AN: Another chapter guys :) There is probably only one more chapter and i will need your help with it SO MAKE SURE TO READ THE AN AFTER THE STORY ok?
Previously on The Vampire Diaries:
"You like seeing me squirm you jerk!"- she accused.
"Ye-p" - he smirked - "Come on hot lips, let's get ready to hit the town."
"Hot lips?" - Elena asked with a raised eyebrow and a hand firmly placed at her waist -"Seriously?"
"Absolutely babe"- Damon answered as he replied and gave her a kiss that made her second guess her decision of not having that orgasm after all.
As fast as he got to her Damon was gone and she could hear the shower being turned on.
"Tease..." - she muttered under her breath.
"I heard that!" - Damon sing-songed cheekily making Elena roll her eyes and laugh.
Elena dragged Damon e-ve-ry-whe-re, from one postcard worthy place to another; her restless little feet stomped all over Manhattan as Damon idly wondered if he could remove her Duracell batteries.
As they ran from one place to the next, Elena would squeal like a child every time she spotted a landmark. Now considering they were in New York City that meant that Elena squealed a lot of the time. From Columbus Circus to Chinatown and Wall Street to Battery Park, in Times Square and at the Statue of Liberty, at the Opera, Julliard, Greenwich Village and even at each individual Starbucks – thank God Vampires didn't need to watch their calories - through Chelsea and the High Line and e-ve-ry single art gallery, museum and shop – squeal, squeal, squeal!
Damon wasn't sure how much more genuine enthusiasm he could take. Elena's need to photograph every second of their journey baffled him and the rush to see the entirety of New York in a single day was hard for him to comprehend. Elena was like a kid on a sugar rush… Maybe that explained all the squealing and the God awful "I love NYC" foam high hat she was sporting.
"Smiiiile"- Elena commanded for the seventh million time that day, but the best Damon could muster was a grin.
Elena stood up from the stone wall and, looking down at the photo she had taken of them, frowned affronted.
"Damon! You ruined the picture. Again!" - she chastised -"Why can't you just smile?"
"Because, sweet cheeks"- he replied in an annoyed tone -"You take far too many photographs!" - he bit out -"And my face muscles are hurting."
Elena immediately exaggerated her pout and bashed her eye lashes at the sulking man, seated as he was, with his arms crossed.
"Oh my poor big bad vampire!" - she cooed approaching a weary Damon -"He's all tired, photographed out and cranky!"
Damon raised his eye brow suspiciously as Elena's hands wrapped around his face, lifting it to look at her, and her legs pushed his own apart. She left no space between them and he could feel the distinct pressure against his crotch.
"Elena..." - he started to say, placing his hands on her hips.
"Does little Damon need some TLC?" - she asked in that sickly sweet voice that was making his nerves raw even if he was starting to feel aroused.
"A little tip for the future..." - he eyed her speculatively.
"Yeees?" -she purred trying to play the seductress.
"Most 170 old vampires don't like to be patronized." - he pointed out acidly.
"Oh?" - Elena lost her composure for a second before he felt her knee rubbing up and down his crotch making him let out a traitorous grunt - "I dare say some 170 old vampires do like to be teased a little." - she smiled coyly at him and Damon knew she had him.
"Ok... I'll play." - Damon replied with his tantalizing smirk, his fingers already tracing the skin around her waistline and making her shiver - "What exactly do you have in mind?"
And there it was. In a flash the Elena he knew was clear in the girl's face. She knew how to tease, how to put up a facade, but when you called her bluff, then she was all "deer caught in the headlights" and back to being Elena and not a seductress.
Seeing her fumble with how to react, all wide eyes and indecision, Damon did what he did best: he rescued her. He rose up slowly, eyes piercing hers, tethering her to him. Damon brought Elena's hips against his, pushing into her wantonly but discreetly, angling her pelvis so she could feel the benefits of their "closeness". When her lips parted a little, Damon closed the distance between them and delivered a slow, wet and mind numbing kiss that make her tingle all over. Her hands reflexively glided down his neck, seeking purchase on his shirt, her fingers practically clawing the fabric.
Elena melted into Damon becoming completely oblivious to the very public PDA they were engaged on. Thanks to Damon's extra strength, he was able to keep her hips from moving obscenely against him and, as such, giving the crowd around a show worth their money. Regretfully, there was nothing he could do about her little whimpering noises and people were starting to notice them.
Damon broke the kiss reluctantly, moving his swollen lips to Elena's ear.
"Babe, if we don't want to make a show of ourselves, we might want to move this somewhere else." - he whispered huskily.
"Yes. Please. Now" - Elena panted breathlessly holding tight to the lapels of his shirt unaware of how wrapped around him she really was.
Damon chuckled at her eagerness and obvious state of arousal, wishing they were alone so that he could have his way with her here and now.
"You will have to let go of me first Elena." – he smiled kindly at her as he brushed a hair off her blushing face.
"Oh. Right. Of course." – Elena replied, pushing herself awkwardly away from him all embarrassment and nervousness and pent up desire.
Damon watched her adoringly, enjoying her inability to speak and much less squeal – thank God - for the time being. He considered taking her under a bridge in Central Park, but the griminess of the setting irked him some. He looked around, plenty of restaurants and cafe's with easily accessible washrooms, but then again Elena deserve a little better than that.
The elder vampire did enjoy a passionate quickie from time to time. However he favored more ideal conditions and they had to be a bit better than broad daylight, busy or dirty spots and the girl in form fitting jeans and chucks.
Damon just had to choose… The hotel was six blocks south and they could get there in 10 minutes. Then there was a descent looking cinema with a suitably timed matinee just across the square. Should he get down and dirty with Elena in silver town or go for a lengthy luxurious seduction at the hotel? Now that was the rub…
AN: Ok, here is your chance to choose. For the last chapter of this little saga do you want them having at it in the cinema or the hotel? Also, does anyone need to know anymore about Stefan? I'm happy to leave him the way he was but if your reasoning is sound I will add a little more of him. So R&R and let me know ok? xoxo