Author's Note:

Wow! This site has changed since I've last posted. For the long wait, I am so very sorry. I know I have unfinished fics out there demanding my attention. Unfortunately, a brutal case of writers block/lack of time has prevented me from writing. (Don't even get me started on the books sitting impatiently on my shelves, waiting for me to read. They are angry, to put it lightly.)

In any case, an idea for a one-shot popped into my head and refused to leave. So I thought I would stretch my unused writing muscles and give it a shot. Hopefully this will lead me to some inspiration for my other fics out there. In fact, I think it already has!

As soon as this was done, I immediately wanted to write more. So if you like, I'm thinking 1-2 more chapters. But it can also stand on its own, so please let me know what you think and if you'd like to read more.

And...

Funny story. Last night I watched Fatal Attraction for the first time with my husband. Yes, *spoiler alert* the one about the bunny-boiler. And even though it was an intensely disturbing and terrifying film, the first sex scene was insanely hot. Needless to say, maybe I'm a little morbid, but this is what prompted my imagination. If you're familiar with the movie, you may recognize some of what happens below.

I'd like to thank everyone who has ever reviewed, alerted, or just plain read my stories. I am truly trying to get back into the swing of things. I haven't written anything for awhile, so I felt pretty rusty. Hopefully this is not the crap I imagine it to be.

Sorry for the long author's note! Enjoy!

I own nothing - no characters, no scenes from gritty psychological thrillers, etc.

"What the hell is this?"

Elena jumped at the low voice growling in her ear. Her arms were elbow deep in sudsy water in the sink of the boarding house. The past few days had been a whirlwind of activity, yet Damon somehow found time to cook for her. She figured doing his dishes was an even trade-off.

She turned her head and met his icy blue stare warily. "What does it look like, Damon?"

He dropped his gaze and she self-consciously licked her lips. "I just thought…I mean, it's the least I can do,"

"Not that," Damon spat out, and then seemed to fully comprehend what she was doing. He rolled his eyes and thrust his hand into the soapy water, yanking the chain that stopped the water from draining. "Although this is almost equally as disturbing. Jesus Christ, Elena, I can have this done in, like, three seconds."

She tightened her lips in a thin line, trying for patience. As the water slowly drained from the sink, she turned on the cold water to rinse her hands off. She let her wrists linger under the water, cooling her skin. The summer had turned scorching, and though she was dressed in only shorts and a cotton yoga tube top, the heat was getting to her.

Damon crossed his arms and glared at her.

"What!" she finally shouted, exasperated. His eyes narrowed, and he lifted one hand to point at her neck.

"What. The. Hell. Is. This." Damon bit off each word, his anger breaking through, coating every syllable.

She was confused for a moment, and then comprehension dawned over her face. She lifted a hand to the side of her neck, felt the healing marks that disturbed the smooth skin. She met Damon's eyes.

"It's fine, Damon," she hurriedly assured him. "I think we have bigger problems right now than you feeling guilty over something you couldn't even control, so…" she trailed off as his expression grew impossibly darker, and horror spread over his features.

She bit her lip, still keeping her hand over the bite marks. The cold water she'd been rinsing her hands with felt blessedly cool on her hot skin. A few drops fell onto her shirt, but she barely felt it. As Damon had returned to full strength, he seemed to have had trouble distinguishing what had really happened while the werewolf bite had been infecting him, and what had been a hallucination.

Elena had found it difficult to clear up his vague questions. He obviously remembered the kiss, but was afraid to admit it, or make her aware of it, in case it had only been in his head. And it looked as though he felt the same way about the bite.

She'd been careful to keep her hair down around her shoulders, knowing he would freak if he realized he'd hurt her. But the day was so hot, and the dishwater even hotter, that she'd forgotten all about it and bundled the mass of hair on top of her head. Now the truth was out, and she frantically tried to backpedal in her mind.

Damon was having none of it. He glared at her accusingly.

"I did this, didn't I?" he demanded. Her lack of response was all the answer he needed. "Goddammit, Elena, why didn't you say something?"

She made no reply, and he swore again, reaching up to tug her hand away from the wound. They were standing close now, as he examined the marks on her skin. She felt her pulse quicken as he stroked a finger over the bite softly, and she tried to turn away.

He caught her wrist, tugged her back. When she met his gaze, she was relieved to see his expression had softened.

His hand curled around her wrist as he stared into her eyes. "I'm so sorry Elena. I never wanted to hurt you…" he trailed off, tilting his head, his eyes narrowing once more.

Elena knew it immediately. He remembered the kiss, remembered it was real, not just some morbid hallucination or dream. His words too closely echoed what he had told her as he lay dying. They sent her back to that night, and she could see right away that he'd made the same connection.

The grip on her wrist tightened, and Damon moved imperceptibility closer. "That was real too, wasn't it?" he murmured, his eyes flicking to her mouth briefly. "You kissed me."

She tried again to free herself from his grasp, but it was pointless. In less than a heartbeat she was caged between him and the sink. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was suddenly dry as dust. His eyes burned through hers, and she could only nod.

He leaned in, and a ball of need coiled in her stomach.

"Why?"

Elena shook her head slowly. She would fight this. Fight this yearning for a man she had no right to be with.

Damon placed his hands on the counter, on either side of her waist, trapping her.

"Why?" he asked again, his voice so low she could barely hear it.

"I don't know," she managed, just as quietly.

He was the one to shake his head this time, gritting his teeth, fighting to keep the animal in check. He could feel her body trembling as he leaned close, could see the deer-in-headlights look in her eyes. But he needed to know.

She tried to pull herself together, to gather indignation, false though it was. She shoved him, only serving to sprain her wrists in the process. He didn't move in the slightest. She narrowed her eyes as Damon just stood there, waiting.

"Look, Damon, I don't want you to take this the wrong way."

He raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"You were dying." Elena tried to look in his eyes. "You needed my forgiveness, and you needed to know I cared about you."

This time she did make eye contact. "But nothing has changed, Damon," she said softly, hoping saying the words out loud would force her to believe them as well.

This time when she tried to break free, he let her go. She took a couple steps and turned back to see him standing, facing the sink, staring at the space she's just vacated.

Her heart cracked when he spoke. She could feel the sharp edges tear at her, could physically feel the pain she knew he was feeling.

"So it was a pity kiss," he said flatly, not turning to look at her. "Right. Got it. Glad we're on the same page." He shook his head and forced a grim smile as he finally moved to walk past her.

"I think I'll go get some lunch," he managed to make it sound flippant. "There's a tasty little girls college a few miles away that I haven't tried in a while."

He made it as far as the hallway when he heard her breath of relief.

Then, without warning, he sped back to her, pushing her back against the counter once again.

Her heart thudding, she looked in his eyes. They were angry, but also…amused. With that trademark smirk on his face, he bent low over her, pressing his body to hers. She couldn't help the shudder that passed through her, and his grin widened.

"You're lying, Elena," his voice smooth and seductive.

She was disgusted with herself. And her traitorous body. She was furious with Stefan for allowing himself to be taken by Klaus, furious with Damon for sneaking his way into her heart, and furious that she couldn't seem to force him out.

She lifted her chin. "Fine," she said defiantly. "It wasn't a pity kiss. Are you happy?"

Damon only pressed harder against her. The heat pumping off her skin was incredible, and her thundering pulse made his body ache.

"Not quite," he answered huskily, flicking his gaze to her mouth and back again. "How about you give it a shot when I'm not incapacitated from a wolf bite?"

She glared at him. He smirked at her. Time seemed to freeze, and the pounding of Elena's heartbeat the only sound that could be heard.

Damon pressed his hips into hers once more, and she caught her breath. The smile faded from his face as he watched a myriad of emotions pass across hers. And then…

She pressed back.

Her hips thrust against his, her hands flew up to grab his neck, and he caught the blazing look in her eyes as she brought him down to meet her lips.

This was so far from the chaste kiss she'd given him before. Her lips were hot and almost bruising on his, and her tongue swept inside his mouth, seeking his.

The shock lasted for almost two seconds. Two long seconds during which he was immobilized, unable to do anything but process the fact that Elena Gilbert was making out with him.

But when she curled her tongue around his, and lifted one long leg around his waist, he snapped into high gear.

The sound he made was somewhere between moan and a growl, as Damon began to actively participate in the moment he'd been dreaming of for months. He grabbed the leg that she'd wrapped around his waist, gripped her thigh, thanking God for the shorts that rode up on her tan legs. Reaching up, his tilted her head roughly, forcing the angle of the kiss to change as he began pulsing against her.

Elena gripped Damon's neck, threading her hands through his hair, and when she felt his desire hard against her, she broke away with a moan. Her head fell back, and he took the opportunity to race his lips down the column of her throat, to the top of her chest where skin met cotton. He felt his dick harden further at the sight of her nipples, straining through the thin gray shirt. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra, and his mouth watered. He tucked one finger under the tube top, and flicked.

She gasped, raising her head to look at him. Her eyes were dark with lust, her lips swollen and pink.

Their mouths collided once more, and this time he lifted her onto the counter next to the sink, stepping between her legs as he continued to place open-mouthed kisses on her neck. She leaned back again, holding her arms out to prop herself up, and accidentally turned the cold water on again with her hand as she reached out.

Damon chuckled against her mouth, and snaked his hand around to press on her lower back. She arched as his other hand cupped the flow of water. When he brought it up to her neck, tilted his hand to let the water slide down, her eyes flew open and she gasped again at the shock.

He did it once more, got a handful of icy cold water and let it pour over her. The gray cotton of her shirt darkened and plastered to her skin, and Damon grinned in satisfaction as her nipples poked through, hardening even more.

Their hands grappled with clothing. Elena tugged Damon's t-shirt off, racing her hands over his chest, around to his back, as he used a little too much force on the button of her shorts, sending it flying across the room as he yanked them down. He stepped back for a moment to stare at her, sitting on his counter, legs spread, wearing tiny black panties and that tube top. He nearly groaned as she breathed heavily, the movements forcing his gaze back to her breasts.

Impatient now, Damon stepped between her legs once again, yanking the shirt over her head and pulling her back to him a heartbeat later. His jeans were already unzipped, and Elena shoved at the denim until they fell to his ankles. She was mindless, after waiting so long, after denying the very thing she'd been craving. Every touch of his hands was like fire on her skin, every path his tongue traced made her shiver. She instinctively began to grind herself against him, and he removed his hands from being tangled in her hair. With one hand, he reached down, gripped her ass to help her press more firmly against him, and with the other, he cupped her breast.

Glancing down at the sheer perfection in front of him, he felt his mouth salivate. He lowered his mouth, placing small, chaste kisses on her breast, avoiding her nipple until he could feel her practically vibrating with frustration. When he finally closed his mouth over the hardened point, she cried out, gripping his hair with one hand as she braced herself up on the counter with the other. There were droplets of water still clinging to her skin, and he laved his tongue over every single one, making his way to Elena's other breast as she moaned in pleasure. He reached out for another handful of water and this time poured it directly over her breasts, his mouth ready. And when the water sluiced over her, he covered her nipple and sucked hard.

He looked up at her as she looked down, and he bit lightly on the peak with blunt teeth as she watched. She was moving restlessly, desperately.

"Please," she managed hoarsely. "Damon…"

He would have grinned again if he hadn't been so turned on. She tugged his head up to kiss him again, then moving her lips to his neck. When she bit down, his fangs nearly came out and he had to fight to not sink his teeth into her skin. Her hand snaked down to the bulge in his underwear, and he hissed.

"Jesus, Elena, you're killing me."

She pulled away from his neck and looked at him. Her eyes were glittering, dark and full of desire. "Take me," she whispered. "I need you inside me. Now."

He shoved his boxer briefs down and ripped away her panties in the same movement. He nearly lost control again as he smelled her damp arousal, and he couldn't resist sliding his hand between her legs, into that slick heat. He slid one finger inside her, his thumb grazed her clit, and she exploded around him instantly.

"Fuck, Elena," he murmured, as he watched her come. She was so tight on his finger, her mouth was open, making little gasping noises as he slid his hand away and placed himself at her entrance.

Her legs wrapped around him once more, and he gripped her ass with both hands, keeping his eyes on her face as he pushed inside her, groaning as he felt her muscles continue to contract around him.

Her mouth opened wider as she felt him stretch her. It was like he timed his pulses to her heartbeats, each thrust going a little deeper. Finally he sank into her completely, and met her eyes hungrily.

"Oh, my God," she managed with a shuddering breath.

He began to move, sliding in and out of her smoothly, allowing her to adjust to his size. He bent down to suck on her nipples, moving from one breast to the other until she began to press her heels into his back. He thrust harder, and she cried out again.

"Damon," she gasped, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him to her for another bruising, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues danced as he gripped her securely, holding her in place before pulling nearly out, and thrusting harder and deeper than before, faster and faster until he was at a nearly supernatural speed. She pulled out of the kiss to catch her breath, unable to cry out anymore, her mouth open in silent gasps as he pounded into her, his back muscles rippling under her hands, his mouth hot on her neck, and she felt the coil of lust spread through her once more.

He could sense her impending orgasm, could feel it in the way she clenched around him. The urge to bite consumed him as he sucked her neck, feeling her pulse match up with the clenching of her muscles.

"You feel...so good," he grunted, and she whimpered in response as he thrust into her deeply, shifting the angle slightly, and the friction send her over the edge. She felt it consume her, felt every single inch of him inside her, pushing her to the point of no return. Her hands searched for purchase on his back as she exploded, quaking around him.

He felt nothing in that moment but the tight clenching of her muscles around him, saw nothing but the ecstasy running across her face. Burying his face in her neck once more, he let go. With one final thrust, he came hard, forcing her orgasm on and on, surrounding him with her scent and release.

It felt like hours had past. They stood, tangled together, breathing heavily.

When Damon finally lifted his head to search her face, he found her sleepy and sated. Yet she mustered enough strength to kiss him once more, molding their bodies together, gasping when she felt him begin to harden inside her.

He smile was hot and dangerous. He stroked one finger down the length of her jaw, letting it rest on the tip of her still sensitive nipple, and she bit her lip.

He pulled her away from the counter, and her legs stayed wrapped around him, confusion flitting over her face.

"I'm not nearly done with you yet," he promised.

***To be continued...?***