A/N: Hi again! I was absolutely stunned by the reaction to the first chapter. Thank you all for your interest in this story! I was so excited by the reaction that I jammed out this chapter in one night. I hope it lives up to expectations :) So without further ado, I present the smut-filled Chapter 2.

A smile brightened across Elena's face as she chased Damon through the forest back toward the car. She was still running off the high she'd felt when that woman's blood began to ooze down her throat. The memory of it made her hungry, but as Damon turned to smirk at her, his eyes shining out of the darkness made her even hungrier. That kiss… She groaned inwardly at the memory of Damon's lips locked to hers. It had been a feeling more powerful than she could have imagined. Sure, she'd kissed Stefan since she'd become a vampire, but what she had with Damon was something indescribable, a feeling too overwhelming for her body to categorize.

Damon stopped as they reached the car, but Elena kept running until she had him pinned with his back against the car and his lips only inches from hers. It took a short moment of Damon staring at her before she even registered what she'd done. He looked at her questioningly, as though he wasn't quite sure if she meant to hurt him or not.

"I… I just…" Elena stammered in response. She was lost in the crystal blue depth of his eyes and felt herself drawing nearer to them. In an instant she had her lips pressed gently against his, welcoming the same wave of intense feeling as before. Their lips moved softly in time with one another while every inch of her body ached for his touch. She pressed herself up against his firm torso and slowly worked her fingers through his raven locks. A small groan escaped Damon's throat as he wrapped one hand around Elena's waist and spun her against the car, pressing her hard into the glass and metal. With his right hand, he cupped Elena's face and traced a gentle line over her skin glowing in the moonlight.

She felt him pull his head away and opened her eyes, silently begging him to continue. She watched a cocky smirk etch itself across his face and knew he must see how desperately she craved his touch. Faster than even she could react to, Elena felt Damon slide her out of the way as he opened the car door and motioned for her to enter. "The night is young, my lady." He winked as he spoke and she reluctantly shuffled inside the car.

They were speeding off again, headed not back toward Mystic Falls, but deeper into the wilderness. "Umm… Damon, aren't all the hotels kind of that way?" Elena asked, hitching her thumb behind her shoulder. The memory of their all too brief embrace in that Denver motel still burned in her mind and she felt unashamed to admit she wouldn't mind revisiting a similar scene.

"Silly baby vampires with their crazy ideas," Damon said, rolling his eyes.

Elena pouted her lips in protest. What's so crazy about suggesting we take this to a hotel? It sure seemed like it was headed in that direction…

As though he knew what was troubling her, Damon turned his eyes toward her and intoned in a less sarcastic voice, "I can't take you to a hotel for the same reason I can't take you hunting in a bar. Get you close to another living, breathing human and I'll be yanking you off them like I had to do with that camper. Although, that didn't have too unfavorable of an outcome…"

Elena saw him wiggle his goddamn eyebrows again, hating to admit how much it drove her crazy. Suddenly, a new idea struck her. "You mean…. are we going to… in here?"She looked around at the leather interior, not altogether against Damon pressing her naked body against the seats…

"An intriguing idea," he mused, interrupting her moment of fantasizing.

Elena studied the mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Well then, where are we going?"

For a second time that night, he stopped the car completely unexpectedly. "Here," he grinned and pointed at the view in front of them.

Elena apparently hadn't noticed when they'd left the main highway behind, because now they were parked at the end of a gravel road in front of a lake shimmering in the moonlight. She quickly exited the car, surprised that Damon would take her somewhere so breathtaking. The water was lined with tall trees on the far bank that slowly transitioned to a sandy shore with white pebbles sprinkled about. Perhaps it was her new vampire eyesight, but to Elena, the water not only shone under the bright moon, it glowed with a hazy white light that transformed the entire scene into something from a dream.

"Damon, this is so…" Elena struggled for words, knowing 'beautiful' or even 'magical' couldn't do it justice. She turned to look at him and was surprised to find him shirtless and tugging off his belt. "Whoa!" she gasped. "What are you doing?"

"What?" He paused and cocked his head. "Haven't you ever heard of skinny dipping?" He continued to tug off his jeans as Elena stood frozen in place. Her courage and desire from a moment ago went running for the hills as she realized she was out in the middle of nowhere with Damon, who was getting naked! Oh my god, oh my god! Elena panicked to herself, though she couldn't resist stealing a glance at the still undressing vampire. He looks so… Shit! No, NO! Stefan's gonna kill me! Actually, he'll probably be extremely understanding and take me back with open arms, but still! This is wrong, I can't- She glanced at Damon again, who was now approaching her in only a tight pair of black boxer briefs. I can't. I can't. I can't. Elena chanted to herself as Damon stopped only inches from her. But with one look at into his burning blue stare, all thought dissipated from her mind and she understood only the gravity drawing her near to him.

Without another word, Damon reached out and unzipped her hoodie, tugging it from her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. Elena reached out to his sculpted chest, letting her fingers explore the sharp ridges of muscle. She felt Damon shiver at her touch and quickly glanced back to his face. The look in his eyes was so intense that she almost felt her undead heart spring back to life. His stare contained a strange mix of desire and a great sadness that made her want to kiss away every bit of his pain. Damon began to pull her shirt over her head and she acquiesced, relishing the feel of his fingers dancing over her bare sides. Her skin burned with desire in the trails of his fingertips and Elena could no longer stand the few inches keeping her away from him. She snaked her arms around his sides, pulling his hard abs flush against her torso.

His lips found hers in the darkness and he began to kiss her with a ferocity that started an ache somewhere deep inside of her. He nipped at her lips, causing her fingernails to dig slightly into his back. To Elena's surprise, this seemed to urge him on and made his kisses harder, rougher. She gasped when he grabbed her chin forcefully in his fingers and tilted her face away to give him better access to her neck. Damon's lips continued their pleasing assault at an agonizingly slow pace down Elena's neck until her smoldering need was a blazing flame. Bite me. The thought came as a surprise to Elena. Surely she didn't actually want Damon to bite her? But as his tongue traced her artery, she envisioned his fangs sinking deep into her flesh and let out a low moan.

At this, Damon pushed her back slightly and planted a kiss that burned on her skin long after he pulled his lips away so he could quickly unfasten her bra. Elena panted as she let the garment drop to the ground and felt Damon's hands glide up her body to cup her breasts. "You are so beautiful," he growled and lunged at her exposed chest, rubbing his tongue over one nipple while gently tugging the other.

"Ah, Damon!" she screamed in ecstasy.

He worked his way quickly down her tight stomach and nibbled several inches below her navel as he removed her jeans hastily. "Mmmm, silky." Damon's eyes danced in time to his voice as he looked up at Elena while removing her red panties. Elena stared wide-eyed as he as he leaned in to kiss her where she ached most fiercely. She fisted both hands in his hair and arched her back as an agonizing moan ripped itself from her throat when his tongue traced tenderly over her throbbing clit.

Damon chuckled as he stood up again. "Right right, adjusting to heightened senses." He grinned ferociously. "We'll take it easy." Elena gasped at him again as he reached around to squeeze her ass quickly before heading off for the water. She stared appreciatively as Damon tossed his remaining clothing on the sand and stepped into the water to his waist. He turned back to Elena, beckoning her to come closer.

At the edge of the water, Elena stopped moving. Her trembles of desire were marred slightly by the fear that had begun to engulf her body. "Damon," she breathed, anguish in her voice, "I… I died because I drowned. I know I'm not really dead, but I don't know if I can…" Tears threatened to swallow her words and she stopped speaking and stared only at the sand beneath her toes. Damn vampire emotions. And I'd thought PMSing was bad...

Just then, Elena felt strong arms scoop her up under her knees and shoulders, followed by a perfect face that stared back at her lovingly. "Elena, you will always be safe with me." She felt him carry her closer to the water and heard the brief splash of his feet entering the lake. "You're with me, nothing bad can happen." The water lapped at her waist, her ankles, her shoulders, but in Damon's arms she felt no fear.

Once inside the water, wrapped in Damon's arms, there was no going back. There was nothing but the desire that had returned tenfold. Elena sprang at Damon's face, kissing his lips, his chin, his neck. She began sucking at the intersection of his neck and shoulder, once more enticed by the thought of biting him and tasting his sweet, sweet blood. I don't think I could handle that yet she chided herself and moved back to his lips. She inserted her tongue forcefully in his mouth as she reached out and grabbed his throbbing cock. Damon's moan was so powerful that it broke their kiss. "El-e-na," his cry stretched her name into three syllables of pure pleasure. She worked her hand firmly up and down his shaft and was delighted by the wild look that crossed his face.

"Oh you dirty little girl," Damon growled in her ear. He untangled one arm from around her waist and rubbed it slowly over her chest, her stomach, lower and lower still until it brushed her heated center. She looked him in the eyes as he slipped two fingers inside of her. He rubbed his fingers hard against her front, hitting her G-spot and sending her eyes spinning to the back of her skull.

"Damon, this is too much…" she begged. She needed him, all of him, inside of her. Now.

He brought his eyes close to hers, looking himself as though he couldn't bear another second of their torture. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," Elena answered firmly.

He locked his lips with hers in a deep embrace and forced both of them underwater. Without air in their lungs, they were able to remain under the surface effortlessly, suspended in a watery world invaded only by the glowing moonlight. With one hand clamped tightly at the base of Elena's skull, Damon used the other to grab her hips and push himself deep, deep inside of her. She shuddered with pleasure, unable to do anything but thrust her hips at him in response. Elena continued to grind her hips into Damon, already begging for release. Even the tiniest motion sent pleasure running through every single pore. She felt as though their skin was melting together, unable to separate his pleasure from her own. With one final thrust, Damon sent both of them spiraling through the white moonlight to a heaven known only in each other's arms.

Back on the dry sand, Elena could barely take her eyes off of Damon. He had somehow become even more handsome, even stronger, more compassionate. Their entwined bodies had moved something deep within her that she didn't know if she'd ever be able to put back into place.

Damon snapped her away from her thoughts by picking up her underwear off the sand and looking at her, "You're not getting the upholstery wet."

"What?" she asked. Clearly, it had been his idea for them to get all wet in the first place.

"I said you're not getting into that car while you're still wet," he said with another twisted grin crawling over his face.

"Damon…. what are you- hey!" Elena screamed as Damon raced around the edge of the lake at full vampire speed, still clutching her undergarments.

"Air dry!" she heard him yell back and she chased after him.

Running through the woods naked in the middle of the night chasing after Damon Salvatore, Elena let out her first real laugh since her death. In fact, she didn't know if she'd ever felt so alive.

Several minutes later they were back in the car, perfectly dry and re-clothed. Elena looked at Damon through her drooping eyelids. "Any more surprise stops?" she yawned.

"Nope," he smirked. "Looks like baby vampire is ready for bed." He turned them back toward Mystic Falls, reaching town just as the sun began to peek over the horizon.

As Elena began to drift to dreams filled with white moonlight, she was pricked by a tiny voice in her head that reminded her she was heading back to Stefan and the rest of Mystic Falls where she was supposed to stay far away from those icy blue eyes. "We can't do this again," she mumbled sleepily, drifting off completely.

Damon gave a small, sad smile and continued to drive into the sunrise.

A/N: Ta-da! Hope I didn't make that agonizingly long to read. Let me know if you like where this is going, because no matter what Elena says, there will definitely be more smut-filled chapters coming your way. Where would the drama be without that? ;) Again, I hope you enjoyed reading!