WARNING: Adult Content, Lemony lemons =)

I hope L.J. Smith or the C.W. Doesn't pull an Anne Rice b/c I LOVE The Vampire Diaries, even if I don't own it. If I did, then THIS would SOOO happen someday!!! xD

Set after episode 21: Isobel

Elena lay in bed, not being able to sleep. How could she? In 24 hours, she met her Vampire birth mother, learned that she was just a pawn to get some invention her uncle wanted (and who knows what he's up to now), Jeremy won't even speak to her and then what Isobel said…

No. Not true. She was not like Katherine. Damon did not love her. She didn't have them both – she had Stefan. Only Stefan.

She groaned and rolled onto her stomach, putting the blankets over her head.

"Rough night?" A voice said. She jumped up, preparing to stake someone when she saw Damon at her window. "Boo." He smirked.

"Damon!" She threw a pillow across the room at him.

He caught it easily and chuckled. He jumped into her room and tossed the pillow back onto the bed. Elena lay down, exasperated and exhausted.

"Can't sleep?"

"No." She pulled the covers back over her head.

"Yeah, well, it's a lot to take in." Damon said, standing above her.

She felt bad about him just standing there, but she was too tired to get up. She grabbed the blankets and pulled them off one side of the bed. "Climb on in." She mumbled.

He rose an eyebrow at her but lay down. It wasn't like this was the first time he was in her bed. Ha.

She looked at his feet from under the blanket. "Boots off."

He smirked and pulled them off, setting them on the floor.

Elena flung the blanket over him and inconspicuously moved away from his body a little. Of course, being a Vampire, Damon noticed and chuckled at her.

"So, what's up?" He said, pulling the blanket off of her head.

"I can't stop thinking about Isobel."

"Yeah, well, she's out of town as far as I know."

Whoa, what? He was trying to make her feel better?

"Because he's in love with you…"

Dammit. GET OUT OF MY MIND.

"Helloooo?" Damon waved a hand in front of her face mockingly.

"What?" She responded, looking at him.

He smirked. "What are you thinking about?"

"Isobel."

"Still?" He joked.

She rolled her eyes and turned onto her side so her back was facing him. "Why are you here, Damon?"

"I knew you couldn't sleep, Stefan's back to being an annoying... brooder and I was bored. This town's not fun anymore."

"Since Katherine left?" Elena blurted suddenly.

A pause. "Uh…not what I meant, but Okaaay."

When Elena didn't respond, Damon said, "Do you need me to sing you a lullaby?" Then laughed.

Elena cracked a smile.

Damon started humming unexpectedly.

She rolled over and rose an eyebrow at him. "What are you humming?"

Damon ignored her and kept his eyes closed while he hummed.

Elena tried to concentrate on what he was humming. She smirked when she realized what it was and sang the words. "Don't tear me down, for all I need, may my heart a better place, give me something-" She broke off when Damon opened his eyes and rose an eyebrow.

"What?" She laughed.

"You know that song?"

"Yeah, that's the song that we – you and I – um, danced to at the Miss Mystic Falls thing."

Damon's eyebrows pulled together. "Hm." Was all he said and smirked at Elena. "What are you thinking about now?"

"Nothing, really. I'm just tired."

"Go to sleep, then. I promise not to grope you in your sleep."

She rolled her eyes and closed her eyes. It only took a few minutes before she fell asleep.

Damon listened to Elena's heartbeat while she slept. Most normal girls would not dare fall asleep with a Vampire in their bed.

He laughed inwardly. He's in her bed – with her. Oh, how Stefan would love to stake him.

He wondered what she dreamed about. Was she dreaming about Isobel? Stefan? Him? Wait, what do I care? He thought. It's like what he told Alaric. He could turn off his emotions – that's why he's so fun to be around.

"Because he's in love with you." Damon's clenched his teeth. That bitch, he thought. Pulling that crap on him.

"No." Elena mumbled in her sleep. Damon's attention snapped back to her.

"No," She said again. She rolled over. "I'm NOT!" She yelled.

Damon sat up and looked at her.

"I'm NOT Katherine!"

Ah, He thought. That's what she's been thinking about.

"I'm not her!"

"I know you're not." He said out loud.

"No! I don't love them both! Only Damon!" Whoa, what? Damon's eyes widened as he stared at her sleeping face, distorted with a kind of misery. "I love Damon! I'm not Katherine!"

He'd had enough of this. "Elena, wake up." He growled angrily. He shook her shoulder. "Elena! Wake up!"

Elena's eyes snapped open and she sat up quickly, smashing her head against Damon's.

"Ow." She said, holding her head. Damon, of course, didn't seem to notice it. She looked at him and her heart accelerated. She remembered her dream clearly.

No, no, no! It was just a dream.

Damon rose an eyebrow at her. "Here," He said and gently moved her hands out of the way to feel her head. She winced when he hit a painful spot. "Shouldn't hurt that bad." He said, removing his hands.

Elena swallowed.

"What? You don't like my being this close to you?" He smirked, leaning closer to her.

Elena leaned back and Damon looked confused for a moment.

She may have been imagining it, but she thought she saw a hint of offense in his blue eyes.

"I…" She tried, but nothing else came out.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "What was your dream about?"

"I…nothi – I don't remember."

He rose an eyebrow. "Let me guess…Isobel telling you that you're just like Katherine, right?"

"Wha-" Her eyes widened.

"You talk in your sleep." He smirked.

She groaned and threw herself back on the pillow.

"What's really bugging you?" Damon asked, laying down next to Elena just to mess with her.

"Isobel…said you…"

A pause. "…and?"

"I…it…you…is it...true?"

A pause. She didn't dare look at his face.

"Elena…you..."

"It's okay to say no, Damon. I would definitely believe that it was all part of Isobel's little game."

Damon was silent for a minute. "If I said that I was in love with you, then what would you do?"

Crap. I have no idea. She thought.

"A-are you?"

"I know that you want me, Elena."

"What?" Before she could say more, she was flipped over and Damon was onto of her, his face an inch away from hers.

"I know you do." He whispered. "But you don't want to hurt Stefan."

"I-"

He put a finger to her lips. "Shh. Do you want me like that, Elena?"

She swallowed, afraid to say yes.

He smirked at her and narrowed his eyes.

"I can't."

"You can't want me." He stated quietly. "You don't have to hurt him, you know."

"Huh?" Elena's voice wouldn't go over a whisper.

"We don't have to tell anyone. We could have just this one night. No one has to know, and no one gets hurt." Damon's voice was seductive and persuasive.

"What about you?"

He rose his eyebrows, surprised at the question. "What about me?"

"You'd sell yourself out like that to give me what I want."

He smirked when he realized she'd just admitted she wanted him. "Elena, I'm a Vampire. I'll get over it." He laughed.

Her eyes widened and he stopped laughing.

"That came out wrong. I meant…Yes, I will… 'sell out'" He could sense her resistance and leaned in so their lips were almost touching. "Think about it, Elena." He whispered. He ran a hand under her shirt onto her stomach. "Your bare body pressed against mine, feeling every cell in your body meshed into me. Your legs wrapped around me, my breath in your ear…"

Elena shivered involuntarily.

"Mhmm." He said smugly. Then he whispered, "Your move, Elena. Kick me or kiss me."

Elena took one shaky breath before lifting her head up to press her lips to Damon's.

Damon ran his tongue over her lips, and without hesitation, she drove her tongue into his mouth.

"Mmm." He hummed in approval. Elena pulled him closer and pushed his leather jacket off of his shoulders. He threw it somewhere on the floor behind him and then wrapped his arms around Elena and began kissing her again. He ran his hands through her hair and she let out a small moan.

Damon reached down to the hem of her pajama shirt and started to push it up when Elena grabbed his hands.

"Wait."

"You're kidding me." Was his response.

"No, no. What if Jeremy or Jenna come in here?"

Damon smirked. "It's like you've never secretly had sex with a Vampire before, Elena." He leaned in and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll hear them." Then kissed her again.

He pulled her shirt over her head and lay her on the pillow. He took his black shirt off and pressed their bodies together. He started planting kissed down to her neck, her shoulder, her chest and her stomach. He stopped right above her pajama pants and slid them down her legs slowly.

He kissed up to her lips again and Elena reached down and began to unbuckle his belt. Then she unbuttoned his pants hastily and they joined the piles of clothes on the floor. Damon kissed her with so much intensity and heat she thought she would melt.

Damon pressed their bodies together against sensually and Elena gasped when she felt his hard desire for her.

He lightly traced circles on her sides and she arched her back slightly.

Arousal was obvious at this point.

Damon unclipped her bra and threw it in some other direction without detaching their lips. He ran his fingers over her waistline and went down again. He ran his tongue from her navel to the top of her panties.

He slid them off, pleased to see that they were soaked. Had he really gotten her that worked up?

He pulled his black boxers off and embraced Elena again, but didn't enter her just yet.

With their naked bodies pressed together, Elena felt as though she was going to explode. He was teasing her, but holy crap!

"Are you sure you want this?" He whispered, his lips against her ear.

"I want you, Damon." Elena moaned.

He kissed her lips lightly and slowly entered her.

Elena gasped as Damon slowly thrust his entire length into her. She bit her lip as he began to thrust slowly in and out of her. Damon as amazed and pleased at how wet she was for him. His thrusts filled her completely each time, making her sigh and moan softly.

She began to meet his thrusts with her hips and he started to go faster, which made Elena gasp, then moan again. When he hit the miracle spot within her, she dug her nails into his back and let out a moan that turned him on even more. He slowed, letting her ride of the waves of her orgasm.

"Can you go for another?" He whispered in her ear.

"Mhmm." He nodded and Damon quickened his pace again.

His thrusts were urgent and needy, he wanted to hear her moan again. He wanted to feel her warmth tighten around him, he wanted to feel her nails in his back, he wanted to know that right now, there was no one else she wanted insider her more. Most of all, he wanted to taste her.

"Elena," He groaned. "I need to taste you."

Knowing what he meant, she extended her neck to him. Surprised, Damon stopped thrusting. Elena's brown eyes snapped open and looked at him frantically. He smirked and started moving again, satisfied when she let out a moan.

He put his lips to her throat without stopping his thrusts. His canines extended and he bit into her. There was a shocked gasp from Elena, but she relaxed as Damon drank deeply.

He contracted his canines and kissed her passionately.

He knew that any minute, they would both come undone, so he grasped her hips and thrusts in and out of her in a quickened pace, earning a loud moan from Elena. He buried his face in her wounded neck and let out a muffled moan just as she did as his hot desire spilled inside of her.

"Because he's in love with you..." She had said.

My First Lemon, so PLEASE tell me:

What should have I done?

What shouldn't I have done?

Was it too unrealistic?

What did you think about what Damon siad about Stefan?

Blah blah blah =)