Sorry for the wait my dears, but an update is finally here!

Damon

I was going to murder Matt. Where the hell did he go off saying any of that shit to Elena? Who did this prick think he was? The only thing that was keeping me calmly in my seat instead of taking my anger out on somebody else was the feel of Elena in my arms. I was still pissed at myself for letting that thing about never being good enough for her slip. She had been silent ever since her thank you, and I imagined her trying to think of ways to let me down easy. I wasn't really thinking clearly when I said it; I was just so distraught with the idea that she really believed the things Matt had said to her. How could she possibly believe I didn't consider her 'worthy' enough for me? I told her the truth when I said I was the one who wasn't deserving of her.

I was a dick to say the least. I was selfish, impulsive, and impatient. But Elena, Elena was just good. She was just a good person. She was selfless to the point of frustrating me sometimes when she wouldn't just do something for herself. Losing both her parents at a young age taught her to appreciate the people in her life more, and to be in her make shift family was to be cared for without limitations or conditions. And even though she was extremely loving, she was so strong too. She was not afraid to stand up for what she believed in, even when she was standing alone.

Elena Gilbert was incredible. That word has lost it's meaning, has become just another positive adjective used without really taking into consideration what it means to be incredible. She was the very definition of incredible though, she was impossible to believe; extraordinary. And me, I was ordinary on my best days.

The drive over to the beach house we had rented out for the summer was filled with easy small talk. Our conversation on the plane stayed on the plane, and she made no comment about what I said to her in my lapse of judgment. I was grateful that she didn't try to bring it up again, but there was also a part of me that was dying to know what was going through her mind. I tried my best to push all that stuff aside and focus on this summer I had with her, I had to make the best of this time.

When we pulled up to the driveway of the house, I heard Elena gasp, and honestly, I couldn't really blame her. This whole trip was put together kind of last minute, so I didn't get to research properties as much as I wanted, I only saw a few pictures and spoke to the owner once. Admittedly, I had been a little unsure about what I was going to drive up to and consequently spend my summer in, but man, was I not disappointed.

The house was comfortably situated at the edge of a small cliff. It looked huge, even from the outside; it's two stories rising high up into the salty air. It was a faint blue that I imagined had been much more bright and vibrant when it had first been painted, but over the years had been washed away by the elements. It didn't look run down and old though, it looked homey and comfortable, just like a beach house should be.

I cut the engine and looked over at Elena, watching look at the house for a moment. At least on the outside, it was nothing too fancy. It was big of course, but there wasn't anything about it so far that would call for it to get listed as one of the best beach houses ever. But still, just seeing it made me anxious for what this summer was to bring. Because just looking at it, I knew some big things were going to occur over the next weeks, and that both excited and scared me.

"Ready to start our grand adventure?" I asked Elena with a smile. She broke her stare with the house and looked over at me, returning the grin.

"I was born ready, Salvatore." I nodded my head once before slipping out of the car and walking around to the trunk to get our bags. I heard her door open and shut before she appeared beside me, and before she could protest and say she could carry her own bags thank you very much, I tossed her the keys and raised a brow at her, daring her to challenge me.

She rolled her eyes and started towards the front door of the house, me quickly following her with all our stuff. She opened the door with a flourish, practically running in due to her excitement. I chuckled as I pushed the last of the bags through the door and shut it behind me. She was nowhere to be seen, probably already off staking a claim on a bedroom. I briefly glanced around the huge living room that greeted me as soon as I walked through the door. My eyes immediately spotted the huge flat screen suspended on the far wall, just above the fireplace. The long couch looked extremely comfortable, and I made a mental note to flop down on it later once I located my girl.

I walked a room over, finding the kitchen and stopping dead in my tracks. It was beautiful. And I know that makes me sound like the biggest girl in the world, but I loved to cook, sue me. Everything was marble countertop and sleek black stainless steel appliances and holy crap that window. Along the wall where the sink was, there was a long, wide glass window that looked out onto the beach below. The view was awesome of course, but instead of taking it in, I found myself slipping back into my daydream of taking her against the counter top in the kitchen. Most everything was the same, but this time, I found myself slamming into her with both of us facing the glass window. Playing with her breasts and making her moan, but this time there was the added thrill of getting spotted by someone down on the beach below. I lost myself in the daydream once again before I felt rather than heard Elena approach me.

"Amazing right?" She beamed at me, shaking her head. "C'mon, let's go outside and witness the unobstructed view." She jerked her thumb in the direction of the back door only a few feet away, and I followed her out onto the back patio. She walked right up to the edge of the wooden ledge, a pale blue to match the rest of the house. We stood in silence, just looking out onto the ocean, watching as the sun slowly set over the water. The moment felt so raw and intimate, I had to keep reminding myself that we were here, at this house, as friends and nothing more. The whole thing was just so romantic, it took every ounce of self-control I had to keep myself from kissing her senseless in the glow of the sunset.

"God, I love the beach." She said quietly and breathlessly like it was some big confession. "It's such an beautiful place, I mean, just watching the waves hit the shore without any sign of stopping." She closed her eyes blissfully, just listening to the soft but powerful sound of the ocean lapping at the shore. "The gentle waves of the ocean reach up to embrace the delicate lines of the shore, only to get rejected time and time again. But still, the ocean loses faith not, dreaming of the day the shore embraces him back. A hope, a love, so foolish it never ceases to believe in the fulfillment of its deepest wish, because…" She trails of gently, her eyes still closed.

"Because unrequited love can survive in a way that shared love cannot." I finish for her. Her eyes spring open, her mouth wide open in surprise, a silent question flashing in the way she looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders at her nonchalantly. "You left it on the counter downstairs one day and I may have picked it up." She blushes, and God help me, I find it damn endearing how modest she is about her writing. "I loved it Elena, so much so that I read it a hundred times so I could memorize it." I laughed, a little embarrassed myself to admit the truth.

She hid her face away from me, but it didn't prevent me from the seeing the slow blush creep up her neck and to her cheeks. She looked up at me after composing herself and gave me the most genuine thank you I had ever heard. After a moment of comfortable silence, I worked up the guts to ask her what I'd been wondering ever since I found that poem months ago.

"Do you really believe that?" I asked her. She looked at me a bit confused, so I clarified. "Do you really believe that about unrequited love? That it's more lasting than a mutual love?" She furrowed her brows and looked out at the ocean without saying a word. A couple minutes passed and I thought she wasn't going to answer but then she did.

"You can spend your whole life pining after someone, never knowing whether they feel the same way. But once you know, it's suddenly and drastically different. If they don't return the feelings, obviously after that you try your best to move on, because really what's the point if they're never going to love you back? And even if they do love you back, the mutual love, the one we're talking about, what if it's not what you thought it would be? What if after all those years imaging what it would be like with that one person, once you're finally with them, the reality just doesn't match up? What then?" She finished. Her words made a certain level of sense, I could admit. But the idea that she actually believed that made me unbearably sad.

"None of that would matter. None of that would apply if you were truly in love with that person. Even if you found out they didn't return the feelings, that wouldn't stop you from loving them. Sure, it would be frustrating and heartbreaking to know that they didn't feel the same way, but that doesn't make the switch magically flip to 'over it', no matter how much you may want it to. And if they do return those feelings for you, if they truly love you back, it will be better than anything you could have ever dreamed of because love is more powerful than the pull of reality and logic. It's love for God's sake."

I blew out a breath, all riled up from my big speech. She had to get it though, she had to realize that love was simultaneously the best and worse thing ever, and that it was worth it. All these years of loving her were worth it because she was worth it. I looked over at her just in time to see her wiping away a few tears from her eyes. Dammit, I had disagreed with her too harshly, I was afraid of that. I didn't mean to get all passionate about it, but I just couldn't help myself. "Shit, Elena, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" I started, but I stopped when she smiled at me.

"Don't apologize Damon. You're right." She huffed out a sigh. "I shed a few tears because that was damn beautiful. You mind if I steal that one day when I write my best-seller?" She joked, and I laughed heartily, relieved I hadn't offended her.

"Only if you dedicate the book to me and talk about your sexy best friend every time you're interviewed or giving an acceptance speech." I told her, straight-faced. This time, she laughed, and God, did I love that sound.

"That's a given!" She chuckles.

"Truth or Dare?" I asked her after my third shot of vodka. After she threatened me with all the embarrassing stories she would tell when she was on her book tour, we went back inside the house to see if the past renters had left anything behind. When I found a half empty bottle of absolut in the back of one of the kitchen cupboards, we decided to commemorate our first night in the house with the silly drinking game.

She paused for a moment, in deep thought about the pros and cons of picking truth vs. dare. "Truth!" She exclaimed excitedly after a moment. "Only because I don't trust you not to dare me to take all my clothes off!" She giggled, and I felt myself harden slightly in my jeans at the thought. I pondered what to ask her for a second before I smirked and she looked scared at the sight, knowing it was going to be a good one.

"Sweet sweet Elena," I began. "What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done sex-wise?" I said with a smirk. I didn't really expect her to answer, I just loved to get her all riled up. It worked; she blushed profusely, avoiding my eyes like the plague.

"I had a boyfriend once…" She started, and my eyes widened, willing her to finish that damn sentence. "He really wanted to do a cascading 69, but I was a little unsure about it." The tent in my pants grew at her words. I was instantly filled to the brim with jealously over whomever that lucky bastard was that got to do that with her. I bet she tasted delicious, and just the brief image of her hanging upside down and sucking on my cock was enough to have my erection pushing against the zipper of my pants. "I ended up agreeing to it after some persuasion, and we had only been going at it for a couple minutes when he dropped me straight on my head." The ending of the story surprised me to say the least, and I couldn't contain my hysterical laughter. Instead of getting mad at me for laughing at her, she joined right in, cracking up so hard she struggled to get the last words out. "Needless to say, I have never tried it since." She gasped.

After our laughter died down, I looked over at her and shook my head. "Who was it?" I questioned, I had to know which idiot had screwed up this badly.

She grimaced and let out an adorable little snort before replying. "Kol." At that, I fell back into my manacle laughter because damn if that did not make perfect sense.

"Figures! That guy couldn't lift a sack of flour for longer than a minute!" I rolled my eyes, I had never got what she saw in that guy, he was a stick.

"Hey! In his defense, it can't be easy to hold up a full sized person for an extended period of time!" I scoffed at her, was she serious right now?

"Lay down with your head slightly hanging over the couch." I told her, getting up off the seat next to her and waiting for her to do as I said. She looked at me like I was out of my mind, but I wasn't having any of that. "Oh, c'mon, I'm not going to drop you, promise."

Elena

I was still a little hesitant, I did not fancy getting dropped on my head. As hard as I was laughing earlier recalling the memory, it was not very funny when it happened, and I did no intend on reliving that pain. I trusted Damon though, and I knew he was a heck of a lot stronger than Kol, so I slid my body around until my head was hanging off the edge like he requested and I waited.

I suppressed a sigh as he lifted me up, instead it came out like an exaggerated exhale. I was suspended in the air for what felt like forever before he finally said something. "See, Elena. Cascading 69's are great when you're doing it with someone who knows what they're doing." His words sent a tingle down my spine and I held in a moan at the thought of a cascading 69 with Damon. I was so not supposed to be having these sexual thoughts about my best friend, but I just couldn't help myself. What was I supposed to do? I could feel his hot breath hit my burning core relentlessly, and it didn't help that I was looking straight at what appeared to be a very uncomfortable erection.

So this turned him on too?

Before I could cross the friendship line in my head anymore, I felt him move back to the couch and lay me back down gently. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to clear my mind before doing or saying anything. I needed a moment to compose myself. When I opened my eyes, Damon was looking down at me curiously, but I avoided his gaze immediately, deciding I needed to remove myself from this situation as soon as possible, before either of us did something we both would regret.

Would I regret it though?

In my head, I told myself to shut the hell up and get out of there. I started to fake a yawn, a little shocked to see it actually turn into a real one halfway through. I guess I was more jet lagged than I thought. "Today was a long day, I better get some sleep. Big day tomorrow!" I tried to sound enthusiastic, but it sounded fake even to my ears. Damon just nodded at me, still not saying a word. I flashed him a quick smile before practically running up the stairs and to the room I had already mentally claimed earlier.

I flopped down on the bed with a sigh, realizing all my clothes, including my pajamas, were downstairs still with the rest of my things. Screw that, I wasn't going back down there; I would get my stuff tomorrow. I quickly stripped all my clothes, save my lacy purple boy shorts. I didn't bother to crawl under the covers, it was too hot out for that anyway, so I shut my eyes and tried to go to sleep.

However, after a few minutes, I knew it was futile. I was far too worked up to go to sleep now. My whole body was humming from Damon and my encounter downstairs, I was too wired to sleep. I needed a release.

With a sigh of defeat, I slowly ran my hands down my chest, stopping to caress my breasts. I pinched each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, letting out a satisfied hiss. I tried rellentlessly to think about someone other than Damon while I was doing it. The barista at the coffee shop down the street from our apartment that always shamelessly flirted with me? Nope. Chris Evans, which had to work, right? I couldn't keep him in my mind for longer than a few seconds. Dammit. I stopped trying to think of someone specific and found myself imagining an all too familiar set of ice blue eyes and raven black hair. The image of his cocky little smirk between my thighs had me arching my back off the bed.

My hands trailed down my abdomen and were met with the top of my underwear. Wasting absolutely no time, I dove my right hand in and was met with nothing but hot wetness and I let out a loud moan at the first touch of my fingers past my lips. I slipped my index finger into my tight hole and pumped in and out a few times before adding my ring finger. I let out little gasps every time my fingers curled and hit that delicious spot deep inside of me. It still wasn't enough though. I added one more finger and positioned my thumb to press down against my little bundle of nerves in tight circles. I moaned Damon's name loudly at the sensation, masking the sound of slow footsteps climbing up the stairs. I was just at the precipice of my orgasm, when my bedroom door opened without warning and I was met with the shocked and deeply aroused stare of my best friend.

So I know I suck for such a long wait, but summer school was immensely draining, and I did not have it in me to write after coming home exhausted each day. But that hell is over, so updates *hopefully* will be more frequent now! Anyways, cliffhanger, right?! I love you all so much and I appreciate the time you take to read this story and possibly others I might have, and even more so if you take that extra time to review! MUAH.