Okay... So remember when I said I would be finished with this story before the new epi?

Hehe, yeah, so not going to happen ;) I need at least three more chapters :D Sorry for the delay on this one guys, and sorry it's so short!

Just a filler! The next one'll be longer!

Enjoy!

Chapter Four

Elena's POV

Elena sighed contently and snuggled deeper into Damon's embrace, unwilling to face the day just yet. She had promised Damon she'd go back to Mystic Falls today, to see how Caroline and Bonnie were holding up—to see what had Klaus go off the deep end once again.

To tell Stefan about her and Damon.

She groaned and buried her face in his chest, allowing the sound of his slow, steady heartbeat to appease her slightly. Damon had protested and threatened her, but she had eventually convinced him it had to be her to tell Stefan—she wasn't sure how he would take it, and she did not, in any way, want Damon anywhere near Stefan when she told him.

Not that she didn't trust Stefan—she knew him to be rational, calm, level-headed—but she knew Damon. If he were there, he'd probably make some kind of comment that would shatter Stefan even more than the news of their relationship would, and she did not want to be there when that happened.

But those were concerns for later.

Right now, she wanted to delay leaving as much as she could. She needed to distract Damon…

Just for a while.

She smirked. And she had the perfect way all planned.

Slowly, she pulled out of Damon's embrace a little bit, smiling at the sweet, innocent picture he made when he was sleeping. His lower lip stuck out a little bit in a tiny pout, his hair stuck every which way and his eyes were squeezed shut.

The sweetest though—the thing she loved most about his sleeping face—was how young he looked. When he was sleeping, all his walls were down, and he actually resembled the innocent, sweet man Elena had fallen so head over heels in love with.

Not that she didn't love all of him—she did, she honestly did—but she had fallen for that side of him first. The honest, loyal side of him—the side only she got to see.
She hadn't known she loved all of him until much, much later. She had fought against falling for him completely—because she knew Stefan never would've stood a chance if she let herself accept Damon completely.

And she had been right.

Once she turned, she finally understood what Damon and Stefan had been trying to tell her all along—being a vampire was all about giving into or trying to fight urges. Sometimes, the urge was too much to fight—and whether you believed the action to be right or wrong—no matter how much it would hurt afterwards—you'd give in anyway.

So she forgave Damon for everything he had done—everything she had already forgiven him for—she forgave him and completely let the past go—and admitted to herself that there was so much more between them than mere friendship.

She stroked Damon's cheek lightly and smiled when he crinkled his nose.

After that, it hadn't taken her more than twelve hours to find Damon, tell him she did feel something more than friendship for him, and to fall into bed with him.

To be honest, she hadn't been planning on sleeping with him right away, but the second his lips touched hers, she was a goner, and she knew it.

Besides, she mused, tracing Damon's features with her fingertips, she'd been wasting two years already—no one could blame her—or him—for not wanting to waste any more time.

She was broken from her thoughts by a soft grunt from the man next to her—she smirked and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

'Hey there,' she whispered, wrapping herself around him, resting her chin on his chest, looking up at him from beneath her eyelashes—she was perfectly aware of the effect that look had on him—and that was the effect she was looking for.

He blinked slowly and lazily, his gaze instantly meeting hers—that damn smirk already plastered on his lips. 'Hey back,' he replied, his voice hoarse and so-damn-sexy.
She smiled saucily and straddled him, before leaning down to give him a proper kiss—distracting him might be the plan, but she was not unaffected either.

Damon had quite the profound effect on her libido. In fact, she was starting to think she'd already been with him more times in the past 72 hours than she had been with Stefan in their entire relationship.

She giggled and squirmed underneath him when he flipped them at super-speed, smirking down at her as she pouted at him.

'Not so fast, sweetheart,' he purred in her ear, 'I know what you're doing.' She gazed up at him innocently and bit her lip. 'I'm not doing anything... I waited for you so you could wake up with me in your arms. What else would I be doing?' She whispered softly, wiggling underneath him suggestively. He growled in her ear and nipped at her earlobe.

'Distracting me,' he replied, his fingers continuing their journey over her soft, tanned skin—she enjoyed the tingling sensations it brought her—, 'So you don't have to think about the next five days. You know you can't put it off forever.'

He moved his lips down her neck and nipped at the skin while she desperately attempted to remember the English language.

'Wh—what?' She managed to choke. Did he say five days?

Five?

Five fucking days?

He raised his head and smirked at her. 'I know.. How will you ever survive five days without my amazing company?'

She shook her head with silent laughter. 'Oh, dear,' she gasped when he startled tickling her softly, 'that big head of yours is going to get you in trouble someday.'

He raised an eyebrow at her and grinned mischievously. 'Oh, as if you don't love it. I keep your life exciting.'

She narrowed her eyes at him and flipped them once again, pinning his hands above his head. 'I'll have you know,' she growled softly, 'that my life tends to be far too exciting, even when you're not there.'

He smirked and rolled his eyes at her. Slowly, he glanced at his restrained hands, before he met her gaze. She felt a slow blush spread on her cheeks and butterflies erupt from the pit of her stomach.
'You do realize you're not going to hold me for long,' he whispered, leaning up slightly to brush his lips across hers.

She grinned and kissed him back softly, before pushing him down and leaping off the bed. 'You know what,' she said, grinning at Damon's stunned expression, 'You're right. I can't keep putting this off forever.' She bit her lip sexily, 'Maybe should just... Get my stuff... Have breakfast... Take a long, hot, soapy, wet shower...'

Damon moved so fast, she didn't even see him before he slung her over his shoulder. 'Ah!' She squealed, 'Damon! Put me down!' She reached down and managed to swat his behind playfully.

He laughed deliciously and slapped her behind right back. 'Nah-uh,' he teased, 'You went and got me all hot and bothered—Now you suffer the consequences.'

She giggled and pressed her face against his back. 'Consequences? Oh, what ever do you have planned for me?' She could practically hear his smirk as he said, 'Getting your stuff, having breakfast... Taking that long, hot, soapy, wet shower.'

She wanted to protest—and then her mind was bombarded with images of what Damon could do to her in the shower.

Oh.

Right.

That really would be a very, very hot shower.

Stefan's POV

That infernal, annoying, stupid bitch!

Rebekah was back—and she was already out causing trouble. She had come to find him the very moment she had heard about his brother and Elena being together—offering herself up as a rebound girl, reminding him that they were in love once.

Stefan had merely laughed and shook his head.

Elena was not truly in love with his brother. She was supposed to be Stefan's—he would turn her human once again, make her pure—so he could be with her again.

Rebekah had been furious with him—she still did not want to find the cure, and Stefan almost wanted to dagger her once again—and he would have, if only she had not hidden the dagger somewhere no one would find it.

He sighed and sat down on his bed. He had wondered if he should go to the lake house to confront his brother with his wrong-doings, but had ultimately decided that it would be far more satisfactory to tell Elena the truth and see his Damon's world of lies crumble around him.

Elena would hate Damon—as she should have done ever since they met.

Stefan frowned slightly at that thought; he knew Damon and Elena had a thing—but it could not compare to the love he and Elena shared—of course it could not.

He was certain Elena was his soul mate. Not his brother's.

'Stefan?' He looked up from his hands and smiled at Bonnie, who tentatively smiled back. She seemed rather on edge, and he wondered why that was.

She could not fear him, could she?

No, that would be foolish to assume—Bonnie had always trusted him more than she had trusted any other vampire.

'Bonnie?' He replied, standing up—he was genuinely curious. Why would she be here?

'Hey,' she smiled, 'I just wanted to see how you were doing... You know, with everything that happened?' He was not sure where she was going with this.
She must have read his confusion of his face, for she elaborated immediately, gesturing wildly. 'With Klaus, and Tyler's mom and Rebekah... And Damon and Elena...'

Stefan felt his inner turmoil rear up once again at hearing his brother's and his girlfriend's name being uttered together—as though they were together.
He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at Bonnie's ignorance. Elena was not in love with his brother; she could not be, and everyone would know that soon.

Everyone would understand and remember why Damon was the bad brother, and he—Stefan—was the good brother.

He forced a polite smile on his face and inclined his head to the small witch. 'I'm fine, Bonnie. I don't know what to do about Rebekah or Klaus yet, but I'm sure we'll figure something out. And Damon and Elena—' he nearly choked on the words, '—I'll deal with it.'

That seemed to appease her, and Stefan smiled as she nodded, smiled and made her goodbye.

Good.

At least she was out of the way.

He knew Elena was coming home today—she had texted Caroline—and he would be waiting for her.

He needed her to understand the horror of what Damon was doing to her. He would be there to help her get through the betrayal—he would fix her.

He had to.

Elena's POV

She slung her bag over her shoulder and sighed one more time. She really didn't want to go back to all the Mystic Falls drama—she'd much rather stay here with Damon in their perfect soap bubble—even though her brother did have horrible timing.

Damon chuckled behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a soft, loving kiss to her neck. 'This was your idea, you know,' he muttered, and she could hear the smirk in his voice.

Elena sighed, turned in his embrace and rested her head against his chest, absent-mindedly playing with the zipper of his leather jacket. 'I'm just really nervous,' she said, her heart hammering against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and replied, 'We'll be fine. Stefan might throw a hissy it at first, but he'll get over it. We'll figure out this thing with the cure and what to do next, and we'll get some sort of a happily ever after. I promise.' She chuckled and nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck. 'I know that. It's just... So many bad things have happened when I was human, and I just... When I became a vampire, I wasn't all that thrilled at first, but I'm not sure if I want to be human again.'

He tightened his arms around her slightly and pressed a kiss to her forehead. 'We'll figure it out, Elena. There's no guarantee we're going to find the cure in the first place, no matter what Shane says.'

She nodded and smiled in the crook of his neck. 'I know. You're right.'

He grinned at the feeling of her breath tickling his neck. 'Of course I am,' he finally retorted, before releasing her from his embrace and checking his watch. 'Didn't Busboy say he was going to be here twenty minutes ago?' She grabbed his wrist and checked his watch too.

'Yeah, he did.' He rolled his eyes, but before he could say anything, she clapped a hand over his mouth. 'So, he's a little late. It's no big deal. More time to spend with you.'

Matt had agreed to drive up here to help Jeremy train, and decided to drive Elena's car, so she could drive it back herself.

He sighed and pulled her hand from his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her palm before sitting down on the steps. When he sat down, he noticed Elena glaring at the empty road as she sat down next to him. He smirked and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. 'I thought you said it was no big deal, mia cara?' She smiled slightly at the Italian pet name and shook her head. 'It's not... I just hate saying goodbye to you.' He glanced at her. 'Sure. That's the problem,' he said, making sure sarcasm was dripping from every word.

She slapped his arm and laughed softly. 'Of course it is... I wish I could stay with you,' she scolded, but allowed him to pull her closer anyway. She revelled in the feeling of his strong enveloping her body in a warm embrace, his scent filling her nostrils with every breath she took. As she shifted into a more comfortable position, her head resting on his shoulder, her fingers laced with his on his lap, she studied their surroundings, enjoying the silence that surrounded them.

'I love you, you know,' she whispered, studying their linked fingers intently. He pulled her closer, kissed her temple and whispered, 'I really love you too.'

She leaned back to look in his sparkling, deep blue eyes and smiled when he immediately closed the distance again to kiss her. Nevertheless, she returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, slipping her tongue between his lips as soon as she got the chance.

They were both so caught up in the kiss they didn't hear the car, nor the door slamming as Matt got out. 'Ugh..' His voice and cough was what finally broke them apart. Elena blushed and smiled timidly at Matt. 'Hi Matty,' she said, getting up and pulling Damon to his feet too.

Matt glanced back and forth between her and Damon for a moment, before they locked on their locked fingers. 'Soooo...' he drawled, 'What's going on here?' he gestured to their hands. Elena locked eyes with Damon for a split-second before smiling tentatively at Matt.

'We're... Together,' she said, not sure how Matt would respond. Damon had killed his sister, after all. To her surprise though, Matt only shrugged, nodded and smiled at Damon. 'Congrats dude. It's about time.'

Damon smirked. 'I know, right?'

Elena's mouth popped open as she glanced back and forth between her boyfriend and her ex-boyfriend. 'Okay,' she drawled, 'I'm not even going to ask. I'm gonna... Take off.'

Damon pouted at her, and she couldn't suppress a giggle. She leaned up on her tip-toes and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. 'I'll be back on Friday. Just five days,' she chuckled at his expression.

'I'll miss you,' she whispered against his lips, before pulling away, 'see you in a while.' Matt tossed her the keys and waved, before disappearing inside. Damon opened her door for her and smiled wistfully. 'I'm going to miss you too, babe. Call me when you get there.' She nodded, pecked his lips and got in. She fired up the car and reversed, waving at Damon, blowing him a kiss before she backed out of the driveway.

She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment.

Five days.

Just five days.

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