#desp: chapter 1: anxiety
Title: CHAPTER 1 - Anxiety
Author: 0123Hope
Word Count: ~2580
Rating: M
Warnings: Smut
Summary: Thursday Night(after classes get out). Airport, Airplane
Notes: AU/AH. Set in the Spring Break Universe. Part of a Round Robin challenge: Table of Contents.
Airport
“I probably forgot half of the things I'm going to need.” Elena placed a hand on her forehead and started pacing in front of the taxi as Damon unloaded the trunk. “You didn't give me enough time to pack.”
“You've been packing for the last three days.” Damon rolled his eyes at her and let out a sigh as he felt the weight of her suitcase. “I think you brought enough sunscreen for the entire world population.”
“We're going to the Bahamas, I want to get a tan but I don't want to look like a tomato when I come back.” She threw her hands in the air as he started pushing the cart towards the entrance of the airport. “Oh God! I probably forgot my passport.”
“No. You didn't, you've checked it five times on the way over here. It's in your purse in that small pocket on the right.”
“You got our tickets, right?” Her voice pitched as her brown eyes looked frantically at him, her whole body shaking nervously. “Please don't tell me you forgot our tickets.”
“Elena.” Damon clenched his teeth together as they stepped into the airport and strode towards the line to check-in. “Do you really want me to show you them for the sixth time in twenty minutes?”
“Yes.”
“Why did I bring you?” He rolled his eyes dramatically and pulled the tickets out of his jacket while Elena checked the location of her passport for the sixth time. “You're worse than Caroline on speed.”
“You haven't seen Caroline on speed.” She smiled fondly at the memory of Caroline high on speed before pulling the tickets out of his hands and reading the small letters. “Is this the right date?”
“No Elena.” Damon let out an exaggerated sigh and started mocking her nervous attitude. “I never checked the date on these tickets so now we're standing here in the airport with our suitcases but they won't let us check in because the wrong date is on the tickets.”
“Stop being an asshole.” She swatted him and pulled his jacket open, pushing the tickets back in place. “I told you flying makes me nervous.”
“You could have told me it made you this nervous. I could have watched Dr. Phil to prepare.”
“I'm not like any of those neurotic women on Dr. Phil.”
“No. You're ten times worse.”
“It's a five-hour flight.” She put her hands on her hips and started glaring at him while the line in front of them got shorter. “I'm allowed to get nervous, do you know how much time there is to crash in a five-hour flight?”
“Probably five hours.”
“Damn right.” She stomped her foot and bit her lip as a woman in front of them send her an evil glare. “Which means I'll have to find a way to keep myself busy for five hours or I'll probably die from an anxiety attack.”
“I'll find a way to keep you busy.” He breathed huskily in her ear and ran his hand over her hip, making shivers run down her spine. She slapped him and crossed her arms over her chest. “Can you behave for like five seconds?”
“Five seconds starting now.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully as she started shooting daggers at him. “One, two, three, four, five, time's up. Do you want another snarky remark?”
Elena huffed and turned her back on him. She kept nervously fidgeting with the buttons on her jacket until it was their turn to check in. Damon checked in their luggage and grabbed her arm while he dragged them through security. She eyed the officers suspiciously as Damon removed his belt and put it in the small basket together with his shoes and watch.
“Will I get everything back?” She leaned towards Damon, grabbing his arm to protect herself from the officer that was staring at her. “I don't want them to steal my jewelry.”
“You watch too much television.” He shrugged her off and walked through the metal detectors, finding the basket on the other side waiting for him. “Come on, scaredy cat. If you hid that knife well then they won't catch you.”
“I didn't bring a knife.” She laughed nervously, biting her lip as the officers started laughing at her nervousness. “I really didn't.”
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Airplane
“We're going to crash, I can feel it.”
He rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time that day and settled himself in his seat as the red light went on. He fastened his seat belt and watched Elena checking it frantically, pulling it so tight against her stomach that she couldn't breathe anymore. He hissed as the plane took off and she grabbed his leg, her nails digging into his skin through his dark jeans.
“If you need something to hold on to,” He grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch. “Please feel free to.”
“You're disgusting.” She stuck her nose up and clutched her hand tightly against her chest, hugging herself until the fast seat belt sign turned off and everyone removed their seat belt. “Asshole.”
“That's what a lot of girls say.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and ran his fingers over her leg. “But they usually end up sleeping with me.”
“Not this girl.” She slapped his hand away and snorted. “I'm going to find myself a hot guy on the beach and leave you behind all by yourself.”
“That's not nice.” Damon smirked at her and leaned his head against the headrest, closing his eyes. “Don't worry, I like a bad girl too.”
“I already want to hit you.”
“I have nothing against some spanking.”
Her palms collided with the armrests as annoyance got the best of her. With a huff she turned her head and looked out the window, hearing him chuckle beside her. She kept staring at the fog that surrounded the airplane until the child that sat behind her kicked her chair and made her nose bump into the seat in front of her.
“You okay?”
“I'm fine.” She was thrown off guard as she saw the concern in his blue eyes and felt his hand gently resting on her arm. “Just nervous.”
“Elena.” He shook his head at her and sat straighter into his seat while the child behind her kicked her seat another time. “What's the worst thing that can happen?”
“We can crash.”
“What's so bad about that?”
“That we die.”
“Look at it this way.” He shrugged indifferently. “At least it will be a quick death.”
“You're supposed to be the pessimist.” Her brown eyes went wide as she stared at him and gripped the armrest in both of her fists. “I'm the optimist, you're supposed to say that we're going to crash and that I'll never see my family and friends again.”
“Yeah… Because that would really calm you down.”
“I just need to find something that will keep me busy.” She looked around frantically like she would find the answer somewhere around her, her eyes paused on him and she shook her head. “Don't even think about it, we're not going to have sex in the bathroom.”
“You can always give me a blowjob right here.”
“Are you going to be like this the whole spring break?” She crossed her arms over her chest and turned her body towards him. “I already told you, we're not going to have sex.”
“Why not?” He let his eyes travel over her body and licked his lips as he took in her curves. “Did you get a bikini wax?”
“That's none of your business.”
“Since you're going to spend time around me in a bikini, I have to know.” He pointed to her crossed legs and shook his head smugly. “I don't want any unexpected surprises.”
“My pubic hair isn't any of your concern since you won't go anywhere near it.”
“Usually that's the place where girls like me the most.” He leaned closer so his warm breath tickled her ear. “You can't imagine all the things I can do down there.”
“If you got down there with me,” She put her hand on his chest and pushed him back into his seat. “Then I would suffocate you with my thighs.”
“I've already been down there.” He smirked and made himself comfortable in his seat again, his blue eyes shimmering with mischief. “Or did you forget?”
“That was a lifetime ago.”
“Doesn't seem that long ago to me.”
“I have to keep myself busy so I'm going to use the bathroom and freshen up a bit.” She stood up and walked past him, ignoring the pat on her butt.
She stumbled a few times while she walked through the aisle to the back of the plane to reach the bathroom. A few of the other passengers growled as she hit their feet or arms that were draped into the aisle. She finally found the bathroom and stepped inside of it.
She splashed water into her face and checked her makeup. She jumped a little as someone suddenly pulled on the closed door. With a sigh she dried her hands and unlocked it. A gasp escaped her as she wanted to step out but was pushed back inside, hungry lips attacking her neck.
“What are you doing?” She held back a moan as he started sucking on her pulse point. “Damon, stop it!”
“I'm here to keep you busy.”
“I told you we weren’t going to have sex in the Bahamas.”
“We're not in the Bahamas yet.”
She shook her head at him, her resistance lessening with each shake. Finally she grabbed his shirt and pulled him against her. “You're so lucky I'm horny as hell.”
“Anxiety gets you horny?” He picked her up and put her down on the small counter, already unbuckling his belt. “I see so many planes in our future.”
“We don't have a future.” She pulled his shirt over his head and let her hands wander down his abs. “This is a one time thing.”
“I think that's what you said last time.” He pushed her dress up and let his hand slide over her bare thighs. “These one time things work really well for us.”
“Shut up and keep me busy.”
“With pleasure.”
His lips crashed down on hers while she wrapped her legs around his waist and let her hands trail down his muscled stomach. Once he had her pressed against the mirror, his fingers slipped behind the red fabric of her panties and found their way to her wet heat. She growled and wrapped him firmer into her legs as he twitched her throbbing clit between his fingers.
She pulled the fabric of her dress up to her stomach to make room for his searching hand. He pushed the dress over her breasts and found her pebbled nipple with his mouth, sucking eagerly. He shoved his finger into her core, causing her to moan in pleasure. She leaned her head back and let the pleasure crash down on her as he built her up. He added a second finger as she arched her hips against his hand, her body begging for more.
He grabbed her buttocks and ripped her panties off of her with a growl that rose from deep within his throat. She gasped at the violent act but went for the button of his jeans and released his throbbing member out of its cave. She stroked it feverishly and hissed when his lips came into contact with hers again, his tongue tasted the inside of her mouth and met her hungry kisses.
He grabbed her knees and pulled her dripping core against his member, searching for her entrance. She grabbed his hair once he filled her and kissed him with passion. Her walls closed around him and he started moving forward. He fucked her fast and hard, making her scream his name more than once. She bit her lip while she held onto his shoulders and met his thrusts in the middle, riding together towards that blissful sin.
“Damon.” She threw her head back with a growl. “I'm almost there.”
He started thrusting more violently and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her nails dug into his skin while she came closer and closer to her release. His lips muffled her scream once she found her climax and squeezed his member with her inner muscles. The sensation of her tight center closing around him made him cum two thrust after her.
“Oh God.” She leaned her head back against the mirror. “That was good.”
“Good distraction?”
“Best distraction.”
He smirked and pulled his pants back up, adjusting his member back into his boxers before zipping it up. She sighed and jumped off the counter, finding her panties on the ground. She stepped into them and pulled her dress back into place before she checked her appearance in the mirror.
“You look well-fucked.” Damon came to stand behind her and pulled his shirt over his head. “I did a good job.”
“Get out of here, please.” She whined and pointed her chin to the door. “You go first, I'll come out a few minutes after you.”
“You think people won't notice what just happened?”
“I want to pretend like they don't know.” She turned around and started shoving him towards the door. “Go!”
She closed the door behind him and started tapping her foot impatiently, waiting until she counted to a hundred in her head. She pushed the door open slightly and was met by a disapproving look from one of the stewardesses. The other passengers gave her all kind of looks once she stepped back into the aisle and made her way to her seat, some of them smiled knowingly, the elder passengers glared at her and the young kids pointed at her.
She found their seats and stepped over Damon's legs to plop down in her own. Her head snapped around as she found him chuckling softly, his eyes shimmering in amusement.
“At least now I'm sure you had a bikini wax.”
“This won't happen again.” She pointed her finger at him, sending him a warning with her eyes. “It was just because I was under a lot of stress and I needed to keep myself busy.”
“Whatever you say darling.”
“Just shut up.”
She turned back to the window and stared at the ocean beneath them. The red lights were on again and the pilot warned them that they would be landing soon. She looked around frantically and fastened her seat belt as tight as she could. Her hand found Damon's leg again once the plane started shaking.
And for once he didn't mock her, instead he took her hand in his and rubbed soothing circles with his thumb on it.
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I can't tell you how nervous I was about this! I do hope you all enjoyed it and I look forward to read the next chapters. Special thank you to aj81writing & Lauren3210 for helping me out with this chapter. Please don't forget to review!