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Elena Gilbert is a modern Helen of Troy. (beautyofthedark) wrote in expresslogs,
@ 2012-05-12 23:15:00

Current music:	'The Reason' Hoobastank; 'This is Beautiful' Tyrone Wells
Entry tags:	!plot, {damon salvatore, {elena gilbert

WHO: Elena & Damon
WHAT: Awkward morning after.
WHERE: Elena's room
WHEN: Sunday morning
RATING: High for shirtless hugging
STATUS: complete

Elena was dreaming...dreaming that she was surrounded in warmth, feeling so safe and protected in the arms of another. It was familiar to her, something she had felt time and time again, wrapped up in her lover and feeling his fingers sliding over her naked body, his lips on her face while her brown eyes remained closed, mouth turned up in a smile. He'd been gone, but they were back together now and that was all that mattered to Elena. She'd missed him and shs wanted to convey that, reaching out to blindly take his hand in her smaller one, feeling the cool metal and lapis of his ring. "You won't leave again, right," she heard herself ask with a happy giggle, cocking her head up for a sweet kiss before his reply. She felt inside like she was waiting for Stefan's deep voice...but it was Damon talking back as she opened her eyes, looking into his blue ones.

"Never. I love you, Elena."

She woke with a deep breath, brown eyes flickering in the dark of the room while she listened to the sounds of the train she had been stuck on for...three weeks now. She was pretty sure it had been that long. She was getting comfortable with it...like she was with this very warm...fleshy pillow her head was on...

...Oh god. Oh fuck.

Now she remembered. Her and Damon. There had been singing--a duet--and then kissing, and then...sex. Amazing sex. ...Damnit, this was Damon! Her ex's elder brother and she had slept with him without even thinking! And now they were naked underneath the sheets, Elena's thighs sticky with dried semen. Okay, just pull back slowly, don't get caught staring like you love to...move...move... She ever so carefully pulled her head up from his chest and looked away, sitting up in bed...or attempting to without waking the vampire that was sharing it with her. Knowing her luck he would be awake in an instant. Couldn't she just make her escape first!?

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manwithareason
2012-05-14 12:53 am UTC (link)

Damon's eyebrows rose slightly, the smirk still plastered on his lips. It wasn't much of a secret really - most women he'd ever met had liked oral - but she seemed so embarrassed by it that he couldn't help but find it adorable. He lifted his hand from her ass, trailing his fingers up her back until he reached her hair and he could pull the long, chocolate strands away from her neck. With the smooth, soft skin exposed to him, he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, the way she was doing to him on the other side. His lips, however, formed a soft pout and he delicately kissed a little line up to her ear. "You're lucky I have a sinful tongue, then," he whispered, only just loud enough for her to hear, before lapping teasingly at her earlobe as though to prove his point. God, he was so aroused right now. She might like oral but, if she kept turning him on like this, he'd just keep snapping and needing to have sex with her before they ever got that far into foreplay.

Still, Damon knew, from recalled accounts, that morning oral was the best and he thought he could just about resist fucking her for long enough to show her what he could do. She'd chosen him, after all; the least he could do was show her it was worth it. A grin on his lips, Damon rolled her over onto her back, still staying close to her for the time being, not quite ready to give up the tight, hot, wet space his cock was occupying between her legs.

His mouth was still at her ear and he let his tongue run over her soft, fleshy lobe once again before sucking the little flap into the warmth of his mouth. After a moment, he released it again and moved his mouth back to her neck instead. His kissed were long and slow on her skin as he savoured the taste and smell of her. If he didn't want to have sex with her so much - to bury himself deep inside her as he'd done the night before - he would have been happy to just lavish her with kisses all day. His heart felt swollen and as though it was glowing within his chest. If this was what Elena's love could do for him, he never ever wanted to give it up.

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beautyofthedark
2012-05-14 01:07 am UTC (link)

At the mention of his sinful tongue, she swore her heart skipped a beat as she shuddered in want and whimpered. Oh god, and then he was playing with her ear and she couldn't not think about his tongue on her sensitive sex, tasting her and making her cry out like she was in heat...which was pretty much how she always reacted when she got it.

"Damon," she whined, her eyes falling shut while she felt her back resting on the warm covers with the man over her, his cock still nestled between her thighs and her warm folds. It was such an invigorating feeling paired with his hungry kisses. Elena felt like she could be devoured by him and be just content by it since it was the kind where all she would feel was immense pleasure, no pain.

"Are you going to...?" She raked her fingers through his hair and swallowed as she cocked her head to the side to show more skin for his mouth to taste and worship.

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manwithareason
2012-05-14 01:20 am UTC (link)

Damon smirked against her skin, his kisses having reached her collarbone. He knew he'd have to move his cock from between her legs soon but he was holding off on that moment as long as possible.

Letting the tip of his tongue trail across the line of her collarbone, he lifted his head slightly to meet her eyes. "Mmhm," he murmured, one eyebrow twitching devilishly. "But first..." He pressed another kiss a little lower on her chest. "I'm going to..." Another kiss landed at the spot where her chest began to rise with the curve of her breast. "...work my way..." His tongue casually circled her dark pink nipple before he closed his lips over the little nub and he gave a soft suck. "...down your body..." His teeth nipped playfully at her nipple, not so much that it would cause anything but pleasure, and he quickly followed it with a long, sweet kiss. "... agonizingly..." Damon smirked, lifting his head again, his blue eyes finding her dark ones. He ran his tongue over his moist lower lip. "...slowly." The smirk turned into a smile, his eyes crinkling slightly around the edges, before he lowered his mouth back to the skin of her stomach, his kisses slowly traveling down the line of its center to her naval.

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beautyofthedark
2012-05-14 01:36 am UTC (link)

Why did Damon have to tease her at the most inopportune times? Did he get off on it? ...No, wait. He just got off on Elena in general, to which she was rolling her eyes and sighing at him...except when he played with her nipple. That actually made her moan and press up into his mouth in pleasure and want...which was only made worse when he went back to being a bastard.

By the time he had finished his sentence, she put her hands to his head and started pushing him down towards her aching sex. "Get down there, Damon," Elena said with a huff, spreading her legs wide and holding fistfuls of black hair. "Right now! Before I...I torture you back!"

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manwithareason
2012-05-14 01:49 am UTC (link)

Damon laughed, his hot breath misting against the wet, pink, welcoming folds at the apex of her legs. "Less than an hour and you're already treating me like your whipping boy," he said, rolling his eyes as he looked up at her over the expanse of her beautiful, tanned body. Still, he wasn't planning on torturing her any more. He was too eager to taste her.

Lowering his head, his arms snaking beneath her thighs so he could clasp her hips, Damon ran his tongue along her moist, hot slit. He moaned softly at the taste of her on his tongue, his stomach flip-flopping as his brain, yet again, reminded him that this was Elena. Still, despite his excitement and nerves, he was determined to stay calm. If Damon did anything well, it was this. Softly, he moved in closer and pressed his lips to the engorged little nub at the hood of her folds, sucking gently as his fingers absentmindedly traced circles on her hips.

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beautyofthedark
2012-05-14 02:02 am UTC (link)

She frowned down at him. Was she that bad? But no, she knew he was just teasing her again because he loved to do it to see if he could get a rise out of the little brunette. It was just how Damon was. "I'll give you something good afterwards to help with that...big problem of yours...," she said with a little giggle, letting her foot slide over his spine slowly while he got into position to thoroughly rock her world. And yet a shock still went up her spine at the feel of his warm tongue licking at the lips of her core. "Oh...," Elena said with a deep, shaking breath that became a moan with the feel of those soft, full lips playing with her clit and making her arch up in pure want. Not even his fingers on her hips could soothe the fire inside of her from what Damon was doing.

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manwithareason
2012-05-14 02:15 am UTC (link)

Damon smiled when he heard the proof that he was already doing well. He could feel Elena's small foot between his raised shoulderblades and pressed up against it a little, even as he let the tip of his tongue explore the bundle of nerves that was her clit. He varied between tracing little circles around the wet little nub and lapping at it, pausing to close his lips around it and give a soft suck every few minutes. He'd seen videos on the internet where men did all sorts of stupid things with their tongues when they were going down on a girl; Damon knew the simple truth - do too much and the sensation is lost. Slow and sensual and rhythmic was best, with little injections of change every now and then for that little spasm of ecstasy. He'd been perfecting his technique for over a century, although there was usually more blood involved, and it felt as though it had all been adding up just so he was able to show off to Elena - his Elena - at this moment. He might not be able to show his emotions in the same way as his brother but he'd be damned if he wasn't better in bed by a country mile. That was just how he was; he showed how he felt through his actions, not his words. And right now, the way he was lapping at her tender flesh hungrily perfectly summed up how he felt - like the cat who'd got the cream.

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