Somewhat Personal

AN: Hey everyone! This is my second attempt at writing and I love this episode so much so I thought if share my opinion on how it should have gone. See you at the bottom!

"Did you do it?" Damon rolled his eyes as Elena came in demanding a confession for something he didn't do. She came around to his left to join him at the bar.

"That seat's taken," Damon said mechanically, repeating the same words he had told Liz earlier.

"But there's no one here," Elena said, looking at him questionably.

'Well, I'm just going to pretend like there's someone there, because the alternative it just too damned depressing." He expected Elena of all people to let him mourn in his own way.

"Did you set off the explosion that killed the town council?" She accused.

He was seriously pondering why everyone thought he would cause an explosions of all things. "Am I wearing my I-Blew-Up-The-Council T-Shirt? Why does everyone keep asking me that?"

"Did you?" she challenged.

"Noo! Anything else?" Damon asked, turning back to his bourbon.

"Yes. Something's wrong..." Elena started nervously.

Damon immediately turned towards her and put his full attention on her.

"I can't keep any of the animal blood down." She admitted in embarrassment.

Damon instantly flashed his famous smirk. "Well there's a shock." He said with an 'I told you so' tone dripping.

She gave him a pointed look as he put up his hands in self-defense. Her face changed however, and she leaned over to tell him in a voice hardly above a whisper. "I think I need your help." And there it was.

He sighed. "Of course you do." He could have seen this one coming from a mile away. He glanced around and created a vampire's perfect menu. "Pick you meal. You got Asian Fusion, Mexican, or what about some good old American Comfort Food?"

Elena immediately shook her head and rejected his idea. "No. No Human Blood. Stefan's right. I need to at least try to get through this without hurting anyone."

"Fine," he said in a slightly annoyed tone. In that moment, he made a decision he knew he would be regretting later. Oh well, Elena is most definitely worth it. He grabbed her by the arm and tugged her to their destination. "Come on."

"What are you doing? " Elena said totally bewildered as soon as they entered the bathroom.

He brought his hand up to he mouth as he released his fangs. They pierced his skin and let his rich dark blood come to surface. Elena gasped as soon as she saw the liquid. "Giving you what you need." Damon couldn't wait for Elena to experience this but played it off. "Drink."

"What?!"

He internally sighed. "You're a new vampire, Elena. You need warm blood from the vein. Maybe this will do the trick. Or not. Just.. Don't tell Stefan." He winced as he said the last part, knowing Stefan would kill him if he found out.

Elena was losing all self-control as she watched the blood pool in his palm. "Why not?" She breathed, her eyes attached to his hand.

Damon swore under his breath as he tried to put the situation delicately. By doing this he was quite possibly signed up for death by jealous brother. "Because Blood-Sharing is kinda.. personal." He articulated it that way so she wouldn't instantly run back to Stefan.

"What do you mean it's personal?"

He debated saying more, but ultimately decided the less he said the better. "Just Drink," he responded eagerly.

She tilted her head and gave him a skeptical look, as if deciding if Damon was trustworthy. After a bit more hesitation, she focused on his eyes as she moved towards his hand.

As soon as she sunk her teeth into his hand, his eyes rolled back into his head. He pulled her against her chest in a tight embrace, stroking her hair. He felt a riveting sensation as she drew out his blood. It was as if he was giving himself to her.

The moment Elena tasted the blood, she was engulfed in pure pleasure. His blood was so rich and soothing as it slid down her throat. Along with the blood came warmth and a burning sense of desire, as if her body was lit on fire. All she knew is she needed more Damon.

In his 173 years, Damon had never experienced a sensation as powerful as this before. Sure, he'd shared blood before. But it never made him feel weak in the knees, and hell this was only going one way!

Something deep within Elena sparked, and shoved Damon up against the side of the stall. He groaned as soon as his back hit the wall and she moved away from his hand to look at him. His eyes reflected her lust and passion. She took a quick glance from his eyes to his neck, licking her lips. He nodded her on and she jumped to attack his neck. She needed more blood to satisfy her hunger, and Damon tasted like fucking heaven.

As Elena got more entranced in the blood, her hands began to wander all over Damon's body. She ran he hands through his hair, tugging it a bit to better access the blood. She let her fingertips trickle down the back of his neck causing him to shiver. She glided her hands up and down his back before bring them around to his chest. She let her hands rest firmly against it as she slowly slid them down, testing Damon's limits.

Damon's self-control was faltering. Here was the love of his life crushed up against him, devouring him. Her hands traveled all over his body making his nerves ignite. He felt like putty in her hands, but it didn't matter. He started to feel dizzy as she attacked him more aggressively.

Elena was blinded by the ecstasy that came with Damon's blood. She couldn't get enough of him and any previous concerns for Stefan's feelings were thrown out the window. She hoisted herself up and tangled her legs around Damon's waist, feeling his erection below her. Normally she would be embarrassed, but his blood empowered her and she started grinding on him.

"Elena!" Damon gasped desperately. Holy shit, he thought, she is a total vixen. He could feel her smirking in his neck and she had him under her control. However, Elena had taken too much blood, and Damon started to sink to the ground.

He really didn't want to cut off her food source, but he couldn't give her anymore. "Elena, wait." he pleaded, but she moaned into his neck denying him. "Elena stop, you're going to drain me!" He said forcefully and nudged her off.

Once she finally released his neck she leaned back and breathed in the air. Damon's eyes followed a single drop of blood that slid down her collar. She tilted her head back and saw Damon staring at the blood and instantly realized what was wrong. "Oh my god I took too much didn't I? I'm sorry Damon it was just so... electrifying."

Damon shook his head and raised himself up again. He looked her directly in the eye, "Elena, I wanted you to do this. I'll be fine. Just know that satisfying you, satisfies me." To emphasize his point he did his signature eye thing.

Elena lips formed a smile but she was still laced with concern. "You need blood now, I'm not going to almost drain you then not give anything back. Here." She bit into her arm then stuck it out, offering her blood.

"Elena," He warned, "I am giving you a chance to turn around and walk out the door. I don't know how much I can control myself right now." His eyes flickered back and forth from her face to her wrist.

She placed her hands on his face, her open wound right next to his now showing fangs. She looked directly into his eyes, "Damon, I want this." Her eyes were pleading, saying everything that was unsaid between them. He studied her for a moment, then replied. "Fine, but we are doing this the right way."

AN:I'm planning on making this a two-shot, please let me know what you think of my writing by leaving me a review! Thank you reading, love y'all!

-Tina