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A/N: As if you can't tell, school has started back and college isn't exactly friendly to fanfiction :( I shall try my best though! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Yes, it's a lot of dialogue. Hope that's okay :) Please feed my muse by reviewing! Reviews = chocolate (her favorite!)

CHAPTER SIX:

As the sound of the limo driving away faded, Damon pushed Elena against the brick of the front porch. Thankfully, there was no risk of a car driving by and seeing them because they certainly weren't holding back. With her back up against the wall, Elena groans as Damon ravishes her.

"Damon... shouldn't we... go... inside?"

"Nope," he responds before slamming himself into her before she can say anything else.

"Oh my... Damonnn!"

"Elena! Yes!"

"Harder! Please!"

A few moments later, they come together in euphoric bliss. Straightening themselves out, they wrap their arms around one another and walk inside.

It was twenty one days later that Elena arrived at the boarding house to surprise Damon to find a surprise herself.

Walking into the house, Elena could sense something wasn't right. She stepped closer and closer to the kitchen as the girl's moans became louder and louder. Elena's heartbeat began to triple in speed, in fear of what she was about to witness. She knew he would probably be able to hear her and most likely knew the second she drove up. What Elena didn't know, however, was that if that was a good sign or a bad one. Taking one deep breath, Elena took the final step to see into the kitchen.

In that moment, Elena's emotions went through the roof. On the kitchen bar was a tall, slim blonde who was most likely either a cheerleader or model, quite possibly both. Damon was standing between her legs drinking from her neck while her legs were wrapped around his waist.

Elena knew he had to feed, she did. However, actually seeing it, brought upon several feelings she would rather not worry about such as jealously and a protectiveness towards Damon being hers and no one else's. What she was seeing now was so.. intimate that it made her extremely uncomfortable to be in the same room as them. It was as if they were lovers and she hated that. Feeling tears well up in her eyes, she sprinted towards the front door.

Failing at her attempt to run to her car, she stopped to realize she had bumped into someone on the front porch.

"Elena?"

"Oh, hey Stefan," she greets him while trying to inconspicuously wipe tears from her eyes.

"Have you been crying?"

"No."

"What is it? Is it Damon? If he's hurt you, I'll kill him," he says as he starts to go inside.

"No, Stefan. It's just..."

"Do you want to come inside and talk?

"Sure."

Elena follows Stefan inside and sits next to him on the couch.

"I came over to surprise Damon and walked into the kitchen to find him feeding on some blonde slut."

"Ah. I take it the two of you haven't talked about his... eating habits."

"No. I never really thought it was a big deal. I mean, he hasn't been killing people and I thought that was all I cared about."

"Then you saw them."

"Exactly. It looked so.. intimate."

"Feeding can be quite a pleasurable experience for both the vampire and human, if done correctly."

"I know... I just don't know what to do."

"You need to talk to him."

"Yeah, you're right. Thank you Stefan, really. You're a great friend. Even through all the horrible things I did to you. So thank you."

"No problem at all, Elena. I will always be here for you," he replies, as they lean forward into a friendly hug.

Damon walked into the living area from the kitchen to find Elena wrapped in the arms of Stefan on the couch.

"What the hell is going on here?"

At the sound of Damon's voice, Elena and Stefan broke apart quickly. Elena looked at Damon, first in shame but quickly followed by anger.

"A whole lot less than was going on in there," Elena snaps.

"I think I'll go upstairs and leave you two to talk," Stefan stated, wanting to be as far away from both of them as possible.

"Elena."

"Damon."

"Are you upset about something?"

"Am I UPSET? Nooo.. I think it's perfectly fine for you to be in intimate positions with hot cheerleader model sluts."

He chuckles. "You're jealous."

"I am NOT jealous.

"Then why do you care?"

"Because you're mine. No one else is allowed to wrap their legs around you. Got it?"

"You know, you're kinda sexy when you are all protective of me."

"Mmhmm."

"But Elena, you know I have to feed. So what would you suggest?"

"What's wrong with blood bags?"

"They are nearly impossible to get now that guards are blocking the supply and ingest vervain."

"How often do you need to feed?"

"If I drink warm, human blood, I can go three to four days without feeding again."

"Okay then. That works."

"I'm sorry... what works exactly?"

"You can feed from me."

"Elena."

"What? You don't want to?"

"Nooo that's not it."

"Then what? You've done it before. Several times in fact. So what's the problem?"

"I've never fed from you for survival. I've only taken a few ounces, at most. In order to feed, I would have to take a considerable amount. I would almost drain you. It's not something I would be comfortable with."

"You could give me your blood. That would replenish me."

"Sharing blood on a regular basis, like what we would be doing causes... side effects."

Elena's facial expression grew to one of worry which pleased Damon. He was trying his best to talk her out of this.

"For one, you could become addicted."

"I'm already addicted to you."

He smirks although he is inwardly uncomfortable.

"We would be connected in a way that is beyond human."

Elena's expression now grew to one of wonder and amazement. Damn it. This is not what he wanted. He thought for sure any mention of her being anything but human would turn her off to the idea.

"Beyond human?"

"Yes. You would be able to sense if I was close. Smell my scent. All of your other senses would be magnified too. Not as close as a vampire, of course, but a considerable amount above what human's can sense. You would be drawn to me though. No matter who else was around. Like... if your friends and I were in the same room and one of them was speaking to you, you wouldn't be able to really focus on them because I would be there, consuming all of you."

"Oh."

Finally! He knew she wouldn't be able to do anything that could hurt her friends.

"So we will just have to work around that. You aren't going to talk me out of this Damon. I want to be connected to you in every way possible. I know it can be pleasurable. I want to experience that. Please?"

"Elena, really? You had to go and use the please with the pouty face?"

"Yep," she replies, picking up his habit of smirking.

"Oh no, I've created a monster."

"Not again!" she replies sarcastically.

"Very funny Elena. I believe I may be rubbing off on you a little too much."

"Or not enough. What do you say?"

"To me rubbing on you? I'm all for it, baby. Let's go get it on."

"Ha ha ha. You know what I mean."

"Fine. I agree. But we're starting slow."

"You're still feeding on other girls?" she asks, raising her voice.

"Calm down, Elena. No. I just won't feed as often over the next few weeks. Once a week should be fine."

"If you're sure."

"I am."

"Good," she responds, pulling him close to her and kissing him forcefully, claiming him all to herself.