A/N: Sorry it took a while to get this out. Real life's been getting in the way of my fanfiction life. I have quite a few parts of this story written and ready, now I'm basically just working on getting the filler in to let it all flow following some sort of plot. Thanks again to everyone who added this story to their alerts and thanks to everyone who's reviewing. It keeps me wanting to write. Enjoy and don't forget to comment!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of The Vampire Diaries or the show itself. This is just fiction purely for fan entertainment. I do however own the ideas and most of the plotlines of the story. Please don't take them.

Chapter Three: Closer

He rushed at the half open door, slamming her back into it to push it open. His kneecaps hit the foot of the bed and he dropped her roughly down onto it. He sped out of his clothes, remaining in his boxers before laying himself down to hover over her body. His hands reached for the hem of her corset-like top and he slowly inched it up past her bellybutton, his fingertips gracing her cool skin. He leaned his head down to place his lips on her, kisses slowly inched up along her torso.

She growled at him, "What are you doing?"

"I..." he shrugged.

She pulled her own top off and started to go for the button on her jeans. He grabbed at her hands, halting her movements.

"Katherine..." he sighed, sitting up at her hips. "Can't we just...go slowly…this time?"

She shook her head, "No." His eyebrows furrowed.

"Stefan, I need it. Now," she demanded, shoving him backwards so that she could sit atop his body instead. "No nice, tender foreplay. Just sex," she told him bluntly.

She clamped her lips down over his, sliding her tongue abruptly into his mouth. He groaned and gave in. What else was he to do?

She reached into his boxers and held him. His eyes closed at the pleasure that erupted inside of him. She started to stroke him slowly and felt him harden in her hand. She smiled before shoving his boxers to his knees. He helped her pull them off and he rolled them back over so he was on top of her again.

"Fuck me, Stefan," she growled. He smirked at her while he reached to pull her jeans and panties off of her. He took hold of himself and stroked her entrance. She spread her legs wider, arching her back. "Please..." she moaned.

He slammed into her, his eyes slamming shut equally as hard. "Oh, Katherine..." he muttered as he started to slide in and out of her. "You're so...feels good..."

She smiled, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. "I know," she sighed.

He reached at his neck for her hands, pulling them down and pressing them to the bed. He settled his head in the crook of her neck and laced his fingers with hers. She felt him smile and lay a soft kiss against her neck. She rolled her eyes before shutting them. She'd allow that for now, but she wasn't letting herself give in, yet. She had too much work still to be done.

He picked her up, his strong hand gripping her waist, and placed her on the green felt of the pool table. He pushed her down until she was flat on her back. He climbed on top of her, his weight pushing her harder into the table below. Her legs itched from the uncomfortable scratch of the cheap felt lining but she wasn't complaining.

His hands shoved her skirt up to fold across her hips as he spread her legs with his knees. Her eyes slipped closed in anticipation of what he would do next.

Nothing.

Her eyes popped open with a groan. He smirked from above her.

"Is there a problem, Elena?" Damon questioned.

"Hurry, before somebody sees us," she whispered.

"Elena," he chuckled loudly, looking around the half-empty Grill, "no need to worry. If they haven't noticed by now, they're blind..." he stated, sliding his lips down the smooth skin of her flushed neck. This caused a loud Damon to resonate from deep within her throat.

"Or deaf," he smiled. "Elena," he started. She failed to reply, her hips rising to meet his. "What do you want from me?"

"You know what I want," she whispered.

"But I want to hear you say it," he whispered back, his mouth mere centimetres from her ear. She trembled beneath him.

"Damon..."

"Yes?"

"Damon...DAMON!"

He shook his head, snapping out of his daze. His eyes focused ahead of him and he realized he must have been daydreaming. Too bad.

"What?"

"What's wrong with you?" she asked him, eyebrows slanted across her eyes.

"Nothing. I was just...nothing. Let's play pool."

"We've been playing pool. And if you hadn't realized that, no wonder I've won three times already."

"It was a fluke," he urged.

"Three times?" she asked in a tone close to sarcasm.

"Whatever. How about a fourth?" he asked, hopeful.

"I, uh...really think I should be getting home," she stated, her voice lowering a little.

"Oh, okay. That's...that's cool."

"Want a ride home?" she asked him.

He nodded. "Yeah, yeah I do."

Stefan lay next to Katherine, his breath still slightly catching in his throat.

"You're amazing. You know that right?" He asked her, hardly able to contain his smile.

She neglected to say a word as she rolled onto her side, facing away from him. He didn't seem to take notice of her lack of interest and so he kept on talking.

"Why did you wait so long to come back to me?" he questioned. She shrugged her shoulders from her position on the bed.

"I don't feel like talking right now, Stefan. Ask me again some other time," she sighed, closing her eyes.

"Oh...okay." He rolled his body towards her again, his chest pressing against her back as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

She couldn't help the smile that graced her lips. She felt her hands, not of her own accord, reach up grasp at his arms holding her close.

Elena parked the car in front of the Salvatore house again.

"Home, sweet home," Damon muttered, really not looking forward to seeing Stefan and Katherine going at it again. Hopefully they tired each other out for the evening.

Elena laughed. "I had fun, Damon. Surprisingly."

"Surprisingly? You thought we wouldn't have fun? Well, I'm sorry that I outdid your expectations of me, Elena," he smiled.

A calming silence filled the vehicle as neither party moved.

"Damon..." Elena started.

"Yeah?" he asked in return, hopeful for some reason at what she'd say next.

"Can you...I mean, if he's around, can you tell Stefan that I missed him tonight?"

His non-beating heart sank deep within his chest. "Yeah. Yeah, I will." He opened the car door. "Goodnight, Elena."

"Night, Damon."

He trudged up the path from the driveway to the front door of the house, turning around once more to wave at her before her car pulled away into the distance.

He opened the door, closed it and leaned his body back up against it, eyes closing.

"How was your date?" Katherine spoke, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

His eyes flew open at her voice. His eyes narrowed and he ignored her question, walking away towards his blood supply. She followed along. He poured himself a glass before slumping into the chair next to him.

"What a gentleman, not pouring me a glass."

"I don't associate with conniving bitches."

"Really, Damon...you're going to have to let it all go sometime or another," she smirked, sitting down on the arm rest of his chair.

"What's going on between you and Stefan?" he questioned, angrily.

"Why? Are you upset I'm stealing your poor little Stefan away from you?"

"No," he announced. "I'm upset that you're making him play Elena the way he is. She really trusts him. I don't know what you're doing to him, or what your intentions are, but I know you, and I know they're not good."

"You don't know me, Damon, as much as you try to tell yourself." She stood. "And I'm not telling you what I'm doing with him, because it's none of your business," she stated, starting to walk away.

"When you get back to Stefan's bed, tell him his girlfriend misses him."

She waved her hand at him as she walked away, heading back up the stairs to where Stefan was waiting for her.