Chapter 2

Wow, I posted the first chapter yesterday and by last night my phone was dinging every five minutes with people adding story alerts for my story. Makes a girl feel like writing. :-)

I'm frantically writing before the episode tonight, trying to get as much done before it goes AU. It's been an intense few days as I was away and saw the last two episodes back to back on Sunday night. After much hitting of the rewind button I've been writing during every spare second since.

Elena tightened her arms around him. Vampire tight. It was a good thing he didn't actually need to breath. "You are not leaving me, Damon Salvatore. You aren't giving me a stupid order to be happy without you, because that would be as artificial as you think our current relationship is."

Was she a mind reader now? "Hey, aren't I the one who's supposed to be giving orders?"

Elena raised her head from his chest and gave him a tear-stained smile. It was as devastating to him as her crying had been. God, he was going to miss that quirky smile, the one with the turned-up corner that she shared only with him.

"See, not much of a sire bond there," she said. "We can make this work. The other stuff was accidental. You were tossing out comments you didn't realize were orders, and I was changing my opinions without questioning why. But now that we know we can be careful."

"We can't be careful enough. It's impossible."

Elena's eyes narrowed. "I can make you forget the word 'impossible.'" She ran one hand up his chest to slide around the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Her other hand grabbed his ass and eliminated the distance between their hips.

No, they shouldn't be doing this. But he was having a hard time remembering why the Hell not.

She stood on tiptoe, slowly sliding her body up his. The friction alone just about drove him over the edge. A moan escaped him and he tore his lips from hers to ravage her neck. Elena threw her head back as he marked her with tiny love bites, her vampire blood even more irresistible than her human blood had been.

She whimpered and he hesitated, but she pulled him closer. "Oh God, I love you, Damon. Mark me as yours."

At her words, his fangs came out full as he ripped Elena's shirt away from her shoulder and plunged his teeth in deep.

She screamed and Damon tried to pull away but she held him fast as her sweet blood pumped into his mouth. Part of him reveled in the intimacy while a larger part was horrified at what he was doing. He struggled to pull away but his urge to stop wasn't as strong as Elena's urge to keep him there.

His vision turned red as he drank. He needed to stop. Why? Elena's hands roamed his body, making him forget everything. They felt so good. But even as a vampire, he was taking too much blood from her. He had to focus. He pulled his head back. She slid one hand between their bodies and cupped him. He groaned and his fangs came out again. No! He had to be strong for her. "Get your hands off me!"

Suddenly, her touch was gone and Elena stood with her hands raised at shoulder level, her face revealing the hurt and betrayal at her body obeying him instead of her.

"Oh, God, Elena, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you an order. I was hurting you, I couldn't think with you touching me. Shit! I can't even go 5 minutes without screwing up."

She relaxed with his apology. "It's OK, Damon."

"It's not OK! You look like a fucking cactus standing there."

Elena laughed.

How could she laugh at this? "OK, I'm going to reverse my order. Elena, you can now—"

"Leave the order."

"What the Hell, Elena? If you're thinking this is somehow making your sire happy, I can tell you, Sire not happy right now."

Elena took a step closer to him. Damon started to back away but she shook her head. "Stand still. I want to prove something to you. And I don't want to touch you until you're begging me to touch you."

He froze, curiosity overwhelming caution. She moved her hands closer to him, hesitated, and then moved them closer again, until they were a hair's breath away from him. She swept her hands across his chest, her vampire precision ensuring she never touched him. Her hands roamed over his shoulders and slowly down his arms. His skin tingled from her almost touch. She reached his fingertips and he tried to grasp her hands in his, but she snatched them away before their fingers could touch.

His body screamed for hers. "What are you trying to do to me, Elena?"

"I'm showing you that although you might control a small part of me, I'm still in control of my mind."

She stood on tiptoe and gently kissed him. He leaned in to deepen the kiss but she moved to his cheek. He could have pulled her back but it didn't seem fair to use his hands when she couldn't.

She rained a trail of kisses down his neck, pausing at his jugular to nip him. Pain mixed with pleasure and he moaned at the teasing torture she was putting him through.

Her lips moved to his ear and after a few tiny nips, she whispered, "This is all me."

He shivered and turned his face to hers but she ducked away and moved to his chest. With her hands behind her back, she took his top button of his shirt in her teeth, and bit it off.

His breath came out in a hiss, "Holy Hell, Elena."

She just smirked and bit off the next button.

Things were getting out of control. He tried to change the mood. "I love this shirt, you know." His stomach tensed as she moved lower.

"It looks like every other black shirt in your wardrobe. I'm sure you won't miss it." She was nuzzling his stomach now.

His legs trembled. What this girl did to him.

She knelt in front of him, running her hands down the front of his legs without touching them. He arched towards her but she quickly stood with a satisfied smirk on her face. "I may be talented with my teeth, but not even I can get those tight jeans off you without my hands."

Damon growled with frustration. "I give. Please touch me. I'm begging you."

With a cry of joy, Elena threw her arms around his neck and hugged him to her.

Still frustrated, he growled, "I promise to throw you on this couch and make love to you until neither one of us can walk straight…as soon as you release me."

Elena leaned back, a puzzled look on her face.

Damon tried to push down a rising panic. "Elena, I can't move my legs."

Duh, duh, DUH. I'm sure many of you can figure out what the problem is with Damon's legs at the moment. I don't think I'll get chapter 3 up before the episode tonight. Not a big deal as it's mostly written already. I would have liked to have had some of chapter 4 written before tonight though. Based on the previews there's going to be fall-out from Stefan and I wanted to write my own version first.