A/N: Life is kicking my ass right now. It's the first Christmas without a very close friend of mine and the anniversary of his death was earlier in the month and you know how you think life can't get worse? It does. Repeatedly.

If Damon were to consider his life right now he would go back to the Grill and drink again. He's playing video games. And enjoying it thoroughly.

"Smolderhalder to the Ripper, you go left I'll take the right." He says into his headset, Ripper responds and the two of them stake out the supposedly abandoned house.

The front door to Elena's house swings open and then slams shut.

"What are you doing?" Elena asks and Damon waves her away, focusing on slashing someone's throat. "My date was great if you cared." He did care. He just didn't care right now because he hadn't thought about what they were doing since he had started playing the game and he wanted to keep it that way. "I'm lying. It was terrible." He can hear her dropping her things on her kitchen counter before slouching into the couch beside him. "He was a jerk." Damon's hands tighten on the controller.

"All guys are jerks." He says as casually as he voice will allow.

"Can you say that from experience?" He looks at her sideways. "Don't pretend you haven't been with a guy. Everyone on Earth wants to be with you."

"Then you're lucky aren't you. You've had me." The words sound mocking and they both fall silent watching the screen as Damon shoots men down easily and quickly. "I know men are jerks because I'm one of them."

"You weren't always a jerk." Elena says quietly and Damon scoffs.

"Yeah I was, I just wasn't always a jerk to you."

"Why?" It catches Damon off guard and he blinks several times.

"I can't answer that." He murmurs and she sighs.

"Fine, then why did you start being a jerk to me?" He puts his controller down on the coffee table and pulls his headset off, tossing it beside the controller and turns in the seat to look at Elena.

The dress she wears makes Damon's heart flutter nervously and her hair is in ringlets around her face.

"I was jealous of Stefan because I thought you had chosen him so I did everything in my power to stop him being happy with you because," He stops at the anger flooding through her eyes, he ghosts his thumb along her cheek bone. "I thought you were mine, Lena. I thought that you could only be mine and I-I realised after, after it happened, that I am not good for you. I'm bad for you." She lifts her knees up onto the couch and their knees touch.

"You're only bad for me when you're being a jerk." She reaches her hand out and pushing it through his locks gently, her hand resting on his jaw line. "Stop being a jerk and we're good again." He raises his hand to hers.

"Elena," She shuffles closer to him and he mirrors her movements until their noses are touching. Elena pulls him onto her as she reclines and he settles between her legs easily. So easily. When his lips press to hers they both moan into the other's mouth. "You make me feel good." He moans when she lifts her hips to his putting pressure on his hardening bulge in his jeans.

"Yeah, I know." She smirks and he smirks back at her before lifting himself onto his elbows, one hand pushing hair back off her forehead softly.

"Cute. I meant that you make me feel like I could be a good person." They kiss again then, rolling their hips against each other over and over until her hands pull at his black top and he pulls it over her head within seconds, her hands moving over his muscles as his hands trace the side of her breasts before taking one in his hand and squeezing softly.

"Oh fuck, Damon!" Elena's cries make him even harder if possible.

"I can't decide if your swearing makes me want to kiss you harder or..." He trails off and she looks up at him.

"Or what?" Her voice shakes like she knows she's playing with fire, Damon's lips brush hers again before moving along her jaw to her ear.

"Or if I want to throw you over my knee and spank you, Elena." She clutches at his hair and groans. "Let's go upstairs, Lena." He murmurs and she nods. "I'll meet you up there, I'll shut off the game." He kisses her again before she heads up the stairs.

The knock on the door makes Damon roll his eyes.

"Damon?" Elena calls and he tells her he'll get it. He pulls his top back over his head as he strides to the door quickly. Elena is halfway up the stairs, looking down with her hair messy and a blush covering her face.

He opens the door still looking up at Elena with a smile.

"Well hello handsome. You miss me?" He turns sharply and just like that Andie is kissing him roughly, pushing him back against the wall as her hands trail down his body. When she pulls away she doesn't even realise that he hadn't kissed her back, he just stood in shock.

"Andie." Damon chokes out.

"Hm, is that a bunch of flowers for me in our pocket or are you just glad to see me?" Her hand gropes him between the legs and he moans.

"Hello, I'm Elena." Suddenly Elena is stood in front him and she shakes hands with Andie.

"Andie Starr. Thank you for putting us up, it's lovely of you. Not many of my friends would let a couple stay round, what with the bedroom noise and all." Damon coughs uncontrollably as Elena pales and shrugs.

"Your welcome." Elena smiles politely and he wants to grab her face and kiss her roughly and tell her it's all a mistake, a horrible mistake but he can't because now Andie's hand is in his back jeans pocket and Elena has noticed, she mutters something about The Grill however Andie is asking him to carry her bags to their room.

By the time Damon has recovered and pushed past Andie, Elena is driving away in her car.

"Damon, baby. I got you a present." Andie calls from the bedroom and Damon gulps.