Elena's eyes clenched shut at the reminder of what happened between them but she tried to force those awful images away. Her eyes fluttered open with some effort as she took in the purple bruises on his chest and her fingers dropped from his face to gently feel his torso. "You're hurt," she said, softly. The torture he had endured to keep her safe, to keep them both safe, she'd never be able to forget that.
"Yeah," he said simply. "Come on. Let's get you in the shower so you can rest."
"Hurts to stand," she admitted softly as she stared at the black bath mat that they were sitting on. Her body felt like one big ache, any movement caused her some serious discomfort. She wouldn't be able to hide it from Damon.
Damon got to his feet and carefully helped her up as well. With an arm around her waist, he turned the taps on, filling the tub with warm water. They stood there in silence as his head rested against hers. Once the tub was almost full he shut the water off and glanced down at her. "We gotta take this off," he said then sighed. "I can leave if you want."
In that moment Elena decided that she needed him here with her so they could work through what happened together. "I want you here," she said shaking her head as she stared at the water. "You should get cleaned up too."
"I will later," he said with shrug. "Once you're taken care of."
Tears nearly filled her eyes as at how selfless he was being and she chewed on her lower lip for a minute. "You could… the tub is big enough." She wanted to offer him the same comfort he was offering her. She didn't know how much she could help him, but she needed to try. She wanted him to know that she still trusted him, that she still loved him.
"Elena," he said with some effort. "That's the last thing you need right now. Especially from me."
"Damon, you didn't hurt me," she said, finally raising her eyes to his. "She hurt both of us in a sick way but I will never blame you for what happened. Never." She tried to put as much conviction in her voice as she could.
"Oh Elena," he whispered, his head dropping. "What did I do to deserve this from you?"
She smiled a little. "Plenty," she said allowing her hands to move over his chest gently. "So join me?"
"If you want me to leave, just tell me okay?" he asked as he toed off his shoes.
Elena carefully peeled Stefan's jacket from her battered body as Damon settled himself in the large tub. She suppressed a groan of pain as her body was engulfed in agony. Slowly, she eased into the warm water, and settled herself carefully against his chest. "Okay?" she asked, not wanting to hurt him anymore then he was.
"I'm fine," he said softly as his hands rested on the sides of the tub.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she pulled her legs up against her chest. Silent tears slid down her cheeks as the nights events caught up with her. It didn't help when his arms closed around her and he whispered meaningless things in her ear.
"It'll be okay Elena," he said, softly before lifting his wrist to his mouth to pierce his flesh. "Here," he offered. "It'll make the pain go away and help you heal."
Elena didn't bother to resist as her mouth latched on the wound. It tasted sweet and rich as it coursed down her throat and she licked the wound clean as it healed on its own. "Thank you," she said. He pressed a kiss to her hair, giving her the motivation she needed as she sat up slightly so she could turn a little in the tub and press her lips against his softly.
He groaned and pushed her away. "No Elena," he said softly. "This is not what you need right now."
"How do you know what I need?" she asked angrily. "I have my own mind Damon and I'm not going to let you think for me."
"That's not what I meant," he said as he clenched his jaw. "I just… now's not the time."
"What else do I need to do to prove to you that I love you?" she asked, getting out of the tub. Damon's blood had helped her a lot, she could at least move without her body feeling like it was on fire. She grabbed a towel and tied it around her chest as she stared down at his confused face. "Katherine made you rape me Damon," she nearly whispered, and she hated the broken look that returned to his face. "And I know I should be pushing you away and be afraid of you, but I'm not. You're the only one I want with me. Okay? I know…" she paused as she folded her arms. "I can see how bad you feel about what happened but you had no control of it. She was going to kill me if you didn't do what she said. She was probably going to kill us anyway if Bonnie hadn't gotten there." She rubbed her tired face. "So when is it going to be enough for you?"
Damon rose from the tub as well, the water dripping from his body as he stepped over the sides. "You have no idea what is going inside my head Elena," he growled. "How hard it is for me to be in the same room with you right now after what I did. So don't pretend that you understand, because you don't. You don't have to work for everything in your life. I do. I have to fight against all my instincts, against everything that I've taught myself over the last century, just so I can be with you, because I love you. And Katherine ripped that all away from me."
Tears streamed down Elena's face as she slid her arms around his waist, not caring how angry he was. "But I'm here," she whispered. "I'm not broken, I'm not hurt, and I'm not running. It means everything in the world to me that you've changed Damon. And I'm trying to show you, but I can't do much if you don't even let me kiss you. We can make this all better, it doesn't have to hurt to be this to each other. I don't want it to hurt."
Suddenly, his arms were around her and his lips were smashed against hers. His hand tangled in her long, damp tresses as her hands settled at his sides. He pulled back after a minute so she could breathe. "How was that?" he asked.
"Mind blowing," she whispered.
"I'm sorry Elena," he said, for what felt like the millionth time tonight. "I just don't want to mess this up. You know that I'm not used to this… personal space stuff, and you have reservations about… us together, and I don't want to do anything to drive you away."
Elena moved her hands around his neck and rested her head against his shoulder. "It's new for me too," she said. "And we haven't had a smooth start. But I need you, Damon. We're made for each other, I've never… our connection is so strong, I can't stand to be away from you. I don't plan on keeping us a secret, you don't have to be afraid to be with me."
"It feels like a dream," he said as he rested his cheek against her hair. "I've never had anyone like you in my life Elena. I've never had someone care about me like this. You have no idea how important you are to me." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "Come on, you should get some rest."
"We both should," she corrected. "Come on." She gripped his hand and headed to his bed. "I'm already feeling a lot better. You're blood really helped."
"Good," he said, softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Elena's eyes darkened as she stared at his naked body and she slowly moved to stand in front of him, still wrapped in a towel. His eyes slowly traveled up to meet hers and she leaned down to kiss him softly. "I love you," she whispered. Sleeping was the last thing on her mind right now, she just wanted… needed to be with him, to make all the painful memories of the night to go away.
Damon swallowed as his hands rested on her hips. "I love you too sweetheart," he said, his lips curving up a little.
Elena lowered her lips to his once again, more passionately as her hands tangled in his hair.
Damon pulled away from her sinful lips as he stared up at her."Elena, you're killing me here."
"I'm sorry," she said. "But I'm not tired."
He gently pushed her away and rose to his feet before crossing the room to lock his door. "Don't you think we should wait?" he asked, but she shook her head and he closed the distance between them, searching her eyes for any hesitation but he found none. He could smell her desire in the air as he lowered his lips to hers, taking control of the situation. His hands loosened the towel, exposing her slender body to his gaze. He smiled as she shivered when his hands moved over her bare flesh, lifting her in his arms to carry her to the bed. "You're going to feel so good," he whispered, his body moving over hers. Instinctivally, she spread her legs and lifted her hips, already eager for him, but he held her hips still. "Not yet," he said. "There's no rush. Not tonight." His large hands closed over her breasts, pinching her nipples softly, testing her reaction before his lips closed over the left one.
Elena gasped as shocks spread straight to her core. "Oh god," she said, her head thrashing against the pillow. "What are you doing to me?"
"Loving you," he said simply. His fingers moved lower, teasing her sensitive lips that were already slick. "So wet for me," he said with a smirk as he slid a finger into her tight sheath slowly, testing any injuries she may have suffered earlier. She crooned softly and he carefully added a second finger. "Okay?" he asked, kissing her cheek.
Elena nodded. "Please, don't stop," she whispered, her hands twisting in the bed sheets.
Damon used his free hand to gasp one of hers. "I'm going to show you so many new things sweetheart," he said guiding her hand to her breast. He closed his hand over hers, molding it to her flesh. "You just have to trust me."
"I do," she said instantly.
"Good," he said, inserting a third finger. "God, you're so tight." He was pleased to know she didn't sleep with Stefan a lot, but he pushed those thoughts away as quickly as they came. He pumped his fingers at a steady pace, testing her out, smiling when he found her sweet spot.
"Damon," she whimpered, trying to pull him closer to her as she lifted her knees.
His fingers increased their speed and he could see her struggling for control. "It's alright baby," he said, nipping her collar bone. "I want you to cum for me."
"I can't," she nearly sobbed.
"Nonsense," he said his fingers finding her bundle of nerves before pinching and twisting it roughly. His mouth covered hers, swallowing her scream of ecstacy as her hips forcefully rose to meet his fingers. He pulled back to let her breath, as her limbs became jelly around him.
"I'm not done with you yet," he said. "Be right back."
She stared at his back as he headed into the bathroom and she climbed out of the bed on shaky legs. Heading over to the dresser she stared at her red flesh with a smile as she ran a brush through her sex touseled hair. "Mmm," she said as his arms came around her waist and she put the brush down.
"My sweet Elena," he murmured against her neck as his fingers once again found the apex of her thighs. "Always ready for me." He tenderly stroked front to back. "No tears or anything."
"I told you," she said, turning her head toward him as her hand came up to cradle his cheek. "It didn't hurt. You could never hurt me Damon."
Damon removed his fingers and just held her against him. "No I never could," he said, resting his chin on her shoulder as he stared at them in the mirror.
Elena's hands closed over his were they rested against her stomach. "I don't want this to be a cloud over us," she whispered. "I want you just forge… can you do that too?"
Damon turned his face into her neck and inhaled her scent. "I promise you'll forget," he vowed.
Elena smiled a little and tilted her head. "You can have some if you want."
"I fed earlier," he said, stroking the patch of skin above her belly button. "I can wait a bit longer."
"Do you think I taste bad?" she asked shyly.
Damon chuckled and his hands spread her thighs once more, steering her from the conversation. "Absolutely not," he said, sliding two fingers into her tight channel. She made a soft comment about loving his fingers which made him swell with male pride. "I'm sure do," he said, using his free to push her back forward. "Hold onto the dresser baby." His smooth hands cupped the globes of her ass as she bent over. He guided his swollen head to her dripping center, before slamming into her with a quick thrust.
Elena cried out in pleasure as her fingers whitened. "Damon," she whispered. "Please."
The last bit of his control had slipped at this point as he slammed into her a bruising pace. Her inner walls clenched around him, causing him to growl deep in his chest as he slammed into her a final time. His strong arms slid around her waist, he unnecessarily panted heavily. "My god, Elena," he said, slowly pulling himself from her warm body. "You okay?"
"Hmm," she said in a daze. "I can't feel anything but I'm… wonderful."
He lifted her in his arms, moving back over to their bed. He slid them under the covers, holding her against his body. "You should definitely rest now," he said, kissing her forehead.
"Was I okay?" she asked, shyly.
His brow creased as he lifted her gaze. "You were amazing," he said. "You are amazing. In everything that you do. I wouldn't trade you for anything."
A tired smile curved on her lips. "I love you," she said softly.
"I love you too Elena," he said, his arms wrapping tightly around her.
Yep that's the end. I hope you were all satisfied with it. I may or may not write a sequel, but I think it stands well on its own. Hope to see good reviews.