for some ancient vampire/werewolf curse, she's just done.
It doesn't help that after she'd thrown her arms around Damon and held onto him for dear life at that old house, he'd still not said one word to her on the drive home. In fact, he hadn't said much to anyone.
Stefan had tried to keep the conversation light, but it was so awkward and eventually the car had fallen into silence.
When they dropped her off at her house, Damon was still quiet, other than to tell her to get some sleep.
She'd assumed he would have fed her some of his blood to heal her wounds, but he hadn't offered and she was too afraid to ask.
And then she'd gone inside feeling more confused and frustrated than ever.
She sighs again, feeling her heart aching. It really is over. Damon has made his choice.
Obviously even being kidnapped by vampires isn't enough to get him to change his mind and just be with her.
At least, that's what's on her mind right before she steps out of the bathroom and spots him seated in front of her window.
"Damon!" She gasps in surprise. "You scared me. I thought you left."
He looks up at her, a half-smirk on his lips as he glances over her tiny blue tank top and shorts.
"Didn't want to wake Aunt Jenna by coming up the stairs," he shrugs, as if it's obvious why he would be sneaking through her bedroom window at this hour. "Cute PJs, by the way" he says playfully.
Despite the fact that she's still a bit annoyed with him she can't help the blush that heats her cheeks. But then she remembers that he broke up with her not even seventy two hours ago and her anger returns.
"I'm tired, Damon," she sighs. "So whatever you came here to say...can we just skip over the flirty banter and get to the part where you tell me what you're doing in my room this late?"
"Well, you did get abducted last night," Damon points out. "I wanted to make sure you were safe."
She glares coldly at him. "I'm fine."
"You're still mad," Damon frowns.
She crosses her arms across her chest. "No, I'm not mad, Damon. I'm hurt!" she snaps. "You give me the greatest vacation of my life, tell me you love me, and then the second things go wrong you tell me it's over, and I don't even get a say in that decision! And then, on top of all of that, you keep me in the dark about your plans to kill Katherine, have Alaric babysit me, bring all my friends and Jeremyin on it, and then when you find out Katherine linked herself to me and I felt everything..." her voice breaks and tears sting her eyes. "You didn't even come to see if I was okay."
He visibly winces at her words, his head still lowered in shame.
"Not my finest hour, I'll admit," he says. "But at the time I thought it was better if I didn't see you..."
"Why?" she demands. "I mean, sure, you broke up with me, but I thought we could have at least been friends."
He shakes his head. "That's just it, Elena," he says. "If I'd gone to you last night, I never would have been able to face what was coming next. I wouldn't have been able to go through with it."
She can feel the coil of deep sorrow twisting inside of her heart as she processes his words. She knows what he means without him having to say it.
"You were just going to leave, and you weren't even going to tell me?" Her voice is shaky as she sees the truth in his pained expression.
"No," he confirms. "I thought it would be easier if I just made a clean break."
"Easier?" she cries. "Damon, there is nothing easy about any of this! Even now, you being in my room like this...it's killing me. I ran to you the moment I saw you and I didn't ever want to let you go again. There was no doubt in my mind that you were coming to rescue me, even before Bonnie sent the message. But then you let go first. I held you tight and you let go."
"Because I had to!" Damon tells her bitterly. "Don't you see? Ever since you became part of my world you've been in danger, and I just want you to be happy, Elena. I just want you to grow up and have the life you deserve, and I can't give that to you. So yes, I let you go, and it's the hardest thing I've ever had to do but I love you too much to see you throw your life away for me. I'm not worth it!"
"Then why are you here?" she points out. "Why are you in my bedroom right now and not speeding in your car down the highway out of town?"
"Because I probably won't get very far," Damon says, "And because I can't do this anymore."
"Well that makes two of us," Elena snaps. "So if you want to leave…then just tell me you don't love me and be done with it."
Damon shakes his head. "I'm not here to say goodbye," he says.
"Then why are you here?" Elena asks, softening a little bit, her heart full of hope.
Damon lets something fall from his hand, dangling by a silver chain.
"To bring you this," he says.
"My necklace," she says. "I thought I lost it."
He shakes his head and rises to stand up, moving toward her. She takes a breath to calm the rapid beating of her heart. She wants desperately for him to kiss her and tell her that all of this has just been a bad dream.
Elena's hand hovers in mid air, and she bites her lip. She wants so badly to touch him, but she is afraid. The last time Damon was brooding like this it had ended with him breaking up with her, so instead she holds it out with her palm up, ready to receive her necklace.
"Elena," he says softly, "Before I give this back...I've been keeping something from you, and I can't do it anymore. You have to know this...you deserve to know..."
"Why do you have to say it with my necklace?" she asks, feeling apprehensive.
"Because what I did...it was probably one of the most selfish things I've ever done in my life," he tells her. "And when you finally know the truth...I just hope you'll forgive me."
She takes a breath, seeing the truth and the pain in his eyes. "You compelled away a memory," she says softly.
He nods. "I did," he confirms.
"W-when?" she asks, feeling her stomach clench tightly in dread.
She can feel her head spinning and she sits down on the bed, feeling like she was just sucker punched. She tries to recall whether there was a time in South Carolina where there was a gap in her memory, or even Atlanta. She is sure that he didn't do it then, but what if...no, he wouldn't have. It had to be before they got close, before they had discovered what they meant to each other, and if that was it...it had to have happened before Stefan gave her the necklace."
Damon runs his hands through his hair, agitated, and sits down next to her. But he doesn't touch her. He is good enough to respect her need to process this new information.
"It's okay...it's not actually anything bad." He smirks playfully, "Actually, if I hadn't done it...things might have just turned out...differently between us."
"How different?" she asks.
Damon turns to look at her, his expression serious again. "Elena, you have a choice here. I can tell you, or I can just show you. I can give the memory back to you. Truthfully, it wasn't right for me to take it in the first place, but then...you were just a girl on the road with an uncanny resemblance to my ex, waiting for her parents to come pick her up."
"That night..." Elena's eyes widen in realization. "You were there?"
"It's your choice, Elena," he repeats again. "We can continue our story as it is now, with our first meeting at the boarding house, or I can give you back our real first meeting. It might hurt though, because it kills me every day knowing how much time we lost. If I had only been honest with you from the start..." he sighs. "It's not easy knowing that you could have had your soul mate all along, and the mistakes we made, what we did to each other...all of it...I've had to live with that burden and wonder what could have happened between us and I could have given you the memory back at the boarding house but I didn't, because I wasn't ready to face what I felt for you."
"I want to know," she says. "Show me."
Damon turns to look into her eyes and she can see the pain there. "Please forgive me," he says, a tear slipping from his right eye and sliding down his cheek.
And then suddenly she's no longer in her room, but instead she's on the side of the road near Wickery Bridge, watching a younger version of herself on the phone.
Her past self is distraught and Elena knows it's because she's talking to Bonnie about breaking up with Matt.
Up ahead, she spots a lone figure lying out in the middle of the road. Damon.
His past self rises up at the sound of Past Elena's voice, and then he's in front of her.
"Katherine," he says. Elena catches the hint of relief and love in his tone, as if he's finally found the one woman he'd been searching for.
"No...I'm Elena," her younger self says, confused.
"Oh. You...you just look..." Damon studies her past self carefully and Elena watches him as he tries to figure out why she looks so much like Katherine. He shrugs it off, smiling his most charming smile.
"I'm sorry," he says. "You just really remind me of someone. I'm Damon."
"Not to be rude or anything, Damon, but it's kind of creepy that you're out here in the middle of nowhere," her past self says. Elena laughs to herself. Of course she would point that out.
"You're one to talk," Damon smirks. "You're out here all by yourself."
"It's Mystic Falls," she says, shrugging nonchalantly. "Nothing bad ever happens here." She sighs, and it's clear that even back then, even when they hadn't gotten as close as they are now...with Damon she just opened up so easily. Elena is fascinated how quickly her guard drops, and Damon has not compelled her...yet.
She frowns. Why had he erased something so uneventful? What was she missing?
"I got into a fight with my boyfriend," her past self confesses.
To her surprise, Damon actually seems intrigued by her teenage drama. Almost like he cared far more than he let on…
"About what?" He holds up his hands in front of his chest playfully in surrender. "May I ask?"
"Life, the future," Past Elena sighs, "He's got it all mapped out."
"And you don't want it?" Damon guesses.
"I don't know what I want," her past self replies.
"Well, that's not exactly true," Damon says. "You want what everybody wants…"
"What?" Her past self asks playfully, "A mysterious stranger who has all the answers?"
Damon smiles at her little quip and Elena feels the warmth in her chest watching their past selves interacting. They had that spark and banter between them from the start. She hadn't imagined it. It hadn't been compulsion. It wasn't even something that had grown from their many encounters. It had been there, under the surface, all this time. It was just…there.
She understands now…why it had been so hard for him. Why Damon had looked so torn every time she'd tried to deny their connection in the past…and why he hadn't claimed her fully.
It was because of this memory.
There was something here that he remembered so clearly, and he'd made her forget it because at the time he'd been different. He'd been focused on getting Katherine out of the tomb and tormenting Stefan, but with her…Elena can see that she'd affected him. With any other person the Damon back then might have had a little snack, but not her…he hadn't bitten her.
No…he'd made her forget this for another reason.
She listens intently as Damon of the past charms the Elena of the past with that eye-thing and sexy smirk, and she can feel the chemistry between them.
"Hmm..Well, let's just say I've been around a long time. I've learned a few things," he says cryptically.
"So, Damon…" Past Elena says, a little flirtatiously as if challenging him to impress her. "What is it that I want?"
"You want a love that consumes you," Damon says. He steps closer, his voice becoming lower…seductive. "You want passion, and adventure, and even a little danger."
Elena gasps. Those words.
She'd heard them in her dreams sometimes; especially when she'd found herself dreaming of him. It's what she's always felt with him, and it had confused her so much. She'd tried to ignore it. But this was it…this was what Damon had erased from her memory and kept from her. He'd known what she desired most, he'd reflected her deepest desires back to her, and that spark had ignited within her. Like a flame being brought to life.
And somehow something had happened…what was it? Had he kissed her? Had her past self put the moves on him? Had he bitten her?
What was it that had her Damon looking so guilty?
"So, what do you want?" her past self asks.
Damon smiles.
This is it…he looks like he's about to seduce her right there…after all, the Damon she'd met in the boarding house had been just as charming and suave in his attempts to seduce and she remembers his early days of bringing sorority girls home for his feasting pleasure.
But he doesn't touch her. Instead the car horn sounds and her past self turns to see the car pulling up.
"That's my parents," her past self tells him.
Elena feels that pang in her heart. She knows Damon wasn't there when her parents picked her up.
She knows she won't get to see them.
The memory will end.
He's going to compel her now.
"I want you to get everything you're looking for," Damon says softly. "But right now I want you to forget that this happened. I can't have people knowing I'm in town yet." He smiles softly. "Good night, Elena."
And then he's gone and the memory fades.
Damon is sitting in front of her once again, staring at her with a look of fear in his eyes. Fear of what she's going to say now that she knows the truth.
Elena knows she should say something, but this is a lot to process. All she can do is stare back, the tears forming in her eyes. All that time. She'd been longing for it, knowing that something had been missing with Stefan, and she'd tried to ignore it. But it was there.
What she'd truly wanted was a love that consumed her.
Passion.
Adventure.
A little bit of danger.
That powerful love that could not be ignored, no matter how little it made sense or how much she tried to rationalize why it couldn't happen.
It was there.
"Elena," Damon says softly, pleadingly. "Please, say something."
She opens her mouth, but the words are hard to form right now. She takes a breath to calm herself.
"We met first." Elena stares at him in disbelief.
"Yes," he says, looking ashamed.
"All this time, when I was wondering what might have happened if I'd met you first, instead of Stefan...you knew? Why didn't you just tell me?" Her voice is breaking and she can feel the hot tears forming in her eyes. The pain is unbearable. "Damon, why didn't you say anything?"
"I didn't think it would have made a difference," he sighs. "You told me it would always be Stefan."
"But you knew..." she shakes her head. "Damon...if you had only told me...if you had given me those memories earlier..."
"I know," he says sadly. "God...Elena, it's been killing me to not have you know this. That meeting...I didn't know what it was I had felt on the road when I met you, when I looked into your eyes and I saw all your hopes and dreams. I wasn't the man I am today, but even back then..."
He reaches out to brush his hand over her cheek and strokes downward. His eyes gaze intensely into hers.
"Meeting you...it changed me. I truly wanted you to have everything...and that's why I tried to let you go."
He bites his lip, pulling away again. "I'm sorry, Elena. I'm so sorry. It's my fault you were so torn between your loyalty to Stefan and what you felt for me. I'm the reason we lost so much time, and even after I realized I was in love with you I still didn't tell you because I was afraid you would hate me for it. But then I almost lost you today, and I realized that all I wanted to do was tell you everything because I love you...and it's because I love you that I can't be selfish with you anymore. It's why you deserve to know this...Those memories weren't mine to take. I had no right..."
"You were being careful," Elena says. "I get why you did it, but Damon...when we were in Georgia I didn't have my necklace. Why didn't you show me then? When I was with you, having a good time and I left Stefan. You could have shown me and I would have remembered that spark was always there, that it was supposed to be you all along."
"Because a part of me already knew that you deserved better than I could give you," Damon says softly. "I meant what I said to you, Elena. I want you to have everything. I want the world for you, and no matter how much I desire to keep you, no matter how much it kills me to let you go...I don't deserve you. And that's why you couldn't know...because if you'd known the truth..."
"I would have chosen you," Elena finishes for him. "And I still do, Damon. It doesn't matter how much you try to tell me you're no good for me. It doesn't matter if you keep pushing me away. You said it yourself. I want a love that consumes me. That's us, Damon. It's not only real with us, it's all-consuming. I can't stop loving you, no matter how much I tried and no matter what you compelled me to forget. The more I tried to deny our connection...Damon, it was always there. From the moment I first looked into your eyes, I saw you. And when I watched us together in that memory...Damon, what you felt when you met me on the road, I knew what it was. I recognized it right away. It's the same thing that I feel when I look at you. You saw me too. Even back then...Damon, it was fate. It was always supposed to be you."
"What are you saying?" Damon stares at her, as if he can't believe what he's hearing.
Elena shifts closer to him, reaching out to take his hands in hers. "I'm saying it doesn't matter what happened in the past," she says. "And it doesn't matter if things might have been different if you hadn't compelled me to forget. Maybe they could have been, or maybe things might have still been complicated. I mean, you were still obsessed with Katherine back then. For all we know I might still have met Stefan and denied my attraction to you and you might have convinced yourself it was all a game between us...but it doesn't matter what past me would have done. She's not here. And I don't want to live in the past, Damon. I don't want to waste anymore time. Life is too short. I don't know what would have happened to me if you and Stefan hadn't shown up and found me when you did. I don't even know what is going to happen now. Whoever Katherine's running from, it has something to do with me and our family line...and I only know one thing...we can't count on anything but right now. I could die, or you could die trying to save me, and we might never have another moment together. My parents' deaths taught me that we can't count on there being a tomorrow; and just because you're immortal doesn't mean we have all the time in the world to tell each other everything we mean to each other. So it doesn't matter what past me would have chosen because the past is a place where you and I weren't together...and I don't want to live there. I want to live now, with you."
"Elena," Damon reaches out and pulls her close to him, holding her so tight as if afraid to let her go. She squeezes him back just as hard.
"Promise me this is forever," she whispers into his ear. "Promise me you aren't going to let me go again."
"I promise," he says, breathing in her scent. "I will never leave you again."
He pulls back and notices the tear streaks down her cheeks. He brushes his thumb over them, moving downward to her lips. His eyes focus there and he can feel his hunger stirring.
Her eyes meet his and are dark with desire. She's tired too, he can tell, but there's still that longing for him. It's reminds him of that first night in the hotel, when she confessed her feelings. He'd almost given the memory back in that moment, but then fear had held him back. He wonders why he had been so afraid now, because Elena really has chosen him.
He lowers his head, bringing his lips to hers. The fire ignites instantly and she brings her hands up to tangle in his hair, half pulling him on top of her as she leans back on her bed.
Damon is so very tempted to take her right here, but he knows both Jenna and Jeremy are home and Elena can get quite loud...
He pulls away. "This is going to turn x-rated very quickly if we keep this up," he groans. "And I don't think Aunt Jenna or your brother will appreciate being woken up because you were screaming my name."
"You're probably right," Elena frowns. She gets up from the bed and walks to her desk.
Damon furrows his brow in confusion. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for a pen and paper," she says. "To leave a note for Jeremy."
"Why?" Damon asks.
She smiles playfully. "Because we have a code, and if I'm going to spend the night with my boyfriend, I'll need him to cover for me."
One hour later Elena is soaking in the hot water in Damon's bathtub. She moans softly as his lips brush over her neck and shoulder and her fingers tangle in his wet hair, pulling him closer.
"Mmmm, I could really get used to this," she purrs.
"So could I..." Damon murmurs against her neck. "Any chance we could compel Aunt Jenna to let you just move in here?"
"Don't even joke about that," Elena says, playfully swatting him on his shoulder. "I still haven't figured out how to tell her that I'm dating you, and she can't stand you, remember?"
"I'm sure she'll warm up to me," Damon replies confidently. "Actually, I heard a rumor from Ric that she was going to set me up with one of her friends. Some sexy reporter girl..."
Elena pulls back, staring in shock. "You never told me that," she says, accusingly.
Damon puts his hands up in defense, bubbles slipping between his fingers.
"Hey, it wasn't my idea," he says. "I think she was just looking for a way to talk Ric into some sort of group couple thing and since I'm literally his only friend, and I was still a very eligible bachelor..." He shrugs.
"Were you considering it?" Elena asks, trying her best to sound casual.
"I was," Damon confesses. "Ric asked if I might be interested a few days before our little road trip. And then after that, I was planning to leave town so it wasn't even on my radar anymore."
Elena frowns. "Why would you agree to go out with her though?" she asks, feeling a tightness in her chest. The thought of Damon in this tub with someone else...it's unbearable to imagine.
He looks at her sadly. "I needed a distraction, Elena," he explains. "If things hadn't happened between us as quickly as they did...if I had to keep watching you with Stefan and I had to stay in town to protect you...I needed to find a way to keep my head clear."
"So you were just going to date someone else?" she pulls back, biting her lip as she tries to keep the tears from falling.
"If I couldn't have you...what choice did I really have?" Damon asks softly.
He reaches out to place his thumbs over her cheeks, his fingers stroking her hair gently as he looks into her eyes. "Elena, I am irrevocably in love with you. The very thought of losing you, it kills me. I would protect you until my last breath...and that would have happened even if you had never chosen me. If you were still with my brother...I would have had to find some way to let you go while still being in your life, to protect you."
"I know, Damon," Elena says, "It's just...I guess I'm feeling a little possessive over you," she admits, smiling softly. "You consume me, and whenever I saw you with another woman...well, I was jealous."
"Good, then you should understand at least a fraction of how crazy you made me," Damon smirks. "Because ever since I realized I couldn't just turn off what I feel for you, it's been messing with my head. You consume me too. You are by far the greatest thing to ever happen to me in my 171 years on this earth. The fact that I get to be loved by you, Elena Gilbert...that's the epitome of a fulfilled life, and no matter what happens...no matter what threat is coming, I just want you to know that I will protect you until my last breath."
"I don't want you to die," Elena says quickly, shaking her head. The tears are stinging her eyes. "I think...Damon, if I lost you I wouldn't be able to survive it."
Damon smiles softly and strokes the hair away from her face. "And I don't want to leave you, Baby," he tells her. "But that's the beauty of being human. You get to live today, and you get to treat each day as if it was your last. I never told anyone this...but I miss that. I miss being human. Especially now."
"You do?" Elena asks, surprised by his confession. Damon had always acted like being a vampire was a never-ending party. The fact that he sometimes missed being mortal...how had it never occurred to her?
"Of course I do," he says. "All I ever wanted when I was human was to meet an extraordinary woman, fall in love, and have a family with her. I wanted kids, Elena. I wanted to grow old with my soulmate...it's kind of ironic that I had to die and wait over a century to finally have part of that dream come true."
"I've sometimes wondered," Elena whispers softly, moving to wrap her arms around his neck. "What would it be like if you were human? Or we met in 1864 and it was me, not Katherine, who you fell in love with?"
Damon smiles confidently. "I would definitely have swept you off your feet at one of those boring founder's balls we would no doubt have had to attend. I was pretty damn romantic, but still had all my wit and charm, and I knew quite a few tricks that would have been pretty improper given the standards of that time, but of which I know you would have enjoyed immensely knowing how we are together...you would have liked me."
"I like you now," Elena purrs, leaning in to brush a kiss over his lips. "Just the way you are."
Damon moans appreciatively and deepens the kiss.
Elena shivers as his tongue flicks out to run over her top lip. Playfully she nips his lower one, pressing her teeth in a little harder than she intended in her excitement. A coppery but sweet taste hits her tongue and she is surprised at how good it is. She doesn't remember Damon's blood being so delicious, but then again she also never experienced it in this context before. Maybe it's different when a vampire is aroused? Like, it becomes an aphrodisiac?
She doesn't have time to consider it right now, and maybe she'll remember to ask Damon about it later, but at this current moment he's growling hungrily and moaning as she sucks at his lip, drawing more of the sweet nectar into her mouth. She wasn't even aware she was taking so much, but she can't seem to stop. It's intoxicating.
Damon pulls away, his eyes fixed in shock and awe at seeing his blood on her lips. It's the hottest thing he's ever seen. He briefly imagines her as a vampire, biting into his shoulder as he's buried to the hilt inside her and fangs-deep into her neck.
Fuck, it's enough to make his cock twitch in excitement just thinking about the possibilities. Obviously if Elena is going to be his forever he will eventually get to explore that side of her that he knows is there. She's already proving to be wild and uninhibited even now! The way she's licking his blood off her lips, her eyes dark with that unbridled desire...she's fucking perfect for him!
He moves to capture her lips again, delving deep into the caverns of her mouth. He can taste his own blood and his inner demon is getting very excited. This is the closest to full-on vampire sex as he can get with her, and it's taking all his control not to do what he really, really wants to do...the one thing he's been holding back on.
Elena rises up to straddle his lap, arching and grinding against him as she attempts to find some relief. Damon's blood has done something to her, and she's soooo hot, so achy, so incredibly tingly and turned on that she can't think straight. If this is what it's like as a human, what would it be like if all her senses were heightened?
She moans, wishing that she did have fangs so she could experience it...even just for a little while. Of course, she doesn't really want to be seventeen forever either, so she knows she'll have to wait. Still, the idea thrills her. This is so good; way better than her dreams.
Boldly, she shifts her hips, wiggling until he's poised at her entrance, and then she sinks down. She is sure she will never get tired of being filled up so perfectly; it's like he truly was made just for her.
She lifts her hips, then slides down again, rocking in an easy rhythm.
Damon has moved to kissing her neck and jaw line as she continues to ride him. He can smell the sweet ambrosia both from between her legs and pulsing in her veins. He knows she's close, and he can feel the blood racing beneath her skin. He can practically taste it on his tongue already.
She grips his hair, pulling him closer to that tempting spot, whimpering with need.
"Do it," she cries. "Make me yours, Damon!"
He doesn't have to ask if she's sure; he knows this is it. This is what they both want, and after everything that's happened, it's what they need. They could die tomorrow, or in a few months from now, or even years from now. There's always some new threat creeping up just when they think they're safe, and nothing is guaranteed, but they have tonight and this moment, and he's not going to hesitate anymore.
His fangs elongate and his tongue and lips warm her up further even as she starts to shake in his arms. Just as the pleasure starts to overtake him too, he lets go.
He sinks his teeth in and she cries out first in shock at the prick of his fangs, and then her eyes close as she feels the most blissful euphoria come over her. She can feel the wetness of her blood on her skin as Damon drinks deeply and the electric current washes over her in wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure. She cries out his name in ecstasy, feeling an urge to bite deep into his flesh as well.
Her teeth aren't sharp enough to really break his skin, but as she bites down on his shoulder she runs her tongue over her lips, finds a small trace of his blood still lingering, and savours it.
She moans as another wave of pleasure crashes over her like a small tsunami.
She's getting lightheaded now, and yet she doesn't want him to stop. Not now, not ever!
Damon pulls back, not wanting to take too much. He feels almost guilty because as much as she's enjoying this, she's still human. They're going to have to be very careful not to do this too often. At least until she's ready to turn, and then they can feed off each other all day long if they feel like it (which they likely will).
She's still clinging to him, shaking and out of breath.
Damon runs his hands gently up her back, creating slow, soothing circles to help calm her and bring her down again.
"You okay?" he asks her softly, running his tongue over the bite mark lovingly.
"Mmmmm," she murmurs. "Soooo good," she replies blissfully. "I had no idea it could be like that."
Damon chuckles. "Well don't get too used to it," he reminds her. "We still have to be careful...I could take too much and then we'd be in trouble."
"I can always just drink from you," Elena purrs, nuzzling into his neck playfully. "Get my stamina back so we can go for round two..."
Damon shakes his head in disbelief. "What am I going to do with you, Elena Gilbert?" he sighs in mock exasperation.
Elena giggles playfully, brushing her lips over his neck before nipping at his earlobe and tugging none-too-gently.
"I have a few ideas," she purrs. "How about we test out that big bed of yours?"
The End
Author's Note: Alright, there you have it! Season 2 officially rewritten with Delena smutty goodness and even some vampire blood sharing sexy times with a human Elena! Come on, you know you totally would bite Damon too if you had the opportunity. Or maybe I'm just really kinky? Anyway, you can fill in the blanks of the timeline however you like now. I'm going to take a well-deserved break and celebrate having finally finished this story.
I might go rework Living With Sin at a later point, but I have a lot to do in my real life so I can't tell you exactly when that will be. As for Shattered...I don't know. It might hit too close to home for me after getting out of a severely narcissistic relationship with a lot of gaslighting, so that doesn't really feel like something I want to get in deep with and when I write I do immerse myself in a scene or thought that my characters are having. So until I feel ready to dive into that, "Shattered" is officially on a hiatus.
For now, enjoy reading this one over and over again (or just the smutty chapters, because I totally know you're doing it anyway and I don't blame you) and send love in the reviews!
Till next time,
Temptress Kitten