Chapter 1
Damon settled into the couch, in the Gilbert's house. Elena had just broken up with Stefan. Damon had wanted to take her out, to get her mind off of it. Elena came down the stairs. "I'm almost ready, I just need to do my hair. I will literally be 5 seconds!" Elena smiled. Damon looked at her puzzled. She has been up there for an hour! Damon thought to himself. He fixed his dark eyes on her and flashed a brilliant smile. "Fine." He said with a wink. Elena rolled her eyes and ran back up the stairs. Elena's little sister Margret on the other hand skipped into the room with an ice cream cone. Her golden curls bobbling around her pale face. Margret sat beside Damon on the couch and took a big lick of her ice cream cone. She looked up at Damon and smiled a big toothless grin. This girl is just too cute. Damon thought to himself. "Who are you?" Margret asked taking another lick of her ice cream cone. Damon flashed another brilliant smile. "I'm your sister's friend. Damon." He tried to also not say: ' and I would do anything to steal Elena from her boyfriend Stefan. "I'm Margret Gilbert!" Margret squeaked with still a wide grin on her face. "I know." Damon said in a cocky voice. Margret smiled and skipped back out of the room.
Four million hours later Elena was finally ready. "Are we ready for our date?" Damon smirked. "I never said it was a date." Elena answered sheepishly. Damon wrapped his arms around Elena's waist and smiled again. Elena felt uncomfortable. Damon slipped his fingers under the hem of her tight fitted black top. "Damon. Can you at least calm your hormones until we get out of the house where my impressionable little sister lives?" Elena took a step away. "Technically, I don't have hormones." He flashed another smile, with a hint of cockiness. Elena pulled on her black pumps, flipping her golden hair over her shoulder.
While Damon was driving Elena asked: "So where are you taking me again?" Elena looked down the busy street road. They were not in Fell's Church. "Night Club." He parked the car. "Right. Dancing. Touchy feely... Booze... Prostitutes... Oh god. Damon how about we just stay in for the night? Rent a movie or something?" Elena sounded hopeful. "C'mon that's no fun!" Damon said wrapping his arm around her waist and walking her past the long line, with completely no trouble thanks to Damon's powers. The club was hot, and full of drunks, tons of dancing. "Now lets get you something to drink." Damon smirked.
"Bourbon." Damon said to the bar tender. He looked at Elena. "Strawberry Daiquiri." Elena smiled. There drinks arrived. Elena and Damon both downed there drinks. "Let's dance." Damon took Elena's hands and guided her to the middle of the dance floor. Damon put his hands on Elena's waist. Elena couldn't bare resist the heat between them. It's not like I'm cheating. Elena thought to herself. Elena moved her hips to the music. The space between them shrank. Elena put her cool fingers on his lips. Damon took her fingers away and kissed Elena. His hands slipped up and down her sides. Elena's mind exploded in excitement. Her body couldn't help but feel important in his arms. He pulled away. Elena gazed into Damon's deep, dark eyes. Damon gazed back into her lapis lazuli eyes. Damon took her hand and walked her out of the club. He drove her back home as quick as he could. Elena got out of the car. "Hey Judith! I'm back, goodnight!" Elena yelled and ran upstairs, where Damon stood by her window.
Elena kissed him deeply. Intrigued by every touch. Damon lay Elena on the bed, still kissing her. He took off her shirt in one swift, easy motion. Elena couldn't help but rip off his shirt. They made love quietly all night. Elena had completely forgotten of Stefan, all she wanted was Damon.
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