The theme here is Delena and motels, as the motel scene is my favourite Delena moment in the books. This one here is very different, of course :)

The title and song for this fic belong to Digital Daggers- I surrender.

I own nothing but my imagination.

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I sweep my glance across the room; it looks the exact same way the one before had, and the one before. I`m starting to lose track of how many days we had spent on the road, and how many nights we had slept in rooms, not much different from this one.

It is all getting repetitive, if not tiresome.

My eyes contemplate green walls and matching curtains, a bedside table and a small wardrobe, a TV set and a small fridge; the standard furnishing, no luxuries. Luxuries are the last thing on my mind right now; I`m just grateful to see a bed in front of me.

A double bed, covered in plain white sheets.

I sigh heavily, as I collapse on the bed, feeling all exhausted and not even bothering to take my shoes off. The mattress is very uncomfortable, its lumps and springs digging into my body, even through my clothes; but I am too tired to notice any of it.

And too numb to care about trivial shit anymore.

My mind absentmindedly wonders where Damon had gone to after giving me the keys to the room and the thought of him is the last coherent thought I have, before my lids close and I drift off to sleep.

When I wake up, the room is dark and I wonder where I am for a moment, before it all comes back to me; lately, the days are all blurred in a mixture of dusty road trips and faceless motel rooms, days and nights losing their meaning as we are crossing almost half of the country, following the vague instructions Bonnie was able to give us.

I look around in the darkened room and my eyes make out Damon`s dark silhouette, staring out of the window. I am aware that I`m suddenly relieved and happy to see him; for a moment, no longer than a heartbeat, the completely irrational thought of him leaving me sends a treacherous chill down my spine.

Of course he wouldn`t; we`ve already come this far. I can`t help but feel guilty sometimes, knowing that he felt responsible for me, but nothing could dissuade me from coming with him to find Stefan. I know that when we eventually find him, he is going to need me.

Maybe they are both going to need me.

As always his presence provides me with a sense of security and comfort, however fleeting, before I remember the real reason for us being here.

Stefan, of course, and the thought of him immediately evokes the familiar pang of creeping anguish and maddening worry right back into place, shoving the placidity of Damon`s presence aside.

He senses that I`m awake and turns to look at me, his eyes almost gleaming in the dark with their intense blue.

My head is still heavy and drowsy from my slumber and I rub my eyes with my palms, in attempt to shake to sleep off.

I blink at him as I notice that his hair looks damp and my mind register the sound of the rain, pattering against the window.

"What time is it?" I ask him, as I stretch my arms and notice that he had removed my shoes off. It must be him, as I don`t remember taking them off.

"Just a little past nine. Wanna grab dinner?" he offers and I can see his concern for me in his eyes. I don`t remember when was the last time I had decent food in my stomach, but I don`t really care. Food is the last thing on my mind right now.

"What about you?" I ask, as I make my way to the bathroom. Deciding I can take my shower later, I just splash some cold water on my face and start brushing my teeth with one of the cheap toothbrushes the motel provided.

"I already had mine" I hear him chuckle darkly and I decide not to ask any more questions. I shrug a little as I wipe my face dry with the motel towel; I don`t even dare look at myself in the mirror, afraid of what I might see in there. I look horrible and I know it, I don`t need mirrors for this.

"Huh, right..." I mutter as I my eyes wander around the room, trying to locate my handbag. I find it in the corner, where I had previously tossed it and I take out my hairbrush; my hair probably resembles a nest by now and I start vigorously brushing it out. A gasp escapes my lips as I try to untangle a knot and my eyes starts watering as I curse loudly.

I see him arching an eyebrow at me and before I can blink, he`s no longer sitting on the bed.

"Here, let me help you." I hear his voice behind me and he extracts the brush from my hands. I shiver slightly but not because I`m cold or anything.

"Hmm, thank you.." I murmur, my mouth suddenly dry and I close my eyes. He starts working the brush through my hair, his movements light and gentle as the brush glides slowly from root to the tip of my hair.

I stand completely frozen on my spot as he repeats the process and I can feel the bristles of the brush almost massaging my scalp; it feels downright erotical and goosebumps rise on my flesh.

It feels better than it should and I allow myself to forget everything for once and just feel.

The brush is no longer moving through my hair, but he`s still there, behind me; I can feel his cool breath as he lets out a sigh and his hand lightly touches my shoulder.

The bristles are replaced by his hand, gathering locks of my hair and running his fingers down the length and my head falls back.

I can hear my own heartbeat, thumping madly in my chest and I take a deep breath in attempt to calm myself down; I can only imagine the sound must be deafening to his ears.

The tension is so evident between our bodies, almost palpable; it makes me squirm a little.

Slowly, I turn my head to face him and my eyes fall on his, which are now much darker than their usual azure blue and I am captivated by his gaze.

Something drags me downwards in a spiral and I am sucked deeply in some sort of vacuum atmosphere in the closed space between our bodies; the world slows down as time cease to exist.

I can read the unspoken question there and my head slowly nods down, a movement barely discernible.

His face slowly descends on mine, as something is pulling him down to me and my head tilts in response to his movement as I surrender.

The tiny voice in my head, is desperately trying to tell me stop this, but I ignore it all the same, because next thing I know, the lips- his lips- are on mine and the room around me disappear.

We now stand in the middle of nowhere.

A jolt of shock and array of emotions surge through my body as his soft lips open mine and I allow him entrance. One of his hands gently rubs my back, while the other one slide up my neck and tangle in my hair.

I sigh heavily, forgetting all about hairbrushes and tangled knots.

I moan softly into his mouth as I feel him catching my bottom lip between his and sucking on it lightly as he wants to taste me.

He likes it, because he pulls my face harder and deepens the kiss as I whimper helplessly into his mouth.

I can feel his tongue now sliding further into my mouth and my entire body starts shaking, reacting to the kiss and his touch.

Reacting to him.

My breath comes out ragged as the voice in my head keeps screaming at me that I shouldn`t be doing any of this.

That we shouldn`t.

Oh, shut up already.

His touch sends shivers down my spine and I start to melt as he grabs me by the waist and pulls me and it feels so...

Heavenly sinful.

A heat is coursing through my body and pooling between my legs, making my underwear damp with the evidence of my arousal.

But then he releases his grip on me and steps back; my head is spinning but I make the effort to open my eyes, confused at his sudden retreat and I pray silently that I won`t collapse pathetically on the floor.

He grunts something incoherent and I see his eyes gleaming in the dark with tiny flickers of apprehension.

He looks beautiful in this moment with his hair dishevelled and uncertainty in his eyes, I've never seen in Damon before; there is something very innocent and vulnerable about him that makes him look like a young boy and I am enthralled by him.

All of a sudden I am painfully aware of the fact that he isn`t a boy; he is a man, capable of making my knees weak and my body tremble with foreign sensations, leaving me shaken to my very core.

And yes, I know that we shouldn`t.

But we would all the same, because this time I am the one that takes the step.

One step only and my lips are on his again, and my hands are cupping his face and I kiss him hard and deep, as I desperately pull him closer and closer to me.

No more words are uttered between us, no more questions asked; I don`t care to analyse anymore, because the moment I start to think and rationalise the situation, I know I`ll have to stop.

And I don`t want to.

I prefer this mind numbing state, this black hole, where nothing outside exists, where all thoughts are wiped clean and there`s room for nothing else but me and Damon. For all the things he makes me feel, for all the sensations his lips awake in my body; in this moment I feel alive.

I kiss him with all of the fervour I`ve been harbouring for so long and I hear him groan against my lips. His hands fall on my hips and he presses me to himself, his desire for me evident as I feel the bulge of his jeans pressed to my body.

My fingers run through his surprisingly soft, black hair and I grab a fistful, pushing him to lean on the wall as I continue to assault his mouth and our bodies grind together, seeking desperately contact and friction with one another.

The only sounds in the room are our heavy panting, mixed with the heavy thuds of the rain, still pattering against the window, but I hardly hear any of it.

His lips trace a line from my jaw down my neck and linger there for a moment, right at the point where he can feel the rapid pulsation of blood underneath my skin. His tongue is hot and burns everywhere he touches and another moan escapes me as I gnaw on my bottom lip.

My head falls backwards, exposing the soft skin on my throat perfectly as he buries his fingers in my hair; I expect to feel the bite any moment now, because I see the bloodlust written all over his face and I close my eyes in anticipation of the sharp sting.

Instead, all I feel is his lips; once again, placing a soft kiss on my cheek and his breath tickles me.

"I`m not gonna bite you, Elena," he murmurs lowly in my ear and I shiver. "You`re not food" he says again and I hear him chuckle in amusement.

I open my eyes and I meet his stare, the darkest blue possible, watching me intently under furrowed brow.

I`m still dazed, but also a little disappointed.

"You don`t bite only to feed. " I tell him, careful not to sound too bitter.

What was I thinking?

"No, we don`t. But that`s entirely different thing. You don`t wanna go there." He replies, his tone serious. What he doesn`t know probably is that telling me that I don`t want to go in there, will make me even more curious and wanting to go in "there".

Whatever that meant.

I can only pray to God that he won`t start asking questions right now, the kind of questions I don`t want to answer or hear the answers to.

I couldn`t tell him why am I doing any of this, because I don`t know myself. All I know is that I crave him. I crave him so wildly, with a deep seated need and desire, the thought of his lips on mine almost driving me mad.

So, I lift my head once again and look at him through my clouded stare. My eyes fall involuntary back on his lips, slightly swollen from our kisses and I am mesmerised.

His hand cups my chin and lifts it as he plants a butterfly kiss on my lips and sighs.

"You know, we shouldn`t." he says huskily.

"I know..." my voice trails off, " But I want to."

"I don`t want you to regret this later." He tells me sincerely. I know he means it.

"I won`t. " I say, and I mean it. I really do.

"Then say it. I want you to say." There is a flash of emotion in his eyes and I realise how much he needs this, to know that I won`t regret any of this later.

"I want this, "I hear my own, laden with desire voice saying, "And I won`t regret anything."

That`s all he needs to hear and his mouth crushes my lips once again in a violent, forceful kiss. This time, he doesn`t hold back anything and the force of his desire for me almost crushes me and leaves me breathless, but desperate for more and more.

"Take a shower with me." he whispers as he nibbles on my ear.

I nod in agreement, not the slightest bit embarrassed as he takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom, where he starts to undress me.

When he is done, I stand stark naked in front of him and watch him as he adjusts the temperature of the water and shreds his own clothes.

His lithe body strikes me with its beauty; the pale skin, stretched over firm muscles and broad shoulders with smooth, strong lines carving every sinew and making him looks like a statue of a young God with its perfection.

I swallow dry as my eyes travel all over his body; he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I am about to have him.

Tonight, he belongs to me.

He turns to look at me and I take his hand, then we both step into the shower. He closes the door of the cabin and the hot steam of the water fills in the small space.

My heart flutters like mad in my chest as he leans over me and I am pressed to one of the glass walls of the cabin. He starts tracing kisses all over my jaw line down to my collarbone, until his lips reach my breasts and he slowly takes a nipple in his mouth. I moan loudly when he sucks and graze on it lightly, his tongue swirling around the hard pebble.

My nails are clawing the skin of his shoulders and a purring sound escapes him as he continues to cover me with wet kisses, leaving his trace on my skin. Our bodies are wet and slippery as the water beats down on us; all I feel is his lips, now travelling slowly from my breasts and further down as I gasp breathlessly.

A myriad of blissful sensations course through me as I feel his hand sliding between my legs and I arch my body in response, almost begging him to touch me there.

His name falls from my lips in a whisper, barely audible under the sound of the water, as he opens my legs and kneels between them.

He slides a finger in me and purrs in approval, seeing that I am already wet and ready, so ready for him. I close my eyes and a loud cry escapes my mouth when I feel his tongue moving slowly over my clit, licking and kissing. He sucks in, while his hand moves behind me to grab my ass and hold me tight in place.

I can feel my orgasm starting to build up deep inside me and I am about to fall over him, as his mouth and fingers work their miracle on me . I decide to stop him, because I don`t want it to be over yet. There is a gaping hole of desire opening in me, throbbing and pulsating with life, begging to its release, but I want him more than my own gratification.

I bury my hands in the dark hair and gently pull him back.

He lifts his eyes to look at me and stand up on his feet, allowing me to feel his hard-on pressed to my belly. My mouth finds his and I kiss him hard, while my hand finds his shaft and starts stroking him, at first gentle, but then faster and faster.

God, he is so big.

He moans in my mouth and I can hear a low, muffled "I want you...I want you so bad...".

"Then take, " I reply breathlessly between kisses, "I want you too."

His strong arms lift my body against the wall and I wrap my legs around his waist. He positions himself at my entrance and I can feel at first the tip of his head teasing me and I squirm against him, my needy whimpers filling the small space of the cabin.

"Please..." I beg as I feel him slowly guiding himself in me. I am crazed with lust and greedy; my body wriggles, craving friction, fiercely wanting to feel all of him, anything he would give me.

"Damon..." his name falls from my lips and he buries himself deeper; I am finally able to feel his length filling me in complete and my body adjusts to his size. He waits for a moment, allowing me to stretch for him before he starts moving, his motions agonizingly slow and I seek his mouth again.

Our tongues battle as he starts slamming into me, his thrusts harder and deeper and I scream with pleasure. My back is grinding against the wall as he takes me, on his own terms and I melt into a puddle in his arms.

Nothing in this world could ever prepare me for the way Damon`s body and Damon`s lips feel on mine; our bodies fit perfectly one another as God had created us for each other.

Our gazes lock; I can see his desire and need for me in his eyes and they match my own carnal and primitive need as he guides us both to blissful oblivion with his thrusts growing harder.

I feel him swelling and throbbing inside me and I know he is close; I start to come undone around him and my nails scratch wildly his back as I scream his name, over and over again. My body shakes uncontrollably and I writhe senselessly as the waves of the most violent orgasm wash over me and I completely abandon myself to the sensation.

My walls tighten around him and squeeze as he buries his face in the juncture between my neck and my shoulder with a hiss; I hear his moans as he comes hard and the warmth of his release spills inside me. My inner walls clasp him tight until he is drained out of the last drop and the shudders of our bodies slowly start to ease off.

We both stand still for a moment before our breathing returns back to normal and he releases his grip on me. I fall back on my feet, my knees so weak, threatening to betray me.

Damon leans once again to kiss me and I immediately part my lips in response; the kiss is light, slow and sweet and full of joy. He captures my bottom lip and lightly grazes on it and I giggle happily.

All worries are forgotten; I wanted so badly to allow myself this moment of pure happiness and forget about Stefan and the whole world.

Tomorrow, I can start anew, but tonight, is just us; tonight belongs to us.

He starts washing my hair with shampoo and I relax my head on his shoulders, utterly happy and sated, my mind floating in a pink haze. He washes my body thoroughly and when he is done, I repeat the process for him, shampooing his hair and smearing the soft lather all over his body.

The water starts running cold by the time we are ready to leave the bathroom. Damon grabs a towel and starts drying me with gentle, patting movements before his arms lift me up I am carried to the bed, where we both lie