I do not own Vampire Diaries and the characters! This is my first fanfic. :)

This is set after "Miss Mystic Falls." Stefan has left, and Elena has no idea why. She has gotten closer to Damon, but she's confused about her feelings. One day she decides to question Damon, and end up doing an entire different thing. Read to find out what happens ;) I decided to do this as a one shot, but if you guys like it, I can continue it. 3 Leave me reviews.

Unexpected Desires

Elena washed her face with cold water and wondered what exactly was going on in her life right now. Stefan was gone for three weeks, and she had not heard from him since before the Miss Mystic Falls contest. He had left her with no partner for the dance, alone and unprotected, so she had to take the help Damon was offering her.

Damon. Elena tried to rub off his name by splashing more water on her cheeks and neck now. She was burning up. Dammit, Elena thought, and decided to take a shower to calm down her eager thoughts. She took her clothes off quickly and shoved them aside, turning on the shower and going inside. Whatever she did, she couldn't get her mind off of Damon. He was a huge part of her life right now, and Stefan being away reinforced their bond. Ever since dancing with him, she had felt something trigger deep inside of her. Something that she had a hard time hiding and controlling. Something that was awakening the hunger she never thought she had.

Elena got out of the shower and quickly dressed, she had to meet Damon at the boarding house soon. She wanted to know why Stefan was gone, why he hadn't called her or made an attempt to contact her. Honestly, she was sick of the lies and the secrets. She needed to move on and concentrate on herself, because Stefan had made it clear by running away that he wasn't interested in her anymore. She hurried over to the boarding house, and let herself in.

"It really smells good in here, Damon. Are you cooking again?" yelled Elena, taking off her jacket and smiling at the tickling sensation saying his name aloud produced. Damon appeared out of nowhere and hugged her lightly, kissing the top of her head.

"Hello, Elena. What brings you here?" Damon smirked and turned around, heading to the kitchen. Elena followed him, trying to match his pace and quickly said, "I just want to ask you some things Damon. Is that okay with you?" He suddenly stopped and widened his eyes, taking her in. He looked at her from top to bottom, admiring her luscious curves and irresistible breasts. He licked his lips and Elena blushed, smiling, taking this chance to fully appreciate his muscled arms and strong chest. Damon snapped back to reality and started walking again; grinning now because he knew the effect he had on Elena.

Elena just stood there admiring his back and then followed him into the kitchen. She poured herself a cup of wine and sat on the counter. "Well, can I ask you or not?" She smiled teasingly and Damon turned around from what he was doing and simply replied with a nod of his head, then went back to cutting some bread. "Why did Stefan leave, Damon? What's the secret behind all of this? I know there's something you're not telling me." Damon stopped cutting the bread, and turned around to face Elena. He looked away for a second, and then said, "I can't tell you, Elena. He'll be back soon, so don't worry too much about it."

Elena quickly got up from her seat and stood right in front of Damon. "You don't get to tell me what I should worry about. I don't want him back. I don't want to go back to all the lying and deceptions. I can't be with someone who runs away and doesn't even bother to tell me why." Two tears escaped her eyes now, and Damon was staring straight at her. He cupped her face with his hands, and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. She took both of his hands in hers and squeezed them. "What are you doing?" said Damon, nearly choking on his words.

"I don't know," replied Elena, feeling the most powerful urge to kiss him right there, right now, with no regrets. There was something in her voice that scared her, something deep that she couldn't understand. She moved away, even when she felt a pang of pain in her chest. What is this? What am I doing? Elena couldn't answer the questions in her head, so she simply decided to walk away from him as fast as she could. More tears streamed down her face, and she felt someone grabbing her from behind as she crushed something hard. Damon was holding her against his chest, breathing the scent of her hair.

Damon turned her around, and held both her hands behind her back. Elena stared questioningly at him, and all she could manage to say was "What's going o…" before his lips were all over hers. She remained numb, until his scent was too intoxicating and resisting was nearly impossible. She gave in to his kiss, and quivered lightly, her knees growing weak because of the power that emanated from him. He drew back, and she was too dizzy to do something. Damon seized her waist, and she held on to his jacket afraid to let go. Elena drew closer to him; until she was just a few inches apart from his lips, and whispered, with a fierce and unknown edge on her voice, "Please, don't stop." Damon got her up, and moved her against a wall, pressing her arms around her head. He kissed her again, slower this time, caressing her bottom lip with his tongue, teasing her and begging for entrance.

Elena parted her lips and welcomed Damon's tongue in, playing and twirling it with her own. He moved down to her neck now, teasing it with soft bites while one of his hands moved down to fondle her breast. He caressed it through her shirt, and then proceeded to take it off and throw it aside. He placed both of his hands on her sides now, moving her closer to him, opening his hands to feel her bare stomach. Damon had never felt so good before, he was rock hard, and Elena knew it. He hissed under his breath when she placed a hand on top of the bulk in his pants and massaged it. He moved her hand away and placed it above her head, and then he unhooked her bra and made a trail of kisses around her swollen breasts. Elena gasped when he took one of her hard pink nipples into his mouth and savored it. He flicked it with his tongue and sucked on it, while he was massaging the other breast with his free hand.

Damon kissed his way down to her stomach, unzipping her pants and taking her panties down with them. He smelled her scent, and took it all in. He was getting harder by the second, and all he could think about was pleasing her. Damon wanted to devour her and make her climax as many times as he could. He got up and seized her butt to carry her and place her on the table. He kissed her again and then bent down to spread her legs. He kissed a path from her knee to her thigh, lingering there. He got closer to her core, and separated her lips with two fingers, while his tongue stroked her clit. Elena shrieked and withered with pleasure, leaning back and spreading her legs more to give him access. She threw her head back and moved Damon's head closer to her center. He stuck a finger inside, and started to move it in and out, while sucking on her clit harder and harder, making her scream louder. She felt everything shatter, and as she was reaching her climax she screamed out his name. Damon got up, and held her tightly, removing the wet hair from her face. He bent down to kiss her, and Elena wrapped her arms around his neck. Damon carried her again, taking her up to his room. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. Elena giggled and thought I sure hope so while moving up to kiss him.

As Damon was carrying Elena to his room, he was ignorant of everything and everyone that was outside the boarding house. Stefan, who heard the entire thing, was now going up the front stairs and entering the front door.