Going Once-Twice-Sold! Part 3
Author: Jen/aka/Angels' Blue Eyed Girl
Rating: This chappie is a definite M people!
I wanted to thank of all you who inspired me and my musie to make this fic as perfect as we could. I went over it again last night and even changed it a bit and re-edited it. After getting such a sweet review from the author of this prompt –Hey Chelle—I really wanted to make sure this was purrfection.
Hope I lived up to the expectations—like I said, musie is a bit rusty. I hadn't written any real smut in a while, so let me know what ya think…
Okay, on with the show…
Gilbert Residence: Elena's Bedroom.
Elena was applying the finishing touches to her ensemble when Jeremy poked his head in her room. "You didn't tell Damon about the blood bonding," he said without preamble.
"Jeremy!" Elena gasped, almost dropping the hoop earring she was attempting to get in her ear. "You are getting as sneaky as a vampire, you know that?" she accused, finally securing the large dangling hoop in her ear. She gave herself a long scrutiny in the mirror, checking and double checking her appearance.
Jeremy rolled his eyes. "You look fine. Come on, Elena, you always look great." Like a homing device, he zeroed in on the subject he wanted to discuss. "Why didn't you tell Damon about the Blood Bonding?"
"Because," she explained, pulling out a pair of gold heels that would match her dress. "Damon would have blown me off." She held up the Greek style high-heeled sandals, debating if they would look right with her dress. It was a sleeveless V neck design, with a golden mesh top and a fitted black skirt that ended just above the knee. It was sexy and chic, and Elena loved the way it looked on her. "Do these match?" she asked, turning towards Jeremy.
He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. They're gold—the dress has a gold top. That's a match, right?" It was obvious he hadn't a clue.
Elena rolled her eyes. Where was Caroline when she needed her? She glanced at the clock. She had fifteen minutes before Damon arrived; she decided to wear the shoes. She sat at the foot of her bed to slip her feet into her sandals. "Jeremy, please don't tell him. I want to, but I want it to be special." She buckled the straps and stood up. "I want him to know its real. I need him to believe it before…"
Jeremy waited. He already knew what Elena was going to say. Rose had pretty much said it that night coming home from Denver, but he needed to hear it from Elena's own lips before he'd believe it.
"Before what, Elena?" he prompted.
"Before, I tell him I'm in love with him," she admitted softly.
Jeremy nodded. It seemed the only person really surprised with her feeling was Elena. He heard a car door slam outside. "He's here," he said and then laughed softly as his sister went into a tizzy of sheer panic.
Elena blurred around the room, making sure her hair was perfect and her dress was just right and her earrings swung just perfectly. She sprayed some perfume in the air and then walked through it so that it settled on her body like a mist.
As he watched her, Jeremy gave a snort at all her last minute preparations. "Jeez, no wonder we're always waiting for you guys," he said. "I'll go open the door for Damon. Come down when you finally get your dress to hang just right!" he teased, before heading down the stairs.
Elena heard Jeremy let Damon in. As she listened, she could hear the affection in Damon's voice as he talked to her younger brother and it warmed her heart how they'd formed a friendship of sorts. She gave herself one final glance, fluffed her hair again and quickly exited the room to greet Damon. Her stomach flip-flopped as she walked down the stairs. She could hear him and her brother in the kitchen talking. They both turned her way when she entered the room.
Elena's eyes roamed Damon's devastating physique, taking in the dark jeans, black button down and leather jacket he was wearing. He looked good enough to eat and Elena couldn't help the way her gaze settled on his lips. She wanted to kiss him, but he might as well be holding up a STOP sign. He, in no way shape or form, encouraged her to even hug him, much less plant one on him.
"Hey," she said softly.
"Hey back," he said. There was an awkward silence for a moment until Damon pushed away from the island and came to stand before her. "Ready?"
Elena nodded, trying to keep her disappointment at his lack of emotion at bay. Usually, he would have complimented her on her appearance, but tonight…nothing.
He glanced to Jeremy. "Try working on some of those exorcises we've been practicing, okay?" Jeremy nodded and muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like 'Yes Drill-Master Damon-sir' and Damon rolled his eyes. "Just do it. We won't be late," he added, much to Elena's further disappointment.
There was sympathy in Jeremy's eyes and Elena turned away, afraid her brother would see through her barely there defenses and comment on how badly Damon's aloofness was hurting her. "Bye Jer," she said huskily and quickly exited the kitchen before she broke down and started to cry on the spot.
"Dude, do you have to be such a dick to her?!" Jeremy hissed as soon as Elena left.
Damon shrugged him off. "First of all," he replied to the younger man, "what's between me and your sister is not your concern. Second, your sister has stomped on my heart more times than I can count. The damned thing is practically road kill under her tender care, so don't ask me if I need to be a dick, because, yeah, I kind of do. It's the only thing I have left," he said and with that he left, leaving Jeremy staring after him with a sad expression on his face.
Elena was waiting for him when he exited the kitchen. "Maybe, you were right before…maybe, this isn't a good idea. I'm sorry I forced you into this Damon. If you want to call it off—"
Damon put his hand on the small of her back and ushered her towards the front door. "Elena, I have reservations already—just get your jacket, so we can get this over with, okay?"
And, with those words, Elena's hope went down in a fiery blaze of dismal defeat. He didn't want to give her a chance. He was leaving her. Tears flooded her eyes and she could barely see as she grabbed her jacket. She allowed her curtain of hair to hide her face as Damon escorted her out the door and down the walkway to his Camaro.
Damon tilted his head, watching her as she slid into the passenger seat of his car. She wouldn't look at him and her pain was making his senses flare up. He shut her door and stood there for a moment. He was being a first class ass-hat, but he simply couldn't find it in himself to stop. She had broken him over and over. Maybe, he was just too damaged to care anymore.
When he slid into the driver's seat, her shoulders were shaking silently. She tried to wipe her eyes before he could see, but he could practically smell her tears. It made his heart ache. Fuck! He could handle werewolves—hybrids and Originals with the bad habit of trying to kill him, but Elena's tears brought him to his knees and he was powerless to stop his reaction.
"Elena," he said softly, turning to her and tucking her hair back so he could see her face. Sure enough her eyes were red rimmed and watery. "I'm sorry. I'm being a dick. Please don't cry," he finally said.
With a small sob and vampire strength, she grabbed hold of the front of his leather jacket and pulled him to her, snuggling her face into his chest. Damon hadn't been expecting an armful of Elena, but suddenly she was pressed up against him and he finally let himself give in and hold her; just for a moment, he told himself.
Elena's fingers curled into his jacket and she clung to the solid comfort he offered. Her tears quieted down to soft sniffles as his familiar scent enveloped her. She buried her face in his neck and inhaled. Her tummy fluttered wildly. He smelled so good. So Damon; she couldn't stop herself from placing tender kisses along the corded muscle of his throat as he held her.
Damon froze when he felt her soft lips on his flesh. His dick definitely stood up and took notice. "Elena, don't," he rasped.
She pulled back and her big doe brown eyes seemed even more alluring than usual as she met his gaze and held it. "I can't help it."
Her eyes dropped to his mouth and she licked her lips. Her breath was coming fast and hard and Damon groaned. The air was thick with unrequited sexual tension. Damon tried to draw back, but her fingers dug in even deeper and held him there. She was his own personal brand of torture and even though he knew he was going to regret it, he couldn't seem to stop his mouth from descending onto hers.
The kiss was soft at first, a gentle brush of lips, but Elena took him by surprise by launching herself at him full steam ahead. She flew across the tiny bit of space separating them, tackling him backwards into his seat. Her hands were everywhere and Damon growled low and deep in his throat as her lips attacked his own, kissing him as if she were starving, and he was the last meal she would ever get to taste. She climbed right up in his lap, her knees on either side of his hips and plopped her curvy ass down, making Damon groan as she came in contact with the hard on he'd been sporting since she'd entered the kitchen looking so damned beautiful, his jaw had almost hit the floor.
Elena buried her fingers in his hair and held on for dear life as she gave everything she had into kissing him. All her emotions were poured into that kiss and she moaned with pleasure when Damon caved and allowed her access to the warm recesses of his mouth, kissing her back with a passion that rivaled her own.
Their lusty kisses quickly spiraled to a near frenzy. All too soon kisses weren't enough; Elena needed to touch him, feel his bare flesh pressed up against her own. She tore his shirt open and the sound of ripping fabric and buttons flying, snapped Damon back to reality.
"Wait! Wait! We can't do this!" he gasped, panting harshly. He grabbed both her wrists to keep her wandering hands off him. "Elena stop!" he growled, when she began to grind her sexy little butt down on his now painful erection.
"Don't want to stop," she breathed, nibbling at his ear. "Want you…want you inside me."
Dinner was out the window. His shirt was in tatters. He was hard as a freaking rock and Elena was a total hot mess rubbing against him like a cat in heat. But maybe there was still hope to salvage his pride if he could just convince his self-preservation to kick back in and stop what was happening, but it seemed that voice in his head had taken this most in-opportune time to pack up and leave. Elena pulled her hands out of his slackened grip and Damon let out a low groan when her slim fingers found the bulge in his jeans and caressed him through the rough denim. Damon was absolutely sure he should be dumping Elena back inside her house and making a break for it. However, for the life of him, he couldn't seem to find the strength to stop her hands when they unbuttoned his jeans and slipped inside to stroke the steely hard length of his shaft. He hissed softly when she scraped the tender underside of his cock with her nails, sending shivers up his spine. But, when she gripped him firmly and began to jack him off, Damon's willpower crumbled and he gave in altogether.
"Let's go back to the boarding house," he bit out, desperately trying to keep from coming in her hand like a teenage boy having his first car sex experience.
"Can't wait that long," Elena whimpered and to Damon's shock she rose up, moved her panties to the side and suddenly the sensitive tip of his penis was sliding inside her wet heat.
"Elena," he tried again, "we're in front of your house—anyone could—oh fuck!" he cursed as she suddenly sank down upon him, taking his entire length inside her in one swift move. His eyes snapped closed and he swallowed convulsively as her inner walls fluttered around his girth, gripping him like a tight, delicious glove.
"Oh yes!" Elena cried softly, gripping his biceps as his hands went to her hips, holding her and stilling her movements on top of him. But, Elena wasn't having it. Now that she had him where she wanted him, she wasn't giving him the chance to change his mind. She used her knees to raise her hips and lower them; up and down, up and down, until she was riding him hard and fast, desperate for the relief she knew he could give.
"Jesus Elena," Damon breathed as she fucked him into near mindlessness. His hands rested on her hips, guiding her movements while his eyes were glued to where they were joined. Her dress had ridden up, giving him a spectacular view of his cock gliding in and out of her. It was, by far, the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his long life and he finally admitted he'd never truly be done with this girl. She drove him crazy, but he was head over ass in love with her, and if tonight was any indication, he couldn't deny her anything, up to and including, the pleasure they could find within one another's bodies.
Elena began to shudder above him. She grabbed hold of his shoulders and began to bounce in his lap furiously, all the while making these delicious sounds of pleasure in the back of her throat that drove Damon wild. He slammed his hips upwards, hitting that spot inside that had her throwing her head back and crying out his name in a breathless gasp.
"Come for me, Elena," he growled, angling his thrusts to hit that spot over and over, needing her to come before he did. He did have some pride left after all! Just when he thought he might not be able to outlast her, her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a wordless cry of pleasure and she went over the edge, shivering in his arms like a heroin junkie in desperate need of a fix!
Her body clamped down on his shaft and her orgasm milked his own right out of him. Within seconds of Elena's climax, Damon buried his face in sweetly scented flesh of her neck and followed her over that precipice and into mindless oblivion.
Later, in the afterglow of post-coital bliss, Elena kept her head on his shoulder, content for the moment to just bask in the feeling of being so connected to him again. But as the minutes dragged on and he remained silent, she became nervous. Was he angry? She had pretty much just molested him and she'd done so in front of her own house, where her brother could have easily walked out and discovered them! She was a little mortified at her behavior, but at the same time, she wasn't. They hadn't gotten caught and she'd finally gone after what she wanted for the first time in a very long time. However, he was so quiet, she couldn't help being worried he would act as if what they'd just done was a mistake. She gathered her courage by its bootstraps and faced him; to her relief, Damon didn't offer up a snarky comment. Instead, he seemed almost peaceful as he lay there under her, head back and his gorgeous eyes closed. His thick dark lashes rested on his high cheek bones and Elena took a moment to take in his beauty. He looked content, (for the first time in weeks) and her hopes for a new start rose from the ashes like the proverbial Phoenix.
He cracked open an eye as he felt her gaze on him. "It's not polite to stare after sex, Elena. Hasn't anyone ever told you that," he teased.
She bit her lip. "Are you mad?"
He shook his head side to side. "Mad, no. Feeling a little tawdry…" He shrugged. "Maybe, considering you did buy me for the night."
She brushed a sweaty lock of hair back from his face. "At least you didn't say cheap."
He mock glared. "Bite your tongue. I am never cheap."
Elena thought of the money she'd spent to have her date with him tonight. "No, you definitely weren't."
"Are we regretting busting open our piggy bank, now?"
Elena shook her head vehemently, sending her riotous hair flying all around her face. "No, not at all. I got exactly what I wanted for Christmas…" She said a little shyly, biting her lip again and glancing at him from under her lashes.
Damon let out a short bark of laughter. "You asked for steamy car-sex for Christmas?!" He wriggled his brows at her rakishly. "Didn't Santa find that request a little…naughty?!"
Elena let out a peal of happy giggles. He was teasing her—that was a good sign. "No, he figured it was okay, considering the bad-boy I wanted it with," she replied, enjoying their repartee.
She knew she'd said the wrong thing as soon as she said it, because Damon's eyes lost that sparkle of mirth and his face clouded over.
"That's what I'll always be," he said quietly, "the bad-guy."
"No!" She took his face in her hands. "That is not true. I see the good in you."
His brows lowered and he wasn't laughing anymore. "Does that even matter? I won't ever make the decisions Stefan makes, you understand that, right?"
"Damon, I don't want—"
"No! You need to hear this Elena before you start assigning me the role as hero in your life. That night on the bridge—I would have let the football player die. Do you hear me? I would not have—respected—" he air quoted the word, "your decision to die! I would have saved you. I will always save you and if you really want something more than this between us…" He waved a hand at their still intimate positions, "then you need to understand that and accept it."
Her eyes narrowed and Elena's pugnacious spirit kicked in. "Well, I can say the same to you. I want to be with you, Damon. I do, but you need to accept that sometimes I'm not going to like the decisions you make and I may get mad at you for making them!"
Her answer seemed to please him, because for the first time, Damon gave her a real smile. "Good, then we have a common ground to start on."
"Okay, well good, at least we're talking about it. So let's talk about us," Elena said, deciding to face the delicate subject head on, now that he'd thrown the opening salvo.
Damon glanced out the window and frowned. "You know, as much as I love sitting here in my car with you naked in my lap, I suggest we move this party back to the boarding house; so we can talk, without your brother looking out the curtains at us every few minutes."
Elena gasped and her eyes flew to her house. Sure enough the curtain dropped back into place. She made a sound that was suspiciously akin to a squeak and flew off his lap and into her seat, tugging down her dress in the process. "Oh my God!" she cried, "you don't think he knows what we—oh my God!" she said again, wringing her hands and glancing at her house as if she suspected Jeremy would barge out at any minute and paint a huge red A along the side of the Camaro!
Damon fixed his appearance the best he could. At least he was covered, but there was no hope for his shirt. She had effectively destroyed yet another of his favorite button downs. He might have to start buying them in bulk with Elena around!
"Damon, do you think he…uh knows what we were doing?" she whispered, still peering through the fogged up windows towards her house.
"Do you want the truth?" he asked, raising a brow.
Elena shook her head, "In this case, probably not."
"Then no, I'm sure he has no idea what we've been doing out here for the last thirty minutes," Damon quipped.
Elena put a hand over her mouth to stop the nervous giggles that wanted to burst forth at his answer. Damon winked at her and she couldn't help it, she gave a small snort and laughed out loud. "Oh God…I'm never going to live this down," she moaned softly.
Damon started up the Camaro and turned to give her his wickedest smirk. "If it helps you can just tell him you couldn't control yourself around me and my irresistibleness!"
She smacked him on the arm playfully, to which he gave the prerequisite, 'Ouch!', before pulling away from her house and heading back to the boardinghouse.
The drive to the Boarding House had been filled with awkward silences as each of them were a bit lost in their own thoughts.
Elena was on pins and needles. Damon had seemed receptive to developing a relationship before they'd left her house, but she had noticed his jaw hardening a bit on the drive and he had been too quiet. Now, she was worried he'd pull a 180 on her once they started to talk seriously.
Elena was right.
Damon was wrestling with his own demons. Just because they'd had amazing sex did not mean everything was hunky-dory! There was still the damned Sire Bond—which made his skin crawl to think Elena only wanted him because she was sired to him! There was the fact that he didn't play by her rules and he probably never would. Could she really accept that about him? Not to mention, that just a couple of weeks ago, Elena had been almost too eager to find a cure and become the girl that chose his brother over him, time and time again. What if they got together and then found the cure? Would Elena take it and drop him like a bad habit she had developed as a vampire?!
All those thoughts swirled in Damon's head. So, by the time he pulled his Camaro into the gravel drive of his home, he was tense, borderline pessimistic and totally confused all over again.
As soon as they were inside the house, Elena headed right for the parlor. She stood there in the middle of the huge room, feet planted, hands on hips and waited for Damon to join her; which he did a moment later.
He headed for the bar and Elena rolled her eyes, but let him make his drink before diving right in on what was bothering him now. "Okay, spill. I know you've convinced yourself this won't work, so tell me what new reasons do you have?"
Damon set his drink down and added some logs to the fire that always seemed to be burning in the hearth. Elena watched him carefully as he stared into the flames for a moment, as if it held all his answers. She worried her bottom lip, becoming edgy at his silence, when he let out a sigh and picked his drink back up off the floor, Elena broached the subject again.
"Damon, we can't work this out if you won't talk to me."
He turned to face her, a pensive expression on his handsome face. "What if Stefan gets the cure, Elena?" he asked, staring at her curiously. "What happens when you take it? Will you revert to your Stefan 2.0 settings and decide I was simply a mistake you made while under the influence of being a vampire—or will your feelings for me still be there?" He took a long swallow of his bourbon. "Have you thought of that? Because I have, and I don't think I could take that. I'd rather not start something that's going to end with my heart on the floor again, getting stomped into the ground." He flashed that Damon smirk that was all snarky sarcasm. "As exciting as that sounds, I think I'll pass, if you don't mind."
"Who says I want the cure?" she retorted.
"You did," he replied wearily.
"No. I distinctly remember saying I didn't want the cure if it meant losing my brother's humanity."
"That doesn't mean you don't want it, Elena. That just means you don't want to destroy your brother to get it, and that's admirable. Believe me, I know," he told her with a sigh. "It's one of the things I love and hate about you—your willingness to sacrifice yourself for the people you love." He flashed a lop-sided smile, "But, that still doesn't mean you don't want it. And that still doesn't mean you won't think this is a mistake once you get it."
For the first time, Elena saw what all her back and forth tugging had done to him. She had never maliciously set out to lure Damon in, but she couldn't deny that once she started having feelings for him, she hadn't exactly discouraged his love for her either.
It was time to make a choice and Elena knew that as well as she knew that tomorrow, she would wake up and still be a vampire. Was she going to embrace her new life or live in the shadows of her past?
"I don't want the cure," she suddenly blurted out, and she was almost as surprised as Damon, to realize it was the truth.
"You say that now…"
"No, I mean it. I don't want it. Everyone else wanted it for me, but I never actively looked for a cure, Damon. The only reason I hated being a vampire was because I was afraid I would hurt people, but now that I can drink from blood bags…" She shrugged. "I'm not really minding it as much." He was staring at her hard as if trying to see if she was telling the truth and Elena met his eyes squarely, wanting him to see the truth. "As a matter of fact," she admitted, smiling softly, "I kind of like having super powers."
He stared for a second, before smirking. "You would."
"Okay, so what's next—the Sire Bond?" she asked. Elena was warming to this now, she was shooting down his reasons for denying them a chance and she was on a roll. She already had this one worked out, so she was ready for his next shot.
"Okay, yeah, now that you mention it," Damon answered, "I think we should talk about it considering you never wanted anything to do with me until it happened."
"That is not true and you know it," Elena shot back. "Or have you conveniently forgotten Denver?"
Damon was surprised she was bringing that up. She never had before. "That was—"
"Me admitting I wanted you," Elena supplied. "I know we've never really talked about it and I tried to pretend it didn't happen, but it did and I wanted you that night…" Elena sighed and admitted, "The truth is, Damon, I wanted you on so many other nights, too. I was just too scared and too caught up in doing what was expected of me to admit it."
Damon collapsed on the sofa, drink in hand and stared at her a little dumbfounded at hearing so much honesty from Elena. "Then why did you pretend like it wasn't important?"
She sat next to him and took his hand in hers. "Because, being with you was so scary," she said. "You were the worst thing for me according to everyone I knew. The last time I did something that was bad for me—my parents died. I went to that party despite everyone telling me not to go…" She swallowed hard. "And look what happened. In my mind, you weren't just a little dangerous, Damon. You were a lot of dangerous and I was scared to accept that I wanted that in my life."
Damon looked utterly stunned. "Is that it?" He almost smacked himself on the head for not realizing it quicker. He suddenly reached out grabbed her hands, bringing her attention back to him. "Elena, you remember now that I met you that night, right?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, and you could have not compelled me to forget the gorgeous stranger I had met that night that told me I loved adventure and a hint of danger! I think I found enough of that in the next year, thank you very much!"
"Exactly," Damon said, "adventure with just a hint of danger. Elena, who does that sound like?"
She frowned. "Damon, what are you talking about?"
"What vampire do you know that has the 'I'm the eternal teenager' adventure button with just the hint of danger attached to his persona?"
Elena was already shaking her head even as she said, "Stefan." She got up from the couch. "You can't be saying that my love for Stefan was because of your compulsion. Is that what you're telling me?"
"No. Not your love. Maybe your initial interest…"
Elena sat down again and stared into the fire. She remembered how her feelings for Stefan had seriously flared when he got so secretive. How she was so much more interested when she started to see a darker side to him. She turned to Damon and slapped him hard across the face. "Don't ever mess with my head again!"
Flabbergasted for all of a second, (it wasn't like this was the first time Elena had let him have it) Damon winced, rubbed his cheek and said, "Okay, so I take it you consider this my fault."
"Yes, I consider it your fault!" she snapped. "What if your compulsion is the entire reason I even gave Stefan the time of day? Do you know how that makes me feel?!"
He winced. "I'm going to go with…not so hot."
She looked about ready to hit him again, so Damon blurred across the room. "Uh-uh-uh…no hitting," he said, leaning against the opposite wall so that he had plenty of room to outmaneuver her.
Elena sighed. "Whatever. It doesn't matter because I don't regret loving Stefan."
Damon could have gone the rest of his days without hearing that, but what she said next, perked his interest double time.
"Plus, if I hadn't of met Stefan, then I wouldn't have met you again."
Damon nodded his approval of that concept. "So are we done with the smack-down now?" he asked, hesitating and keeping a wary eye on her as made his way back to his bar for a refill.
"Yes, but you can't bitch about Stefan anymore." Their eyes met and held. "After all, you can't exactly be mad at me or him anymore, when you might have played cupid in the whole affair, now can you?"
Damon saluted her with his glass. "Touché…" He sipped his drink, but the scowl on his face spoke volumes.
"Don't pout, Damon. You didn't know that you compelling me that night would send me straight into your brother's arms." Elena couldn't resist turning the screws. She'd been pissed about all the compulsion Damon had subjected her to ever since she'd turned and remembered. This was really the first time they'd discussed it.
Damon did not look as amused as she did. "Okay, let's drop that subject," he finally said. "It's in the past and it's making me want to kick my own ass!"
"Fine, let's move on then," Elena said as she got up and poured herself a glass of bourbon.
She was all in for this conversation now. Everything was sliding into place and she was oh-so-close to making him see what was right in front of his face. There was just one more hurdle to cross. Elena was ready for it. She picked up her purse, dug inside for the papers she put in there earlier in the night and perched on the arm of the couch, crossing her legs provocatively and showing just the right amount of panty flash that was sure to draw Damon's eyes like a magnet.
It did, and as soon as she had his undivided attention, Elena brought up the Sire Bond.
"I have a way out of the Sire Bond, without you sending me away, if you want to see it," she said without preamble.
Damon dragged his eyes from the toned flesh of her thighs to meet her gaze. His brow shot up at her statement. "Do you now?" he asked, intrigued.
She held out the papers where she'd copied down the Sire and Blood Bonds. Damon took the papers from her hand and quickly scanned over them. His brows drew down as he read the Blood Bonding and how she'd highlighted that part.
"No," he said, handing them back to her. "No way—a Blood Bond? Are you crazy?!"
Elena looked stunned and hurt for a moment, before she got angry. "So let me get this straight," she snapped, getting to her feet. "Things can't work between us because you're convinced I don't love you for real, but when I give you the proof that I love you and want to be with you forever! Then you call me crazy?!"
Tears were beginning to come again and Elena had just about reached her limit on Damon baggage for the night! "I think you're just so insecure you can't see that I love you, Damon and that's your problem, not mine!" she shouted at him and headed for the door.
Damon blurred in front of her, stopping her from leaving. "What-did-you-say?" he breathed, studying her with those penetrating blue eyes.
"I said you're insecure and that's not my problem," Elena snapped, trying to go around him.
"That's not what I meant," Damon growled, grabbing her arm. He spun her back around, maybe with a little more force than he intended, because when he yanked her back, Elena's heel got caught in the carpet and she went careening sideways, colliding with his chest full on. She shrieked and grabbed hold of him as she fell and they both went down on the floor with Damon landing on his back first with an *oomph* before Elena came crashing down on top of him.
They stared at each other, wearing identical expressions of shock at how they'd ended up on the floor, until the sexually provocative position they found themselves in asserted itself. The stunned looks slowly faded and were replaced by hungry eyed gazes.
"Damon," Elena breathed, staring at his mouth.
"Elena," he whispered, hands tightening on her hips as her belly pressed against his erection.
Elena found his sensual lips fascinating as she got lost studying them; and Damon couldn't have cared less about Blood Bonds, Sire Bonds or Bonding over hair at that moment! All he knew was Elena had said she loved him and now she was in his arms.
"Say it again," he whispered.
"Say what?" Elena began and then it hit her. She'd admitted she loved him. Yeah, it had been in the heat of a fight, but she'd finally said it.
"You know what, Elena," Damon prompted, exasperation and nervous anxiety flaring briefly in his eyes.
It was like he was afraid she'd take it back. Elena was determined he'd never have to feel that way again. She cupped his face in her delicate hands and brushed her lips across his. "I love you," she said softly.
Damon let out a growl that made Elena's belly clench with sheer unmitigated lust. "I love you—I choose you. Not the cure. Not Stefan. I choose you, Damon," she said and then gave a high pitched squeal as he flipped them over with vampire speed.
"I'm going to hold you to that agreement, Miss Gilbert," he said, insinuating himself between her thighs and pumping his erection against the apex of her thighs.
"Don't threaten me with a good time, Mr. Salvatore," she replied breathlessly, bringing his mouth down to hers to seal their lips together in a kiss that had both their toes curling.
Damon groaned and finally gave in to his love for the woman under him. It wasn't just for tonight, he was in it for keeps. He broke away from her drugging kisses, but Elena was desperate again. Desperate to have him inside her—it may have just been an hour ago, but it felt like a lifetime.
He quickly divested her of the dress she was wearing and took a moment to imprint her beauty on his brain. She was stretched out under him, eyes dilated with lust, and dressed in only her perfect little matching set of black bra and panties. Damon was about to explode on the spot. He unfastened the front clasping bra with a flick of his wrist and licked his lips as her perfect breasts were bared to his gaze.
"Beautiful," he breathed, leaning down to take one turgid peak in his mouth, while his hand captured her other breast and tugged her nipple, rolling it between his fingers before tugging on it sharply in time with each suckle of his mouth on her other nipple. Elena thrashed under him, writhing out of control.
"I'm going to come!" she gasped, and Damon lifted his head, surprised, but pleased. He immediately switched breasts and gave the same treatment to the other nipple until Elena was a hot mess under him, begging him to make the ache go away.
"I need you," she moaned, bucking her hips upward and brushing the bulge in his pants with her soaking wet panties. "Please…no more. Fuck me!" she panted.
Damon captured her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. "You make me crazy all the time—just thought I'd return the favor," he gritted out, tearing her panties off her and freeing his penis all in one swift movement. He gripped his dick and aligned it to her core, rubbing the tip against her to lubricate his entry.
Elena turned her head, exposing her neck. "I want us to be crazy together…forever…" she murmured, wrapping her thighs around his slim hips and pulling him forward.
They both cried out as he slid right in. It was sheer nirvana and they both gasped and shuddered as their infinitesimal problems faded away and their astronomical chemistry kicked in. The utter perfection of their union wasn't lost on either Damon or Elena. This was heaven and neither wanted to lose it.
Elena brought his mouth to the succulent flesh of her neck. "Do it. It's what I want."
Damon pulled back. It was so damned tempting, but he couldn't. "No, Elena. Not yet," he said, refusing to start a Blood Bond with her until he was sure that she was sure. Elena glared, but Damon petted her cheek. "I'm not saying no, I'm just saying it's not right—right now."
Elena relaxed with those familiar words. "Then what are you waiting for?" she asked, trembling, "make love to me already—we only have a few hours of Christmas left and I want to try out at least a few rooms in this house before the night is through!"
Damon froze, before he chuckled out loud. He had never laughed and played with a woman while actually having sex. This was a new concept for him, one he was enjoying experiencing only with Elena. He pulled her knee up higher on his hip and thrust inside her, causing her to gasp and dig her nails into his back.
"Fuck me harder—show me what vampire sex is really about!" she gasped, scratching at his back with nails that left bloody welts along his flesh.
Damon hissed in pain, but it was a good pain and it turned him on. "Was this another wish to Santa?" He was teasing, but when Elena's heels (which he'd never removed) suddenly dug into the tender skin of his ass, urging him on, Damon reared back to stare at her incredulously. "Elena, I'm beginning to believe you might be on Santa's naughty rather than nice list!" He got up on his knees. "But if what you want for Christmas is this…" he growled, tossing her legs over his shoulders, "then by all means, let me give it to you!" And with that, he proceeded to fuck her hard and fast, using his vampire speed at times and showing her exactly how hot vampire sex could be when practiced with the right partner.
Within seconds, Elena was shouting his name to the rooftops as she went spiraling into orgasm.
Within seconds after that, Damon was doing the same.
"You know," he said, much, much later, as they were snuggled under the covers of his huge king sized bed, "you could have had me for free if I'd known this was the way you planned on arguing your case for kicking the Sire Bond."
Elena leaned up on his chest and smiled. "The money didn't matter. Tonight worked out exactly as I'd hoped," she said content to just bask in the warmth of having him loving her again.
Damon pretended to act shocked. "So wait, are you saying you planned on taking advantage of me in the front seat of my car?! Where's your shame, Ms. Gilbert?"
Elena giggled. "Maybe not exactly in the car, but the where never mattered; the only thing that matter was that you realized I love you," she told him sincerely and Damon felt the rest of the ice around his heart melt. He had never seen Elena look at him quite like she was right then and he decided he could definitely get used to it. She brushed her lips across his. "The only thing that mattered was that you to let me back in, Damon. I missed you…so much."
"Lena, I never wanted to let you go. I just couldn't keep being the guy you turned to when the shit hit the fan, but left in the dust, as soon as the dust settled."
"I know," Elena replied. "I understood. That was why I wanted to prove to you that what I feel for you is real. It's all me, Damon. It's not the Sire Bond. It's not guilt…it's me and it's you—us, and what we share." She cupped his jaw and Damon got lost in those big brown eyes of hers. "I love you, Damon Salvatore."
He swallowed hard. They would deal with the Sire Bond and Blood Bonds and all other bonds when they needed to. But right then, Damon was finally ready to take the leap and cash in the 'Golden Ticket' he'd been waiting on for what felt like forever.
"I love you, too, Elena," he said just as solemnly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. "Thank you for giving me the best Christmas present ever," she said sweetly.
Damon scowled as he suddenly realized he had neglected to really give her anything. "Are you giving yourself presents in my name now, because we were on a break and I don't remember buying you anything—not that I wouldn't have or won't tomorrow and…" For once in his life, Damon Salvatore floundered for words as the woman he loved lifted her head and just smiled dreamily at him as if he'd just slipped a ring on her finger.
Elena let out a little chuckle in response. "You didn't have to buy anything. I asked for you and that's what I got…I'm happy." Elena smirked at him and then laid her head back on his naked chest. "I did all the buying this Christmas." she said, glancing at the clock. "And according to the time, you still belong to me for one hour and twenty five minutes."
Damon laughed in response. "So tell me, Ms. Gilbert," he asked a teasing sparkle in his magnificent blue eyes, "now that you have me…what do you plan to do with me? After all, as you said, I'm still on the clock."
Elena could feel him growing hard against her belly and she sat up to straddle his hips, yanking the sheet away, so that he was exposed in all his beautiful and naked glory. "Well, I did pay for a full night…" she said a naughty little smile curving her lips as she slid down his thighs, placing kisses along his chest and abs, until her mouth hovered just above the weeping tip of his erection. "I might as well get my money's worth," she told him with a grin. "Or maybe I'll just give you a gift—after all Christmas is about giving, not receiving." And with that, Elena took him into her mouth and proceeded to blow the top of Damon's head off with her after-hours Christmas gift to him.
Later, Damon lay awake with an utterly worn out Elena curled up next to him. He thought about how everything had worked out. Who'd have thought Liz's demand would lead him to having the best Christmas ever. Damon decided he'd double Elena's bid and send it to Liz first thing in the morning—after all, Elena was right, Christmas was about giving. Liz had always given him the gift of her friendship and tonight, Elena had given him the greatest of all gifts, the gift of her heart. Damon decided he could give a little more Holiday cheer and for the first time ever, Christmas wasn't just a day to avoid the Mall at all costs. It was the day that Damon Salvatore began to believe that dreams really do come true.
Okay guys, so that wraps this one up. I really loved writing this (as you can tell-huh? Lol). It was fun and I was finally able to dust the cobwebs off Musie and write again! Thank you to all of you who have reviewed and followed this fic. Hope you all have an amazing 2013!