Fanfic: Damon/Elena (w/ Katherine) - "I can't have you, can I?" [1/?]
Fandom: TVD
Pairing: Damon & Elena (w/ Katherine)
Requested by panicaddict101 in the Damon/Elena Kink&Prompt post at damon_elena
Prompt: Damon's plan is to fool Katherine, making it seem like he's still in love with her (mentions of him sleeping with her). Elena is extremely bothered by this, jealous but won't admit it. She confronts him in the Salvatore house. Again he gets in her personal space she backs into a wall/bookshelf etc. And he says something along the lines of 'Well, I can't have you can I?' and things continue from there.
When Damon returned home that night, the last person he expected to be sitting in his living room waiting for him was Elena. To say she hadn't taken the news of Damon and Katherine's reunion well would be the understatement of, well, Damon's existence. She hadn't spoken to him in nearly a month and he made no attempt to contact her. He stopped showing up at her house unannounced, he stopped arriving at her school at all times of the day to break her out of mind-numbingly boring classes and he never came to the boarding house when he knew she was there (it had, however become awkward at one point when Stefan and Elena came home and Damon and Katherine were already upstairs. At first the giggling and laughing was easy to ignore, but once the screaming of names and … other things began, it became too much to ignore and Stefan and Elena left). It was easier - for both of them - this way; it stopped her from seeing what she'd lost and it stopped him from seeing what he couldn't have.
That night, however, his mind had been elsewhere and he hadn't taken the time to search out her presence before he entered the house. When he turned the corner and saw her sitting there, her dark eyes wide and unreadable staring up at him from her place in the armchair by the fire, it was a violent slap in the face.
Elena noticed his surprise as it flickered quickly across his features before it disappeared behind his mask of indifference.
“Long time, no see, Elena. How've you been?” Damon asked lightly, his trademark smirk creeping on to his face as he strode past her and over to the drinks cabinet.
Elena watched silently as he poured himself a drink, downed it, then poured another before half-turning and offering her the bottle. She raised her eyesbrows at him and he smiled, turning to put the bottle back down on the cabinet.
“What are you doing, Damon?” Elena asked flatly after a few moments of watching him as he made his way over to the couch and sat opposite her, leaning his elbows on his knees, his glass sitting loosely between his fingertips as he swirled the alcohol around inside it.
“Right now? Attempting to get as drunk as a skunk,” he replied mockingly, taking a swig from his glass.
“You know that's not what I mean,” Elena said rising from her seat and walking over to him.
“Well then, what exactly do you mean?” Damon replied, his tone sounding harsher as he stood up and suddenly they were face to face, barely any space between.
“I mean Katherine. How could you, Damon? After everything she's done to you. How can you just forgive her and act as if nothing ever happened... as if we never happened?” Elena asked, her voice shaking with emotion. Damon couldn't quite determine if she was angry, frustrated, upset or confused. He decided it was probably all of the above.
“Sounds to me like someone is a tad jealous.” Damon smirked.
“Jealous? Please, I'm just... concerned.”
“Well, there's no need to be. I waited 150 years for her Elena. That kind of love and devotion is unbreakable. No matter what she's done, she came back to me. Maybe not straight away, but she came back and that means something. It means she cares.” Damon nearly choked on his words, he didn't mean any of it but if this plan was going to work then this was the only way to do it. Elena couldn't know. Katherine was too smart, she'd work it out in a second and then they'd all be dead; Damon, Elena, Stefan, Alaric, Caroline. Everyone. Katherine would not take kindly to being plotted against.
“So that's it. You're just going to get up and leave. Abandon everything you have here so you can go live a life of cold-blooded murder with your psychotic, selfish, narcissistic, serial-killer girlfriend?”
"Pretty much.”
“I know that's not what you want. You're not that person anymore, Damon.” Elena said, her tone suddenly soft and she reached over to take hold of his hand, but he pulled back.
“Really? And how did you come by this 'startling' piece of information, Elena? You know nothing about me and don't think for a minute that you do.” Damon all but hissed as her through his teeth. He was genuinely angry now, but only because he hated being psycho-analysed. Stefan did it all the fucking time and it drove him crazy. The only difference now was that Elena was actually right. She was always right when it came to him.
“Because when I look at you now, I don't see the same man I seen a year ago; the one who turned Vickie, or who used Caroline as a human chew toy, or who nearly tore Bonnie's throat out. I see the man who nearly died on Founder's Day trying to save this town, who saved me when I wrecked my car, who danced with me at the Miss Mystic Falls pageant and who cooked dinner for my family and played video games with my brother.”
Elena took another step forward until they were practically nose to nose.
“If I thought you were who you're claiming to be now, I would never have saved you that night in Georgia. I'd have let that vampire burn you alive, but I didn't, I saw something in you that was worth saving and I still see it now.”
Damon listened to her words as they echoed in his mind, the ones he had spoken to he thought was Elena the night of Katherine's return to Mystic Falls. As he stood staring down into her eyes, the eyes that let him see right into her soul, he knew that everything she was saying, she truly meant and he wondered how he could have ever confused Katherine and her. His plan was well and truly screwed to hell now.
“You know, sometimes I think you should have let me die that night.” Damon said, his eyes wandering around the room, unable to fix his focus anywhere.
“Why would you even think that, Damon?”
“Because I can't have you can I?” Damon's eyes shot back to Elena's and it knocked the air out of her lungs.
“It'd be so much less painful to be burned to a cinder because everytime I look you - especially when you're with him - it's like someone is driving a stake into my heart over and over again.”
“Damon...” Elena trailed off, not really sure what to say.
“She may not have that light in her eyes that you have, and she may not have your ridiculously contagious laugh or your heartbreaking smile, but she's as close to you as I'm ever going to get." Damon said, stepping towards Elena, backing her up to the wall.
"I can run my hands through her hair and pretend it's yours. I can kiss her neck and feel her lips on me and I can imagine it's you. I can listen to her as she screams my name over and over again and I can tell myself its your voice ringing in my ears. And that's what I do. Night after night, day after day, because for those split seconds when I forget who she is, I don't hurt so much.” Damon was now leaning into her, practically whispering in her ear, pressing her into the wall. She couldn't breathe and felt her heart hammering away as it tried to keep up. Damon noticed, and so he slowly backed away, but not by much.
Elena's eyes were wet, tears streaming from them and soaking her cheeks. Damon smiled a sad smile and lifted his hand to her face, gently brushing the tears away from her eyes.
“I -, I'm so sorry, Damon.” Elena sobbed before he spoke.
Shhh. It's not your fault. I should have known better. The first time I felt anything towards you I should have backed off. I should have left town like Stefan told me to and left you to live your life in peace.”
Elena shook her head. “No, because then I would have never known you. I can't even imagine that.”
Without thinking about it, Elena reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight, pulling him to her. She buried her face into his leather jacket and inhaled his unique, tempting scent, filling her lungs with it. She felt his arms tighten around her waist and she hugged tighter, never wanting to let go of him. He pressed his lips to the top her head and breathed in the sweet smell of her hair.
He gradually loosened his grip around her and eventually she let go of him too, but they still stood precariously close to each other. Damon brought his hands to her face again, cupping her cheeks and using his thumbs to wipe away her remaining tears.
Their eyes locked again and after a few intense silent moments, Elena felt herself pushing up on her toes and before she knew it her lips were against Damon's. It was a long, slow, perfect kiss and when they broke apart - due to Elena's need for air - Damon leaned his forehead against Elena's.
“You were wrong, you know,” Elena whispered against his lips.
“About what?” Damon asked, slightly confused, his eyes still closed.
“About what you said before. You can have me. You do have me.”
The moment was broken, however, with the sound of Katherine's menacing voice.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?” Katherine asked, strutting over to Damon and Elena, the spikey heels of her leather boots stabbing into the ground with each step.
She stopped mere inches from them, dropping one hip and crossing her arms.
“It looks like a Gilbert with her dirty little paws all over my Salvatore.” Katherine said with a tilt of her head and a maniacal smile crossing her lips, “We can't be having that now, can we?”
END
Pairing: Damon & Elena (w/ Katherine)
Requested by panicaddict101 in the Damon/Elena Kink&Prompt post at damon_elena
Prompt: Damon's plan is to fool Katherine, making it seem like he's still in love with her (mentions of him sleeping with her). Elena is extremely bothered by this, jealous but won't admit it. She confronts him in the Salvatore house. Again he gets in her personal space she backs into a wall/bookshelf etc. And he says something along the lines of 'Well, I can't have you can I?' and things continue from there.
When Damon returned home that night, the last person he expected to be sitting in his living room waiting for him was Elena. To say she hadn't taken the news of Damon and Katherine's reunion well would be the understatement of, well, Damon's existence. She hadn't spoken to him in nearly a month and he made no attempt to contact her. He stopped showing up at her house unannounced, he stopped arriving at her school at all times of the day to break her out of mind-numbingly boring classes and he never came to the boarding house when he knew she was there (it had, however become awkward at one point when Stefan and Elena came home and Damon and Katherine were already upstairs. At first the giggling and laughing was easy to ignore, but once the screaming of names and … other things began, it became too much to ignore and Stefan and Elena left). It was easier - for both of them - this way; it stopped her from seeing what she'd lost and it stopped him from seeing what he couldn't have.
That night, however, his mind had been elsewhere and he hadn't taken the time to search out her presence before he entered the house. When he turned the corner and saw her sitting there, her dark eyes wide and unreadable staring up at him from her place in the armchair by the fire, it was a violent slap in the face.
Elena noticed his surprise as it flickered quickly across his features before it disappeared behind his mask of indifference.
“Long time, no see, Elena. How've you been?” Damon asked lightly, his trademark smirk creeping on to his face as he strode past her and over to the drinks cabinet.
Elena watched silently as he poured himself a drink, downed it, then poured another before half-turning and offering her the bottle. She raised her eyesbrows at him and he smiled, turning to put the bottle back down on the cabinet.
“What are you doing, Damon?” Elena asked flatly after a few moments of watching him as he made his way over to the couch and sat opposite her, leaning his elbows on his knees, his glass sitting loosely between his fingertips as he swirled the alcohol around inside it.
“Right now? Attempting to get as drunk as a skunk,” he replied mockingly, taking a swig from his glass.
“You know that's not what I mean,” Elena said rising from her seat and walking over to him.
“Well then, what exactly do you mean?” Damon replied, his tone sounding harsher as he stood up and suddenly they were face to face, barely any space between.
“I mean Katherine. How could you, Damon? After everything she's done to you. How can you just forgive her and act as if nothing ever happened... as if we never happened?” Elena asked, her voice shaking with emotion. Damon couldn't quite determine if she was angry, frustrated, upset or confused. He decided it was probably all of the above.
“Sounds to me like someone is a tad jealous.” Damon smirked.
“Jealous? Please, I'm just... concerned.”
“Well, there's no need to be. I waited 150 years for her Elena. That kind of love and devotion is unbreakable. No matter what she's done, she came back to me. Maybe not straight away, but she came back and that means something. It means she cares.” Damon nearly choked on his words, he didn't mean any of it but if this plan was going to work then this was the only way to do it. Elena couldn't know. Katherine was too smart, she'd work it out in a second and then they'd all be dead; Damon, Elena, Stefan, Alaric, Caroline. Everyone. Katherine would not take kindly to being plotted against.
“So that's it. You're just going to get up and leave. Abandon everything you have here so you can go live a life of cold-blooded murder with your psychotic, selfish, narcissistic, serial-killer girlfriend?”
"Pretty much.”
“I know that's not what you want. You're not that person anymore, Damon.” Elena said, her tone suddenly soft and she reached over to take hold of his hand, but he pulled back.
“Really? And how did you come by this 'startling' piece of information, Elena? You know nothing about me and don't think for a minute that you do.” Damon all but hissed as her through his teeth. He was genuinely angry now, but only because he hated being psycho-analysed. Stefan did it all the fucking time and it drove him crazy. The only difference now was that Elena was actually right. She was always right when it came to him.
“Because when I look at you now, I don't see the same man I seen a year ago; the one who turned Vickie, or who used Caroline as a human chew toy, or who nearly tore Bonnie's throat out. I see the man who nearly died on Founder's Day trying to save this town, who saved me when I wrecked my car, who danced with me at the Miss Mystic Falls pageant and who cooked dinner for my family and played video games with my brother.”
Elena took another step forward until they were practically nose to nose.
“If I thought you were who you're claiming to be now, I would never have saved you that night in Georgia. I'd have let that vampire burn you alive, but I didn't, I saw something in you that was worth saving and I still see it now.”
Damon listened to her words as they echoed in his mind, the ones he had spoken to he thought was Elena the night of Katherine's return to Mystic Falls. As he stood staring down into her eyes, the eyes that let him see right into her soul, he knew that everything she was saying, she truly meant and he wondered how he could have ever confused Katherine and her. His plan was well and truly screwed to hell now.
“You know, sometimes I think you should have let me die that night.” Damon said, his eyes wandering around the room, unable to fix his focus anywhere.
“Why would you even think that, Damon?”
“Because I can't have you can I?” Damon's eyes shot back to Elena's and it knocked the air out of her lungs.
“It'd be so much less painful to be burned to a cinder because everytime I look you - especially when you're with him - it's like someone is driving a stake into my heart over and over again.”
“Damon...” Elena trailed off, not really sure what to say.
“She may not have that light in her eyes that you have, and she may not have your ridiculously contagious laugh or your heartbreaking smile, but she's as close to you as I'm ever going to get." Damon said, stepping towards Elena, backing her up to the wall.
"I can run my hands through her hair and pretend it's yours. I can kiss her neck and feel her lips on me and I can imagine it's you. I can listen to her as she screams my name over and over again and I can tell myself its your voice ringing in my ears. And that's what I do. Night after night, day after day, because for those split seconds when I forget who she is, I don't hurt so much.” Damon was now leaning into her, practically whispering in her ear, pressing her into the wall. She couldn't breathe and felt her heart hammering away as it tried to keep up. Damon noticed, and so he slowly backed away, but not by much.
Elena's eyes were wet, tears streaming from them and soaking her cheeks. Damon smiled a sad smile and lifted his hand to her face, gently brushing the tears away from her eyes.
“I -, I'm so sorry, Damon.” Elena sobbed before he spoke.
Shhh. It's not your fault. I should have known better. The first time I felt anything towards you I should have backed off. I should have left town like Stefan told me to and left you to live your life in peace.”
Elena shook her head. “No, because then I would have never known you. I can't even imagine that.”
Without thinking about it, Elena reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight, pulling him to her. She buried her face into his leather jacket and inhaled his unique, tempting scent, filling her lungs with it. She felt his arms tighten around her waist and she hugged tighter, never wanting to let go of him. He pressed his lips to the top her head and breathed in the sweet smell of her hair.
He gradually loosened his grip around her and eventually she let go of him too, but they still stood precariously close to each other. Damon brought his hands to her face again, cupping her cheeks and using his thumbs to wipe away her remaining tears.
Their eyes locked again and after a few intense silent moments, Elena felt herself pushing up on her toes and before she knew it her lips were against Damon's. It was a long, slow, perfect kiss and when they broke apart - due to Elena's need for air - Damon leaned his forehead against Elena's.
“You were wrong, you know,” Elena whispered against his lips.
“About what?” Damon asked, slightly confused, his eyes still closed.
“About what you said before. You can have me. You do have me.”
The moment was broken, however, with the sound of Katherine's menacing voice.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?” Katherine asked, strutting over to Damon and Elena, the spikey heels of her leather boots stabbing into the ground with each step.
She stopped mere inches from them, dropping one hip and crossing her arms.
“It looks like a Gilbert with her dirty little paws all over my Salvatore.” Katherine said with a tilt of her head and a maniacal smile crossing her lips, “We can't be having that now, can we?”
END