Feel You Floating

From the song Please Myself by Shawnee Smith

Pairing: Damon/Elena

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I hope L.J. Smith or the CW doesn't pull an "Anne Rice" because I LOVE writing FanFiction about it! I don't own it, if I did, Ian Somerhalder would probably NEVER have clothes on! :D

…you laugh like I'm kidding…

Summary: ONE-SHOT: Elena uses Damon's shower and can't help fantasizing about him.

Written for tvd_anon prompt meme on Livejournal

Damn him, damn him, damn him! Was Elena's thoughts as she stared in horror and anger at the blood-splattered shower walls in Stefan's bathroom. Stefan had insisted (if not threatened) that Elena stay at the Boarding House for the week, and now she had no way of taking a shower.

"Use mine." Damon appeared unemotionally behind her, seemingly unfazed by the morbid picture before him.

She turned back to Stefan's shower and sighed. She knew she had no choice. After all, it was just a shower. She'd be in and out in 15 minutes tops.

After having Damon show her how to use the shower, she turned the water on hot and stripped. She closed her eyes as the warm water soothed the muscles in her neck and back.

This showerhead is amazing. She thought peacefully. No wonder Damon smelled so clean all the time. She didn't think she'd be able to get out. She bit her lip thinking of Damon, the hot water sliding down his bare chest and back, his wet black hair contrasting with the sharp blue of his eyes. She shivered.

If only Damon was in here with me… She giggled at her sudden naughty thought. Oh, she'd definitely be willing to scrub his back. She grabbed the loofa in her hand and squirted her cherry vanilla body wash on it. She scrubbed her arms and chest lightly, then gasped as she washed her sensitive breasts. She was aroused.

She finished washing her body and watched as the water rinsed the soap bubbled off her olive skin. She bit her lip and listened closely for any sign of anyone's presence. She slowly let her fingers run down her neck, down to the overheated skin of her breasts. She lightly pinched a nipple and gasped, then moaned.

Her mind went to Damon's naked, wet body against her back, his fingers running down her stomach before slipping a finger inside of her wet heat. She threw her head back against his shoulder (the shower wall) as he (in the form of her own finger) began pumping in and out of her at a quickened pace.

"Damon…" She moaned softly and added another finger. Her face twisted in pleasure as she came closer and closer to coming.

"Damon" teased her clit and her juices ran down her thighs, mixing with the shower water. In her mind, he appeared in front of her and gripped her hips, pressing her against the cool glass of his shower wall. He abruptly slid into her and she gasped as his cock set off all new tingles in her lower belly. He began fucking her roughly against the wall and she threw her head back, moaning in pleasure.

"Ooh, Damooon!" She moaned loudly and he whispered in her ear, "Yes, Elena?"

Her fingers moved faster in herself as she lost track of what was real and what was just in her own fantasy. "Harder," she pleaded.

Her fingers moved faster and harder, curling inside of her as her legs began to tremble.

"Come for me, Elena." He demanded roughly.

"Damon!" She gasped as her inner walls squeezed her fingers, her juices spilling out into her hand.

Breathing heavily as she came down she realized something…off.

She turned around and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Damon, fully clothed under the spray of the shower, smirked at her.

He then raised an eyebrow. "My turn?"

THE END