Hardest of Hearts
Pairing: Damon/Elena (Der. Who else would I write about? Stefan?)
Disclaimer: I hope L.J. Smith or the CW doesn't pull an "Anne Rice" because I LOVE writing FanFiction about it! I don't own it, if I did, Ian Somerhalder would probably NEVER have clothes on! :D
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Elena couldn't get anymore sleep that night. How could she? It was one of the most bizarre (okay, maybe not totally random, but still.) dreams she'd had. And there's that fact she kind of had to take care of something after the dream…Hey! It wasn't her fault!
…it started to hurt.
As much as she tried not to think about Damon while she was doing it, she couldn't stop the lascivious images of Damon's blue eyes full of lust and the sweat glistening on his hair and bare chest as he pleased her in her head. And she felt even guiltier knowing that Stefan wasn't still locked in the tomb with Katherine whilst this was happening.
Elena walked out the front door to walk to school, hoping the cool air will diminish any thoughts of Stefan's brother.
Damon lay on his bed, a hand gripping his black sheets tightly as he masturbated with the other.
"Fuck..." He growled out, his come spilling out onto the sheets.
Breathing heavily, he opened his eyes and licked his lips. He hadn't been able to get Elena's body out of his mind since the dream last night, when he also did this. Catching his breath, he sat up and frowned at the mess. After stripping his bed and throwing the sheets in the washer, he got showered and dressed.
He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen for a blood bag to see Caroline standing next to the table. He slipped past the blonde vampire and opened the fridge. He poured the blood into a glass and, feeling her eyes on him, he said, "Aren't you late for school, Blondie?"
"Well, I needed to talk to you about the old Bennett Witches, but…you sounded, uh, busy." She couldn't help the smirk that crossed her face.
He turned his head and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Vampire, remember?" She said, tapping her ear mockingly.
"Oh, I know."
"And I'm sure if I could, I'd be blushing right now." She turned and sat down, laughing.
"Why is that?" Damon sat next to her, taking a sip out of the glass before continuing. "You've seen me naked before." He grinned.
"Ugh!" She threw her head back against the chair. "Don't remind me."
He smirked at her and she glared back at him.
"You know, I'm still not completely sure you didn't compel me the first time we met."
Damon scoffed. "Please, Caroline. I didn't have to. The only time I compelled you was when you tried to bash my head in with a lamp and run off." He grinned. "Made one hell of a morning after, didn't it?"
She rolled her eyes. "You compelled me after you bit me again."
"Because you threw the pillow covered in blood at me." He laughed.
Stefan walked in, giving the both of them a confused glance. "What are you guys doing?"
Damon stood up immediately and walked towards the doorway. "Just taking a trip down memory lane, Stef." And he was gone.
Elena opened the door to her room and threw her book bag on a chair before flopping down onto her bed. That damn dream kept replaying in her mind all day and it wouldn't stop. When Stefan asked her what was wrong she said, "Nothing. I'm fine." And that was that. She actually lied to him.
Suddenly exhausted, she closed her eyes, praying she wouldn't have that dream again.
Damon sat in the Salvatore Library, frowning at nothing in particular as he thought about the dream he had. True, he'd thought of Elena that way before, but it was never so much as to be dreaming about her. Hell, it was bad enough the last few nights that he had dreamt, it had been of her and Katherine. Katherine said that Elena would always be like her, and when Damon said that it was bullshit, Elena suddenly sprouted fangs and went for him, ultimately ripping his heart out. Literally.
And now he was having erotic dreams about her? What the hell? He would normally suspect Katherine, but the bitch was down in the tomb so what could be causing this? Then he had a thought: What if it was just his subconscious?
Oh well. Damon stood up and began walking upstairs, smirking to himself. Might as well make the best of it.
"Bonnie!" Caroline ran up to her in the school parking lot – human speed of course – as Bonnie unlocked her car.
"What did you do? It didn't work!" she whined.
"What?" bonnie frowned. Surely she didn't mean the spell.
"I didn't dream at all last night!" Caroline pouted.
Bonnie shook her head, confused. "I don't know, Car. I'm sorry. I'll check it out when I get home."
"Alright." Caroline frowned and walked away, disappointed. How else could she get Matt back to her?
"Fuck, Elena." Damon growled as he thrusted into her over and over again from behind "doggy-style."
"Damoooon…" Elena moaned, throwing her head back, pushing her hips back on each thrust he made.
His breathing erratic, Damon laid his sweaty chest against her bare back as they made love, his fingers trailing down her breasts and stomach until he reached her clit. Elena gasped, then hung her head in pleasure, letting her hair fall over her face and hit the pillow. Damon kissed her shoulder and moved upright, angling his hips to penetrate deeper, causing Elena to cry out loudly. When she was close to climax, she reached down and gently moved his fingers from her clit – she was too sensitive. Damon gripped her hips and gave one more thrust, sending Elena over the edge. She came all over his cock and Damon's fingers on her skin held tighter as he spilled himself inside her, groaning as he did so.
Breathing hard, they collapsed onto the bed together and Damon lay beside her and brushed her sweaty hair out of her face. He smiled a genuine smile, his light blue eyes sparkling. Elena slowly leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I love you."
"Love you, too." He kissed her back.
Damon awoke immediately after that, breathing heavily and grinning. "Well, that was fun." He lay on his pillows and laughed.
Elena woke up, once again, sweaty and very aroused. "Dammit!" She buried her face in her hands.
"Something wrong, Elena?"
She looked up to see Stefan, Bonnie and Caroline standing in her room.