Oh my goodness, sorry for the long wait! Hope it's worth it! :)

Making sure all our stuff was gathered was easy enough considering we didn't bring anything in with us. After doing a quick check around the room just to make sure, I plopped back down on my bed and closed my eyes. Obviously, the only thing I could think about at the moment was that stupid dream. What are you doing? I thought to myself. Nothing had really happened in the dream anyway. I mean, if you didn't count the act that I dreamed about showering with my super hot naked best friend.

If anyone asked me, I would truthfully tell them that yes, I did find Damon attractive. But one of the only things I have ever kept from Damon was that occasionally, I entertained the thought of being more than friends. And while we were being honest, those daydreams and lingering looks were only increasing as the day of his graduation approached. I couldn't tell Damon that though, or anyone for that matter.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Spice Girls' "Wannabe". The signature ring made me sure it was Caroline and I thought twice about answering it. I loved the girl, I truly did, but if I talked to her right now, she would know something was up. But if I ignored her call, she would know something was wrong too. I groaned as I pressed ignore and decided to save that problem for later.

"I was halfway downstairs when I realized that going down there would mean blowing our sex facade for the judgy old lady." I just laughed at him and shook my head.

"Give me your shirt." I told him, holding out my hand. At the look on his face I quickly added, "And skip the innuendo." The mischievious smile remained plastered on his face as he purposefully removed his shirt slowly and threw it at my face.

I threw him a half-serious dirty look before slipping his discarded shirt over my head. The plain black v-neck dropped about halfway down my thigh, just covering my underwear. I flipped my hair over my head and ran my fingers through it, making it as messy as possible.

When I flipped my hair back over, my eyes met Damon's. The expression on his face made my heart hurt. More and more, I had been receiving these looks from him. It was actually one of the things that had started my wandering thoughts about him. The looks never lasted long enough for me to really define what they meant. But, but there was just something in his eyes that made me scared and excited all at the same time.

Before I could ask him about it, he turned his head away, and I figured it was for the best. I was probably just imagining the whole thing.

"What about me?" He asked. "Do I look sexed enough?" I rested my index finger on my chin and observed him like I was looking at a fine painting. I walked over to him and stood on my tiptoes for no apparant reason at all. I was plenty tall enough to run my fingers through his hair at regular height, but I just felt it was the thing to do.

When I finished messing his hair, I lowered myself down to regular height. I was still so close to him, our lips were nearly touching. My eyes lingered at his lips longer than they should have. When I finally broke my gaze at them, I lifted heavy-lidded eyes to his, and found him staring back at me.

It all happened so fast. One second we were just contemplating the idea of our lips touching and the next, they were. It was a bruising kiss, full of lust and passion, the kind that completely fills your mind. There were no other thoughts in my head outside of him.

Soon enough I found myself pinned against the wall with my hands held above my head. I whimpered as Damon removed his lips from mine, missing the warmth. My whimper was quickly followed by a moan as Damon placed smalls kisses from my collar bone to my jaw and back again. My core was on fire and I was desperate for some relief, anything at all. He seemed to sense my need because he quickly placed one leg inbetween both of mine.

I rubbed myself against him like a cat in heat. I let out one big moan as I moved up and down faster and faster. All I heard was a growl before I was thrown on the bed. Damon quickly followed me and started the kissing up again. When I started rubbing against him again, he flipped us over so I was on top.

I changed positions so I was straddling him and he placed his hands on my hips. Soon we were lost in a flurry of moans and grunts and lace on denim. I threw my head back and squeezed my eyes shut as Damon's clothed cock rubbed right against my clit. I don't know how I knew, but something told me Damon was close to cumming. Just as well, because I was teetering closer to the edge by the second.

Right when I could feel the coil in my stomach start to burst, there was a loud banging at the door that stopped us both.

"Check out time was ten minutes ago!" I immendiantly placed the voice with that of the old lady at the front desk.

I locked eyes with Damon for a couple moments before I heard him yell I reply to the lady, saying we would be down in just a minute. We both heard the lady grumble and the sound of her retreating footsteps.

We must have stayed that way for a while before either one of us said anything. When the silence was finally broken, it was me. "Damon," I whispered. "what just happened?"

So this is my first attempt at writing anything like this. Have I mentioned that? Yeah. Please review and tell me what y'all think! If anyone has any ideas about something smutty Damon and Elena can do, please let me know!