Physical Attraction, Chemical Reaction

Chapter 1 - Vodka Adventures

Elena surveyed her surroundings. At least she was in her bedroom. Or was it still horrible? She had a stranger in her bed. She couldn't leave because it was her house. But if she couldn't leave, then said stranger needed to wake up.

She carefully slid from underneath his arm, got her robe from the nearby chair and walked to the kitchen. She'd wake him but she needed to at least remember who he was. An aspirin would certainly help in the process as her head hurt to much to work.

She decided to try to relax her muscles, as her therapist said. Trying to remember who was lying on her bed wasn't exactly relaxing, so she took the medicine and sat in the chair by the counter, making small circles with her hands on both of her temples. During times like these, she remembered why she was never a girl of the 'sex, liquor and rock 'n roll' motto. She didn't have the time or the stamina for that.

"Good morning," said a deep voice from behind her. She closed her eyes. He could have a knife, a gun, possibly wanting drugs. She cursed when she felt his arms slide around her waist but relaxed when she felt his lips leave an inviting kiss on her ear. "It was cold without you in there"

"I told you I hate cheesy lines," she said when something from last night popped into her head while she closed her eyes. She could feel his almost unnoticeable stubble rubbing her shoulder and oddly enough, it was making her knees weak.

"You seemed to like them yesterday," he retorted as he slowly slid the robe down, placing kisses where the silk had just been.

"Yeah and you seem to be the cocky type who takes advantage of drunk girls," she argued, trying her best to hold back a moan as the robe fell to the ground and his kisses began to go lower.

"That's absolutely untrue, Sassy." His fingertips created feather-like caresses down her arm, causing bumps to rise where he had barely touched. He grabbed both their arms and crossed them over her chest. After peppering a few more kisses along her back, he returned his chin to her shoulder, saying, "I'm glad you insisted, Elena."

Her name on his lips somehow made her wake up from the weird trance. She detached herself from him and walked to the other side of the counter. "I did not insist and you need to leave."

"Alright," Damon surrendered, with a smirk in his face. "But this is not the last you will hear from me, Elena Gilbert," he said before he walked over to her and softly kissed her forehead. "Enjoy your day off" She watched him leave her kitchen, her eyes never leaving his naked body.

Elena released the breath she didn't know she was holding. She tried to remember the events of last night the best she could. She remembered the car crash, entering the bar, possessing a vodka bottle and playing pool. But that was it. She knew he had introduced himself while she was still in the bar but she couldn't remember his name.

Her headache which she barely noticed while he was holding her was now making itself known again and she decided she would rest. Maybe when she didn't feel like her head was going to explode, she'd remember.

She stayed in the kitchen until she heard the front door open and close. He seemed to be a nice guy. She could say he was respectful. She didn't need to ask him to leave more than once and the way he touched her was different than any of the other men she'd slept with.

He was sexy and seductive as hell but it wasn't what made him different to her. The way he touched and talked to her did. She figure out what it was but now he was gone and she knew she'd never see him again. He had said otherwise but he had already had what most men look for. He had no reason to look for her unless he wanted round two and though she was tempted to comply, she wouldn't allow herself to have sex twice with someone she didn't really know.

She didn't want to think about the book today and trying to remember her last escape wouldn't be very useful, especially now that she had already got rid of the guy. She walked back to her bedroom, brushed her teeth and dressed herself in a comfortable tank and sweatpants. She got a bowl of cereal and headed to the living room. It's a good day for a movie marathon, she thought. As she searched for the remote, her eyes landed on a pair of wine glasses. Suddenly all the memories she had already decided shouldn't be remembered flew through her mind.

"Hi," Damon greeted the people around the pool table, nodding his head. The three guys and the girl seemed to be drunk so they simply replied cheerfully.

"Don't you think you already had too much of this?" Damon asked on her ear, his hand reaching out to take the half-empty vodka bottle from her.

She barely looked at him as she prepared for another shot and giggled, "No"

Damon waved the waiter over and handed him the bottle, saying, "She's not having anymore tonight." He quickly handed the man money to cover her tab.

"What about the cab for midnight?" the waiter asked as Damon checked his watch. It was still eleven fifteen.

"Does it know where to take her?" He heard Elena behind him, celebrating her making the 'black ball' into a pocket. He stifled a laugh at her happy dance.

The waiter pulled out a small paper from his shirt pocket and handed it to Damon. "This is her address. She told me to give it to the cab driver."

"I'll get it covered,just ask for the cab now please" Damon offered. The waiter shrugged and gave it to him. Damon smiled a thank you and turned around to see Elena on her way to getting on top of the pool table. "Is she…climbing onto the table?"

He quickly grabbed her arm, balancing her. "I thought we had enough of this, Kitten" seeing how her movements definitely reminded him of a feline.

"But I lost. We bet the loser would have to strip on the pool table or did I win and the winner actually had to do it? I don't remember," she laughed.

He waved at the men on the side. "Sorry to disappoint, fella's." They were practically drooling at the prospect of seeing the brunette semi-naked.

"Come on, your cab is outside, Sassy," he said as he grabbed her arm softly and began to lead her towards the front door.

"I didn't ask for a cab," she argued lightly, trying to remember if she had. An eruption of giggles followed seconds later. "Nope, I definitely didn't."

He smiled. She was cute when she was drunk. "When you were sober, you asked for one. It's waiting outside."

"You're no fun, Dean," she pouted, annoyed. She had the cutest pout, he thought as he led her outside.

"It's Damon, not Dean and you're having enough fun for both of us," he laughed at the remarkable girl by his side. Some women were like Elena, without doing really nothing, they leave their mark although right now she was definitely doing something. She shivered as they stepped outside, New York was colder than he expected in early November.

"Put this on," he ordered, pulling his leather jacket off himself and wrapping it around her.

"I don't see a cab" She got silent for a moment. "Oh my God, are you trying to rape me?" Her eyes widened and she tried to make her way back to the bar but the alcohol was making her clumsy. She nearly fell flat on her face but Damon was quick enough to catch her.

"Slow down, Sassy. The cab is going to be here at any moment. Look, you wrote down your address and name and asked the waiter to get you a cab at midnight," he explained, showing her the paper. She took it from him and recognized the writing as her own.

She nodded as she adjusted his jacket over her small frame.

"Do you mind if we share the same cab? I'll pay," he offered, shoving his hands into his pockets. He was feeling the coldness now as well.

"No," she said with a smile on her face, paying attention to him for the second time that night. She wasn't stopping herself this time though because she definitely liked what she saw. "I'd love for you to take me home, Damon."

Damon was about to answer when the cab pulled up in front of them. The driver rolled down the window.

"Cab for Elena?" he asked, looking to the female brunette who looked extremely giddy.

"Oh, that's me," she yelled cheerfully as she ran to the cab and practically fell into the car.

"Are you coming, Hottie?" Damon laughed at the drunk and cheery girl in the car before getting in.

Their ride was the funniest he'd ever had. She was definitely captivating.

When the car stopped outside of her house, Elena looked to Damon and held out her hand, saying, "Come on, let's go upstairs"

"I already made sure you're safe and sound at home. Elena, I should go" he said, reaching for her hand. Her hand was incredibly warm compared to his and liking the feeling he rubbed his thumb along her backhand.

"Come on, Damon. I may be a little tipsy but I'm in control of my actions" she offered, smiling cheerfully. It seemed he couldn't resist that cute smile of hers.

"Okay but for your information, I'd never take advantage of a drunk girls" he clarified, giving the money to the cab driver and letting himself out of the car.

"Good, because I'm the one planning on taking advantage tonight, not the other way around" she replied easily as they walked into her house, holding hands.

He smiled at the sexy and carefree girl pulling him into the elevator. "I'm sure you are" he whispered and then smirked to her. Two could play that game though he wouldn't take advantage of her drunken state. The woman that hit his car and entered that bar wasn't the one with him now and he felt like this one was the version that came around less times and who would probably regret anything in the morning. He loved the chase but he was always a gentleman.

"So what do you do, Hottie?" she asked, pressing the button for 'Penthouse'.

"I'm a movie producer" he shrugged, looking closely at her curvy figure. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever met although she didn't look like a Cosmopolitan cover kind of girl. It was a natural beauty, just simple but absolutely breathtaking.

"Oh, so you're a Movie Boy" she giggled as she started moving closer to him, the space between them getting smaller and smaller until they were barely touching each other.

"I guess" he murmured, looking into her chocolate eyes. All he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and kiss her full lips. If she wasn't so drunk, he'd do it.

"We're here!" The elevator doors opened and Elena rushed into her apartment, Damon following closely behind.

"You have a nice place, Gilbert" he commented, looking around.

"Thanks. Make yourself at home" she offered as she kicked her shoes off.

He sat on the couch, watching her walk around. She disappeared when she entered the kitchen. Not a minute later and she was back in his view, this time carrying two wine glasses and a bottle of dark liquid.

"Whoa! Vodka and wine? Are you sure you want to wake up tomorrow?" She was either ignoring his question or hadn't heard him since she simply set the items on the coffee table and sat beside him.

"I think this belongs to you" she whispered hoarsely as she shrugged his jacket off and slapped it over his shoulder. "And I think it is way too hot in here." She slipped off her shirt, revealing her black, cotton bra.

"Elena" Damon grumbled, concern laced with desperation. She was beautiful and he knew she was vulnerable but there was only so much a man could resist.

"Don't you think it's hot in here?" She surprised him by straddling him, her legs over his.

"I… I think… I should go" he rambled as she brought her manicured nails to the top buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning one by one. He wasn't able to move. He knew he should leave now but her scent, her voice, her cleavage just some inches away from his mouth didn't allow him to move.

She finally undid all his buttons and slowly slid his shirt down his muscular arms.

"Not so bad, Movie Boy" she smiled, raising her eyebrows, definitely approving of his chiseled chest and well defined abs. He found himself trapped when he felt her mouth on his neck, placing lingering kisses around his collarbone.

"Elena, I can't, we can't, you can't" he finally said, blurting out everything at once. Taking all the self-control he had, he got away from her. He stood up and, placing each of his hands on her shoulders. "I want you. God, any man would kill to have you now and maybe I'm becoming gay or stupid but I can't take advantage of you. I came here to ensure that you were okay and now I should go" he used all his self-control to say those words and immediately began to make his way towards the elevator, he couldn't risk to spend another minute by her side without jumping on her.

"Wait" her pleading tone had him stopping in his tracks.

"Please, stay," she begged once more. He looked back and was shocked by how vulnerable she looked. The confident girl that was climbing over him was gone and an even more beautiful girl had replaced her. This Elena Gilbert were a complex girl, too many facets he could see in just a couple of hours.

"I can't stay. Elena, you're beautiful, you're a hell of an attractive woman and if I stay, I'm not sure I could be held liable for my actions" he explained, running his fingers through his hair. Elena simply stood and began walking towards him.

"And I'm not like this, Damon. I'm independent. I don't have time for bars or boys but today, when you took that vodka bottle from my hand, I wanted to be free for at least once in my life. I wanted to do whatever any other girl in my age does" She stopped in front of him. "Just for tonight I want to be carefree. Just for tonight I want to feel happy. Just for tonight I want to feel something…anything" she told him with an amused voice as if she was a kid in Christmas morning. If he hadn't known how much she had drank, he would've figured she was now sober but he knew she wasn't.

He sounded uncertain as he looked down at her, "Elena…"

"Don't worry, you're not taking advantage of me" she assured him, bringing her lips to his and kissing him with as much passion as she could muster. The moment he felt her soft lips on his, he knew he was a goner. Like he thought earlier, there was only so much a man could resist.

AN: Well Elena remembers the chase, what do you think Damon will?

I have an idea of what I prefer to write here but I'll have a voting as I love to please my readers :P

What do you prefer a Casanova guy (the guy that just wants to conquer as much women as possible) or do you prefe r a Don Juan guy (who wants to seduce and have this little depth in the experience of having sex with someone).

Either way, Damon in this story is closed to love, doesn't do relationships and we'll see if meeting Elena Gilbert will change it. I should also clarify that although it includes plenty of sex scenes, it isn't about it. It's about the conquer and the chase but I'd say a romanticized version of it. I can't write sex for sex, tried and failed as I made it about something else eventually lol.

As I said before, next update are about Damon's thoughts about their night together.

Thanks a lot to Avecia, DomOx, shalah, MsMaeve18, blackArcher13, , Sparkle85 and anon for reviewing the first chapter.

Babi