AN: For a challenge. My word: Rough. My first story with…sexual content so go easy on me please. I ship both Damon/Elena and Stefan/Elena so I wasn't sure which pairing to go with, but since my word was rough, I went with the character that was a little more violent.

Damon handed Elena another glass of bourbon. "You're going to be drunk out of your mind before sunset," Damon warned her. "You aren't used to drinking; you don't have as high of a tolerance as I do."

"You said it helps with vampire cravings," she said defensively. "This is so I don't end up eating an innocent by passer."

About thirty minutes later, Damon's prediction came true and he was in the living room with a very intoxicated Elena.

"You know what I think?" Elena slurred, making Damon shake his head irritably. She had been asking the same question for the past ten minutes, and each time it led to an irrelevant story.

"What do you think, Elena?" Damon asked sighing.

But her answer shocked him. He heard her same something he'd never thought he'd ever hear her say. "I think we should go upstairs to your room and have some fun!"

Damon looked at her. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

Elena pouted. "Why?"

"Because the only reason why you want to is because you're sired to me," he told her.

"NO!" she protested. "I love you!" She went over to where he was sitting on the couch and pushed him down against the arm rest. "Right here, right now."

The power of her vampire strength didn't allow Damon to protest. He merely nodded as Elena kissed his neck. He groaned as he felt her sharp teeth pierce his neck and as the scarlet blood flowed down. Elena caught the drops with her tongue before they had a chance to drip to down his collar.

Sitting up, Elena took off her shirt and bra and whispered to Damon. "You finish the job, and I'll do yours."

Damon's hand slid down to her crouch and then back up to her waist as he slid off her pants. He did the same to her black panties. Meanwhile, Elena slipped off his black t-shirt, pants and boxers.

They pressed their bare bodies against each other as Damon slid his tongue into Elena's mouth while she grabbed the hard lump and straddled him. Damon retracted his tongue from her mouth and grabbed her wrist, biting into it. He licked the drops as they flowed down her forearm toward her elbow just as Elena had done to his neck.

Elena ran her tongue up his chest and to his mouth. As they passionately kissed, Elena continued to straddle him, rocking back and forth as he moaned. Every time he lifted his head, she would slam it back down onto the arm chair.

"Like it rough Elena?" Damon asked, as their tongues pulled away from each other's mouths.

"Only the best kind," she replied with a devilish smile.