A/N: Hello everyone :D So I may have fibbed a little when I said I was only going to keep Elena's perspective. I like switching it up from time to time between Elena and Damon. If you guys get confused or are only interested in what Elena is thinking then let me know and I shall keep it with just her perspective. Otherwise I shall throw in some Damon perspective from time to time. Thanks again for all your responses! You can yell at me if I'm thanking you guys too much, but it really does mean a lot to me.

Alright on to the next chapter! AWAY!

Damon's Point of View

It's so easy to put these images into her head from here. I don't even have to be in her room or in her house. It's not like I can get in anyways. At some point I'm going to have to get her to invite me in, so this would be easier. Instead I enjoy the night air on her front porch and pour lovely images into her mind so she has lovely dreams. I cross my arms over my chest and grin. Oh if only Stefan knew what I was doing. I'm sure he had an idea of what I was doing when I left every night. I was having too much fun with Elena, it really wasn't her fault that she got caught up in all this mess, she should have known better than to walk into a house of vampires. One who seeks pleasure in putting another through such misery and torture. I wasn't going to give Elena what she wanted so soon, and I knew exactly what she wanted. I could see it very clearly just by how her body reacted when I was near. Her heart rate increases and I can clearly see her chest rise and fall a little more quickly from heavy breathing. Elena can hide nothing from me.

I keep sending her waves of images and scenarios, tonight is a fun one.

Elena's Point of View

I rise quickly from my sheets, these images won't leave me, they seem to be getting worse. I run my fingers through my hair and head to bathroom to splash my face with some cool water hoping to calm my flaming body. They are getting worse.

"Get on your knees," He orders standing before me. He's only wearing jeans, his eyes are dark filled with lust for me. I do what I'm told and get on my knees before him and tug at his jeans. My fingers skim over his waist band. My fingers work quickly with the button and zipper fumbling slightly from the excitement that is rushing through my veins down to my very core. He springs free and I can't stop myself from wrapping my hand around him grasping him firmly. He physically shudders, jutting his hips forward.

"yes," He hisses running his fingers through my hair. Instinctively I wrap my lips around him, taking him inch by inch into my mouth. He groans deep in his throat egging me on, everything bellow the waistline clenches.

Damon's lips part as his tongue dances across his bottom lip. The action is erotic. I bob my head back and forth.

"Ahh, Elena stop," In a quick fluid motion he has a hold of my shoulders and is pushing me up against the wall. Our bodies pressed against one another. I want him so badly, I need him. Slowly his desire is washed away and he's smirking at me. "Tell me what you want Elena," He cups my face in one hand while the other plays with my sex, making me squirm against him. He's toying with me. I grind my hips against his hoping for some kind of friction, something so this ache will go away. Forcefully he has his hands on mine keeping them above my head. He leans in, his nose brushing against my ear.

"I said tell me what you want," He breathes softly, his words send another pleasurable ache down through my stomach.

"Damon please," I groan. I'm tired of these games, I just want to find my release. His eyes are dark once more, he looks a little more dangerous.

"Answer me," I feel compelled to answer him.

"I want you inside me," I answer bluntly and blink confused. I blush registering what I have just said to him. I've never really talked dirty, that's probably the most I have ever done and it was so blatant.

He laughs and skims a finger down in between my breasts and circles it around my hip. His touch leaves my skin tingling and begging for more.

"Hum, I know Elena," He uses his other hand and tips my chin slightly. "I'll have my way with you soon, but right now I need you to wake up,"

And just like that the dream is over. They are so realistic and visual, it's like it's actually happening. My body sure is enjoying these naughty dreams every night, but I don't know how much longer I keep up with this tension, it's distracting. I wrap a robe around me and creep downstairs to sit out on my porch. Some fresh air will do me some good.

The night air is cool and refreshing, the stars are shining bright and the crickets are singing. It's a beautiful summer night. I hug the robe closer to my body. I keep questioning myself, wondering if getting mixed up with Damon is smart, if I should just break it off and quit my job, but would that really stop him from perusing me? It's not like he knows where I live or anything, but I do think that Stefan may have given him my number for emergency purposes.

I run my hand over my eye and down the side of my face. The cool air has calmed me down and my body is tired exhausted from lack of sleep. I'm going to continue doing my job and try to ignore Damon and go about my business. If I act like I'm not interested then maybe he will back off. But then I think to myself once more, do I really want him to stop this? My body begs to differ.

"Elena?" His voice makes me jerk my head up from my thoughts. I turn and Damon is standing there on the sidewalk. I think my mouth as fallen open with surprise. How does he know where I live? What's he doing here at this hour, why does he look so sexy? Too many questions are running through my head right now. "Hi, I was just going out for a walk," He says so calmly like he had no idea that this was my house. I still don't have words to say. There is something different about him. He seems more calm, more relaxed and at ease. I physically relax, but pull my rob closed even tighter. I don't know if it's to protect myself or I'm just a little chilled.

He walks up to the porch slowly, as if I'm a wild animal that he doesn't want to scare off.

"Can I sit?" He refers to seat next to me on the bench. What is the deal with him? I tense slightly when he takes his seat. I'm not used to this at all. Could there possibly be another side to Damon?

"I always go out for evening walks around town, what are you doing out of bed?" He probes me with a question, one that he wants me to answer.

"I was just taking in the fresh air, I couldn't sleep," I blush and look down at my hands, I think back to the dream. He's sitting right next to me. I feel my blood boil, that cool refreshing feeling that I had not so long ago when I first came outside has vanished and is replaced with anxiety and a big bundle of nerves mixed with a big dose of lust. I shift uncomfortably trying to put more space between the two of us.

"Is there something bothering you Elena?" He turns and looks at me, his eyes genuine and caring. I stare at him with confusion. Again I'm at a loss for words, I've never seen him like this. Those big blue eyes stare deep into mine waiting for me to answer him. My heart is racing and I'm confused this isn't a good combination. Quickly I stand so there is more distance, but it doesn't help because he stands right along with me. That sweet look is still in his eyes. This has to be some kind of dream, I must be dreaming. He can obviously tell that there is something bothering me.

"I don't know what to think," I run my fingers through my hair avoiding eye contact that he so desperately wants from me.

He steps in front of me and puts his hands on my shoulders. Everything pauses for a moment as he lifts my chin to look up at him.

"Yes you do Elena, now tell me what's bothering you," There is a hint of darkness in what he says, but there is still the tinge of caring. I furrow my brow.

"I don't understand," I'm only getting out little tid bits of information basically making a fool out of myself in front of this beautiful man. His eyes continue to ask me what's wrong. I notice his hands are still firmly gripping my shoulders. I enjoy the touch, even though it's not the kind that I'm looking for.

"You're being so friendly and nice to me," I blurt out blatantly like it's a complete shock to me. It seems like it's a complete shock to him. He laughs slightly and removes his hands.

"Elena, I'm always nice to you, maybe you don't think so, but that is always my intention," I'm so dumbstruck. I'm used to the flirts and him teasing me and those eyes being so dark.

"I should probably go back to bed," I back away again not sure what else to say.

"Elena, do you think something differently of me?" I'm already turning towards the door wanting to end this, go back to sleep and forget he ever walked onto my front porch. I open my mouth to say something, but yet again I can't think of the right things to say. "You aren't frightened by me are you?" His eyes are growing darker and that tension starts to build and make itself known very abruptly. Damon quickly steps forward, my back is hitting the door and his body is so achingly close to mine.

"I'll ask again, do I frighten you Elena?" He raises his hand to brush my hair behind my ear. His fingertips graze the back of my ear. I shudder at the touch, he grins. He knows exactly what he does to me.

"I would say you intimidate me more than you do frighten me," This is a slight lie, but not far from the truth. I want him to kiss me now, I want his hot mouth upon mine. I look up into his eyes begging, hoping that's something he can also see. His fingers skim across my cheek and he pulls that same smile that he did in the dream, he's teasing me once more.

"That's not my intention Elena," He leans in for a whisper, my whole body practically convulses. "I have other plans for you," I go to put my hands on his shoulders, but he stops me and pushes them against the door. I look from his eyes to his lips quickly wishing he would take the hint.

"In time," He leans in and I think he's going to do it, but instead he presses his lips to my forehead. " Go back to bed Elena, I'll see you in the morning," He backs off slowly letting his hands linger on mine.

And once again Damon has left the burning tension all through my body. It's even more intense in person than it is in my dreams. I want to jump up and down and hit something I'm so frustrated. Sleep won't come easy for me again tonight.

The next day I'm in the kitchen cleaning at the Salvatore household. I want to confess how I'm feeling to Damon so I can sate these desires, but I don't think I have the nerve to say it to his face, there is that whole intimidation thing he's got going on with me.

"Good morning," Stefan walks into the room looking a little more chipper than I would have thought. The last few days he was acting strange and there wasn't a whole lot of color in his cheeks, today he looks a lot better.

"Morning Stefan, you're looking good," I admit smiling as he comes to stand next to me while I clean the very few dishes that they have, it's just a couple of glasses that I can assume are Damon's because all he walks around with around here are glasses filled with bourbon.

"Thank you, I was feeling a little under the weather these past few days but I think whatever I had is finally gone," He admits leaning against the counter top.

"Yes Stefan you do look better, you have much more color in your face," Damon strides into the room getting a quick look at Stefan before he looks me up and down like usual. I hide my blush by continuing to do the dishes. He's such a distraction. "It's like you just got better over night, did you take some kind of medicine or maybe drink some sort of protein shake?"

Stefan glares at his brother, it's like Damon is poking fun at him.

"Whatever it was, I'm better now, Elena I was wondering if maybe you would like to stay in later tonight and maybe watch a movie," I stop what I'm doing. Stefan is asking me on a date, for some strange reason I look towards Damon first, maybe just to see his reaction. He looks away and takes a sip of his drink. He has nothing to say, but from the look on his face and the way he is gripping his glass he isn't happy about what Stefan has just done. I'm not exactly sure what to say here. I'm their employee, wouldn't that be wrong of me to go on a date with my boss? I'm not sure how these things work. But then I think about how things have been going with Damon and it really isn't good either. I'm stuck in a weird situation. I like Stefan, he's a really nice guy and I wouldn't mind spending an evening with him. It wouldn't hurt would it?

"Sure, that sounds like a good time," I smile and nod at Stefan putting away the last glass. I glance behind me to see that Damon isn't in the room anymore. I can't help but feel that I've offended him some how.

"Great, well then you can come back around 7:30 tonight and you can leave from work around 4:00 if that's alright with you," I nod politely.

"That would be great, thank you Stefan," I step out of the room and head upstairs to do my routine making of the beds. It feels like the Salvatore brothers have started leaving messes for me to clean up around the house just to give me something to do. I cautiously head into Damon's room first because his room is the closest.

I look around briefly trying to see if I can find him. When the coast is clear I go to the bed.

"What do you think you're doing?" Quickly I'm pushed against the bed. Bad idea coming in here first. He smells like alcohol and Damon, a heady concoction. His hips thrust against mine forcefully and enjoy the small amount of pleasure that it brings. He cups my face in one hand while the other is working on my jeans. I'm a puddle of goo in his hands, I don't want to move and I don't want him to stop.

"I, I don't know what you mean Damon," He works efficiently on my button and zipper, still I don't stop him.

"Don't lie to me Gilbert, you know exactly what I mean," His fingers work their way past my panties to my heated sex. He glides past my pleasure point inserting two fingers swiftly. I gasp and grip his strong muscular arms. He works so quickly I don't think I'm going to last long, my body has been built up to this moment for so long. My breathing is rapid and my hips writhe against the movement of his fingers. Just as I'm so lost in the moment he stops, it's so abrupt.

"Damon," I groan his name and I can't help but slide my hands down his torso to the bulge in his jeans. He wants me as bad as I want him.

"No!" He growls stopping me like he always does. I'm so close. "You aren't ready for this, but you will be tonight," His smirk is dark, almost evil. It doesn't scare me away like it usually would, it only makes that burning desire grow stronger.

"I want you," I bite my bottom lip knowing how desperate and petty I sound. He removes his hand from my pants and pulls my face closer to his, so close that I could kiss him now.

"You're almost ready Elena, come tonight, not for Stefan," His eyes are burning with the same desire that my whole body is burning with. I have nothing to say, but I nod slowly. My breathing hasn't decreased. He steps away from me and walks out of the room without another word. I don't know how much more of this I can handle. I check my phone seeing that it's only noon, there is so much time I have to think and wait to see what's going to happen this evening. I'm supposed to go for Stefan, but I now I don't think I want to see him as much as I want to see Damon.

A/N: Hehe! I'm really excited for the next chapter! :D Hope you all have had a lovely holiday and a happy new year! Tell me what you think. Love you all!