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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Vampire_Diaries_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Elena_Gilbert/Tyler_Lockwood
  Character:
      Elena_Gilbert, Tyler_Lockwood
  Additional Tags:
      Grief/Mourning, Comfort_Sex, Drunk_Sex, Porn_Battle, Porn, Underage
      Drinking
  Collections:
      Porn_Battle_XIII_(Lucky_Thirteen)
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-06 Words: 570
****** Ritual ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     It's something they only do after funerals.
Notes
     For the following prompts at the Porn Battle: Elena/Tyler, funeral,
     grieving, drinking.
It’s something they only do after funerals. (Her parents, Vicki, his
father, now Jenna.) It’s become ritualized, almost spiritual, a vital
part of their grieving process.
Tyler finds Elena in their old spot, the tree house in the old oak tree in the
Lockwoods’ backyard. When they were seven, they spent hours here,
pretending it was a pirate ship they were sailing across the Atlantic.
He hands her the bottle of booze. She doesn’t even look at the label,
just takes it from him, unscrewing the top and raising it to her mouth.
It’s whiskey, rich and burning on her tongue. Elena swallows several big
gulps before Tyler takes it from her.
“Easy, Elena, save some for me.” He sits down next to her where
she is slouched against the wall. He drinks some, hands it back to her. She
takes her turn, passes it back to him. They continue like that, in silence,
until the bottle is empty. At some point Tyler’s hand finds
Elena’s, and now she’s gripping him tightly, their fingers
interlaced.
“I’m sorry, Elena,” he whispers, and she realizes that
she’s crying. He pulls her to him, kissing her tears. “I’m
so sorry.”
“Don’t talk, Ty,” she says. “That’s not what
we’re here for. Can you…” It’s hard for her to say,
to be blunt and crude and tell him what she needs. But it’s okay,
because this is Tyler. They’ve done this before; he understands.
“Just shut up and fuck me, Tyler.”
And then his mouth is hot on her neck, his teeth grazing the column of her
throat as his hands move up her skirt, find the waistband of her panties. She
gasps and lifts her hips to give him better access, feels the cool air against
her pussy as he pulls them off.
Tyler draws away from her, unbuckling his belt as he stands. He holds out his
hand and Elena takes it, letting him pull her to feet. She unbuttons his fly
and pulls his pants down over his thighs, and then his boxers. They drop to the
ground and he kicks out of them, stumbling towards her. She catches him, wraps
her arms around his neck as he pushes her against the wall. Elena jumps up a
little to give him more leverage as he hikes her skirt up and lifts her. She
wraps her legs around him.
Tyler’s cock is hard and pressing against her hipbone. Elena’s
cunt is as wet as her cheeks. Tyler looks at her, his big brown eyes
questioning, and she nods in ascent. He raises her up another few inches, moves
in closer, and enters her.
He fucks her hard, the splintery wood stinging her bare ass, her head banging
dully against the wall, thud thud thud. She comes first, with a sound that
might be relief, or might be anguish. She buries her head in the crook of his
neck, rocking into him as he finishes.
After, they slide back to the floor. Tyler is on his back, Elena spread out on
top of him. He pulls her skirt back down to cover her, even though he’s
still naked from the waist down beneath her.
“Thank you,” Elena whispers.
“Any time, Elena.”
Elena closes her eyes and tries not to think about the next time. Because there
will be a next time, there always is, and she can’t worry about whom
she’ll lose next.
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