Take, Take, Give. 1/2
Title: Take, Take, Give
Author:greyorchids
Rating: NC-17
Category: Smut, of course. Smut’s a theme, right? ...There is a little something for you to sink your plot!teeth into.
Summary: !Kink and Prompt Meme; “Orgasm denial, Elena wants to come but Damon wants to drag it out” - By Anonymous. 3900 words.
Spoilers: Story takes place post season two finale.
Warnings: N/A
Show/Bookverse: Show.
AN: LJ is really irratating me at the moment. I can't format my posts and it is causing me a pretty significant amount of rage. Apparenlty, to add to my frustration, this post is too large, and I have had to break it into two posts. Please just pretend it is a seemless transition...link to more will be at the bottom.
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Fighting to get Stefan back was not an easy road to travel. Even with the Scooby gang in tow, Damon’s influence could only reach so far.
As much as he lovedhated to admit it, he was beginning to suspect more and more that Stefan didn’t want to be found. That the inner battle between what Stefan is and what he wanted to be had finally resolved itself; not in Elena’s favour.
But it had almost been a year. Months of worry and heartbreak, it ate away at her, and at him. Eventually it dulls, even for the most devoted.
In turn, Elena had grown restless.
It began with as simple as an exasperated sigh at the look in Damon’s eyes, and had developed into a series of questionable decisions. Among them; late nights, dangerous attempts to ‘free Stefan’, and relying on the understanding of others to springboard off of when she saw fit.
Damon was absolutely the last person who should even consider tossing pebbles at glass houses, but he could not support any decision that placed her in harm’s way, which was about all of them. Who was he to say she shouldn’t be allowed to self-medicate? The truth of the matter was that he thought she should have the choice. Alone and desperate in the Salvatore home, his mind wandered.
November
The night air was cold, and lampposts revealed the light snowfall that had begun. Caroline and Elena had compelled their way into a bar in a town just outside of Mystic Falls. Damon didn’t want to admit how he knew they were there, since all it would reveal is a man obsessed. Although following her had saved her more than once…She had looked up at him, her eyes almost sheepish, her veins buzzing with excitement of being caught, of being saved, and Damon resisted.
Damon caught Caroline jump up and drag Elena to the dance floor- in the quickest flash, he was ready to kill their party with so much as an impure glance from another patron. He almost wanted someone to test his resolve. ‘Go on,’ he thought. ‘Give me a reason to rip her out of your hands’.
Elena wasn’t there for the affection of men, Damon had finally accepted, but that didn’t mean fuck all. Greedy hands, even ghosting over her, was a sword through her heart as far as he was concerned.
Caroline had fallen out of her eye line, and Elena turned into the chest of a man on the floor.
‘I’m so sorry’. She mumbled. If Damon could hear her slur, then her new friend definitely could. The drunk brute of a man could never have known that Elena was damaged goods, his damaged goods, and that she had at least two vampire body guards, if Caroline wanted to make an appearance anytime soon-
‘You are real pretty’. He shouted over the music. Damon couldn’t see her nod and glance around the dance floor for her blonde saviour. His hands grabbed her hips towards him, as men do in bars, but Elena moved to remove them, ‘Sorry, I’m spoken for’. She had barely spoke the words before Damon sped to her, and reused to give his future meal a chance to respond. Elena jumped as his arm wrapped around her.
‘She most certainly is. Thanks for keeping her warm’. Damon winked and their New Friend backed away, more confused than offended. Elena turned to him.
‘That was a little bit unnecessary, don’t you think?’. She didn’t leave his embrace immediately, which Damon refused to put stock into. Unnecessary? His eyes were dead set, and his jaw ached with thirst.
‘You tell me, Elena. What do you expect should happen?’ So close to her he could smell whatever sugary drink she had last, and the familiar smell that was Elena. Looking back he couldn’t believe he had ever been fooled by Katherine - Elena was so specific to him now it was unsettling. She looked up at him and Damon could see as clearly as if she had spoke the words -
Tonight
But here he was- pacing around the house and glancing at the clock in between the seconds. ‘Don’t follow me tonight, Damon’ she told him. ‘I am allowed to make my own decisions’, et cetera. Like a fool, he obeyed. It was half past three and Damon convinced himself he could see the corners of the earth lighten with the approach of the new day and the unrelenting sun.
And then the doorknob turned, draining him of his concern. It was replaced by a less passive emotion. He sprang on her.
Elena jumped and looked Damon in the eyes. Something was wrong. “What happened?” He asked before he could stop himself.
“Nothing”. She breathed out. Relieved to be…safe? Damon’s hands were upon her, breathing her in. All that he knew was it smelled like someone had spilled a beer on her. She had caught herself on something, and had a small cut on her arm.
He attempted to calm the frenzied look that his face may or may not have adopted. She leaned into him, and Damon knew that there was most definitely something wrong.
“Damon”, she started. “I needed you tonight”. His mind flashed to every horrific scenario you can dream up in the seconds between her words, and the following slump of her shoulders.
Her knees gave out and Damon went down, keeling against her as she sighed deeply against him. His blood boiled.
“Elena, did someone hurt you?” His eyes had turned dark as she looked up, and she huffed a sad laugh.
Yes, but he hurt me to save you. “No, Damon, I’m fine, nothing happened”. Damon stopped, frozen in the moment of her body against him, the smell of alcohol and the resoluteness of her voice.
“What’s happened, then?” He pulled away from her to study her face. Beautiful and alive.
She held herself up by gripping his arms and met his eyes. It was dark in the house, but Elena could still see the ferocity in his eyes. If there was any doubt about Damon’s sincerity, one would only have to look him in the eyes, or be in this moment, where Elena could swear his every thought, his every desire, was screaming out of his face. He didn’t need language.
If he noticed the dissolve in her tension, he answered by bringing her tight against him, Elena felt her heart, her veins, tighten at his touch. Her knees ached against the hard floor but she couldn’t move.
His hands found her face, holding it in front his own. Silently, he begged her for anything.
Her eyes dropped and she breathed out, “I really needed you.” Every look, every conversation, every touch- he hadn’t imagined they way her eyes lingered, or the way her smile quirked at the sight of him. The sound of her heart racing when his hand found the small of her back, the way she lost her breath when he looked at her.
But here was something in her voice that started within him.
He was going to give her five seconds to disengage from him before he- And ever so lightly he felt her lips press into him.
It was instant, inside him. He felt the rush of wanting- the veins around his eyes pulsed, he could have crushed her into the floor. He heard Elena’s breath catch, and he held her against him by gripping the back of her thigh.
“Wait”. He demanded.
She watched his face relax, and his lips found her forehead. His hand twisted into her hair, and pulled her into him. He was taken with the way she responded to him. Any touch, any notion of his touch sent her pulse racing, her breathing stalled.
How had she ever denied him?
You know that seemless transition we talked about earlier? It happens now.