Warning: This is pure smut (oxymoron?) But, if this show was on HBO maybe it could happen. hehe. Sorry English is not my 1st language so if there are grammar errors...don't hate too much. If you like it leave a review! Thanks! Enjoy.

Setting: sometime in the future, Damon and Elena's built up sexual tension...well comes literally ;p

Their search for Stefan had brought them closer than ever. It wasn't just that Damon was a changed man. His willingness to become vulnerable around her, had made her see him in a new light. At that was the thing, Elena had seen but also accepted Damon in her life as a permanent fixture. Despite, his deathbed confession and her sweet gentle kiss they were had settled into a "friends only" routine.

They had been driving for awhile and it was getting dark out. Even though Damon didn't need to stop he still indulged that it was probably uncomfortable for Elena to sleep in the car for long periods of time. They pulled into a decrepit looking Motel 8. It was like out of one of those horror films, a semi-abandoned and creepy run down building... it seemed to screaming out to the night, "come here if you dare".

Getting out of the car Damon felt the air charged with an uncertain electricity. It was eerie, he wasn't sure how to describe it but it made him feel a heady sense of dread and anticipation...of what? He wasn't sure but he was on high alert now. He super zoomed himself to Elena's door and yanked it open quickly. "Come on, let's get inside..." he growled.

Elena blinked away the sleep in her eyes as she looked up to see where they were. "Damon," she said tentatively. "It's okay, Elena" he said in a slightly more controlled voice. He reached for her hand gently and pulled her into his side. He could smell her shampoo and the softness of her skin. It was driving him crazy. Damon was happy knowing that they could go back to being friends, that she had forgiven him for all the horrible things he had done...but...it wasn't like he was immune to her physically.

Sighing he walked them to the cashier and handed the guy two wrinkled twenties. The clerk, his pot belly barely covered in his grease stained wife beater...hardly looked up. He listless handed over a key, attached to a gaudy plastic plaque with the room number on it. Damon grabbed the key and his arm still draped over Elena's shoulder guided them to their room. He was starting to get a little concerned by the tiredness and weariness in Elena's eyes. They had been searching for Stefan for months now and no sign of him. He knew it was taking a toll on her emotionally but he wasn't sure how to comfort her...words weren't his strong suit in this case.

"You okay?" he asked softly. Her soft brown eyes drifted up to him and he saw a bit of light appear. "Yeah, I'm fine Damon," she smiled a half smile, "I'm just exhausted and I feel so gross after being in the car for hours". As she talked he managed to unlock the door and with more force then it would seem necessarily open the door. He pushed her inside and looked behind him. Not a single soul was outside. He could hear the wind rustling some dirt around and that was about it. Content that no one was following them he quickly shut the door behind him to address Elena. "Hey, maybe you should take a bath why I find something to drink..." he smirked. With genuine concern in his voice he added, "maybe we should go back to Mystic Falls soon..." he trailed off not sure if that was what she wanted to hear or not.

"No!" Elena said with more force than she expected. "I mean...we can't yet, just a little while longer, please Damon" as her voice softened into a plea. Damon felt his insides melt when he looked into her eyes. "Okay, now go wash up, I'm gonna take a look around" he said and with that he turned quickly and exited the room. He didn't wanna say that the real reason was because he couldn't bear to be so close to her while she was going to undress. Walking outside he found a dusty vending machine but hell it was better than nothing. He smoothed out a dollar and stuck it in the machine selecting some crackers. Now that he had Elena covered he needed something for himself and draining the night clerk was probably not an option. He quickly went back to the cashier and saw that the guy still had some bourbon left in a Jim Beam bottle. He quickly grabbed it and when the clerk protested he compelled him. Smirking he walked back to the room, damn sometimes it was good to be a vampire.

When he entered again, he hear the bath still running. He flopped on the bed and made a face of disgust at the dust that flew up in the air. Turning on the small TV he decided this might take his mind off of thinking about Elena naked. Grabbing the bottle he took a large swig and relaxed as the bourbon burned down his throat. A few more swigs and he decided to get comfortable. He kicked off his black leather boots and shrugged out of his equally black leather jacket. He could hear Elena in the bath and it was making him horny as fuck. Images flashed in his mind of her toned legs that went on for miles, the gentle curve of her hips, those delicious looking lips... "Oh god..." Damon let out a real groan as he felt himself getting hard. In his head Elena was slowly rubbing her hand up her olive legs then gently lifting her hand up to wash her arms. Even the drip of the water seemed sexy in his fantasy. The water was probably starting to get lukewarm and when she set up the cold air made her nipples enticingly perky.

"Shit, shit!" Damon muttered to himself. He needed to stop daydreaming because right now his pants felt way too tight. Taking a large gulp of bourbon he thought what the hell...he unbutton his jeans and slipped them off. He reached his hand down slowly and touched himself. Fuck he was so hard. Frustrated he took the last gulp of the bourbon to steel his nerves. Images of Elena naked and wet and arching against him in pleasure flashed in his mind.

"oohhhhh, fuck this shit!" Damon growled. He set up suddenly on the bed and ripped his shirt off over his head. He stormed over to the bathroom throwing open the door. Elena looked up startled as Damon's eyes bore into her. He looked over at her and it was like all he imagined plus more. His eyes darken with lust and desire as he struggled to form words. "Elena," he half choked out. As in a dream Elena slowly lifted herself out of the tub, her face unreadable. "Damon, you scared me," she said softly. The tenderness in her voice snapped out of his haze momentarily and he was shocked that she wasn't embarrassed or upset. "I'm...sorry," he managed to get out as she slowly stepped out of the tub. "Damon," she breathed out as her eyes wandered over his hard chest and down towards the bulge in his boxers. A pink flush was working itself over her body and she couldn't tell what it was that changed but she didn't care. She stepped forward towards him as he stayed rooted in spot. She placed a small hand on his pale chest feeling his muscles tense at her touch.

Without another thought Damon let his desire overtake him as he grabbed her with both arms and sped them both into the other room. He threw her gently back on the bed and leaned over her. He groaned as he started to gently kiss and lick his way up her thigh. Elena closed her eyes as the pleasure and excitement of the moment took over. She knew it was all sorts of wrong. A little voice in the back of head keep screaming for her to put an end to this. She couldn't though.

Damon got closer until he was finally at her sweet spot. He gently kissed around it stopping to nip at her hip bone. Elena's back arched as pain and pleasure flooded her. He nuzzled her with his nose until he finally inched his tongue out and ran it up her lady lips.

"Oh, oh...Damon..." Elena managed to breathe out as her sense were on overload. Damon expertly licked her from top to bottom, stopped at her clit and gently sucking on it. Elena's back arched as she moaned. Damon was so incredibly turned on by her moans that he thought he could cum without even touching himself. He licked her steadily while slowly reaching up and enclosing her breast with his hand. He kneaded it softly and then tweaked her nipple getting another satisfied moan from Elena.

He pressed harder against her with his tongue and tasted her juices mixed with his saliva, combined with the bourbon it was the best cocktail he had. He started to move his tongue against her faster as her hand reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair. Her body shuddered with pleasure and her contracting muscles put him in a frenzy.

Elena's mouth fell open in pleasure but she didn't make a sound as her eyes closed. Her body lifted off the bed again and again as she felt herself getting close to release. "yes, yes...ohhhh awww...yes...DAMON!" She screamed as the wave of orgasmic pleasure took over her.

Damon smirked as he started kissing his way up her body against her smooth flat stomach. He gently licked and niped against her ribcage and then took her breast in his mouth. His tongue swirled against her nipple as he sucked. Leaning back a bit Damon blew on her nipple covered in his saliva so that his breath gave a tingling sensation of pleasure.

Elena reached down and grabbed him through his boxers..

"Oh fuck, ohhhhhh" Damon moaned as her tiny fingers reached out and grasped him fully in her hand. She jerked him off with quick motions as he continue to lick and nip up towards her neck. He gently nuzzled it before he sucked and licked the sheen of sweat that had formed there. She tasted salty but not in a bad way.

Elena moaned as she felt his human teeth graze against neck. Thoughts of him biting her flashed in her mind and she was incredibly weirded out and turned on by it. Damon growled as if he was reading her mind and pulled back.

Elena her eyes have closed from desire and exhaustion looked up as he yanked off his boxers. Her eyes grew big and then dark with desire as she saw his cock hanging there free. As if it was speaking to her itself, it twitched and grew bigger. This whole time that they had been together neither of them as looked each other fully in the eyes. It was too scary to think about what they would find there. Guilt, lust, desire, love? Damon was afraid it would all end if he made this so much more intimate with a glance into her soul. As if she understood she didn't look him in the eye but grabbed his arms pulling him back closer.

She felt his body heat as he hovered over here and she instinctively arched up towards him. Damon moaned as her nipples scraped against his chest. Her hips hit his as she tried to fulfill the ache she had. Damon no longer to take it anymore reached down and guided himself towards her entrance. He hesitated for one second but she reached up and pulled him down towards her at the same time arching her hips towards him. He was inside in one swoop. His brain exploded with pleasure as he felt her tight walls cover his dick. He knew Elena was young and probably hadn't had many sexual partners. The knowledge that she was still kinda pure in a way drove him crazy with passion. He wanted to go slow he did, but before he could stop himself he was pounding into her over and over. The only sound their heavy breathing and him slapping against her.

He reached down and with one hand angled her hips higher. Elena thought she was going to explode. She was so tired for her first orgasm she wasn't sure she had it in her for another. But, this new movement drove his pelvic bone against her clit made her filled with sensation once again. He felt her inner walls tighten around him and he knew he would not last much longer. His head fell against her neck and he placed bunches of little kisses all over it.

"Ohhh...fuck...ohh yeah...ohhhh Elena" he muttered. He thrust in and out as her moans grew louder. He felt her fingers digging into his back. He ground his cock against her in a circle and then slammed back down into her as he came.

"Ohhhh...ohhh" was all he could gasp as he moaned in satisfaction. He rolled off of her their skin both so sticky with sweat and their juices. His head hit the pillow and he closed his eyes trying to maintain a facade of control. He felt Elena get up from the bed and go into the bathroom. As his nerves calmed down, Damon absently minded reached down to his cock and stroked it, wondering what the hell just happened.