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Post by Elena Gilbert on Dec 15, 2014 22:08:30 GMT -6
He was dangerously close and why she felt the need to have his lips on hers again shocked her. It was as if her body remembered something her brain did not. She hated the fact that she'd compelled away the memories, but she wasn't sure she was ready to know any other version of Damon but the one she knew now. The cold, heartless, monster who killed anyone who stood in his way of what he wanted no matter the cost. He acted impulsively and dangerously. He'd KILLED so many people, even Jeremy.
But she also knew that she somehow kept him grounded. That she made him better. Caroline and Stefan had both told her a few times she had made him a better man and it was her love that kept him grounded and sane. Made him another man. One who always wanted to do right by her. She swallowed and looked into his eyes, her eyes flicking down to his lips then back up again. She shifted nervously, reaching behind her to hold onto the counter as he moved closer to her.
She was unsure of what to do and afraid to trust her feelings so she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind. "We have. We have to find Bonnie. And the ascension thing...." Her throat closed and she just wanted to say yes, kiss me again.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Dec 23, 2014 9:31:35 GMT -6
Damon shifted, stepping closer to her. His hand came up to brush against her cheek, and he dipped his head down slightly.
"That isn't what I said, Elena," he whispered, his voice rough. He licked his lips, his eyes flicking down to her lips. He wanted to kiss her again but he was holding himself back until she told him other wise. He raised his gaze back to her's. His gaze bore into her's, almost scorching her.
"Tell me to kiss you or push me away." It wasn't a command, but it was close. He was slipping, he knew it, he knew that she would know it.
Post by Elena Gilbert on Dec 23, 2014 16:34:01 GMT -6
She met his eyes, shifting to mimick his movements as she stood before him nervously. Parting her lips slightly, he tongue slipped between them to wet them slightly. The taste of his kiss still lingered there. It was beckoning her to taste it again. To allow him to plant another earth shattering kiss on her, but thus confusing and conflicting her more. "I--" she went to speak and her words failed her.
She couldn't push him away. Mainly because she didn't want to. She liked the way it felt. But it was as if she were willing memories to reamerge through a single kiss. She stepped closer bravely and looked up to meet his eyes. Her lips were close to his and she let her eyes trail down to his lips as she spoke. "Damon..." His name leaving her lips was almost silent. Her gaze flicked up to his and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the corner of his. "I don't know what I want. But I think I might go crazy if you don't kiss me again." She looked up at him with an almost pleading look. "Kiss me like you did the first time. The first time we ever kissed." Maybe just maybe reliving memories might help. If not, it didn't hurt trying that was for sure.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Jan 4, 2015 17:24:38 GMT -6
Damon tilted his head slightly at he request. He mulled the thoughts over in his head, pursing his lips. There were so many times that could count as their technical first kiss that he wasn't certain which to go with. After a moment he shifted to dip his head down. His lips barely brushed against her lips, and he could see the confusion in her eyes.
"I was dying," he said softly. "Tyler had bit me, and we didn't know there was a cure. You stayed by my side...you were worried, scared." He pressed his lips to hers in a soft, kiss. "I kissed you because I didn't know if I was going to survive."
He let out a breath, pulling back slightly, to brush his fingers against her cheek. He slid his hands up to cup her face a moment later, and then kissed her again. This kiss was a little more desperate, and he groaned softly against her mouth as she returned the kiss. He pulled away, even though he didn't want to, his breath harsh.
"We'd almost given up hope on Stefan, but then he made me realize that he was still there despite Klaus' compulsion. I felt guilty because for a brief moment I was happy that he was...gone. Because if he was gone then I could have you. I went to walk away, but then...I realized I had done nothing to feel guilty and if I was going to feel guilty then I was damn well going to do something to make me feel guilty."
Damon raised his gaze to look at her, and then slid a hand behind her head. His fingers gently scraped against her scalp moments before he pulled her against him. His lips crashed against hers roughly, and he moved suddenly moving across the room to slam her against the wall. His other hand threaded with her fingers, and he raised her hand to press it against the wall above her head.
"The first night we were together," he said simply against her lips.
Post by Elena Gilbert on Jan 4, 2015 17:55:03 GMT -6
She looked into his eyes as he seemed to be contemplating her request. Almost moving away from him for fear that he wouldn't do it or couldn't, she was surprised by his gentle touch and the way he cupped her face. The kiss he placed softly against her lips took her by surprise at how gentle and caring it was. When he pulled back to explain, she listened and swallowed nervously. "Dying?" She tried to remember this and nothing came to memory. He continued to tell her the story and she pictured it in her mind. Looking down briefly, she realized their first kiss was because he was dying.
But then--he lifted her chin and she met his eyes. He held a small smirk, one that she found herself liking more and more. His fingers brushed against her cheek and she stared into his eyes almost mesmerized by his words and his touch. He cupped her face and dipped his head down to place another kiss against her lips. This one was different than the first as it was more desperate and needy. She returned the kiss and placed a hand against his chest as she leaned into him. He pulled back and her breath was shaky, it took her a moment to open her eyes and collect herself to listen to him again.
He talked about Stefan and how he'd changed and the guilt he felt over wanting to have her to himself if Stefan left for good. "You shouldn't feel guilty..." She whispered and felt his hand slide behind her head, his fingernails scraping against her scalp as his hand balled to fist in her hair. He looked down at her with this look, a primal need that she deep down felt too but had been fighting. She swallowed nervously and went to speak but was silenced by another kiss. This kiss unlike the first two. It was passionate, loving, needy and erratic.
Her back slammed against the wall and his fingers threaded with her own as he lifted it above her head and pinned her between him and the wall as he continued to kiss her. He broke the kiss long enough to speak against her lips and she found her whole body quivering, reacting to him like a lover never forgotten. Her brain may have forgotten but her body did not. She felt the pull towards him, the need and the desire. It nearly consumed her. Her breathing was hitched and nervous as she tried to piece together how she felt and fought to remember all that he spoke of. It was like listening to a story about someone else but feeling like you'd been there but couldn't have. She met his eyes and searched them for answers to her unspoken questions. "Damon..." His name left her lips like some silent plea and she curled her fingers around his tightly. Her free hand slid up his chest to his shoulder where she bunched his shirt and continued to look in his eyes. She went to speak again, but there were no words for what she was feeling so she decided to show him.
Using her strength, she spun to slam his back against the wall and mimicked his movements before. Pinning his hand against the wall, she kissed him and the images of memories that flickered the night she crossed the border and began to drown again came flooding in her mind. Slammed up against a wall, a white dress, an apology, a fire...so much flashed it made her dizzy and she held onto him tighter as she kissed him with such need and want.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Jan 4, 2015 18:42:17 GMT -6
Damon groaned as she returned the kiss. Everything felt as if it was on fire, and his need for her was greater now than it had ever been. Everything was falling apart around him and he needed her. His eyes met hers as his name slipped past her lips, and he went to speak. Whatever he had been going to say died against his lips however, and he hissed as his back hit the wall behind him.
He returned her kiss was a desperation so big that it was almost painful. He needed her to remember, if even just a little bit. He wrapped an arm around her waist as he felt her stumble slightly. He moved suddenly, hoisting her up to sit onto the counter. He slipped himself between her thighs, pulling her down into another kiss.
"I'm not sorry for the choices I made," he whispered against her lips. "I am not sorry for loving you, Elena."
Post by Elena Gilbert on Jan 4, 2015 19:30:50 GMT -6
It almost felt like everything was falling into place, aside from not remembering anything from their history together or the fact that she loved him. But she wanted to so badly because he was different than she originally thought. His kiss intensified and he lifted her to the counter with ease that never broke their kiss.
Her whole body felt like it was on fire and it burned for him, she needed him and wanted him so bad that she couldn't stand it. He broke the kiss only to speak against her lips and she closed her eyes. She wanted to be angry that he wasn't sorry for hurting the people she loved but she somehow saw past it. Was she blind to his faults? In this moment, yes. In this moment, she felt a deeper connection to him, and it scared her.
"I'm sorry that I can't remember that I did love you..." She said softly against his lips before pulling him back into a kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her phone began to ring and she pushed him back a bit, attempting to catch her breath and compose herself. "I-I should...I should get that." Her voice was shaky and her lips swollen from kisses, her body still aching for him.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Jan 4, 2015 19:56:51 GMT -6
Damon wanted to break her phone at that moment, but some how managed to refrain. He rested his forehead against her head with a harsh breath. Finally he pulled away so she could stand up. He didn't turn and look at her, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck. He turned finally, giving her a small smile.
"You get that and I'm going to return to the library and see if I can dig up some more useful books..."
He stepped up to her, pressing his lips against her temple. His fingers brushed against her cheeks briefly, and he let out another soft breath. Without giving her the time to answer he sped out, the door closing behind him. He needed away from her for a bit. He needed to allow himself some time to think. If not...he would do something he regretted.