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CHAPTER THREE

Elena woke with her face buried in Damon's still bare chest, she instinctively breathed in his scent of scotch, Givenchy and just… pure masculinity. She sighed, briefly allowing herself to forget that this was her boyfriend's brother she was assaulting.

"Damon." She whispered, trying to wake him up, "Damon." His only reaction was a loud groan, and without any hint of warning just as she was about to get up he rolled on top of her. He was almost between her legs now and his eyes remained closed as he nuzzled his forehead into the arch between her neck and shoulder. She momentarily sank into the embrace and very nearly "purred", but was interrupted from her reverie as he suddenly raised his head, blinking. They looked at each other for a few moments before he gathered is senses and rolled off her, the air whipping around her, involuntarily using his vampire speed in his desire to rectify the situation. In shock, he stared at the ceiling. She mirrored his response with her legs still slightly parted and the patch of skin on her neck burning.

"Sorry." He breathed, sincerely.

"It's okay." She replied. After a few seconds they both got up and headed in silence in opposite directions; he to his bathroom, and she to hers.

Early evening
"I brought my personally compiled Cary Grant box set."

"And I brought homemade mince pies."

"You angel." He said climbing over the back of the couch gracefully and appearing before her with a slight breeze. He promptly put one of her masterpieces into his mouth and emitted a slightly muffled groan of satisfaction.

"Took me all afternoon, you know. Savour it." She cajoled.

"Trust me I will." He smiled at her, "I think a drink is in order." He said, turning towards his cabinet.

"What are we celebrating?"

"I don't know. Cary's legacy perhaps? Or these truly fantastic mince pies and your undiscovered culinary skills? Maybe even the existence of alcohol. Lady's choice." He said, handing her a tumbler of bourbon.

"Alright." She said raising her glass. "To Cary, mince pies, and alcohol."

"To Cary, you and alcohol." He replied, drinking deeply.

Later

"Okay. I never… saw Twilight. I couldn't bear to watch them massacre a frankly brilliant concept." Elena admitted.

"I did." He replied. Elena pulled a face. "Curiosity got the better of me. Of course I didn't pay for it though." He said by way of explanation, taking a drink.

"Of course." She laughed.

"My go. I never had a girlfriend."

"That I can believe. Me neither! Okay… I never ate peanut butter."

"You're not missing out on anything." he assured her, drinking. He thought for a moment, "I never saw Grease."

"How terrible!" she said, drinking, "Okay, I never had any designer clothes."

"Now that's terrible! We are so going shopping tomorrow, with or without your consent. I never wore anything but designer clothes in my life… okay in my afterlife." he corrected.

"Haha okay, I never...was compelled." She said, looking him in the eye.

"I can rectify that." He said, only half joking.

"Really?" she asked, genuinely curious. The look of shock that she would even consider this on his face was priceless, "Would you really?" she said, reaching for the clasp of her necklace.

"Hang on." he stopped her, keeping her necklace firmly in place with his hand. "How do you know I won't make you do something you won't like, or compel you to not put it back on?"

"I know you won't." she said with confidence.

"Okay…" he said, still unsure, "Any requests?"

"Yeah, make me do something tame like… walk in circles."

"Your wish is my command." He said, as evilly as he could but she remained unafraid. He approached her and put his hands on either side of her face, staring into her eyes briefly before complying. "You will remember all of this and especially that you asked me to do this, and now you will walk in circles until I tell you to stop." He let go of her face and watched her start walking.

"Whoa, that is the weirdest thing." She said smiling.

"You like it, huh?" he said in the sleaziest way possible.

She rolled her eyes "Can I stop now, please?"

"Sure," his pupils dilated "You are no longer under my influence. Stop."

"So, if no one ever realises they're being compelled, how come I knew?"

"Because I mentioned it, I told you to remember that you asked me to compel you." He said, handing her necklace back. He still couldn't believe she'd trusted him to do that. For all she knew she could still be in his control. She obviously has some serious danger radar issues, he thought as she sat back down on the couch.

"Okay. Your go again."

"I'm out."

"You can't be."

"Nope I've said everything I haven't done."

"Really?" she said, sceptical.

"Yeah, well.. almost everything." he said, turning away from her to refill his drink.

"Oh yeah? What's left?" she asked, curious.

"I've never tasted you." he said, watching her reaction as he slowly sat back down on the couch next to her. There was a pause when she couldn't look away from his blue gaze. She knew what he had meant, but something about the way he hadn't specified her blood made her hum with excitement.

"Well, now we can't have that tarnish your perfect record, can we?" she said, pushing him back on the couch as she threw one leg over his, straddling his lap. Unsure what had prompted this sudden burst of confidence, The alcohol no doubt, she thought, she gaze down at his shocked face. He stared up back at her, watching entranced as she pushed all of her gorgeous, silky dark hair over one shoulder. "Go ahead. I give you permission to drink from me." He gazed in awe as she closed her eyes and leaned her forehead on his left shoulder. "Do it." She insisted. He could feel the veins around his eyes start to enhance and the tips of his teeth extend, not only this but he was sure she could feel how aroused he was at the very idea of what she was offering him. He finally gave in, kissing her neck, careful not to pierce the soft skin their just yet, simply basking in the scent.

"This will hurt for just a second. But after that it'll be like nothing you've ever experienced, least of all in bed with Saint Stefan." He chuckled as she was unable to form a response, merely nodding, and gently licked the spot he had chosen to prepare her. Suddenly and involuntarily, he let his instinct take over, grabbing her waist and plunging his fangs into her neck. She cried out from shock but he did his best to make the transition from pain to pleasure as swift as possible, and soon enough she was moaning in his arms. She was in utter euphoria, and so was he. He had said that for her it would be fantastic but he hadn't anticipated the wave after wave of sweet satisfaction he felt as he filled his mouth with her life source. He could hardly contain himself, but as he felt her shudder then wilt and heard her moans reduce to whimpers he managed to retract his teeth and lick the spilt drops of blood from her neck. He turned them to lay her down, her legs wrapping around him reflexively. "Elena, kitten. Look at me." She tried her best to focus on his face, and not his obvious arousal. She was sure she would have blushed had she been able to. She watched him extend his teeth once more, and, ever so slightly afraid, she tried to wriggle out from underneath him. "Stop, Elena, I'm not going to hurt you." He reassured. She understood as he raised his own wrist to his mouth and bit to let his own blood run free. Holding his wounded wrist up to her mouth she shook her head. "Come on, Elena, I took too much. You need this." Behind his hand she saw him lick his lips, conscious of the fact that he may still have blood there and thinking this was the reason for her reluctance, but only serving to turn her on even more. He pushed his wrist towards her, and as she was able to focus more on the inviting red liquid that oozed from the cut she found herself the opposite of repulsed and unexpectedly grabbed his wrist. She drank deeply, scrunching her nose at the concept but quickly giving in to the surprisingly syrupy taste of his blood. She could feel him writhing above her, and somewhere in the back of her mind she could hear him telling her to stop. He had to force his wrist from her mouth eventually, thinking he might pass out if she had anymore.

"Mmmm." she purred, licking her lips tantalisingly.

"My thoughts exactly." He laughed at the sight of her, clearly enjoying herself. By instinct, and completely involuntarily he bucked his hips into hers and she responded in equal measure. He could smell her arousal, but she was drunk. If this was going to happen, she had to make the decision alcohol and compulsion free. He would make sure of that. So he sat up and pulled her with him so she was once again straddling him and allowing her to get up off him. But she didn't. Instead she rested her head on his shoulder and breathed in deeply. Now Damon, not one to let any female force him to engage in anything resembling cuddling, was caught off guard but sank into the embrace, and after a few minutes realised she had fallen into a deep sleep. He stood up as smoothly as he could and began walking up the stairs to their bedrooms with her legs around his hips and arms around his shoulders. He briefly thought how this might look to the casual passer-by, but that thought was quickly replaced with a dilemma. Should he take her to Stefan's room and leave her by herself, or back to his bed? He decided he liked the latter better, so he turned in the direction of his room and lowered her onto the bed. Before crawling into bed beside her, he took her shoes and socks off, but decided to leave her sweater so as to not risk waking her. Laying down he revelled when she turned in her sleep stretching one arm across his stomach and shifting a knee over his. "She's going to be the death of me." He thought out loud, and as she moaned softly in her sleep he thought he heard a barely there "Damon" from her lips. As she pressed herself closer to him, one thought crossed his mind before he fell into a dream filled sleep. Christ. Blue balls.

AN: Haha, I had to draw it out aleast a little while! Please tell me if i go too OOC, i get a little carried away. I'm sure you understand. :) LOVE