Elena woke up in silk sheets. She was in Damon's bedroom. The silk sheets covering cascading over her body. She tried to get up, but her stiff blue jeans were hard to walk in and her lace tank top was wrinkly and uncomfortable. She searched the room for something she could wear. She found one of Damon's black v-neck shirts. It was kind of long on her so she didn't look for any pants. She opened the door and walked into the hallway. "Damon?"

"In the kitchen!" he called. When she walked in he was smiling. Damn, she looked hot in his shirt! "Sorry, I didn't have anything else to wear." she explained.

"It okay. You look cute in my shirt." he said as he wiggled his eyebrows and did that eye thing she loved. She blushed and smiled.

"Are you cooking?" she said in a surprised voice.

"As a matter of fact I am," he replied and smiled.

"Here let me help you." she said. She grabbed a spatula and started flipping pancakes too. Batter splattered on his face. Elena bust out laughing. Damon laughed and splashed her with pancake batter too. She laughed and he laughed more than he had in a long time. When they were finally done, they set the pancakes on a plate. Damon grabbed at towel form the bathroom and wiped the pancake batter off her. He started on her forehead, where he had rubbed pancake on her and then write under her eye.

"You have such beautiful eyes," he said.

"Thank you," Elena said as she blushed. Her arms had gotten messy too so he cleaned that off as well. She giggled. He smiled at her. "Here," she said and she took the towel out of his hands. She wiped off his cheek and then his perfect chest. He had no shirt on!

"Do you see something you like?" he asked in a cocky but joking voice.

"Your perfectly sculpted chest," she mumbled never tasking her eyes of his chest until she looked into his eyes. Realization washed over his face. He stroked her face with his hand. "Damon?"

"Yes Elena?"

"DO you love me?" she asked, but didn't give him time to answer because her lips attacked his. The kiss was full of love and passion, nothing like the one when he was on his deathbed. Her hands wrapped around his neck and he found her hips and pulled her legs around his waist. When she had to break away for air she looked up at him with her doe eyes.

"Of course I love you," he said in an honest voice.

"Then make love to me." she said in a hopeful, pleading voice. He pulled her lips back to his. His tongue glazed her lips and she opened her mouth, letting him in. He ran his hands inside her shirt and pulled it above her head revealed at black lacy bra. She reached for his boxers and pulled them down. She moaned inside his mouth. In seconds she was pinned against the wall, his body pressed to hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, nothing holding her up but his strong body.

"Damon?" someone called from the hall. Elena gasped. Damon froze.

"Fuck," he said, "In the kitchen Andie." Elena sighed. She forgot about Andie. Why would she think that Damon could actually love her? He had Andie. "Can you go upstairs and put your jeans on, but promise to leave my shirt on for later?" he whispered into Elena's ear and smirked, which sent tingles up her spine. She nodded and quickly picked up Damon's shirt and put it on. She was still disappointed though and Damon could tell. Andie's footsteps were getting closer but he didn't care. He turned. "Elena?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

10 minutes later Elena was dressed and presentable. She was still wearing Damon's shirt. She could smell his scent on her. She wished she was up here in his bed with him. She kept coming up with ways that things could have gone if Andie hadn't shown up. She walked down the stairs. "Oh hi Andie!" she said in a happy voice, the only person that could tell it was a fake happy voice was Damon and he smirked. Damon and Andie were sitting at the table eating the pancakes they had made.

" Elena," Andie said during mid-chew, "your lucky I got her when I did. The pancakes were about to burn! Damon obviously wasn't paying any attention." Damon smirked and chuckled. Elena had a secretive smile on her face, but thankfully Andie was too busy eating to notice.

"Well Damon, that was very irresponsible." Elena said in a playful voice. Elena took at bite of a pancake. "So Elena," Andie said. "Did you spend the night with Stefan?"

"Um.." Elena looked at Damon with a panicked tone.

"Andie listen," Damon said, "We need to talk."