The butterflies in Elena's stomach were in full force as she stared at herself in the mirror. She had horrible dark circles under her eyes that were puffy and red from crying, but the huge smile on her face was distracting from everything else. She felt complete; alive… more like herself than she had in a very long time. Even before losing Damon she had held a lot of things back. There was so much she wanted to show him and tell him, she didn't know where to start. And she wasn't going to hold anything back from him. She changed into one of his shirts that barely covered her ass, but she paid no mind. She returned to the bedroom, finding it empty but she could hear him in his closet as she moved around his room. The things that were the same warmed her heart, and the things that were different, she committed to memory.

His arms came around her waist, his lips pressing against her cheek gently. "You ok?" he asked, hugging her tightly. It felt surreal to feel his hard body against her soft curves. She had dreamt of his arms around every time she closed her eyes; to feel them for real tight around her, made her almost cry.

Elena turned in his embrace, resting her weight against his dresser. "I feel… amazing," she said almost shyly, running her hands up his bare chest. "Still feels like a dream Damon." He had changed into his pajama pants, but his body was exactly the same as she remembered. The hardness of his muscles beneath cool, soft skin reacted to every touch of her fingers. Her skin was itching where she was touching him, demanding her hands to move faster, to explore every inch of him. She was nearly trembling being this close to him, like it was their first time all over again.

Damon leaned his forehead against hers, his hands settling on her waist, gently and innocently. "I missed you so much Elena," he said. The pure, raw emotion pierced her soul. Yes he had always been honest with her, always told her how much he loved her. But still, to see him so vulnerable with her made her fall more in love with him.

Elena lifted her lips to his, sliding her arms around his neck. Every inch of her body was tingling at his proximity as she pressed against him subtly, not demanding. If she wasn't careful she was going to have her way with him, and quickly. His innocent hands were barely moving on the outside of her bare thighs, but even the slightest touches caused flames of pleasure to lick across her skin. She could kiss him for hours. Her fingers curled in his hair as goose bumps coated her entire body. She couldn't wait. She wouldn't last.

He hardened against her as he trapped her against his dresser, slanting his head to deepen the kiss. He could read her so well, just from her body language. They were meant to be together. They moved in perfect unison. They always had. When they weren't butting heads. His teeth gently nipped and tugged at her lip as her nails lightly scraped over his shoulders. Her scent was filling his nose and his head and a growl escaped the deep confines of his chest when he hands innocently brushed over the top of his pants. He could feel the heat from her hands from the barest of touches and as a vampire that was saying a lot. She was the only one who could get him this fired up.

Elena's lips trailed down his jaw, nipping him playfully as her hands slid into the waistband of his pants. He was thick and hard, just like she remembered. His grip on her tightened as she slowly slid her hands over the length of him. Her fingers curled around him, freeing him from the confines of his pants. He was like steel wrapped in velvet as her hands explored him. Her hands pumped his length, his desire coating her fingers, allowing her to slip over him easily. She gripped him with various pressures, teasing everywhere she could reach.

Damon's hips thrust against her hands as his own fingers crept up the back of his shirt that was barely covering any of her body. He felt like he was starving for her as he caressed her skin. "Elena," he groaned as she pushed his pants to the floor, her lips trailing down his chest. He was nearly dizzy from her, he barely realized when she was on her knees, taking all of him into her mouth. "Jesus…" His eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head at the feeling over her all around him.

Elena didn't know what came over her, but she didn't really care. Her tongue swirled around him teasingly, her teeth ever so lightly dragging over his sensitive tip. She hummed in approval when one of his hands fisted in her hair, not forcing, but encouraging her actions. She sucked him deeper down her throat, relaxing her muscles easily causing him to hiss. His hand tightened in her locks and she knew he was close, but he suddenly pulled back. She pouted for a brief second before he scooped her up. "Problem, Babe?" she teased, nipping his ear. She never had to be embarrassed, and she was losing control of her body quickly. Her hands were moving of their own accord over his body.

"You are way too good at that," he said, as he laid her in the middle of his bed. "And I want to make love you properly." His body was trembling slightly against her. She loved that she was affecting him the same way.

Her heart jumped to her throat as her arms came around his shoulders. "I love you," she whispered, clenching her eyes shut as tears threatened to fall. The words hadn't actually been said between them, not properly. Not the way it should be said between soul mates. She didn't want to cry anymore, especially not now. "I never thought we would ever be here again." They were made for each other. His hard planes fit into every perfect crevice of her body. Her soft feminine curves invited every inch of him to mold to her.

His lips pressed against her temple as he cradled her close to him. "It's okay Elena," he said softly, his nose running up and down her cheek, trying to comfort her in any way he could. "I made a promise to you in the barn that I would come back. I'm sorry it took me so long." He had to be the hero. Why did he always have to do that? Sometimes his protective streak was too much for her. She needed him with her, always. The hell with all else.

She stared at him for a long minute. "You remember that?" she whimpered, a few tears escaping out of the corner of her eye. "I never told anyone about what happened in the barn Damon. Even though I couldn't see you…" The tears flowed freely out of her eyes as much as she tried to stop them. "I wanted…just a minute with you. To really see you."

"It killed me to do that," he said shaking his head as he cuddled her closer into the shelter of his arms. "You have no idea. Never have I planned to say goodbye to you. And never will I ever again." He sighed a little. "When I bit you earlier the Swiss cheese went away in my brain. Everything just… fit together again." Among other things. Their reaction to each other was impossible to ignore. Their bodies didn't let them. Her body had always had a reaction to him from the moment she met him. Something about him electrified everything in her.

' "Oh Damon," she said pressing her face against his chest. The lump began to lessen in her throat as his fingers ran through her hair. She inhaled deeply, pulling his scent deep into her lungs. The familiar sense of warmth and love began to envelope her as the cold feeling of loneliness faded away. He began to relax against her and she bit him playfully. "I don't need a rest." She wanted to lighten the mood. She didn't want to keep dwelling on their time apart. They had a lot of making up to do.

"I think you should give yourself one," he said, bumping his nose against her. "At least give your brain a rest." He was always thinking of her and her needs, but for the first time emotionally she was centered. He was here, and that was enough.

Her hands began roaming over his skin again, feeling the muscles beneath her fingers jump under her fingers. Despite his own words, Damon slowly began unbuttoning the few buttons holding the shirt closed over the rest of her body. "We can rest later," she breathed out when the air hit her heated flesh. But he ignored where she needed him. The muscles of her stomach clenched and unclenched under his touch as she squirmed slightly under him as his thumb barely touched the underside of her aching breast. "You're teasing me."

He chuckled a little. "I haven't touched you in a very long time Sweetheart," he said, his hand running down her bare leg. She couldn't stop the shaking of her body in anticipation of whatever he was going to do next. He was the only one that made her a nervous wreck like this. "And trust me… I'm barely holding it together around you." To her he looked like he was in total control. His hands were slow and deliberate, leaving a blaze of passion down her skin.

She bit the inside of her cheek as his fingertips ghosted over the inside of her thigh. Her panties were soaked with desire as his knuckles brushed over her nether lips. "Damon," she pleaded, her hips having a mind of their own as they rocked toward him. He barely slid his hand under the cotton, just covering her center, never giving her the release she was desperately seeking. His finger tips barely teased her wetness as he stroked her slit, but ignoring the way her hips tried to get closer to him.

Damon's lips closed over her nipple, and she nearly arched off the bed, but he kept his hands slow, never giving in to the pleading her hips were doing. Her juices were coating his fingers easily as he teased her opening, gently biting her nipple, soothing the sting with his tongue. He easily slid her panties down her legs which only increased the whimpers escaping from her mouth her nails scraped over his back. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to remind him how badly he wanted her. His tongue scrapped back and forth over her aching nipple causing her to arch off the bed. His fingers that were lightly coated in her juices rubbed circles over her abandoned nipple and she could help the sighs of pleasure escaping her lips.

Elena could feel the pressure building in her stomach, the familiar ache that she had missed all this time. He was melting her alive. Her head was dizzy with pleasure but her body remembered the way he fit against her. Her arms went around his waist as he moved over her, his arms on either side of her head, her knees touching his elbows. She wanted to crawl inside his skin, be one with him once more. Inch by slow inch he invaded her, stretching her farther than she had ever been. Her body trembled around him, her eyes nearly rolling back into her skull as her ankles locked around his back. "Damon…" she mewled.

He kissed her forehead, angling his hips a little deeper. "If you do that again, I'm not going to last much longer," he said, pulling her knees higher so he could sink all the way into her. His balls rested against her ass, as she squeezed him so tightly he almost exploded instantly. She was as tight as he remembered, barely allowing his invasion, her sheath like molten lava around his cock.

Elena couldn't help the cry of pleasure that escaped her lips at the painful pleasure that stabbed through her womb. He was stretching her places she didn't even know existed as her ache intensified. Her thighs tightened on him in a vice grip to keep him from moving. "I'm going to cum again if you move," she said with a slight pout. She didn't want it to be over yet. There was so much she wanted to show him.

"That is the idea," he said, rocking his hips against her. She was impossibly tight around him, nearly strangling him. Her heat was enough to sear him to dust, but he didn't lose control. But Elena had other ideas. Her walls were pulsing around him with impossible force as he slowly pulled back out, his tip teasing her entrance before thrusting back into her heat. He didn't think he could get enough of her; he could never be close enough to her. She was milking him like a glove as he moved inside of her and blinding pleasure consumed him as the walls vibrated with the growl that reverberated in the room. He didn't know if it was her or him, but her fangs were buried deep in his neck and she was squeezing him as her body convulsed under him. His eyes rolled up as she fed off him and instinct took over as his canines pierced her creamy flesh.

Elena's womb spasmed almost painfully as his blood hit her tongue and she couldn't control herself. His hips slammed into hers one final time with his own release, and she reluctantly withdrew her fangs as his body sagged against hers. She hadn't been to feed off him, but she hadn't been able to stop. "That was…" Her arms fell to the mattress, the blood flow return to her hands after she released her grip on him. Everything that had been missing since he left was now back where it belonged in her heart. The gaping hole that she had been struggling to hide was gone.

Damon's head dropped to her shoulder, his breath coming in desperate pants as he slipped from her heat. She couldn't help the hiss that escaped her lips as he slowly slipped away from her. "Shit Elena…" he gasped, collapsing on his back. "Never have I been… That was amazing."

She grinned as she sat up next to him, her eyes closing feeling their juices coating the inside of her thighs. Her blood dripped down her collarbone from his bite as she stared down his limp form. "I wore you out?" she teased as she turned to face him. Her hand reached out to run down his smooth chest, her eyes meeting his that were black as night. "I didn't take too much did I?" She didn't want to apologize; they were vampires after all. And she knew he liked it, but she didn't want it to get out of hand.

"No such thing," he said, his eyes watching the blood trail down her white flesh. His tongue ran over his bottom lip and she was sure she heard the softest of growls. "I've never seen you like this." But he said it was such adoration and love, she knew it was a good thing. She had never felt like this. Even as immortals, their lives could be cut short. She didn't want to waist anymore time. She wanted to make love to him for days, weeks. She wanted them to hide away in the mountains where she could scream as loud as she wanted when she was with him. She never wanted them to be separated ever again.

Elena shrugged as she placed a kiss under his belly button. Damon's arm curled around her bare legs, resting on the outside of her thigh, stroking lightly. His cock was soft, resting against his leg, still glistening with her juices as her lips teased the trail of hair that led her to happiness. Her hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently as she barely kissed his tip.

"Elena," he said as his hips shifted toward her. "You're heading for dangerous territory here." His hand tensed on her leg, but gentle with his caresses. She was having the desired effect on him. He had always driven her to his knees with his love making, and she wanted to return the favor. She had a long list of things now she wanted to show him that he deserved.

"Just shut up," she ordered, her hands sliding over his cock as he began to harden once more. "I don't plan on leaving this bed for a long time Damon. And I'm not sure you can keep up…" The responding growl was enough for her ears.

A/N: Hope it wasn't too much. Could possibly continue with another steamy chapter?