fanfic; maddening g-strings [oneshot]
Title: Maddening G-strings
Rating: PG-13
Author: souldonor
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Damon/Elena
Word Count: 1 514
Prompt: “Damon pops over to Elenas out of boredom while she's doing homework and decides he wants to get to know her better by poking through her stuff (I.e. Books, CDs, DVDs, photos) . She gets upset first but resigns herself to it eventually. Bonus points if he finds something he likes in her underwear drawer and gets slapped or prodded. Super bonus if you can sneak in a Labyrinth dvd and a very embarrased Elena admitting her liking for Jareth and Damon remarking on how he would look in those pants." from metallicargirl written for the Damon/Elena prompt & kink meme.
I don't know how Damon got into the house. There was nobody at home and the doors were locked, but when I went upstairs and I entered my room, he was sitting on my bed and looked at me like it’d be so naturally that he’s in my room. And to be honest… It was pissing me off.
Firstly.
’What are you doing here?’
He shrugged and stared at me with a blank face.
’I’ve been invited in.’
’But you do not have the right to break into the house!’ It was unbelievable. He spoke like it would have been so normal, but it was unequivocally not. I didn’t want to shout and argue, so I just sighed and dropped my bag next to my desk. ’Really, why are you here?’
He sighed, and after a minute silence he just shook his head.
’I’m bored.’
’Then why don’t you go and drink something somewhere? Maybe in the Grill.’
’Matt doesn’t like me.’
I laughed a bit.
’Are you surprised? You were kissing his mother.’
’Tell me something that I don’t know.’ He leant down onto the bed, and closed his eyes. His shirt slid up a bit so his stomach was visible, but I caught my look before I would have started staring at him markedly. I sat down at my desk, and watched myself in the mirror, but he was behind me and I saw him all the time.
’I need to do homework, so if you still want to stay, do it quietly.’ I took my bag in my lap, and searched the extremely thick and heavy book that I brought from the library. I got my booklet too, and tried not to notice that Damon is in the room as well.
’What kinda homework?’ His voice scared me, so I rolled my eyes and opened the book.
’I have to write an essay about Woodrow Wilson.’
’Who is that?’
I was surprised, so I turned to him and looked at him with wondering eyes.
’He was the 28th president of the US, don’t tell me you didn’t know it. You lived in the same time.’
’Maybe. I was always weak in History.’ He stood up from my bed and started to walk around in my room. I just shook my head with a smile, then tried to find something about Wilson. I knew some details about him, but I have needed to write a really long essay with over 1500 words, so it seemed really hard. Damon would have been able to help me, but I slowly realized that he didn’t come to help me. As always.
’Hm…’ I turned my head in his direction as I heard his voice, and I stood up immediately when I saw what was he doing. He was going through my panties.
’Are you insane?’ I closed the drawer and I tore one of my G-strings out from his hand. ’Damon, stop doing this.’
’Or?’ He smiled at me and leant closer, but I pushed his head further and put my G-string back to its place. ’What will you do?’
’I’m going to kill you.’ I tried to look serious, but it was harder than I expected. It wasn’t as serious and revolting as I thought it was, and he knew it too, so he opened an other drawer, and continued the rummaging among my things. I tried to look like I didn’t like what he was doing, but I couldn’t scare him really much.
He took a bra from the drawer (my favourite, incidentally), and kept it to his chest with a wide grin.
’How does it look like?’
’It’s not funny’ I replied as I tried to not laugh, but I couldn’t help and I needed to make a sound. I took the bra away from him and put it back to the drawer, but Damon took out an other one, and tried to wear it. ’You are idiot.’ I was laughing, and he looked so helpless I couldn’t watch him. He danced in my bra, and jumped onto my bed in it too.
’I like you better when you laugh.’ I stopped laughing when I heard what he said, and looked into his eyes with a smile.
’What did you search in my drawer?’ I asked as I leant to the dresser, and watched as Damon came closer to me and gave me back my bra.
’I want to know you better.’
’By my bras and panties?’ I laughed as I put my bra back to the drawer, and walked back to my desk.
’I hoped I’m going to find something. Girls are usually hiding secret things among their panties.’
’It sounds like you rummaged a dozen of drawers so far.’ I couldn’t believe how was Damon able to change my mood so fast. I was a bit lethargic when I arrived home, but when he started to play with my things he made everything better. And it was really, really strange… On a good way.
’You never know.’ He smiled at me kindly, then he sighed and went to my shelves. He took one of the books off; actually it wasn’t a book. It was a photo album, but I was pretty sure that Damon knew it too, that’s why he took it off. ’Is it you?’
I went closer to him and watched the photo which he looked too. It was a picture of Matt, Bonnie, Caroline and me in the elementary school. I smiled when memories came to my mind, then nodded.
’Aye. We were children.’
He didn’t reply anything just watched the photo. When a minute passed in totally silence I laughed and took away the photo album from him. ’Bras were more exciting, weren’t they?’
He shook his head. ’No, I’m just thinking.’
’About what?’ I put back the photo album to the shelf. He started to walk around in the room again, but I couldn’t puzzle out what was he thinking about.
’How is it possible, that the sweet little girl on the picture wears so maddening G-strings now?’
I laughed and sat down onto my bed. ’I don’t know. Time changes, people change. I’ve grown up.’
’You can’t explain it just like this.’ He shook his head as he laughed, and sat next to me in tailor’s seat.
’Why?’
’Because I’m over a hundred years old and I changed nothing. Admit it, Elena. You wore G-strings when you were child.’
’What are you talking about?’ I couldn’t stop laughing, but he looked at me with a wide smile.
’You like them, don’t you?’
’Caroline bought them for my birthday. I’ve never worn them so far.’
’You’re disappointing!’ He said and pushed me gently, then I started laugh again.
’Do you think they are hot?’
’Because if I say „yes, they are”, you’re going to wear them?’
’No, I’ll never wear them. I think they are disgusting.’
’Okay, then don’t wear them. Don’t wear anything, that’ll be the best solution!’ Damon shrugged, but I just pushed him back. I totally forgot my homework, but I felt so happy I didn’t care about anything except the person who I was with. The only person, who made me laugh in those days, and who really wanted to see me happy.
’I thought you are a shit person.’ I leant down onto my bed, and started to watch the ceiling. ’I mean, you were a killer. A vampire who is always thirsty.’ I laughed a bit, then I sighed and looked at Damon. Our glance met, and he looked so strange I got a bit scared. His face was totally unreadable, but when I wanted to sit up he suddenly moved into my direction and kept me on the bed. I wasn’t able to move anywhere just looked at him and watched my reflection in his eyes. In his really, really blue eyes.
’Are you okay?’ I whispered, and somehow I could look only his lips, nothing else.
’Was it a mistake?’ He whispered back, and I didn’t understand what he meant exactly.
’What?’
’You were sad and alone. I wanted to make you happy. Was it a mistake?’
’No, no, no…’ I slowly smiled, and tore my glance from his lips, although he looked at my ones at the moment. ’I really appreciate it. You reached what you wanted.’
’Then…’ He continued, and suddenly his face turned serious and hard. ’I don’t want to ruin it.’
Before he would have been able to sit up and disappear in a moment I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He lay on me again, but now he was the more surprised, not me.
’You don’t ruin it.’
These words seemed enough for him to do what he really wanted and planned. I knew he came to get me, and he thought he’s irresistible. I would have been able to resist if I’d have really wanted it, but that’s it. I didn’t want.
As a result, our first kiss took place on my bed. And although he’ll never know it, but I wore a G-string.
Rating: PG-13
Author: souldonor
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Damon/Elena
Word Count: 1 514
Prompt: “Damon pops over to Elenas out of boredom while she's doing homework and decides he wants to get to know her better by poking through her stuff (I.e. Books, CDs, DVDs, photos) . She gets upset first but resigns herself to it eventually. Bonus points if he finds something he likes in her underwear drawer and gets slapped or prodded. Super bonus if you can sneak in a Labyrinth dvd and a very embarrased Elena admitting her liking for Jareth and Damon remarking on how he would look in those pants." from metallicargirl written for the Damon/Elena prompt & kink meme.
I don't know how Damon got into the house. There was nobody at home and the doors were locked, but when I went upstairs and I entered my room, he was sitting on my bed and looked at me like it’d be so naturally that he’s in my room. And to be honest… It was pissing me off.
Firstly.
’What are you doing here?’
He shrugged and stared at me with a blank face.
’I’ve been invited in.’
’But you do not have the right to break into the house!’ It was unbelievable. He spoke like it would have been so normal, but it was unequivocally not. I didn’t want to shout and argue, so I just sighed and dropped my bag next to my desk. ’Really, why are you here?’
He sighed, and after a minute silence he just shook his head.
’I’m bored.’
’Then why don’t you go and drink something somewhere? Maybe in the Grill.’
’Matt doesn’t like me.’
I laughed a bit.
’Are you surprised? You were kissing his mother.’
’Tell me something that I don’t know.’ He leant down onto the bed, and closed his eyes. His shirt slid up a bit so his stomach was visible, but I caught my look before I would have started staring at him markedly. I sat down at my desk, and watched myself in the mirror, but he was behind me and I saw him all the time.
’I need to do homework, so if you still want to stay, do it quietly.’ I took my bag in my lap, and searched the extremely thick and heavy book that I brought from the library. I got my booklet too, and tried not to notice that Damon is in the room as well.
’What kinda homework?’ His voice scared me, so I rolled my eyes and opened the book.
’I have to write an essay about Woodrow Wilson.’
’Who is that?’
I was surprised, so I turned to him and looked at him with wondering eyes.
’He was the 28th president of the US, don’t tell me you didn’t know it. You lived in the same time.’
’Maybe. I was always weak in History.’ He stood up from my bed and started to walk around in my room. I just shook my head with a smile, then tried to find something about Wilson. I knew some details about him, but I have needed to write a really long essay with over 1500 words, so it seemed really hard. Damon would have been able to help me, but I slowly realized that he didn’t come to help me. As always.
’Hm…’ I turned my head in his direction as I heard his voice, and I stood up immediately when I saw what was he doing. He was going through my panties.
’Are you insane?’ I closed the drawer and I tore one of my G-strings out from his hand. ’Damon, stop doing this.’
’Or?’ He smiled at me and leant closer, but I pushed his head further and put my G-string back to its place. ’What will you do?’
’I’m going to kill you.’ I tried to look serious, but it was harder than I expected. It wasn’t as serious and revolting as I thought it was, and he knew it too, so he opened an other drawer, and continued the rummaging among my things. I tried to look like I didn’t like what he was doing, but I couldn’t scare him really much.
He took a bra from the drawer (my favourite, incidentally), and kept it to his chest with a wide grin.
’How does it look like?’
’It’s not funny’ I replied as I tried to not laugh, but I couldn’t help and I needed to make a sound. I took the bra away from him and put it back to the drawer, but Damon took out an other one, and tried to wear it. ’You are idiot.’ I was laughing, and he looked so helpless I couldn’t watch him. He danced in my bra, and jumped onto my bed in it too.
’I like you better when you laugh.’ I stopped laughing when I heard what he said, and looked into his eyes with a smile.
’What did you search in my drawer?’ I asked as I leant to the dresser, and watched as Damon came closer to me and gave me back my bra.
’I want to know you better.’
’By my bras and panties?’ I laughed as I put my bra back to the drawer, and walked back to my desk.
’I hoped I’m going to find something. Girls are usually hiding secret things among their panties.’
’It sounds like you rummaged a dozen of drawers so far.’ I couldn’t believe how was Damon able to change my mood so fast. I was a bit lethargic when I arrived home, but when he started to play with my things he made everything better. And it was really, really strange… On a good way.
’You never know.’ He smiled at me kindly, then he sighed and went to my shelves. He took one of the books off; actually it wasn’t a book. It was a photo album, but I was pretty sure that Damon knew it too, that’s why he took it off. ’Is it you?’
I went closer to him and watched the photo which he looked too. It was a picture of Matt, Bonnie, Caroline and me in the elementary school. I smiled when memories came to my mind, then nodded.
’Aye. We were children.’
He didn’t reply anything just watched the photo. When a minute passed in totally silence I laughed and took away the photo album from him. ’Bras were more exciting, weren’t they?’
He shook his head. ’No, I’m just thinking.’
’About what?’ I put back the photo album to the shelf. He started to walk around in the room again, but I couldn’t puzzle out what was he thinking about.
’How is it possible, that the sweet little girl on the picture wears so maddening G-strings now?’
I laughed and sat down onto my bed. ’I don’t know. Time changes, people change. I’ve grown up.’
’You can’t explain it just like this.’ He shook his head as he laughed, and sat next to me in tailor’s seat.
’Why?’
’Because I’m over a hundred years old and I changed nothing. Admit it, Elena. You wore G-strings when you were child.’
’What are you talking about?’ I couldn’t stop laughing, but he looked at me with a wide smile.
’You like them, don’t you?’
’Caroline bought them for my birthday. I’ve never worn them so far.’
’You’re disappointing!’ He said and pushed me gently, then I started laugh again.
’Do you think they are hot?’
’Because if I say „yes, they are”, you’re going to wear them?’
’No, I’ll never wear them. I think they are disgusting.’
’Okay, then don’t wear them. Don’t wear anything, that’ll be the best solution!’ Damon shrugged, but I just pushed him back. I totally forgot my homework, but I felt so happy I didn’t care about anything except the person who I was with. The only person, who made me laugh in those days, and who really wanted to see me happy.
’I thought you are a shit person.’ I leant down onto my bed, and started to watch the ceiling. ’I mean, you were a killer. A vampire who is always thirsty.’ I laughed a bit, then I sighed and looked at Damon. Our glance met, and he looked so strange I got a bit scared. His face was totally unreadable, but when I wanted to sit up he suddenly moved into my direction and kept me on the bed. I wasn’t able to move anywhere just looked at him and watched my reflection in his eyes. In his really, really blue eyes.
’Are you okay?’ I whispered, and somehow I could look only his lips, nothing else.
’Was it a mistake?’ He whispered back, and I didn’t understand what he meant exactly.
’What?’
’You were sad and alone. I wanted to make you happy. Was it a mistake?’
’No, no, no…’ I slowly smiled, and tore my glance from his lips, although he looked at my ones at the moment. ’I really appreciate it. You reached what you wanted.’
’Then…’ He continued, and suddenly his face turned serious and hard. ’I don’t want to ruin it.’
Before he would have been able to sit up and disappear in a moment I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He lay on me again, but now he was the more surprised, not me.
’You don’t ruin it.’
These words seemed enough for him to do what he really wanted and planned. I knew he came to get me, and he thought he’s irresistible. I would have been able to resist if I’d have really wanted it, but that’s it. I didn’t want.
As a result, our first kiss took place on my bed. And although he’ll never know it, but I wore a G-string.