Chapter 2

It's all in her head. It must be. Ever since the audition, throughout the rehearsals and now during filming, Damon has been flirting. At least Elena thinks he is. He persistently does this flirty eye thing and smirks whenever she blushes from it. Occasionally he even 'accidentally' bumps into her and denies his intention by arguing that he was headed for something. Does that consist as flirting? It's been so long Elena feels like some 16 year old. She hasn't been on an actual date since her ex, Matt, back in high school, and that was a good 5 years ago. God she was pathetic. How could she possibly have got so wrapped up in school work that she hasn't had sex in 5 years. Isn't that what university is for? Fun? Ugh what's the point on dwelling on it now, all she knows is that she is painfully attracted to Damon, and the cocky bastard knows it.

Elena had been right to dread the day. It was, to be frank, shit. She can't stand watching Damon all day with Caroline. Flirting. Touching. She didn't want it. Unfortunately for her, her imagination was all too independent as it often took her to a place where she was stood where Caroline would. As she got into her little golf cart that people seemed to drive around in around the set, she couldn't shake the images from her heated fantasies. They filled her mind and clouded her vision and she felt her body heat up, and it had nothing to do with the scorching lat afternoon sun on her exposed skin. In fact, it was her concealed skin that was increasing in temperature. She had to stop this. Just as she shook herself out of her lusty haze, she saw him. Stood not a few feet in front of her speeding 'vehicle' and she floored the brakes. Damon was on the floor. A rush of panic so intense it knocked her out of the cart as she stumbled to the front of it, grasping to the bonnet as she went. He was lying on the floor, breathing, and seemingly without injury. Elena hurried to his side and gave him a once over. Yes. Definitely no serious injuries. But like the complete mess she is, she couldn't help but enjoy the feel of his muscles under her roaming fingertips. She pulled him up into a sitting position when he clung to his shoulder. Elena was kneeling next to him, but reached over him to check his injury and in doing so, was practically in his lap. What she was so blatantly unaware of, was that as she did this, she was giving Damon a birds-eye view down her low cut tank top.

'Wait stop.' He said quietly. 'Don't move.'

Elena, thinking she was helping his shoulder somehow, complied. She began to tentatively touch his shoulder and listened for any sharp intake of breath indicating pain. But it never came. So she continued. She began to lightly massage it, to loosen his muscles. It seemed to be working as his breathing was becoming deeper as if her were getting more and more relaxed. In turn, this relaxed her, as her breathing became steady and deep. Unknown to innocent little Elena, her deep intakes of air was causing her chest to rise and fall, beautifully slowly. And Damon was happy to witness all of it. Elena realised her situation, and her position she was in. She was practically in his lap for Christ's sake! She turned to look at him, to tell him to try and stand when she saw him. His face was practically in her top and fuck if she knew the logic behind it, but she was turned on.

'M-Mr Salvatore?' Elena whispered. 'I think you should try and stand up. Can you do that?'

Damon was jolted back into reality. He really can be an ass sometimes. Here this woman was, trying to help him out, and he was basically motor-boating her. Although she did practically run him over, so he figured she owed him a little. No, a lot. He obeyed without complaint and found he could stand very easily. In fact, he didn't feel injured at all. Damon looked at this woman he'd been flirting with for a while, and realised he didn't even know her name.

'What's your name?' he asked.

That was unexpected. Elena didn't know what she was expecting from his mouth of sex, but it wasn't that. A warm soothing crept over her body. Also unexpected. She guessed it was because he was actually talking to her. He hadn't actually ever said anything to her apart from the occasional 'Thank you' when she'd provided coffee. She wasn't sure why his innocent and simple question made her blush slightly, but it did.

'Elena Gilbert' she breathed.

'Well Elena, thank you for almost killing me. That was most kind of you, I wasn't feeling like working today anyway.' Damon teased. He started to walk away, but decided he wanted to turn the knife a little. So he began to groan in 'pain'.

Elena was instantly at his side, and was beginning to understand the full implications of injuring the star of the show her boss was directing. She's get fired for this for sure. Ugh. Why was her life so damn hard. No. She wouldn't allow it. Elena pulled at Damon's arm and led him to his trailer.

'Come on. You need something cold on your shoulder.'

Damon sat down on his bed. Elena was searching his fridge for frozen peas or something. She was leaning over to get to the freezer, and Damon was appreciating her tight pencil skirt that had risen up considerably, exposing the long and smooth expanse of her legs. God, she is beautiful, he mused. Sexy as fuck. She jumped up and down, thrilled to have found them. She was so adorable. But so womanly, as he observed her breasts straining against the fabric, trying to leap out of her top as she jumped up and down, up and down. She must have seen where he was staring, not that he even made an attempt to hide his focus, because she stopped and averted her gaze. She walked up to him and held out the peas expectantly. He began to remove his shirt, smirking when her eyes widened comically as she began to splutter.

'W-what are you doing?' Elena exclaimed, completely taken off guard and shocked.

'I'm not about to soak my favourite shirt in water for no good reason now am I?' He stated, as if it's the most obvious thing ever, rolling his eyes for good measure. Damon watched Elena as her eyes involuntarily bore into his chest and raked over his body. He didn't need to hear her heart beat to know her pulse was thumping, her heaving breasts proved an excellent visual.

'You needn't stare. You can touch me if you want. But I will be wanting to reciprocate the favour.' he purred, suggestive eyes landing on her chest. Damon watched Elena flush scarlet, just like she had when he had placed a kiss on her hand, and plastered a pretty damn smug smile on his face.

'I - errm. I'll go now' she stuttered, trying to steady her breathing.

'Hang on!' He called, and Elena could hear the smile in his voice. She turned and saw his smirk. Fuck. Sex is sat topless on the bed of sex exposing his body of sex and is asking for her to touch his chest of sex and muscles of sex which is probably going to lead to sex. Oh if only she had no common sense. She'd be blissful by now. Elena sighed, giving him a pointed look, as if to ask 'Yes?'.

'Now since you nearly killed me, I think you owe me.' He nodded sideways towards his shoulder. 'It's incredibly inconvenient, but I can't exactly comfortably hold this' he raises the rapidly defrosting peas slightly, 'against my shoulder. I can't reach.'

'And here I was under the impression, if your reputation doesn't proceed you, that you were incredibly nimble' Elena teased before she realised what she'd just said and started giggling at the look on Damon's face. Her meaning wasn't lost on Damon as he raised an eyebrow and smirked, amused with the sudden turn of events. It was unexpected, and honestly surprised him. At first, he had been teasing this innocent and pure good girl, and here she was, making a sex joke.

'I like you' he decided. 'You know how to laugh'

Elena honest to God almost burst out laughing again. If there was one thing she didn't expect, it was that. No one ever thought she was fun. Elena was work-24-hours-a-day-never-go-out-or-have-fun-or-sex girl. Not meet-sex-Gods-and-tease-them-about-their-sexual-prowess girl. No not girl. Woman. Around Damon, this near stranger, she felt like a woman. She walked over to him and held the make-shift ice pack in place and winced at Damon's sudden intake of breath. 'Are you alright?' Elena asked, genuinely concerned. 'Yeah, it's just really really fucking cold.' he laughed.

Having solved that problem with a cloth, Elena took the time to take in her surroundings. His trailer was the biggest on the lot, but still slightly small. The kitchen was right off of the bedroom, which didn't have any privacy as there is no door leading into it. She also took the time to appreciate Damon. There he sat, uncomfortably silent. He was known to make snide comments and is just generally glib. Yet here he was, not commenting on their close proximity. She was suddenly very frustrated and awkward and wanted to leave, but he needed the cold on his shoulder. She began to tug on his shoulder and started to pull him down onto the bed so he would be lying down, planning on leaving the peas behind his shoulder. Unfortunately for her, he misinterpreted the move and flipped over to lie on top of her.

Damon was smirking at her, obviously he thought this was an invitation, and he was only too willing to accept it. He started to run his fingers over her long legs, from her ankles going up to her knees, tracing the lightest of trails that Elena barely felt it. But it was enough to cause her heart to beat rapidly as most of her blood rushed to where she craved attention. His eyes danced up her glorious body and settled on her eyes. It was the first time they'd ever made proper eye contact, and they were both shocked with what they found. Elena's eyes were a deep hazel which looked molten with lust. It was the most gorgeous sight Damon had ever seen, and Damon had been around.

Elena was in shock. She was seconds from retracting and hitting him until she saw him. Really saw him. Elena bore into his eyes, his beautiful beautiful eyes. They were alight with curiosity and desire. She felt wanted. She was trapped in his gaze which apparently rendered her speechless, as her mind was screaming for her to say something, anything, but only small moans of pleasure escaped her lips as his fingers continues upward.

Damon hovered over her, leaning slightly to one side as his hand traces a light trail up to her skirt hem, occasionally rubbing small circles on her sensitive skin. He began to hitch up her skirt when she sat up rapidly, pushing his off of her. Elena wanted to run, embarrassed at how affected she was by the simplest of touches. By the high she was on from Damon's touches caused her to do something she hadn't done in a while. She was confident.

Damon stared at her, bewildered and confused. No one ever refused Damon Salvatore. He was Damon fucking Salvatore. He has witnessed women literally cry because they couldn't have him. His ego was bruised, and was about to comment on it when Elena suddenly turned around and straddled him. He groaned as he felt her wet against his jeans and he moved to touch her somewhere, anywhere. But she stopped him.

'Ah ah ah.' She teased.

Elena was feeling good. More than good. She felt better than she thought she could when she'd woken up that morning and nearly killed the TV star. She thought it was going to be the another monotonous day in the life of Elena Gilbert. She couldn't have been more wrong. She trapped his hands in hers in pushed them up the bed so they were above his head, and she was leaning forward onto him. Pressed up against him. And she knew full well what he could see. God she wanted him, she was having difficulty forming coherent thoughts as he bucked defiantly yet lightly against her hips. She grinds on him in response, trying to relieve her ache between her legs, but also to tease Damon. As she lies on top of him, she starts to sit back up, slowly moving her hands over his body as she does: through his hair, down his face, along his neck and she stops at his shoulders. She leans forward again to get her hands under this back and repositions the 'frozen' peas so they are below his injury. Then she gets off of him and walks towards the door, amused with the frustrated look on his face.

'I'm not some crazy fan you can just manipulate Damon. I was only trying to help' she said, then she shut the door behind her.

She would have to take care of the ache between her legs very soon, and she knew he would too. God, that's a thought.