Don't Give Up (Damon/Elena)
Don't Give Up (One shot)
Warning: PG-13
Pairing: Damon/Elena
Summary: AH & No Katherine. Elena leaves Mystic Falls for the summer with Damon in tow.
Word Count: 2,579
Disclaimer: Not mine.
***
There might have been a time
And I would give myself away…
***
Making her way to the café a few blocks away, Elena pulled out her cell phone to check the time as she stood at a street corner waiting for a red light to change. “I hear you’re back for the summer.”
“Damon -” Startled, Elena spun around locking eyes with the man that stood before her. “You know I hate it when you do that!” Damon smirked at her outburst.
“Some things never change. Did you come back because you missed me?”
Elena snorted and rolled her eyes. “I came back because I can’t live without you. Please, come back to New York with me?
Rolling his eyes, Damon slung his arm around her shoulders and led the way across the down the street. He couldn’t help but wish she spoke the truth. “So, what are you doing in town? Besides wanting me?”
“I’m back for the summer. I’m meeting Caroline and Matt for lunch today,”
Damon turned and looked at her questioningly. “Have you seen Stefan yet?”
“No, but I’m planning on calling him soon. Things ended badly, and it’s still a bit awkward between us - maybe we can be friends again?"
Damon chuckled, “Elena, you were never friends. You ‘fell’ in love at first sight - I personally, found it nauseating, and told you it wouldn’t last… If you had only listened to your elders,” He wiggled his eyes.
Elena elbowed Damon in the side, and winced as her elbow struck a rock, hard body. “Do you ever stop stroking your ego?” She asked laughing.
He lowered his voice, “Occasionally… to stroke other things” Damon smirked and held on to Elena’s shoulder as she tried to pull away in disgust.
They both stopped at the next intersection. A flash of blonde hair caught her eye and drew her gaze to the café across the street. Sharing a table were Caroline and Matt, and what looked to be Bonnie. As Elena was about to cross the street, she saw a man walking towards the table and bent down to kiss Bonnie. Without turning she asked Damon who the stranger was.
Before he could respond, she saw the him grab a seat across her friend. She couldn’t break her gaze as the two pairs of eyes met.
Damon felt her tense against his body and looked down at her as she sharply inhaled. “Elena -“
“You were right, I can’t do this. I need to get out of here.” Elena tersely whispered as she began to turn the other way, “Where’s your car?” Damon dropped his hand from her shoulder, and locked his fingers with hers as he began to pull her down the street towards his car.
Maybe she wasn’t prepared to see Stefan after all.
***
Just don’t give up I’m workin it out
Please don’t give in, I won’t let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
***
“So where are we going tonight?” Damon asked Elena as he walked into the living room, stopping to stare at the traffic below the window. Taxis streaked by, painting the streets yellow as people quickly hurried down the street oblivious to the urban jungle surrounding them.
Elena stood up and walked over to join Damon at the window. “Well, I was planning to eat myself into a chocolate coma and watch a couple of -” Elena stopped as clear blue eyes bore into hers. “Let’s go out?” She quickly amended.
Damon stared at her in shock. “You realize that it’s been months, right Elena? How much time are you going to spend on this whole Stefan/Bonnie thing?” Damon turned and looked at the woman standing beside him. The same woman who convinced him to come back to New York with her, mere hours after her return to Mystic Falls.
The first few weeks had been tough on the both of them. He charmed (bullied) his way into moving in with her -- apparently there were too many people in the city, and a small town boy couldn’t handle it (please). So, while he was being charming and annoying, Elena was moping around the apartment, refusing to leave, because of his stupid brother and his bitchy girlfriend.
Elena looked up from the scene below into Damon’s eyes, “They were my best friends, Damon, and then they went behind my back, how I am supposed to feel?”
“They didn't go behind your back - you broke up with him. You left Mystic Falls. You talked to him twice after that.” He replied listing the facts, trying to get through to her. “He got over it. Hooked up with the bitch. Game over. Besides you have me now - if this was a game, you've already won.”
She quietly laughed, “You’re right Damon, but I can't help but be blindsided by this." She paused for a moment, “Isn’t there a girl code? Don’t date your best friend’s ex?”
Damon gathered her in his arms and Elena rested her head on his chest as he spoke, “Well if it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure that there’s a rule saying that a brother shouldn’t move in with his brother’s ex-girlfriend.” They both laughed. “Don’t worry Elena, I’ll take care of you,” he stated as he dropped a kiss on the top of her head. Pulling back, he turned her around so that they faced each other, “We’re not staying home though, you better be dressed and ready to go in less than 15 minutes.”
Turning towards his bedroom, looked over his shoulder and watched her smile slightly to herself, “Wear something hot!"
Elena laughed and watched his retreating back. As she made her way to her bedroom and started to rifle through her closet, she couldn’t help but think that asking Damon to come with her to New York with her was one of the smartest things she’s ever done.
(Except getting into an Ivy of course. After all, she was a Gilbert.)
***
Yeah, it’s plain to see
that baby you’re beautiful
And there’s nothing wrong with you
***
With Damon’s hand resting on the small of her back, Elena stepped into the dark, noisy club and made her way to the back where her friends had reserved a booth.
She smiled and waved to them, then linked hands with Damon and pulled him towards her as she walked towards her old roommates.
“This is Damon” she shouted into her friend’s ear and gestured to the man behind her. She watched as her friend’s mouth dropped, as Sophia studied Damon in his worn, leather jacket and slim black pants.
Finally pulling her eyes away from Damon, she looked back at Elena, “He’s your roommate? Why haven't I met him yet? He’s gorgeous!”
Elena laughed, and ran her hand though her hair, “Don’t say that too loud, his ego is already big enough.”
Overhearing their conversation, Damon stepped whispered in her ear "That's not the only big thing about me."
Elena's eyes widened in surprise and she hastily nudged him away, "Can't you behave for just one night?"
"I'd rather not," he retorted looking around the club and meeting eyes with a blonde in a slinky blue dress, leaning back against the bar.
“Maybe you should go get us something to drink,” Elena replied following his eyes and noticing his person (skank) of interest, “Nevermind, I'll be waiting all night..."
Damon ruffled her hair and smiled, "Whiskey sour?" Elena nodded and Damon leaned in close to her ear, "She's got nothing on you, I'll be back in a bit."
Elena rolled her eyes, and Damon winked at her and walked away.
“Wait a minute,” Sophia stated, utterly confused at their interaction. “You guys aren’t dating? You act like a married couple!”
“Damon and I? It’s not like that,” Elena replied, “We’re just really good friends” She said, her eyes firmly on his back.
But as she watched talk to the blonde, she couldn’t help but think that there was something more.
***
It’s me, I’m a freak
but thanks for lovin’ me
Cause you’re doing it perfectly
***
“This movie is so unbelievably bad,” Damon said his voice dripping with boredom and fatigue. “How did I let you talk me into this?”
“Stop complaining.” Elena shoved his side. “You like action movies. You won’t let me watch anything else.”
“Ouch!” Damon sneezed, “Not ones with talking robots,”
Reaching out to the table next to her, she pulled a tissue from the box and passed it to him. Mumbling his thanks, he sneezed twice more and was promptly handed the box and raspberry-scented hand sanitizer.
“You’re lucky I didn’t put the new Channing Tatum movie on,” she replied back, watching as he shivered and retreated further into the blanket. She walked to doorway to increase the heat and grabbed him another blanket from the closet. “Here,” she tossed the blanket at him and headed to kitchen, “I’m going to heat you up some soup.”
Opening the blanket and haphazardly wrapping it around himself, he shouted to her, “I don’t want any of that canned garbage, thank you very much.”
With a wooden spoon in hand, Elena stepped into the doorway of the living room, “You’re unbelievable Damon -”
“That’s what a lot of girls say when I -“
“Enough!” Elena shouted, her irritation getting the best of her. “While you were sleeping, I made you homemade soup just the way you like it,” She mocked.
“I hope you put in extra carrots… and tomatoes.” He listed off, “Did you use alphabet soup? You know I like spelling out dirty words.”
Gritting her teeth, she turned and stomped back into the kitchen to stir the soup, ignoring his requests -- and ignoring the feeling of stabbing him with the Butcher’s knife.
(She did add the extra carrots, and alphabet pasta, because that’s the way she liked it too)
He’s so irritating when he’s sick, she thought as she stirred the soup.
Damon had somehow caught a cold within the last few days. Probably because he never bothered to wear a heavy jacket (Which is why she bought him one for Christmas), although he insisted otherwise.
Today was the first day she was able to stay home and take care of him (cater to his every need). Not that he noticed. He spent half the day sleeping, and the other talking her ear off (More like complaining).
But to be honest, she kind of liked taking care of him.
Ever since that night at the club with her friends, she couldn’t help but to start to think of Damon in a different light. No longer was he the best friend who was with her at every turn, he was something more.
A tingle down her back as she imagined being with him, kissing him, stroking his hair…
“Elena! Is it ready? I’m about to jump off the balcony!” Damon yelled, clearly sick of the movie.
Checking to make sure that the soup was perfectly heated, she poured two mugs, and brought them over to whiny man on the couch. She laughed as she saw his appearance, and set the mugs on the coffee table. “Damon, what would you do if I wasn’t here?” She asked as she fixed the blanket he put around himself.
Damon grinned, “Definitely watch better movies.”
She looked at him and sighed. Grabbing his mug, she passed it to him and walked up to the DVD player to switch the movie.
“Hey--!” He yelled, as he saw Channing Tatum’s face appear on the screen. Angrily, he brought the spoon to his mouth, sipped and closed his eyes, “Oh my god, this is amazing!”
Elena smiled and settled back into the sofa and gracefully sipped her soup.
“Why am I just trying this now? What else have you been holding back?” He asked, as he devoured the soup and handed his mug to her, wanting more.
Elena rolled her eyes and the mug from his outstretched arm, “I’ve been told I make an amazing Tiramisu,” she replied. “Want me to make it for you tomorrow? I was planning on doing a bit of grocery shopping. I can pick up the ingredients if you want”
The sound that Damon made from the back of his throat made her tingle, “Yes. I want you to cook for me for the rest of my life!” He looked her in the eye, “Marry me, please.”
She laughed, “What would I get out of this deal? Will you clean?”
Damon let back laughter and look her in the eye, “No, but I’ll promise to look sexy forever.”
“Looking sexy at 400 pounds?” She smiled, “I might take you up on that just to see it happen.” She got up to pour him more soup from the kitchen.
“If anyone could pull it off, it would be me!”
She handed him the mug, and sat down, watching Channing’s abs grace the screen and sighed with a dreamy look on her face.
The spoon halfway to his mouth, Damon craned his neck and looked at the woman beside him making disgusting sounds at the actor’s body.
(Although he definitely wouldn’t mind is she sighed at him that way)
“Come on Elena,” He said, clearly sickened at the thought that she would find anyone else attractive but him, “I’m so much better looking than he is.”
Elena whipped her head around, eyes shocked “Are you jealous Damon?” She asked in a laughing tone. “Over Channing Tatum? Alert the press!”
Damon put down his soup, and turned his body towards hers, “No I’m not. I’m stating a simple fact. I’m hotter. End of discussion.”
“You’re totally jealous!”
“No I’m not,” He shrugged out of his blanket and launched himself at her, pushing her down on the sofa. “I’m not,” he repeated as he began tickling her.
Crying out in laughter, she squirmed away from him to no avail, “Stop! Stop!”
“Not until you say I’m hotter,” he replied, his breathing was starting to get heavy as he looked at the beautiful woman beneath him. The only woman that he wanted since he first laid eyes on her.
“I give up!" she replied still laughing as his fingers danced around her body, “You’re so much hotter!”
Fingers stilled, he watched as she rose on her elbows, their faces inches away. “Really?” He asked, watching her eyes sparkle.
“Yes.” Smiling, she closed the distance between them and shivered at the feeling of his lips on hers. How did she wait all this time to taste him? To be with him?
Minutes, hours passed, and Damon slowly pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. He couldn’t believe that this was finally happening.
(Especially since he’s been waiting for it for years)
Blue eyes met brown, “I’ll get you sick,” he mentioned as he wrapped the blanket around both of them.
Elena smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back down on the sofa with her, “I’ll risk it.”
The movie was left forgotten in the background.
Warning: PG-13
Pairing: Damon/Elena
Summary: AH & No Katherine. Elena leaves Mystic Falls for the summer with Damon in tow.
Word Count: 2,579
Disclaimer: Not mine.
***
There might have been a time
And I would give myself away…
***
Making her way to the café a few blocks away, Elena pulled out her cell phone to check the time as she stood at a street corner waiting for a red light to change. “I hear you’re back for the summer.”
“Damon -” Startled, Elena spun around locking eyes with the man that stood before her. “You know I hate it when you do that!” Damon smirked at her outburst.
“Some things never change. Did you come back because you missed me?”
Elena snorted and rolled her eyes. “I came back because I can’t live without you. Please, come back to New York with me?
Rolling his eyes, Damon slung his arm around her shoulders and led the way across the down the street. He couldn’t help but wish she spoke the truth. “So, what are you doing in town? Besides wanting me?”
“I’m back for the summer. I’m meeting Caroline and Matt for lunch today,”
Damon turned and looked at her questioningly. “Have you seen Stefan yet?”
“No, but I’m planning on calling him soon. Things ended badly, and it’s still a bit awkward between us - maybe we can be friends again?"
Damon chuckled, “Elena, you were never friends. You ‘fell’ in love at first sight - I personally, found it nauseating, and told you it wouldn’t last… If you had only listened to your elders,” He wiggled his eyes.
Elena elbowed Damon in the side, and winced as her elbow struck a rock, hard body. “Do you ever stop stroking your ego?” She asked laughing.
He lowered his voice, “Occasionally… to stroke other things” Damon smirked and held on to Elena’s shoulder as she tried to pull away in disgust.
They both stopped at the next intersection. A flash of blonde hair caught her eye and drew her gaze to the café across the street. Sharing a table were Caroline and Matt, and what looked to be Bonnie. As Elena was about to cross the street, she saw a man walking towards the table and bent down to kiss Bonnie. Without turning she asked Damon who the stranger was.
Before he could respond, she saw the him grab a seat across her friend. She couldn’t break her gaze as the two pairs of eyes met.
Damon felt her tense against his body and looked down at her as she sharply inhaled. “Elena -“
“You were right, I can’t do this. I need to get out of here.” Elena tersely whispered as she began to turn the other way, “Where’s your car?” Damon dropped his hand from her shoulder, and locked his fingers with hers as he began to pull her down the street towards his car.
Maybe she wasn’t prepared to see Stefan after all.
***
Just don’t give up I’m workin it out
Please don’t give in, I won’t let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
***
“So where are we going tonight?” Damon asked Elena as he walked into the living room, stopping to stare at the traffic below the window. Taxis streaked by, painting the streets yellow as people quickly hurried down the street oblivious to the urban jungle surrounding them.
Elena stood up and walked over to join Damon at the window. “Well, I was planning to eat myself into a chocolate coma and watch a couple of -” Elena stopped as clear blue eyes bore into hers. “Let’s go out?” She quickly amended.
Damon stared at her in shock. “You realize that it’s been months, right Elena? How much time are you going to spend on this whole Stefan/Bonnie thing?” Damon turned and looked at the woman standing beside him. The same woman who convinced him to come back to New York with her, mere hours after her return to Mystic Falls.
The first few weeks had been tough on the both of them. He charmed (bullied) his way into moving in with her -- apparently there were too many people in the city, and a small town boy couldn’t handle it (please). So, while he was being charming and annoying, Elena was moping around the apartment, refusing to leave, because of his stupid brother and his bitchy girlfriend.
Elena looked up from the scene below into Damon’s eyes, “They were my best friends, Damon, and then they went behind my back, how I am supposed to feel?”
“They didn't go behind your back - you broke up with him. You left Mystic Falls. You talked to him twice after that.” He replied listing the facts, trying to get through to her. “He got over it. Hooked up with the bitch. Game over. Besides you have me now - if this was a game, you've already won.”
She quietly laughed, “You’re right Damon, but I can't help but be blindsided by this." She paused for a moment, “Isn’t there a girl code? Don’t date your best friend’s ex?”
Damon gathered her in his arms and Elena rested her head on his chest as he spoke, “Well if it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure that there’s a rule saying that a brother shouldn’t move in with his brother’s ex-girlfriend.” They both laughed. “Don’t worry Elena, I’ll take care of you,” he stated as he dropped a kiss on the top of her head. Pulling back, he turned her around so that they faced each other, “We’re not staying home though, you better be dressed and ready to go in less than 15 minutes.”
Turning towards his bedroom, looked over his shoulder and watched her smile slightly to herself, “Wear something hot!"
Elena laughed and watched his retreating back. As she made her way to her bedroom and started to rifle through her closet, she couldn’t help but think that asking Damon to come with her to New York with her was one of the smartest things she’s ever done.
(Except getting into an Ivy of course. After all, she was a Gilbert.)
***
Yeah, it’s plain to see
that baby you’re beautiful
And there’s nothing wrong with you
***
With Damon’s hand resting on the small of her back, Elena stepped into the dark, noisy club and made her way to the back where her friends had reserved a booth.
She smiled and waved to them, then linked hands with Damon and pulled him towards her as she walked towards her old roommates.
“This is Damon” she shouted into her friend’s ear and gestured to the man behind her. She watched as her friend’s mouth dropped, as Sophia studied Damon in his worn, leather jacket and slim black pants.
Finally pulling her eyes away from Damon, she looked back at Elena, “He’s your roommate? Why haven't I met him yet? He’s gorgeous!”
Elena laughed, and ran her hand though her hair, “Don’t say that too loud, his ego is already big enough.”
Overhearing their conversation, Damon stepped whispered in her ear "That's not the only big thing about me."
Elena's eyes widened in surprise and she hastily nudged him away, "Can't you behave for just one night?"
"I'd rather not," he retorted looking around the club and meeting eyes with a blonde in a slinky blue dress, leaning back against the bar.
“Maybe you should go get us something to drink,” Elena replied following his eyes and noticing his person (skank) of interest, “Nevermind, I'll be waiting all night..."
Damon ruffled her hair and smiled, "Whiskey sour?" Elena nodded and Damon leaned in close to her ear, "She's got nothing on you, I'll be back in a bit."
Elena rolled her eyes, and Damon winked at her and walked away.
“Wait a minute,” Sophia stated, utterly confused at their interaction. “You guys aren’t dating? You act like a married couple!”
“Damon and I? It’s not like that,” Elena replied, “We’re just really good friends” She said, her eyes firmly on his back.
But as she watched talk to the blonde, she couldn’t help but think that there was something more.
***
It’s me, I’m a freak
but thanks for lovin’ me
Cause you’re doing it perfectly
***
“This movie is so unbelievably bad,” Damon said his voice dripping with boredom and fatigue. “How did I let you talk me into this?”
“Stop complaining.” Elena shoved his side. “You like action movies. You won’t let me watch anything else.”
“Ouch!” Damon sneezed, “Not ones with talking robots,”
Reaching out to the table next to her, she pulled a tissue from the box and passed it to him. Mumbling his thanks, he sneezed twice more and was promptly handed the box and raspberry-scented hand sanitizer.
“You’re lucky I didn’t put the new Channing Tatum movie on,” she replied back, watching as he shivered and retreated further into the blanket. She walked to doorway to increase the heat and grabbed him another blanket from the closet. “Here,” she tossed the blanket at him and headed to kitchen, “I’m going to heat you up some soup.”
Opening the blanket and haphazardly wrapping it around himself, he shouted to her, “I don’t want any of that canned garbage, thank you very much.”
With a wooden spoon in hand, Elena stepped into the doorway of the living room, “You’re unbelievable Damon -”
“That’s what a lot of girls say when I -“
“Enough!” Elena shouted, her irritation getting the best of her. “While you were sleeping, I made you homemade soup just the way you like it,” She mocked.
“I hope you put in extra carrots… and tomatoes.” He listed off, “Did you use alphabet soup? You know I like spelling out dirty words.”
Gritting her teeth, she turned and stomped back into the kitchen to stir the soup, ignoring his requests -- and ignoring the feeling of stabbing him with the Butcher’s knife.
(She did add the extra carrots, and alphabet pasta, because that’s the way she liked it too)
He’s so irritating when he’s sick, she thought as she stirred the soup.
Damon had somehow caught a cold within the last few days. Probably because he never bothered to wear a heavy jacket (Which is why she bought him one for Christmas), although he insisted otherwise.
Today was the first day she was able to stay home and take care of him (cater to his every need). Not that he noticed. He spent half the day sleeping, and the other talking her ear off (More like complaining).
But to be honest, she kind of liked taking care of him.
Ever since that night at the club with her friends, she couldn’t help but to start to think of Damon in a different light. No longer was he the best friend who was with her at every turn, he was something more.
A tingle down her back as she imagined being with him, kissing him, stroking his hair…
“Elena! Is it ready? I’m about to jump off the balcony!” Damon yelled, clearly sick of the movie.
Checking to make sure that the soup was perfectly heated, she poured two mugs, and brought them over to whiny man on the couch. She laughed as she saw his appearance, and set the mugs on the coffee table. “Damon, what would you do if I wasn’t here?” She asked as she fixed the blanket he put around himself.
Damon grinned, “Definitely watch better movies.”
She looked at him and sighed. Grabbing his mug, she passed it to him and walked up to the DVD player to switch the movie.
“Hey--!” He yelled, as he saw Channing Tatum’s face appear on the screen. Angrily, he brought the spoon to his mouth, sipped and closed his eyes, “Oh my god, this is amazing!”
Elena smiled and settled back into the sofa and gracefully sipped her soup.
“Why am I just trying this now? What else have you been holding back?” He asked, as he devoured the soup and handed his mug to her, wanting more.
Elena rolled her eyes and the mug from his outstretched arm, “I’ve been told I make an amazing Tiramisu,” she replied. “Want me to make it for you tomorrow? I was planning on doing a bit of grocery shopping. I can pick up the ingredients if you want”
The sound that Damon made from the back of his throat made her tingle, “Yes. I want you to cook for me for the rest of my life!” He looked her in the eye, “Marry me, please.”
She laughed, “What would I get out of this deal? Will you clean?”
Damon let back laughter and look her in the eye, “No, but I’ll promise to look sexy forever.”
“Looking sexy at 400 pounds?” She smiled, “I might take you up on that just to see it happen.” She got up to pour him more soup from the kitchen.
“If anyone could pull it off, it would be me!”
She handed him the mug, and sat down, watching Channing’s abs grace the screen and sighed with a dreamy look on her face.
The spoon halfway to his mouth, Damon craned his neck and looked at the woman beside him making disgusting sounds at the actor’s body.
(Although he definitely wouldn’t mind is she sighed at him that way)
“Come on Elena,” He said, clearly sickened at the thought that she would find anyone else attractive but him, “I’m so much better looking than he is.”
Elena whipped her head around, eyes shocked “Are you jealous Damon?” She asked in a laughing tone. “Over Channing Tatum? Alert the press!”
Damon put down his soup, and turned his body towards hers, “No I’m not. I’m stating a simple fact. I’m hotter. End of discussion.”
“You’re totally jealous!”
“No I’m not,” He shrugged out of his blanket and launched himself at her, pushing her down on the sofa. “I’m not,” he repeated as he began tickling her.
Crying out in laughter, she squirmed away from him to no avail, “Stop! Stop!”
“Not until you say I’m hotter,” he replied, his breathing was starting to get heavy as he looked at the beautiful woman beneath him. The only woman that he wanted since he first laid eyes on her.
“I give up!" she replied still laughing as his fingers danced around her body, “You’re so much hotter!”
Fingers stilled, he watched as she rose on her elbows, their faces inches away. “Really?” He asked, watching her eyes sparkle.
“Yes.” Smiling, she closed the distance between them and shivered at the feeling of his lips on hers. How did she wait all this time to taste him? To be with him?
Minutes, hours passed, and Damon slowly pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. He couldn’t believe that this was finally happening.
(Especially since he’s been waiting for it for years)
Blue eyes met brown, “I’ll get you sick,” he mentioned as he wrapped the blanket around both of them.
Elena smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back down on the sofa with her, “I’ll risk it.”
The movie was left forgotten in the background.