N: This chapter was a lot of work. I tried making it a little shorter, but I just couldn't; little old me against Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert…I didn't stood a chance.

Well, I guess you've all been busy with Christmas, cos' not even half of you reviewed the last chapter…I hope this one will inspire a review, enjoy!

As always a BIG think you, goes to my amazing beta Valerie (2serendipity) for her extra work on this!

Two can tango

Day three

Elena woke up two hours after she fell asleep and immediately became aware of soft moans that were coming from Damon. The thing was that they were definitely not moans of pleasure, more like soft growls. She manoeuvred herself into a sitting position and turned to look at him.

Big beads of sweat pearled on his forehead and above his upper lip. His face was twisted in a way that assured Elena that he was not having a good time. He was having a nightmare and Elena contemplated on what would be the best thing for her to do… and she came to the conclusion that she should wake him. She bent over and placed her hand on his shoulder, applying a bit of pressure.

"Damon…" she whispered softly; she didn't want to startle him or anything. She used to have nightmares all the time and she got even more scared when someone yelled at her to wake up. Damon just moved uncomfortably and clenched his teeth, but didn't show any signs of waking up. Elena decided to try again, this time she whispered his name a bit louder and closer to his ear. The next thing she knew, Damon was fully awake with his left hand around her neck, his heavy body half way over hers and a crazy expression on his face.

"You stay away from her!" he yelled.

"Damon…it's Elena…" she mumbled in a weak voice. "Damon…you…you're hurting me…" she tried again seeing that he wasn't letting go.

Damon's eyes opened wide and locked with her cognac-brown ones; she was clearly scared, that much he could tell.

"Damon…" she whispered again and this time she felt his fingers detach from her neck. He was still close enough so that Elena could feel his heart beat like a drum in his chest. He looked so lost…so vulnerable…the thought made Elena want to console him and before she had the chance to re-think her action, she cupped his face and caressed his forehead, his eyes, his jawline. Her fingers barely touched his skin and Damon didn't move…he just stared at her, like he was seeing her for the first time.

"I'm sorry," Damon mumbled in a soft voice and Elena smiled kindly at him.

"It's alright," she whispered, her lips lightly brushing his and he let out a deep breath.

"I didn't mean to…" Damon didn't get to finish his sentence because Elena's index finger pressed against his mouth and stopped him.

"Shhh!" she kissed his bottom lip and a low growl erupted from his throat, making Elena shiver slightly. "It's a little hot, did you turn on the heat?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered simply.

"What's your favorite season?" she asked, trying to get his mind off things.

"Summer…"

"I like it too, but it's so hot?"

"Yes, well, that's the point," Damon raised his hand and buried it in her hair. Their faces were so close that their noses were touching and every time one of them spoke, their lips would brush against one another. Elena wanted nothing more than to kiss him, slow, deep…to explore that perfect mouth of his and taste him, but before she had the chance to do so, he pulled back and got out of bed.

"I'm going to take a shower," he announced.

"But…you just took a shower two hours ago when you came home…" Elena said, but when she raised her eyes to look at him, all she found was empty space.

***we pay the price***

Elena heard the bathroom-door open and her eyes flew in that direction. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes opened wide along with her mouth, forming an 'oh'. He was completely naked, no pants, no underwear, no towel…just him and he looked… Elena had never seen a Greek God, but she was pretty sure Adonis** had nothing on Damon Salvatore.

"See something you like?" he asked with a cocky smirk on his lips and Elena knew he was trying to get past what had just happened between them.

"Are you done?" she asked.

"Done," he said and walked to the closet to put on a pair of boxers that actually emphasized his package rather than hide it.

Elena got out of the bed and made her way towards him. Damon was now standing between her and the opened half of the closet. She stretched out her hand, slightly touching his burning flesh as she reached for her white, fluffy bathrobe. She was pretty sure she'd heard him curse under his breath right before snatching the clothing form her hand and throwing it somewhere across the room. He grabbed her arm and twirled her so that they were face to face once more. His body crushed hers against the closet-door and his lips found hers in a second.

Damon felt like he was about to explode…when her tiny hand came in contact with his flesh, he lost the last bit of self-restraint he had left. He wanted her; God, he wanted her so much that he couldn't see straight, he couldn't think clear and his hands were trembling in frustration.

"I don't care about what you are and what you do. I'm paying, you're mine and right now I want you so bad…I think my dick grew an inch since we arrived in Mystic Falls…" he growled in her ear and Elena felt chills run down her spine.

"Well, if you want me, you'd better take me!" she breathed.

Damon didn't wait to be told twice. He pulled up her negligée and ripped her small panties off her. She let out a sharp cry when Damon crushed her lips with his. His tongue started pushing and twirling inside her mouth as his thumb started working on her clit.

Elena wanted to moan and scream, but Damon wouldn't let her, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her nails in his shoulders. When his mouth finally freed hers to explore her neck, his fingers slipped inside her folds and she let her head fall backwards, growling.

Without hesitation, Elena dipped her hand inside his black boxers and pulled out his length, curling her slender fingers around it, barely covering half of it.

"You want it inside you?" he asked in her ear and her body responded with a shiver.

"Yes… "

"Say it; say you want my dick inside you!" he ordered.

"I want your dick inside me…deep inside me…" she mumbled and Damon let out another animalistic sound.

He wrapped her long legs around his hips and filled her in one deep thrust, the rough move making Elena's body convulse, and she let out a high-pitched cry.

Only after he was buried deep inside her, did Damon realize just how tight she was. When he heard her cry, he cursed himself for being so brutal, but of course his regret didn't last long as she put her hands on his shoulders and started moving her hips up and down.

"You're so fucking tight," he managed between moans.

"Shut up and fuck me!" Elena shouted. Damon turned them around and pressed her against the wall beside the door, pumping inside her with no mercy and no restraint. Every move pushed Elena harder against the cold, hard wall, but she felt no pain whatsoever. All she was feeling was the intense pleasure of having him inside her…it was like it belonged there and for the first time in a long time, she felt whole again, she felt needed, she felt…worthy – even if she most certainly wasn't.

Damon started moving faster and faster and Elena was sure that once she'd come, she would break into a million tiny pieces.

"Oh God…" she murmured, desperately trying to catch her breath as she could feel her orgasm approaching.

Her soft moans were driving him crazy… and all he wanted was to last long enough to get her off once, just once. He wished she'd cry out his name as she came…but he soon remembered her stupid rule about 'no yelling the client's name and no kissing during sex'; he made himself a mental promise to work on breaking her rules later on since he'd never believed in rules anyway.

He bent his head for a kiss, but she turned her head so he ended up kissing her ear instead. The gesture made Damon mad for some reason, and he started moving even faster, digging his fingertips into the soft skin of her ass, pounding into her until he felt her come undone in his arms. He stopped for a few seconds before continuing with slow, deep thrusts.

"Did any of your clients' make you come so hard before, Elena?" he purred in her ear. She didn't answer; firstly because no one in her whole life had made her come like that and secondly, because she still wasn't sure she could talk. "Why aren't you answering? Because you know the answer to that question is 'no'! No one made you tremble like this and no one ever will… Every time you'll fuck someone else, you'll remember this moment, you'll remember what real pleasure feels like…" One last, deep thrust and he came inside her, the feeling almost giving Elena another orgasm. "That should take my mind off you for a while," he pulled out of her and rolled his boxers back on. He walked to the closet and started dressing, like she wasn't even in the room.

Elena grabbed her bathrobe from the floor and disappeared behind the bathroom-door. As soon as the hot drops of water hit her skin, she started breathing again. He was right, she had never felt like that with anyone, and she'd never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him. They'd just banged the hell out of each other and God help her, but she was getting aroused all over again just at the thought of him. It was like her body had a mind of its own and all it wanted was him. Her insides were calling for him, like a creepy voice in a dark forest…in powerful whispers that were sending chills down her spine.

After she made sure she rubbed every inch of her body, she towel dried, put on her robe and got out. She didn't get closer than the bathroom-door as Damon grabbed her arm and forced her to face him.

"We didn't use …" he said in an angry voice.

"I don't have anything. I showed Carl my medical record. Didn't he tell you? I have a checkup every two months; I had the last one barely two weeks ago; twelve days ago to be exact," she fired back, pulling her arm away from his grasp.

"What about…uh…"

"Don't worry, I can't get pregnant," Elena said, figuring out what Damon was trying to ask. "I'm on the pill as well," she finished.

"Good…" was all he said.

***we pay the price***

"I put the damn thing here, I'm sure I did," Damon shouted.

After breakfast, they'd returned to their room and Damon left to make more mysterious and important calls. Elena didn't dare ask about it and it wasn't her busyness anyway. He was supposed to come back before five pm, to get ready for the rehearsal dinner, but he got back just ten minutes before the time they were supposed to leave.

Stefan, Caroline and Damon's parents already left twenty minutes ago and Damon still couldn't find his best man speech.

"Just make something up; how hard can it be?" Elena suggested and Damon scoffed.

"What do you know about speeches?" Damon asked in a mocking voice.

"I know 'you are my only brother, I love you and I wish you all the happiness in the world' would sound better than 'I'm sorry I missed your wedding because I couldn't find the damn speech'."

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"It was just a suggestion; I'll wait for you downstairs," she took her purse and got out, leaving Damon alone in the room.

Fifteen minutes later, Damon found Elena on the couch in the living room, waiting for him.

"I couldn't find it, so let's go!" he said and Elena followed him towards the car without a word. She could tell he was still angry, pissed and frustrated; over all, he was in a very bad mood.

They drove in silence all the way to the fancy restaurant. Elena peeked at him from time to time to see if his expression had changed and she caught him checking her out once or twice. He immediately looked ahead, pretending it didn't happen. The dress she'd chosen tonight was a simple, black dress that covered most of her upper body, but it was still pretty short as the position she had in the car left her legs uncovered.

Damon's hands took a firm grip on the leather wheel. 'Why on earth does she look so damn good?' he asked himself. 'Il est difficile de vaincre ses passions, et impossible de les satisfaire.'** He figured he was just starting to realize what Marguerite De La Sabliére** had meant by that.

The underground parking was packed and they had to drive all the way to the 3th level to find an empty space. There were just four or five other cars parked on that level and Damon chose to park on the opposite side of the elevator. He got out of the car and quickly walked around to the other side to open the door for Elena.

He waited until she was out of the car before slamming the door shut and push her up against it. His hand reached for the tiny purse in her hand and placed it on top of the car while kissing her neck. Fast, sharp tongue movements made it hard for Elena to breathe properly. She could feel his eager hands caressing her hips, her waist and her lower back while the other one was massaging her right breast through her dress.

"I want you again," Damon said before kissing her; his lips seized hers in a way that left no question that they belonged to him. He captured her bottom lip between his teeth and bit lightly, making Elena groan softly. Damon pushed his hips forward and Elena gasped at the feeling of his full erection against her lower abdomen.

"Here? Now?" she asked between kisses.

"Yes," he answered, pushing her a few steps forward. He turned her and bent her over the hood of the car, crushing her breasts against the warm board. He raised her tight dress all the way to her waist, taking advantage of her exposed legs to caress them. She heard a tearing sound, and imagined he'd be using a condom this time.

Damon unzipped his fly and his dick practically jumped out of his boxers. He lowered them a few inches, not bothering to lower his pants over his hips; they were still in a public place and if someone would decide to pass by, he'd have to move fast. He rolled the thin, pale-red rubber on himself and brushed her panties aside. His hunger for her was deep and powerful; he'd only had a taste this morning and already he wanted more, he wanted to devour her piece by piece.

Once inside her, both Damon and Elena forgot they were in a public parking and Elena started moaning loudly, making Damon call her name in pure bliss. It felt so good to be inside her…good enough to become addicted.

He placed his hands on each side of her hips and started thrusting in and out of her faster and deeper, sending her further and further on the slippery surface. It took them no more than five minutes to come undone at the same time.

Pulling out of her, Damon took out a small paper handkerchief from his pocked and handed it to Elena. She mumbled a 'thanks' and wiped her own juices from her opening. She saw Damon from the corner of her eye, taking off the condom and making a little knot into it; he fastened his pants again, took the soaked handkerchief from her and walked over to throw them in the garbage that was just two metres away from them.

Elena was desperately trying to remove a white stain from the edge of her dress as they were walking towards the elevator.

"I think I have another napkin," Damon said, pulling out a small, wrinkled piece of paper and handing it to her. Elena took it and gave it back a few moments later.

"That would be your best man's speech," she whispered, her voice slightly amused. Damon smirked, then he smiled and soon he was laughing like a fool. To think he'd almost wiped his dick with it. His laugh was real and compelling, making Elena burst into laughter as well.

After he was done, Damon wiped away the tiny tear in the corner of his eye. He hankered down and started rubbing the material of her dress to get the stain out. When he was done, the white stain was barely visible and she felt relieved.

"Thank you," Elena murmured. He said something like 'don't mention it' and guided her towards the elevator. Once the doors closed, he pushed the button that had 2# marked on it. He curled his hand around her waist and pulled Elena closer to him. From reflex or something, she let her head droop onto his shoulder and her lips parted in surprise when she felt a soft kiss in top of her head.

***we pay the price***

As soon as they got back from the rehearsal dinner, Elena retired into the shower. She'd been feeling him on her skin this whole time and she had no words on how the thought of it made her feel. During his cousin's speech, Damon had managed to slip his hand under the table and caress her thighs, his fingers slowly gliding up and down, every move pushing her thin skirt higher to uncover her smooth legs.

What this man was doing to her should have been illegal, she should've been able to defend herself and be given an attorney to help her with that. A simple touch from him and her body was on fire. A quick glance and she could feel it deep in her belly. All she could think about was him. She closed her eyes and imagined every little beautiful and perfect detail about him.

The tiny shampoo bottle slipped from her hand and hit the bathtub with a loud noise when she heard the door open.

"Are you ok in there?" Damon asked.

"Uh…yeah…" she answered, unsure.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

**- Adonis- Greek God of beauty and desire; famos for making many Godesses fall in love with him; one of them being the beautiful Aphrodite and being his one and only weakness.

**- french saying that translates: 'It is difficult to master your passions and impossible to satisfy them'

**- french poet.

N: So, it finally happened, I hope it was worth the wait, review and let me know!