entrancelogs | may old acquaintance be forgot

[ a sound locks in her ribcage, eyes sliding shut at the press of his tongue against her.

he's teasing her, all calmness and flirtation, and elena can't for the life of her repay him in kind.

her lips part and she stares down at him as he looks up, breath caught in her throat at the sight: his raven-dark hair tousled and wet, his blue eyes exceptionally blue. she only exhales when her dress bunches up at her stomach and the cool air hits bare skin.

she doesn't even realize she trembles. ]

[he slowly rubs the back of her knees, smiling against her sensitive skin. his teeth lightly graze it next. his fingertips slide underneath that gorgeous dress to feel the warmth of her abdomen, to trace the curve of her rib cage expanding every time she breathes.

he finishes sliding the dress up to her waist and delicately draws the lace of her underwear down around her calves, because no, she will not be getting undressed.

damon nuzzles her inner thigh at her shaking. then he grips hold of her legs, hooking them over his bare shoulders. finally, he moves in, kissing along the lines of her folds and then down, down, slipping his tongue inside of her.]

Edited 2017-01-23 02:48 (UTC)

[ there's a certain vulnerability that comes with this.

it takes trust and a level of comfort that comes naturally with him. if not with damon, then who?

elena can tell he loves this as much as she does and as a result, she can't take her eyes off him: his well-defined muscles flex at his back every time moves below her. her skin ripples with goosebumps at his touch, her abdomen contracting against his hand.

👏 god 👏 is 👏 real 👏

she can feel the smoothness of his cheeks against her thighs, and she draws in a tiny, sharp breath. elena starts quiet, her body flushed and still, soft little pants cutting at her throat. his tongue runs up the length of her and elena's eyes roll backward, a whimper finally pushing out of her throat. ]

[he lingers at her clit, mouth covering her folds as his tongue sinks deeper into her. he slides his hands under her ass to lift her up further into the pressure of his lips; his grip is firm and unyielding, granting him more leverage to bring her closer and closer to him yet.

he starts achingly slow and lets it build, sometimes returning to kiss a path up her inner thighs, lingering on those sensitive spots here and there and there. he sinks back into her once her fingers reach his hair, listening to her breathing, to her heartbeat. he can tell what pace she needs by paying close attention to every little sound her body makes, how her thighs tighten around his shoulders.

his tongue darts further along the length of her, loving this more than anything, bringing her this kind of pleasure. damon loves sinking down between her legs, loves moving his tongue so intimately around and inside of her until she's a mess of bones and sounds, loves slowly bringing her to climax.

his girl.]

[ her thighs part fully for him, elena tilting her head back with a shaky moan. his name is torn from her throat along with something vaguely nonsensical, something she will not remember when they come back up for air. her fingers card into his hair, desperate to clutch at something. knuckles white. nerve endings shot.

her hips strain against him for release, every caress of his tongue sending a jolt of pleasure down to her very toes; every sharp tug of his mouth threatening to send her right over the edge, but he takes his time. he takes his time and it would've flustered her before, back when damon was recently re-arrived, how evident her lust for him is. there's no room for that anymore. elena's eyes roll back as pleasure rakes through her body in waves.

her boy continues to nudge her toward that edge, fingers curl tighter into his hair. her own voice echoes in her head as it cries out.

she falls to pieces, something bright and spark-filled bursting behind her lids. her chest rises sharply with a strangled breath, elena growing still and boneless as she crumples against the mattress. her hold on his hair loosens, chest still rising and falling with every breath. ]

[he smirks against her when she comes, filled with pleasure of his own that he can fuck her like this with his mouth and tongue until she's completely undone on his bed, so overwhelmed with the waves of the orgasm as it vibrates through her body.

he pulls back slow, kissing right above her folds one last time before he slides her underwear back up around her ass and tugs the skirt of her dress down around her legs again. damon lifts himself up to study her face. his fingertips slip over the side of her cheek and down her neck against her pulse.

damon looks so utterly pleased.]

Now that's what I call breakfast... [~~yes, he really did just make that comment. this gd dork~~.]

[ delightful shocks run through her body, like warm and wispy tendrils curling around her skin. it's almost embarrassing that she can still feel her body aching for more. more of him. her knees brush against the low of his waist as he slinks back up to her, eyes slightly dazed when they look up to meet his gaze. ]

D a m o n.

[ it's hard to sound admonishing when you're so breathless.

mumble: ] You're terrible.

[damon trails his hand over her side as he smiles down at her, feeling each and every shock as it runs through her body. he slips some hair out of her face. fondness sparks through his open expression walls have been broken down a long, long time ago with elena gilbert.]

Yes, I'm terrible, and you are delicious.

[he leans into kiss her mouth, tongue running over her bottom lip.]

I love breakfast in bed. [then he laughs warmly, knowing she'll smack him] Okay, I'm done.

[ her eyes are hazy, almost unfocused, cheeks flushed and body sated.

elena leans into his hand, honing in on the way his fingertips feel as they push strands of hair back from her face. the flush deepens on her cheeks, and she opens her mouth to chastise him again when he kisses her instead. whatever she was going to say transforms into a sigh, her bones sinking deeper into the bed.

she cups his face with both hands. ]

What am I going to do with you?

I have a few ideas.

[damon leans into her hands, pulling his face away just enough to kiss the heel of one of her hands, smiling against her palm. his gaze darts back to her own as a smile tugs across his face, slow, warm. he slips his hand up against her own hand, and he is so damn utterly pleased with himself to see her such an unfocused, tangled mess on his sheets.

he smiles at her, and it's a smile born from the happiness she brings him, free from any of the weight and the pain and the worries of the past]

But I'll ultimately leave that up to you.

[ elena really should not encourage damon, but she can't help the grin that blooms on her face. in the end, her decision is criminally predictable: elena cradles his face and brings him to her until their mouths have met once more. she tugs him further to her by the waist using her knees.

it's right about now that a slew of text messages start coming in, and elena feels the vibration of her device.

she doesn't even need to look. her eyes shoot open and she nudges damon to the side. ]

Oh my god. Caroline!

[damon lets out a soft, disappointed sound, but he does eventually slide to the side at her nudging. he slips a hand behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. a tiny, pleased smile crosses his face, because he realizes he has now officially made her late.

and he's so damn proud about that.]

I'm sure it's no big deal.

[rjekl;a]

It's Caroline.

[ of course it's a big!! deal!!!

elena scrambles out of the bed, tugging her dress down and smoothing her hair back. she only brings herself to a stop in front of his mirror, cringing when she sees just how obvious it is that she's been playing hooky with damon. her fingers stubbornly sift through her tangled strands. ]

We — [ she turns toward him again and oh right he is still totally naked. ] — will pick this back up later.

[ elena opens the door, and is a second away from closing it when she rushes back in to give him one last peck on the mouth. then she's gone for real. ]

[damon smiles all pleased against her mouth, and he doesn't look the least bit apologetic. he loves when he can distract her, when he can pull her away from responsibilities and all the rest to enjoyt he moment with her. whatever enjoying the moment might be.

he leans back, watching her leave, lifting up a hand to wave as her as she goes.

he's totally innocent here.

totally.]

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