The culmination of experience that I can only ever dream of is tearing your clothes off

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Damon stared at Elena.

"It's okay if you don't want to go..." Elena said awkwardly. "I guess, I'll see you later then."

Damon grabbed her. "Not so fast. I want to go. Just tell me what time."

"In the morning, about 10:30?"

"I'm driving."

Elena was going to Richmond and she invited him along. Damon couldn't believe it. A trip! Just time with his girl.

The following day...

Damon was immensely enjoying his drive with Elena. They were less than 10 miles away from the city.

"Can you drive over to the West End? I need to stop at Libbie and Grove Avenues."

"Is that the reason for your trip? For you to shop?"

"I'm picking something up. It won't take long. I'll do whatever you want after."

Damon agreed with her terms. He couldn't wait to play with his good girl.

Elena and Damon walked along the popular shopping district. He noticed her eyes lit up at a fancy lingerie store window. It turned him on that she enjoyed dressing up for sex. If she said the three words (I love you), then he would spoil her senseless with undergarments. He could easily spend eternity with Elena Gilbert The Sex Kitten.

Speaking of spending an eternity with someone... "Elena, did I forget about my proposal?" He asked genuinely confused, but in good humor.

"What proposal?" Elena asked distracted.

"This is a bridal store?"

"This is where I ordered my prom dress."

Elena walked up to the front counter. The receptionist asked her to wait for a fitting.

"Did you change your mind about Stefan?" Damon asked crossing his arms.

"Stefan? Huh?" Elena looked up at him confused. "What about him? I'm not going with him. Someone else asked me to go before he did."

"Oh." Damon processed the information.

Elena was called for the dressing room. She was gone for fifteen minutes or so. When she returned, she found Damon while her dress was packed.

"Do you have feelings for your date?" Did that sound pathetic? Probably, but come on, this was a strange turn of events.

Elena laughed. "No, I chose him based on height." She laughed some more. "I got asked by four guys if you count Stefan. It wasn't a big deal. Bonnie and Caroline would never speak to me if I decided not to go. They say it's a teen right of passage or whatever."

Elena obviously didn't care much about prom. It settled his nerves.

"There's a big after party at the falls, but I don't want to go. Could you pick me up at the dance? We could spend the night together."

"Of course, if that's what you want." Damon grinned.

The receptionist called her over.

"Just sign here and you're all set. Have a great prom." The receptionist placed the box on the counter.

"I got this." Damon picked up the box and carried it out to the Chevy.

Back in the car, Damon was distracted thinking about his girl. He wasn't happy about another guy touching her, but at least it wasn't Stefan. He knew it would be ridiculous to be her prom date and she likely felt the same way. Or maybe it didn't cross her mind to ask him? Whatever, it was a one time thing, he could deal. She wanted to be with him after the dance. That's what mattered.

"What time should we drive back?"

"I don't know, you pick." Elena continued looking out the window.

"Hmm. I have an idea. What if we stayed here? For the night?" He raised a brow.

Elena thought it over before answering.

"Um, sure? I'm not in a rush to be back. I miss the city. I wanted to stay overnight."

"Perfect. We will need a hotel room." He said seductively.

After a small debate, Damon checked them into a Hilton close to downtown. Elena complained that it would cost too much. Damon convinced her it was fine. He wanted them to be comfortable, plus he needed a room with a desk.

In the hotel room, Damon and Elena laid side by side on the bed.

"All this talk of prom is making me nostalgic about high school." Damon smirked.

"I'm surprised you can remember attending high school." Elena teased.

"I want to play a high school game."

Truth or Dare?

Seven Minutes in Heaven?

Elena laughed. "Okay. Which game?"

"You're my sexy teacher and I'm the bad student."

"Seriously?" Elena blushed.

Damon grabbed some props out of his duffel.

"You're Marry Poppins when it comes to sex."

He stared at her blankly.

"She has a magical bag, always equipped... nevermind."

Elena put on the fake glasses and tied her hair in a bun. Elena tried to be serious, but it was hard to keep a straight face.

"Ms. Gilbert, can you teach me number 69? I can't solve it by myself."

Elena pulled out the desk chair and crossed her arms. "Have a seat. Damon, you have been acting inappropriate in my class. I will not tolerate disobedience." She said sternly.

"Are you lecturing me?" He sneered.

"Do you need to be lectured?" Elena paused. "You have a history of being a bad boy. I will teach you how to behave. Your cockiness is insufferable."

"I would love your help with my cockiness..." Damon said while placing Elena's hand on his crotch.

"You will be punished for giving me a hard time." Elena grabbed his hand and slapped it 10 times with her wooden ruler.

"You will obey me. Say it."

"No." He grinned.

Elena slapped him on the face with the wooden ruler. She did it 10 times. "Say it."

"I will obey you."

"Good, time for a pop quiz. If you fail, you will be punished. If you pass, you will be rewarded."

Elena walked over to the bed and sat on its edge. "Damon, take off your shirt and get on your knees in front of me."

Damon did as she requested. He caressed her thighs with his hands.

"I didn't say you could touch me." Elena slapped his shoulder with the ruler. "I expect to have your close attention."

Elena pushed her skirt to her waist and removed her underwear. She spread her legs slowly before his face. He licked his lips admiring her slickness. He tried to touch her with one of his fingers, but she slapped his hand with the ruler. "How hard is it..." Elena paused to look down at the bulge in his pants. "for you to follow directions? Pay attention."

Elena brushed her hand against her nether lips. She teased her clit to prepare her body. Soon she was nearing release with three fingers moving in and out of her quim. Elena noticed Damon stroking his length through his jeans. She slapped his face with the ruler. "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself."

Elena continued working on herself until she climaxed. Small tremors went through her body as she relaxed against the bed. "Damon, lick up my cum." Her smell went straight to his crotch, he was painfully hard against the zipper of his jeans.

He readily attacked her like a man starved. He loved the taste of her. He swept his tongue along the full length of her slit. He lapped her clit, harder and harder, building pressure.

"Damon Salvatore, you're such a bad boy." Elena cooed still using her teacher voice.

She moved her lower body in time with his tongue. His arms wrapped around her hips to keep her in place. His tongue circled around her opening gathering her wetness. It didn't take long for her screams to fill the room as she hit her second orgasm. He kissed her clit a few times before standing up.

"Have you learned anything yet?"

"Ms. Gilbert, I'm going to show you exactly how cocky I am. Afterward, you can decide whether or not my bad behavior is a punishable offense."

Damon got her off the bed and leaned her over the desk. In seconds he unzipped his jeans and lowered his boxers. After moving aside her skirt, he entered from behind with a deep thrust. Her body bucked against him.

"Oh, oh, I... love, I looove, I love, oh!" Elena was mumbling as Damon moved in and out of her. Damon quickened his thrusts. She writhed her hips against him. "I love, I love, I love..."

She pulsed around him. "I LOVE THIS FEELING!" She screamed upon her third release.

Damon stopped moving inside her. Was he expecting her to say 'I love you'? His heart hurt, but the hurt turned into anger. She was his, damn her. He took her body roughly against the desk. Each time he slammed into her deeply. He reached for her shoulders to take her with greater force. She kept moaning while he dominated her. Something possessed him to fuck the confession out of her, but it never came.

Instead he found release and flipped her body over. He climbed on top of her on the desk. He stared at her face and said, "I love... this feeling, too." He smirked before kissing her until she was bruised.

After a one hour nap, Damon cleaned up and found Elena sitting at the desk, flipping through the room service book. He realized her need to eat presented an opportunity to take her on a 'date'. He would show off his girl, since they weren't in Mystic Falls.

"Let's go out."

"Can I order something to eat first? I'm starving."

"I'll take you somewhere to eat. Come on."

Elena got dressed in a navy dress that reached mid-thigh. She wore her hair up and fixed her make up. Damon thought she looked nice, yet a little conservative. However, when she reached for the room's door, he realized the dress was backless. He loved the idea of running his fingers on her soft skin all night.

In the elevator, she moved into his embrace and kissed him. The affectionate gesture made his heart hurt. He grabbed her hand as they exited the elevator, she looked up at him confused, but didn't say anything. He remained expressionless about the action as they walked hand in hand through the hotel lobby. They kissed while waiting for the valet to come around with his Chevy.

He took her to a darkly lit restaurant, the kind with candles on each table. She was surprised by the selection, but didn't protest. She was letting him choose whatever all night long.

Somewhere between dinner and dessert, Elena had a quirky little smile on her face.

"What are you smiling about?"

"You surprise me."

Damon didn't know what to say. He wasn't prepared for her explanation. He could have said something witty, instead he looked away expressionless.

Damon held her close as they walked along the street lined with nightlife. He settled on picking a lounge that had a 1920s feel to it. The couple ordered drinks and settled down in a comfy booth. Elena asked him questions about the time period. He told her about seeing F. Scott Fitzgerald binge drinking at a bar in Hollywood.

Damon kissed her over and over again. Elena was tipsy towards the end of the night. He thought she was adorable, just like he did at Bree's bar.

Back in the hotel room, they had slow, intense sex under the sheets. When it was over, he stared at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep.

Hours later... Damon stood at the room's window watching the sunrise. Check out would be in a few hours. He fell into a deep depression. He finished half the mini-bar, but it didn't unclench his heart.

He adores her.

Did she understand this?

A/N: I've been wanting to do a roleplay scene since that line on the show ("Do you need to be lectured?"). Elena's expression was priceless. The next chapter is prom. It will be intense and nothing like you can predict! I can promise that. BE GOOD & REVIEW :) You guys are awesome.