A/N: Surprise!

I decided to post two chapters to make up for the long wait.

As an apology this chapter will be filled with Delena.

Chapter 6. Home Alone.
As soon as the cars was gone from the driveway, the door to the boarding house had barely closed before Damon and Elena clashed together, their lips moving against each other in sync.
She ripped his shirt from his body and her hands traveled down his chest and over his stomach, until she reached his jeans.
He tore her tank top from her body and pressed her tighter against him, so they were pressed together.
He moved them so they were laying in front of the fireplace with him on top of her, his hands braced on either side of her arms, they were pressed together everywhere. Her legs wrapped themselves around his hips holding him in place.
Then she pushed him up with vampire speed, and also used her vampire strength to move them to the couch where she was now straddling him, their lips glued together.

When Elena opened her eyes the first thing she saw was a sleeping Damon beside her.
Then she took a look on the watch and saw that it was 2pm, she jumped up and forgot for a moment she didn't wore any clothes, and stared.
Broken furniture was everywhere, some pillows on the couch was torn to pieces, and wooden splinters from a table was spread all over the room, she realized what table it was when glass was spread over the floor mixed with some liquid, they had broken the table where Damon kept his bourbon.
She wrapped a sheet around her body, and bent down to Damon.
"Damon! Damon, wake up!" she said and shook him awake, he groggily opened his eyes and looked disoriented around.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Zach and the others will be back in a couple of minutes, we have to get up." Elena said.
"We will only use our amazing speed to get dressed." Damon muttered, and Elena huffed.
"And is that supposed to replace the broken furniture too?" she asked dryly, that made Damon look up.
"What broken furniture?" he asked, and looked around the room, and his eyes widened at the mess.
"I´m afraid we destroyed your liquor." she said and
Damon´s eyes fell on the liquid on the floor mixed with broken glass and wooden splinters.
He also saw the torn pillows and grimaced.
"That will be harder to fix." he said, "let's get dressed first."
They flashed up to his room and got dressed.
When they got downstairs they had made up a lie to why the parlour was such a mess: burglars. Damon and Elena had been out for a walk and when they had gotten back the house had been a mess.
They was picking up splinters when the door opened, and they heard several gasps.
"What the hell happened here?" Zach asked, directing the question at Damon and Elena who was now throwing the splinters into the fire.
"Well, we went out for a walk and when we got back it looked like this. We would guess on burglars, you know with mask, crowbar and a evil smile." Damon said raising his hands like he was actually holding a crowbar.
Then everyone started helping Damon and Elena cleaning up mostly throwing things in the fire such as fabric from the torn pillows and the splinters.
After a while the parlour looked the same, except that the couch now missed some pillows and Damon was sulking over his destroyed liquor table.
Elena was sitting on her and Damon´s bed, holding Damon´s hand and Stefan looked down at them.
The three vampires flinched when they heard how someone screamed.
"How could you?! It is my sister!"
"I guess Markos told Monique about his secret." Elena said.
"I didn't come here to blame the mess that was done to the parlour on you, even though I'm pretty sure you had something to do with it." Stefan said. "I'm here to ask you to help me get Katherine back."
The request took both Damon and Elena by surprise, both of them had forgotten about Katherine, that was not in the tomb.
"Right," Damon said. "How the hell are you supposed to do that?"
"There is a witch that knows a spell that can open the tomb . . ." Stefan started, but was cut off by Damon.
"Uh uh, I'm not getting involved with some witch, I have lived enough in the supernatural world to know that any idea involving witches equals bad idea, very bad idea." Damon snapped.
"What makes you think you could possibly trust her?" Elena snapped, her dark eyes growing darker.
"Funny that you say that Elena," Stefan said. "Because I thought you would jump at the chance of getting your sister back."
"That was a low blow," Elena said, and was up from the bed and had Stefan against the wall by the throat quicker than the unknowing vampire could follow.
"And apparently she didn't love you enough to tell you that . . ." the rest of what Elena would say got lost when Damon covered her mouth with his hand.
"Don't tell him the only thing we have against him." he whispered in her ear, and pried gently her hand from Stefan's neck.
Elena turned to Damon then to exchange a look, before she turned to Stefan again and in one swift motion snapped his neck, Stefan fell to the floor and Elena just looked at him without moving a muscle.
Damon and Elena put Stefan in his bed and made it look like he was asleep, before they vamped out to Damon´s car, and was soon off towards New York, away from Mystic Falls and Stefan, and Markos, and Monique.

Next Day
After a stop on the road to check in on a motel, and to refill their supply of blood, they were in:
"New York," Damon exclaimed when they went out of the car, "the city that never sleeps."
Elena threw a look at him over the car´s roof.
"Really?" she said sarcastically. "I didn't notice."
Damon rolled her eyes at her, and closed the door to the driver´s side. He walked over to her side, and took her hand making her look at him.
"So . . ." he said. " . . .where do you want to go first?"
Elena looked up and down Broadway and bite her lip.
"How about we check in on a hotel, and then go shopping. And then later tonight we could go to a club." she suggested and Damon smirked.
"Whatever you want darling." he said and they started walking.

A couple of minutes later they were in a big suite in a luxurious hotel, the bed was queen sized, with white sheets and a silvery silk blanket, draped over one of the corners.
Above the bed was circle shaped mirrors in different sizes.
The parts of the room Damon loved the most was the mini bar and the giant bathroom, open like his was back at the boarding house.
There was two golden sinks and mirrors above them. The shower was huge and with glass doors and walls, and the shower was like a separated room with a bathtub in it, a big bathtub with two steps to get in and was placed in front of the window, giving them an amazing view of New York. On the balcony they had their own pool and some couches and armchairs.
And thanks to the magic of compulsion they were staying for free and the staff was not allowed to disturb them, unless it was an emergency.
Elena was taking a shower when Damon walked in, already carrying a glass of some kind of liquor, he just leaned against the doorframe and watched her, the steam created a thin surface on the glass doors, shielding her naked body from his gaze.
"Did you know it's rude to stare?" she said and Damon blinked and straightened.
"So you say I'm not allowed to watch my wife when she is taking a shower." he said and saw how Elena brushed away some of the steam on the glass to smile at him.
"That was not what I said." she argued.
And she turned off the water and opened the door to grab her robe and tie it around her body.
Damon put down his glass on the sink and pulled her to him so their bodies was pressed together.
"So you don't mind if I do this then?" Damon whispered, his lips close to hers, and he untied the robe and made it fall to the floor.
"No," she responded.
"Or when I do this?" he said and placed his hand on her naked thigh.
Elena shook her head, her eyes had gone from dark brown to black.
"Or this?" he whispered huskily, his lips brushing against hers, and he pulled the hand upwards.
She shook her head. "Do you mind if I do this?" she whispered just as huskily before slamming their lips together. They twined around each other like a pair of snakes, his hands rested now on her bare back pressing her harder against him.
She opened his shirt and pushed it off his shoulder and threw it somewhere on the bathroom floor, he moaned against her mouth when their naked chests pressed against each other.
As they stumbled towards the bedroom, never breaking the connection between their lips.
They fell down on the bed with her under him, she undid the buckle on his belt and pushed her jeans down his legs with her feet.
His hands braced on the sheets underneath them, and she were tousling his head when she ran her hands through it.
She rolled her hips against his, making him moan against her lips and press her deeper into the soft mattress.
"I love you," she whimpered against his lips.
He groaned at what those simple words, but was so true did to him.
"I love you too." He whispered against her lips, and pulled back to kiss her neck, she arched her head backwards to give him better access, he gently bit her skin, and she whimpered.
He lifted her hands above her head and intertwined their fingers together.

After a while he rolled off her and laid beside her, their hands tightly entwined with each other between them, she turned to lay on her side and watched him with heavy lidded eyes, and it didn't take long for her to fall asleep.
Damon raised himself a little to look what time it was, only six on the evening, she could sleep for a while.
Three hours later Damon woke her up, and when she sat up he handed her a bag.
"What is this?" she asked, and looked inside the bag.
"When you were sleeping I went out to buy us some clothes. And since we are going to a club I thought that would fit." he said, and Elena took out the piece of clothing from the bag.
Damon had always been good at buy things for her without her help, he knew exactly what she liked and had great taste in clothes, too.
The dress that was inside the bag was in a blue colour, edging between light and dark blue, the fabric was glistening like silk, and on the left side was a flower shaped hole, revealing some skin on her stomach, back and thigh.
It was a one shoulder dress and the strap was thin.
Elena's eyes widened at it, it was perfect.
"Oh my god, Damon it's perfect." she said, and he smirked.
"Of course it is perfect, I choose it." he said and she raised an eyebrow.
"Cocky much?"
"Oh honey you know I am." he said and she lightly smacked his chest and went to put on the dress.
When she emerged from the bathroom again, Damon's eyes widened at the sight, she looked magnificent with the dress hugging her curves on the right places.
She had put up her hair in a advanced up doing and only some strands were hanging loose.
He then gave her another bag with a pair of shoes in, a pair of black platform stilettos.
On the strands wrapped over her toes was in some silver material and when she put them on, she was more his high.
"My princess." he said and extended his hand to her, he was already dressed for the night, she took his hand and let him led her out of the hotel and to one of the clubs in New York, and with some help of compulsion Elena got in.
When they walked inside a pulsing light was blinding them, and the beat of the music would make any humans almost feel their hearts beat to the music.
A guy went past them and reached out to place a hand on Elena, but she flung around and glared at him, it was not a good idea to hit on a 600 year old vampire, and definitely a bad idea when her husband who also was a vampire was standing beside her.
Elena judged it was green and everyone was drunk so they wouldn't notice anything, so she sank her fangs into the guy's neck, and drank until he fell lifeless to the floor, not a single drop of blood had touched lower than her chin.
She turned back to Damon before walking backwards out on the dancefloor, where bodies were pressed close together as people danced to the hypnotic music, Damon followed her still keeping some distance. He could feel some of the girls in the club look at him, but he kept his eyes on Elena, then he stopped just to watch Elena move her body in perfect rhythm to the music.
While he watched her a girl came up to him, the light was making her hair look like it was in many different colours, she smiled at him in a way she must think was flirtatious.
"Hey, what does a guy like you do here alone?" she said, Damon barely spared her a glance.
"Who said I was here alone?" he said, making his tone slightly cold.
"I don't see any girl here." she argued and Damon looked fully at her.
"Just because you don't see her doesn't mean she doesn't exist." Damon snapped, and Blondie looked slightly taken aback of his tone.
"Why don't you dump her and we can go and have some fun." she said, making her voice husky, and it made Damon want to puke.
"I would never do that to Elena, and even if I did, which I won´t, she would go after you." Damon wheezed, his eyes going to Elena on the dancefloor, and by the look on her face he knew she could hear every word they said.
"Elena? That´s her name?" Blondie asked. "Is she blonde? I have a feeling you like blondes, and by the way she sounds like a possessive freak."
That made Damon snap, "Actually that is her name, and she is not blonde. I happen to have a thing for brunettes." he snarled and without casting one look at Blondie he started making his way towards Elena, but he caught look on the expression on Blondie´s face.
He reached Elena, and placed his hands on her waist and her arms went around his neck.
"I could kill her," she snarled her eyes transfixed on Blondie who was watching them with jealous eyes. "She is obviously one of those girls who can't take a hint."
They continued to dance, when Damon suddenly saw Blondie making her way to them, and sighed.
"She-devil, on the way." he whispered in her ear, and she looked over her shoulder and her eyes went cold when she saw her.
"Do you mind if I jump in here?" Blondie asked and Elena gave her a glare that could make any being, vampire or human, turn to ashes.
"Yes, actually I do mind." Elena snapped, and at the same time felt how Damon´s hand stroke her skin where the flower was showing it.
Blondie turned to Damon, "is this the Elena you were talking about?" she asked and Elena resisted the temptation to snap Blondie´s neck right there and then.
"She is standing right here, you know." Elena snapped, and heard how a guy close by whispered.
"Cat fight."
She ignored him, and focused on Blondie who continued to flirt with Damon. Elena wrapped one arm around Damon´s waist and placed the other one on his chest, while his arm was around her shoulders.
"Will you please leave?" Elena said and heard how Damon groaned beside her, muttering:
"Compulsion," under his breath, and Elena chuckled.
"I get to stay here if I want." Blondie said and Elena's eyes narrowed.
"I'm not telling you to leave the club, idiot, even though that would be a huge relief, I´m telling you to leave us." Elena gestured between herself and Damon. "alone."
Blondie opened her her mouth to reply, and closed it again, she pressed her lips to a thin line before turning on her heel and rushed away.
"Do you think she will leave us alone?" Damon asked.
"Hell no, but next time we make sure she knows you are not interested." Elena said and smiled at him, her canines on display.

After almost an hour Damon and Elena had joined a couple at one of the tables standing against the walls, they were talking and Elena and the girl came along well, same went with Damon and the guy. Their names was Amanda and Marcus.
Elena had somehow ended up in Damon´s lap and her left arm was wrapped around his neck, not that he complained but it was very distracting, having her so close to him.
"How long have you been together?" Amanda asked, her blue eyes shining with curiosity.
"For two years." Elena answered, her hand stroking the side of Damon´s neck, she had decided on two years because she couldn't exactly tell them she and Damon had been together for 145 years, they would think she was crazy.
"And I love him just as much as I did when we met," Elena said.
Damon chuckled, "mhm, I love you too," he said, and she pressed her lips against his, her right hand was resting behind his ear while his left hand was stroking her cheek.
When they pulled away Amanda was shining.
"You two are just so adorable," she gushed and Elena smiled.
"Thank you, you two too." she said and if possible Amanda was shining even more.
"What is this?" Damon whispered in Elena's ear, way too low for human ears. "Elena Salvatore gives compliments? Why haven't I gotten any?" he teased, and Elena smiled.
"I give you compliments every time I kiss you." she whispered back, and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
After a while Damon dragged Elena out on the dancefloor, and Amanda and Marcus was following them out on the floor.
Damon and Elena was dancing close together, their bodies rubbing against each other.
Just as they were getting lost in the music and in each other a scream pierced the air and immediately the tension in the room changed.
Blondie came running out on the floor, her dress covered in fresh blood.
"A body, someone is dead!" she screamed hysterically, and looked around with wide eyes. "His neck was torn out." she was close to fainting, and stumbled towards Damon and probably hoped he would catch her if she fainted.
Which means that since Damon was . . . Well . . . Damon, he didn't catch her when she fainted.
Both Damon and Elena knew what she was talking about, she had found the guy Elena had killed when they first got there.
Confusion erupted when everyone tried to get a glimpse of the body, Elena pretended to be disturbed by the sight when she saw the body and hide her face in Damon´s chest.
The police came to the club, and didn't let anyone leave until they had questioned every single person in the club, Damon and Elena was sitting in a corner, talking like nothing had happened.
They didn't bother listening on the questions the police asked, they had answered them before, and they hadn´t changed through the years.
Then a police officer made his way over to them, his eyes lingering a little too long on Elena, as her dress had rode up when she had sat down on Damon´s lap.
"I'm here to ask some questions, if that's okay." he said.
"You are going to do it anyway, so go ahead." Elena said and looked lazily up at the officer while her fingers played with Damon´s hair at the base of his neck.
The officer blinked a little at the cold reply, before collecting himself.
"Did you see anything suspicious? Anything at all?" he asked.
"No! How were we supposed to do that, if you hadn't noticed I can inform you that it is very dark in here" Elena snapped.
Then she stood up and Damon liked the fact the she was taller than the officer, she towered over him.
"You are going to leave us alone, we are not the guilty ones." she said and compelled him, when he was gone Damon stood up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle.
"C'mon, let´s go." he said and they vamped out from the club and back to their hotel.
"Can't we go anywhere without people getting killed?" Elena said and Damon chuckled.
"That is because it is us that is the killers, and there is always someone who is going on our nerves." he pointed out, and Elena shrugged.
"Good point," she said. "Then why didn't we kill Blondie?" she asked after a while.
"That!" Damon said. "Is as very good question."
Elena was thinking of how Blondie had hoped Damon would catch her, and ended up falling on the floor when Damon took a step to the side to avoid her, she cuckled when she recalled the scene.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Damon murmured gently, and Elena shrugged.
"Just thinking of when Blondie hoped you would catch her," Elena shook her head at the bizarre mental picture her mind conjured up when Damon actually caught Blondie. "I wonder how she will react when she realizes you actually hadn't caught her, oh! How I wish I could be there when she discovers it."
"She had made up this totally crazy fantasy about me being her boyfriend the moment she saw me, and that's why she wanted me to dump you, so when she realizes I hadn't caught her when she fainted she will probably be heartbroken, believing her ''boyfriend'' dumped her." Damon made air quotes around "boyfriend."
Elena nodded in agreement, moving closer to Damon, tilting her head up, their lips were inches apart when a piercing signal cut through the air. Damon groaned and pulled his phone from his pocket.
"What?!" he snapped, and Elena listened closely.
"Damon, you need to get away from New York." Came Stefan´s voice from the other side of the conversation.
"I don´t think so little brother, we are staying here for a while." Damon said.
"You can´t stay there, Markos was a vampire hunter, he is after Elena. He has been hunting her for years." Stefan explained, and Elena sighed.
"Stefan, I´m 600 years old, I think I can handle a human." Elena said, rolling her eyes at the impossible scenario when a human defeated her.
"No, you don't understand! He is fast, and knows how to handle a stake, before he left to go after you, he said something like ´I'm going to hurt her like she hurt me` or something like that." Stefan said.
"Stefan," Elena said. "That is ridiculous, I've never met him in my life, he . . ." she trailed off when realization dawned on her, she cursed silently.
"Damnit, now I know what he meant, he isn't out to kill me, he is out to hurt me like I hurt him, I didn´t realize it at first but now I understand. I killed his girlfriend, so that means . . ." Elena stared at Damon with wide eyes, that for the first time in 600 years reflected fear.
"He is coming after me, to kill me" Damon said. "Killing me will cause you as much pain as killing his girlfriend did to him." he sounded oddly calm despise the situation.
Elena hung up on Stefan without any goodbye.
"Come on, we're leaving." she said, and Damon stared after her.
"What?! No! We just got here, we are staying." he protested.
"No, I was fine with staying if he was coming after me, but it isn't me he is after, it is you and that´s quite another matter." she said.
"Elena, it is just the same thing if he was coming after you." Damon said.
"No it is not. I can't lose you!" she said. "Just the bare thought of spending my future without you makes me wanna kill myself." she snapped.
"And you don´t think I feel the same way?" Damon said. "You could not have more wrong."
"Damon, I'm 600 years old and those years have been the best of my life, especially these 145 years with you, I have lived long enough." Elena said, her strength seemed to disappear out of her.
"Why do you say that like it is a goodbye?" Damon asked warily, and Elena walked up to him.
"I love you, nothing will ever change that." she whispered, she placed a soft kiss on his lips.
When she pulled back, she acted quicker than he could follow, she snapped his neck and made him fall unconscious to the floor. Then she put him in bed, and placed one last kiss on his lips, before vamping out of the room, not looking back because she knew that if she did she wouldn't be able to leave, and go through with her plan.
She felt horrible for doing something like that to Damon, and when she had enough distance between the hotel where her soulmate was, she fell against the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks, luckily her make up was waterproof.
When she had calmed down and the tears had stopped stream, she checked in on another hotel before going out to shop and get a new phone, she had left hers with Damon so he wouldn't be able to track her.

Elena hadn't left her room in two days, not even to go out and feed, she had ordered room service and fed on the guy delivering her stuff, that she had sent back with him.
She was sitting on the bed, her eyes were closed and she was remembering all her times with Damon during these 145 years.
Then she felt Markos´ presence in New York, and was immediately out the door, she found him fairly quickly, at least before he found Damon.
"Markos, what a surprise." She said dryly and the guy in question spun around, she looked around in the empty alley they were standing in.
"Elena, I knew I was going to find you here. Tell me," he said softly. "where is Damon?"
"I won´t tell you a thing, but I have come to offer you to kill me instead, I know that it is not what you are after, but please don't hurt Damon, he had nothing to do with it." Elena said. "I think you would feel much better if you got to kill the killer of your precious girlfriend, who was by the way, delicious." Elena said and licked her lips, she was only trying to get a reaction out of him.
"At least before I got her to hang herself." Elena continued, her method was working. Markos looked close to attack her.
"And before that she stabbed herself a dussin of times. the interesting about that was that I had nothing to do with it." Elena said, and then paused and pretending to think. "Oh wait! Right I had everything to with that." she continued.
That´s when Markos flung himself at her and at the same time pulling out a stake he had hidden, then he stopped with the stake just above her chest where her unbeating heart was.
"You are not fighting," he stated. "Why are you not fighting?"
"Because I'd rather it be me than Damon that you kill." Elena said, and Markos just pushed the stake slightly into her chest, not even touching her heart, and she gasped, her eyes widened.
"Go ahead," she said and gripped his hand that was holding the stake. "do it, push it the last bit." she said and started pushing on his hand, and at the same time pushing the stake into her chest. "I dare you," she snarled and without hesitation Markos pushed the stake the last distance to her heart.
Elena gasped when the stake pierced her heart, her years with Damon flashing before her eyes, the day he proposed, the day of their wedding, the vows.
Then she fell to the ground, becoming lifeless, Markos threw one last glance at her before turning his back to her and walked away.

Elena opened her eyes, she was laying on the bed in the room she and Damon had checked in on, what am I doing here? she thought, she looked down at her chest and saw that the stake was still protruding from her chest, she took a deep breath and hold back a scream when she pulled the stake from her chest.
She looked around the room and saw Damon sitting in a chair, he was sleeping, traces of dried tears on his cheeks. Elena stood up and gasped slightly, her hands pressing to her chest, feeling the hole from the stake in her skin.
She walked over to Damon and brushing gently away his hair from his forehead, and his eyes snapped open, those blue orbs was filled with sorrow and grief.
He stared at her and then jumped to his feet, he didn´t say anything when he ran a hand down her cheek, he closed his eyes and smiled.
"I am so mad at you right now." he said and opened his eyes again.
"Of course you are," she responded, then he smashed his lips against hers and hers opened beneath the pressure, and his tongue entered her mouth, stroking against hers.
As they stumbled backwards towards the bed, he pulled her shirt over her head, the hole in her skin had closed and her skin was once again flawless.
She ripped open his shirt and just as she threw it on the floor, her knees hit against the edge of the bed and they fell down on it.
A couple of hours later, Elena was laying on Damon´s chest, drawing lazy patterns on his stomach, their legs were entangled beneath the sheet, and he was pulling a hand through her hair.
"I guess I can be mad at you later." he said and Elena cuckleed and placed a soft kiss on his skin.
"Much later," she said huskily before pressing her lips against his, he wrapped his arms around her waist, she turned to she was laying on her left side, so she could reach better.
"We will talk about this when Markos is gone." Damon murmured, before rolling her on top of him.
They just laid there, kissing, with his arms around her waist and her hands on his chest.
After a while she slowly pulled back, and only looked into his blue eyes that had gotten back their light, they sparkled like a diamond in sunlight.
Then she moved a little, she wrapped her arms around his torso, her arms were pressed into the mattress by his weight. She rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him from beneath her lashes, he was twining and untwining her hair from his fingers as he played with it.
Neither of them said anything, they just laid there in silence.
"Do you think he will leave us alone now?" Damon asked for a while, and Elena nodded her head, her chin brushing against his skin when she did.
"Yes, he think he killed me, so he will leave us alone, we can call Stefan tomorrow and see if he is back in Mystic Falls." she said, and Damon chuckled. "What?" she asked.
"Sweetheart, it is tomorrow today, it is seven in the morning," he said and Elena turned to look at the watch, the red numbers shone back at her 7:45pm, she chuckled too.
"Well, we were busy all night we deserve a late morning." she said.
"We didn't exactly sleep all night," he pointed out, pulling a finger along her spine. She pushed herself up until her lips just brushed against his.
"Not exactly," she said and pressed her lips against his.
He sat up and she followed his movements, so she was now seated on his lap and was straddling him, her knees on either side of his hips and her legs aligned with his. She was pressed against him, and her arms was wrapped around his back, pressing her harder against him.
She tilted her head to the right and opened his mouth allowing his tongue to enter her mouth and they moaned into each other mouths. She took his bottom lip between her teeth and pulled gently at it, sucking it into her mouth and he moaned, she nipped gently at his lip and rolled her hips against his.
And suddenly she was on her back and Damon´s weight was pushing her into the mattress, he tore his mouth from hers and kissed down her throat and even lower, he ran his hand in the same path as his mouth. Her back arched up from the mattress and her abdomen pressed against his mouth where is currently was placing open mouthed kisses against her skin.
Both their breaths were coming in heavy pants, and his hot breath ghosted across her heated skin and the muscles in her stomach leaped under his touch.
When she tried to sit up and pull him up to her lips, he violently pushed her back into the mattress, she groaned in protest at the move.
"No, you is going to be punished for what you did," he whispered against the skin of her thigh.
"Being punished for what?" she panted, she barely got any words out through her heavy breathing.
"For snapping my neck, and going on a suicide mission." he said and nipped gently at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, leaving a love bite that instantly healed.
"Oh, that, oh god." the last part came out in a moan when he licked a path down the inner side of her left leg.
Then he pushed back up to her and kissed her hungrily, their tongues dancing with each other, and rolling their bodies against each other.
Her hands were clawing on his back and he went to kiss her neck, he pulled back and their eyes met, then he fell back to kiss her neck and she closed her eyes.
Then a familiar piercing signal cut through their lust filled state, Damon growled against her neck, and ripped his phone from the nightstand.
"What?" he growled. "You have a really bad timing." He looked down at Elena beneath him, her dark eyes was in a even darker tone due to the need the both of them was feeling.
He didn't even listen to what Zach was saying, he snapped something at him before hanging up and turned off his phone, before throwing it across the room.
"I love you," she whispered in Bulgarian and Damon smiled, she had learned him Bulgarian a couple of years ago and he spoke it almost as fluently as she did.
"I love you too," he responded. A couple of years back Damon had still been fascinated by the fact that Elena could speak more languages that existed on Earth, she even spoke some foreign languages, and he discovered she could speak more even now.
She leaned up to kiss him but he pulled back.
"Don´t think I haven´t forgotten I was going to punish you." he whispered seductively in her ear.
"That was kind of what I was hoping for." she admitted, and he chuckled.
"I don´t forget things that easily." he whispered, his lips brushing hers when he spoke, teasing her. But then he pulled back and got off the bed, Elena fell back against the soft sheets and groaned in annoyance.
"Where are you going now?" she asked.
"Tapping up water for a bath." he said and walked into the bathroom, Elena got off the bed and wrapped the sheet around her naked body and walked after him, the fabric of the sheet dragged after her.
She stood in front of the sink, looking at herself in the mirror, then Damon walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her chest from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder, they stood there for a while until he pulled back.
"The bath is ready." he said, and Elena took a deep breath and let go of her hold on the sheet, it fell to the floor.
When she walked up the stone steps to the bath, Damon was already in the water, and since it was Damon, it was a bubble bath, the bubbles shielding his perfect body from her gaze.
She went into the boiling hot water, she sat down between his legs and leaned her back against his chest and his arms wrapped themselves around her waist. She let the hot water loosen up her tense muscles after her night with Damon, she closed her eyes and sighed contently.
She both felt and heard Damon chuckle behind her, they just sat there enjoying each others company.
"You know," Damon said eventually. "I should probably undo the compulsion." he said thoughtfully.
"What compulsion?" she asked, and he started stroking her stomach, she didn´t know if he knew he was doing it.
"I might have compelled half the town to look for you, I can't even remember how everyone single one of them looked like." he admitted and Elena laughed, it was such a typical Damon thing to do, compelling half the town, that was one of the largest in the world, and then forgetting what every single human looked like.
"That is such a typical Damon thing to do." she told him with a smile and turned her head to look at him.
"What is?" he asked.
"Doing such a weird thing and then just mention it casually like it was something natural." she said.
"You're one to talk," he said. "If I recall right, it was you who told me a story of a vampire who was madly in love with a humanity less vampire and compelled an entire country to look for him."
"And she turned on his humanity," Elena said, and Damon smirked.
"She turned on more in the vampire than the humanity," he said and she lightly hit him over the chest, the movement caused the water to brush against their skin, and also making her back lightly move against his chest.
She turned around, her lips centimeters from his.
"I would kiss you if I didn't know where that would lead us." she whispered.
"And where would it lead us?" he whispered.
"Back to bed," she whispered, and pulled back and he groaned.
"Patience, I promise you will get what you want." she said.
"Are you ready to put money where your mouth it?" he said, she didn't answer.
"Patience is a virtue." She said, smirking. After a while the water got cold, and when Elena stood up Damon gripped her hips to keep her from falling, and then let his hands run over her thighs and legs when he dropped them from her hips.
She waited at the side of the tub until he had gotten out of the water and stood at her side, then she walked out the glass door and wrapped a towel around her body, and he wrapped one around his hips.
She walked out of the bedroom and picked up his phone, it had gotten a crack across the screen when he had thrown it across the room, she turned it on and saw that they had a lot of missed texts and calls, and one took Elena by surprise, not only the fact that it mentioned Katherine but that it was from Caroline.
"Damon!" she called. "Why do you have Caroline´s number?"
"I have?" Damon asked and walked up behind her to look at his phone over her shoulder. "Apparently, Stefan must have added it." he said and sounded genuinely surprised at finding Caroline´s number in his phone.
"What does it say?" he then asked.
Elena turned around towards him, it was something in her eyes that he couldn't really place.
Then she said three words that made him pack their bags and return to Mystic Falls.
"Katherine is back."

A/N: Okay, that was the chapter.

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