#DESP: Chapter Eleven: Relax
Title: Relax
Author: cecevolume
Word Count: 23331
Rating: M
Summary: Elena goes to the spa with a girlfriend and Damon can't help following along.
Notes: AU/AH. Set in the Spring Break Universe. Part of a Round Robin challenge: Table of Contents.
Massage
“Can you believe this, Elena?!” Caroline squealed, practically jumping up and down as they made their way inside the building. “A free day at the most expensive spa in all the islands?! This is going to be the best day ever!”
Elena's attention was lost as she tried to decide what exactly Damon was doing. He'd given her two tickets and told her that she should go out with one of her girlfriends. Besides, didn't she need some time with them? Hadn't he been monopolizing her time pretty well?
Wasn't it just like Damon to have a twinkle in his eyes as he hinted at their...play.
So, she'd invited Caroline without much thought; none of her other friends would probably even think about taking a free ticket from the Salvatore. Of course, she should have known that Caroline would also go storming into the building as if she owned it, the brunette following closely behind.
The blonde turned a smile on her friend as two “spa associates” came to lead her away. “I'm doing everything today. First on the list: mudbath. See you when I'm done!” she called out, waving brightly over her shoulder just before she turned a corner and Elena lost sight of her.
Please don't cause them a lot of trouble, she thought before turning to her own assistants. “Uh, hi,” she said lamely, stepping up to the counter with her arm stretched out, ticket dangling from her fingers. “I have this...coupon for a free day...here.” Was she really so terrified to actually accept something like this from Damon? It wasn't as if he hadn't given her things before; what the hell was going on in her head?
Barely glancing at her, the helper said, “Well, what do you want to do first, then? We only have so much open at one time. Luckily, you came in the morning, which means you should be able to get some of our best treatments done first.” Finally, the woman looked her up and down, her eyes saying, “And you need them.”
Flushing, Elena allowed herself to be lead away. When they again asked what she wanted to do first, she replied quickly with a massage. That would be easiest, wouldn't it? Then she could ask someone nicer what else she should do next.
The room she was let into was decorated to look like a beach. Calming music swirled throughout the room, immediately taking her neurotic tendencies-developed solely on this trip, she might add-and stuffing them in the recesses of her mind. The lights were dimmed and there were no windows; this room could very well become her sanctuary for the next hour or so. Carefully stripping, she wrapped herself in a towel, as she'd been instructed, and laid face down on the table. She was a little oversensitive, she knew, especially when the door opened and closed too quickly for her to see her masseuse.
“Uhm, hi,” she said, keeping her head down. She had no idea how these things were supposed to go. “I've been pretty tense lately”-guy troubles, of course-“so please don't hold back.”
They said nothing, simply set to work, gently starting with the back of her neck. Idly, she wondered if there was supposed to be some sort of oil or lotion that they used; these hands were, first of all, male and callused, though not uncomfortably so. Whoever was here with her definitely did some physical work at some point and he was very good at finding all of her pressure points.
She shivered when fingers skimmed down the side of her neck, a spot that made her tingle even when touched so softly. Damon's the only one that knows that spot, she thought before she could stop herself. And he never misses a chance to take it....
Elena had to get him off her mind. She had to. Otherwise, this was a wasted trip. Wasn't he the cause of all her stress? He was trying to remind her of things that shouldn't have ever happened! They shouldn't be running around-Spring Break or not-having sex wherever they go! She needed to get a handle on her hormones or she was going to end up a nymphomaniac with a Damon fetish.
Those hands left her for a moment and came back slathered in lotion. They calmly rubbed circles on her back, making her practically moan in pleasure. She couldn't help saying, “You have some magic hands there,” just before she had to clench her teeth together against the sounds threatening to erupt from her mouth.
He worked his way down each of her arms, taking his time as he gently curled his fingers into her. Every touch was starting to culminate together and, much to Elena's embarrassment, she was getting turned on by it. It was like he knew all her secret spots that would drive her insane and it was hard to keep from twitching. There was a pressure in the pit of her stomach that she just wanted to release, but she knew she couldn't bear to move as his hands skimmed over her lower back to her upper thighs.
Did I ask for the wrong kind of massage? Am I going to get a happy ending with this? Elena wondered, secretly hoping that she would. How could someone expect her to withstand this onslaught? The fingers on her upper thighs were methodical, obviously keeping her on that edge. She embarrassed herself by barely being able to hold back a plead for him to help her out. Damon definitely wouldn't like me using his ticket to get off.
Farther down the backs of her legs, moving down her feet, she felt something else touching her. She squirmed against the strong hands that now kept her down as lips trailed up her legs and back.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?!” she cried, hoping that this room wasn't soundproofed. Wriggling restlessly, she growled, “You'll let go of me if you know what's good enough for you! The guy I came here with-”
“You were supposed to bring a girl with you, Elena,” an all-too-familiar voice tsked in her ear, an obvious chuckle in his tone. His hands trailed down her sides, making her shiver. “Don't worry; the guy you came here with is doing something special for you.”
Her eyes widened and she tried to turn over, to look Damon in the eye and demand what was going on. If she saw his face, remembered where she was, she might be able to get her body back under control.
Of course, he knew that. That was why he didn't waste any time. His fingers, light as feathers, followed their original path as his lips did the same. From the spot on her neck that made her moan, to the curve of her lower back, his lips left not one inch of skin untouched. He was determined to imprint himself on her, give her something her mind, body, and heart would never forget.
But it was hard to not attack her when she made those small noises in the back of her throat. Did she know what they did to him? God, if he could just hear those in his ear while he was inside her one more time, he could die a happy man. But once would never be enough; he'd always want more from her, whether she was willing to give it or not.
“Damon,” she breathed, trying to keep her thoughts un-jumbled. Her breathing was hard and quick, her heart pounding against her chest in anticipation. Soon, he would turn her over, she was sure. He would take her fast and hard, just the way she liked. All she had to do was say his name and he would be a goner.
It took all his power not to fall for it. No, this was all about her; if he didn't prove this to her, there was no way they were ever going to get past this fuck-buddy stage. He wanted more from her than this. He wanted a life together, not just a quick fuck whenever she was in the mood.
Keeping his touch soft, he slowly turned her onto her back, watched as the towel fell away. What was he trying to do, again? With her displayed in front of him like a work of art, how was he supposed to keep control of the urge to say fuck it and thrust as deep and hard inside her as he possibly could? Did she even know the power she held over him?
Somehow, he managed to continue his battle on her senses. After a quick kiss on her mouth-more like a peck-he went on his slow, merry little way all across her torso, careful to keep his mouth from her sensitive breasts until the end. The moment his lips locked around her nipples, however, she nearly erupted like a volcano. With a quick cry, her hands went straight to the back of his head, pulling him closer. Still, he leisurely licked the sensitive bud before making his way to the other.
If he didn't do something quickly, she was going to explode. They were going to find little pieces of Elena in their nice beach room and wonder what the hell they could have been doing. The release she clamored for was just within her grasp, then he would take it away, teasing her onto one too many peaks.
She wanted him now.
Grabbing a handful of his hair in each fist, she pulled his face up so that he would have to look at her. “Damon, I want you. Now.”
Her order had him on high alert for a second, but then a charming, devilish smile curled his lips. “Sweetheart, this is all about you. I'm showing you exactly how much you can take”-he gave a quick lip from her naval to the bikini tan line-“and how much I can give.” His head dipped between her thighs, kissing first one, then the other.
He could feel her muscles twitching beneath his touch, knew that, before too long, she was going to be a goner. There was no way she could keep herself from coming almost the second he put his mouth to her.
Then he would make her come again and again and again.
His eyes met hers as his tongue flicked her clit. He enjoyed the harsh gasp, the tightening of her hands in his hair, the flare in her eyes. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that this would be something she never forgot; no one would ever do this for her again.
Slowly building up, he licked at her, carefully keeping his distance from her most sensitive place after that preliminary lick. He knew what she wanted, knew that he was keeping her just on the edge of falling, only to gently pull her up. But that was his plan. She would come the hardest she ever had and remember who it was that gave her such a feeling.
“Elena,” he breathed against her, “am I teasing you too much?”
“Yes,” she hissed through her teeth without much venom.
“Do you want me to stop?” He had to give her this option. If she told him to stop, he would.
“No!” she almost shouted.
Good, he thought. Picking up the pace, he slid one finger inside her, loving her sigh of pleasure. A second was added and she tensed around him, staying on that precipice. As his mouth descended on her clit once more, he thought to himself, Here she comes, watching in amazement as she did just that.
But he didn't let her stop; he'd wring at least one more release from her even if it killed him.
“Damon,” she murmured, fingers clenching in his hair as if to pull him away. “Damon, I can't.”
“You can. Just watch.”
She cried out when he went on with his onslaught, feeling herself climbing back towards that peak as her masseuse kept his eyes trained on her face.
Stumbling
“Damon, stop touching me,” Elena growled from between clenched teeth. She tried in vain to shove his arm away from her waist, hissing at him when he nuzzled her hair. “I can't believe what you did back there.”
“Yes, you can. You were there. Also, if I don't hold you up, you're going to start stumbling.”
The pair was walking back towards the lobby of the building, since Damon had mysteriously acquired a free spa day ticket for himself. He wanted to do some couple therapy treatments, as if they were a couple!
I'm so getting him back for this.
She was upset because he was right. If he didn't keep her upright, she wouldn't be able to walk. But wasn't that his fault too? He'd made her come three times, harder than she might have ever come before. Did he think she was Wonder Woman? And if he gave her that self-satisfied smirk one more time, she was going to kill him.
“Damon? What are you doing here?”
Elena blushed hotly, shoving Damon away as Caroline strode towards them looking refreshed and revitalized. “He had another ticket and decided to join us. Too bad he misses our boat this morning.” Say anything that could be sexual, Damon, and I will skin you alive. Say it, I dare you. Say it....
“Well, with Elena coming, how could I resist?”
With a near-scream of annoyance, she stomped towards the front door, her footsteps shaky at best.
“Is she stumbling?” she heard Caroline ask Damon behind her.
“Yeah,” he replied, a definite smile in his voice. “I don't think she's ever had a deep tissue massage before.”
She would kill him.
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I had a ton of fun reading all the other chapters and writing this one! I hope you all enjoy. (:
Author: cecevolume
Word Count: 23331
Rating: M
Summary: Elena goes to the spa with a girlfriend and Damon can't help following along.
Notes: AU/AH. Set in the Spring Break Universe. Part of a Round Robin challenge: Table of Contents.
Massage
“Can you believe this, Elena?!” Caroline squealed, practically jumping up and down as they made their way inside the building. “A free day at the most expensive spa in all the islands?! This is going to be the best day ever!”
Elena's attention was lost as she tried to decide what exactly Damon was doing. He'd given her two tickets and told her that she should go out with one of her girlfriends. Besides, didn't she need some time with them? Hadn't he been monopolizing her time pretty well?
Wasn't it just like Damon to have a twinkle in his eyes as he hinted at their...play.
So, she'd invited Caroline without much thought; none of her other friends would probably even think about taking a free ticket from the Salvatore. Of course, she should have known that Caroline would also go storming into the building as if she owned it, the brunette following closely behind.
The blonde turned a smile on her friend as two “spa associates” came to lead her away. “I'm doing everything today. First on the list: mudbath. See you when I'm done!” she called out, waving brightly over her shoulder just before she turned a corner and Elena lost sight of her.
Please don't cause them a lot of trouble, she thought before turning to her own assistants. “Uh, hi,” she said lamely, stepping up to the counter with her arm stretched out, ticket dangling from her fingers. “I have this...coupon for a free day...here.” Was she really so terrified to actually accept something like this from Damon? It wasn't as if he hadn't given her things before; what the hell was going on in her head?
Barely glancing at her, the helper said, “Well, what do you want to do first, then? We only have so much open at one time. Luckily, you came in the morning, which means you should be able to get some of our best treatments done first.” Finally, the woman looked her up and down, her eyes saying, “And you need them.”
Flushing, Elena allowed herself to be lead away. When they again asked what she wanted to do first, she replied quickly with a massage. That would be easiest, wouldn't it? Then she could ask someone nicer what else she should do next.
The room she was let into was decorated to look like a beach. Calming music swirled throughout the room, immediately taking her neurotic tendencies-developed solely on this trip, she might add-and stuffing them in the recesses of her mind. The lights were dimmed and there were no windows; this room could very well become her sanctuary for the next hour or so. Carefully stripping, she wrapped herself in a towel, as she'd been instructed, and laid face down on the table. She was a little oversensitive, she knew, especially when the door opened and closed too quickly for her to see her masseuse.
“Uhm, hi,” she said, keeping her head down. She had no idea how these things were supposed to go. “I've been pretty tense lately”-guy troubles, of course-“so please don't hold back.”
They said nothing, simply set to work, gently starting with the back of her neck. Idly, she wondered if there was supposed to be some sort of oil or lotion that they used; these hands were, first of all, male and callused, though not uncomfortably so. Whoever was here with her definitely did some physical work at some point and he was very good at finding all of her pressure points.
She shivered when fingers skimmed down the side of her neck, a spot that made her tingle even when touched so softly. Damon's the only one that knows that spot, she thought before she could stop herself. And he never misses a chance to take it....
Elena had to get him off her mind. She had to. Otherwise, this was a wasted trip. Wasn't he the cause of all her stress? He was trying to remind her of things that shouldn't have ever happened! They shouldn't be running around-Spring Break or not-having sex wherever they go! She needed to get a handle on her hormones or she was going to end up a nymphomaniac with a Damon fetish.
Those hands left her for a moment and came back slathered in lotion. They calmly rubbed circles on her back, making her practically moan in pleasure. She couldn't help saying, “You have some magic hands there,” just before she had to clench her teeth together against the sounds threatening to erupt from her mouth.
He worked his way down each of her arms, taking his time as he gently curled his fingers into her. Every touch was starting to culminate together and, much to Elena's embarrassment, she was getting turned on by it. It was like he knew all her secret spots that would drive her insane and it was hard to keep from twitching. There was a pressure in the pit of her stomach that she just wanted to release, but she knew she couldn't bear to move as his hands skimmed over her lower back to her upper thighs.
Did I ask for the wrong kind of massage? Am I going to get a happy ending with this? Elena wondered, secretly hoping that she would. How could someone expect her to withstand this onslaught? The fingers on her upper thighs were methodical, obviously keeping her on that edge. She embarrassed herself by barely being able to hold back a plead for him to help her out. Damon definitely wouldn't like me using his ticket to get off.
Farther down the backs of her legs, moving down her feet, she felt something else touching her. She squirmed against the strong hands that now kept her down as lips trailed up her legs and back.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?!” she cried, hoping that this room wasn't soundproofed. Wriggling restlessly, she growled, “You'll let go of me if you know what's good enough for you! The guy I came here with-”
“You were supposed to bring a girl with you, Elena,” an all-too-familiar voice tsked in her ear, an obvious chuckle in his tone. His hands trailed down her sides, making her shiver. “Don't worry; the guy you came here with is doing something special for you.”
Her eyes widened and she tried to turn over, to look Damon in the eye and demand what was going on. If she saw his face, remembered where she was, she might be able to get her body back under control.
Of course, he knew that. That was why he didn't waste any time. His fingers, light as feathers, followed their original path as his lips did the same. From the spot on her neck that made her moan, to the curve of her lower back, his lips left not one inch of skin untouched. He was determined to imprint himself on her, give her something her mind, body, and heart would never forget.
But it was hard to not attack her when she made those small noises in the back of her throat. Did she know what they did to him? God, if he could just hear those in his ear while he was inside her one more time, he could die a happy man. But once would never be enough; he'd always want more from her, whether she was willing to give it or not.
“Damon,” she breathed, trying to keep her thoughts un-jumbled. Her breathing was hard and quick, her heart pounding against her chest in anticipation. Soon, he would turn her over, she was sure. He would take her fast and hard, just the way she liked. All she had to do was say his name and he would be a goner.
It took all his power not to fall for it. No, this was all about her; if he didn't prove this to her, there was no way they were ever going to get past this fuck-buddy stage. He wanted more from her than this. He wanted a life together, not just a quick fuck whenever she was in the mood.
Keeping his touch soft, he slowly turned her onto her back, watched as the towel fell away. What was he trying to do, again? With her displayed in front of him like a work of art, how was he supposed to keep control of the urge to say fuck it and thrust as deep and hard inside her as he possibly could? Did she even know the power she held over him?
Somehow, he managed to continue his battle on her senses. After a quick kiss on her mouth-more like a peck-he went on his slow, merry little way all across her torso, careful to keep his mouth from her sensitive breasts until the end. The moment his lips locked around her nipples, however, she nearly erupted like a volcano. With a quick cry, her hands went straight to the back of his head, pulling him closer. Still, he leisurely licked the sensitive bud before making his way to the other.
If he didn't do something quickly, she was going to explode. They were going to find little pieces of Elena in their nice beach room and wonder what the hell they could have been doing. The release she clamored for was just within her grasp, then he would take it away, teasing her onto one too many peaks.
She wanted him now.
Grabbing a handful of his hair in each fist, she pulled his face up so that he would have to look at her. “Damon, I want you. Now.”
Her order had him on high alert for a second, but then a charming, devilish smile curled his lips. “Sweetheart, this is all about you. I'm showing you exactly how much you can take”-he gave a quick lip from her naval to the bikini tan line-“and how much I can give.” His head dipped between her thighs, kissing first one, then the other.
He could feel her muscles twitching beneath his touch, knew that, before too long, she was going to be a goner. There was no way she could keep herself from coming almost the second he put his mouth to her.
Then he would make her come again and again and again.
His eyes met hers as his tongue flicked her clit. He enjoyed the harsh gasp, the tightening of her hands in his hair, the flare in her eyes. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that this would be something she never forgot; no one would ever do this for her again.
Slowly building up, he licked at her, carefully keeping his distance from her most sensitive place after that preliminary lick. He knew what she wanted, knew that he was keeping her just on the edge of falling, only to gently pull her up. But that was his plan. She would come the hardest she ever had and remember who it was that gave her such a feeling.
“Elena,” he breathed against her, “am I teasing you too much?”
“Yes,” she hissed through her teeth without much venom.
“Do you want me to stop?” He had to give her this option. If she told him to stop, he would.
“No!” she almost shouted.
Good, he thought. Picking up the pace, he slid one finger inside her, loving her sigh of pleasure. A second was added and she tensed around him, staying on that precipice. As his mouth descended on her clit once more, he thought to himself, Here she comes, watching in amazement as she did just that.
But he didn't let her stop; he'd wring at least one more release from her even if it killed him.
“Damon,” she murmured, fingers clenching in his hair as if to pull him away. “Damon, I can't.”
“You can. Just watch.”
She cried out when he went on with his onslaught, feeling herself climbing back towards that peak as her masseuse kept his eyes trained on her face.
Stumbling
“Damon, stop touching me,” Elena growled from between clenched teeth. She tried in vain to shove his arm away from her waist, hissing at him when he nuzzled her hair. “I can't believe what you did back there.”
“Yes, you can. You were there. Also, if I don't hold you up, you're going to start stumbling.”
The pair was walking back towards the lobby of the building, since Damon had mysteriously acquired a free spa day ticket for himself. He wanted to do some couple therapy treatments, as if they were a couple!
I'm so getting him back for this.
She was upset because he was right. If he didn't keep her upright, she wouldn't be able to walk. But wasn't that his fault too? He'd made her come three times, harder than she might have ever come before. Did he think she was Wonder Woman? And if he gave her that self-satisfied smirk one more time, she was going to kill him.
“Damon? What are you doing here?”
Elena blushed hotly, shoving Damon away as Caroline strode towards them looking refreshed and revitalized. “He had another ticket and decided to join us. Too bad he misses our boat this morning.” Say anything that could be sexual, Damon, and I will skin you alive. Say it, I dare you. Say it....
“Well, with Elena coming, how could I resist?”
With a near-scream of annoyance, she stomped towards the front door, her footsteps shaky at best.
“Is she stumbling?” she heard Caroline ask Damon behind her.
“Yeah,” he replied, a definite smile in his voice. “I don't think she's ever had a deep tissue massage before.”
She would kill him.
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I had a ton of fun reading all the other chapters and writing this one! I hope you all enjoy. (: