a/n: I want to thank everyone that gave me their feedback on the last chapter. A few of you- and you know who are- pointed out that a few of the characters are not quite…themselves. Well, a new season means new things…and we don't know how Elena's turning will affect anyone for sure. Yes, in my S4 Stefan is drinking human blood and he's playing a bit of both sides of the fence. I like him bad, it's sadly the only way I can tolerate him. I do believe there is more to him in terms of why he acts the way he acts but this is not a Elena/Stefan story…and you are not here for that so I shant dwell on that. So, there we have it. Sadly. Katherine is an entire different story. I LOVE her character. Evidently, I've thrown her into this fic when she really didn't NEED to be there. Her choices, actions and dialogue may seem a bit off, but I promise that once I set the tone of the love triangle dynamic I will be getting into her and Elena's relationship a little more.

For now, enjoy date #2- the one we've been waiting for. I do hope that I do it justice. I've literally been biting my nails off over this chapter for weeks now.

SHADES OF BLUE

Hold on, I'll be here when it's all done, you know…cause what's the point in chasing;

if I can't enjoy your face and we can't be wrong tonight…can we be wrong tonight?

Elena fidgeted with the hem of her red sundress as she sat on the first step of the porch. Katherine had talked her into the blood colored garment, but it was thoughts of seeing the look on Damon's face when he first saw her that had her stepping into it and black sandals. With a sigh she pressed her hand flat to her stomach, wishing her aching nerves would settle. She'd spent time with Damon before, a lot of time. They'd shared meals, got sweaty training, gone on a few road trips. Really, being alone with him was nothing new. However her hands shook as if she were on a blind date, and when the familiar roar of his Camaro reached her ears she seriously considered running back into the house and locking herself in her room. She couldn't do this, she just couldn't.

Her inner voices of good and evil battled too long and by the time she'd almost made a choice, he'd pulled up in front of the sidewalk and was setting the car in park. She caught a glimpse of his face as he shut off the ignition and got out, but it wasn't until he was standing, closing the door that he got a good enough look at her to gain the reaction Elena had been praying for. The smug smile he'd placed on his lips faded away into pleased shock, his eyes turned a light sparkling blue much like the sky above them. Slowly he came around the car, up onto the walk.

They were frozen for a moment, him standing- her sitting. They just looked at each other, absorbed the sight and the peace. They'd looked at each other; stolen glances, quick meaningful glares, taunting looks of longing…but in all the stress and craziness they'd gone through the time to simply, calmly look at each other had been rare and fleeting. There were no interrupting brothers now, no big bad vampires to come around the corner and steal their moment. It was just them. Just Damon and Elena. Slowly, he moved forward taking in every inch of her bare legs, of whatever skin peeked out. Her neck was long and smooth, her hair straight and framed her face beautifully. Her smile was nervous but big, and she seemed quite in awe of him herself.

It wasn't until he was right in front of her, holding out his hand that she stood. "Hi." She practically mumbled, her nerves now a jumbling mess of butterflies attempting to crawl their way up her chest. "You're early."

"I thought I might be late when I saw you sitting out here." His tone was low, soft. She wanted to melt into it, into his arms, into the look he was still looking at her with.

"I couldn't stand one more minute in that house of horrors." She gave a little giggle and glanced back over her shoulder to find Caroline swiftly drawing the curtains to hide her face and the fact she'd been watching the entire time.

"I still find it odd that three women I have strong connections to are all living under one roof. I don't know whether to weep or rejoice."

"It is a bit like a strange fantasy isn't it?" she smiled, letting him lead her down the stairs and toward the car.

"Or a terribly erotic nightmare." He leaned close to her ear, whispering. When he pulled back, his smirk was back on his lips and he was back to the normal teasing Damon.

The serious 'first look' moment was over and they'd quickly fallen back into being them. He opened the door for her, helped her in and then promptly shut it. It surprised her that he walked around the back of the car at a human pace instead of rushing around the front like a vampire, but she took the time to settle herself and arrange her skirt over her knees. Quickly, she glanced at her reflection in the side mirror and let out a breath. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, as she hadn't asked Damon the details of the date. And he hadn't exactly offered. She wondered if he would go the strong romantic route, attempt to beat Stefan at his own game…but so far she saw no flowers and no chocolates. A sure sign that he was going to be doing this his way; whatever that way was.

When Damon was folded behind the wheel and the engine was started she'd managed to place a reassuring smile on her face. The blood bag she'd drunk down hastily this morning was not sitting in her system as well as she hoped and she wished briefly that she'd had some of the breakfast Caroline had offered her. Slowly, the human appetite she remembered was coming back to her and the craving for blood was easing off…but not quickly enough for her. Damon pulled away from the curb, slowly letting the volume on the radio increase. "Aren't you going to ask where we are going?" he spoke first, breaking the silence.

It hadn't been an uncomfortable quite they'd shared, but he wanted to hear her voice for the simple fact to remind him that this wasn't all some dream. "I trust you." She smiled, looking over at him.

Damon repressed the grin that threatened to split his face at her words and turned his eyes back to the road. "So, if I just keep driving you wouldn't say anything?"

She thought back to Georgia, to their night in the hotel when they'd gone to see Jeremy. Really, a road trip was static for them. If a little unexpected."

"I survived the first trip with only one set of clothes."

He laughed, taking in the sight of her in the dress once more. "You do look beautiful."

She felt the warmth spread through her chest at the compliment. She knew Damon thought she was pretty, but he'd rarely ever said the words. Mostly because it had been against the rules; her being his brothers girl and all. Right now she wasn't anyone's girl. She was her own girl and she basked in the moment of his words. "Thank you."

"Aren't you going to say anything about how I look?" he teased, letting his hand slide down from the steering wheel to slide over the head of the gear shift. Their hands were inches apart.

She bit her lip, remembering the way his dark blue jeans had hung from his hips when he'd stood before her on the porch. She loved the way he looked in a leather jacket but it was much too warm for that today. Instead he was wearing a navy blue tshirt, the fabric tight across his chest as he shifted the car away from the red light they'd stopped at. "I'm not going to tell you you're beautiful." She teased, slowly inching her fingers closer to the edge of her seat, towards his.

If Damon saw the movement he didn't comment on it. He barely even reacted to it. He did however let his wrist relax so his hand dropped down a few inches closer to hers. Their pinkies brushed slightly as the car went over a bump in the road. "I shall keep my offense to myself then."

She smiled at him, watching the way the sunlight played over his face, turned his eyes a sparkling cerulean. "I think you look the same as you always do. Devastating."

Even in all of Damon's years, no one had ever called him that. "Care to elaborate Miss Gilbert?"

She felt foolish, her eyes focused completely on his hand. She watched her own move forward and up, lock their fingers together as if her arm had a mind of its. Damon said nothing, just settled their wrists on the top of the gear shift more comfortably. His thumb occasionally swiping over her knuckles in a soothing pattern. "Perhaps one day I will tell you."

He smirked and turned away from the town limits. She noticed he detoured from the route that would take them over Wickery Bridge. Her knowledge of the town was vast as she'd lived here her entire life, meaning that she knew he was taking her to the Falls, and that the fastest way was over the bridge. Yet he took the longer way around, obviously not for the sole benefit of extending their time in the car. She rejected the urge to squirm in her seat even as the touch of him made her skin heat. She'd done a lot of things with Damon Salvatore; but she'd never held his hand. And yet, it felt like one of the most comfortable, familiar things in the world. Except for when he would squeeze slightly or move them to a more comfortable position.

A shot of energy moved from her fingers, up her arm and down into her stomach, a sign that the promise she made to herself about keeping her dates with the brothers PG was going to be hard to keep today. Especially since Damon had carved such a large amount of time from her day. She glanced at the clock on the radio. 4:32pm. How long did he intend to keep her with him? Her date with Stefan had not started until later in the evening and he'd had her home well before midnight. The look on Damon's face however, told her that there was a real chance she would not be getting home before sunrise; if he had his way. As if reading her mind, he glanced over. "How long can I keep you?"

"How late you mean?"

"Yes…do you have any plans with the girls later tonight?" He used the term loosely and she grimaced slightly.

"Not that I know of. I'm sure Katherine would have told me."

He hesitated for a few minutes and then sighed. "Are you ever going to tell me why you asked her to come help you with your transition?"

Elena looked down at her lap, unable to meet his eyes. She knew that there had been an unspoken agreement between them that if she ever turned it would be Damon that would get her through it. When she'd first been afraid that she might become a vampire, Stefan had held her and calmed her. But then she and Damon had grown closer and the ever impending doom of her turning loomed before them. They hadn't said the words, but they hadn't needed to. Until she'd gone and called Katherine that is. "It's a long story." She whispered.

He squeezed her hand, getting her to look at him. She was surprised to see a smile on his face. "Hey, what do you say we just spend today together. No questions, no drama. Let's just be."

She nodded, relief sinking her shoulders back against the seat. The heat from the setting sun was beating through the windows and falling across her skin. She didn't sparkle like the Twilight vampires, but when Damon glanced over at her, he was pretty sure she looked like she was glowing. They'd only been together a short time, and she was already looking better, feeling better. "Is tonight going to be a surprise?"

"Sort of." He tightened his grip on the steering wheel before forcing himself to relax. If she could do it, so could he. "Do you remember the night I almost died?"

Her eyes opened, memories playing back and forth through her mind. "Of course."

"Where did you find me?"

Slowly she lifted her head as he pulled off the road and onto the grass. They'd reached the falls. "In the town square. I had been looking for you, it felt like hours."

"Do you remember what everyone was doing there?"

"Watching Gone with the Wind."

He nodded, pulling the car to a stop in front of two tall trees. Tied to a branch from each one was a large white sheet. A projector was set up on a table, the movie playing already before them. Elena's eyes widened in amazement. He'd made her a private drive in movie theater. "I came to you that morning, asked for your forgiveness for things I really didn't deserve to be forgiven for. I was prepared to die, accepting it almost…but you saved me."

"Katherine saved you, Stefan saved you." Elena whispered quietly, looking up at him.

"You brought me home. You made sure I was safe, that I wasn't alone."

"For a first date, you're basing it off really morbid memories."

Damon smirked, and shook his head. "That night is hardly morbid…or have you forgotten the most important thing about it?"

She shrugged, looking back down at her hands. Carefully, he reached out a finger and lifted her chin up. "That was our first kiss."

She slowly let the smile creep across her lips, nodding as she remembered. "Of course."

He held her there, in place, in his gaze and she waited; expectantly. Her lips were slightly parted as she attempted to breathe, her head tilted back…but he never leaned in. Never closed the distance between them. Instead, he reached into the back seat and tugged a blanket forward. She watched him get out of the car; her heart sinking slightly in her chest. He hadn't kissed her; why hadn't he kissed her? She watched him walk around the front of the car, open the door and hold his hand out for her. "Would you like to join me?"

She nodded and let him pull her out, flushing when the heels of her sandals sunk into the soft ground. "I can't believe I wore these things. She mumbled, kicking out of them.

Damon laughed, and feeling daring, scooped her up and carried her over to a spot right in front of the car. She held onto him, her arms around his neck as he shook the blanket out and laid it down as best he could. "Pulling out all the stops are we?" she whispered in his ear, feeling his smile on his cheek.

"It is our first date." He smirked, settling her down on the blanket and going over to the table.

He fiddled with some stuff, and then all of a sudden there was sound, but she wasn't paying much attention to that. Elena's eyes were focused on the dark denim tight across his hips and the way they hung off him. She looked up as he turned around, returning her face to normal and smiling. "Come sit with me."

He obliged, folding himself next to her on the blanket. As a test, for both of them he kept a bit of distance between them. Within a minute she'd shifted over and had her shoulder pressed against his. "I haven't seen this movie in years." He mumbled, leaning back on his hands slightly to watch the evening light play with the color of her hair.

Elena let out a sound between a huff and a laugh. "Caroline loves this movie. She always wanted to be Scarlett. That means, she made me watch it."

"There is something about her that's very Scarlett like. Especially now that she's a vampire."

Elena thought about it for a moment and nodded. "I suppose so. And I guess you think your Rhett?"

"What me?" Damon asked, shocked sarcasm edging his tone. "Handsome, tough, charming…nah doesn't sound like me at all."

Elena let out a giggle, turning slightly toward him to slap his arm. Their eyes connected and she felt the same tug she had in the car. All she wanted was for him to kiss her. She could see in his eyes that he wanted the same, and decided that he was probably giving her time and space to adjust to being together like this. "Damon?"

"Yes?" his tone had deepened considerably during their small staring contest.

"Will you be terribly disappointed if we don't watch the movie?"

A smirk ghosted over his lips as he leaned forward. "Depends…on what we're going to be doing instead."

The next sound that came from him was a low groan as she pushed him down onto the blanket, straddling his hips with her thighs. Her lips were on his as they formed together, a easy rhythm appearing as fingers tangled in hair and tongues dueled with each other. "Is this an acceptable form of distraction Mr. Salvatore?" she gasped for air as his lips trailed down her neck.

He chuckled in her ear, nibbling her lobe for a moment as his hands found their way beneath her dress, and feeling brave he cupped her ass. "Very acceptable."

Elena sighed, then moaned as his fingertips dug into her skin, pressing her tighter against him. Any and all thoughts left her body as she felt him harden beneath her and through his jeans. "Don't stop."

"I wouldn't even if you begged." His voice was dark and dangerous and she shivered in excited fear. She knew she should be afraid of him but she couldn't help it. Especially now that she was just as invincible as he was.

"I'm not weak anymore Damon. Don't forget that."

He'd realized this long ago, but in the moment he'd forgotten he didn't have to treat her like a china doll. "Excellent point Miss Gilbert." He played along with her earlier name game, the mood from the movie easing them on.

However, he didn't feel like acting like a gentleman and from the way she was grinding against him, he got the idea that she didn't want him to either. She shrieked as he pinned her down on her back, tugging her legs up and around his waist as he leaned over her. The skirt fell down her thighs to reveal the black lace panties she'd thrown on at the last minute. Her 'just in case' panties as Katherine had called them. She blushed as red as her dress as his one eyebrow rose over the other. "Don't tease." She whispered and he smirked.

"Why would I?" He smoothed his hand down the inside of her thigh, brushing his fingertip over the elastic on the crease of her leg. "I think your obvious yet, wonderful seduction tactics are cute."

"I wasn't exactly going for cute." She grimaced for a moment, then his finger 'slipped' under to feel the wetness already tempting his nose.

"What were you going for then?"

"Disarmingly sexy."

"Then you shouldn't have worn them at all."

She watched as his gaze darkened, her eyes widening at the sound of them ripping. "What are you doing?"

"Showing you what you do to me." He answered honestly, taking her torn panties and stuffing them in his back pocket. "Let me do this Elena. I've wanted to do this for so long."

She watched, terrified and excited as he pushed her knees up more, settled her bare feet on his thighs and knelt down to taste the wetness he'd created. "Don't Damon, please."

"I warned you, not even if you begged." His voice was muffled but she heard him, felt the vibrations from his tone deep within her.

Did she really want him to stop? Any part of her that would have answered yes to that quickly died at the next sweep of his tongue. This time it was much more deliberate, right to the point. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fisted one hand in the blanket, the other in his hair holding him in place. This was insane, it was crazy, it was unexpected, it was altogether wrong and inappropriate. This was something two people did when they were together, in a bedroom. Not on a first date in the middle of a field with an old movie playing on a bed sheet. But they weren't sane, or normal, or altogether right. And really…they hadn't just met. They'd been together for a long time, she just hadn't realized it until this moment. And what a strange moment to realize it.

Perhaps she really was crazy…because even if Stefan had offered last night to do this for her she would have refused- and they'd been together. Of course the moment she'd gotten within the same atmosphere with Damon her body spiked interest to the stars. With Stefan it was familiar, comfortable but…familiar. Damon was new, he was rash, he was exciting. She was comfortable with him, but it wasn't comfortable to be near him. It was stressful and scary and out of this world. And she didn't want to lose that feeling for one minute. And then suddenly, her body was exploding under him and his name was falling from her lips in a rush of prayers and curses. He pulled back, wiping his mouth on the blanket and tugging her dress down her legs.

"Wow." She managed to breath out as he lay next to her.

He held in the cocky laugh and settled for a smirk. "That good huh?"

She wanted to smack him, but she couldn't manage it. Instead she rolled over to her stomach, leaning up on her elbows. "You didn't have to do that you know."

"Oh I know, but I wanted to. I've been dying to taste you for a long time. And not always your blood."

She shuddered and scooted closer to him. "Now what?"

"Now you bask in the afterglow and watch the movie. If and when you want to continue, I'll be here."

She nodded and laid against him. Focusing her eyes on the screen. "Can I have my panties back?"

He shook his head and smoothed her hair back with his fingers. "Not a chance."

a/n: I am SO SORRY it took me so damn long to update. I started reading Fifty Shades of Grey and any spare moment I've not spent at work or taking pictures or dealing with hubby and house stuff has been spent reading that book. Damn Christian Grey and his kinky fuckery hehe

I do hope this was okay for you all. There will be more soon. The date isn't exactly over.