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damon salvatore (not_the_one) wrote in themandalay,
@ 2017-11-13 22:08:00

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damon salvatore, elena gilbert

Who: Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert
What: Morning after
When: Backdated to after the halloween ball
Where: Elena's room
Rating: Low but talk of sex.

Damon wasn't sure how the Halloween ball was going to turn out. This version of Vegas had thrown so many weird things their way that he didn't know what to expect. Would the party be just that? Or would something happen like a zombie invasion or vampires showing up? Oh wait......

Damon hadn't been able to take his eyes off of Elena when she arrived and as the night progressed, he found himself feeling more and more like he was going backwards in time, almost as though he was becoming Rhett Butler, which was only fitting as that is who he had dressed up as.

He spent the evening and into the wee hours of the morning courting ~~Ms. Gilbert~~ Ms. O'hara and dancing the night away. When the party ended up breaking up, ~~Damon~~ Rhett, being the gentleman that he was, escorted Ms. O'hara to her room. When they arrived at the door of her room, he stole a kiss from her and that kiss snowballed into them taking the night into Elena's bedroom.

The next morning, Damon woke up, his head unusually foggy from what he presumed was the alcohol that he had consumed at the party. He stretched out and it was then that he realized that he was not in his own bed. Looking over, he saw Elena in the bed with him and by their states of undress, it was fairly clear what had happened the night before, the details of which were slowly starting to come back to him.

Damon turned on his side and he pushed a strand of Elena's hair from her face. She was beautiful even while she slept. They obviously had a lot to discuss but for right now he was going to enjoy the moment.

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_doppelganger_
2017-11-14 12:48 pm UTC (link)

The night before had been amazing. The party had been wonderful and seeing Damon's face when she walked in had been well worth the effort of the crinolines and corset. But at some point in the course of the evening, Elena found herself thinking more and more like Scarlett O'Hara. It was hard to pinpoint the exact moment but Caroline had made them all watch Gone with the Wind so many times that Elena nearly had the movie memorized.

At some point in the evening she'd told Damon that he was no gentleman and the smirk he gave her rivaled Clark Gable's. And then the kiss at the door... Even though she knew it was improper she couldn't help herself. They'd stumbled back into the room, clothes shed along the way, commencing a night of passion.

The soft touch of his hand against her skin was the first thing that penetrated the fog the next morning. With a soft moan, Elena shifted, one arm stretching out and coming to rest over his hip. That's when she fully realized that she wasn't alone.

Bleary eyes slid slowly open, taking in the man in bed beside her. "...Damon?" She questioned softly. Realization dawned over her features. Right. Things had happened. She scrambled to find something to say.

"...what time is it?" Not exactly what they needed to be talking about but less likely to hurt anyone's feelings than asking what had happened.

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not_the_one
2017-11-20 12:44 am UTC (link)

Damon watched as Elena stirred and her hand falling on his hip which made her realize that she wasn't alone in the bed. He didn't really have any answers. He knew that what happened the night before could cause complications and the conversation about it was imminent but he couldn't help but wish that things could stay the way they were right now.

Damon gave her a lazy smile before glancing over his shoulder to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. "It's a little before 10." He answered, his eyes training back on her. "Did you sleep well?"

He leaned down and kissed her forehead before moving to the edge of the bed, reaching down and putting his pants on. He wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with her but he couldn't be selfish right now. Elena's comfort was more important to him right now and even if they both had been under the influence of whatever happened at the party, he knew this had been a big step for her. Him too for that matter. "I'll wait out in the kitchen while you get dressed. Then we should....talk."

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_doppelganger_
2017-11-20 01:18 am UTC (link)

“I did,” Elena nodded. And it was true. Though last night had certainly not been planned she had slept amazingly well. At least until she realized that she wasn’t alone. Eyes slid shut a moment at the kiss, sliding open to watch him as he moved away.

Her gaze was full of questions, somewhat relieved that he wasn’t leaving completely. Damon was right. They did have a lot to discuss and it probably would be better if they did so fully dressed. “Alright,” Elena answered softly, waiting for him to exit before she sat up, rummaging for something to throw on.

She settled for the shirt he’d worn as Rhett Butler, shuffling out, arms wound herself. “Coffee?” If ever there was a discussion that needed caffeine this was it, after all. She didn’t wait for an answer, moving around the kitchen, gathering supplies.

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not_the_one
2017-11-30 01:47 am UTC (link)

Damon wasn't intending to leave. He didn't really want to have this talk but he would stick around for it. It was no lie that he had wanted this to happen for him and Elena but he hadn't planned on it happening this way. But it had and all he could hope for was that Elena wasn't angry with him or upset that it had happened.

Damon was in the kitchen, wearing only his pants. He was looking through the fridge to see what he could make for breakfast. When Elena came into the kitchen wearing his shirt, he straightened up and smiled, his eyes glancing her over head to toe as he though about how delectable she looked.

"Coffee is good." Damon took some eggs out of the fridge. "So..." He started, testing the waters. "Elena you have to know that I didn't plan for last night to happen the way it did. But I don't have regrets."

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_doppelganger_
2017-11-30 01:56 am UTC (link)

A nod, Elena flushing as she felt his gaze trail over every inch of her body. The heat in those eyes was incredibly intense. She was about to head for the coffee when he pulled the eggs out, beginning the inevitable conversation about the night before.

"I know," she nodded, twisting her hands as she moved forward, opting to lean against the counter and face him rather than turning away to focus on coffee. "I didn't plan it either. Whatever happened last night...it felt like we were Rhett and Scarlett come to life. Making the decisions they would have."

And then she seemed to realize how that came across. "I'm not saying I regret it either," she hastened to assure Damon. "Only that I didn't expect to take that step so soon."

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not_the_one
2017-11-30 04:19 am UTC (link)

Damon set the eggs down on the counter and leaned against it, relieved to hear that Elena also felt like she had been a different person the night before. His brow furrowed slightly in anger. He was mad at whoever was behind their abduction for continuing to use them as pawns in their games. Damon couldn't care less what happened to him but he wished he could get Elena out of here. "I felt that way too. I was thinking less and less like myself and more of Rhett. I should have known something was going to happen."

He looked at her as she told him that she didn't regret the night either but she didn't expect to take such a big step so fast. "I know and I know that what happened last night wouldn't have happened had we been in our right minds. Even if you did look amazing in that dress." He grinned.

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_doppelganger_
2017-11-30 12:33 pm UTC (link)

A smile flashed at that, Elena's head ducking a moment. "The look on your face when you saw me pretty much said it all," she teased. He'd looked awestruck. "But don't get too used to it. It was a pain." The corset and petticoats both.

Elena sobered at the thought of the next question. Or questions, as the case may be. "What does this mean? For us. We can't go back to what we were. Do we want to just...accept whatever happened? Do you want a girlfriend?"

And what if he didn't? Was she okay with just a one night stand?

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not_the_one
2017-11-30 04:42 pm UTC (link)

He had been awestruck when he had seen Elena enter the room in that dress. She had been a vision in that dress. "I don't know how you managed to walk in that thing. It looked like weighed twenty pounds." Unfortunately there wasn't much left of the dress from what the bedroom floor looked like. Damon in his impatience had opted to tear some of the material off of Elena.

At Elena's questions, Damon wished he had a drink. "We can't go back to how we were before." He looked at her. "I can't be selfish with you Elena. I have been in the past and I can't do that with you. You're too special to me. I will be whatever it is you want me to be. Your boyfriend or your friend. You're in control here."

Which was unnerving to Damon. He was used to manipulating things to get his way but he couldn't do that to her now.

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_doppelganger_
2017-11-30 05:07 pm UTC (link)

"At least," she nodded. "But it was worth it. I felt kind of like a princess." Especially with that look in his eyes.

That he was putting all of the power in her hands was overwhelming and Elena was certain that reflected in her gaze. But she took a deep breath, nodding.

"I don't think I want to just be friends. A one-night stand...it's not who I am, Damon. Even beyond that, you've done so much for me since we arrived her. You've looked after me and made sure I was safe. And I care about you, too. I want to try this out. A relationship with no weird costumes taking over our bodies. Just you and me."

Large brown eyes looked up at him, vulnerable, a bit worried that even if he had said it was her choice he wouldn't agree with it, questioning what his response would be.

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