Chapter 8

Elena was standing in front of her full length mirror, adjusting the neckline of her dress. She was just putting her arms through the thin straps of the dress when she heard someone enter the room behind her. She turned around and saw Damon leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking at her appreciatively. 'Nice dress.' He said with a smile as he walked forward.

'Thanks. Can you do me up?' She asked as she turned away from him. The back of her corseted bodice was wide open, revealing the delicate skin of her back. Damon gasped before covering the sound with his usual smirk.

'Sure thing.' He said as he took a step closer to Elena, gently ghosting his fingers across the skin of Elena's shoulder blades before reaching the ties of the corset. He deftly tightened them, so that they pulled the material in enough to accent her waist, but not too much so she couldn't breathe. He tied the ribbons up in a neat bow before placing his hand on her shoulder, gently turning her around to face him. She looked up at him, her wide brown doe eyes curious and innocent.

'Is there any particular reason you came up?' She asked timidly, hoping against hope that he would say something that meant that she kiss him.

'I came to give you something.' Damon replied with a small, almost sad smile.

'Okay.' Elena said with an encouraging smile, taking an automatic step forward.

'I'm going to have to make you forget though. I wouldn't want it influencing your choice at all.' Damon said.

'Don't you dare make me forget anything Damon Salvatore. Unless I ask for you to.' Elena said sternly.

'Okay, okay.' Damon said, and with a final step forward, he put one finger under Elena's chin, tilted her chin up and brought her mouth to his. He put one hand on the back of Elena's neck, gently keeping her mouth secured to his, and his other hand went to the small of Elena's back, pulling her closer to him. Elena's arms went up and around Damon's neck, pulling him even closer. Her hands played with the hair on the back of his neck as his tongue gently pressed against her bottom lip, asking for access. She opened her mouth slightly as Damon's tongue went to duel with hers. She sighed into Damon's mouth as the kiss deepened. Elena's hands went to the buttons on Damon's shirt as she fought to undo them without breaking the kiss. Damon's fingers played with the ribbons of Elena's bodice as he contemplated undoing them and ruining his friendship with her if she regretted the decision.

'I'd already made my choice before you arrived.' Elena breathed, effectively ending the kiss as Damon pulled back, shocked.

'You have?' He asked, instantly regretting his decision to kiss her.

'Yeah. I chose you. I ended it with Stefan a month ago so I could figure out my feelings for you. I've already told him my decision, and I will not regret it. Ever.' And with that, she brought Damon's mouth back to her own. He immediately pulled back and looked back at her with disbelief.

'Really? You chose me?' He asked, shocked.

'Yes I did Damon. Now shut up and kiss me.' His lips crashed back on hers as he backed her up against the closed door. She moaned at the sudden contact and her legs twined up around Damon's waist allowing him to get even closer to her. He ground his hips into her as she finally managed to remove Damon's shirt. She threw it to the floor and unwound her legs from Damon and placed her feet back on the floor before gently pushing Damon backwards onto her bed. She kissed him aggressively as she straddled him. His hands found the ends of the ribbons holding the back of her dress closed and pulled, letting the ribbons unwind. He pulled the ribbons free before slipping the straps off of Elena's shoulders. He flipped them so that Elena was under him as he pulled the skirt of her dress up to her waist. He put one arm behind her back, and sat them up so that he could pull her dress over her head and let it fall to the floor. He laid them back down again, as Elena used her newfound vampire speed to flip them so that she could work the button and zipper on Damon's jeans. He stood up, pulled off his jeans and boxers before settling his weight over Elena once more.

'Please Damon...' Elena begged. 'I want you so much.'

'What? Did you think I undressed you and let you undress me just so we could get dressed again?' He smirked.

'Shut up you smug ass.' Elena said with a breathless laugh as she brought his head back down to hers, her tongue tangoeing with his. He hooked an arm behind her back and swiftly undid her bra before removing the straps from her arms. He removed her panties before kissing down her neck, down to her stomach, and then kissing the inside of each of hers thighs before plunging his tongue inside her, eating her out. Elena moaned as Damon went down on her.

'Oh my god, Damon.' Elena said as she felt her orgasm building inside her. 'Damon, I'm close.'

'Come for me Elena.' His voice caressed her name, and with that, she came, Damon drinking everything that she was giving him. While Elena was recovering from her orgasm, Damon kissed back up her stomach, to her lips which he captured in a searing kiss. While he was kissing her, Elena felt herself getting wet again. Damon thrust himself into Elena just as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He pounded into her repeatedly as he got them both closer to their impending orgasm.

'Fuck Elena, I'm close.' Damon panted.

'Me too. Come for me baby.' Her words sent him over the edge into one of the biggest orgasms he had experienced. Elena plummeted straight after him, moaning his name. They both lay together recovering from their intense fucking.

'So...where were you wearing the dress to?' Damon asked Elena, who was wrapped in his arms.

'Oh shit! I was supposed to meet Caroline and Bonnie at the Grill for a birthday drink.' She sat up and reached over to her bedside cabinet for her phone, which was still softly playing the song she was listening to while she was getting ready. There were five missed calls from Caroline, and a bunch of texts from both Bonnie and Caroline.

Elena, your late. Are you okay? Text me- C xx

Elena, care says you haven't replied to her text. Where are you?-Bon xx

Elena. You're a half hour late! Where the hell are you? Call me-Care xx

Elena, if I were you, I would phone Caroline. She's getting pretty pissed.-Bon xx

-Elena Gilbert. If you are not at the Grill in 5 minutes, I am coming to find you. No matter what the hell you are doing- C xx

The last message had just been sent. Elena quickly typed -hey Care, sorry I got caught up with Jeremy. He was talking to Ric's ghost about my love life. I'll be right there.- Elena xxxx

'You'd probably clue Jeremy in before Caroline finds him.' Damon replied with a smirk as he stood up and pulled his clothes back on. Elena grabbed a fresh set of underwear before pulling her dress back over her head. She turned around and Damon stepped up behind her, quickly doing the ribbons up before turning her around to face him.

'Thanks.' Elena said as she went to leave her room. Damon grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him.

'I'll pack you a bag. You're staying at mine tonight.' He said. 'Now, kiss me beautiful.' She kissed him and grabbed her bag and pushed her feet into her ankle boots. She kissed Damon again as she walked past him. 'I'll pick you up from the Grill. Just text me when you're ready to leave. I'll have a bag ready for you in the back of my car as well.'

'Kay baby, don't forget my make-up bag though. It's on the counter in the bathroom.' And with that, she was gone. In her rush though, she had forgotten about her hair. It still looked thoroughly fucked. She walked out the door, leaving Damon standing there with a smile, knowing exactly what was going to happen when Caroline and Bonnie saw her at the Grill.

When she got to the Grill, she walked in to see Caroline and Bonnie leaning by the bar talking to Matt. She walked over and said hi. 'Hey guys, sorry I'm late. Jer was talking to Ric about my love life of all things.' She caught Matt's eye, who was subtly trying to tell her that she still looked thoroughly fucked. Elena didn't twig however. It was only when Caroline said 'Elena. Who have you been fucking?' that she realised she hadn't re-applied her make-up or sorted her hair out. Instead of denying it, she flushed deep red. Bonnie shot her a sympathetic look as Caroline put her appearance together with her lateness. 'You weren't with Jeremy! You were busy fucking someone! I want the guy's name.' Caroline demanded.

'I tried to warn you.' Matt muttered under his breath. Elena shot him a look that clearly said You could have done a better job.

'Okay. Fine. I'll tell you. I've made my choice.' Elena began. Bonnie shot her a knowing look, while Caroline looked eager. 'Really? Who? Please tell me it's Stefan.' Caroline said, grabbing Elena's arm in her excitement.

'Care, do you really think Stefan would let Elena go out looking recently fucked?' Bonnie asked. 'It's obviously Damon. Right Elena?' Elena smiled at her friends intuitivety.

'Yes. Its Damon.'