I'd like to thank all the reviewers, you guys are awesome. Well here it is, chapter 2. I'm going to try to stay up with the show's storyline as much as I can, but this chapter has nothing to do with the storyline Enjoy.

Morning filtered through the slits in the vertical blinds as Damon awoke, Elena still nestled against his side. He was right. Elena really did have feelings for him. He toyed absently with a lock of her hair on the pillow, watching her sleep so soundly. When she began to stir, he trailed his fingertips down her arm.

"Good morning beautiful."

Elena looked up at him and smiled. "Damon," she purred, pulling his mouth down to hers for a lazy kiss. She stretched, throwing a leg over his hip and pressing her breasts against his chest. "Good morning."

Damon kissed her again, deeper, lingering for a moment before trailing his lips down her throat. "That look in your eye tells me I may not make it out of bed this morning." When he looked back at her she wore a comfortable smirk, ready to challenge his accusation.

"Do you blame me?" She asked seductively, dragging her nails down his back. His eyes narrowed, and he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of him. She laughed, and a tremor of excitement vibrated through her at the feel of the pure male strength in him.

"Do something with me today," he offered, settling his hands on her hips. "I'm not ready to be without you yet."

Elena thought for a moment, then agreed. "I think we could both use a break. What do you have in mind love?"

"This is not exactly what I had in mind," Elena said as she stepped in a murky puddle, water sloshing into her shoe. She slapped at a mosquito and shot an aggravated glance at Damon.

He walked to her and took her hand. "Come on, just a little further."

Just as Elena was beginning to wonder why he'd dragged her so far out into the wilderness they stepped into a clearing and she stopped short. She thought she'd heard water, but she'd never imagined this. A waterfall cascaded from a high cliff into a deep blue lake. The lake was surrounded by white dogwoods, their petals littering the landscape like snow, gently dancing along the water's surface.

"Damon," his name escaped her lips as she took another step into the paradise before her. "What is this place?"

"Its mystic falls. I've been coming here for years. It's best right now, when the trees are in bloom." He went to the water's edge and picked up a dogwood petal, then walked to her slowly, holding her gaze. He took the petal and touched it against the side of her face, dragging it down and across her lips. She shivered in response.

"It's warm," she said, looking back towards the pond.

"It's a hot spring." He dropped the petal, bending to kiss her lips leisurely, seductively. When he pulled back he saw the longing in her eyes, the desire. When he kissed her again, she wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, pouring everything she had into it.

How could this be? This man she met as a monster, a liability, who became a friend, was now so much more. How could she allow herself to feel this way again, about Damon no less? He wasn't playing anymore. The gloves were off. He wasn't doing this to get under Stefan's skin, or because she looked like Katherine. The yearning in his eyes was for her, and they echoed the pain of a century spent waiting for love. A love to never be returned. She saw it in him now, and wondered how Katherine could be so cruel.

"Elena," he breathed as she began unbuttoning his shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders and ran her hands over his muscled chest, swallowing the desire building in her stomach. She had never felt this way before, even with Stefan. Like she was on fire, like she would burn away unless he touched her.

Damon pulled her shirt over her head, trailing kisses over her shoulder as his hands slid down her back to settle on her ass, pulling her against him. He trembled as he held her, savoring the moment with everything he could want before him. He walked her down to the edge of the water. Steam rose from the blue depths, and he could feel it against his bare skin. He laid her back against the soft dogwood petals, taking a minute to brand the image into his memory.

Dark hair spread out against the white, her eyes full of passion, watching his every move. Pale breasts rose and fell beneath the thin red lace bra, teasing him, tempting him to lose his resolve. Her tongue traced her lips, and he knew she could taste him there.

Damon knelt above her, holding her gaze as he unbuttoned her jeans, dragging them down her hips by the belt loops. He leaned down and kissed her, sliding his hand around her back to undo the clasp of her bra. When he pulled it off with his teeth she arched against him, reaching for him.

"Please," she exhaled.

Damon smiled and shook his head. He laid beside her, and picked a dogwood petal from her hair. "Tell me what you're feeling right now," he whispered.

"Hot," Elena sighed unevenly. "My heart is beating so fast."

Damon took the petal and trailed it slowly down her skin, over her gently parted lips. He watched her face as it skimmed down her neck, and over her chest to the peak of her breast. He lingered for a moment and her breath caught. "What do you need Elena?" he asked, his voice low against her ear.

"You, Damon. I need you." She tried to hold herself together, tried to ride out the wave of intangible bliss that he coaxed forth through his fingertips.

He wanted her to know, without a doubt, that what she was feeling was real. That she needed him, and that the chemistry between them was more than a simple infatuation. He trailed the petal over the flat plane of her stomach, across the lace of her panties to disappear between her legs. She cried out then in uninhibited ecstasy, the need that had been building within her exploding, casting her adrift amid the stars.

When she opened her eyes she was in his arms, and he was carrying her into the spring. The water was warm around them, steam rising and blurring away the world. She swam out of his arms playfully, and she saw him disappear beneath the surface. When he returned he was beside her, pulling her against him, shaking the water from his hair. She giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist as he buried his lips between her breasts. He nipped his way to her mouth, taking her lips in a hot kiss as he slid inside her. She moaned, digging her nails into his scalp, holding him there. He slid her slowly up and down along the length of him, letting all the longing, all the frustration and love he felt for her pass between those electric points of contact.

"Damon," she screamed as she came, arching her back as she shattered once again. He followed her, losing himself, gripping her tightly as wave after wave broke, and dissipated into the warmth of the spring.

He carried her to the shore, setting her down beside their discarded clothing. He held her face between his hands and kissed her, long and hard. If she wanted to know how he really felt, this was it. This was what he carried for her every day, hoping eventually she may feel the same.

When she broke from him she sighed, composed herself for a moment, and began to gather her clothing. Damon watched as she shimmied into her panties, trying to resist the urge to flop her back into the white petals and take her again. When they were fully clothed, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"This place is so beautiful Damon," she said, staring out across the water to where the sun was beginning to set.

"I wanted you to see it, it's always been very special to me."

"Oh you bring all your ladies here?" she questioned sarcastically.

"No actually," he answered. "I've never brought anyone here. I just…wanted you to know me. This part of me. Maybe if I give you all the pieces you can put them back together."

She looked into his beautiful ice blue eyes, and took his hand in hers as they walked in comfortable silence back to the convertible, and back to reality.