For Eternity - chapter 4
1 Month after Stefan originally left
Damon had been avoiding Elena for weeks, after the passionate kiss the morning after Stefan's departure he felt guilty for jumping on her so soon. He had never felt guilt as a vampire before in this magnitude and Elena didn't make it any easier with her constant 'Let's talk' and 'Damon, why are you ignoring me' please every time they managed to be in the same room as one another. Damon drank more. Elena got angrier. She felt hopeless.
Elena awoke that morning and checked her mobile phone. No texts. None from Damon. All she wanted to do was talk to him, tell him how she felt, but that was impossible when he could hear her coming from a mile away and when they were finally in the same room he would smile and walk quickly away dismissing her with a laugh and an awkward excuse. Damon didn't know she had read the letter from Stefan and Elena wanted to keep it that way, that letter had changed everything. She couldn't take it anymore. She picked up the phone from her night stand and opened the text messages to Damon... all one way, all asking him to call or text or get back to her. She never once strayed away from the general ask of contact, until now. She bit her lip with determination and then typed a message she knew he wouldn't ignore.
Damon, theres no need to ignore me. I want you... now.
She pressed send and waited. 10 minutes passed and with every second that passed she grew more and more annoyed with him, here she was offering herself on a plate, a big risk, and he still ignored her. Rejection and stupidity boiled in her stomach until she literally couldn't look at the screen anymore. She threw the phone down and walked over to her door. Her coat and other garments hung from a hook and so she buried her face into the material and let out a frustrated growl and muffled scream while her fingers gripped the material underneath. With a final tiny scream she kicked the door lightly and then took a deep breath. A tiny tear forming in the corner of her eye.
"You're hot when you get mad." Elena jumped when she heard his voice and spun round to Damon wearing the smuggest grin she had ever seen. She narrowed her eyes and gave him an angry scowl.
"And how long have you been stood there." She said crossing her bare arms across her chest, the realisation that she was wearing only a teeny tiny camis and boy shorts suddenly became very clear as Damon's eyes undressed her slowly. She pulled down the edge of her top only to give him even more of an eyeful. He of course grinned like she was naked and doing nasty nasty stuff to herself, she swallowed hard, trying to swallow back some of the butterflies trying to make an escape from her gut. He moved a little closer and Elena took a step back. She hit the door with a soft thud and Damon smiled again.
Damon then took in her question and his features changed as he tried to answer. He opened his mouth for it to snap shut again. His internal dilemma was written all over him. From the way he didn't meet her eyes with his, or the way he licked his lips nervously or the way he clenched and relaxed his hands. He took a deep breath that he didn't need.
"Honestly?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and Elena gave him a little nod. "About nine and a half minutes. I was standing under your window weighing up if this was some sick trick to get me here and stake me or debating if I was actually awake or toying with the idea you were really Katherine and Elena was tied up in the bathroom." He then walked over to the closed door of her shared bathroom, opened it and mocked a look around before turning to her again. "All clear, although I knew that because I can hear your heart thumping in your chest. Louder than it should be." Elena shifted feet. He was right, she was secretly masking her sheer need for him with a scowl but her body was screaming the opposite. Stupid Body.
"And thats the only way you can tell us apart?" She said with a sarcastic flip of the tongue. In a breath her body was pushed against the door and Damon had his hands beside her head. She gasped silently at his body pressed against hers, his right hand stroking at the skin at the bottom of her back and the other hand playing with the baby hairs at the nape of her neck leaving electric sparks wherever he touched her. He smiled, only centimetres from her lips. She nearly lost it then. She felt physically sick with need.
"I know the way your heart beats better than anyone else. The obvious different way you wear your hair and the subtle make-up that doesn't hide your flushed cheeks." He let his lips dance against her skin, almost touching but still feeling like he was kissing her senseless. "The way you don't hide your emotions." He brushed his thumb across the corner of her eye and collected the tear that failed to fall. "The way your eyes melt in the sunlight or the faces you pull when you're mad." He smiled again as he brought the same thumb to brush against her bottom lip. The tear coated her lip and she could taste the faint salty mixture. She was slowly crumbling in his arms. "The way you smell. The way you stand. The way you look at me. The way I can tell you're nervous... Or when you're... Aroused." His lips found her neck and in a few kisses Elena was moaning from the pit of her stomach.
"I can tell you apart in the blink of an eye." Damon pulled back so he could look her directly in the eyes.
"Because I'm in love with Elena Gilbert. Not her." The senserity from him blasted her and filled her up with his warmth, she knew he meant every word. Elena stood before him, open mouthed and breathing heavily. She swore at herself to just shut the hell up. Don't speak. Don't say a damn word.
"But you loved her Damon, I'm just like her." Elena almost whispered. She cursed herself internally. Damon gave her a small smile and then cupped her face with his hands.
"I loved her. But I wasn't in love with her. I couldn't have been. Because this feels like my hearts beating again and I can't breath it feels so right." He paused. "And I don't even need to breath Elena." Elena smiled at his words and let out a small breath she'd been saving. "I feel alive when I kiss you." And with that she pushed her body forward and caught his lips with hers. A soft slow kiss on dry lips. They roughly passed one another and Elena felt her world tipple inwards.
They fought with passion. Hands gripped clothing, skin, anything it could find. Her body moulded to his, arching back so his lips could find her neck and collarbone. She never felt so awake and neither did he.
"Please don't ever stop kissing me then." Elena breathlessly demanded as Damon pulled the tiny camis over her head. He pulled her chin forward and attacked her mouth again, letting her know he had no intention of ever stopping. He covered her soft breasts with open mouthed kissed sending her back into the comatose state she was before. Her head tilted back again and as her hands roamed in his hair. Low moans escaped her and she grew wetter with each touch.
Damon was internally panicking. He was kissing Elena Gilbert. Not just kissing. He was about to change everything. Elena fucking Gilbert... the woman he would cut off his own limbs and eat himself to kiss. Thank god he had all his limbs now, he needed them to keep the steady flow of moans coming from her. With every kiss and every stroke his mind pushed thought and realism aside. He would wake up any minute. And then she's pulling his jeans apart and they are both completely naked and she's choking back yelps and groans and he swears he will wake up any minute. He begs for it.
He only wakes up when she pushes down onto him and for one whole moment, they both stare at each other, eyes wide, chests heaving, his hand cupping her bare ass and another at the base of her spine, hers bunched around his shoulders and up into his hair. Her legs are wrapped tightly around his waist and their bodies are pressed together without any space. Damon is consumed by her heat wrapping around him like the perfect blanket. She's breathing wildly and a small smile creeps onto her lips. He begs this isn't a dream.
"Did I hurt you?" Damon whispers. She shakes her head and that smile never leaves her face. She moves her hands so they are cupping his face and he cant help but mirror her expression.
"I'm completely." Elena reaches forward and kisses his lips before pulling back only millimetres. "...and utterly." Again another kiss. "...in love with you Damon Salvatore."
Damon captured her lips in his again and let his tongue dance, making Elena's heart pound even more. She never thought anything could be this intense and so easy all at the same time. The letter had finally made her realise she needed to start living. That letter contained so much. She was eating the red apple and loving it. Butterflies flew from her gut and with every one that escaped through her fingers, toes, eyes, lips and ears, a thousand more replaced them. The pace was slow but powerful and romantic. Perfect.
Climax was easy and even though every inch of her skin burned with ecstasy she still let Damon cover her in kisses and pull her to climax again, and thats when he finally let go. Eyes flew open and his chest heaved as her nails drew blood on his back and a million stars died in front of his eyes. He found warmth in the crook of her neck as he laid them both on her bed. Elena closed her eyes and pulled him in tighter as they lay together, still joined and covered in a layer of moisture and perfection. Tiny beads of sweat gathered at the edge of Elena's nose, lips and brow yet Damon could only think she looked like a princess in a rain storm, flushed cheeks and husky breaths as an added extra. She was beautiful. She was his.
"I love you more." He whispered almost too low for anyone to hear.
Year 2120: Present Day
Last night's party was still throwing its evidence over every room in the apartment. Blood in the kitchen, balloons in the sitting room, sex in the bedroom and puke in the bathroom. Damon rubbed his eyes as he walked from room to room surveying the damage and replaying the appearance of Stefan in his mind. He groaned remembering Elena had invited him for dinner that evening. That's all he needed, another night of Stefan woes and yet more entertaining. The ditzy blond and the ripper all in the same room. Great. Just great.
The rooms quickly got cleaned when Elena finally woke. Vampire speed had its advantages. Damon began cooking and filled the home with wonderful italian smells. Tomatoes and herbs filled Elena's nose and she smiled when she glanced to find Damon with his shirt sleeves rolled high, a few more buttons open than usual and a cloth thrown over his shoulder. She crept up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Turning to kiss her brow Damon gave her his signature smirk before giving the sauce another stir.
"Can I trust you not to eat the food while I go get bread?" Damon asked with a cheeky glint in his eye. Elena smiled back and tilted her head.
"Damon, you make my favourite and leave it on the stove, letting me smell it and then you want to leave it unattended." She paused with a pout. "Scouts honour I wont eat it!" Elena made the gesture with her fingers as she pulled him in further and wrapped her arms around his neck. "And you are buying me bread? My favourite bread?" Her eyebrows raised and Damon gave her a little nod.
Elena had a favourite tomato and cheese bread that the local bakery had made for over 100 years, it was her favourite as a human and no matter how clever a chef Damon was he could never get the bread just right when he tried to make it himself. Damon smiled at the memory of Elena finding Damon in the kitchen when she was a newly turned vampire. His baking books piled high and several failed attempts thrown across the kitchen. Every bowl had remnants of the dough mixture and Damon looked like he has been rolling in flour. After finally admitting defeat when Elena laughed at the mess they had made love on the kitchen table, flour mixed in her hair and clouds filled the room as they sped from each surface. Since then he bought the bread and savoured the memory.
Damon kissed her with closed lips and put the lid on his sauce. He smiled as he grabbed his keys from the hook and made his way to the door. Elena gave the sauce one last lingering look before smiling and heading to the living room.
"Ill be 30 minutes tops. Don't eat the food!" Damon smiled and pointed a finger at Elena who was smiling innocently. He left and Elena ran back to the kitchen.
After a few minutes of internal dilemma, she lifted the lid and the beautiful smell filled her nose. It made her mouth water and as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply the overwhelming need to taste overcame her. She dipped her finger in the simmering sauce, ignoring the burning from the heat and tasted the amazing sauce Damon was cooking for dinner. Wow, it was probably the best he had ever made. Elena was about to get a spoon to steal a little more when the door bell rang unusually early. She pouted her lips in confusion, she wasn't expecting guests for another 2 hours and she wasn't even dressed up yet. Elena let her brow dip as she walked human speed to the door.
Upon opening she saw Stefan. Fake smile plastered on his face, flowers and chocolates pilled high in his arms. He leaned into her at vampire speed, making her very aware of the natural predator panic in her stomach. Thrusting the gifts into her hands he gripped her arm with unreasonable force. Elena gritted her teeth and wondered what the hell was going on.
"For you Elena... my love." He whispered into her ear causing Elena to gasp slightly with her eyes focused on his as he pulled away. He looked terrifying and Elena felt it to her core.
"Now run along and play the good wife..." He bit back at her. She gave him a weak smile before turning to walk to the kitchen. Stefan's arm stopped her and he pulled her back to him slightly, her back still almost fully turned away from him. She may be a vampire now, but her strength was nothing compared to his. He was over 100 years older and pumped full of human blood. His breath caught on her neck as she turned her head to look away from him. She was grinding her teeth now until Stefan spoke and her jaw fell open with fear.
"... before I rip your heart out Elena."