So here it is, the end of Five Minutes. This chapter is rated M for some mildly repetitive sexual content, but I decided it was time for Elena to take some initiative where her and Damon's physical relationship is concerned. But don't worry, it doesn't totally lack dialogue. Also, I may not have the time to update much after this, because school starts back the 23rd and I am going to be insanely busy. I will try to update The Objection before I get too busy, but I warn you it will probably be a very short update.
And with that said, thank you to all of my readers, who have followed this story to the very end, and to drodgers89, who gave me the idea for the Dead to the World scene in this chapter (you know exactly what I'm talking about, Danielle.)
"Morning," Elena mumbled sleepily. She was curled up next to me, snuggling up to me like I was her damned teddy bear. God, I was getting so whipped. Just like that Edward guy from Twilight.
"Morning," I replied, kissing her good morning.
"So what's on the agenda for today?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbows.
I sighed. "Not much. Hell, not anything to be honest."
"Well it's Saturday, so we have the entire day to do absolutely nothing. Sounds good to not be busy for a change," she said, resting her head back on my chest, her hair brushing against my neck.
"I second that," I agreed, wrapping my arm around her waist.
"I can't believe I actually slept until two o' clock in the afternoon," she laughed.
"I can. It's not like yesterday wasn't hectic," I said, stretching.
"Hectic? That's the understatement of the century," she said.
"Well I'll be around for the entirety of this century, so I'll be sure to let you know if it is," I said sarcastically.
"God you're so sarcastic," she said, shaking her head and smiling.
I grinned. "It's part of my charm," I said, picking up a book off her nightstand and glancing at the cover.
"What's 'Dead to the World?'" I asked, wondering what is was about.
"It's the fourth book in a series. One of the vampires in the series loses his memory and starts falling for the books' heroine. He cares about her even when he has his memories, but he doesn't actually admit it until he's lost his memory," she explained, pulling clean clothes out of her dresser.
"Sounds sappy," I mumbled.
"It kind of is. Caroline said I would love the books, so I tried them out to humor her. Turns out they are pretty good," she admitted, shrugging.
"Are they anything like Twilight?" I asked with distaste.
She laughed softly. "Not hardly. None of these vampires sparkle," she said, leaning against the dresser.
I opened the book to where the bookmark was and started scanning the page, feeling my eyebrows lift when I saw just how different from Twilight's little twinkle fest. Actually, the particular scene she was at right now gave me a rather good idea.
"Are you getting a shower anytime soon?" I asked, glancing at the clothes in her hand.
"Yeah, why?" she asked, brow furrowing.
I smiled slightly and put the book back on her nightstand.
"No reason," I lied.
"Right, okay," she mumbled, confused.
I just smiled, patiently waiting for her to get in the shower. After she went into the bathroom adjoined to her bedroom and turned the water on, I easily slid off her bed as I heard the shower start running.
I walked into the bathroom quietly, my lip curling as I watched her silhouette move on the other side of the shower curtain. I stripped off my clothes and walked over, smiling with anticipation.
"Need some help?" I purred seductively as I pulled the curtain back.
She nearly jumped out of skin. "Um, I…"
I smiled, taking her hesitation as an affirmative. I got in behind her, pulling the curtain closed behind me. Her hair was soaked, so I began washing it, slowly working my fingers through her long, dark hair. Her back was to me, and I was standing close, so I could feel her shiver even under the stream of hot water. She sighed, leaning back into me. I silently thanked Eric Northman, the man in Dead to the World, for giving me the wonderful idea.
"Damon," she whispered my name softly.
I knew that she wasn't asking me anything, or expecting me to answer her. It was just her, softly sighing my name. I gently turned her around, leaning down to kiss her roughly and passionately. She parted her lips, and I slid my tongue in her mouth. She made a small noise of pleasure, touching my tongue with hers. She wound one hand in my hair, and the other she laid against my chest. As I deepened the kiss, she let her hand wander down to my stomach. Hesitating only slightly, she trailed her fingers down to my navel, then following the trail of dark hair that led down from there.
I remembered the first time we had been together, the way she had fumbled with the zipper of my jeans, so nervous of touching me there. She was so different now, openly touching me without hardly any hesitation.
I spun her around so that her back was against the wall of the shower, letting my hands explore her body like her fingers were slowly exploring me. I felt my face transform and my fangs lengthen as her fingernails gently brushed against me, and feeling the animal in me take control, I wound one hand through her hair to pull her head back, and then lunged at her neck, sinking my teeth in. She gasped with pleasure, arms wrapping around me. With one hand, I turned the water off, and not releasing her neck, I slid my arm under her legs to scoop her up. In a blur of motion, I had her on the bed, and I finally let go of her neck.
"You don't have to let go," she whispered hoarsely.
"I do not want to drain you," I said, arching one eyebrow.
"Good point," she mumbled.
I licked the two little wounds, allowing the healing coagulants in my saliva to heal the puncture marks in the side of her neck. I took her over and over again, took her until she screamed, took her until she actually asked me to bite her, took her until I had exhausted both of us.
"You are something else, Damon Salvatore," she whispered, resting her head on my chest.
I nodded, wrapping my arm around her waist. As she started to fall asleep, I began wondering what it would be like to have her forever. To never lose her, to love her for the next several centuries. All it would take would be one simple blood exchange and her death. And she would be mine. Forever.
I found myself intoxicated by the idea, fantasizing about it. I stroked her back, thinking about how striking she would look with her pretty face transformed. But deep down, I knew she would look nothing like Katherine did. I would make sure her humanity would never get turned off, no matter what. And I would stand by her, stand by her throughout eternity. We would hunt together, feed together, I would show her the amazing feel of pursuing your prey. Of course she would never kill, but she could snatch, eat, erase. I closed my eyes, visualizing the two of us dissolving into blurs in pursuit of our prey. I fell asleep fantasizing about my Elena as a vampire. My dreams were equally as intoxicating, featuring image after image of her as a vampire.
When I woke, my mind was still spinning. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't erase the thought of Elena being a vampire from my mind.
"What's on your mind?" Elena asked, meeting my eyes.
I laughed softly. "I didn't even realize you were awake," I said, stroking her hair.
"I am. So, what are you thinking about so hard?" she asked.
"Nothing that would interest you," I lied, knowing she would want to know what I was fantasizing about.
"Liar," she said, immediately catching my hesitation.
"I would never…do that to you," I murmured, turning away.
"Do what to me?" she asked, her brow furrowing as she took my face in her hands and turned me to face her again.
"Sentence you to this life. This curse," I sighed, feeling both conflicted and defeated.
"Are you talking about turning me?" she breathed, her eyes widening slightly.
"I would never do it, just…dream about it," I admitted.
"You would want me around for that long?" she asked, much to my shock.
"That is what I want more than anything else in this entire world, Elena," I said honestly, meeting her dark brown eyes.
"I never knew you wanted that," she said, blushing slightly.
"I have wanted to turn you ever since that night we danced in the Grill. But it's hardly like I could. You are human, and I'm not going to force you into this life," I said, hoping I didn't sound too much like Stefan.
She was silent, lost in her thoughts. I hoped I hadn't upset her.
The next day, after I came home from drinking some at the Grill, I was surprised to sense that Elena was already there. She'd said that her, Bonnie, and Caroline were going shopping, and I had expected them to be gone longer.
I walked into my bedroom, taking in the candles lit everywhere. They were on my dresser, on my nightstand, on the window ledges, anywhere that they could be set. When I glanced at the bed, I had to clench my jaw to keep from dropping it. Elena was laying on my bed in…how did I explain it. Lacy. Uh huh, definitely lacy. Lingerie. Lacy lingerie. I felt my thoughts go incoherent, and I pulled off my jacket and threw it over the desk chair. I fumbled with my black leather belt, unable to tear by gaze from Elena, who was swathed in black lacy lingerie, stretched out on my bed.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" she teased, propping herself on her elbows.
"Gee, I wonder," I choked, using vampire strength to tear the stupid damned belt in half before pulling it from my jeans. She smiled, watching me closely as I unbuttoned my shirt and yanked it from my shoulders.
"Relax, why don't you," she sighed, still smiling.
"Not likely," I muttered, trying like hell to unsnap my jeans. And were they tighter than usual or was it just me?
"We should talk," she said, sitting up.
"Talk? You dress up in that and you want to talk?" I said, my voice begging her to change her mind.
"We can talk afterwards, if you'd rather," she said much to my intense relief.
"Yes. After. Definitely after," I said, adding my boxers to my growing pile of discarded clothing.
I immediately got on top of her, my mouth seeking hers. She kissed me back as intensely as she could, and I let out a small noise of pleasure. I reached down and gently fondled her breast through her lacy bra, and she made a noise of pleasure similar to mine. She reached down to touch me, and this time I moaned softly, increasing the pressure between her mouth and mine.
As she pressed herself against me, I pulled away from her mouth. I leaned down and took the top of her lacy underwear between my teeth and ripped them off of her, and then repeated the process with her bra. She again softly moaned, and I brought my mouth back to hers, sliding my tongue forcefully into her mouth. She opened her mouth further, allowing me complete entrance. I reached down to gently touch her, and feeling her readiness, I entered more forcefully than I ever had before.
She cried out, arching into me. Forgetting the entire world, forgetting how to think, I let the rest of the night dissolve into a sweet, blissful blur.
When I awoke, mine and Damon's limbs were tangled together, a sheet twisted between us. We were laying on top of the blankets, and sunlight came through the window and shone on Damon's bare skin.
I reached up and gently traced his face, running my fingers over his cheekbone and then over his jaw line, becoming lost in his features. I traced his collarbone, down his side, the smooth angle of his hipbone. My breath was taken away by the sheer and complete beauty of him, sleeping and bathed in sunlight. I could only hope that he would at least consider my idea, which intoxicated me to no end. I continued to study him, this time taking in the finer features of his face. He had long, dark eyelashes that when his eyes were open, framed the most beautiful blue eyes in the world. I then took in the rest of his face; his perfect fair skin, the sculpted mouth I had kissed so many times…I could analyze his features forever. I smiled when his eyelids fluttered and then opened, and I was immediately captured by the shocking blue of his eyes.
"Good morning," I whispered, my breath catching in my throat as I feared his reaction to what I wanted to talk to him about.
"Yes it is," he agreed, stroking my arm.
I smiled, pulling myself closer to him and curling up next to him. His arms encircled my waist, and I kissed him gently.
"So about what I wanted to talk to you about…" I trailed off, biting my lip.
"Oh yeah, you did want to talk about something," he said offhandedly.
"This is serious, Damon," I said, meeting his eyes. He sighed, and stopped joking around.
"What is it?" he asked, his blue eyes somber and serious for a change.
"It's about you. Being a vampire," I started, and pressed my finger to his lips when he opened them to speak.
"I talked to Bonnie while we were at the mall, and she said that her and her grams had found a reversal spell in Emily's spell book. A vampire found out that Emily had found a way to reverse vampirism, and because the vampire didn't want it used on him - or at least I think Bonnie said it was a him - he killed her. That's how Emily died," I explained, relaying what Bonnie had told me. She had used the necklace Emily had given Katherine to see how Emily had died, and through her powers she had seen the whole awful scene of the vampire snapping Emily's neck. She said that the crystal still had enough of Emily's energy in it for her to see images through it.
"So let me get this straight. Bonnie and her grandmother can turn me…human," he said the last word hesitantly, as if it was foreign on his tongue.
"Yes. That is exactly what I'm saying," I said, smiling when he didn't immediately reject it.
"I have been a vampire for…168 years," he breathed, his brow furrowing.
"I know, I just…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up," I stammered, knowing I'd been selfish in asking him to give up eternal youth and beauty simply for me.
"Yes you should have," he argued.
"No, I probably shouldn't have. Damon, you are a vampire. And it's selfish of me to ask you to give that up."
"Elena, you don't understand. I want to be human."
I sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for Damon to wake up. I'd had Bonnie and her grams perform the spell at the boardinghouse to where he'd be comfortable when he woke up, and they had left now that they'd finished the spell.
He was breathing deep and even, and my pulse rocketed when his eyes flickered open.
"Is it done?" he asked, a trace of excitement in his voice.
I smiled. "It is. You're human," I said, reaching out to caress his face.
"This feels odd, having a heartbeat," he laughed, smiling back at me.
"Do you like it? Being human?" I asked, praying he wouldn't say he regretted it.
"I love it. Everything feels so…alive. No pun intended," he added, leaning over to kiss me. I was surprised to feel that his lips were warm against mine, because I was so used to their slight coolness. I realized that I wanted to see in him what I hadn't been able to when he was a vampire. I wanted to see the blood flowing to his face, I wanted to be with him the human way.
I kissed him vigorously and passionately, and I smiled when I pulled back and saw that his face was flushed, just slightly. He was even more perfect and beautiful than he had been as a vampire, though I hadn't thought it possible.
"You are so beautiful," I whispered, sliding into bed next to him.
"I know," he smirked.
"Well, at least you haven't lost your ego," I laughed.
"Oh please. You could have Glenda the Good Witch make me a werewolf and I'd still have my ego," he scoffed.
"You are so cocky," I sighed.
"I have every right to be. You said yourself I'm beautiful."
"And you are. Beautiful and cocky," I said, resting my head on his shoulder.
"You wouldn't have me any other way."
"Of course not. You are my beautiful, cocky Damon," I said sarcastically.
"Always will be," he added.
"Always," I agreed, taking his hand.
He leaned over and kissed me, and it deepened immediately. Clothes started being shed, and I was arched and ready for him when I suddenly remembered something.
"Stop!" I said, sitting up so fast I knocked him off the bed.
He looked up at me from the floor, one eyebrow lifted. He got to his feet and laid down beside me, gazing at me questioningly.
"Unless you would like me to get pregnant, we are going to need protection," I reminded him.
"Ah hell. I guess we do," he agreed, sighing.
"Sorry. It's one of the downsides of being human," I teased him lightly.
"I think I'll get over it," he said sarcastically.
"You better," I scoffed, matching him sarcasm for sarcasm.
He smiled, leaning in to kiss me. It deepened, and I rested my hand on his chest as he pulled me closer. I could feel his pulse picking up, feel his heart rate accelerate.
"Love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," I said, kissing him gently and sweetly.
It was true. I loved him more than I had ever thought I could love anyone in the world. Loved him so much it hurt. I had fallen for him so completely and totally that it now consumes everything that I am.
And all it had taken was five minutes.
"Breathe in breathe out, there is no sound, we move together up and down. We levitate, our bodies soar, our feet don't even touch the floor. And nobody knows you like I do, the world doesn't understand. But I grow stronger in your hands. Turn the lights down low, take it off, let me show my love for you insatiable."
Surprise, Damon's human! I know, I know, it's a little weird, but my idea helper drodgers89 and I discussed it and decided that Elena being the one to become a vampire would just be too done, too cliché. Don't get me wrong, I thought about it, but Damon being human is an idea that hasn't been used in a fanfic (or at least not often) and I wanted to see if I could make it work.
And as always, thank you so much to my readers, who without I wouldn't have gotten this far, and to drodgers89 for her constant help with ideas! You guys are awesome!