MM – Sorry! I know I haven't posted/updated anything in a little bit, I've been busy with school and life. Remember, reviews make me happy.

I don't own the Vampire Diaries or any of the characters.


"Remind me why I agreed to this again," Elena sighed as she walked into Victoria Secret, crossing her arms, "With all that's going on, I don't think it'll be a good idea to..."

"Come on, Elena," Caroline nagged, pulling her friend down to the bikini aisle, "You've been so serious lately, I actually think you forgot how to have fun." Caroline quickly picked up a pink and yellow set, the 'pieces of cloth' that were supposed to cover private parts were barely existant. "Go try this on.." Just as Elena opened her mouth to object, Caroline shot her a look that said 'Don't even.', "Shoo shoo," Caroline teased, waving her hands towards the dressing room and took a seat on one of the waiting chairs.

Huffing, Elena grabbed the two-piece and ran into the changing room. "Hello, Barbie," a familiar voice called from behind.

Turning around, Caroline seethed, "What're you doing here, Damon?"

"Ah, you know, enjoying the view," he drawled, chuckling. "Tell me," he asked slowly, "did I just see... Elena walk into one of the dressing rooms?"

"No," Caroline lied, "Now go away."

Smirking, he pretended like he didn't hear her, "I think I did," he whispered, winking, and took a seat, "Mm, I can't wait for the show to start."

Annoyance clear on her face, she decided to just ignore him. Tapping her foot loudly, Caroline checked her phone. "Hurry up, Elena, you've been in there for like ten minutes," she whined, "Show," she paused, glancing at Damon, "us how you look."

"It's been two minutes, Caroli-" Elena paused, her breathing increasing slightly, "Wait, what do you mean..."

"Hello, Elena," Damon called out, "Hurry up, I'm not getting any younger," he joked. Caroline elbowed him as she as she stared at him with a glare that could kill. "Ow,"

"What are you doing here, Damon?" Elena whisper-yelled, "Caroline, if you called him, I swear.."

"Of course she did, you know how much we love each others company," Damon said sarcastically, rolling his eyes, "Just get out, Elena. Before I open the door myself,"

"N-No," she stammered, quickly looking for her clothes.

"Give us a moment, will you?" Damon whispered to Caroline, "Don't worry, I won't do anything she doesn't want me to." he smirked unconvincingly.

"Five minutes," Caroline whispered back, jabbing him with her finger, and went to get some coffee.

"Eleeena," Damon sing-songed outside her door, "Come on out, I don't bite, I promise," he chuckled.

"Go away, Damon," Elena replied uneasily, while still attempting to get the bikini string untied, "Damn it," she whispered, tugging at the knot.

"Need some help?" Damon teased, "I promise I won't look at anything you don't want me to look at," he paused, "unless, of course, you want me to..."

"No!" Elena yelled, clamping her hand over her mouth, "I mean, no," she said softer, tugging harder at the strings, "I.."

"Unlock the door, Elena," Damon insisted, "You know I wouldn't do anything you didn't approve of,"

Elena slowly unlocked the door, "I can't untie the knots," she said frustratedly, still tugging on the string, "Could you.." she finally looked up and gasped, Damon was staring at her in such an odd way she was almost scared, almost.

"Elena," Damon said quietly, his eyes wandering down her form. He slowly stepped into the small change room, closing the door firmly behind him. His hands instantly went to her hips, pulling her closer to him.

"D-Damon," Elena stuttered, confused, "If you cou-"

"Are you buying this?" he asked urgently, not waiting for a reply, his grip tightened, "You're not wearing that to Caroline's pool-party," he stated solidly.

"What?" Elena asked shocked, "You can't boss me aro-"

"You're not wearing that," he repeated heatedly, "I won't allow it,"

"You don't have the right to make decisions for me, Damon," she yelled, "Besides, it's just a biki-"

He interrupted her for the thousandth time that afternoon, "No."

Her anger snapping, she pushed him hard though he barely budged, "I am wearing this to Caroline's party, and there's nothing you can do about it," she replied confidently, crossing her arms under her breasts, which did nothing but increase his need for her.

"Are you mad?" he retorted, "There's going to be at least thirty horny male teenagers there," he let go of her to point up and down her form, "By wearing this, you're basically beggi-"

"Shut up!" Elena yelled, blushing furiously, "I can wear whatever I want, besides, Caroline said I should have fun.."

"You should know by now to not listen to whatever Caroline says," he scolded.

"She is right," she continued, ignoring him, "Stefan's made it clear he doesn't want anything to do with me anymore, and I think it's about time I..." she looked up at Damon from under her eyelashes, "started dating again.."

"What?" he yelled, opening his mouth when a loud tapping came from the other side of the door.

"Is everything alright in there?" one of the attendants asked sharply.

Smirking, Elena opened the door, "Everything's fine, sorry," and pushed Damon outside, smiling sweetly, "Run along, dear," she chuckled.

She laughed as she saw the look Damon was sending her right before she slammed the door on his face.


MM – Short! I know. Don't worry, It's going to be at least 3-5 chapters long. For those that know me, you know how much I hate writing long stories. Remember, reviews make me happy.