A/N

I know this is a fairly short chapter, but I really wanted to end it there. I've already started on chapter 3, which I think will be quite a bit longer. I was very impatient to get this one out, though.

And by this, I mean, of course, the steady move the the M rating. ;)

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Elena stood in the shower, letting the hot water beat down on her body. Tilting her head up, she closed her eyes and tried to ignore the almost certain knowledge that this trip was a bad idea.

Damon was downstairs, cooking, of all things. She was incredibly frustrated. Everyone was trying so hard to make sure nothing happened to her, but they didn't understand how utterly useless she felt. And now she'd been literally sent away, as though she would do nothing more than get in the way if she stayed in Mystic Falls. And it had to be so hard for Damon, who was nothing if not a "take charge" kind of guy. For him to have to be babysitting her this way, not taking part in any of the planning, was mortifying.

She closed her eyes as steam began to swirl around the room. Okay, fine. So that wasn't the only reason she felt on edge about this whole situation.

Damon was so…in her space. Like, all the time. Even when he was across the room, all it took was one look from him for her to feel as though he was physically overtaking her.

She turned to rinse her hair, dragging her hands through its full length. It was just going to take a little focus, that's all. She loved Stefan, she truly did. But she couldn't avoid the voice inside her mind.

But what if you're not in love with him anymore?

She shook her head. Now was not the time to be second guessing her relationship. There was no law that said you couldn't be attracted to another person while you were in a relationship. Just no acting on that attraction, right? She reached for her body wash and poured a generous amount into her palm. Almost unwillingly, her thoughts kept drifting back to that word.

Attraction.

Damon.

Her hands were full of soap as she ran them over her body, idly passing across her breast. She bit her lip as she felt her nipple harden.

Damon.

Attraction.

Damon.

Her hand trailed across to her other breast, and this time she took the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, tugging lightly. And thought about his hands. How they would feel running over her body. She knew instinctively that he wouldn't be gentle, and her body responded instantly to the thought. Images flashed through her mind as her hand dipped lower.

Damon stepped into the shower, naked, and already hard. He closed the distance between them and took the soap from her hands before turning her to face the shower wall, stepping close behind her so that her back was against his chest. His hands gripped her waist as he bent his head, his mouth brushing over her shoulder. The lather on his hands trailed over her smooth stomach, dragging tantalizingly lower before moving back up her body. Her breasts were full and firm in his hands, and he cupped them, feeling their weight and bounce. He stayed away from her nipples, instead drawing lazy circles around the outside of each breast, moving closer and closer with each turn, but agonizingly slowly. He leaned over her, watching from over her shoulder, pressing his lips to her neck, suckling lightly, but drawing no blood, as her breath came out in gasps and her nipples hardened in front of his eyes. When he finally tugged, rolling her aching nipples with his fingers, she let out a cry and melted against him.

God, he felt huge. She leaned back against him as his hands claimed her body, and he groaned sexily in her ear as her butt pressed against his erection. When he allowed his hand to trail down her stomach, over to her thigh, and then the inside of her thigh, she trembled. When he slid a finger through the folds of her sex, she let out a gasp and hitched an arm backwards around his neck. Turning her head, her mouth found his, and their lips met in bruising, open-mouthed kisses. One hand still sliding back and forth, up and down, never giving her what she truly wanted but driving her mad at the same time, building the pressure steadily. His other hand grasped at her breast, and she pushed back against him once more, pushing herself fully into his hands, needing more, aching for more.

Suddenly her back was flat against the wall, staring into his eyes, breathing heavily. His mouth claimed hers once more, his hands getting lost in her wet, tangled hair. The water beat down on them both, and she broke away, desperate for air. Damon bent low, taking one tight nipple in mouth and at the same time, shoved her leg up and over so that it rested on the low seat of the shower stall, before sliding one finger into her welcoming heat. She let out a strangled cry as he hummed against her breast, and when she looked down, he was staring straight into her eyes. His tongue flicked out, he kept his eyes on her as he slowly licked around and over her nipple. It was the most erotic moment of her life. His eyes were almost hypnotic, his tongue laved over her, drinking her in, and she watched, unable to look away. His finger was moving quickly, and he slid another one in, curving into her, forcing another moan from her lips. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall as the pressure mounted. His thumb found her clit, circling it slowly, and she felt herself begin to clench around him. He bit lightly at her nipple, and she gasped his name. His fingers still inside her, thrusting, curving, and he kissed and licked his way up her chest, over her collarbone, up to her mouth, over to her ear.

"Come for me. Let go, Elena."

His whisper, the huskiness in his voice, sent her over the edge. Crying out his name again, she let the orgasm take her over. As she exploded around him, her eyes found his once again, and he watched her ride it out.

Her body shook with tiny aftershocks as he removed his hand, and he slowly brought his fingers to his mouth. Licking slowly as he had licked at her nipple, he closed his eyes for a moment to savor her taste. Then, with that familiar smirk that she loved to hate, he brought his finger to her mouth, where she parted her lips, sucking, licking, and his eyes darkened.

Jesus Christ.

She opened her eyes and looked blankly around at the steam still swirling through the bathroom. Shit. She took a shaky breath and reached down to turn the water off. Her heart was pounding. Never had she had such an intense orgasm from pleasuring herself.

Oh God. He couldn't know, right? The water had been running, and she'd been pretty lost in her fantasy...but...had she said his name out loud? Oh God, oh God, oh God.

In the kitchen, Damon stood in shock, the knife he'd been using to cut vegetables hanging limply at his side.