Elena scrunched, jerked up her body midst sleeping. She was having one of those falling dream. She fell back to the soft surface and sigh, her throat was dry and her eyes were sore from all the crying before. She almost couldn't feel her own body. She pushed her body up trying to get out of bed when she felt the arms that had been around her tightened its grip. Memories from earlier flushed back into her head . She sighed when her face pressed up against his smooth skin. She inhaled his hot scent in deeply before putting her palms up against his chest, pushing. He didn't move one bit, honestly he didn't feel a thing except the warmth of her palms on his bare chest. She based her feet on to his jeans, stretching her legs trying to put some distance in between them. Damon rolled his eyes, but stayed silent watching Elena struggle her way out of his embrace, still laying on his side, cuddle her. She was so much cuter when she slept. Decided that was not a good note to put out at the moment. Damon waited until he felt sweat starting to slick down Elena's skin.

"Can you stop acting like a 2 year old so we can talk?"

Elena bit her lips as she tried as hard as she can stretching her arms and legs to push him away from her one more time. Failed. He was as steady as stone. Damn vampire super strength. Damn it! Damn him! She turned her palms around on to her face, closed her eyes as she spoke into her hands.

"I'm thirsty."

Her voice was husky.

"I know. You squeezed all of your body fluid out onto my shirt."

He sat up, pulling her with him before reaching over to the bedside table and grab the glass of water he put there for her earlier. Elena hesitantly took it from his hand, and with one long gulp she drank it up. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hands, Elena felt a little bit better, she tried not to look at him, plunged back on the bed, realized it was still pit dark outside, pulled the blanket all the way up to her nose, turned to face the wall again, oblivious of Damon.

"No. Enough."

Tried not to let out what he really thought in his mind, words like 'childish' or 'overbearing' would not win him any points right now.

"Elena. Please stop…"

"You stop! Stop popping up in my bedroom."

She hissed under the blanket. Damon took her by the waist, held her up in the air with ease before placing her sit up in front of him. Elena groaned, held on to her pillow in protest then finally hit Damon in the face with it. Damon turned on the lamp on her bedside. She looked at his muscles under the bright light, angry at herself when she found her half wanted to hug him, caress him and haft wanted to punch him right in the face. She looked away, suddenly felt self-conscious about her must have been puffy eyes, knotted hair and messy face from all the crying.

"I heard what you said."

"What I said when?"

"What you said that night, after we … were together."

He was being very careful with his words, not wanting to throw Elena into a crazy monkey-like rage again. She didn't answer nor look at him. Damon let out a hefty sigh then took her hands, staring at the bruises he made on her pale skin.

"I came that night, intentionally to tease you, had my fun, until I heard what you said. Those 3 words 8 letters with my name tagged behind. And I … chickened out, ok?"

She finally looked at him in the eyes and he realized how much he had missed the way she talked to him with her big brown eyes.

"You what?"

"I didn't want to believe it. Actually, hell, I didn't know what to do or react to it. I turned to a monster right in front of you, Elena. Usually that is when you scream, squeal your way out, I compel you to calm down and snack on you after we're both well fucked. But that was not how you did it. I didn't know what to do! And then you said those words and I found myself … smitten… Fuck! I was shocked by my own emotion too, not to say that I'm always considered without them."

"Smitten?"

Elena repeated, looking bewildered.

"Yes, Elena. We were making love, not fucking. And I don't make love, just as much as I don't smitten over a girl, a human girl who is 160 years younger than me, more or less. That's why I had to get out of this cozy little room of yours where I felt like I was not myself at all. I had to get myself away from you because I had to think too much about nothing at all."

Elena blinked her eyes in shock. Self-depicting him not wanting her was totally different from hearing him speak out loud how much he hated it being with her. It hurt. Elena tried to draw her hands back but he kept them closed around his fingers.

"I fled. Because if I had stayed there when you wake up in the morning then it will all be true. I always liked you. I like your laugh. I like the way it is so easy to make you blush. I like, admire and laugh at your concern and sympathy for others regardless of yourself. I like that you're a strong girl that never lets any one else carry your burden even if it's emotionally or physically. I like the way you love your family. I like you, a lot. You're interesting. You're fun. You're loving. You're so beautiful and you don't even know it. That's why I always pick on you, tease you, flirt with you, just for the sake of seeing you react to me. I know I have impact on you, I do on almost every girls, but you look beyond my looks, my … bullshit, you still say you love me even after you see me in my most raw and gruesome form. And that's why it scared me Elena. I don't know how to deal with sincere emotion, feelings, … affection. I'm an ass for a reason, well, because I'm an ass."

Elena was lost for words. His words echoed, bouncing in her head. She looked at his blue eyes, she had never seen something like this in his eyes, pleading, insecure, nervous and all things non-Damon.

"You stirred up things inside me Elena. Things … Emotions I don't even know I have. And it's crazy because I know you will change your mind one day or another and decide you don't want me any more or hate me or … and you will leave, with some other guy, have your dream wedding and kids and little mortal stuff like that. And I'll be fucked. Because you made me feel. And you really don't know how it is for us. When everything is heightened, everything is heightened Elena. That's why I never let myself feel anything over the last 160 years. Because if I do, I'll be damned or scoop in the corner of my house and brood all day like my brother and waited until someday a blond locks of sunshine come and save my fucking miserable damned eternity, which will not happen because I'm not a Nice and Kind All Hail kind of guy"

Elena was frozen in shock as she saw Damon fidgeting with her fingers, hearing he slurring all these words out in a messy and somewhat incoherent way. She sighed and climbed on to his lap to his much surprise. She nested her face into the crook of his neck before kissing him gently there.

"You're so stupid."

"I'm what?"

"Stupid. So then all that, why are you here now? Shouldn't you be running and screaming away from me because I made you feel."

She pressed on her words, raising her eyebrows.

"I saw what I did to you."

"Caroline told you…"

"No."

Damon had a quick flashback of Caroline tackled him and gave him a hell of a scare with all that staking, hissing and spiting like a snake thing.

"I heard around."

"Meaning?"

Elena only paid half of her attention into their conversation. All his cute yet silly and … quite stupid confession about his feelings towards her keep floating in her head like big warm fuzzy clouds that made her feel somewhat high off her own feelings. Plus, leaning on his bare chest, scooping in his body, breathed in his intoxicating scent didn't necessarily help her concentrate.

"I heard Jeremy talking to Bonnie about you … in the bathroom and then a few more stories day by day from Caroline talking to Stefan and from your Aunt, and Alaric…"

"Stalk much?"

"…Are you still mad?"

"Do I look like I'm mad now?"

"I don't know."

"He hesitantly rubbed her back."

"Why do you … love me?"

He cleared his throat and asked, feeling something tingled on his cheeks. He blushed? Damon flinched at the thought, suddenly felt like that silly star-strucked boy like when he was still human.

"I don't."

Elena felt his body tightened and tensed up around her and chuckled. He was so into this.

"Kidding."

She sat up and shifted so her legs wrapped around his waist, her face inches away from his, she looked straight into his blue eyes, admire at his handsome face in her hands before kissing him softly on his cheek.

"I love that you're such a hypocrite. I love that despite you declaring to the world how much you hate your brother, you have always been there looking out for him. I love that despite you acting and talking like the biggest assface in town, you still have concerns for others. I love that despite your One-man-against-the-world memo, your friendship with Ric is adoring. I love that you talk bad but do and mean good. A whole lot more, I can show you the pages in my diary later. But above all that, what I just found out tonight just now, that despite proudly representing yourself as a womanizer, you are so insecure and have this disease called fear of commitment. You are the biggest hypocrite. And I love that the world sees the rough side of you but I get to see the other, the better."

Damon looked at her in awe. Was she talking about somebody else. That was no not him. That sounded more like . Did crying too much possibly damage your brain? Yet he couldn't help but feel fluttering in his stomach. Butterflies. Oh my God he was worse than his broody brother.

"And I also love this."

She kissed his nose.

"And this."

She brushed her lips on his earlobe.

"And this."

She planted another small kiss on his eye. She went on like that all over his face, her fingers wrap a few locks of his hair, tugging them slightly and caressed his neck, trying to get him relaxed. Elena's lips finally landed on Damon's. He kissed her with passion, tasting her, realized how much he had missed this, to feel her tongue dance with his, to have her pressed against his body. Elena gasped when she felt his hardness pushed at her as she was still strangling his waist with her legs. She purred into his ears.

"I like your jeans … but I love it when you're not in it."

That was all it took before Damon threw her back to the bed and tripped down his jeans along with his boxer, Elena took off her tank top and shorts, leaving in only her panties. She slapped his hands off when he went to take them off of her. He hissed in surprise and darkened his eyes as he saw a mischievous smirk on her face. She pulled his face down at kissed him furiously, hungrily nibbling at his lips, grazing them between her teeth. Elena took hold of Damon's tongue as he was sliding it into her mouth. She sucked on it as if she would do down on him. With each suck, she lift her hips up, rubbing against the tips of his hardness, letting him feel the wetness through her panties. Damon let out a loud groan at her teasing, ripped the fabric off of her and started sliding his length across her slit, grinning as she arched up and let out a moan through her trembling lips. He slid on hand down the side of her body, creeping into her inner thigh before cupping at her crotch and slid on finger insider her. He felt her walls slamming around his finger, she was so wet. He slid in and out of her enjoying the sight of her shiver in pleasure. He replaced his finger by his tongue, nibbling at her, squirling his tongue around her clit as her knees buckled, her hips perked up, arching at him. Elena reached down to him and pulled his face back to hers. They greeted in an open mouth wet kiss.

"I want you inside me now."

Elena whispered in his ears, licking a trail down his neck. Damon groaned and flipped her over, he lifted her hips up until he could see her wet passage sticking at his direction, he guided himself into her in a fast and hard thrust. Elena grab at the bed sheets in front of her as she laid the side of her face on the bed, her ass sticking up in the air while Damon pounding in and out of her with his fast-paced and powerful thrusts. Elena fell her eyes rolling back into her skull, she fell like she was floating as the position allowed him to thrust into her with his entire length. Damon let one hand under the connected part of their bodies and started to stimulates her outside while he again and again hitting her G-spot. Elena thought she was about to die when she came closer and closer to the edge with Damon working wonders on her body. Damon's body tensed up like a string as he shot his cum straight into her hot core when Elena went totally blind reaching her climax. She felt Damon lying back on her back. Gasping for more air as he slid out of her, leaving her private part still stinging and hot with all the friction and sensation he caused. They lied there catching breath him on top of her. Elena sighed as she felt happy, satisfied, fulfilled, relief and just … enough as she took in Damon's body heat and his weigh on her. She turned her head a little to kiss the corner of his mouth. He smiled on her lips in satisfaction.

"I will never leave again. I will never leave this for anything."

She shivered when his hot breath bathed her ears. She needed this, only this, and no matter how hard tomorrow may come, if she could come home to this for comfort she would make it through.

"You're ruining the mood with all the talking, honey."

She murmured, wiggling her hips so her ass rubbing against his skin. She laughed when she felt he hardened again, poking at the side of her butt cheek. She rolled on to her back to kiss him. She could never get enough of him, his body, his lips, his scent, his tongue, everything about him. She could never get enough of. She pulled away to look him in the eyes, his deep blue eyes that always shielded but now were so open and clear with pure passion and heat.

"I love you, Damon. Take that and keep it in your mind, your heart. I love you."

Something broke in Damon's eyes, something like overwhelming waves of emotion filled his stare and he bent down to kiss her deeper, hotter.

"I love you too, Elena."

He said with a tone of voice Elena had never heard from him before. It was so gentle, simple, but sincere, genuine and … human. Elena rolled them over so she was lying on top of him. She smiled lovingly at him, pushing trays of dark hair out of his beautiful face. She traced her hands down, across his broad shoulder, over his bare muscular chest to his glorious toned abs and finally found his hardness in her hand, she guided him inside her whilst refused to break eye-contact with him. She wraps her feet around his legs, reached up to grab his shoulder with her hands so she was laying parallel to his body, every inch of their skin are pressed together, their bodies were links with him fit perfectly inside her, she braced herself and started to sliding up and down his body, letting him rub in and out of her inside. The friction between their bodies was incredible. The sweat on their body added to her sliding, created a sensual rubbing between their bodies. Damon grabbed her butt in his hands, squeezing them to her pace, letting her take the lead and guided them into the rhythm. She started to slide up and down on him faster and faster, urging to feel more and more of him, she braced herself and sat up on him, still keeping him inside as she let Damon beheld her nude form and their connection. She leaned back and grabbed his ankles for support as she start humping up and down his cock, faster, harder in this position. Damon almost came at the sight of her. Her luscious breasts bouncing to her humps, her olive skin glowing with sweat, her deep mahogany hair trailed down on her body, some locks sticking on to her wet skin, with the angle, Damon fully see as her passage wrapping around his own cock, sliding up and down it. He sat up and placed his hands behind her shoulder, supporting her before he latched his mouth on her breasts, biting them, leaving marks, Elena jumped faster and faster, making crazy friction between them as Damon got so aroused he started to feel his face changed, his fangs sprung out of his mouth and the irritating dryness creeping up in his throat. Sensing his body tension, Elena opened her eyes to look at him, slow down her pace into the sensual love-making speed she was making when lying on top of him.

"Damon. Take me."

She said and exposed her slender neck to Damon's mouth. His eyes flashed as she saw her pulse racing under her skin, Elena's inner muscles squeezing around his cock didn't help anything but make the lust in him skyrocketed. He kissed her neck before gently sunk his teeth into her skin, greeting the hot stream of blood oozing out from his bite flooding into his mouth, soaked the dryness in his throat. He kept on sucking but trying not to take too much of her blood when Elena letting out moans and moans into his ears. He was hitting her G-spot straight up from this angle and she couldn't hold it any more when she felt a stream of wetness shot out of her core, soaking his cock when just second later his hot cum shot up, filled her again. Elena was whimpering, buried her face in his hair, trembling from the second mind-blowing orgasm of the night. Damon licked up every drop of blood around her wound making sure his saliva soaked up the open wound to seal it. He was still inside Elena as they sat there in the middle of her bed, tangled in each other, both panting and closing eyes. Enjoy the after-shock of the orgasm they both just reached.

Damon lowered them down on to the bed, letting Elena's head resting on his chest. They nestled into each other until they both felt comfortable, warm and closed in each other's embrace.

"Now you get some sleep."

He kissed her forehead, chuckled when she lift up her head, pouted, waiting. He planted on her lips a passionate kiss until she finally broke up in a satisfied smile and tucked her face back under his jawline, inhaling his scent.

"Hmmm. You smell so good."

Then she focused on getting herself to sleep when she fell flashbacks of the last time they were together crawling into her brains. She absentmindedly shook her head, trying not to remember the emptiness she felt the morning after that night. Focusing on his scent and his body heat, Elena forced herself to sleep.


Elena's eyelids flickered as the sunlight beaming through the curtain and landed on her face. She opened her eyes a little to see she was facing the wall. She suddenly felt a lump rising up her throat as she prayed before rolling over to see what was waiting for her on the other side of her bed. She reached a hand over first and rolled around, eyes closing until she heard someone chuckling and grabbed her hand.

"Looking for me?"

Elena couldn't help but lit up into a big bright smile as she almost wrapped herself around Damon's body, clinging to him like a koala, taking full lungs of his scent through her nose. At this time she was quite sure it was not his cologne because it never faded away from him.

"Why are you dressed?"

She frowned as she felt the hard fabric of his jeans rubbing her inner thighs.

"Because I was about to leave"

Elena's body immediately stiffened. Her eyes shot open but not looking at his face. She felt tears starting to welling up her eyes again as her hands about to slip away from his body. Damon sighed and hold her body in place, lifted her chin up so she looked at him. Chuckled again as he saw her welled up tears, hurried to finished his sentence

"to get you breakfast"

He raised his eyebrow at her while her face stretched up into a smile again, tears rolling out the corner of her eyes as they squinted in her smile. He sighed and felt his heart sunk down a little to see how easy it is now for him to get to her like that. He teased.

"How come you always look like a baby like that. See you smile but your tears fall down"

He wiped away the tears on her cheeks as she was still pretty much grinning and clutching at his side.

"I don't want breakfast."

Damon raised an eyebrow when her stomach suddenly let out a sound of a howling animal.

"I can tell."

Damon nodded dramatically.

"But I can really use a shower."

She climbed over his body to get out of bed, intentionally rubbing bits and pieces of her nude body against him until casually dropping down the blanket and walked to her bathroom. Feeling Damon's eyes burning hot on her ass. She flushed, slightly embarrassed at her behavior, but couldn't help it around him. She was giggling in the shower until she felt him slammed at her body from behind.