~ 6 days, 5 hours, 40 minutes and 30 seconds of you ~

~ Ok, this is the 3rd chapter of this story. I am not sure yet if this is it or if it continues. I need time to think about it. Hope you enjoy it.~

Disclaimer: I still do not own TVD. I am just a big Damon fan that wants to see him getting all the loving he deserves! Of course is not a purely selfless act on my part. If Damon gets some loving maybe we can get some screen eye candy too. After all Damon/Ian is really easy on the eyes. :)


Elena and her class were gathered in the school's theater watching a lengthy feature movie about the American Revolution. Her pantry release stunt had made her late for school so she had sneaked into the theater and sat alone at the very back, trying to gather her thoughts. She knew that she needed to pay attention to the movie. Alaric had hinted that the subject was going to be part of her finals, but Elena couldn't concentrate even if her life depended on it.

Thoughts and images of Damon kept flooding her mind and her body was readily reacting to every single one of them. Since they had declared their love and need for each other and jumped into this rollercoaster, Elena kept wondering if she was ever going to get over her craving for him.

Elena knitted her brows in frustration and desire. Of course, it didn't help a bit that she was going commando for the day. - "Stupid idea Elena" - she berated herself. But she hadn't been able to resist further teasing Damon. She chuckled wondering how Damon reacted when her moans traveled to his ears as she pleased herself earlier at the boarding house. Just the idea of him listening in was making her all hot and bothered again! After she came in the pantry a wicked idea had occurred to her. So she had shimmied down her soaked lacy tong and left it behind on the kitchen counter with a lip stick mark around the crotch area. It seemed like a good idea at the time and she hadn't thought about how uncomfortable it would be to go through her classes with a lusty mind and the sensitive skin exposed. -"This is going o be a very very long day"- Elena thought as she leaned her face in her hands.

All she could think about was Damon... Closing her eyes didn't help, keeping her eyes open didn't stop the chills the memories caused. She was so horny and in need of release...Of course, what she wanted was Damon- she wanted him everywhere, anywhere, anyway he would have her. -"Not helping Elena!" - she chided herself as she squirmed in her seat feeling the heat increase between her legs. – "I should have stayed home dam it!" - she couldn't believe she had been reduced to this needy pent up state. Worse, she had two more classes to go through before the school day was over. -"Two more classes feeling like this..."- it was hopeless! Elena knew that if she wanted to make it through the day in a more sane way she would have to take the matter into her own hands. Another temporary self release might work... Annoyed at herself, she looked around to make sure it was safe. She had at least three rows between her and the next classmate. Those that were still awake were paying attention to the movie and where she was seated was very dark.

With a reluctant little gruff, Elena sunk further into the chair, legs instinctively spreading apart as her head leaned backwards. She let her hands trail down her body imagining they were Damon's hands, brushing her nipples, slowly caressing the sensitive skin of her inner tights and hungry for her hot center. "Oh God" – Elena purred as she wondered how Damon could have such an effect on her.

Elena clamped one hand on her mouth as she tried her best to muffle the involuntary gasps and whimpers that were leaving her lips as she worked her other hand under her skirt. She was biting her bottom lip so hard that she could taste blood and that only made her fingers work more avidly. Elena could feel her swollen wet folds but she was frustratingly no closer to a release then when she started. She needed him - she needed Damon inside of her, stretching her, filling her... – "It's no use Elena, this one is up to you." - One hand reached for her clit, the other sliding down and into her slit allowing her finger to dip in and out furiously chasing that elusive release she craved. The smell of her own sex was beginning to permeate the air around her and making her worried that she would get caught. That idea added a much needed edge to her actions and Elena plunged another finger in starting to finally forget where she was. She bit her lip again, hard and then almost screamed her head off when a strong hand clamped over her mouth and a sultry voice whispered in her ear -" Well, Lena..." - Damon kissed her softly behind her ear -" It seems you got the party started without me... " - he smiled at her seductively taking in the wide eyed stare she was giving him -"Now I'm jealous..." - Damon scowled as he pulled her wet fingers into his mouth and sucked at them with gusto. His sudden appearance, the adrenaline it injected into her blood stream and the sight of Damon licking her juices as if it was ambrosia sent her head spinning and her heart thumping convulsively .

Damon took it all in, sensing, hearing and smelling her need and growled into her neck. Like a parched man, Damon gave into his own very desperate desire to consume her. He moved Elena down to the floor of the theatre, covering her body with his and kissing her roughly and clumsily so much he was aroused by the sight of her pleasing herself. Elena returned the gesture in kind, and had she been a vampire, Damon would have been a bloody mess of bite marks, hickeys and thorn hair. Damon quickly freed his hard erection. He was so hard and so hungry for a release that it was almost as painful as the daily hunger for blood he felt. Since this all had started he felt that if he didn't get his daily Elena fix he would just dry up and die. She had become vital for his survival... – "Man, I'm so whipped!"– Damon thought rolling his eyes but content to belong to this wild beauty in his arms. Damon reached for her face and pulled her chin up so that they were looking into each other's eyes -"I love you so much Elena..." - he whispered like a prayer as he plunged his hard member deep into her. Elena's back arched and her teeth sank hard into her bottom lip making blood spill. Damon descended hard on her lips, sucking the delicious liquid and muffling both of their moans as they rode together into an earth shattering, soul binding orgasm.

As Elena was coming down from her high, with fluttering eye lashes and languid limbs, she reached up to kiss Damon but her hands came up empty. When she managed to think rationally she realized she was back on her seat, clothes back in place and the lights were on. All that was left of Damon was the wetness between her legs and the ache that throbbed in her soul from his absence. Elena stared around dazed and confused.

Noticing her expression, Ric came over to talk to her -"Elena? Are you ok?"

The girl looked up at him with big round eyes full of sadness and a heartbreaking expression. Ric cleared his throat and sat down by her.

"Elena, I need to have a word with you." - he looked down at the girl. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes watery and far away - "Elena?" - he asked again starting to be seriously concerned. When she didn't respond he reached out and touched her face. Her cheeks were scorching as her head turned to look at him.

Ric's touch brought her back to reality and she tried her best to focus on him.

"Elena, are you ok? You are burning! I think you have a fever." - Ric said searching her face.

Elena's reaction took them both by surprise. She threw herself into Ric's arms and started crying in earnest. The professor was so shocked that all he could think to do was hold her tight whilst she sobbed violently into his chest. He had never seen Elena cry, not during or after any of the tragedies, tribulations and horrors she had been through. She was always so strong, always together, always moving forward. Elena never fell apart like everyone else did. She didn't drown her sorrows in alcohol like him, indulge in addictive behaviour like Stefan or go out on a bender like Damon. No, the girl was always solid, a safe harbour for everyone else... Elena couldn't stop crying. It was like if, now that she started, she would never be able to stop. She was crying about everything and anything, for all the losses and all the aches of her short eventful life.

Ric didn't know how to handle the girl. Her pain was tugging at his pain and he was afraid that he too would come undone. He reached for his phone and texted the one person he knew could help her: Damon. It stung that when it came down to it, when things got rough and you were on a tight spot, Damon was the one that saved the day. It stung because he could act like such a dick to hide the fact that he was not a dick after all.

Damon was sitting outside in the school grounds thinking of Stefan and his attempts at fitting in with the humans in this town when he got a text from Ric. -"SOS with Elena inside school theater."

Damon bolted from the bleachers like a mad man, expecting God knows what to be attacking his girl and his friend. He practically yanked the theatre door off its hinges. Once inside the theatre Damon halted as he accessed the scene in from of him. Ric and Elena where in a heap on the floor, her head buried in his chest and hands wrapped around his waist, sobbing violently. Ric looked up at Damon with obvious relief, his eyes hollow with despair as he held Elena tight. Damon approached the pair and kneeled by his friend, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Ric sighed deeply as he released Elena into Damon's care. Elena resisted a little as Damon tenderly pried her away from Alaric's arms and brought her tenderly into his own.

"I'll cover for her." – Alaric said with a hoarse voice. Damon nodded wishing that there was more he could do to alleviate the obvious pain his friend was feeling. His attention was quickly diverted when Elena, realizing she was in Damon's arms, looked up at him with the saddest loving smile he had ever seen. It broke his heart to see her in so much pain. Elena sighed deeply and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face into his chest. – "Take me home Damon. "- she mumbled as he lifted her up and carried her away.

It took Alaric a few minutes to find the strength to lift himself from the floor and into a nearby chair. As he did, he held his head between his hands and hung it low, shoulders heavy with sorrow. As if a dam had broken inside his soul, sobs mirroring Elena's started to ripple from his chest, echoing in the big empty theatre, filling the space with his own pain.


A spicy start a bitter sweet ending. How do you guys like it?