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Tweak says, "Huh?"

Elena Gilbert (notkatherine) wrote,
@ 2010-09-16 16:01:00

Current location:	Elena's bedroom
Current mood:	worried
Entry tags:	au tv!verse, damon, rp

The Return (rp with most_dangerous)
Elena had no clue what had gone on with Katherine and Damon, but she had a pretty good idea that something was bothering him because he was so drunk. She’d always known that when it came to Katherine he didn’t think straight.

She’d just never known that it would mean he would want to kiss her, too. Thank God she’d talked Stefan out of fighting over that little bit of news that Damon had “kissed” her. Why would she kiss him back, though? Didn’t Stefan trust her? And didn’t Damon know better that she cared for him - a lot, yes - but...

“You’re the liar, Elena. There is something going on between us and you know it. And you’re lying to me and you’re lying to Stefan and most of all you’re lying to yourself. I can prove it...” His hands had grabbed her face and his lips felt hard on hers, forceful. She pushed at him a little, confused. “Damon, don’t... what’s wrong with you?” Reason had to work.

“Why, you want this?” He was still holding her and Elena tried something else. “Damon, stop... you’re better than this, come on.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He leaned into her again and she pushed at Damon a little, his hands still touching her hair and face. Elena managed to break apart from him, worry on her face.

“No, no, no, no, Damon, listen, I care about you. Listen to me!” She took a quick breath as he held her hands. “I care about you, I do, but... I love Stefan. It’s always going to be Stefan.” And those last words were the painful ones to say to him, especially once she saw the look on his face.

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most_dangerous
2010-09-16 11:06 pm UTC (link)

Damon’s body tightened, every muscle tensing with sudden pain. If Elena had just put a stake in his heart, it would have been quicker and less excruciating, except for the fact that she’d have had to share the space with the one Katherine had driven into him just a few hours before. Oh, he’d heard everything Stefan had told him about the games that Katherine was going to play and brother dear had been right, Damon knew that.

But that didn’t make it any less sharp and any less deadly when he’d had to stare into that face, lose himself in those eyes and be denied. Twice.

“Liar,” he said, voice quiet and rasping. “Liar.” Damon’s hands moved from Elena’s face to her shoulders. “You keep saying that because you want it to be true. Because you think it ought to be true, but it’s not! You aren’t choosing him because he’s right, you’re choosing him because he’s safe, and that’s crap.”

“I saw it in you when we went on that trip, Elena. I know what I woke up in you.” Damon’s grip was tight, and he was suddenly backing Elena against the wall. “I’m going to prove it.”

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notkatherine
2010-09-16 11:10 pm UTC (link)

She was shaking her head at Damon’s words, trying to understand why he couldn’t see the truth or maybe just didn’t want to, when Elena felt herself trapped between the wall in her room and Damon’s body in front of her. With the vervain necklace, he couldn’t compel her but he seemed angry. “Damon....” He was always worse when he was quiet, she thought, as her hands gripped his wrists and tried to push him away. “No, I’m saying it because I love Stefan! You... I care about you so don’t do this, don’t do something you’ll regret.” She paused. Stefan was out trying to find Katherine, Jenna had taken Jeremy to the hospital. Elena pleaded, “Don’t... please.”

He could feel himself being pushed and pulled in every direction. Elena definitely thought she knew him. Stefan thought she knew him. So did those idiots on the town council. So did Katherine. They all thought they knew who Damon Salvatore was, and what he was capable of. Maybe they were wrong. Maybe they needed to realize that.

“That’s the thing, though... I don’t have to regret it if I don’t want to. I only need to feel whatever the hell I want to feel.” The darkest parts of Damon were pushing to the front, making the corners of his mouth curl upward. “Right now, I feel like making you understand just what it is you’re choosing.” Damon’s hands started to push, roughly sliding Elena’s blouse down her shoulders. “Or more specifically, what you’re not choosing.”

“Damon! What are you doing?” But she knew, of course. If he’d thought he had kissed her, if he looked at her and saw Katherine (or maybe he saw Elena too?), then he was going to make her ‘choose’ him. Elena tried to shift so she could knee him but she couldn’t seem to get a good angle. Her heart was pounding and she thought she’d try to use Damon’s words back at him. “What about ‘wanting it to be real’? This... this isn’t real, Damon.” At least, that was what Elena kept telling herself even later.

A low laugh made its way out of Damon’s throat. “Yeah, about that... I’ve been reconsidering my relationship with reality.” His eyes raked down from Elena’s right to the ornate necklace that rested against her skin just above the swell of her breasts. Maybe Damon couldn’t use his vampire powers on Elena, but that didn’t mean he was completely powerless over her. “You’ve come to expect certain things from me, haven’t you? Well it’s time you understood two things that are as real as it gets: one, you have no idea what I’m really capable of and two, you really really want to find out.” His hands were still tugging and sliding fabric.

She thought back to their dance together, to their time in Georgia, to the nights she spent at the mansion, to how Damon had become her friend and then she remembered the horrible things he was capable of sometimes. Her lower lip trembled as she asked, “Are you going to hurt me?” It didn’t occur to her that it would be anything else even though her shirt was off her shoulders and she felt cold. Elena shut her eyes. No, he didn’t want to hurt her. When she opened them, she glared at him. “So, you want to kiss me? Do it, Damon. You’re the one who really wants to find out.”

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most_dangerous
2010-09-16 11:18 pm UTC (link)

“Well,” Damon drawled, “you’ve got me there. Just like I’ve got you... here...” In less than an eyeblink, Damon closed the gap between him and Elena, crushing his mouth against hers again. This kiss wasn’t as desperate as the first. It was demanding, almost violent. And while he forced Elena’s lips apart with his tongue, Damon pressed his body against hers, too close and too tight for her to do anything but squirm and struggle. Too close for her to miss the bulge in his tailored black pants pressing against her.

Elena would have gasped if she’d been given the chance to breathe at all. Instead, she felt how hard Damon was against her - his entire body, lips, arms and lower. She couldn’t move her head away but as he practically forced her to kiss him back, Elena tried to think about Stefan. It didn’t work; in her mind it turned into the dream she’d had of Damon in bed with her and her legs began to buckle. Why was she feeling like this? Damon was wrong, she knew it. It didn’t stop the sounds from her throat as he kissed her, though.

Tilting his head back, Damon kept Elena’s lower lip between his teeth for just a moment before ending the kiss completely. “There it is,” he said, voice low and quiet, “way, way down in there.” Damon’s eyes slid over Elena’s body again. “And it seems like it’s going to take some drastic measures to wake it up.” In his head, Damon laughed. Good girl Elena could protest all she wanted that she was nothing like Katherine., but he knew better. There was something dark and wild that only he knew how to touch. And Damon was drunk, upset and getting very impatient about the whole process, so with a burst of speed, he hauled Elena across the room, threw her onto her bed and stretched out above her.

“Wha--?” Elena didn’t have time to think as she was tossed onto her bed with Damon pinning her down. She finally was able to take a deep breath, though, and licked her bruised lips from the kiss. “You’re just drunk, Damon, you...” She couldn’t talk, couldn’t think... Elena barely had enough time to gasp before trying to move from underneath Damon, but each time she did it simply put her body in closer contact with his. “Stop,” she whispered quietly, trying to tell herself over and over that the feelings she had right then were from fear and not from excitement.

“Stop lying.” Damon slammed his palms down on either side of Elena’s body, shaking the bed underneath them. “Stop lying!” He could actually hear the wavering in his own voice, the sound of desperation and pleading. If Katherine could have heard him right then, the bitch would never have stopped laughing, and that thought only served to spur Damon on. “The only things that matter in this world are what you want and whether or not you have the power to take it.” His eyes were intense enough to hurt. “I know what I want,” said Damon, leaving no question as to what that was. “So I’m taking it.” Curling his fingers around the pulled-down edges of Elena’s blouse, Damon tore it down the middle.

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notkatherine
2010-09-16 11:24 pm UTC (link)

She did yell a little when Damon shook the bed, and Elena knew she was finally frightened of him in the way that she never had been before. Once her blouse was undone and it left her white lace bra exposed, Elena tried to move her arms to push him away but ended up just touching Damon’s chest. She froze at the touch of him, even through the black shirt, and her hips moved upward a little. Lips quivering, Elena looked up at Damon with confusion in her eyes. She only asked one thing -- “Don’t... don’t kill me.”

It was probably the only thing Elena could have said that had the punch to tear Damon’s attention away from devouring the sight of her-- a white lace bra, where Katherine’s had been black as if the universe planned these things just to torture him-- as he pulled away her blouse. His eyes went wide. “What?! Are you-- I couldn’t--” Squeezing his eyes shut, Damon willed away the weakness. “I have no want or reason to kill you, Elena. That should be pretty damn obvious by now.” Moving vampire fast again, Damon rose up just long and high enough to pull away his own shirt. “And since I’m not going to kill you, I’m going to do the other thing I”m good at.” Damon descended again, capturing Elena’s mouth and pushing her legs apart to settle himself between them.

Her eyes immediately went to his chest, just like the time she had seen him drunk before and had to help Damon button his shirt. Elena wanted to touch it for some reason but simply took another breath when she realized exactly what Damon was going to do... or rather, what he wanted. It was what he’d always wanted from her. She moaned as he kissed her and Elena tried to stiffen her body but her lips softened while her hips felt how hard he was. This was nothing like any of the times she had slept with Stefan. It hurt, it wasn’t “sweet”, and Elena somehow didn’t care as she tentatively began kissing him back, giving Damon exactly what he’d thought he already had.

Damon was sorely tempted to crow in satisfaction. There were a lot of things that Damon Salvatore was, but patient was not on that list, not when it came to things he really wanted and particularly when it came to women. Even before Katherine had turned him, women had fallen at Damon’s feet. For Elena to be so obviously-- at least to Damon-- attracted to him and never act on it was excruciating. But now there was acting. Lots of acting. Damon brought up a hand and tilted Elena’s chin up, giving him access to her throat. His mouth descended, but the only thing that touched the taut, smooth skin were his lips and tongue. Damon’s other hand made short work of Elena’s bra and soon he was cupping her firm, round breast in his palm.

She stayed still as his lips touched her throat, wondering if Damon was going to bite her, but when the softness continued mixed with teeth instead of fangs, she arched her back and chewed her lower lip to try and stay quiet. It didn’t work very well, especially once Damon started playing with her breast. Elena gasped and shook her head a little as if that would stop him. “Shouldn’t... Damon...” Elena moaned loudly and she blushed at the sound of her voice while her legs spread wider, then one hand touched his bare shoulder and Elena knew Damon was at least partly right about lying.

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most_dangerous
2010-09-16 11:27 pm UTC (link)

“Shouldn’t,” Damon repeated, letting his mouth start descending from Elena’s neck (giving that damned vervain necklace plenty of space). “Yeah, I suppose we shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be putting your nipple in my mouth...” Which Damon promptly bent his head and did. “Shouldn’t be reaching down to start undoing your pants...” Which Damon also began to do, his fingers deftly undoing Elena’s belt, popping the top button open, and drawing down the short zipper. “Shouldn’t be telling you to get used to the fact that I’m going to fuck you tonight because I want to, and to the fact that you want me to.”

Elena whispered, “No,” at Damon’s last words but her body was reacting in the completely opposite way. She felt warm and wet, and part of her was a little taken aback at Damon’s choice of words. After all, everything with Stefan had been “making love” and rather sweet. Her hands were tangled in Damon’s hair, keeping his mouth on her breast as she gasped for air. “But... I... love Stef--- oh God, Damon,” Elena managed to get out, partly hating herself for betraying her boyfriend like this and partly because she felt just like Katherine right then.

He growled. “You say that because you know you’re supposed to. Because even being a bloodsucker, he’s a fucking safe bet.” Damon smiled, feral and hungry before putting his mouth back on Elena’s skin and moving his way down her stomach. “But safe is not what it’s all about, Elena. Love is messy... it’s dangerous... wild... uncontrollable.” He stopped his kisses just above the open vee of her pants that revealed Elena’s matching white lace panties. “I’m going to strip you now,” Damon told her, the confidence in his voice clearly saying he thought every word was inevitable, “and then lick you until you come screaming.”

Wild was how she’d felt with Damon in Georgia, back like she was the girl everyone had known. She never felt wild with Stefan; she felt safe. She’d felt safe with Matt, too. Still, Elena was hating that Damon could just do this to her, take her like this and her body seemed to respond the way he wanted it to. “I hate you,” she told him before moaning as her back arched toward his mouth, waiting for his lips to touch her and make her come.

Damon’s smile was as sly as it had ever been as he drew Elena’s pants down her legs. “You know, someone once pointed out to me that a whole lot more stories start that way than boy-meets-girl, girl-likes-boy.” There was bitter moment when the memory recalled just who had passed that idea on to Damon, but it vanished as he set to the task of finishing his work. As he hooked his thumbs under the strings of Elena’s panties, Damon couldn’t help but notice that he was no longer holding her down. The last piece of lingerie was peeled back and Damon sighed. “Better hang on to the covers. You’ll need it.” A blur of motion and Damon’s mouth descended onto Elena’s pussy.

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notkatherine
2010-09-16 11:32 pm UTC (link)

She’d seen how fast Damon or Stefan could be as vampires, but it was always in terms of running.. never in terms of sex. And certainly Stefan had never tried to be with Elena like this before. She screamed and held onto the covers out of fear that she was going to somehow fall off the bed. Damon’s tongue was hard and fast and a little hurtful, but she didn’t want him to stop. Not now. She would have said his name if she could have said much of anything at all right then. Instead, Elena blinked the tears from her eyes - not out of anger or sadness but more from Damon himself - and bucked on the bed, thrashing underneath him. She was ready to come almost immediately but her head was swimming and as she drew a deep breath, she crossed her legs around Damon to hold him in place, ready to come just like he’d promised her.

Elena tasted pretty damn amazing. He’d had a lot of women in all his years, so Damon pretty much considered himself an expert on the subject. It was the reactions, too, that were lighting the fire inside of him. Tongue moving all over her folds and deep into her entrance, he was giving Elena a fast crash course in the benefits of sleeping with a vampire, and it was obvious she was loving every second of it. When her thighs clamped around his head, Damon knew he had her on the edge. Grasping Elena’s hips, Damon drove his tongue into her pussy, extending his fangs just enough that they grazed the sensitive lips before retracting them.

“Damon!” She felt fangs, not teeth, on her and Elena screamed his name half in shock and half because it was the last little thing that she needed to come. She felt herself nearly explode as she came, warm and wet and fast with part of her really loving the dangerous side that apparently only Damon could bring. She hated feeling like this, and she loved it. Same thing went for how she felt about Damon right then, but Elena blinked back tears as she panted herself from the high he’d given her, waiting to see what he was going to take - or just do to her next with some sort of satisfied grin on his face, she was sure. “Why... why bother making me come if all you want is to fuck me?” Because he loved her, she knew deep down, but right then Elena was thoroughly confused and pretty much at his mercy.

He stood, surveying the beautifully demolished young woman sprawled on the bed before him, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand exactly the way he would after drinking blood. Reaching down, Damon unbuckled his belt and unzipped his own, closely fitted jeans. “I never said all I want is to fuck you-- and kudos to you for breaking out the dirty talk-- but I do want you to admit what we both know is there and if giving you the deluxe package treatment is part of that, okay.” He tugged off the pants, letting his painfully hard cock finally spring free. “Besides,” Damon drawled, “having your pussy soaking wet will make this so much easier.” Another blur and Damon was on top of her, driving his cock into her with one push.

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most_dangerous
2010-09-17 07:44 pm UTC (link)

Elena couldn’t help but stare at Damon once he was undressed completely. She licked her lips and tried to think of something to say back to him, but all she could think of was, “Fuck you, Damon,” which only served to strengthen his remarks about her. Elena wasn’t able to do much else but scream in the next few seconds as she felt his cock fill her up fast, hard, long, violent... everything that was essentially so Damon and not like Stefan at all. She cried and held onto his body anyway, shaking underneath him. Elena wanted to deny everything he was saying but laying naked on her bed, clutching at Damon as she screamed his name made her realize he was right all along.

If he tried to claim that in the first few seconds-- when he could watch Elena’s expression turn from surprise to pain to pleasure, could hear the animal noise that turned into her screaming his name, could feel that first clench of her body around his length-- he didn’t feel fucking invincible, Damon would have been lying. He stayed still for a few more seconds, letting his head spin with the sensation of being inside of Elena at last before moving. When he did move, it was with long, hard and fast strokes. There was no tenderness tonight. Not much more than guttural moans and grunts made it past Damon’s own lips while he shook the bed with every thrust.

Her arms ended up above her as she held onto the bedframe simply because Elena was concerned that with the way Damon was fucking her -- and really that was the only way to describe what he was doing -- she was going to fall off somehow. The small amount of time he took before he started moving had allowed her to breathe at least. But her whole body hurt and suddenly, Elena was longing for the fumbling, soft kiss that Damon had given her earlier. He wasn’t going to let her have one she knew. Not now. Not after she’d told him she wanted Stefan... “God, Damon...” Elena was crying and her body was ready to come again while she turned her head to the side, unconsciously exposing her neck.

Damon knew what he was doing. He knew that he was taking Elena, fucking her with a selfish fervor, a far cry from the desperation he’d had when first coming to her room. Maybe part of him wanted to punish Elena for bringing that side out of him, for forcing his emotions and humanity closer to the surface. And more than that, this time Damon wanted to have the thing that he truly desired. Katherine had chosen Stefan, was still choosing Stefan. Elena had tried to do the same but Damon could see better than anyone what was really there. So there he was, screwing her until he was sure she’d never forget what Damon knew she really wanted. He watched her bare her neck to him, an animal gesture of surrender and submission. Damon leaned down and drew his tongue along her throat, tracing Elena’s pulse. “Not tonight,” he growled, still thrusting hard into her, “but one day, you’ll beg me to.”

She hadn’t realized what she’d done until Damon told her she’d beg for it, which only made her cry even more. Of course, it didn’t stop her body from trying to meet Damon’s thrusts which was practically impossible considering how fast and hard he was moving. “Please... Damon,” she begged not really knowing if she was begging for the Damon that she’d first seen in her room or for the Damon who was fucking her right then. Maybe both, she thought to herself. It didn’t matter because Elena was the one who had pointed out that there was “something” between the two of them first, not Damon. She shivered at the wet lick on her neck and turned her head back to face him, gasping for air as she moved her legs a little bit closer together. Wide innocent eyes full of fear looked at Damon as Elena started to come again, mouth open... and as Elena kept coming while Damon hurt her pussy, she knew her eyes had changed a little. “Damon,” she whispered to him, a little breathy this time with longing that she’d never shown to him before, giving herself over completely with a small smile on her face as she held onto the bed tighter.

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notkatherine
2010-09-17 11:50 pm UTC (link)

When she said “please”, the word hit Damon like a blow to the head and when Elena came again, it sent him completely reeling. Sensation raced through his body, fire and ice and electricity all at once, all of it pouring out of Elena and into him. He bent down to kiss the salty trails of tears on her cheeks, wondering just what it was forcing them out of the girl. It was probably part pain-- he wasn’t pounding his hips like he would with another vampire, but it was close. But more than that he could feel Elena sort of breaking inside as he forced her to admit with her body what he’d always known. The look she gave him, though, was one Damon could not have predicted. There was a confidence and a surety in her eyes, even shining with tears. “Elena,” he answered hoarsely, then buried his face against her neck, feeling the pounding of her pulse against his lips.

Suddenly even though he was still “taking” her, something had changed in both Elena and Damon. The way he said her name made her smile more as she nodded her head at him, accepting finally what she hadn’t wanted to admit. Her arms left the bedframe and as she blinked away the last of her tears, her fingers found themselves in Damon’s hair, and Elena forgot about Stefan as she relived the way Damon had kissed away her tears. Her hips moved against Damon’s as much as she could and the feel of his lips on her neck sent shivers through her body. “Damon... I...” Care about you, was what she’d told him before and what she’d believed to herself to be true. This time, she said, “I... love you.” Elena started crying again as she held his mouth to her neck. “But I’m not... Katherine, don’t... don’t make me be Katherine, please, I...” She was confused again, worried that maybe he was thinking of her as a substitute for the woman he’d loved for 150 years when deep down, Elena knew the truth. Of course, by saying it aloud, who knew what sort of reaction Damon would have?

Damon was drowning himself in Elena-- in the taste of her skin and tears and sweat, in the sound of her breath and moans and the blood flowing through her veins, in the way she was holding him now, pulling him to her, moving to meet his thrusts until he was buried inside of her with every roll of their bodies. There had been no doubt in Damon’s mind that when he’d first pushed Elena against the wall of her bedroom, he might well have been ready and willing to simply rape her. But this? This was more satisfying than turning her. And when she said she loved him, Damon knew he’d won. Finally, someone loved him. And then the world turned on its side. “What?! I’m finished with her-- I’ll kill her--” Damon wanted to scream. “I don’t care who you look like, I want you,” he said, almost roaring the words. He rose from the bed, cock slipping wetly out of Elena’s pussy just long enough for him to turn her over onto her stomach. Damon entered her from behind, his body stretched out flat atop hers, even more of his flesh against hers. Sheathed in her again and with his mouth an inch from Elena’s ear, he couldn’t help but feel the anger subside-- he might not be facing Elena, but he was just as close to her.

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most_dangerous
2010-09-20 07:25 pm UTC (link)

Elena was a little frightened by the anger in Damon’s voice at first, and then even moreso when he pulled out of her. She almost reached for him to come back to her, but then she felt herself turned around until she couldn’t even face Damon anymore and groaned as his cock filled her again but harder somehow. Deeper. She clutched her pillows tightly because she had never had sex this way before -- everything before had always been very simple and pretty straightforward. Of course leave it to Damon to know every trick in the book, and to try them out on her on their first time. Elena bit her lower lip, then finally gasped for breath, sobbing. “I... want you. I want you too,” she told him, a little muffled by the pillows as her body tensed and then went still for a moment. How could Damon’s breath feel warm near her ear? She tried to move her head so she could see Damon, but maybe that wasn’t what he wanted, Elena thought. She gulped and held her breath as her pussy seemed to get wetter, her entire body trying to touch all of Damon’s. How had he turned her whole world upside down so easily? “Please... Damon... don’t stop.”

“Never stopping,” Damon swore, scattering kisses all over Elena’s shoulders and neck. It was one of his favorite positions to have sex in, truth be told, because it let him feel so much of a human woman’s body heat all at once. He ground his hips down and against Elena’s ass, sliding deep inside of her and hitting spots he was sure the girl didn’t even know she had. And more than that, Damon could feel how much she wanted him, trying to get more of his cock, trying to give him more of her pussy even though in this position she was pretty much helpless. Between that and the way she’d said the words, Damon was about as close to heaven as he figured a vampire was ever going to get. Naturally, once that thought came to mind, Damon started to feel the pressure building behind his cock. He leaned down to Elena’s ear again. “Come with me,” he whispered roughly.

She wasn’t sure Damon understood what she meant by “don’t stop”, but the kisses on her body helped ease any leftover fears Elena might have had. Her head tilted backwards, unable to move any other part of her body pretty much, and she whimpered at his words. “I... I can’t, I....” What was Damon doing to her? He wanted to prove she was a liar and he had, only now with the way his cock was hitting her pussy Elena wondered what else he wanted exactly. It was all too much and she shook her head once, but right after that as she felt Damon thrust into her pussy it was like he’d hit some new spot she didn’t know existed and she cried out, clutching her pillow as she came sobbing, her entire body shaking as much as possible considering that Damon was keeping her from moving. Huge gasping breaths, tears running down her cheeks, and Elena knew she could never stay away from Damon anymore. He wouldn’t let her...

When Elena said “can’t” the reaction in his mind was there and Damon was about to say the words out loud: that wasn’t a request, but just as he’d wanted her body complied anyway. Damon felt her pussy clench down around him, pulsing with the orgasm as the rest of her body shook underneath his. The pressure and the sudden gush of wetness triggered Damon’s own climax. With a tight groan, he exploded. Damon’s body arched like a bow, muscles tensing. In two or three hard shudders, he flooded Elena before collapsing on top of her. Damon kissed her shoulder, knowing that he’d not only gotten her to admit her feelings for him, he’d left a kind of mark on Elena’s body that would never go away. No man would ever do to her what he had, and Elena would always find herself comparing and unsatisfied with anyone else. He couldn’t have planned it better, and maybe later on he’d lie and said he had.

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notkatherine
2010-09-20 08:08 pm UTC (link)

Elena couldn’t move with the way Damon had landed on her back, not that she could move much before. Still, her body was sore and sensitive, and her mind was reeling from her admission of her feelings for Damon. She turned her face to the side of the pillow so she wasn’t smothered by it and tried to calm down. “I can’t hurt him, Damon. I can’t... I don’t want to be Katherine, playing games with you both.” How she was able to try and have a conversation with Damon with his cock still inside of her pussy and his body keeping her hostage was beyond her. “This will hurt him and it will be all my fault.”

Frowning Damon pressed his forehead to Elena’s skin for a moment. His brother had been the last thing on his mind once things had exploded between him and Elena. Sliding one arm underneath Elena and holding her with his free hand, Damon turned them both, managing to finish the movement with them both laying on their sides, Damon spooned behind her and still inside of Elena. “He won’t blame you. He’ll blame me. He’ll hate me. But that’s okay. I’m used to it.” Damon rested his chin on her shoulder, settling in even tighter. “It’s worth it to know I have you. Worth it to know you’re mine.” The tone of his words and the strength of the arms circling Elena were his message to her, letting Elena know he wasn’t having any argument to that statement. Damon was certain she understood.

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