Fool for Love
A fic by Jenna
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from 'The Vampire Diaries' *sobs* though God knows I wish I owned Damon…oh the things I would do with him… ;) ;) lol!
Summary: Takes place right after my fic Aftershocks—during the epis 'Unpleasantville-Children of the Damned and Fool me Once…' Okay? Okay.
A/N: I know I have been terrible on replies and reviewing other peoples fics, but musie has been on a tangent about Damon and Elena. It's like the bee-yatch is obsessed. I already have this fic almost done…And I swear…I need to get some work done on my BtVS fics, but I just can't…*grrrr* Musie wants what she wants and right now she wants nekkid Damon. Nothing I can do about it…*sighs*
I promise to get some replies to reviews and review others fics later tonight…at least I hope…Musie has been so obsessed it seems as soon as I sit down at the computer ideas for this fic hit me—batter me from all sides until I am force—forced I tell you to jot them down and turn them into a chappie. So please bear with me I promise Ill start getting some replies out, okay?
Sheesh…okay, enough of my chattering—on with the show right??
Damon tossed another book over his shoulder as he searched for his father's journal. It was all he could do not to rip the damned book shelf apart, he was so furious. She went back to Stefan! He still couldn't believe it—after Atlanta, he'd thought Elena was ready to get real, but it looked like she was a coward after all and he was beyond angry about it. "Where is it?" he growled throwing another book on the floor, more determined than ever to bring Katherine back, especially after Elena's betrayal.
He sensed Stefan before he actually heard him. Great, just what he needed a lecture from Mr. Holier Than Thou—he so wasn't in the mood for it. "What do you want, Stafan?" he sighed, tossing another book over his shoulder.
Making his way past the books that littered the floor, Stefan stopped a few, feet away from him. "What are you looking for, Damon?" he asked in that annoying, high-handed tone that set Damon's teeth on edge.
"Not your concern," he replied, barely sparing Stefan a glance—he was so disgusted and angry that the little prick had somehow mended things with Elena that it was all Damon could do to resist the urge to either rip his throat out or spill the beans about what really happened in Atlanta. Telling the self righteous little prick how Elena had come around his cock would go a long way in restoring his good humor, plus it would sure as hell wipe that smug look off Stefan's face, he thought with a smirk. He sighed. But he wouldn't do it—he'd promised, and unlike her, he would honor his word.
Stefan was still talking—and Damon finally turned to him when he heard his brother say how he'd endangered Elena in Atlanta and that was Stefan's concern. He shook his head, laughing. "I don't think so," he replied in a sing-song voice, grinning like a cat cornering a mouse. He winked. "Elena had a blast. Ask her," he taunted, unable to resist needling his self righteous sibling.
That brought Stefan up short and his dark eyes drilled Damon as if trying to figure out what he was up to. "What happened in Atlanta that's got you looking so smug?" the younger Salvatore growled.
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Stefan to ask his girlfriend what happened, but he bit back the urge. As much as it would please him to see her squirm and the truth come out—again he'd given his word. "Not a thing," Damon finally said with a shrug and went back to perusing the books in the library intent on ignoring Stefan.
"I get it," Stefan said when Damon tossed another book over his shoulder, narrowly missing Stefan's head by mere inches. "You're just bitter because I get to be with the woman I love…while poor Katherine is just out of reach."
Damon paused. Stefan had no idea how close to the truth he was—except it wasn't Katherine just out of reach. The arrogant smile on his face slipped a bit, but he shook off the feeling. "Whatever. You're pathetic when you're fishing, you know that?" he snapped, clenching his jaw tight.
"And your transparent when you're deflecting," Stefan shot back.
"Don't you have school?" Damon taunted sarcastically and Stefan shrugged, but the smug look was back and Damon gritted his teeth so tight a muscle ticked in his jaw as he watched him go. His brilliant blue eyes glittered with suppressed anger as he thought of having to watch Elena and Stefan together after Atlanta. It was too much and with a snarl he tossed a book against the wall, grunting with satisfaction as the binding snapped and pages from the novel exploded everywhere, fluttering all around him.
He crossed his arms and leaned against the book-case, panting with the rage coursing through him. She'd been avoiding him since they'd been back, but not tonight—tonight was that silly dance of theirs and he intended on being there. He licked his lips. "Let the games begin, kitten…" he said out loud and a slow smile made its way across his handsome face as he imagined the look on hers when she saw him show up tonight. Oh yeah, let the games begin indeed…
Elena and Bonnie were ensconced in a booth near the back of the restaurant far away from the bar and other patrons. Elena ran her hands through her hair and closed her eyes. "I don't know what to do. I can't stop thinking about him," she whined, folding her arms on the table and laying her cheek on them. She opened one eye and noticed her best friends' stunned/horrified expression and let out another long sigh. "I know—you think I'm crazy," Elena said softly.
Bonnie snorted. "Insane is more like it! I can't believe you slept with him, Elena! What were you thinking?"
Elena bolted upright and made a *sshhing* sound as her eyes darted around the room to see if anyone had heard Bonnie's outburst. "Say it a little louder. I don't think everyone in the bar heard you!" Elena exclaimed, still glancing around.
Bonnie leaned forward and lowered her voice. "Are you sure he didn't compel you?" she asked, sure there had to be a reason for Elena's sudden trip to the dark side.
Elena rolled her eyes—they'd gone over this already. "Yes, I'm sure. I told you he didn't." She sighed again. "Don't you wish I could boil it down to that and be done with it? It'd make everything so much simpler, believe me," she said softly. "I'd love to just say—oh yeah, he compelled me—not my fault, but he didn't," she insisted. "It was just—everything—the alcohol helped of course, but it was Damon too…he was so…different. Sweet and sexy—"
Bonnie made a scoffing sound as she gave Elena a look of disbelief, "Yeah because that sounds just like Damon. Are you even listening to yourself, Elena? He's dangerous—you do remember what he tried to do to me just a couple of weeks ago, don't you?"
Elena frowned at her. "I know and if you were saying this to me only a week ago I'd probably be saying the same thing you are, but I saw another side of him. He can be…" she shrugged and a small smile tugged at her lips, "tender," she breathed, her eyes taking on a dreamy look that had Bonnie gaping at her with a fish out of water look.
"Oh my God, Elena, he did something to you. I just know it. Let me check you for a spell or something…" she said. Her expression was beyond skeptical, it was downright hostile.
Elena gave up trying to explain. "Look, I can't explain it, but he didn't put a spell on me or anything like that. It just…happened," she finished softly.
"Are you going to tell Stefan?"
Elena put her head in her hands. That was a whole other can of worms. "No. I was going to end it with him, but then he told me about me being adopted and how he'd been the one to rescue me when my parents died and…" her words trailed off as she ran a hand through her hair in frustration, "I just didn't. Now I can't face Damon. I know he's angry and hurt…"
"Do you think he'll do something to you?" Bonnie asked, worried now.
Elena shook her head. "No, no," she reassured her friend. "I more worried about how he's dealing with what I know he sees as a betrayal from me."
"You're…huh? Worried about…Damon's feelings?" Bonnie stopped and her eyes nearly bugged from her head. "Oh my God!" she gasped loudly before lowering her voice. "You're falling for him aren't you?!" she hissed, her face showing her absolute shock and horror at this turn of events as she leaned across the table to look Elena dead in the eye.
Elena squirmed under Bonnie's disapproving glare. "I-I—" She shrugged. "I don't hate him anymore," she finally said, hedging the question and knowing it.
Bonnie couldn't believe it. "Elena this is crazy. He's not Stefan—he kills people, remember?"
"Don't," Elena said. "I don't need to be reminded of the things he's done. I know that, but you didn't see the side of him I did, okay?"
"Yeah," Bonnie retorted, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "I've seen about as many sides of Damon Salvatore as I need to—he's an animal and I can't believe you're just willing to overlook that because he made you—you know," she said, her mocha skin turning a deep coppery shade as a flush stained her cheeks.
Elena blushed too. "Oh my God! That is not the only reason, Bonnie," she adamantly insisted. "Look, I don't know what I'm going to do. Can you please just help me get through this and not judge me—I feel bad enough because I've lied to Stefan and I've hurt Damon..." She reached across the table and grabbed Bonnie's hand, giving her a pleading look. "Do I have to fight with my best friend about it too?"
Bonnie relented. "I'm sorry," she said, squeezing Elena's hand in return. "It's just…I think he's a bad guy, and I don't want to see you get hurt."
Elena nodded. "I know, but even bad guys have a good side and I've seen Damon's—who knows maybe he could change." Bonnie looked dubious, but Elena simply grinned and said, "Hey, stranger things have happened." She grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder before picking up her jacket. "Now my dress for the dance tonight is sadly lacking…" She gave Bonnie a small smile. "Thanks for listening. I'll see you tonight, okay?"
Bonnie nodded. "I'll get the bill," she said, a frown marring her pretty face as she watched Elena head out of The Grille. She was about to head over to the cash register when she saw the very devil himself—watching Elena as she left. He pushed away from the wall where he'd been lurking and made a move to follow Elena out of the restaurant. Bonnie hurried over and blocked his path.
"What do you want, Damon?" she demanded, spitting at him like an angry little tigress.
He stopped, tilted his head to the side as he studied her. She looked mad enough to unman him and his brows rose in surprise. "Ahh…she told you," he said, nodding his head. "Interesting." Her eyes positively shot daggers at him and he gave her a winning smile. "I think we need a fresh start seeing how we have so much in common."
"We have nothing in common," Bonnie replied.
Damon leaned down so they were eye to eye. "Unh-uh…now that's where you're wrong, we have Elena in common. We both…um…care about her right?" he whispered huskily.
Bonnie pulled back. He really was far too handsome—only the fact that he'd attacked her already kept her from falling for his charm. "I care about her—I don't know what your motives are, but let me tell you something—if you hurt her I swear—"
"You'll what?" he asked, a wicked grin moving across his face. "I think the last time you got in my way it didn't work out so well for you, did it?" he taunted her, giving her a wink.
"I've gotten stronger since then, Damon," Bonnie replied bravely, even though her pulse was rioting almost out of control. "I can light fires with my mind." She raised a brow and her eyes swept him from head to toe before she said, "Fire—that's not exactly…healthy for a vampire, right?"
His eyes widened a bit and he held up his hands in mock surrender. "Meow—put your claws away tiger," he teased. "I'm not out to hurt Elena and since she told you about our time in Atlanta…" He let out a rumbling—satisfied purr and Bonnie made a face to which he rolled his eyes. "I think you know that." He leaned down again, "plus you wouldn't do it…" he stated confidently.
Her jaw dropped at his utter arrogance. "You're crazy if you honestly believe that!" she exclaimed in disbelief. "You tried to kill me. I'd have no problem lighting your ass on fire. Trust me," she replied angrily.
He smirked. "No, you probably wouldn't," he agreed, but his arrogance was still there, stamped across his handsome face. His next words proved it. "But you still won't do it—even if you want to," he said cockily.
"And why is that?" Bonnie asked.
"Because then you'd be the one hurting Elena—not me," he whispered into her ear before he turned and left—sauntering away as if he hadn't a care in the world.
She watched him leave in stunned silence. Oh God, he was right. If she did that—Elena would suffer. "Bastard," she whispered softly as he exited the restaurant. Her heart was thundering. Damon scared the crap out of her and she was sincerely worried at the danger Elena was in by letting him get so close. Especially because it was obvious the big-jerk knew Elena had feelings for him. Bonnie debated going to Stefan, but knew if she did that Elena would never trust her again. With a long sigh, she decided to go to the only person she could…
After paying the bill Bonnie headed over to her Grandmother's house. Maybe together they could come up with a way to reverse whatever dark force had put Elena under the spell of the beautiful, but dangerous; Damon Salvatore.
Elena's phone rang as she made her way to her car after leaving The Grille. She didn't recognize the number, but answered it anyhow "Hello?"
"Hello Elena," a man's voice said on the other end.
"Hey—who's this?" Elena asked, not really weirded out, more curious-like.
"You hit me with your car," he said and that officially sent her from curious to freaked out in 1.2 seconds flat.
Elena froze. "Who is this?" she demanded, striving for brave and fearless.
"I know you totaled your car when you ran me over…Is that a new one?" he asked, ignoring her question.
Her heart stuttered to a stop before it began to gallop in her chest like a run away thoroughbred as she realized he was watching her right this minute. Her pulse skyrocketed and her eyes darted around the dark parking lot as she gave up on appearing fearless and hurried to her Aunt's car. "None of your business," she muttered. "What do you want from me?"
"Thanks to Damon Salvatore—you got away from me…you won't the next time," the sinister voice said just as Elena reached the car.
She fumbled with her keys before finally hitting the button that unlocked the doors. She jumped inside, closed the door and hit the lock button before jabbing the key into the ignition. Her hands were trembling so badly it took Elena a second to start the ignition. She glanced to her right and saw a figure in a 'hoody' casually strolling her way. Her heart raced and she turned the key, desperate to get out of there. She glanced to her left just as she was about to put the car in reverse and screamed as a figure materialized beside her window.
Damon noticed her terrified expression as he rapped on the window. "What's wrong?" he asked through the glass, his senses picking up on her fear through even the layers of metal of the automobile.
Nearly wilting with relief to see him, Elena flung open the door and threw herself into his arms, startling him for a second before he responded and wrapped his arms around her soothingly. "Ssshh," he whispered, running his hands down her back and she clung to him as if he was the last life jacket on the Titanic.
Elena clutched his shoulders tightly as she was calmed by his strong embrace. "Thank God you're here…it was him, the guy—vampire I hit that night. He just called me," she said, burying her face into his chest.
Damon's head shot up and his eyes quickly scanned the parking lot. A growl erupted inside him. "He just called you?' he asked, gripping her chin in his fingers and tilting it up so he could see her eyes. They were huge and so scared another growl resounded inside him. "Son of a bitch," he gritted out. "What did he say to you?"
"He was watching me, Damon. He mentioned I was driving a new car and said I got away from him because of you, but he said I wouldn't the next time."
A wicked smile made its way along Damon's full lips. "Really? Well, it looks like he was wrong again, huh?" He smiled at her and wriggled his brows, "Cause here you are—here I am, but where is he?" he asked arrogantly. "Not here—right?"
Elena giggled, relaxing now that he was here—she felt protected—safe. Strange just a week ago safe and Damon wouldn't have been mentioned in the same sentence, yet here she was. "No, he's not here because you are," she said softly.
"That's right." he paused and his eyes sparkled for a second. "Saving you is becoming a bad habit for me, Elena," he teased winking at her. "Give me your keys." He held his hand out, but she paused, and he wondered if she was worried her precious Stefan would be upset with him taking her home. He rolled his eyes at her, his jaw tightening a bit. "I'm not letting you go home alone. I may be pissed at you right now, but I'm not going to let anything happen to you," he said. "Now give me the keys, you're too shaky to drive."
Stefan was the last thing on her mind as her eyes traveled over him. Her heart accelerated, but not in fear this time and she licked her lips before she tried to explain her actions to him. "I'm sorry about—"
He held up his hand to ward off her confession. "We'll talk about it when we get to your house. I don't want to get all worked up right now." His eyes darkened and she saw the brief flash of real pain in those beautiful depths before he shuttered his expression with his trademarked mask of taunting indifference. "We need privacy to talk about your betrayal…and the parking lot of the local hang-out isn't what I had in mind," he said with his usual snarky sarcasm.
She swallowed thickly and nodded, handing him the keys. She'd known he'd see it like that, so why was she surprised and why did it hurt so much? She wanted to explain, but he was right, better to wait until they were someplace private before getting into it. "Okay," she acquiesced and got into the passenger side of the car without further complaint or comment.
Damon narrowed his eyes at her. What game was this now? Why was she acting like the victim? He got in the car and started the engine before peeling out of the parking lot and heading for Elena's. They drove in silence for several blocks before he turned to her. "Why did you do it?" he growled, unable to wait any longer to hear her excuses.
"I—I intended on breaking up with him, but then he told me he'd saved my life and…"
Damon's brow rose. "When?" he interrupted, this was the first time he was hearing this tale.
"When my parent's—when we had the accident. The one that killed my parents and would have killed me too," she replied quietly.
"If it wasn't for Stefan," he supplied.
She nodded. "Yes."
He was quiet for a moment before he glanced at her and made a soft sound of derision. "So he'd already seen you before he decided to come back and stay in Mystic Falls. How…interesting," he said softly. He waited for the wheels in her mind to spin with that.
They did and his insinuation hit her like a thunderbolt. Elena sat forward with a gasp and turned to him wide eyed and more than a bit angry. She hadn't thought of it like that, but now that she was—Stefan's reasoning sounded more like an excuse than a selfless mission. "Oh my God! He knew I looked like Katherine and came back because of it," she muttered, crossing her arms with a huff.
He shrugged, but didn't comment, preferring to let her jump to her own conclusions.
"He said he loved me from the first moment he saw me…well sure he did—he saw Katherine!" she snapped. She glanced his way. "Did you know about this too?"
"Why do you always assume I know what Stefan is thinking or doing?" He gave her a tiny shake of his head. "You know, it's not like we sit down and put our heads together—I can barely tolerate him half the time, much less hatch some wicked plan with him," he said, a teasing light in his beautiful eyes.
Just the thought of Stefan and Damon plotting together was amusing and Elena felt her lips twitch. "Okay, I'll give you that, but did you know he'd met me before he came back to Mystic falls?"
"No," he replied honestly. She opened her mouth, but he interrupted her. "And before you ask—the answer is no…I didn't even know about you, much less know you looked like Katherine before I showed up."
He'd taken the wind out of her sails and she sagged back in her seat. Funny, she'd thought Stefan the honest one, but he'd hidden so many things from her while Damon had never hidden a thing about himself. It made her think—who was really the honest Salvatore brother? "Thank you," she said softly as he pulled up in front of her house.
He cut the engine and turned to her. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear in a tender gesture. "For what?" he asked, puzzled.
Elena pressed her cheek into his palm. "For never lying to me—for always being honest," she replied. "I don't need to be protected—" He raised a brow and she paused, a small smile playing around her lips, "Okay, unless it's from some unknown vampire out to get me…" she said, her dark eyes sparkling as he grinned in response. "But seriously…you've never lied to me and I appreciate that. I need that. I don't want to be left in the dark for my own protection." She air quoted the last part. "It's frustrating. Just tell me and let me deal with it," she said softly.
He leaned forward just as she did and they kissed softly. Sparks flew and Damon growled. "I'm still mad, you know?" he whispered against her lips.
She tunneled her fingers in his soft, dark hair, gripping his head. "I know—let me make it up to you," she replied, slanting her mouth over his and kissing him for a change.
It was electric and they both groaned as the passion between them exploded once again. Damon pulled her closer and immediately took control of their kiss. He cupped her face and angled her head so he could dominate her mouth. Elena whimpered and allowed him to have the upper hand. He just kissed her so good…it was like his tongue was magical as it entwined with hers. All her cares, worries, fears—everything just faded away when Damon touched her.
"Let's go inside," he panted, pulling back.
Elena stared at him, blinking her eyes at him owlishly before his words finally penetrated the hazy fog of desire his kiss had caused. "Oh yeah—inside," she agreed, licking her lips and pausing to enjoy the taste of him there.
His eyes glittered. "Elena…" he warned, "keep looking at me like that and I'll have you in the back seat of this car, your sexy little legs tossed over my shoulders as I remind you why you shouldn't look at me like that!"
She giggled, but heeded his warning and opened the car door, but she couldn't resist tossing back over her shoulder as she got out, "Sure, go ahead—threaten me with a good time…"
His jaw dropped and a growl erupted, but he was grinning. "Now that I wasn't expecting," he said, watching her hips sway as she sauntered up the walkway to her house. Quick as a cat he had the door opened and in the blink of an eye he was right next to her. "Little tease," he whispered in her ear as she unlocked the door.
Elena looked up at him. Her brown eyes were open and wide. "Who says I'm teasing?" she said breathlessly and opened the door. "Please—come in, Damon," she said softly, both of them understanding her meaning.
He swallowed and stepped over the threshold. This wasn't like the first time—this time it was Elena inviting him; Damon into her home and what…her heart? She was looking at him like she'd never looked at him before and he couldn't help but wonder was she playing him? Fool him once—shame on you…fool him twice—shame on him. He didn't know what she was doing, but he was determined to find out.
Jenna came out just then. "Elena I need to talk to you about—" her words stuttered to a stop upon seeing Damon standing there. "Um hi, I'm Jenna."
Elena made the introductions and Damon was charm personified as he took Jenna's hand in his and brushed his lips across her hand in a kind of old world grace that may have gone out of style, but hadn't lost it's effect on a woman's pulse rate. Jenna giggled like a schoolgirl and her eyes raked over him appreciatively before turning to Elena with a wide eyed, open mouthed, 'Oh My God—who is this?' expression.
"It was nice to meet you, Damon, but I need to talk to Elena for a minute. Sorry…" she said over her shoulder as she dragged Elena into the kitchen. "Okay—spill it. Who is that? Where did you meet him and why have you been keeping him a secret? And can I just say—wow! He is ridiculously hot!" she said softly, her knuckles still tingling where he'd kissed her. "Oh, and what about the other one?" she asked. "Stefan…right? What happened to him? I mean, not that I blame you because…wow!" Her eyes peeked down the hall to where Damon was standing and Elena rolled her own at the smug look on his face. With his vampire hearing he could hear every word and she could just see his head swelling with every word Jenna spoke. "I did mention he's insanely sexy right?" she said, staring at him again before turning back to Elena.
Elena snorted softly. "Yeah, a few times," she said, rolling her eyes again. "Seriously, Jenna, he's already too conceited for his or my own good—can you not say that anymore," she said softly, glancing into the other room at Damon. She watched him grin before he turned and winked at her and it was obvious he'd heard that too. Great.
"Oh, well he didn't hear me—but he is wow. So where did you—?" She paused and her eyes widened. "Wait a minute—Damon—isn't that Stefan's brother?!" She pulled Elena further into the kitchen. "Oh seriously—please tell me you aren't dating both of them! Do you know how messy that could get?"
Actually thanks to history she did. "No, I'm not," she reassured Jenna.
"So what is 'sinful and way too yummy to be friend material' doing here when you're dating Stefan?"
Elena sighed. "I—" She stopped, maybe Jenna was the perfect one to talk to. "I'm attracted to him. I can't stop thinking about him—I tried to stop, but I can't," Elena blurted out. "It's like he's become an addiction I can't resist…is there an anonymous group for that kind of thing? I mean, they have one for everything now, right?" she said, trying to sound playful, but failing.
Jenna sighed and hugged her niece. "Sorry kiddo, but I think I'm probably the last one you should ask for dating advice from—look at my track record. It speaks for itself, but I can say this…" She took Elena's hands in hers. "Search your heart. Figure out which one you want to be with and make a choice because anything else will end in misery. Pitting two brothers against each other can never end well…"
Elena sighed, nodded and hugged Jenna again. "Thanks," she said and headed out of the kitchen.
"Oh and Elena…" Jenna said, causing Elena to stop.
Elena paused in the doorway and turned back. "Yeah?" she asked, raising a brow.
Jenna grinned. "With that one—definitely leave your door open. Any man with a face like that…" She rolled her eyes. "Please…not even a nun would turn him down—it's not you I don't trust—it's him." Elena flushed red as a shiny new apple, but Jenna simply grinned. "I'll be checking too…" her Aunt called after her as she strode out of the room.
"Yeah-yeah," Elena said over her shoulder, her face bright red as she came back out to the living room to find Damon and Jeremy sitting on the couch playing video games.
Damon was winning and Jeremy gave him a look. "I thought you said you never played this before," the younger boy griped.
Damon shrugged, his eyes glued to the screen in front of him. "I'm a fast learner…" he said with a smile.
Jeremy's phone buzzed with a text and Damon shot the boy an irritated look as the kid hit the pause button on the game and glanced at his phone. Jeremy hit ignore and Damon smirked. "Who're you dodging?" the dark vampire asked.
Jeremy picked up his controller and hit the pause button to re-start the game. "This girl Anna," he replied.
"Is she hot?" Damon asked as he clicked the buttons on his controller, attacking Jeremy's virtual fighter with deadly force.
Jeremy battled back--fighting off Damon's animated attack. He shrugged at the question, but a small smile played along his lips. "Yeah, but she kinda weird too," he responded, shooting a glance at Damon before returning his eyes to the screen in front of him.
Damon grinned. "Doesn't matter—hot trumps weird—trust me," he said with a smirk.
Jeremy laughed. "Dude, why do I get the feeling you're speaking from experience?"
"Hey look at your sister--hot and weird--it's the little things that make a chick irresistable," Damon chimed in...teasinsingly.
Jeremy made a face. "You're cool, but weird."
Damon winked. "And that my young friend makes me irresistable..." he said mysteriously before he returned his attention back to kicking Jeremy's ass on screen.
Elena leaned against the wall as she observed them. She'd never seen Damon like this. He was being mellow—totally easy going and Jeremy was relaxed, looking at Damon in a hero worship kind of way that would have freaked her out only a week ago, but now just gave her a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Had things really changed that drastically—or was she just in lust with him and now everything seemed rosy?
Without actually seeing her, Damon suddenly said, "Hello Elena." He turned to catch her eye over his shoulder and winked at her lasciviously. "Wanna play?" he asked softly, wagging his brows at her.
A thousand dirty little undertones were hidden within those two words and Elena felt her belly clench with arousal. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I—um…no, I'll just wait till you're through," she said huskily.
Damon set down the controller. "I'm done," he said, getting up from the couch.
Jeremy glanced at him as he strode past him. "Dude…?"
"Sorry," Damon said. "I need to talk to your sister about something—we can finish later, right?"
Jeremy nodded and Elena grabbed Damon's arm, pulling him off to the side. "You didn't just—?"
He shook his head. "No, I didn't compel him," he snapped. He blew out a frustrated breath. "You say one thing, but why does everything I do have to have a sinister attachment for you? Either you want me Elena or you don't, but make up your mind…" he growled and went to leave.
She snatched hold of his arm again, stopping him. "Wait. Damon stop, it's just—I want to believe you and I do, but…"
"But what? What have I done that has given you any reason not to believe me? Unlike Stefan who has lied to you—when have I?" he fired back, his compelling eyes staring into her own deeply—he wasn't actually compelling her, but Elena found herself falling into those aquamarine depths just the same. He was so charismatic, he was impossible to resist.
"Nothing," she answered softly. She cupped his jaw. "I'm sorry…again," she said, stroking her thumb along his lower lip tenderly.
Damon's lip curled as he nipped at that marauding thumb. He blinked rapidly as he inhaled her scent. Elena and guilt was a heavenly combination. She was far more malleable when she felt bad, so he couldn't resist taking advantage. He leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear, "Sneak me upstairs to your room and I'll forgive you properly…"
She giggled and glanced into the kitchen. Jenna was on the phone a bottle of wine open in front of her. Elena grabbed Damon's hand and together—giggling like children they hurried upstairs and into her room.
Elena collapsed on the bed laughing just as Damon shut the door with a soft click. She sat up a worried frown on her face. "We can't—Jenna said to—"
He locked the door. "I know what she said, but we both know if I do that she's going to see a lot more of me than you want her to, especially since she finds me…" he paused and grinned, "ridiculously hot!" He shrugged off his jacket. "You don't want her to get more than just a glimpse of this outrageously sexy body, now do you?' he teased, pulling off his shirt as he made his way to the bed where Elena sat.
She swallowed hard as her eyes drank in his perfect face and form. His jeans rode low on his hips and his abdominal muscles rippled as he moved. The bulge in his pants was obvious and just the memory of what it felt like inside her made an ache throb between her legs that had been insistent and almost never ending ever since Atlanta. Only Damon could satisfy the hunger and Elena was starving.
"We can't," she whispered, but she was already getting wet. Her pulse was going nuts, her knees trembled and it felt like every inch of her skin was just one raw nerve ending. The truth was, she ached for him, and she had no doubts if he pushed for her submission—she'd give it and more.
He did. With a wink, he flipped open a button on his pants and Elena watched avidly as his hands slid down his belly, his eyes closed as he seemed to enjoy the feeling of his own body. Elena's heart began to pound as he toucjhed himself like she wanted to touch him--he was sex on a stick--a walking-talking wet dream and oh God, she wanted him. He was so attuned to his sexuality, it was mesmerizing. He palmed his belly, sliding his hand down slowly until he was nearly cupping the bulge there. He smirked at her before he flicked open another button of his jeans and then did a sexy little shimmy of his hips so that the faded, loose fitting denim slipped even lower...riding far below his 'treasure trail' now.
Elena's mouth watered as she stared at him, but she tried to stop herself. "This is wrong--we shouldn't," she said softly, but she couldn't take her eyes off him.
He struck a pose for her. "You know you don't mean that." His eyes sparkled as her heart rate accelerated again and faster than she could see he'd grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her across the bed so she was lying before him. He hovered over her, bracing himself on outstretched arms. "I know you want me," he said, nipping at her neck, before pausing to lave the erratic pulse at her jugular. It teased his vampire senses and he had to force back his natural desire to bite, but he did and he moved on, nibbling his way upwards to her ear. "Now let's get you out of those clothes before your Aunt decides she's had enough wine and comes up to check on us…" he whispered huskily as his hands went to the snap of her jeans. She trembled under him and he paused. "Tell me to stop, Elena," he whispered, his mouth inches from her flesh "and I will."
With a sigh, Elena gave in. "No," she said, "I want you." Her hands batted his out of the way as she unbuttoned her pants and shimmied out of them. Now that he was here and they were in bed, she was more than eager for another taste of the pleasure Damon had given her on their trip to Atlanta. "Please…" she whined as she lifted her hips to get her pants off.
Quick as a fox, he had her shoes and pants off. He left her lacy thong on though, pausing to admire the blood red color of the panties against her flesh. He lifted a brow. "Very nice," he purred and leaned down to nibble at the lace triangle covering her sex.
Elena sucked in a deep breath as his mouth huffed against her mound. "Oh God!" she gasped and pressed his face closer, arching her hips off the bed.
He raised his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his shapely lips. "Sweetness, I love going down on you, but maybe we can save that for when your Aunt won't be busting in on us at any minute, hmmm?" He nipped at her lace covered curls and ran his hands up her belly, pushing up her shirt and bra all in one motion and exposing her breasts to his gaze. He licked his lips and wished for more time to explore her like he wanted. "We're kind of pressed for time here—right?"
Elena nodded. "Yes," she panted softly. "Damon! I need you—please!" she whined, writhing against him.
He sucked in a sharp breath at the neediness in her voice. It was so sexy to him. He got rid of the rest of their clothes tossing them pell-mell around the room without thought as to where they landed. "Elena," he said, positioning himself between her thighs. "Look at me," he demanded.
She did. Her huge brown eyes were more trusting than he'd ever seen directed his way and he felt his heart jerk. He closed his eyes as it him like a ton of bricks—no more doubting. He was in love with her. Shit-fuck-and God dammit too! He was toast, he thought, sliding his fingers along her clitoris, preparing her for him as he willingly gave in to her temptation once again.
"Spread your legs for me, baby," he whispered wetly against her ear, laving the delicate shell with his tongue.
Elena shuddered and did as he demanded. She was too far gone to even think of denying him or herself the pleasure that was waiting just around the bend.
He gripped her thigh in one hand and lifted it high on his hip while he gazed down at her swollen entrance. She was so wet—so ready. He swallowed convulsively, his body humming with lust as he gripped his cock in one hand and guided it inside her. "Elena…" he groaned deeply as he nudged his way in. He paused—just the head of his cock was inside and he entwined his fingers with hers. "Look at me," he said again.
Elena felt him—felt him in every pore of her being. "I see you, Damon," she breathed, wrapping her legs around his slim hips tightly.
He bit back the words of love and drove deep. They both cried out, their soft moans echoing off the walls of her room as he thrust into her, setting a forceful rhythm that had them striving for that golden ring of release in a matter of minutes.
"Damon!" she whimpered, raking her nails down his back to grip his ass. "Please!" she said. It was a demand though and he grunted as she dug her nails deeper into the firm muscles of his buttocks, scratching him in her need to have him deeper.
"Elena! The tattoo is bad enough. Keep scratching me there and I'll never be able to deny you lust after my body, baby!" he taunted, bracing himself on both arms above her as he pounded into her, grinding his hips—churning and twisting them as he thrust inside to give her different angles and deeper penetration.
Elena lunged up as her world began to tilt. She clutched him to her, pressing her sweaty chest and breasts against his chest. Her neails dug into his shoulder blades as she began to throb. "I'm going to—oh my God—something is happening—I'm going to pee damon!" she exclaimed, trying to shove him off her.
He chuckled "No, you're going to have a G-Spot orgasm love—let it come," he replied, gripping her hips and embracing their new position. He guided her legs around his waist as they sat up on her bed. He bent his knees and thrust upwards, hitting her G-Spot over and over.
Elena's mouth opened, but nothing came out as her eyes rolled. She began to shudder in his arms like a heroin junkie and he held her, stroked her hair, but still gave her the fucking she needed to realize she belonged to him. When it hit her, it was with the force of a blow from Mike Tyson and her eyes nearly burst from her head as wave after wave of the most insane feeling swarmed from her belly to her toes and to every nerve ending in her body. She made a *gurgling* sound just before she climaxed. It might have been 'Oh my God' but it sounded more like 'oh my gaaah!' and then she came. And this wasn't a normal orgasm…Oh no. This was a G-Spot orgasm. It was a release like she'd never before experienced in her life. She actually ejaculated, soaking both Damon and the bed as fluids gushed from inside her. He'd promised her heaven—he'd delivered. Elena shivered in his arms as her orgasm went on and on.
"D-Damon—what's h-happening to me? It's sooo good…but…oh God…" She glanced down at the wet spot beneath them. "I soaked the bed," she wailed softly, her face flaming red.
He held her—soothing her as she rode it out. He'd seen a woman have a G-Spot climax—hello, vampire with over a hundred years of sex under his belt, but Elena's reaction was so fresh. It wasn't jaded or tainted with anything. She was honestly floored by what had just happened to her.
"Sssshhh baby…you had a G-spot orgasm…it's natural…" he told her stroking her hair back from her face.
Their eyes met and he still inside her. Elena couldn't look away from those eyes. "Damon I—j"
He put a finger over her lips. "Don't," he demanded. "Don't say until you really mean it and you're ready to be mine—totally," he growled softly and thrust up, making her cry out in pleasure as he hit that spot again and again—the one that made her system go wild and made her flood the bed with her juices.
Several orgasms later, Damon lay with Elena curled against his side. "Do you think Aunt Jenna knows what we're doing up here?" he whispered naughtily in her ear as he ran his hand down her belly.
Elena gasped as his fingers found her sensitive clit. He'd made her come so many time in the last hour—it was like she was possessed by him—every touch made her body zing to life. "I-I don't know," she gasped out as he began to play her body like a finely tuned instrument.
He rolled her under him and slid inside easily. "Well I guess we'll find out, hmmm?" he said, raising a brow and grinning at her wickedly as he balanced his body on his elbows and began to move inside her in a lazy, almost teasing fashion.
The doorbell rang and Damon's head shot up. He scented the air. A slow smirk spread across his face. "And that would be Stefan," he said, glancing down at Elena. Her eyes widened in panic and he pushed deeper inside her. "Make your choice," he said softly. She sputtered as he gripped her thighs and spread them wide. "Make your choice," he said again and began to thrust deep—in and out—over and over making Elena forget everything but him.
She clung to him as he made love to her. It was better than perfect and amazingly the hint of fear only added to it. His hand slid between their bodies and he tweaked that little nub of pleasure that made her soar as he plunged in and out of her, harder and faster…she felt him stiffen above her, then he groaned and she exploded too just as he filled her with his cum. It was like they were on the same page—it was magical and Elena clung to him, kissing his jaw, his neck and chest as she whispered her love to him.
He sagged on top of her for just a moment, getting his breath. He wanted to hold her, make her tell him over and over tat she loved him—him; Damon and not Stefan, but there wasn't time. He may be an asshole sometimes, but he had no desire to have his brother catch him in bed with Elena. It would just give him another weapon to beat him over the head with. He could just picture it. Stefan giving him those dark brooding eyes and the, 'See—you're a prick Damon. You even stole my girlfriend.'
Damon rolled his eyes just as he rolled off Elena. He was so sick and tired of Stefan's whining. Better to have her just end it with him. He leaned up on an elbow to gaze down at her. She was so sexy after he'd made her come. Damon took a moment to study her, smiling at her flushed face, heavy lidded gaze and kiss-swollen lips, before he sighed and swept a lock of hair out of her eyes. "Not to be a wham-bam-thank you-kind of guy, but if we don't get up now—we're gonna get caught in-flagrante."
Just then the doorknob jiggled. "Elena!" Jenna called through the door.
He glanced down at her. "We have two choices here…I can compel her to think we were just sitting here—or you can admit we were up here in bed…tell me now because we have about five seconds before Stefan is at that door, Elena…"
Okay, YES—a cliffie. What the hell will she do?? Personally—I'd stay in bed with Damon, but then that's me. lol! :P
I have the next chappie written…and usually I ONLY go with my own musie, but in this fic I'm willing to listen to viewers in-put, so why don't YOU tell me what you think she should do!! ;) :)
I'll put it to a vote… Let me know, should Stefan find out right now about her and Damon, or not? I have both options already written…Personally, I like both ways, but I'll let you—the readers vote and choose…how's that??
Oh and btw: before anyone calls me on it--yes, I'm pretty sure Jenna has already met Damon, but it suited my purposes to change that in this fic, okay? Okay. I just had to expound on her 'he's ridiculously hot' comment and of course I changed Elena's "he's an ass" comment...grr! In my fic there will none of that--well unless she's just ticked off at him, that is!! lol!
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