I know we're all feeling the absence of TVD until it returns this fall so here is some fan fiction I had wrote a little while ago. I have it postato also on a fan Fiction website. I hope te all enjoy it.
WARNING: Adult content in some of the later chapters.
It was quiet in his room after Elena had left him. He had hoped she would’ve dato him a reaction, any reaction, even a smile, something, after he had told her he’d always choose her. Obviously, he didn’t expect an outpouring of love, but even a small hug o a baciare on the cheek would’ve been better than a curt nod and a quick “Good night,” but, no; nothing.
It had been his idea to get Stefan on board with signing over their house to her in order to protect her and even then she gave him a hard time da almost not allowing him entrance. In that, she was very much like her doppelganger.
Angrily, he threw a book at the bacheca and knocked a frame off the bacheca sending it clattering to the floor. Damn it all! He noticed she certainly had no problems slapping him though. He went over it in his head the countless times she slapped him. She seemed to Amore to hit him o touch him in some way.
He headed downstairs for più bourbon and found himself pinned up against the bacheca da an angry Elijah.
“You think your little cena party stunt to kill me is going to go unnoticed?” He hissed at Damon.
Damon noticed a stunned Elena standing a few feet away from them.
“Gee, Elena, as if my life wasn’t fucked up already, te just go ahead and make it that much worse. Very thorough,” he detto scathingly to her.
Elijah gave Damon a hard punch, punzone to his stomach which doubled him over. This surprised him because he expected his cuore to be torn out, no, wait, Elena already did that.
“No, if not for Elena’s obvious affection for te and wanting te around, you’d have been surely dead da now. On the other hand, I have to say I admire your balls to do something like that,” Elijah detto before heading off into the study.
Elena went up to Damon to help him up but he shot her a look that would surely freeze fuoco so she backed up.
“Damon, I’m sorry, but he’s one of our best options in defeating Klaus.”
“Why don’t I just hand te a stake and make it a whole lot easier for you, Elena?” He detto coldly as he brushed past her to head in for a glass of bourbon.
He walked in to see Elijah holding one out to him while drinking his own. “Thanks,” he detto and then took a sede, sedile on the couch.
Stefan came in with Elena and a look of horror took over his face when he saw Elijah drinking with Damon.
“What’s going on? I thought he…,” he started.
“Ah, yes, te did kill me but Elena saw to it that I, shall we say, came back from the dead,” Elijah detto coolly.
Stefan looked to Damon who gave a small shrug and took a swig of his bourbon.
“Well, the gang’s all here, so I guess that’s my cue to leave since I know I’m not going to be on anyone’s save lista when this is all detto and done,” Damon quipped and got up taking the bottle with him and left.
“Did I miss something?” Stefan asked.
“Just Damon being Damon,” Elena detto irritably.
Elijah watched the scene with a slightly bemused expression on his face and said, “It almost feels like déjà vu to me, with the exception of someone’s deceptive duplicity.”
They looked at him, confused, but didn’t bother to ask. Elena couldn’t help but feel a little bad at her behavior towards Damon. Despite what he thought were his best efforts to help, he always managed to do something to upset her, but she knew he means well. So she went up to his room.
She went in his room to find him sitting on his letto reading. He also pointedly seemed to be ignoring her.
“Don’t te knock? Oh, wait, I guess being the owner of this house now gives te the right to be rude,” he snapped.
“Look, Damon, I’m sorry. What did te expect from Elijah? te and Alaric conspired to kill him and Alaric did.”
“I’m not thinking about his reaction. His reaction is understandable. It’s te I don’t get,” he said; his eyes boring into hers. Feeling a little uncomfortable, she broke his stare.
“I don’t know what te mean,” she said.
“Now, that I don’t believe. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m trying to read, so get lost,” he detto dismissively.
Getting angry, she rounded on him and tried to give him a slap but he anticipated it and grabbed a hold of her hands, switching their positions which landed her flat on her back in the middle of his letto with him firmly on top.
She let out a little gasp feeling his body pressing firmly against hers especially his groin which she felt was hard as iron against her thigh.
“I think te like hitting me too much. One might think you’re into S&M. Are you, Elena? Do te like spanking people? Do te like spanking Stefan and telling him he’s been a bad boy o is it te who secretly likes being spanked?” he detto huskily near her ear.
Heat flushed to her face and she struggled against him but his hands held her wrists trapped like iron cuffs.
“Let go of me, Damon!” she hissed.
“Make me,” he challenged as he brought his mouth to her throat to trail gentle kisses along her throbbing artery.
She squirmed più vigorously and adding to her further embarrassment, she got him più aroused da her struggle if his moan was an indicator.
“Damon, please,” she pleaded.
He ignored her and instead decided to slide in between her legs and rub his eager groin against her. She let out a gasp of surprise which turned to a soft moan. He could sense her arousal and it got him only hotter.
As much as Elena wanted to be angry with Damon she couldn’t deny the lust he was sparking in her as she felt his hardness pressed very intimately against her. ‘God, what it would feel like to be skin to skin with him,’ she thought.
He trailed his mouth along her throat, to her jaw and gently nibbled at her lips. He was torturing her and knew it. She moaned softly bringing her groin up against his, grinding against him. Then she turned her face abruptly which forced his mouth against hers and she tentatively snaked her tongue out gently to trace his mouth. He didn’t give in to her right away and knew it was infuriating her because he could feel her avvolgere her legs around his hips demandingly as she ground herself shamelessly against him.
“Damon, please…,” she moaned.
“Please, what, Elena?” he mused.
She growled and brought her hips sharply into his making him groan. He was so hard right now it felt like he would burst but he wasn’t going to make this easy for her. Payback was a bitch. He let her hands free and surprisingly she didn’t sposta to slap him. Instead she grabbed hold of his hips and pressed him più firmly against her. He chuckled. He knew she was wet for him now but this was più fun, making her wait.
“Uh, am I interrupting anything? I seem to need a room and Stefan has just left to see the witch, Bonnie, I believe.” They heard Elijah say behind them.
‘Damn! It! All!’ Damon thought. They both groaned in frustration and fell apart. When they turned to look at Elijah they saw that he looked vastly amused.
“I see this is what te might say is awkward,” Elijah said.
“Yes, and your timing, impeccable,” Damon muttered.