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This chapter contains lemons.

This is how I viewed things would have happened if after the Founder's Dance/Ball if Damon had gone to check on Elena after Stefan had come home.

Chapter 1

In Her Moment of Weakness

Elena Gilbert sighed as she bid Stefan adieu out her bedroom window. She sat on her bed, rubbing her temples, trying to will the stress out of her body. She was scared, hell, petrified of what was happening with her vampire boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore. The effects of letting him drink her blood were apparent, and now, she felt somewhat guilty because of it. The past few days, Stefan had been moody, brooding, and had come close to losing control more than once.

She had just stood there and told him that she trusted him, and she did, to an extent. Sure, the thought of his losing control with her stood clear in her mind as soon as she hugged him, but she felt a sense of calmness as he declared his love for her. Then again, she almost wished that he'd lose control with her. Sometimes, well, most of the time, she thought about changing so she could be with him forever.

She stood, peeling off her clothes and tossing them into the hamper before moving over to her dresser. As she rummaged through, standing only in a pair of black satin panties, three soft taps reverberated against the window pane followed by, "I chose the perfect time to swing by."

Ugh. Damon.

She jumped, crossing her arms across her chest to cover herself before she glared over her shoulder, "What the fuck Damon? Turn around!"

He chuckled, sinister and amusing as he turned his head away, "Not like I've never seen a naked girl before. Hell, I slept with Katherine, and you're like her twin sister."

Elena threw on a navy blue tank top and shorts, then drew her dark hair up into a high pony tail before she turned around. She crossed her arms over her chest again this time, a sign of anger rather than embarrassment, "What do you want Damon?"

"May I come in?" He grinned from outside, raising his eyebrows.

"You know you don't have to ask. I couldn't keep you out, even if I wanted to." It was true. Once you invited a vampire into your home, they could come and go freely.

"I know," he said, "but I would like your permission."

"Fine. Whatever," she said as she motion for him to come through the window.

He looked around her room, smiling, "Very... teenager-y of you."

Elena rolled her eyes, "What do you want, Damon?"

"I just came to check on you. Stefan looked terrible when he got home. Personally, I think he's beating himself up too much over this, but then again, that's Stefan. Always the overachiever, even in self loathing." He moved around the room, tinkering with various things as he continued. Then he stopped and turned to her, "So, Elena? How are you?"

She didn't understand why Damon was here. Damon had absolutely no redeeming qualities about him. His concern, she assumed, had a motive behind it. But in the moment she didn't care, he asked, and she fell apart, the tears finally breaching her eyes, and pouring out over her cheeks.

"What's happening to him, Damon? Is he going to be okay? I feel so helpless, and scared. What do I do?"

Damon took a few steps toward her, and enveloped his arms tightly around her. She continued then, to sob her heart out, while he held her tightly, rubbing her back. He didn't say anything, until her sobs had ceased, "I'm sure that Stefan will be fine. He just needs to detox and get his head on straight."

She sniffed, not lifting her head from his chest, "Do you think he'll be able to do alone?"

Damon knew he couldn't, "I doubt it."

"Then what do we do?"

He sighed. Stefan could be a royal pain in his ass, and most of the time he hated the fact that his brother was so straight laced, but then again, Stefan was a big reason he was still alive after so long. Stefan's persistent urge to remain "good" kept Damon from being staked, and as much as he hated to admit it, he admired his brother for his will power. That didn't mean Damon would ever want to be like that. No, it was way too much fun to make Stefan's life a living hell as well. Keeping him on his toes, he always thought.

He drew away from her, pulling his hand to her chin and bringing her eyes up to meet his. "I'll lock him up. Just until he's better. Short of killing him, it's the only option I can think of."

Elena didn't like the idea, but what other choice did she have? If this was the only option that would keep Stefan safe, she'd take it. She nodded in agreement with Damon as she moved to pull away from him, but he kept a firm grip on her.

"You, my lady, owe me a dance," he said, smirking in that devilish way that had most girls falling at his feet.

She wouldn't deny that Damon, like Stefan, was an attractive...man. Physically, he was fit, and had dark eyes that smoldered with an intensity unknown to most, and dark hair to match, giving him that sort of bad boy look. But personality wise, he was a conceited ass, who only looked out for himself.

Elena could only conjure up a half smile as she shook her head, "Damon, I'm tired. I'd really like to go to sleep."

"Aww c'mon. One dance?"

Something told her she wouldn't get away with saying no, so she nodded, allowing him to draw her in again. Drawing her arms around his neck, she allowed her head to rest on his shoulder, while his arms encircled back around her waist. For a few moments they just swayed there, back and forth, to the silence of the room.

Her exhaustion was getting the best of her; her eyes fighting to stay open. One of Damon's hands moved up, gripping the ponytail and pulling the tie out, allowing her hair to fall freely over her shoulders.

"Sorry. I like your hair down."

She sighed, pulling away again, "I'm sorry Damon. This is...weird. I think you should go."

"Why Elena? Don't trust me?"

She had to agree that was one reason. Another reason was she was tired. A third reason, though she hated to admit it, was that she felt vulnerable around Damon; like she could lose herself with him, just as she had with Stefan. She denied it constantly, that she felt no attraction to him, but the truth was, she did. And now, in this moment when they stood together in her room, with his arms around her, she wanted to find herself lost in him, in hopes that it might make some of this...shit go away.

"I'm just really tired, and I need some rest."

"And you don't trust me. Or trust yourself, with me." Another sly smirk formed on his face as he laughed and teased, "Elena Gilbert, I'm not even compelling you, and you are finding it difficult to resist me."

She shook her head in denial, "No. That's not true."

In one swift, quick movement he was upon her again, his chest pressed against hers, one arm tightening on her waist, the other cradling her face as his dark eyes bore into hers. His lips were only centimeters away from hers as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with desire, "You don't have to resist me, Elena. I'm tired of resisting you."

He brushed his lips across hers lightly and her body stiffened even more against him as she tried to struggle from his grasp, "Damon, please. I.. we can't."

His thumb stroked her cheek, as he continued to speak, low and convincing, "Oh, so are you admitting that you, in fact, could do this? Because we can." His head dipped to the other side of her neck and he began to place slow, soft kisses along her neck.

She couldn't help herself. She was fighting it with all her might, but her body was responding. Her mind screamed no while her body screamed yes, and with the contact of his lips pressed against her neck, she lost all control as her body began to betray her even further.

She pulled her arms around his neck, drawing herself closer to him as his lips laid a trail all along her neck. His hand moved, sliding downward to cup her breast, where he utilized his thumb and forefinger to squeeze her already hardened nipple.

Involuntarily, she moaned, a sound that was music to his ears. He wanted to hear more, to make her cry out as he pleasured her. He pulled his mouth from her neck, and began to slowly move her towards her bed as she stopped and pointed to her bedroom door, "Lock it," she commanded.

He chuckled as he walked to her door, locking it and then turned back to face her. She had moved to sit on the bed, watching, her eyes now pooled with the same desire and lust that was exhibited in his. He removed his t-shirt to expose his chiseled physique as he moved back over to the bed.

She reached out, her fingers grazing over his stomach, following the lines of the muscles slowly. It made her even wetter looking at him, thinking how she wanted his body pressed against hers again.

Sex with Stefan was slow and passionate, but Elena was imagining that with Damon it would be hard, rough, and wild. That thought both excited and terrified her. She looked up to his face, to see that he was smiling again, that same wicked smile, and he leaned down to catch her lips with his.

She hated to admit it, but it was a kiss to top all other kisses as he cradled her face in his hands again. It started slowly, almost careful as if he were afraid she would stop him, but she reached out to him, her fingers hooking into the belt loops of his jeans as she kept her mouth on his, but began to edge further back onto the bed, bringing him with her.

When he felt her tongue graze along his lips, requesting permission to enter he knew there was no turning back for either of them and he opened his mouth, allowing their tongues to mingle. Very quickly, the kiss went from slow and cautious to daring and lustful as the kisses continued to deepen and they fell back completely on the bed.

Elena's legs opened, allowing Damon to lay between them, the hardness of him, apparent through his jeans, pressed against her hardly clothed core. He ground his hips against hers, slowly at first, but she moaned, lifting her hips in response, harder and more desperate.

The need to have her became greater as she gave into him, and he pulled back from her, his hands reaching for her shirt and pulling it over head to expose her breasts. He groaned as he took the sight of them, perfect fucking handfuls, perky, with little hard pink nipples. He leaned down, taking one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tight little nub. He bit it carefully, as to not draw blood, and she gasped, her hips rising powerfully against his body again.

Elena's head swirled as she tried to keep her voice down. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but her body wanted it, and somehow, if her body wanted it, then she convinced herself it was okay, even though she knew it wasn't.

She gripped Damon's hair, pulling on it as he tugged on her nipple with his mouth, his name escaping from her lips before she could stop it.

Damon didn't stop either. He moved his mouth to her other nipple, treating that one with the same respect as he had the first one. When he was done, he released them, reaching for her her shorts, pulling them and her panties off in one swift movement.

She knew if there was a time to stop, it was now. But she lost her inner battle again as his mouth found her center, and he began to fuck it with his tongue. Her hips arched without warning, causing his tongue to slide deep inside of her. He almost wanted to laugh, because she wasn't helping her cause by humping his face.

His tongue slid up, finding her clit and dragging across it slow and hard, once again causing her to struggle against him.

She didn't know how much more she could take as his tongue continued to assault her. She was on fire from head to toe now, her body begging for a release; a release that would only be given if Damon would allow it.

As she wallowed in the pleasure, her moans only driving him to continue, a picture of Stefan filled her mind. But as soon as it appeared, it was gone as she felt Damon's fingers slip inside of her while his tongue worked her clit.

He was rough. Her climax was building faster than she ever could have thought and she felt herself about to tip over the edge.

He knew she was close, and so he continued, two fingers roughly thrusting inside of her while his tongue flicked her clit until he felt her walls contract and her juices flowed freely onto his hand. She gasped, trying to stifle her moans so that she didn't wake anyone, and she gripped Damon's hair so hard that he winced, and within a few moments she relaxed, her breathing still heavy, but her climax subsiding.

He kissed his way back up her body, until he got to her neck, and she pulled her arm around him. He nipped at her skin, sending little shock waves through her as he whispered again, "You ready for more?"

She laughed internally. She wasn't sure if she could handle more, but her body was still responding to his touch, signaling that she was ready for more, whether she wanted to or not.

Moving off of her, he stood, unbuckling and unzipping his jeans sliding them off, to expose himself.

"Going commando, I see," she observed.

"I see no point in underwear," he mused.

He was impressive, that was for sure. And though she tried not to compare him to Stefan, she couldn't help but notice that while Stefan had nothing to be worried about, Damon's cock was the larger of the two. In fact, she was a little weary.

Another moment later, he was leaning over her, using his swift vampire movements again. "I hate it when you do that," she grumbled.

"What?"

"The whole.. vampire quick movement thing."

"Wait, so Stefan hasn't used that on you?"

She shook her head. With Stefan, it was slow and steady.

"Well maybe I'll use it to rock your world," he said again as he leaned down to kiss her again. The fire built again as he touched her. He stopped, his lips only breaking for a moment as he chuckled, "Are you gonna invite me in?"

She groaned as she felt the head of him press against her tight, hot opening then slowly retreat, then slowly press into her again. He really did know how to drive a girl crazy.

She responded, breathless as the ache between her thighs intensified, almost becoming unbearable, "Fuck me."

He pressed into her again, "I'm sorry. I didn't hear you. Could you repeat that?" He trailed his lips to her earlobe, where he bit it.

She groaned, "Please Damon, fuck me."

"Louder."

"Fuck me."

"I. Said. LOUDER!"

"Fuck me Damon!" She screamed, surely loud enough to wake at least her brother.

He didn't make her wait any longer and he entered her in one hard thrust. His movements took a steady pace of hard, methodical, rough thrusts as he slammed into her and withdrew, and then slammed into her again and withdrew. He couldn't believe how amazing she felt; tight, wet, hot, and wanting. She wanted it just as bad as he did, and he was giving it to her.

She wrapped one leg tightly around his hips, pulling him close to her. She needed him close to her. She moaned, her hands drawing up into his hair again as she pulled and matched his thrusts with the same intensity.

His mouth met hers again for a moment, then he pulled back to look at her. He was shocked to find that her eyes held his. Most women he encountered didn't like to be watched during sex, but not Elena; her eyes drilled into his just like his hard cock was drilling into her.

He pulled her other leg around his waist then switched the position, rolling so that she was on top. She immediately took control, positioning herself just right. She continued the thrust, grinding into him, harder and harder. His hands gripped her waist as she fucked him and he continued to keep his eyes on hers.

The intensity of his gaze was making her so hot that she thought she might explode again at any moment, but she tried to hold off, that was until he started talking to her again.

"You like that?"

She moaned, her eyes fluttering.

"Look at me," he commanded.

She moaned again, her eyes fluttering again.

His hips thrust upward into her, "Elena. You look at me when I'm talking to you."

She was finding it difficult, and his commands were taking this to a whole new level for her. She wasn't wrong, Damon was rough, and it was making for a very hot fuck.

"Are you going to come for me?" He had now picked up a steady rhythm beneath her, and she was starting to lose hers.

"Yes Damon," she moaned, trying to keep her eyes locked with his.

"Come for me, but I want you to look at me."

She felt her orgasm rising as he commanded her, "Don't look away from me, Elena. Look at me!"

Her body shook once as her eyes threatened to look away. "I.. I can't. Too... much." She was no longer thrusting, now it was him.

"Look at me. Come for me."

She cried out again as she spilled over the edge, her eyes still fighting to close and roll into her head, but his voice commanded her and she kept them locked into his, her orgasm rocking her so hard that she dugs her nails into his chest, just to keep herself from closing her eyes.

"DAMON," she moaned loudly as she felt her body continue to ride the pleasure.

He was surprised. He had never had a girl that managed to keep their eyes on him as long as Elena had, and it caused him to lose control of his body, and he moaned, "Elena...Kiss me Elena."

She obliged, still riding her orgasm. She leaned down and pressed her mouth against his, their tongues fighting for dominance as they both succumbed to the moment, perhaps the most pleasurable for both of them.

A few minutes later they relaxed. She had collapsed onto his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her. The last thing she ever expected, was that Damon Salvatore was a cuddler.

He stroked her hair as she lay against him, thinking that by far this was the most amazing night he had ever spent with someone, even Katherine. It wasn't because she was in love with Stefan, or that he was going to kill him when he found out. No, there was something special about Elena that he now felt that Stefan was taking for granted, and he suddenly became very jealous of Stefan. He knew that she would go back to Stefan, if he ever found out about this, he would still take her back.

She broke his thoughts, "Is everything okay?" She was now feeling guilty, as the weight of what just happened came over her. But she knew he hadn't compelled her; if only she could blame it on that. No, this had been her decision, and she would have to face the consequences of her actions.

"Yeah," he said, "Every thing's fine. I guess I should probably go."

"Don't leave. Not yet. Please?"

He was surprised that she would even want him to stay. But he nodded, kissing the top of her head, "Sure, Elena. I'll stay as long as you like."

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