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What Do You Think Of Fate?
Chapter 6: Wake Me Up
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but this plot and my characters
Maybe you're lovable
Maybe you're my snowflake
When your eyes turn from green to grey in the winter
I'll hold you in a cold place
You should never cut your hair
Because I love the way you
Flick it off you shoulder
You will never know
Just how beautiful you are to me
But maybe I'm just in love
When you wake me up
Elena woke up to a chest against her cheek and calloused fingers running softly across her back in soothing strokes, tugging at the material of the long shirt she was wearing as they did so. Ah, how lovely it would be to wake up to this every morning. To know that Damon Salvatore was her's and that he did this only for her and nobody else. That would be the day.
"Hi," Elena looked at her hand that was resting on his peck and began to trace her fingertips along the soft outline of his abs, humming whilst doing so.
"Mornin', Birdy." he scratched out through his morning voice which Elena had found was raspy and gentle, a beautiful harmonizing sound that made something a lot more than butterflies erupt in the pit of her stomach.
She watched him, watched his beautiful cobalt eyes trail across her face, her body, her hand that that was making sloppy circles on his chest. All of it. he saw it all. "Damon..." she said softly, almost as if in warning. She said his name like she was trying to prepare him. And he didn't like it.
As Damon thought of all the things that she might be about to say, Elena thought of all the ways to tell him. "Damon, I don't know what you feel for me, because you haven't been exactly clear about that... But," She looked into his eyes and sat up on the head bored, Damon following suite. "But, what I do know is that I'm falling for you and if you don't have any plans of catching me, I'd like to know before I fall any further." She finished softly, sadly, like she was waiting for him to tell her that she was a stupid young girl who fell too hard, too fast.
But he didn't. What he said was much worse. Damon was almost sure that his heart had stopped beating and was positive that his breathing had ceased. "Birdy, I-" he gulped. What was he to tell her? He couldn't exactly tell her that he couldn't and wouldn't allow himself to love her because he was too big of a wimp from the last time a girl broke his heart. He would be honest without sharing too much. "I don't know what I feel." Damon sighed. "But I do know that if I let myself fall for you that it won't end well for either of us." He said, determined to make his point.
Elena's heart sank and she nearly felt like crying. "That's okay." she nodded her head slowly, grabbing his hand and holding it in both of her's. "I don't need to hear it yet. I can care enough for the both of us." she said quietly, almost so quietly that he didn't hear her.
Damon shook his head. "It's not that I don't care, Birdy, I do. I care about you. But... I can't... If I... I don't-" he shook his head again and kissed her lips, taking his hand from her's and cupping either side of her face with his palms, his thumbs against her chin.
Out of all the kisses they had shared, the drunken ones and the ones where only one of them was sober, this one was her favorite yet, it was desperate, determined. And despite the fact that he had practically just rejected her, she felt herself falling even deeper with every movement of his lips over her's.
"I do care, Birdy. I promise." He said softly, his lips softly gracing over her's as he spoke.
"I know." she croaked out as her eyes watered slightly but oh, no. She wouldn't let the tears fall. And she did know. She knew he cared about her. But she just didn't know if it was enough.
Damon rubbed his thumbs across Elena's chin a few times, contemplating before his eyes met hers and he smiled softly, so softly, in fact, that one might mistake for not being there at all. "I have somewhere I want to take you."
Elena's heart pounded and her eyes glazed over again. Why was he doing this to her? Why did he tell her he couldn't love her and then make her feel like he had all the love in the world to give? But she smiled nonetheless and nodded her head. "Where are we going?"
Damon's small, almost-non-existent smile turned into into a full grin. "To the shower."
A giggle erupted from Elena's mouth and she slapped his chest lightly. "Damon!" she said between giggles.
"Oh, I was just kidding, Birdy." he smirked and tackled her, pinning her to the bed with her hands over her head, instantly reminding her of the last time she had been in this position. The air thickened and became intense faster than it had become playful.
"Hmmm..." Damon hummed happily as he began kissing down her neck, still holding her hands over her head.
Elena threw her head back and tangled her naked legs with his sweat-pant clad ones, writhing under him as his teeth tugged at the material of his T-shirt that she had put on the previous night. "Damon. Please." she moaned as he finally dropped her arms and let her wrap them over his shoulders and caress his back.
"Please, what, Birdy?" he held back a chuckle and kissed her neck again.
"Damon." She growled in warning although it came out in a moan. "Please."
"Care to elaborate?" He groaned and pressed his manhood against her core through his sweats.
"Damn it, Damon." she growled and tried to flip them over but Damon was having none of it.
"What do you want, Birdy?" he growled out as he rocked his hips against hers, hardening his manhood and causing wetness to pool in the place she needed him the most.
"I want you to touch me." she choked out as he continued his cruel assault on her body.
Damon grinned like a school boy. "What exactly do you want me to do, Birdy?" he couldn't help it now. She needed him so badly that she would practically beg for him and he loved it.
Elena groaned in frustration. Unbelievable. Of coarse Damon would do something like this. But the only way she'd get what she needed now was to submit to his childish games an despite all of what she'd just thought, she loved the way he teased her. "I want you to take me."
Damon felt himself grow even harder, if that was possible. He wouldn't last much longer. "Good girl, Birdy." he grinned and pushed the material of the T-shirt she was wearing over her body, running his hands along the sides if her body as he did so.
He pushed her lacy panties down her long legs and grinned at the sight of her heated core. She was so wet for him, it was hard to believe. Damon watched in amazement as a naked Elena flipped them over and allowed him to sit up, straddling his lap. she ran kisses down his body, licking his his every here and there.
Damon couldn't take much more. Elena placed the tip of her index finger at the waist band of his pants. "These have to go." She tsked disapprovingly.
She allowed him room to wiggle himself out of the pants until he was completely naked as well, exposing all of his impressive glory. She nearly gasped again. The first time she had seen Damon naked she had been hammered but now, now she was more than sober and completely mesmerized by all that made up Damon Salvatore.
She threw her leg back over his lap and kissed him with everything she had, their fingers in each other's hair, breathing heavily in between heated kisses. Damon placed his hands under her bottom and stood from the bad as she clung to him like a monkey.
He carried her to the bathroom, not once stopping his kisses. His tongue collided with her's as he kicked open the door, turning on the shower with one hand. "Hmm... Damon..." She moaned when he stepped into the shower and the warm water hit her naked back.
Damon let her climb down his body as she opened her eyes. He couldn't stand it another minute, he slammed her back against the cool wall and placed his palms on the wall to either side of her head. "Mmm, you have no idea what you're doing to me, Birdy." he growled as she thrust her hips forward which easily allowed his manhood access to the plac it needed.
Damon took the invitation and inserted himself inside of her, letting his body collide with her's. "Oh, shit, Elena."
"Ahhh!" Elena cried out in pleasure, oh, so much pleasure. How? How was it possible. Her breathing was loud and she threw her head back, letting it hit the tile wall.
Damon felt the hot water against his back and heat of simply being inside Elena as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. He thrust in and out of her in a rhythm that was foreign to him. He felt her walls clench around him and it only took a few more thrusts to find his own release. Their combined juices seeped out of Elena's opening and Damon kissed her lips and then her jaw before making his way back up to her lips as she tried her best not to pant like a dog.
"Damon." She said his name like a plea. And whatever it was that she wanted, Damon was happy to oblige.
And then he realized his mistake. "Fuck."
Elena looked up at him, distraught. Was it something she had done? She knew she sounded insecure but she didn't know what it was that had caused his mood to change so quickly.
Damon's face softened upon looking down at her. "It's not you, Birdy. We just, we forgot to use a condum."
Elena took a moment to worry about this for a moment before reminding herself of her prior decision. A smile gracd her lips and she brought her hands to his face, caressing his jaw. "I'm on the pill these days." she said it like they hadn't seen each other in years.
Damon smiled a relived smile and kissed her lips. "Thank you. You must've known that I had plans for you." he grinned against her lips.
"Oh, yes. That, and of coarse, my best friend wouldn't let me leave her sight with out buying some." she smiled.
They stayed silent for a moment and Damon smiled again, a real, genuine smile. "I really do have somewhere I want to take you today."
Elena nodded. "Of coarse. Just," she grinned and looked around the enormous room. "let me get a real shower first?"
Damon chuckled and grabbed a sponge and a soap dispenser. "Oh, Birdy, this shower is big enough for the two of us."
And with that, they lathered each other in soap and enjoyed the intimacy of the encounter.
"Where are we going again?" Elena asked from the passenger seat in Damon's Camero.
Damon grinned and took his eyes off the road for only a moment. "If I do recall correctly, I hadn't told you that."
Elena laughed and stayed silent after this, leaning her head against the window and watching the scenery until she realized something."Damon, we're leaving New York." she stated, surprised.
Damon simply grinned. "Interesting statement, Birdy. And you are correct. We are, in fact, leaving New York City."
"Don't you need, like, bodygaurds to go outside, Salvatore?" she grinned as she teased him.
"No, surprisingly enough. You'd think that with all of the swarms of women attacking me when I exited my home that they'd be more worried for my safety." Damon said cockily.
Elena giggled. "Okay, Damon. Whatever you say." The next few hours flew by in a blur full of teasing and small talk. Elena noticed though, that every time the conversation became too personal, that he backed it up and avoided the topic at all costs.
She wondered how this man could leave his body on display for Elena to see but he wouldn't allow her to know anything about his personal life.
"Whelp, we're here." Damon turned off the ignition and smiled softly.
Elena looked out his window at the building before her. "This is so beautiful."
Damon smiled. "This is where I grew up."
He came around to her side and opened her door and they walked to the front of the car side by side. Damon gave her a reassuring smile and took her hand in his.
She didn't know what exactly to expect upon walking through those doors, but she had the feeling that it wouldn't be just an empty house.
Damn. That was the hottest smut scene I've ever written. Well, what did you all think of it? Thoughts? Thank you, please don't forget to hit that review button:)