Damon Salvatore had everything he ever wanted (someonehasto) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-05-05 17:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *hannahgrace, *rachel, damon salvatore, elena salvatore |
8th February
DAMON SALVATORE & ELENA GILBERT
Tower 1 Floor 1 • After the Announcements PG • Complete |
Elena had seen the arrivals update on her comms device and had hardly dared to believe her eyes. Damon Salvatore. It really was his name. “The following have arrived today via our normal recruitment process… Damon Salvatore…” Elena had immediately dropped what she had been doing and started back to the housing blocks, running as fast as she could all the way.
She didn’t know which room Damon would have been put in but she could have a pretty good guess at which tower they would have sorted him into: body. If there was one thing that never changed about Damon, it was his lack of impulse control. God, just thinking about him, knowing he was here, really here, on the same island, sent shivers of excitement racing through Elena’s body. She really had thought she’d missed him for good, the pessimist in her not daring to hope that the multiverse would be kind enough to bring him back to her. Bursting in through the doors of Tower One, Elena looked around frantically, trying to rule out Damon’s presence on the ground floor. Well, he wasn’t in the bar and that was the only place she could imagine him going first. She knew there was a chance Damon could already have left, or that she’d been wrong and he hadn’t been put in this tower at all, but she just had to try to find him. Pulling out her comms device from her back pocket, she quickly checked the network again. No, he hadn’t posted anything yet. She had to assume that he was still in his room, still trying to work out where he was and what had happened to him. Elena headed straight to the stairs and began to climb, taking the steps two at a time. She was already out of breath from running all the way there but that didn’t slow her down. Eventually she reached the first floor and burst into the long hallway, off of which the doors to the apartments lead. Which one? Which apartment was he in? There was no way she could know without knocking on each door in turn and, with three floors of ten double apartments to search, she just didn’t have the time. Damon could have left the building before she’d even finished searching the first floor. She would just have to trust that Damon’s vampire hearing would be strong enough to hear her when she yelled, “Damon?! Damon, where are you?!” Damon woke up in a room that seemed very familiar. A bit different to last time, but the holographic greeting sounded exactly the same as last time. Which is why he easily tuned it out, staring up at the ceiling, as he recollected his memories. His memories of Atlantis. Of Lawrence. The wedding. What made it so hard for him to be there without Elena. And, it was then that he heard her voice. The voice he had longed to hear for weeks, months even. One he hadn’t thought he’d be able to hear for decades yet. “Elena?” Within seconds he was out of the door, and smiling like a loon he saw her standing there yelling his name. And before he could even think it through, he was running towards her. Gathering the love of his life into his arms. Elena swung around at the sound of an apartment door being opened, almost expecting it to be someone coming out to tell her to shut up. The thrill of excitement and rush of emotion which filled her when she saw who it really was, the familiar black hair, angular jaw and and blue, blue eyes, was overwhelming and almost knocked the air from her lungs. She gasped, almost painfully, drinking in the sight of him. Then she was running, running towards him, and being swept up into his arms. Her own arms encircled his neck as she launched herself at him, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Hungrily, desperately, she lowered her face to his and kissed him: his mouth, his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids, his mouth again. “You came back,” she whimpered into his kiss, feeling the tears trying to escape from beneath her closed eyelids. “You’re really here.” Until she had seen him, touched him, not even when she'd seen his name on the device, she hadn't quite believed it was real but now, with him in her arms, she could finally let herself feel the overwhelming happiness and relief she felt at having Damon back with her. As Elena jumped into his arms, he couldn't help but return her kisses. He needed this more than anything, The feel of her in his arms. The taste of her olive skin. It was overwhelming him, this feeling of joy, of euphoria he felt over this reunion with the love of his life. “I’ll always come back to you.” He murmured, as he carried her back into the room he’d just vacated. “Obviously Atlantis knew this.” He smirked slightly, before catching her mouth with his again. Barely coming up for air, as he memorised the taste of her, the feel of her once again. Not sure of how long he would have with her this time. Well aware, that sometimes this place had glitches, and sent people home when they had not chosen to. Elena could feel her whole body relaxing into Damon’s strong grip as he kissed her back and carried her into his apartment. She hadn’t realised quite how lost she had felt without him until, suddenly, he was here and she felt like she had finally been found and led in from the cold. She never wanted to let him go again if she could possibly help it. “You need to tell me everything,” she murmured against his mouth, letting her head tilt forward a little so that her forehead rested against his. “What have I missed?” Damon couldn’t help but kiss her again, before answering. Far too overjoyed by the fact that he could. And, even when he did answer, his mouth stayed mere millimetres from Elena’s own. “From my perspective, about a month of me getting Ric drunk in Europe. And, two months of me missing you here in Atlantis.” Keeping her in his arms, he walked them into his bedroom, throwing them both onto the bed, making sure she fell on top of him. Well aware of how much more fragile she was now she was human. And, looking up at her, his brow furrowed as a thought occurred to him. “Do you remember Lawrence?” Elena gave a gleeful squeal as Damon dropped them both down to the bed. She quickly adjusted her position over him, her long, chocolate hair cascading down around his face and dappling the light around their faces, still so close together. However, a small frown creased Elena’s brow when Damon brought up Lawrence. She had seen him talking about the place on the network when he’d been here before but she hadn’t been able to find anyone who could tell her about what he might have experienced there. She hated it - it was like she was missing out on a whole section of their joint memories… again. “No,” she told him, pulling back just a little so she could look down at his handsome, angular face. “I’m sorry.” Damon groaned inwardly. He’d hoped so much that she would remember being his wife. But, there was always time here, he supposed. He knew even back there, marrying so young had not been in her plans. It had been a moment of drunken madness for the pair of them. But, the best moment of madness he had ever had. Even so, he knew her. He knew she’d feel guilty about missing things again. At least this time, it wasn’t her fault. Gazing up at her, he cuppped her face in his hands, thumbs running across her cheek bones. “Not your fault, baby. Someone’s idea of a dickish joke. At least you remember everything, there was always the potential you could have come from when you hated me. And, that would have been oh so much fun.” He pulled her down for a kiss, softening the words. “Mmm, more kissing, less talking.” He smiled against her lips. Elena frowned at Damon’s words, feeling the guilt stab painfully at a deep place inside her. She knew that the whole thing was behind them now, where she was from, at least, but it still bothered her, especially now that there was a whole other part of their lives together that she had missed out on. The tension in her shoulders began to fade away when he kissed her and she felt herself relaxing against him, running her fingers up into his thick, black hair. More kissing, less talking. Still, it wasn’t that easy. As distracting as Damon was, Elena found herself wondering what exactly it was that she’d missed out on in Lawrence. Pulling back again, just a little, just enough that she could see Damon’s face, Elena let one hand trail down to his cheek, her fingers caressing while her brow creased in an intrigued, little wrinkle. “Tell me,” she beseeched him. “Tell me about Lawrence.” She dipped her head quickly to place a kiss at the hollow of his throat before locking eyes with him again. “I don’t want to miss out on any part of our lives together ever again.” Damon always did find it hard to resist Elena’s pleading. And, with a sigh rearranged them into a more comfortable position for storytelling. With him propped up into a seated position, and Elena’s head cushioned on his shoulder. His hand absentmindedly running through her hair, as he told his story. Of her arrival in Lawrence, their road trip to the coast, and the subsequent drunken marriage in Vegas. He told her everything. How much it had meant to him when he’d woken up beside her, realising that they were married. And, that he never regretted it for a moment. He paused slightly in between some parts, to answer any questions she had. But he spent a long time just talking, only stopping to get them both coffee, as they realised how late it was getting. |