Fic: Wallowing, Wading, Whispering, Wanting (4/4, M, Damon/Elena)
Title: Wallowing, Wading, Whispering, Wanting.
Part Four of Four: Wanting
Author: Roguie/ SunSpecOps
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters: Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Damon/ Elena
Rating: M - violence, torture, A- class coarse language, and if you’re very good, a little dash of smut to wrap it all up.
Spoilers: Everything up to 4x18 - AU at 4x19.
Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries doesn’t belong to me. I just like to borrow the characters and mutate their inner voices. What can I say, it’s fun. Please don’t sue, my house is small, my car is useless and my dogs are pains in the arse, but they’re all I have.
Summary: Sight and sound are a powerful trigger to a mind already laden with layers of guilt he can never express. Twenty four hours can change two lives, fix two hearts, and set them to burn like they’ve never burned before.
A/N: Well, okay, so I missed my target by a week, but it was a long week, folks, a very, very very long week. We shall not discuss how drunk I spent last Tuesday night trying to forget the absolute horror that was my professional life. So… do I have anything relevant to say about this final chapter of my very first real attempt at writing The Vampire Diaries? Nope. Let there be smut. :) Warning… Sexy!Damon ahead. :)
A/N2: Reviews are gold, and I’m just a poor girl. Don’t forget to donate. :)
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It had long since fallen dark when Damon opened his eyes from the sleep he never even recognized falling into. He quickly adjusted to the inky blackness of the room, his fingers immediately reaching out for the other source of heat stretched out upon his mattress.
Elena’s lips issued no complaint as he gently pulled her against his body, her eyelids barely fluttering as his lips found the silky smooth skin of her shoulder, his warm breath a sigh as he tightened his hold. The towel he’d wrapped around her before laying down had long since abandoned her in her sleep. As such, it was pure, soft, warm flesh that met Damon’s fingertips as he splayed them out over her stomach. Muscles twitched gently under his touch and the soft flesh of his lips curved into a smile against her shoulder.
“Missed you,” he whispered, his voice cracking with the agony of their weeks spent apart, knowing she was still too deep under to hear him. They were words he had to say, laying out his hurt and confusion, but this way she’d never have to bear the guilt that would come with the knowledge of his pain. She had enough to regret without his own darkness hovering over her. At the very least, he could give her this.
“Damon.”
His ears perked forward and his fingers paused in the middle of drawing a languid circle on her warm flesh. It was barely a whisper, almost the ghost of a moan, but it was his name that spilled from her lips and the remaining tension bled from his body as he watched, motionlessly, for her body to catch up with her subconscious.
It truly amazed him, the stages her body went through as she slowly pulled away from sleep. First, a small frown appeared on her lips, a bit stubborn, a little pouty. Second, her nose wrinkled delicately, scrunching up just before lifting a hand to cover her still closed eyes. Third, her tongue peeked out from between her lips, full and red, an unconscious tease that left him suddenly hard and wanting against the gentle curve of her back. Finally, her knees uncurled, her body stretching out languidly against his, warm skin and muscle brushing against his now straining cock.
He bit his lip to smother the harsh curse that threatened to escape his throat, hard enough to draw blood, the inescapable scent of copper and iron filling the air, filling her senses, and finally she opened her eyes. She turned to face him immediately, all remnants of sleep cast from her body as she breathed him in deeply, tongue now purposely darting out to wet her full lips.
Damon couldn’t control the shudder that passed through him, his hands immediately tightening on her smaller frame, pulling her firmly against his oversensitive body as her eyes turned black and the intricate webbing of dark veins began to spider over her features.
“Morning, beautiful,” he managed to whisper before he found himself on his back, his arms held above his head, his own features darkening as lips met lips, fangs met fangs, and tongue met tongue, swallowing quickly any further words that tried to be said.
There wasn’t an ounce of will in his body capable of offering any resistance to her onslaught. His lip was sucked clean of blood; the wound closed and was reopened immediately by her greedy fangs. The third time, she let it close, her features paling back to those of the little human that had captured his soul the very moment they met on a dark road in the middle of nowhere. Her eyes sparkled with sudden fire, and his dick pulsed and surged harder still; her lithe body straddled his in such a way that the wet, sucking heat of her core covered his length, bringing an impatient moan to both their lips as the need for friction increased to nearly desperate levels, each moment of contact nothing more than a cruel tease of what they craved so desperately.
When she freed his lips from their willing prison, when her fingers loosened their hold on his wrists, she rocked back against him to answer her body’s hunger for friction. Damon freed his hands, fingers instantly moving to her hips, nails cutting into flesh as he locked her to him.
“’Lena,” he groaned desperately, heart surging in time with his body as he swiftly rolled her beneath him. “’Lena, fuck. My Elena.”
He couldn’t name the emotion responsible for the crack in his voice, for his inability to speak anything beyond her name, but it was powerful, overwhelming, and before sudden tears could fill his eyes, he buried his face in her neck, pulling soft flesh between his lips and teeth, sucking and biting hard enough to leave a momentary mark and wrench a cry from her lips. With one hand still pinning her to the mattress by a single hip, he slid down her arching body, his free hand finding a breast, a finger brushing across a pebbled nipple for only a brief second before his mouth found the hardened bud. Then, not even his great strength could keep her pinned to the bed as sharp fangs pierced her flesh, twin trails of blood filling his mouth, painting her skin, staining his sheets before the wounds closed and his warm tongue appeared to lick her achingly clean.
He was flipped and she was atop him before he could trail lower; the scent of her maddening arousal filled every sense he possessed and he had only enough time to dig strong fingers into the flesh of her ass before she lowered herself onto him, dripping, aching folds of heat opening to receive his painfully hard, weeping cock into her body, her throat voicing his slow penetration with a gratified moan.
Damon was lost as she rode him, slowly, cradled deep inside her pulsing walls, swelling impossibly larger with each stroke of her body down his length. With firm fingers he pulled her down and held her on his body, buried so deep he could feel where she ended, and he slid his back up against his headboard, bringing his knees up behind her, cradling her completely as he found her lips and gave himself over to pure sensation.
Their frenzied pace slowed to a gentle rhythm, his hands in her hair, holding her lips against his until her nails scraped down his chest, opening torturously slow paths of rent flesh. His head fell backwards, slamming into the headboard with force enough to crack the thick slab of wood a mere second before her lips found his throat and her fangs his blood.
Had it only been weeks since their one moment together? He was sure they’d been apart a fucking eternity.
He slammed home inside of her in all ways possible, throbbing cock, piercing fangs, flowing blood; his heart and soul were her own to salvage or destroy on a whim. When she tightened around him, a dripping vice of heated flesh, fangs ripping from his skin to throw back her head and scream his name into the night, light brighter and hotter than the sun filled his mind, blinding him to anything but the girl clenched around him, milking the very essence of his being from his body as surely as her contracting walls milked his softening dick of all it could provide.
When the moment eased, their bodies coming down from the heights they’d reached, Elena leaned forward silently, burying her face in his neck, trembling softly in his arms.
“’Lena…” he murmured softly into her hair, a million topics needing discussion, floating around them, threatening to burst their quiet bubble of sexual bliss.
“No,” she shook her head quickly, leaning back to capture his gaze, her chocolate eyes pleading with him to listen. “In the morning, okay? Please, Damon?”
And fucked if he could deny her a single thing.
He nodded quickly, tucking her back against his powerful body, wishing he could chase away her demons with the mere embrace of his arms.
“Just one thing,” he whispered into the darkness, softly stroking her back with gentle fingers.
“Hmm?” she murmured, already half back to sleep, curled tightly against his hard frame.
“I love you, Elena.”
He felt her smile against his neck, and small lips pressed to his skin in acknowledgement.
“Love you, Damon.”
As her eyes closed, his heart soared. There was no sire bond, no danger of one of them dying, absolutely nothing to force those words from her lips this time, and yet, there they were, dancing between them like his very life didn’t hinge on ever hearing them again.
It took everything he had to not wake her back up and demand she say it again, over and over until his slow beating heart could truly believe that those words were for him.
He wanted to shout it from tree tops and tall buildings, bridges and helicopters. He wanted to sky write it for the entire town to read and know that Elena Gilbert loved him. No one and nothing had forced her hand.
Instead he lay silently beneath her, one hand behind his head, one hand against her back, vowing silently to never let her go.
He didn’t like himself very much without her by his side. With her he was something completely different than even he could explain. He’d tried to put it to words once, that everything about her begged him to do good things, to be a good person, and as hard as he fought, as loud as he protested, in the end, he saved Barbie and her mutt, he didn’t let Judgy’s fairy-witch-mother die… completely, he fought to save Ric, fought to save Klaus, fought to save the kid, put his own feelings aside for his brother’s and fought to keep them all together at a cost they couldn’t begin to understand.
However long this lasted, be it days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, or eternities, as long as every night she lay her head against his heart, the beast he had been would sleep peacefully through time. He sighed with a soft sense of resignation, even while something entirely different built in his heart.
“Normal people of Mystic Falls, you are safe tonight,” he murmured wryly, and only to himself. He’d never admit out loud that a tiny little girl from a tiny little town, with big brown eyes, long brown hair, and the biggest heart he’d ever seen, had tamed him. Big bad vampire brought to his knees for the love of a human. He was well aware of his status as a cosmic joke, a supernatural fucking embarrassment, but in the end, here in her arms, he was only human.
~~Fin~~