A/N: Thank you again for ask of the wonderful reviews, as well as the favorites and follows. Hugs to everyone. Here's chapter 4 for your enjoyment. Towards the end this chapter, the story went completely different than I had originally planned. But it kind of wrote itself, and at first I wanted Elena to be kinda prudish, but then, I thought back to when I was a teenager. And, yeah, my hormones were all over the place. So, I wrote it how I thought it would more realistically go. I hope you enjoy. Oh, and there is some light smut at the end.

Chapter 4: Katherine

Elena's POV

I am laying awake, staring at my ceiling, when my alarm starts buzzing. Five-thirty came way too quickly after a night of restlessness. The nightmares came and went, as usual. It's the same every night and has been since the accident. Every night I have to relive that moment where I saw my brother's lifeless body next to me. Every night I wake up feeling like I'm on the verge of having a panic attack. I would give anything for one night of peaceful sleep.

I get up and head to get myself ready for the day. I take a nice hot shower, brush my teeth and hair, and get dressed in a low-cut red t-shirt with distressed jeans. As I'm walking out of the bathroom to go make Damon's breakfast, I see Dr. Creepy standing in my room.

"Good morning, Elena." He says with a smile.

"Good morning, Dr. Maxfield."

"Damon mentioned to me yesterday that you needed to be put on the Pill." He holds out some small packets of birth control pills, all organized in rows. "I will give these to him this morning, and you will take them each morning when you go to him. He also mentioned that you needed to be tested."

"Um, yeah. I-I don't think that's necessary, really." I don't know what it is about him that makes me so uncomfortable, but his whole demeanor makes warning signals go off in my head.

"Well, I think Damon knows what's best for you. I'll bring supplies in tomorrow to draw some blood for the test." I'm just about to tell him that I'm pretty sure I know what is best for me, when he turns to leave the room. "Goodbye, Elena." And he's gone.

I have one hour until I am expected to wake Damon up with breakfast. So, I head downstairs to the kitchen, and decide on bacon with eggs and toast. And let's not forget the coffee. I've decided that today I will attempt to be civil to Damon.

Yesterday's altercation with the banana, much as I hate to admit it, scared me a little. Damon was beyond mad, and I'm still nursing the bruise on my right cheek. It's also not fair to the other people in this house-the ones I actually like-if Damon's in a piss poor mood because of me.

I finish making Damon's breakfast and put it all on a breakfast tray to take upstairs. When I get to his room, the door is already slightly open, and Damon is sitting up in bed, shirtless. I force myself to look away, because I'd rather him not see me drooling over him. But, damn, that chest. I'd like to run my hands all over-wait...what am I thinking? Must look away, distract myself. I take a few deep breaths, open the door a little wider, and walk into his room.

Damon's POV

I hear Elena walk into my room, and without a word, she walks over and sets a tray of sunny side up eggs, perfectly crisp bacon, hot buttered toast, and steaming fresh coffee on the bed beside me. I have to say, I'm a little surprised. I fully expected more of her sassy attitude today. She's standing beside me now, looking at me expectantly, and I know I'm missing something here. Oh, right, the pills.

"Wes brought me your pills this morning. Pop one out and take it. Use the glass and the water in that carafe on the nightstand."

She nods in acceptance, and does as I have requested. And I'm baffled. Still no attitude.

"Now, open your mouth and stick your tongue out." Good, no sign of the pill. I catch myself staring a little too long at her perfectly pink tongue, imagining what it could do to me. And I feel cock twitch with desire. It won't be long before I'll have her fulfilling that desire any way I please. But...it won't be today. Katherine's coming today.

"Go ahead and close your mouth, cupcake." And there's a little glare. I'm glad to see all of her fire hasn't gone out. "I need to talk to you about something. My girlfriend, Katherine, is coming for a visit today. She knows what I do here, and she knows my expectations of you. Please, for the love of God, do not disappoint me today. Because, if you do," I narrow my eyes at her, "there will be hell to pay. And I have no problem with Kat putting you in your place if I'm not around. Are we understood?"

And now, she's glaring at me full force. She nods just enough for me to see, and I really hope I don't have problems with her today. It's difficult enough dealing with Katherine's shit. I finish eating and give Elena permission to leave my room. To her credit, the only thing she's done this morning is give me those amusing dirty looks, and I'm choosing not to pick a battle with her over them today.

Since Katherine's coming, I'm working from home today. These days are always the best. I could stay in my underwear all day if I wanted to. If I really wanted to, I could parade around naked. But, I won't for Ric and Wes's sake. I'm actually dreading seeing the she-bitch.

I honestly don't even know why we're still together. I barely see her, since she moved to Chicago, and she only calls me when she's not busy, which is never. She's the most self-centered, manipulative, egotistical, self-righteous woman I've ever met, and yet, somehow, we've been together for four years. At least the sex is great, when I can get it. And she doesn't give me shit about my lifestyle.

I decide it's finally time for me to get some motivation. So I slide out of bed and walk lazily over to my shower. My cock is still hard after seeing Elena's sweet little tongue this morning, and that's what I think of as I jerk myself off. God, I need to get laid. You know what, thank God Katherine's coming today. I'm going to make her scream.

Elena's POV

I walk into my school room and see Ric waiting for me at our table. He has a stack of textbooks in front of him, and he motions for me to take my seat.

"Hey. Good to see you this morning, Elena."

"Thanks. I see you got my books."

"Yes. I also went by your old school yesterday and got your school records. I've looked over them, and I have to say, you were a pretty remarkable student," he says with a smile.

"Thank you."

"Although I did notice that towards the end of your junior year, into this year, your grades started slipping. Was the material too hard, did you lose focus, what exactly happened there? You were a straight A student, and then all of a sudden you were making C's and D's."

Oh God, I don't want to go into this with him...or anyone. So, I try to skirt around the issue. "Um, I was dealing with some personal issues." Like my brother dying and my dad forking me over to an uncle who didn't give a damn about me.

Thankfully, Ric doesn't press the issue. "Well, hopefully, we can get you back on the right track. Now, what exactly are your long-term goals. College? Work? Neither?"

"I'm planning on going to medical school and becoming a surgeon." It's been all mapped out for me since I was still in diapers. I'm just along for the ride.

"Wow. What made you decide on that?"

"Um, well, my dad's a doctor, and so, I'm just following in his footsteps." I shrug as if I'm indifferent to the situation, but he evidently sees through me.

"It's not what you want?"

It is if I expect any kind of financial assistance from my dad. "I-I do." I lie. "It's just, I'm not looking forward to being in school forever."

Ric laughs and suggests that we go ahead and get on with our history lesson. And I agree whole-heartedly.

The next few hours pass by rather quickly, and before I know it, we're done with our second session together. I walk with my books in hand back to my room and place them on my dresser. Then, I head downstairs, eat a quick lunch, and get started on my chores for today.

I haven't had time to really think about what Damon said this morning. I'm not looking forward to meeting this Katherine lady. But at the same time, I want to see what Damon's type is. Why? I don't know. Although, he didn't seem very excited about the idea of her coming. He just looked exhausted, and he'd just woken up.

I do my chores in the main areas of the house, before heading up and cleaning Damon's room. His door is closed when I get there, and when I open it, Damon is looking at me from his laptop. He's sitting in a chair by his bed, wearing black pajama pants, and an unbuttoned black shirt. There's that magnificent chest again. His hair is mussed, I'm looking straight into two blue pools, and he looks freaking amazing. Seriously.

I think I might hate him a little less than I did yesterday. I don't think it's possible to hate something that good looking for any extended period of time. And wow, I'm just standing here staring at him. I should say something.

"Oh. I-uh, I thought you were at work." I stutter, and I'm blushing. And I hope he doesn't notice.

"I decided to work from home today, since Kat's coming. She'll want me to be here when she gets here, and she gave me no fucking time frame of when to expect her. Not that I would expect anything else from her." He's irritated. And for once, he's not irritated with me. I choose not to push his buttons right now.

"OK. Well, I'm just going to clean your room. I don't mind if you stay." I want to smack myself. Of course, he can stay in his own room.

He reads my mind. "I'm glad I have your permission to stay. Seeing as how it is MY fucking room." He rolls his eyes, and I wonder what has him so on edge.

I work silently, dusting, vacuuming, making Damon's bed, cleaning his bathroom. The whole time, he is busy working and pays no attention to me. Fine with me. I finish in his room as quickly as I can and don't bother saying goodbye on my way out. He's obviously not in the mood to be bothered right now.

I finish up my chores around the house, and as I'm making my way to the kitchen to start making dinner, the doorbell rings. Damon comes down the stairs, his shirt now buttoned, and his pajama pants exchanged for dark blue jeans.

I stand close to the kitchen, where I can't be seen from the door, and when he opens it, there are two people standing there. There is a man with brown hair and a gorgeous woman with long brunette hair that falls in curls over her shoulders. Neither looks exceptionally happy to be near each other.

"Hello, Lover." The woman says to Damon. So, that's Katherine. She walks in, wraps her arms around Damon and kisses him passionately. And I feel something I've never felt before in between my legs...an aching, longing. I bite my lip as I watch them kiss, and I wonder what it would be like to kiss Damon Salvatore. It must be heaven, because when they break their kiss, Katherine looks like she can barely breathe.

"Hi, Baby. I've missed you." Damon says in a sweet, seductive voice. He's making it really hard for me to hate him.

"I've missed you, too," Katherine says with a smile, and then the smile is gone. "You didn't tell me you invited him, though." She motions over to the man next to her.

"Thank you, Katherine. You're just too kind. And he didn't invite me. I don't need an invitation to drop by and see my brother."

That's Damon's brother? He doesn't look much like Damon. He's tall, like Damon, but he has a head full of brown hair, and I think his eyes are green, though I can't tell from where I am. Damon and his brother hug, and I can tell that they are close. Yet, something in Damon's demeanor seems strained, unspoken words that I hear loud and clear.

"Stefan, brother, what a surprise!" Damon says with a tight smile.

"Well, I was in town for the day, and I couldn't visit Mystic Falls without seeing my brother."

"Look, can we cut it with the chit chat? I'm really tired of wearing these shoes. And I could really use a drink." Katherine says, as she pushes her way past Damon and Stefan.

And, crap, they're all coming this way. I make a beeline for the kitchen and try to look busy. I go to the pantry and start grabbing things I'll need for dinner tonight, when I hear Damon call me over. I set the items on the counter and walk over to the trio.

"Elena, I want to introduce you to my girlfriend, Katherine, and my brother, Stefan."

"Katherine, Stefan this is Elena. She's the newest girl here."

I smile at them, and Stefan smiles back at me, but Katherine looks annoyed.

"Well, great, then she can get my bags out of my car." Wait, what? Who does this bitch think I am? The hired help? Get your own bags out of your own damn car!

She throws her keys at me, and I catch them right before they hit my face.

"You can take my things to Damon's room." And she walks off. Yup, Ric was right. She is such a bitch.

I walk out to the circle driveway in front of the house, and see a beautiful, silver Lexus SUV. It's really tempting to get in and drive it away, but since Damon is probably watching me from the front door, that's not a wise idea. I pop the back open, and there are at least five bags there. There is one large suitcase, two smaller ones, a makeup bag, and another bag with God knows what in it. From what I've heard, Katherine is staying for one night. One night. And she needs all of this? I'm here indefinitely and I didn't even bring this much stuff.

I grab the large suitcase and the two smallest bags, and I take them and head upstairs. God, this suitcase is heavy. I wouldn't be surprised if Katherine filled it with bricks. I take the three bags to Damon's room and then I follow that with the two other bags. And I would love nothing more than to crash on Damon's bed and sleep the rest of the day. But...duty calls.

I make my way back downstairs to make dinner. I've decided to make chicken piccata tonight. It's my favorite food, even though I've only had it a couple of times. I pull some chicken breasts out of the refrigerator, along with some lemons and butter and garlic. And I already have the stuff from the pantry ready to go: capers, spaghetti, salt, and some olive oil.

As I'm cooking the chicken, Stefan comes into the kitchen. He leans against a counter and smiles at me. He's pretty cute, but Damon is definitely the hotter of the two brothers.

"Wow. You can actually cook?" He chuckles. "Most of the girls Damon's had here couldn't tell a spoon from a fork. Who taught you how to cook?"

I shift uncomfortably. I really don't like talking about myself, especially with people I barely met. "Uh, I-I pretty much taught myself. And a family friend taught me a lot, too. But, um, yeah, mostly just myself and trial and error." And here it comes. I know he expected me to say that my mom taught me. But that's kind of hard when you don't have a mom.

"Wow. I take it your mom didn't cook then?" No. My mom was dead.

"No." And now I really wish he would just leave. He's distracting me, and I almost overcooked the chicken breast. There's nothing worse than dry chicken. No amount of sauce can fix it.

"Well, I'll get out of your hair. The food just smelled so good, I had to see who was producing such wonderful smells."

I stand there and smile, hoping that my silence will get the message across that his time to smell the food is officially over. And it works. He leaves, and I am left to finish making dinner in peace and quiet. I set the table, pour the drinks, and plate the food. And it's 5:50.

Everybody trickles down to the dining room and takes their places at the table. Ric thanks me for the food, as do Caroline and Jenna. But no one else, not even Stefan. I take my plate up to my room, and sit down to eat and study.

When I hear everyone come upstairs, I make my way back down to clean up. And, it's a mess. Someone spilled their wine and didn't bother to wipe any of it up. There's pasta everywhere. And I'm almost positive that the diners at this table were all under the age of twelve...or rather drunk. I'll go with the latter option, seeing as how the bottle of wine I used to pour their drinks is empty, as are three more bottles. It takes me an hour and a half to clean up their mess. And I'm completely wiped out.

I head to my room, and I can hear Damon and Katherine in his room. After all, it is right across the hall from my room. And, oh God, they aren't talking. Katherine is screaming in what I'm fairly certain is a fake orgasm. And then I hear Damon tell her to suck his cock. And I'm blushing, and, wow, I've never heard anyone talk like that, and it's...doing things to me. I'm feeling hot and wet and completely turned on. And, wait, I'm just standing here in the hallway, listening to a man that I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to hate having sex with his bitchy girlfriend. Snap back to reality, Elena. Come on.

I go in my room, close the door, and try to focus on studying calculus. But the noises that I can still hear coming from the room across the hall have me completely unfocused on angles and tangents, and more focused on wondering what it's like to have sex with Damon Salvatore. Funny thing is, I'm going to find out soon enough. And just yesterday, I was dreading that moment. But right now, this very moment, I'd let him take me in a heartbeat. Because, Katherine is certainly enjoying it. And, he is insanely hot. And obviously experienced.

And, damn it, I can't do this. I close my book, and decide to call it an early night. I get ready for bed, climb up into the the mound of plush pillows, putting one of them over my head, and try to focus on sleeping.

But I have a long night ahead of me. The space between my legs is aching like it's never ached before. And Damon and Katherine don't sound like they're going to be stopping their sexcapades anytime soon. For the first time ever, I reach down and touch myself through my panties. They are soaking wet. I feel strong sensations, like jolts of electricity, coursing through my body. And before I know it, my whole body is shaking and I am biting my lip so I don't scream, as my first orgasm wreaks beautiful, heavenly havoc on my body. I fall asleep to the sound of Damon groaning as he orgasms, and it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard.