Short but incredibly sweet some strong language, I own nothing CW and l j smith.

Chapter3. I Lie Awake At Night, Thinking Of Only You.

DAMON'S POV

Annoyed, he spoke aloud to himself. "Goodnight Elena!" What the fuck was I thinking? He winced at the memory. There and then he knew he should have told her exactly what he was thinking or feeling to more exact. She looked like a goddess, he thought, smiling to himself. Aphrodite indeed! He sighed again, that sucker was in love, and he knew it. He needed her, he pined for her, and he lusted for her. After Stefan killed his girlfriend Andie, Damon had been going through a dry spell and thanks to Elena being a constant...temptation and reminder; he had been in more than one hard and uncomfortable situation over the summer.

ELENA'S POV

"Oh my god! What was I thinking..." I'm wearing one of his shirts, his baby brother is gone, I love him...no wait! Did I just..."Oh my god, Elenaaaa!" what was I thinking, I'm so confused right now! All I wanted was to jump his bones there and then. Damon is so gorgeous... She gasped and sighed. Her lips curled into a smile as she thought of his smile, even when she was annoyed, Damon could make her happy. He only made her sad when he wasn't there! Oh Elena, you've got it bad, what were you thinking, mimicking her own voice in her head ...oh I...urrrr...was just...urrrr...looking for a bedroom. Is that all I could say? I just want to kiss those perfect lips... "That's it!" Enough is enough, she thought, as she bolted out of bed.

As the door creaked open, Damon looked over to it, even though he heard her coming way before. He was lying on his grand four-poster bed, shirtless, his hand folded up behind his head. This showed off his large bicep rather well, if he didn't say so himself. He was so serene and cool, he belonged here. His defined cheekbones and toned chest were gloriously highlighted by the rays of cold, blue moonbeams shinning in from the far window, an angelic sight. "I couldn't sleep." said Elena.

"Me neither." he said as he sat up resting on his elbows. "Can I come in?" Damon said nothing; he just nodded and moved over to one side of the bed so she could lay down next to him. They both sat in silence on top of the cool sheets. Neither of them knowing how to start.

Still they lay there, shoulder to shoulder, wrist to wrist, and now slowly Damon had curled his fingers in between hers. She didn't protest, she just clasped his fingers in return. Elena's breathing was heavy for only a moment, she had learned how to control her body now but that didn't mean the way it reacted had changed. Whenever she was with Damon she got butterflies in her stomach, her heart would race and she would be covered head to toe in goose bumps but this was no comparison to when he touched her. When he touched her is was like fireworks bursting out of her chest, she could feel his gaze heavily on her now, she longed for him so much but she had to tell him how she feels first!

"I want to..."

"Oh, no you..."

"It's just I..."

Clearly they both had something they needed to say. Damon stopped her and spoke in a whisper that was barely audible, no one else was in the house to hear, yet it just seemed...right.

"Elena, I should have said this early but for some reason, you have this effect on me...do you know...do you know how beautiful you are?" he looked longingly into her eyes, pleading her to understand. A tear filled her eye, she was smiling...

"Damon?"

"Yes, Elena?"

"Before you say anything else, I need you to know something."

"What is it?"

"I love you."