A/N: I don't know why I keep getting inspired by country songs for Delena. They aren't a country song couple, but I don't try too hard to fight it. :) I might have some ideas for a Ch. 2 and a tiny fluff epilogue if anyone is interested. ~AL

Elena just got home, exhausted after a long shift at work. She heard the door lock jiggling behind her and her legs gave out just as she sat down in their kitchen. Their schedules had worked out well so far. She bet Damon had just hit bar close and come home for the evening. She could tell he was just as drained as her when he collapsed next to her at their kitchen island. There went her secret hope he'd ravish her on sight, do all the work so she could just lay back and let the evening end better than it had proceeded. Worse yet, he seemed incredibly down about something. "I just bought a truck today."

And for all Damon's natural machismo, it sounded like he'd just said he bought tights and a tutu.

"What?" Elena said through a laugh. She momentarily forgot the weariness tightening her muscles.

"It just makes more sense. I need to haul the alcohol around, cases, kegs…" he looked up at Elena through his black hair. She mentally noted that she needed to trim them again. "...kids, someday. Maybe."

Elena's mouth opened in surprise even as she fought with herself to keep her smile from getting any bigger. They hadn't really had the 'when' talk yet. "C'mon," she grabbed at his shoulder and tugged him away from the counter. "Show me this truck."

He stood, but his weary muscles didn't want to carry him any further. "Do you know how many drunk old men I had to send off in cabs today? Eight. The answer is eight."

"So business is booming?" Elena said with a grin.

He shook his head. "It's almost wrong to take their money." He captured her lips in a deep and quick kiss.

"Damon," she groaned. "You choose now to have a conscience? As an enterprising young business owner?"

"I never had a conscience before you," he blamed.

"Liar." She called him out and it brought a smile to his lips.

He loved that she still saw the good in him. Some part of him was terrified that one day she'd wake up and realize what he was without her. Not a good man, not anything. "Fine." He grabbed her hand and led her to their apartments' garage. He had no desire to look back and see the expression on her face when she laid eyes on their newest human life acquisition.

"I was assured it was the best four door pickup on the market. At our price point," he grimaced. For a second he looked a little lost. "All I know is that it's not my Camaro. Or my mustang."

She gave him a sly look.

Damon couldn't meet her eyes. "I feel like a sellout. I feel like some twisted Alaric/Matt hybrid."

Elena sidled up to him, wrapping her tired arms around him. "Hey, I think it's kinda sexy." She rested her cheek against his chest, somewhat grateful he hadn't traded in the black leather jacket.

His arm wrapped around her automatically and rubbed her back. She could have melted into the pressure of his hand on her sore back. He put his mouth to her head. "That doesn't reassure me. You dated Matt," he said into her hair.

Elena pushed away from him. "There are a lot of fun things you can do with a truck," she drawled.

"Yeah?" Damon followed her as she retreated a few steps. His lips came close to hers, but he didn't close that final distance.

"Yeah. We could help our friends move."

"Oh yeah?" His nose brushed hers.

Elena smiled. "Mmmhmm."

"Mm, for a second there I thought you said 'fun.'"

"We could drive in snow."

"Yeah, so much fun driving in the snow in Tribeca." He rolled his eyes.

"We could go off-roading," she offered.

"What, like, to go naked camping?" he asked.

Elena laughed. "Or, like, regular camping. All our gear would fit in the back."

"Hmm." He let his lips lightly touch hers. "Anything else?"

Elena stood on tiptoes to whisper into his ear. "You could take me in the back of your truck anytime you wanted."

His blue eyes snapped open. "Anytime?" he asked with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"I am powerless to the allure of the truck," Elena said seductively. She rubbed her hand alongside the slightly scraped paintjob and lowered the back of the truck so that the cab was open before she came back up to him and grabbed a handful of his jacket.

She kissed him aggressively before he finally settled his hands at her waist.

He backed her up against the back of the truck and when she got close enough, lifted her up so she was sitting on the lowered tailgate. He wrapped her legs around his waist. "You're not worried about people seeing?"

She leaned to kiss him again. "No one in our apartment building has our hours. It's why we get noise complaints every other week," she said in between kisses. "Besides, the parking lot is dimly lit. There are no cameras…"

"I'm glad our lack of security turns you on."

"You turn me on," she countered as she kept her mouth buried against his.

He placed a testing hand on the metal floor of the cargo bed. "This is…not going to feel good."

"Speak for yourself." Elena said.

He sighed. "You're going to make me lay on the bottom aren't you?"

She gave him a pretend pout before grinning again. "Unless you want to take the time to grab some comforters from our room." She ground her hips against him.

He groaned and leaned into her entire body. "That's okay. I'm too tired to be on top, anyway."

In a swift moment that left Elena breathless, he'd leapt and sprawled onto the truck bed and pulled her in. Sometimes she swore he was still part vampire.

She readjusted her hips so that they were in line with his stomach and she moved herself softly against him. "Oh no. I expect you to work, Damon. Do you know how many people I treated for alcohol poisoning today?" She leaned in close. "It was more than eight."

Damon grinned and slid his hands beneath her top even as he began to move his hips up. "Just trying to keep you in business, babe." If she wanted a ride in his new truck he'd give her one.

She laughed and straightened so that her weight was all on Damon where he was pushing against her. He loved the way her straight brown hair looked as it streamed behind her while she rocked into his hips.

His jeans were easy to wiggle past his hips, but her scrubs proved to be a different problem. In the end, he ended up just shredding them enough to gain access to Elena's upper thighs.
She gasped and looked down at him with a flash of genuine anger in her eyes. Probably because it was her only pair of maroon scrubs. "I'll buy you other pants," he promised grinning.

He had only just freed himself before she was rubbing herself against him. He groaned and threw his head back, only to groan again when the base of his skull hit a hard metal ridge.

Before he could clear his head from the pain, Elena lowered herself onto him and began to rock back and forth against him.

He planted his feet against the truck and bucked up against her, loving the cry of shock that came from her mouth. He used his back as leverage as he pistoned his hips into hers. She grabbed the tops of his thighs behind her as she tried to keep her balance.

She panted out her appreciation a few times and tried to focus on thrusting towards him, with him, against him instead of just allowing herself to be fucked, but eventually she found it was all she could do to keep from falling off him.

His hands helped with steadying her by griping her at her waist as he slammed up into her over and over.

"Damon," she panted as a familiar feeling swept over her stomach and the tops of her thighs. "Damon!" She would have toppled over and off him as she came hard if it weren't for his strong arms and legs, straining to keep her in place.

Elena struggled for words as he fucked her through it, looking for his own relief. Her nails scraped against the smooth muscles of his lower stomach as she fought to keep her body still for his thrusts when all she wanted to do was struggle away from the sensation. She broke skin as he fucked her into another spike of pleasure. "Please," she begged now in what was almost a sigh. A few tears fell from her lips. "Please, Damon."

Damon gave a harsh gasp and allowed her to fall forward onto his chest as he came. He locked his arms around her lower back to keep her close as he gave the final few ruts that left him spent.

Elena wanted to kiss him. To look into his eyes and say all the things about him that made her heart and body melt. But she was too tired. She settled for resting her head against his chest and wishing he'd taken the time to undress them both fully.

His hand lazily scrolled circles on her back. It wasn't the same exquisite rub as before, but there was something infinitely comforting in that light touch.

"Promise me you'll never stop doing that."

"You were just begging me to stop," he rumbled.

"Yeah, well. Never," she inched up his body slowly until her lips were close to his, "ever stop." She kissed him.