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Damon Salvatore likes holding hands. (manwithareason) wrote in expresslogs,
@ 2012-05-06 00:27:00

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{damon salvatore, {elena gilbert

WHO: Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert
WHEN: Saturday evening
WHERE: Elena's cabin
WHAT: Truce
RATING: Hey, whaddyouknow! It got high!
STATUS: Closed | Complete

Damon was honestly very confused. Everything Elena had said made it sound like she wanted him to feed from her, and not just that once like he had thought. Still, when he'd asked her directly about it, she'd said she didn't want to be bitten again. He'd thought, when she'd mentioned eating pirates, that that was where her poutiness was coming from - she thought he'd snuck off on his own to commit a few murders while she couldn't complain - but, firstly, he hadn't killed anyone, just made sure he was well fed so he wouldn't get as weak as he had been before, and, secondly, that didn't seem to be her issue either. If he didn't know better, he'd say she was jealous of the pirates for acting as his source of food.

Well, whatever was bugging her, he'd had enough of it. He wasn't stuck on a train with the woman he loved, and no brother to interfere, just to have her ignore him for something he didn't even know he'd done wrong. He wanted to go back to how it was before Tortuga, before he'd kissed her again, when she'd hang out in his room during the day and sometimes even stay there beside him at night. It had been a little awkward, mainly because Damon spent the whole time trying to resist jumping her bones, but it had been much, much better than this.

His face smooth and unreadable, Damon stopped outside Elena's door and lifted his hand to knock. He'd been to her room a couple of times in the past two weeks, but mostly they'd just stayed at his end of the train. Still, if he needed to go and see her to get this... whatever it was sorted out, so be it. "I come in peace," he called through the door, trying to hold back on the mocking tone that would usually be in his voice.

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manwithareason
2012-05-07 01:15 am UTC (link)

Did she try to irritate him? It certainly seemed like that was the case! He could feel his temper getting away from him, even though he was desperately trying to keep calm. Was she really so blind that she couldn't see how much effort he had put into... well, everything?! Ever since he'd met her, she'd been trying to change him and, for the most part, he'd just gone along with it, like some stupid, lovesick puppy-dog. Even here, he'd done everything in his power to make sure she was safe and happy. Yet all she did in return was treat him like a monster for keeping himself alive. Maybe she would have preferred him to eat bunnies and squirrels like his brother but Stefan was a piss-poor excuse for a vampire and Damon would not live for eternity pretending he was something he wasn't! If she wanted him in her life, she'd damn well have to accept what he was and get over her stupid obsession with the morality of blood.

A snarl emanated from Damon's throat as he glared down at her, anger bubbling through him as though his veins were full of molten lava instead of the borrowed blood of pirates. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Damon lunged for her, his fangs slicing through his gums as he moved at lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, he had knocked her to the side and had her pinned to the bed by her shoulders, his vampire face just inches from her. He could feel her warm breath on his skin but even being close to her like this wasn't cooling down his temper this time. She had pushed him and pushed him and pushed him and he had just sat back and taken it. But not this time. He needed her to see that he wasn't just some tame pet for her to parade around and praise when she thought he deserved it. He was Damon Salvatore and, although he loved her with everything he was and had, he was dangerous.

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beautyofthedark
2012-05-07 01:57 am UTC (link)

Elena let out a gasp as he pushed her back on the bed, showing his dominant vampire side to her as he took control of things. She was just a human and he was...more than a century and a half older. He could devour her whole and she wouldn't be able to fight him or anything...but Elena found she also...liked the danger, biting her bottom lip and flushing. No! It wasn't right, but she was held down by him, his prey, wriggling and whimpering like a wounded animal. "Damon...?" Would he really...bite her again?

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manwithareason
2012-05-07 02:20 am UTC (link)

Elena was struggling and making little sounds of protest but, as he studied her face through eyes surrounded by red, throbbing veins, he could have sworn that her heart wasn't really in it. True, he was so much stronger than her that he could easily hold her down without even really noticing the effort, but there was something about the way she was pushing against his hands on her shoulders that told him she didn't really want to break free. He'd held Elena back before, when she'd been really trying to fight him off, and this wasn't like that at all. Her cheeks were flushed and, as she pressed her teeth into her plump lower lip, his eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the spot.

Before he'd really had time to consider his options, he was crushing his mouth to those lips, his teeth still sharp and deadly in his gums. If he hadn't kissed her right then, he might have been tempted to kill her. She stirred such deep and unsettling emotions within him that he never knew exactly where he was with her. He wanted her so much that it consumed him every day, from the moment he woke with her on his mind to the moment he drifted off to sleep, only to be plagued with dreams of her golden skin and daring smile as she ran from him - so close but always out of reach. She had pushed him to the very limits of emotion, both good and bad, and he could feel himself fraying around the edges, not sure whether he even really knew himself any more. What he did know, his lips rough but full of hunger and passion against hers, was that this girl - this special, magical, infuriating girl - would be the one to decide his fate, one way or the other, for better or worse. And, as he kissed her with everything he had in him, his fangs tearing into the soft flesh of the insides of his lips without him caring or even noticing, he knew that he would fight until his last breath for her, even if she drove him mad in the process.

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beautyofthedark
2012-05-08 02:54 am UTC (link)

Elena didn't understand how he could be ready to eat her one second and then be kissing her the next, moving his lips hungrily against her own even with his sharp fangs. Okay, and she had a moment of weakness and ended up kissing him back with a soft whimper, letting her hands slide down his chest and sides to his waist, taking hold of his hips firmly in her grip and squeezing like she was reassuring him. She didn't mean to come off that way, but it was unfortunate that Damon sometimes loved to read into things.

Tasting his blood, sharp and coppery tasting on her tongue was a strange experience for Elena, but it was becoming familiar to drink vampire blood, unfortunately. She whimpered softly, letting her tongue skate out between his canines, finding more warmth in the cavern, making her shudder. Her hands moved down further at the same time and Elena felt herself touching the waistband of his dark jeans below his designer shirt, fingertips soon skating against cool flesh.

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manwithareason
2012-05-08 03:08 am UTC (link)

Damon groaned against her mouth as he felt her hands moving down over the fabric of his shirt. She really knew exactly what buttons to push to send him into a frenzy and part of him hated that she had so much power over him. He wanted her, so much, in every way possible and the way she was squeezing his waist then exploring the skin exposed at his stomach with her soft fingertips had him almost dizzy with desire.

He was still pinning her to the bed but, as he kissed her harder, spurred on by her reciprocation, he let one hand slide down her side, following the gorgeous curves of her body, until he reached her hip and he could push her tank top up. If she was allowed to touch his stomach, he was damn well going to touch hers! There was still anger in him, although a lot of it was being converted to passion, and he was determined not to let Elena one-up him. Not this time.

Damon let his tongue brush Elena's, his blood running down his throat and causing him to growl animalisticly. Part of him was tempted to just graze her tongue with his teeth - taste her blood instead of his - but he knew she wouldn't like that. Or maybe she would? He didn't know what the Hell Elena wanted these days and he had the suspicion that she wasn't any the wiser herself. Still, he forced himself to pull his tongue back from hers, his mouth moving to her jaw instead then onwards down the column of her throat.

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beautyofthedark
2012-05-08 03:26 am UTC (link)

Oh god, this wasn't good at all, the things he was doing to her, making her stomach flip flop in anticipation and want for the elder Salvatore. And that flip flopping quickly turned into pure arousal, her core tightening in need and then releasing, beginning to soak with juices she knew he would be able to smell. If Stefan could do it on animal blood, then Damon would have no problem on pirate, and that scared and embarrassed her. She tried fighting that feeling, but her body wouldn't listen, so she licked her lips and wriggled as Damon's lips sought out her neck.

"Oh," she moaned quietly, short nails scratching against his toned abs, outlining muscle beneath smooth, unblemished flesh. Elena bit down on her tongue when she had the urge to call his name--no, he wasn't going to win that, not like this.

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manwithareason
2012-05-08 04:08 am UTC (link)

Damon could tell that it wasn't just him getting turned on by this. He could smell the arousal all around her, hear it in the way she moaned as she ran her fingers over his skin. Roughly, fumbling blindly, he pushed his hand up under her tank top, his palm finding the soft curve of her breast beneath the fabric. God, he was really touching Elena. This was Elena.

Her pulse hammered through the skin of her throat as he covered the skin with kisses as hungry as they had been against her mouth, smearing her soft neck with his blood. The sound of her heartbeat filled his head, calling to him. He didn't know what he wanted more; to fuck her or to bite her. He wanted both pretty bad.

But he was sure she'd liked it when he'd bitten her wrist, sure that was why she'd reacted so strangely to him feeding on the pirates. He was a vampire and he was dangerous and that excited her, he just knew it! Well, if she wanted to be bitten so badly...

His fingertips raking the soft mount of her breast, catching on her quickly hardening nipple, Damon pulled his lips back against the skin of her throat, his fangs grazing her. He knew he wasn't exactly being gentle but that was as much her fault as his, for getting him so worked up, both with lust and anger. He didn't stop to think, didn't stop to wonder whether this was really a good idea or not. He didn't want to stop, not now. He couldn't. Her sweet, rich blood blossomed into his mouth as he sank his fangs into the artery in her neck and he moaned as the taste spread across his tongue. She was like a drug and he wanted more.

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beautyofthedark
2012-05-08 04:33 am UTC (link)

She could easily understand like this how so many women fell at Damon's feet in pleasure, how they could want to come back for more of this man over and over. He was...wow. Elena placed her hand over his own on her breast, shuddering with the hardening of her dark pink nipple against his thick fingers, feeling the cool metal of his ring against her skin, making her rise in goosebumps. He definitely wasn't Stefan and that was good. She didn't need to be reminded of her ex-boyfriend, not when she was trapped beneath his brother and eager for pleasure, core wet with need and lust.

She couldn't believe this was Damon, that she was letting him touch her intimately when they had just been yelling at each other moments ago. Was this real passion? Was this how it felt to be consumed completely? It felt like that to her as she groaned and moved her hands around to his ass, holding onto him with a tight grip as his lips moved over her skin.

She was on fire...and then there was a sharp pain and she cried out, his fangs buried in her neck. She should have known this would happen! But Damon had just ruined the moment between them. "Stop it," Elena cried out with a whimper, hands moving back to his chest to shove at him. "Damon! No! It hurts!" It wasn't gentle like the night they exchanged blood, pleasant and intimate. This was different.

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manwithareason
2012-05-08 04:55 am UTC (link)

Damon was so lost in the euphoria of the taste of Elena's blood that her shove came as a shock to him. He knew he hadn't exactly been gentle, not like he'd been the other night, but he hadn't torn into her flesh the way he might have done if he'd been attacking someone. He'd bitten countless women like this before and the stab of pain had only heightened their pleasure. Pain made you feel more acutely; feel everything more acutely. If only Elena would let herself enjoy it and really feel, rather than having it fixed in her mind that vampires were bad and biting was something that happened when a vampire was out of control. Couldn't she tell that, with her blood inside him, he could have given her the best night of her life? They could have spent the night in a blood-fueled, passion-filled paradise.

Damon pulled back from her neck just a little, his hand on her shoulder still holding her down. "Don't fight me, Elena," he begged, just wanting her to realise that it was okay to let herself enjoy this. His bloodstained lips brushed her neck again in more of a light kiss than anything else, no longer needing his fangs as the little puncture wounds were steadily oozing blood of their own accord.

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beautyofthedark
2012-05-08 05:09 am UTC (link)

She listened to him beg, felt the way his lips, soft and sinful, brushed her wounded, bleeding neck like a sweet apology...but it was too late. Pleasure was replaced by fear, though Elena wasn't sure if it was from Damon or the fact she was steadily letting go of Stefan, the man she had loved so long. Things had gone far enough tonight. It couldn't be fixed.

"No," she told him as firmly as she could in a trembling voice, pressing her cheek to the covers of her bed and letting her hands fall away from his body. "Leave, Damon. Please...just go...," she whispered, closing her brown eyes. If he loved her, he would leave, and there was no doubt how he felt about her, how he wanted to consume her.

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manwithareason
2012-05-08 05:24 am UTC (link)

Seriously? Seriously?! She was going to make him leave now, after the way she'd been touching him, after the way she'd let him touch her. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was really going to make him leave, his cock as hard as rock inside his jeans, her blood coursing through his veins like liquid energy? What the actual fuck?! Didn't she know what she was doing to him? He was going to leave feeling even worse than when he'd arrived when, just a few moments ago, he'd really believe that this was the night that she'd give in to her feelings and admit once and for all that she wanted him.

He pulled back from her neck, blood smeared around his mouth even though his face had returned to normal, staring down at her in disbelief. How could she be so cruel?!

With a growl, Damon roughly pushed himself off of her so he was standing glaring down at her. He wanted to swear and curse at her, call her names and hurt her with the cruelest words he knew, but even that wouldn't have made him feel better right now. She played with his heart and body as though he was just a toy to her. Fucking right she was descended from Katherine!

Unable to stay in the room with her any longer, scared he really would be tempted to hurt her if he did, Damon moved at vampire speed back towards the door to her room. In less than a second he was out in the train corridor, slamming the door shut with every ounce of strength he possessed. He heard the wood splinter behind him but he didn't care; the stupid train repaired itself anyway. He just wished his heart could do the same. A murderous look on his face, Damon stalked off down the corridor, lifting an arm to wipe the rest of the offending blood from his mouth and chin. He really hoped some stupid fool tried to cross him on his way back to his room. He wanted to rip something's throat out.

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beautyofthedark
2012-05-08 05:37 am UTC (link)

Elena trembled on the bed, unable to face Damon, to see how much she had hurt him this time around, her brown eyes wide and staring a hole into the wall of her cabin. She was horrible, so bad to him and yet Damon still came back again and again...though he might not this time. He had been so close to having her and she pushed him away instead of forgiving him for one little thing. But what was done was done and as she heard and felt him slam her door, she jumped and whimpered, clutching the sheets like it was for her life. The silence was even more deadening than the crack of wood had been and Elena couldn't bear to stop herself as tears came to her eyes and dripped down onto the sheets, heart beating in a panic.

There was no way to aplogize for tonight and she didn't have it in her to try.

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