She&#x27;s a pretty special girl.

Lullaby for a Soldier @doeeyedmartyr

sarcasticdamon:

“I hear that. My week’s been crazy,” he sent back. Damon stopped, thinking for a moment. “Going to the carnival this weekend?” The soldier turned on the TV and flipped to channel 4, the football game was on. He sat down and started watching as he ate. When his phone buzzed, he automatically looked down, smiling when he saw Elena’s name again.

Elena pulled into the babysitter’s, feeling her phone buzz in her pocket. Reaching for it, she typed as she walked up the sidewalk to the door. “That’s up to Max. I usually give him the choice between town or the beach. Why? Fishing for an invitation? ;)” she sent back.

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Lullaby for a Soldier @doeeyedmartyr

sarcasticdamon:

Damon popped open a long-neck bottle of beer, bringing it to his lips as he read her response. His fingers tapped on the screen. “Tired lol. Busy week?” he sent. The soldier undressed, taking off his uniform, and threw it into the laundry bin, putting on some comfortable clothes. He wondered idly how Max was as he prepared dinner for himself.

Elena finished up her charts and handed them over, clocking out and heading out the door to her car. She pulled her phone out, writing him back quickly as she started the car. “Very busy. Just heading out the door to pick up Max. Thank God I’m off for a few days. How’s your week been?”

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alivingdeadperson:

Her moan sent a shiver down his spine and he smiled against her skin. It always felt good to make other women moan, but making Elena moan felt ten times better, a thousand times better and he wanted to do that more. He smiled, brushing his lips against hers. “It should probably be weird, but it should probably feel natural too.” He shrugged, pulling away to look down at her, smiling at the sight of how comfortable she felt on his bed. “We know each other since forever, it’s not really that weird.”

Damon frowned. “What? What are you talking about?” He holds her against his bed, refusing to let her move away. “Nope, you’re sleeping here with me, like you usually slept in my bed back home. You’re not going anywhere.”

The moment he frowned, her heart dropped lower than it should have. He held her, refusing to let her move. Normally, she would have felt smothered. She would want to leave even more. But with Damon....well, he had been right. She’d known him since forever. “Okay.” she said simply, reaching up and pulling him down for a kiss. “I’ll stay.” she promised, as if he’d made it the easiest decision in the world.

She snuggled into him, laying her head on his chest. “What’s your first class tomorrow?” she asked, her hand finding his, linking them together. “I have English 101.”

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Lullaby for a Soldier @doeeyedmartyr

sarcasticdamon:

Damon smiled. “I’d like that,” she said. Their eyes stayed locked for a moment, before he dropped his head. He pushed the cork back into the top of the bottle, and stood. “I better get going. You look as tired as I feel.” He started to the front door, stopping and whirling around. They nearly bumped heads. “Sorry,” he mumbled, rubbing his forehead. “I- erm- this was nice. I’m looking forward to another dinner. Decide what you want to eat next time and text me,” he said. Then before turning and leaving, his lips lifted into a small smile once again. “Good night, Elena,” he said.

The soldier hopped on his red motorcycle, securing the helmet to his head. With one last glance in her direction, he sped away into the dark night. His commander hated when any of the guys came in after hours, which was typically anytime between 2-5 in the morning. Luckily, it was a quarter to 2 and his favorite guard was working. He entered the base and drove to his quarters. Damon nearly fell into his bed when he got home, passing out on the spot.

A few days later, he was on break from work and decided to send Elena a text. They hadn’t spoken again since that night and he wondered if she wanted dinner again. “Hey,” he sent.

“I’d like to lie and say I’m fine...but yeah, I’m exhausted.” she laughed, getting up to follow him to the door. She gasped, stumbling backwards as they collided. “It’s okay. I was clearly in your way.” she teased. At his offer, she smiled, touching his arm. “That’s very sweet of you. I’ll consult with wild man upstairs and let you know.” she promised. Leaning forward, she kissed his cheek timidly. “Goodnight, Damon.” she smiled, letting him go so he would walk out the door.

Elena locked it quickly, waiting until she heard the motorcycle zoom away to turn off the porch light. She headed upstairs, showering and then collapsing into bed. She liked Damon, that much was obvious. He was fun and charming and very sweet. And Max was crazy about him. There were so many ways for this to go wrong....if he even liked her back. He could be deployed....Cam should show up...things could fall apart for any reason and Max would be heartbroken. It wasn’t fair to him.

A few days later, Elena was leaning against the nurses station, going through charts when her phone buzzed. Picking it up, she saw the text...she knew she couldn’t like him...but he was still Max’s friend, right? She slid her finger across the screen, typing back. “Hey! How are you?”

Lullaby for a Soldier @doeeyedmartyr

sarcasticdamon:

Damon’s eyes lit up when hers did. Her doe-eyes turned liquid brown. “Thank you, Elena,” he murmured. He appreciated her bluntness, speaking her mind. When she suddenly received a phone call, he turned his attention to the bottle of wine sitting open on the coffee table. Damon picked it up, twisting it in his hands and reading the label. He glanced at her when she glanced down at the number, seeming to ignore the call.

“Not important,” she said. Damon wondered how true that was. “Are you sure? You’re free to take it,” he assured her. But at that moment, their eyes met and he saw something there so unfamiliar, he couldn’t put his finger on it. Elena looked away, changing the subject then.

The soldier smiled slightly, eyes on hers. “Honestly, I worry that I’ll get attached to Max….and he’ll get attached to me. And I’m not being deployed, but there is a war going on over there. You never know when they’re gonna ship me off again.” Damon stopped, realizing the alcohol was making him too honest. “I still have eighteen months. The separation can’t be easy for Max.”

Damon looked down, biting his lip hard. Letting a breath out, he met her eyes again. “I’m honored you let me take over your kitchen for the night. I wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime,” he admitted.

“I’m positive.” she assured him. She didn’t want to talk to Cameron. She knew all of his moves. He would go one of two ways....either he would guilt her, romance her, remind her of their life...or he would yell. And frankly, she didn’t feel like dealing with either right now.

Elena listened to his concerns, balancing her chin on her knees. “Honestly?” she repeated his first word. “I’m worried about the same thing. Not just deployment. Just...anything. I want to avoid him losing more people he cares about.” she admitted. “But at the same time...he enjoys having you around. He hasn’t smiled this much in...a while.” she sighed. “And it does him good to have someone he looks up to around.

He bit his lip and even she had to admit (to herself, of course) that it did something to her. She’d noticed from the moment she met him how attractive he was. In fact, she spent most of the time she was around him trying to ignore that fact. His eyes met her’s, but this time, she didn’t look away. “I’d like that.”

blue-eyed-snake:

“It won’t work like that Elena. I’ve seen vampires go out of their minds trying to love a human, trying to watch them grow old and pretend it didn’t change anything. It does. And I won’t let that happen to us.” He sighed and shook his head, running his thumb over the back of her hand. “I’m taking the cure. I’ve already decided and no one can talk me out of it.”

Elena leaned her head back against the headrest, letting out a sigh, but a smile rested on her face. “I’m not trying to talk you out of it...I just want you to make your own decision.” she smiled. “I love you, Damon.”

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Lullaby for a Soldier @doeeyedmartyr

sarcasticdamon:

Damon set his empty glass down, more intent on conversating rather than drinking now. “That’s nice of you, but I think I’d be better off going home soon. I have to be up practically at the crack of dawn. I’m sure you know a thing or two about those crazy hours,” he joked. As they started talking, Elena revealed a little bit of her past, explaining where she’d grown up and her career.

Every so often, he couldn’t help but glance at her lips as she spoke. “I see the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, eh?” he said. It would make sense that she’d follow in her father’s footsteps as a doctor. “Well, I’m sure he was proud,” he said. Then with another thought, he corrected himself. “Is proud.”

“What about you? Where are you from?” she asked Damon.

Damon smiled. “I’m also from Virginia. A small town just outside of Richmond called Fall’s Church. I grew up with my younger brother Stefan. My father was overbearing, pushing me to join the army for years. Then I become something of a Marine, and it still doesn’t impress him the slightest bit,” he explained. The soldier shrugged. “I guess we’re all fighting our own battles.”

Elena smiled softly. “Thanks...I hope so.” she admitted. She thought about her dad nearly every time she walked into a patient’s room.

Damon began to divulge the events of his childhood. She gasped at the mention of Fell’s Church. “Really? Mystic Falls!” she said, laying a hand to her chest. “Wow, we practically grew up right down the road from each other. How weird.” she smiled, pulling her legs up to her chest as he continued. “Well, no offense...but if your dad isn’t proud of you for all of this...he’s an idiot.” she said bluntly.

Her phone buzzed and she gave him an apologetic glance. “Sorry. Let me make sure it’s not an emergency patient.” she said, pulling it out of her pocket, seeing Cameron’s name on the phone. She hit “end” and slid it back into her pocket. “Not important.” she assured him.

Elena met his eyes for a moment, smiling quickly and looking away. “Thank you for tonight. I know Max enjoyed it...and I did to. It’s nice to have grown up time every once in a while that doesn’t involve work.” she paused. “And the food was delicious.”

blue-eyed-snake

“But that’s the part I dont think you understand Elena.” Damon shook his head as he looked over at the brunette briefly. “I would rather lose that than lose you. I would give up anything and everything before I gave up you.” He didn’t particularly want to be human, no. But there was nothing more terrifying to Damon than the thought of a life without Elena in it. She was his entire world and he wanted to be that for her. He wanted to give her children and a house and a real job, and normal. She deserved that. “I’m not doing it for you Elena, I’m doing it for us.”

“You aren’t going to lose me, Damon. Human, vampire...I don’t care.” she shook her head. “I’m here...even if I grow old and you don’t. We’ll find a way to make it work, okay?” her hands linked in his. “I just don’t want you to wake up one day and hate me for this.”

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alivingdeadperson

Damon couldn’t help the cocky smirk when her hips bucket up. He was used to that kind of reaction, he was far from a virgin and he had his own tricks, but that kind of reaction coming from Elena felt a thousand times better. He knew his best friend better than anyone, but their contact had a limit, a limit they crossed tonight, and to know she was enjoying it busted Damon’s confidence. Moving his lips back up, eaving a trail of kisses and bited on her exposed skin, Damon smirked when he finally looked into her eyes. “Now we’re even.” He whispered, brushing his lips against hers, before kissing her again, his hand keeping the shirt she was wearing exactly where he lefted, keeping her belly exposed so he could trail his hand up and down her sides.

She let out a soft moan as he kissed over her skin, making his way back to her lips. “Mmhmm.” she said lazily, leaning into the kiss, her hand resting on his cheek. She felt his hands traveling up her sides as she pulled back, running her nose along his. “Why isn’t this weird?” she laughed. “It should be weird, right? It should be awkward or...we should hesitate...something.” she stole another kiss. “But it feels...natural.” she leaned back in his bed, her hair haloing around her on the pillow.

She ran her hand up his arm. “It’s late.” she murmured quietly. “If either of us expect to make it to our first class tomorrow...I should probably go.” she offered a pout, leaning up to kiss him.

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blue-eyed-snake:

“What I want, Elena, is to give you the life you deserve, the life you really want. You want a husband and kids, you want a career and a house and you want to be normal.” Damon said softly as he drove. “I want to be the person to give that to you. Even if that means giving up being a vampire. I’ve been doing that for over a century, maybe it’s time to move on to a new way of life.”

“Damon...” she sighed. “I know that...with the way we started this....with me being so unsure about you, about our relationship...that it’s easy to believe that I don’t love you as much as you love me. But that is absolutely not true.” she took his hand. “Damon, as much as you want me to be happy...I feel the same way. And if you took the cure and you became human and five...ten...twenty years down the road, you were unhappy...I couldn’t take that. This is a big gamble...giving up your immortality for me. I don’t want you to take that lightly.”

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