2 comments/ 8628 views/ 8 favorites All I Need By: SweetSacrifice Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries, any of the characters, or anything having to do with the books or the show. Author's Note: This is a Delena (Damon/Elena) one-shot fanfiction. I might turn it into more, but we'll have to see. This is a slight rewrite to episode 1×19, 'Miss Mystic Falls.' What happens when Damon and Elena share an intense connection on the dance floor? Damon Salvatore had been watching her for months, long before they had met. Elena Gilbert was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, even more so than Katherine, who was Elena's twin. Well, at least on the outside. On the inside, they couldn't be more different. They both had long brown hair, mesmerizing brown eyes, and curves to die for, but personality wise, they couldn't have been more different. Maybe that was part of what drew Damon to Elena in the first place; he wasn't entirely sure. All he knew was that he wanted her, but there was one problem with that. She was enamored with his saintly brother, Stefan. It ALWAYS came back to Stefan. Damon growled inwardly at the thought of his annoyingly self-righteous brother, even though at the moment, he was off God knows where, and one of the contestants of the Miss Mystic Falls pageant was conveniently missing as well. If Damon knew his brother like he pretty damn well did by now, he was feeding off of the poor girl and figuring out what to do with her body. Damon didn't focus on that, though. He pushed the thought out of his mind and smirked to himself as he thought of how he was going to comfort Elena when she found out the truth about Stefan's true nature. There were quite a few ways in which he could do that, and he had a feeling that it would be easier for him since he looked irresistibly sexy in the suit he was currently wearing. The dark hue of his tie and the crisp whiteness of his shirt made his icy blue eyes look even bluer, a feature that not a lot of girls could resist. His raven black hair was lightly tousled; he never bothered with hair gel the way Stefan did. Damon rolled his eyes at the thought and his thoughts drifted back to Elena. He and Elena had already had a short discussion regarding Stefan's favorite snack; human blood. Understandably, she wasn't very happy. Stefan walked in in the middle of their conversation, and Damon, being the gentleman that he was – well, sometimes – left them alone to talk. Somewhere along the way, Stefan had gone missing, which brought them to that moment. Damon didn't know what happened, and he didn't particularly care. He was willing and ready to do everything he could to get under Elena's skin, and under her dress. For one thing, he had conveniently left out the part about the fact that his brother was missing until the last possible minute. Stefan was supposed to be Elena's escort and dance partner for the pageant, but since he was nowhere to be found, Damon took it upon himself to graciously step in and take his place. The moment had come. Mayor Lockwood's voice rang out throughout the foyer, "Miss Elena Gilbert, escorted by Mr. Stefan Salvatore." Elena looked unsure of herself as she slowly descended the staircase, scanning the crowd for Stefan. Her eyes looked sad, but she had her gorgeous smile plastered onto her face as she made one more sweeping glance around the room. To make it look spontaneous, Damon pushed his way carefully through the crowd to stand at the bottom of the staircase. When Elena's eyes met his, she looked stunned for half a second, then a look of palpable relief washed over her soft face. Damon gave a little smile in return. Her smile still on her face, she whispered "Where's Stefan?" "I don't know," Damon whispered in return. He held out his hand to a worried Elena, and she took it, once again putting on her fake yet beautiful smile. He led her through the makeshift arched doorway and out onto the dance floor as the music started to play. Elena curtsied, and Damon bowed at the same time. When their faces were close enough, Elena whispered "What are we going to do?" Damon quickly replied, "Right now, we just have to get through this." Elena gave a small nod, a fleeting worried look in her eyes, and the two started to dance. The dance itself was simple, but the look that passed between them spoke volumes of the pent-up tension that was only rising between them. They barely touched for the first part, as the dance dictated, but when they joined for the second half, the world melted away. Damon could see it in her eyes and in the small, genuine smile she gave him. The dance ended, the audience applauded, and they bowed and curtsied to each other once more, respectively. "Aren't they beautiful? We will announce which of these young ladies will be the first Miss Mystic Falls in about half an hour. Please stay until then and enjoy yourselves." Mayor Lockwood smiled to the crowd and bowed respectfully, and Elena and Damon walked hand in hand from the dance floor behind the other contestants and their escorts. When they had a moment of privacy, Elena pulled Damon aside and gave him a look that made his cock twitch in his pants. He could practically feel her blood rushing through her veins as her heart started beating faster, and that only made him desire her more. "Damon, when we were out there dancing, I felt something powerful pass between us; I can't explain it." Her voice was soft and her eyes bore into his. He took the first leap, hoping Elena wouldn't resist him again. "Then let's do something about it." He quickly used his heightened senses to sense if there was anyone near enough to see them; there wasn't, so he took her hand and pulled her into the nearest room, locking the door behind them. "But what about Stefan?" Elena was breathing more heavily now, her chest heaving with each breath she took. Damon couldn't help but admire the way her breasts swelled under the top of her dress. "What my little brother doesn't know won't hurt him." The smile he gave her then, one full of carnal desire and dark promise, and the last of her resolve melted away. Elena threw her arms around his neck, her body pressing flush against his as she kissed him. Damon was taken aback for a mere second; he never expected her to make the first move. He went with it, though, and his hands went to her hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled her so that her core was pressed against his erection. The contact made her gasp, and she kissed him harder. Damon decided to take control back. He pushed her roughly against the wall and lifted her dress up to her waist. "Don't want to wrinkle your pretty dress," he smirked as he unzipped it and lifted it over her head. Elena nodded and helped him then laid it on the back of a chair. Damon shrugged his jacket off his shoulders, and Elena's hands were on him again, fumbling with the button on his pants. "I need you, Damon," she panted as she freed his cock and stopped to stare at it. He was so much longer and thicker than Stefan! She involuntarily licked her lips as she stroked it gently and looked up at him, instantly becoming lost in his mesmerizing blue eyes. Wordlessly, Damon ripped her panties from her body, lifted her and nudged her legs until she wrapped them around his waist, and thrust up into her, all in one smooth motion. They simultaneously moaned as every inch of his cock sank into her tight pussy. Elena didn't know how wet she was until he entered her, and he slid in easily. "Take me," she breathed. Damon kissed her hard again as he began slamming his thick cock into her again and again, the pure force of his lust for her driving him to new heights of desire. He growled as he concentrated his superhuman speed to his hips and thrust out of Elena with inhuman force, making her cry out in mixed pleasure and pain. Damon crushed his mouth to hers to muffle her cries. Elena ripped her face away and got the all-too-familiar euphoric look on her face; the one that Damon so loved seeing on all of his partners' faces. "Damon, don't stop, I'm gonna- OH FUCK! DAMON!" She buried her face in his neck as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, her screams of pleasure muffled against Damon's warm skin. The way her inner muscles clamped around his cock nearly made him let go, but he wasn't done with her yet, and he told her so. "I'm not done with you yet." His voice was a low, dangerous growl as he fucked her with a force that she hadn't known with Matt or with Stefan. This wasn't making love; this was pure, animalistic, no-holds-barred fucking, and Elena hadn't realized just how much she needed it. The realization of this combined with the intensity of their connection triggered another orgasm more powerful than her first one. She started seeing stars as she clung to Damon for dear life and wave after wave of her seemingly endless orgasm threatened to make her lose consciousness. Finally, Damon couldn't take it anymore. Being inside her felt too good; he needed this too badly. He needed her. He groaned loudly as he thrust hard up into her one more time and came so hard that it hurt. He kept thrusting, not wanting their moment to be over yet. He finished cumming after what felt like an hour and moved his hand down between them to move his fingers with unbelievable speed over her clit, immediately triggering another orgasm from Elena. "Damon, it's too much, I can't!" she cried out between her moans of ecstasy. "You can, and you will." To prove his point, he kept rubbing her, and she came undone around him, her pussy muscles clamping down almost rhythmically around his still-hard cock. "I'm still not finished with you." He pressed his forehead to hers as he started thrusting into her again. "We have to go back soon," she moaned but made no move to stop him. "I'll have you back in plenty of time." His eyes were full of something Elena couldn't place, but the way he looked at her nearly made her cum again. "Fuck me harder," she pleaded. "No one has given me pleasure like this." "I've waited so long for you to say that." Damon groaned as he obliged her request for him to go faster. He fucked her with abandon, and after a while, Elena couldn't tell whether she was having a series of orgasms or one never-ending one. Damon came inside her again with a force he hadn't felt in a long time. Once he finished, he was still rock hard, but their half hour was almost up. "We have to go," he moaned as he slowly pulled out of her and let her down. "We'll have just enough time to straighten ourselves out and separately go back to the foyer." Elena nodded then pulled her dress back over her head, and Damon smirked as he saw how unsteady she was on her feet. "I'm surprised that no one went looking for us," she admitted. "Will you help me zip this up?" "I would be glad to." Damon stepped up behind her after fixing his pants and zipped the bodice of her dress back up, kissing her neck gently. "You are so beautiful," he murmured. He fixed a wayward lock of her dark hair and mustered up the courage to ask the question he'd been afraid to ask. "Was this a one-time thing?" Elena turned around and looked at him incredulously. "You're kidding, right? After being fucked like that, I can't imagine going back to Stefan." Damon didn't say anything; he just smiled and pulled her face to his for a soft, tender kiss. "I was so hoping you would answer that way," he murmured. "We will be announcing Miss Mystic Falls in five minutes! Please, make your way to the foyer." Mayor Lockwood's voice boomed from somewhere in the house, and Damon and Elena were brought back to reality. "That's our cue," she sighed. "Can we meet up later tonight and continue where we left off?" She bit her lip and adjusted the strap that was starting to fall down her shoulder, and Damon followed the movements of her fingers with his own, leaving a trail of warmth on Elena's skin that made her shudder pleasurably. "Come to the boarding house at around ten. I'll find something for Stefan to do." He waved his hand dismissively. "Speaking of that, how am I going to tell him?" she sighed. "He needs me right now." Damon could see the hurt in her eyes as she said this, and he somehow knew that it wasn't because she was broken up about ending things with Stefan. "Hey," he said softly. "If he needed you, he would have been here today, and he wouldn't be off God knows where right now." He laid a hand along her cheek and she leaned into his touch. "And I have a feeling he wasn't kind to you during your last encounter." He tried to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, but it came out anyway. "You're right; you're absolutely right." She sighed as she smoothed her skirt down. "I'll talk to him the next time I see him; I think I know how to handle it." "I know you do." Damon gently kissed her forehead. "Now you go back out there first; if anyone asks, just say you had to run home and get something." Elena nodded and left the room, again plastering on her fake smile, and Damon used his vampire speed to whip out of the room, take a different direction, and slip unseen into an empty spot in the back of the crowd. As Elena stood on the stage, she gave him a small wave, which no one saw but him. He smirked in response and his thoughts ran wild as Mayor Lockwood made some boring speech about the inspiration and history behind the pageant. He announced the winner, but Damon wasn't paying attention. He was too busy thinking about his encounter with Elena, and as he thought about the way she fell apart around him, his cock stirred in his pants. It was going to be really hard to wait until that night to have her again. Elena was feeling the same way as she gave Caroline a congratulatory hug. She had a connection with Damon that she didn't have with Stefan. Now she just had to figure out how to explain that to him without sounding too harsh. She assured herself that it was going to be okay and went back to the party, quickly finding Damon, and the two of them managed to look innocent as they danced and laughed their way into the night. All I Need "Kitten, you home?" I heard him call out as he opened the front door of our home. The house was dark but since I had texted him earlier asking if he would be home soon, he knew I was in. I felt too tired to speak as I heard his footsteps approaching the living room. I watched his silhouette stop in the doorway to the living room, surprised on seeing me sitting in complete darkness huddled up on the sofa with a blanket around me and seemingly just staring into space. "Darling?" he asked quietly, not wanting to startle me in case I hadn't heard him come in. Looking up I saw him turning on a small lamp that illuminated the room as he walked over and perched himself on the arm of the sofa. When I had got in I had felt cold and tired and all I had wanted to do was curl up in his arms. "You alright, kitten?" he spoke, softly stroking my hair before planting a kiss on the top of my head. "Had a horrible day but I'm better now that you're home," I smiled, reaching out and linking my hand with his. "I'm sorry to hear that... want to talk about it?" he asked, stroking my face. "No, not really. Just want a cuddle," I replied with a small smile, gazing up into his warm eyes. Sliding his arms around my body and pulling me closer to him, he noticed how cold I was. "Baby, you're freezing," he sounded concerned, as he tightened his grip on me and rubbed his hands over my back. "It was pouring when I got off work and I didn't have an umbrella with me," I explained, "Think I'm just tired though." I yawned, snuggling against his strong arms. "Do you want to go upstairs and share a long, leisurely bath?" he whispered against my hair, feeling my hands run up and down his upper thigh. "Mmm... that sounds good. It might be just what I need," I sighed, already starting to feel much better now that he was home. "Come with me then," he smiled as he removed the blanket from around me and pulled me to my feet. Linking his fingers with mine, he slowly lifted each one in turn, kissing the back of each hand affectionately, before taking me with him upstairs to our master bedroom. "Get undressed, baby and I'll go run the bath," he said, planting a soft kiss on my lips and then disappeared into the en-suite bathroom. I let my clothes fall to the floor in a heap at my feet, too tired to care about the mess. All I wanted was to soak in the warm water in our bath, snuggled in his strong arms and erase the memory of the day I had had. Wandering into the bathroom, a small smile tugged at my lips when I found him leaning over the spacious bathtub, checking the water. Leaning against the doorframe, I let my eyes drop and found myself staring at his firm arse, the tight fitting dark jeans pulled even tighter as he bent over the bath, the material snug around his toned buttocks making me itch to touch it. Stepping up behind him and circling my arms around his body, I smiled as I felt him jump slightly in my arms, having obviously not heard me come in. "I missed you when I got home today," I mumbled against his broad back, slipping my hands under the hem of his T-shirt at the front and running my hands across his muscular upper body, loving the feel of his chest hair tangling in my fingers. Turning off the tabs, he straightened himself in my embrace and turned around to face me. Wrapping his arms around my lithe body, his hands instantly gravitated downwards my toned bum, each hand grasping a buttock and gently kneading the peachy flesh. "Missed you too, baby. But I'm here now..." he trailed off before leaning down and capturing my lips in a tender and unhurried kiss. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmured as he broke the kiss and looked down at my naked body, his jeans tightening around his groin. Blushing, I looked up at him through lowered lashes and he stared into my eyes for a while. "Get into the bath, kitten, and I'll join you in a second," he smiled, letting go of me. Making sure the water wasn't too hot, I slowly eased myself into the bath and lowered my body down, sighing as the warm water enveloped my body. Looking up at him, watching me the whole time, I smiled as I gazed at his naked body and felt certain parts of my anatomy twitch. Walking over to the bath, he supported himself on the marble edge of the tub as he stepped in and slowly sank down into the warm water behind me, pulling my body close to his. "How are you feeling, baby?" he asked softly, running his hands up and down my arms in soothing motions. "Much better," I sighed, tipping my head back against his shoulder and giving him a loving smile. Grabbing his hands, I guided his arms tighter around my body as I lay back against him and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm, wet skin against my own as he pulled his strong muscular arms even closer around my small body. "Good," he replied, sounding a little relieved. He always hated it when I was down or upset and left no stone unturned to make sure I felt okay. "I love you," he whispered against my ear, his breath hot on my skin, which sent a shiver down my back. "I love you too," I muttered contentedly, snuggling further into his embrace, causing the water to gently lap between us. I relaxed completely in his arms as his fingers softly stroked the wet skin on my upper arms and one foot lovingly caressed my leg. I saw him smiling to himself as he gazed down at my face. "What?" I demanded. He shook his head. "Just seeing how beautiful you look, lying here in my arms, illuminated only by the soft light," he smiled. "Hmm... I like the feeling of you naked against me," I said all of a sudden. "I like feeling you naked against me too," he laughed, his hands dipping below the water and cupping my breasts in his hands, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands and playing with my nipples. Opening my eyes, I pushed into his touch, biting my bottom lip as I felt his erection growing against my back. Twisting my head, I brushed my lips against his, our tongues immediately coming out to play as they slowly slid over each other, tasting and licking and slipping in and out of our warm, familiar mouths. Sliding one arm round his neck, I tangled my fingers in his short brown strands, pulling gently at them. As we continued to leisurely kiss, tongues wounding round their counterpart, he ran his hands over my taught stomach and down to my core, my quiet moans being swallowed by our kiss as his fingers came into contact with my already erect clit. I gently spread my legs, giving him better access to my moist opening as he dipped in one hand, spreading my lips while his other hand slipped over my clit, circling the erect nub with the tips of his fingers and occasionally flicking it with his thumb, teasing me. Moving his lips from my mouth and down my neck, he placed tiny, feather light kisses along my neck and down to my collarbone, nibbling and sucking at the delicate skin before soothing it with his tongue. I couldn't stop a whimper as he slipped a finger inside my tight, wet hole, lazily thrusting the finger in and out of me, the feeling of the warm water lapping at my core and his shaft hardening against my lower back heightening all my senses. "Want you," he murmured against my neck as he slipped a second finger into my wet hole, feeling my walls stretch around his fingers, making him itch to have his engorged flesh buried deep within me. "Want you too," I croaked, pushing myself slightly onto his fingers and causing a delicious friction as my back stroked over his shaft that was trapped between our bodies. Letting his fingers slip from my core, I slowly turned around facing him in the bath, making his weeping erection spring free between us. Not caring that my knees were hurting slightly from the position I was in, I straddled his body and wrapped my arms round his neck, pressing my lips against his in a more passionate kiss. Gliding his hands down my wet back and under the water, his strong hands cupped my firm arse, pulling my body closer to his and causing me to let out a small moan as my nipples rubbed against his chest hair. Desperately needing to touch him, I ran one hand down over his broad chest, my fingers tangling in the dark chest hair, following his snail trail until my hand came into contact with his rock hard erection. Wrapping my hand slowly around the weeping shaft, I gently began to stroke up and down, feeling him hardening in my hand. He rocked his hips lazily into my touch as I kept pumping him, increasing the burning sensation in his groin. Trailing his wet hands up my back, he wrapped his wet fingers in my locks, deepening the kiss as he plunged his tongue into my warm mouth, tasting all of me. "Need to love you," he breathed deeply against my kiss-swollen lips, his voice huskier than normal, "Need to be inside you." Releasing my grip on his erection, I dipped my hand further down and grasped his balls, playing with them and rolling them around in my hand, pulling gently at the heavy sack, knowing how much he liked having his balls played with. "Oh God..." he groaned, his eyes dropping closed as he threw his head back, his lips slightly parted and looking totally fuckable. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to be intimate with him, to have him push his thick, hard flesh into my tight little hole and fill me up completely. Giving his balls a final squeeze, I ran my hand up his strong muscular arms as he opened his orbs and locked eyes with me, boring right into my soul as they showed nothing but love and desire for me. Running the flat of his thumb lovingly along my red kiss swollen lips, he couldn't stop a whimper as my tongue sneaked out and wound around his thumb, sucking it into my mouth; the very action almost sending him over the edge as a copious amount of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his rigid shaft and seeped into the water. He pulled his hand back and drew my face closer to him, sharing a deep, meaningful kiss. As our tongues sensually flicked against each other, he slowly moved his hands down my side, feeling me shudder lightly at his touch as his hands came to rest on my hips. Gripping at my soft skin, he carefully guided me closer to his rock hard arousal. Steadying myself on his shoulders, I rocked my wet centre over the tip of his leaking flesh, both of us groaning deeply into the kiss, his hard erection throbbing against my twitching hole in anticipation. "Fuck..." he moaned loudly, wrenching his mouth from mine and biting down hard on his lip as I sat down on his hard length in one swift movement, my wet hole incredibly tight around his straining flesh, our position causing his erection to slip that impossible bit deeper inside of me. I whimpered and threw my head back, the sensation of being filled up so quickly almost too much. I felt my walls being stretched as they clasped around his long, thick erection. Moving one hand into my hair, he forced my face towards his crashing his lips on mine as I wrapped my hands tightly in his hair and started to move up and down his engorged flesh. His fingers clutched at my pert arse, helping my movements as he thrust up into me on my downwards push, repeatedly filling me up to the hilt as we set up a steady rhythm. Thrusting in and out of me as best as his position would allow him, he hungrily kissed me as he slid his hands up my back, almost clawing at the skin, my walls clenching around his erection. "So close..." he rasped, as his hard flesh slipped into me, my tight walls grinding against him and sending him closer to the edge. I knew I was close myself, so pushing down on him forcefully a few more times, my body suddenly jerked and my walls constricted around him, drawing him deep inside of me as I came on a long, liquid moan, his name spilling from my lips. He couldn't hold on any longer at the feeling of my walls clenching around his erection and digging his nails into my back, he shot his load into me, filling my insides up with his semen. We both were panting as my body slumped against his, our foreheads resting against each other's as his shaft remained buried inside of me. As we sat in each other's arms, trying to get our breaths back, he placed tiny kisses along my lips, his hands idly drawing patterns on the soft skin of my back. Kissing me tenderly, we enjoyed the intimacy, savouring the aftermath of our lovemaking. "I love you so much," I whispered hoarsely, my emotions getting the better of me after the draining day I had had, the tips of my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "I love you too, kitten... more than anything else in this world," he murmured, nothing but sincerity in his eyes. My heart soared as I gave him a rather sleepy smile and leaned in, brushing my lips softly against his, sharing a long, languid kiss. "Do you want to go and snuggle in bed?" his voice barely audible, as his lips ghosted over mine. "Mmm...I like snuggling up in bed when we're all warm and sleepy," I sighed, my eyes almost dropping close as fatigue hit me. He gently slid out of my body, making me whimper slightly at the loss of contact. Pulling the plug in the bath, he slowly clambered out of the tub as the water started to disappear. Shivering as the cool air in the bathroom hit his warm wet skin, he grabbed a towel, quickly drying his body before reaching for another towel, and helping me out of the bath. He held out the big white fluffy towel for me, letting me step into it as he rubbed it down my body. Keeping the towels aside, he kissed my nose before I padded into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed, stretching my body against the soft, fresh sheets, feeling content and loved. He made his way into the bedroom, smiling when he saw the sated and relaxed look on my face as my sleepy eyes followed him wandering over to the bed. Lying down next to me, he pulled the duvet over us, enveloping us in our own little cocoon as he pulled me close to him. Resting my head on his shoulder, I idly ran my fingers across his hairy chest. "Thanks for being there. You always know how to make me feel better," I smiled contentedly, my eyes heavy with sleep. "I promised you that I'd always take care of you and that will never change," he murmured, sliding one arm round my waist, his fingers circling across my lower back. "Feel tired..." I yawned, entwining my legs with his and snuggling closer to his warm body. "Go to sleep, baby," he said quietly, wrapping his strong arms tighter around my body and kissing my hair. "Good night," I mumbled, already dozing off. "Good night, kitten," he whispered, as he drifted off to sleep as well.