~ 6 days, 5 hours, 40 minutes and 30 seconds of you ~

This happens after my other fan fiction "Homecoming aftermath ", so read that first if you can.

Hope you guys enjoy it! I already have most of the story written but I need to tidy up a little before publishing the rest. As usual reviews help me to write.

Disclaimer: I do not own TVD only the twisted plot. Wouldn't mind having Damon to play with for a couple of hours or days though.

Elena looked at herself in the mirror as she finished applying the make up to hide all the bruises, hickeys and other love marks left by Damon all over her body. The memories of where his hands and lips and - she almost purred - cock had been made her close her legs tight as she braced herself on the sink as a momentarily dizziness assaulted her. She was instantly wet at the thought of her insatiable lover - that word right there made her giddy. Damon was her lover now... Elena shook her head as she smiled lasciviously to her reflection in the mirror, as if sharing a secret with a best friend. She sighed. She needed to get a hold on herself, finish her hair, have breakfast and leave for school instead of - she took a deep breath full of longing as she ran the back of her hand along her neck - instead of indulging in another sex marathon all day...

As she came downstairs she could smell the fresh coffee.
"Who needs coffee when one can have Damon as a stimulant? "- she chuckled to herself and couldn't help a wicked little 'I want sex' smile from showing on her lips.

As Damon heard her walk towards the kitchen he closed his eyes and had to take a deep breath himself. Of course vampires do not need air, but he had started to indulge in little human habits, and breathing seemed to at least calm him down... at least when he was around her.

Yesterday Damon had decided that they could not just lock the world out and stay in indulging in their newly found obsession with each other. So he had insisted that Elena go back to school, resisting the kissable pout that showed up on her lips at the suggestion. He argued that he was just trying to be responsible.

"Ha!" - he spat at the though of him being responsible.
"What's so funny?" - Elena asked with a kittenish pout as she looked at his gorgeous back wanting nothing more than to rip his shirt and cover him in kisses.

As Damon turned to face her, his usual wicked grin fell of his face. Elena was all tidied up, school ready, hiding the most obvious signs of the "thoroughly fucked" beauty that woke up in his arms. But her eyes... he growled... Her eyes burned with that lazy lust... that "come here and take me right now" fervour...

Damon gave out a little moan as he felt his resolve crumble. Before Elena could react, the air got knocked out of her lungs as Damon crossed the room, grabbed her and placed her on the kitchen counter. His hands busy with hiking her already short skirt even higher to gain access to her core. It was a dizzying sequence of events for Elena.

"Damon... I am ...going... to be... late... for school..." - Elena tried to say between hungry kisses and moans. All resistance attempts abruptly silenced as she felt him dive his hard erection into her wet folds.

Elena let out a deep moan that was like music to Damon's ears. He could never get enough of how responsive she was to every touch they shared. Damon had spent many a tortuous night listening to the sounds of Elena and Stefan's lovemaking and he never heard anything that compared to the symphony of moans and sights she yielded when under his ministrations. Then again, he had never himself ever been so at the mercy of the beauty in his arms. All the women that he had coveted, deflowered and drank from, were mere ghosts to the way Elena felt against his body. It was as if she could connect to his soul, as if she owned it and was at the same time the source of it.

Elena cocked her head to the right, instinctively exposing her neck to Damon's lips and needs. It was his turn to moan desperately, burning in feverish desire. Not only did she feel like heaven around his cock with her beautiful legs wrapped tightly around his waist... Now she was offering herself fully to him as he traced the blood pulsing vein... Damon closed his eyes and nuzzled against her neck, stilling his hips and tightening his embrace around her tiny waist as he smelled the blood through her skin. He would never take the blood exchange for granted; he knew it was her gift to him.

"Elena..." - he murmured, part plea, part desire...
"Damon..." - came her husky reply - "...take me...I want you, I trust you, lover..."

She needn't say more. Damon sighed and brushed the skin of her neck with the back of one hand as his arm held her tight to him. He lifted his head and made contact with her eyes. Elena gave him a tiny languid nod. As they looked at each other she saw Damon take a deep breath as his eyes darkened, veins showed under them and his fangs elongated. Elena's reaction was a lusty sight as she bit her lower lip and a hand came up to caress his vampire face.

Damon was always in awe at how tender she reacted to the face that showed his true nature. Knowing that they were perfect for each other, Damon bent his head to her neck. He grazed his teeth on the sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine and to her singed core. Then, in one strong movement he buried fangs and cock into her and settled into a steady rhythm that had Elena tumbling into an orgasm in seconds.

"Oh, oh, Damon...mooooore..."- she moaned as Damon tried his best not to fall into his own orgasmic cliff. He enjoyed bringing her cataclysmic pleasure at least two times before becoming spent inside of her. He was thankful to his vampire stamina that he could hold out so that he could enjoy seeing this beauty wash up in the shores of the pleasure he gave her over and over again.

Damon smiled into her neck knowing he found his soul mate - someone that could match his every desire. He smiled knowingly because there was a lot of desire to be matched. Damon was just about to turn her around and take her from behind when he heard someone at the door. Damon abruptly pulled himself out of Elena and she glared lividly back at him when he didn't re-enter.

"Damon, what the fuck are y..." - but he clamped his hand on her angry mouth. He loved when she swore, but now it was not the time.
"Shhh kitten..." - his blue eyes asked pleadingly as his index finger went to his mouth. Elena was just about to say something as another voice echoed through the house.

"Damon? Are you here mate?"

Elena recognized Ric's voice and her eyes rounded. Damon removed his hand from her mouth, zipped himself up, and brought her down from the counter.

"Hide here." - he motioned to the area between the kitchen aisle and the sink and pushed her down.

"In the kitchen Ric.." - he shouted out as he sped around gathering things in a blur as a confused Elena crouched on the floor.

Ric walked into the kitchen to see Damon calmly mixing stuff in a bowl in a very mundane "cooking breakfast" kind of way.

"And what brings you here this early dear professorrr." - Damon said dragging the 'r' as he landed his trademark smirk on his friend.
"We need to talk." - came Ric's dry reply.
"And good morning to you too."– Damon replied back casually mixing ingredients into the mixing bowl.

Elena had her back to the kitchen aisle, trying to make herself invisible. Not that she owed an explanation to Ric... ok, maybe she sort if did. But the point was that Damon and her didn't want to be ousted yet. It had nothing to do with not being committed to each other. It had everything to do with being too much in bliss to want to have to endure the eye rolls, disapproving looks and sure to come 'talks' that they would get about why this wasn't a good idea. Elena was snapped out of her reverie as she noticed the way Damon spoke to Ric. She looked up annoyed at Damon wondering why he had to always be such a dick to his only friend?- "Geez!" - she thought to herself rolling her eyes. It was then that she noticed the bulge in Damon trousers...-"...poor baby, didn't have time to get off..." – she pouted mockingly as a wicked smile started forming on her lips as an idea on how to "help" her lover came to her mind. Elena was just about to reach for his zipper when she heard her name and decided that maybe she should pay attention to the conversation.

"... and when I pressed Jeremy on it, he said she was safe but that that was all I was going to get out of him because he had "way more scary dudes" to worry about." - Ric huffed in frustration.

"Ahhh, and you concluded that there is no more scary a dude than sweet little me?" - Damon replied dripping with sarcasm and a mock hurt look.

That did it. -"Who cares about the conversation?" - Elena thought to herself. - "Mr Salvatore needs to learn some manners, right now." - she chuckled inwards as she got on her knees, brought his zipper down, his penis out and firmly into her mouth.

Damon's heighten senses observed her actions with confusion, shock and then a mixture of anger and excitement. He couldn't help but let out an involuntary grunt as Elena engulfed his dick in her mouth.

"Damon!" - Ric exclaimed angrily misinterpreting the grunt - " I know this is "all so boring" to you, but it is Elena we are talking about! Don't you care about her?"

Damon rolled his eyes part in annoyance and part to disguise the effect Elena's mouth was having on him.

"Of course I care Rick!" - Damon spat, whilst giving the girl sucking his penis a dirty look. But the sight of her lips and hands greedily wrapping his shaft was almost more that he could bear. He had to close his eyes and breathe to regain control. - "I just think that Elena is not as fragile as she seems and that she can take care of herself." - he said in a subdued voice –"...and of me..." – his mind offered.

"Sorry man. I always forget how hard this all is on you." - Ric said trying to be understanding of the emotion that was in Damon's words. - "But with Stefan gone, leaving without so much as a goodbye... I am worried that it will send her over the edge once and for all."

God, he was the one going over the edge! He was so fucking close to coming. Elena's tongue was driving him insane... Damon was grabbing the kitchen isle for support and to stop himself pumping into her gorgeous lips and giving Ric a full on show.

"Elena can handle it Ric." – he said voice low -"...clearly"- he thought to himself sighing deeply and closing his eyes - "Be a sport and grab two drink for us will you?"

"Is 7 am in the morning Damon!" - Ric replied aghast.

"I won't tell the principal if you don't." - Damon smirked trying to hide his frustration.

With an exaggerated eye roll, Ric left for the liquor cabinet. As soon as he was out of sight, Damon shivered violently and came convulsively. Before Elena could finish liking all his cum she was flying backwards into the pantry and being pressed against the wall.

"Why you little minx..." – Damon drawled into her ear and she couldn't tell if he was angry or pleased - "You could have gotten us exposed!" - he snarled but his tone was amused.

Elena cheekily trailed her fingers on her lips as if to wipe any leftover cum and sucked her fingers clean. - "Well..., from where I was you looked like you needed some help."- she grinned seductively at him.

Her look, with those heavy eyelashes and the lewd undertones in her voice made him hard again and all he wanted was to take her here and now. It didn't help that he could smell just how wet she was either.

"Damon?" - he heard Ric calling from the kitchen.

"Coming!" - Damon yelled back -"In more ways than one "- he chuckled in Elena's ears as he trailed a lazy finger up her tight and into her lacy panties.

Elena melted at his touch and leaned forward to kiss him. Damon leaned away from her and as she knitted her brows in frustration he inserted one finger into her wet core, whipped it around and brought it to his lips with a blazing smile. As he sucked on his digit, Elena thought she would pass out from the need of being touched. Damon leaned in and whispered - "You have been a very very naughty girl today and you deserve to be disciplined. "- with that Damon gave her gorgeous bum a quick slap that left an angry red mark just above her hem. Elena could feel herself come undone - "But for now, why don't you be a good little girl and run along to school so me and uncle Ric can talk?"

With that Damon disappeared, vampire speed to the kitchen. Leaving Elena soaking wet, panting and in desperate need for release. She clumsily reached for her phone and checked the time. Good, she still had 45 minutes till the bell would ring. Plenty of time to give herself the release she needed and drive to school.

So did I get anyone wanting more? (trademark Damon smirk)