AN: Super busy these last couple of weeks guys, formal(Prom) things to sort out for Friday and then I have university applications that have to be in for Monday! Crazy! I haven't even got around to replying to reviews for the last chapter, sorry! Anyway, longest chapter yet so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Vampire Diaries' or 'How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days'.


Day Six Continued

"Let's get these clothes off, then."

Elena's breath escaped her with a low shudder at those six words. Six such simple words, but when combined they sent her body into a frenzy. Her heart thudded in her chest, the beats audible in her ears as her body practically vibrated with energy. Damon tipped the cap from her head, neither of them listening to the sound it made as it whistled through the air and hit the cold tiles. She reached forward slowly, hesitantly, and placed her palms on the damp T-shirt that clung to his chest. She watched as his eyelids flickered closed at her touch and he leaned into her. She ran her hands up his body until they gripped his shoulders and she pressed herself against him; her nose brushed against the slight stubble on his chin, his lips puckered against her forehead, her forearms and breasts rested against his pectoral muscles, his arousal pushed against her stomach and his legs encased hers as she stood between his stance. She barely noticed the wet clothes that clung to her body, she didn't feel cold at all; the heat radiated from his body and stole the goose bumps from her skin.

Elena tilted her head, first kissing the underside of his strong jaw before dragging her lips down his neck, his stubble scratching against the soft flesh of her lips. She darted her tongue out to taste the skin at his Adam's apple, nipping at it teasingly with her teeth, enjoying as it bobbed beneath her mouth and a startled gasp flew from his lips. Damon's hands gripped her hips tightly, anchoring her body to his as he steadied his faltering stance.

She let out a soft sigh as his thumbs swept across the bare skin above her jutting hip bones. His touch was feather-light but still, tingles shot through her body wherever he touched. She intertwined her fingers behind his neck, running her nose lightly up his throat until her lips reached his. Her kiss was timid at first, a few mere brushes of her flesh against his before she finally captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Their mouths moved together succinctly, almost like they had been made to fit together, as his hands roamed her back and tried desperately to pull her even closer; she wasn't sure it was even possible for them to be closer, her body was already moulding to his perfectly.

Damon hummed against her lips happily, gently taking her bottom lip into his mouth and suckling on it for a second before repeating his actions with her top lip. He shivered at the sound of her pleasure-filled moan, already preserving it to his memory; a sound that beautiful and erotic would be impossible for him to forget. She gasped as his right hand cupped her ass, allowing his tongue to slip past her parted lips to join with hers. Their tongues danced together, finding the perfect rhythm and tempo immediately; no practice was needed, together they were effortless.

"Elena," he sighed dreamily as their lips split and they breathed in the much needed oxygen. His forehead found hers naturally as they fought to catch their breath, his chest exhaling at the same time that hers inhaled; they were in perfect synchronisation.

Elena flicked her eyelids up as she stared into his piercing, cerulean gaze; it enchanted her and she found that it was impossible to look away. His eyes swirled with so much emotion that she found herself inhaling sharply. He stared at her with such want -need- that she felt her body begin to tremble with anxiety.

No man had ever looked at her like that; like he was her reason for breathing, the answer to all of his questions and the happy ending to his fairytale. Truth be told, at this moment in time, he scared her. The fire he set alight in her body couldn't possibly be safe, the crippling need she felt for him couldn't be from a sane person but, she didn't care. In this moment, he was hers and she was his. There was no magazine article, no techniques or games, no other women and no preconceptions to hold them back. It was just them, Damon and Elena.

So, when his fingers danced along her collarbone and trailed over her sternum until they reached the gold zip of her bralette, all of the fear and worries she had felt previously melted away and the jittery excitement of what was to come took over her body.

Damon gripped the zip between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and flicking it against the clasp as the quiet clinking of metal on metal filled the bathroom. His eyes flicked to hers, the nervousness evident in his stare as his Adam's apple bobbed with his harsh swallows. She nodded encouragingly, running her hands along the cool leather of his jacket until they cupped his larger ones, giving them a soft squeeze of encouragement. She released his hands from her grip, her breath catching in her throat as he slowly and teasingly tugged the zip downwards seamlessly. With one swift tug, Damon freed the zip from its confinements and the black fabric parted, exposing a sliver of her olive skin. She shivered as he trailed his index finger up the newly exposed skin, hooking it under the sweetheart neckline of her bralette.

She closed her eyes shyly when he gently pried the black fabric from her chest, pressing his damp T-shirt against her torso as he stretched her arms behind her back and tugged the straps down her long limbs. Her hands found his lean hips naturally as he moved back and took in his first look at her naked chest. She felt her nipples pebble as the cold breeze tugged them to attention and caused Damon's gaze to narrow on her twin peaks. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt the air shift around her chest before Damon's hands hesitantly cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her dusky pink nipples.

Elena let out a breathless, kitten-like mewl as he gently massaged her breasts in his hands whilst rolling her peaks between his thumbs and forefingers. She opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright lights of the bathroom before her gaze honed in on the raven-haired man in front of her; his blue eyes were fixed on her torso, his body angled towards hers and a look of complete and utter enthralment was painted on his face. She arched into his touch when he swiftly bent his head, capturing a nipple in his mouth as he gently swirled his tongue against her sensitive flesh and gave it sporadic little nips. Her hips rubbed against his arousal of their own accord as his lips, tongue and mouth sent her body spiralling into a pleasure-filled haze.

"Damon," she moaned as he placed a trail of hot, wet kisses on her chest and up the length of her neck. She purred happily against his mouth as it connected with hers, his fingers trailing over her toned stomach until they reached her jeans. They tugged on the waistband of her jeans before locating the button, popping it through the hole effortlessly and unzipping the clasp. She gasped into his mouth when his fingertips danced across her lace panties.

"It's not fair," she groaned, tilting her face to the side as his kisses moved over her cheeks and to the sensitive spot behind her ear. Her mind went blank as his lips massaged that special spot, adding just enough pressure to send a hot jolt of lust straight to her core.

"What's not fair?" he mumbled, nuzzling his face against the soft skin of her neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. He dragged his nose up and down her throat, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume and the underlying smell of lemon-grass that was all Elena. He felt his mouth begin to salivate as he contemplated that if she smelt this good, then she was sure to taste even more delectable.

"You," she huffed, threading her fingers through his raven locks and tugging on them until he leaned back to look at her with those baby blue eyes of his. "You still have all of your clothes on."

Damon smirked devilishly, wriggling his eyebrows at her. "Well, you could always fix that."

Elena blushed, the look he was sending her was one of pure sex. She reached for him and he came willingly, allowing her to sneak her hands beneath his leather jacket and pry it from his shoulders. He aided her movements, shrugging and flexing his back until it fell to the floor in a heap at his feet. He toed off his boots quickly, managing to shuffle his black socks from his feet simultaneously. His bare feet slapped against the cold tiles as he stalked towards her, gently tugging her arms from their position crossed against her breasts. He trailed his hands down the length of her arms until he could interlock his fingers with hers and pull her flush against his body. His lips found the soft skin of her forehead, giving her a tender kiss as he slowly bent his knees, his lips never once leaving her skin. Soon, he was kneeling on the ground as his nose skimmed along her stomach and he trailed his hands down her long legs.

Damon cupped the back of her ankle, gently lifting her foot and propping her knee up against his shoulder. He slipped her black wedge from her foot easily, tossing it towards the growing pile of neglected clothes.

"Damon!" Elena half-screeched, half-laughed as he scraped his fingernails along the base of her foot, causing her to grip his shoulder to prevent herself from falling. She giggled softly when he repeated the motion on her other foot, slapping him lightly over the head in silent cajolement. She gasped as he looked up at her from his position on the floor, a few stray locks of his raven hair covering his eyes, as he perched between her legs. She reached across to him, softly swiping the hairs from her forehead and running her fingertips over the slight stubble on his cheek.

Damon's hands moved to the opening of her jeans as he slipped his hands beneath the waistband, moving them until he cupped her ass and gently pried the pink jeans from her legs. He tugged the fabric down her legs, a low chuckle escaping when they got stuck around her ankles.

"Shut up!" she laughed, using his shoulders for stability as she frantically tried to kick her jeans from her feet. She didn't know how it happened, but one minute her jeans were flailing around her legs and the next, she was falling into Damon's lap. "Sorry," she blushed, looping her arms around his neck as he slid the offending trousers from her feet once and for all.

"You can fall for me, anytime," he winked, silencing her reply with his lips. She shifted in his lap, allowing her legs to fall beside his hips and causing her centre to rock deliciously against his aching member.

Damon groaned, pressing his hand to the small of her back as he thrust his hips up against her. He hooked his hands behind her knees and, using the floor to push himself up, he walked them over to the bathroom counter. Elena gasped as the cold marble met the backs of her thighs but then Damon's hands were roaming over her body and she found that the way he was touching her was all her mind could focus on.

"Please, Damon," she moaned as he teased her core through her damp panties. He complied with her request instantly, his fingers slipping beneath the black lace and rubbing against her womanly folds. She threw her head back with a loud gasp of pleasure as he pushed two fingers into her centre, the heal of his palm rubbing deliciously against her clitoris.

"Oh, God!" she panted as his fingers worked relentlessly within her, curling and rubbing the soft flesh of her G-spot. Elena's mind exploded in a cacophony of colours and her body vibrated as the waves of pleasure coursed through her, attacking and overcoming her from every angle. She was dimly aware of Damon pulling away from her for a moment, gently sliding her panties down her legs and, as he picked her up from the counter, she realised he had removed his jeans, too.

"No underwear?" she asked, finally regaining the use of her mouth.

"Didn't you know?" he smirked cockily. "Commando is the best way to go."

Elena chortled, looping her hands around his neck as he carried her towards the shower and reached into the glass cubicle to fix the water temperature. He balanced her in his arms as he stepped underneath the warm spray, the force of the water massaging her back deliciously. She let out a happy sigh as she slowly slipped down his body, inadvertently rubbing her whole body against his manhood in all its glory.

Damon swept the backs of his fingers across her cheeks, gently cleaning her skin of the black smears of mascara underneath her eyes. He smiled softly as she looked up at him from underneath her thick expanse of eyelashes and to him, she had never looked so beautiful. Her hair hung in thick straggles down her back, a few stray hairs plastered to her wet face, water droplets glittered her eyelashes, her ever-present silver locket was twisted but it only served to draw his gaze to her breasts. Creamy flesh contrasting with a shock of pink. The spray from the shower caressed her body, rolling down her stomach effortlessly and between the apex of her thighs. Her little feet were pointed inwards at the toes, showcasing her nervousness and naivety. He reached behind her, quickly grabbing the cylindrical bottle of shampoo. He flicked open the lid and poured a generous amount of the shampoo into his palm.

"Hmm," Elena mused, breathing in the musky scent of the shampoo. "So that's where the smell is from."

"What?" Damon laughed, rubbing the shampoo between his hands until a white lather formed.

"I have been able smell-" she paused mid-thought and let out a low moan of pleasure as his fingers massaged the lather into her hair, "- your shampoo these past few days. I think you have your own special Damon smell as well."

"Also known as raw sexual magnetism." Damon smirked at her groan, offering her a quirk of his eyebrows. "Close your eyes."

Elena followed his command, sighing happily as his fingers threaded through her hair and cleaned it of the rain water. She shook her head softly, fighting back a smile as she felt him pile her long locks atop her head in what she assumed would look like a giant, fluffy chocolate meringue. Her eyes remained closed, even when she felt his hands drift to her neck and then to her shoulders. Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt a dollop of the cold soap land at the base of her neck before it slowly slithered down her torso, shivers running through her body as it shocked her hot core. His hands roamed her body freely, massaging her muscles and turning her body into a jelly-like mess.

"Stop," she giggled as she felt his hands trail over her feet teasingly though her laughs died in her throat when she felt her foot being placed onto his... shoulder?

A shudder shot down her spine that sent her eyes into a flutter as she felt his tongue flick against her button. Once, twice, a third time. Her hands found the cool tiles of the wall as she tilted her head back into the spray of the shower, her hair falling down her back as the water erased the suds. A startled gasp flew from her mouth as she felt the wet sensation travel up the length of her slit before it dipped teasingly between her womanly folds. Her fingers weaved through his dark hair naturally as his tongue worked inside her.

Damon moaned softly, sending delicious vibrations through her centre. His hand wrapped around her thigh for support when her stance faltered, smirking inwardly as he felt her toes curl against his shoulder. He darted his gaze up her body, noticing her convulsing stomach, heaving chest and the look of sheer pleasure covering her face as she panted out his name. She looked so beautiful in this moment and he felt his heart ache gloriously when he gazed at her. It was different. She was different. He'd been with women, countless women, but no one had ever made him feel the way she did. Sure, he always made sure that the woman he had sex with had as much fun as him but with Elena, everything changed. He found himself wanting to push her to the edge, take her farther then she'd ever been before and he wanted to consume her.

With new-found conviction, he doubled his efforts and gave her sex long, deep licks with his tongue before suckling on her little bundle of nerves. She came with a keening wail of his name as he lapped up her womanly juices and slowly pulled her leg from his shoulder. His hands moved slowly up her body, the water providing the lubrication for his skin to glide smoothly against hers until he was standing in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, anchoring her body to his as he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck and placed small kisses to her pulse point.

"Mmm," she moaned, tilting her head back to provide him with better access to her neck. "Thank you."

Damon chuckled, tickling her throat with the vibrations of his lips. "You're very welcome."
Elena finally opened her eyes, only to see a shit-eating grin plastered to his face. As his mouth opened to make what she knew would be a highly inappropriate comment, she smashed her lips, successfully halting his words and in fact, removing all rational thought from his brain. She smirked against his lips as she felt his arousal strain against her stomach and before she could stop it, a giggle burst from her lips forcing them to finish their kiss.

"Someone's wanting attention," she murmured coyly.

"Hmm," Damon purred, pulling her hand down between their bodies until her smooth skin cupped his aching cock. "Maybe you should give him what he wants."

"I don't know," Elena muttered doubtfully, giving his penis a sharp tug that had him gasping and throwing a hand against the cold tiles beside her head. "Has he been good?"

"God, yes," he groaned, allowing his head to fall onto her shoulder as she slowly ran her hand up and down his length.

"Have you been good?"

Damon paused, "Maybe."

Elena laughed at his honesty, rewarding him with a swipe of her thumb over the sensitive slit on the head of his penis. "You should only get rewarded if you're good and I think you could be very good if you made me breakfast tomorrow."

"Done."

She smirked, quickening the movements of her hand on his cock as she bit into his earlobe teasingly. She felt his warm breath on her shoulder as he neared his climax, little moans and groans emitting from his throat and his grip tightening on its hold on her waist. She sneaked her other hand between their bodies and cupped his balls, gently kneading the flesh with her thumb and forefinger as she continued to pump his erection and she sent him spiralling over the edge and into the abyss. He shuddered against her and she placed a steadying hand against the delicious curve of his lower back as she felt his penis jerk in her hold as he ejaculated onto her stomach, the water wiping away his essence almost immediately.

Using her free hand, Elena swiped up some of the shampoo from the nearby bottle and poured it over his raven locks as he continued to rest against her. She slowly trailed her hand up his spine, smiling to herself as she noticed the small goose bumps that rose on his skin at her touch, and slowly began lathering up the soap in his hair. She raked her nails against his scalp, her heart fluttering giddily in her chest as his rumbled with a deep purr of approval. That sound. So primal and sexual that it sent a delectable bolt of lust straight to her core and made her wet. Well, she countered inwardly, wetter than she could be in a shower.

She sighed, feeling Damon place a soft kiss to her shoulder. She had never felt like this, whatever this was. She just knew that she felt... complete but the thing was, she hadn't thought she was missing anything until Damon came along. He challenged her, he was witty and charming and he made her day brighter. Whether it be with those little phone calls during work when he complained about Alaric who was no doubt sitting opposite him or when he simply told her she looked beautiful.

When she started the article, she thought it would be a breeze. Putting a womanising jerk in his place? Easy. But the thing was, he wasn't a jerk. Women knew exactly what they were getting into and yet, they still flocked to him. She knew why though, he was impossible to resist. Of course, his extremely good looks were a part of that but he had this pull. She remembered when she'd first seen him, not even a week ago, and how Caroline had told her she'd caught him, hook, line and sinker but the truth was, it was the other way around. She had gone into everything blindly, not expecting to feel anything more than disdain for this man. Yet here she was, in his shower and washing his hair for him. It was strange. Something she hadn't ever done before with a man and yet, it felt strangely more intimate than sex. He was relishing in her touch but it wasn't in a sexual way, it was because she was giving him comfort and she had never felt closer to a man. It scared her and she wanted to run. Not away from him, though, but rather, to him and into his arms. Into his bed. Into his heart.

Elena was broken out of her reverie when he pulled back from her embrace and placed a soft kiss to her lips, humming happily as she darted her tongue between his parted lips, tasting the sweetness of the Coke he had drank earlier. She broke their kiss, ignoring his groans of protest and began to wash his body. His magnificent body, she corrected herself.

"I like having your little hands all over me," Damon purred, tugging her body by the waist so that she was pressed up against him and the lines of their bodies became one.

"Hmm," she muttered doubtfully. "I guess your body is... all right."

"All right?" he laughed incredulously. "This," he gestured to his body, "is practically sculptured."

"You're awfully conceited, Mr Salvatore."

"Babe, I'm sexy and I know it."

"Seriously, LMFAO?"

"Do you want to see my wiggle?"

"Damon, no," she laughed as he immediately began thrusting his hips towards her whilst looking down at his erection proudly. "Stop it!"

Damon smiled, reaching behind her to turn off the faucet before he tugged on her hand, pulling her from the steamed up cubicle. He wasn't surprised, things had certainly gotten... hot in there, both literally and figuratively. He noticed her shiver as the cold air of the bathroom caused goose bumps to rise on her skin and her nipples to be pulled taught. He quickly grabbed two plush red towels, swinging one around his waist before wrapping the other one around her shoulders and turning her towards the doorway. He pushed at the small of her back, guiding her into his bedroom.

Elena froze as her wet feet met the hardwood floors and she finally got her first real look at his bedroom; after all, she had been to busy to look at his room when he had led her towards his bathroom and all of the implications of what was going to happen between them were swirling around in her head. His room was much like the rest of his apartment, simplistically styled. The walls were a soft cream that went perfectly with the dark oak of his intricate bed frame, large chest of drawers and extensive wardrobe. Without conscious thought, her feet moved until she was standing by the, what she thought had to be, king-sized bed with it's 1500 thread-count Egyptian sheets. She trailed her fingers over the smooth of wood until they sunk into the soft duvet and she perched on the edge of the bed.

"Damon, what are you-" she frowned as he crouched before her, a smaller towel in his hand as he gently dried her skin. She smiled down at him gratefully as the towel skimmed over her skin in feather-light strokes. Soon, he had progressed up the length of her legs and she gulped audibly as his hands reached tentatively for the red towel that was in a tight grasp in her hands. At his gentle tug, she released it from her grip, allowing it to flutter onto the white sheets underneath her hips. She knelt back onto the bed as he crawled on top of her, his towel left forgotten on the floor.

Elena cupped his neck as she felt his body press her into the bed and their lips met naturally. Soft pecks turned into passionate kisses, teasing licks of lips turned into long strokes as their tongues met, innocent hands turned into illicit touches and still bodies turned into writhing messes.

"Elena," Damon panted, rolling onto his back and cradling her thighs in his large hands as she tried to regain balance. "Condom, top drawer." He tilted his head towards the bedside table, his blue eyes showing how desperate he was. Desperate for her. He needed her.

Elena reached across with shaking hands, pulling the drawer open until she saw the familiar square packet. She picked it up, warily tossing it between her hands before she found the confidence to tear it open and slide the protection from its confines. It fell into her hand and she looked between the condom and Damon before she was spurred on by the look of lust in his eyes to put the condom on him herself. She reached down between their bodies, taking his arousal in one hand as she gently slid the protection on with the other. She followed his guidance as he lifted her hips and poised them above his erection, the tip barely nudging against her womanly folds.

Damon's face scrunched and his voice came out strained, "You ready?"

She nodded, unable to articulate any words at this point. He slid into her slowly, stretching her insides until he was seated in her fully. They groaned simultaneously. A perfect fit. Elena planted her hands on his chest, scrunching her nails into his hard pectoral muscles as she arched her hips so he penetrated her from a different angle. Her face distorted in pleasure as they slowly began to rock together, moving together in sync. Retreat, thrust, roll the hips and repeat.

"Damon!" she gasped, throwing her head back in pleasure when he suddenly sat up, successfully managing to hit her G-spot with the tip of his penis. She felt his lips on her chest, the little nips of his teeth on her throat, the glorious sensation as her sensitive nipples rubbed against his chiselled chest and the way he moved inside of her... she had no words. She wasn't even sure there was a word in the English dictionary to describe just exactly he was doing to her body. Her back arched as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her fingers clenching on his skin.

"Oh, God!" Damon groaned as he felt her walls flutter around his cock. He was gone, so far gone for this girl. It was obvious as he looked into her eyes. He wasn't having sex or fucking or any of the other things he had done with countless women before her. As he looked into her doe eyes, he knew what they were doing was something more. They were connecting on a level he hadn't thought was possible, one that only belonged in fairy-tales but here he was, their movements so much like what he imagined love-making to be like. He closed his eyes, wanting to feel the sensations she was evoking in his body. He felt her forehead land on his, her warm breath fanning over his cheeks, her fingernails scraping along his back, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her heels digging into his ass and of course, the indefinable feeling of her tight, wet heat wrapped around him.

As he felt his climax approach, and knowing that hers was close too, he tilted his head up and joined their lips, pouring all of his emotions into that one kiss. Elena's hands found his hair as she felt his thumb swipe against her clitoris and she went careening into her orgasm. He was a lost cause after that, her walls pulled him in and drained him of everything. Anything he had to give, she took. He collapsed against the bed, her damp tresses sticking to his chest as they basked in the afterglow.

A few minutes later and when the couple had gained back the sense in their neurones, Damon moved them beneath the sheets, disposing of the used condom in the nearby bin. He pulled Elena towards him, noticing how she fit perfectly into the side of his body as he wrapped an arm around her waist.


Day Seven

Elena moaned softly as she slowly regained consciousness. She felt the feather-light brush of lips against her closed eyelids and the tickling sensation as a single finger was trailed up the length of her spine. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, scrunching wearily when the bright light of the morning sun shone into her doe eyes.

"Ugh," she groaned, clapping a hand over her eyes in an attempt to shield them. "Why didn't you close the curtains?"

Damon's husky laugh cut through the air, sending shock-waves down her spine. "I was a little preoccupied last night."

"Shut up," she grumbled, blushing at his teasing.

"Come on, sleepyhead. Rise and shine!" he sing-songed into her ear, avoiding the hand she batted in his direction.

"Leave me alone," she pleaded. "It's too early."

Damon smirked, petting the hair off of her forehead. "It's 10am."

Elena flared up suddenly, poking a finger into his chest as she balanced on her other hand and somehow managed to keep the sheet wrapped around her chest. "It's your fault I'm tired in the first place."

"Me?" he asked, a mock shocked expression covering his face. "How?"

"Oh, please," she scoffed. "Like you rolled onto me accidentally last night."

Damon smirked, tugging on her arm so she lost her balance and collided with his chest. He ran his hands up her arms until he cupped her shoulders. "That is exactly what happened."

"Really? So, you just so happened to be wearing a condom, too?" she asked incredulously, trying desperately not to laugh at the fake innocent look he gave her.

Knowing she wasn't going to fall for his lies, he gave her a wriggle of his eyebrows and a quick peck to her lips. "You know what the Scouts say, always be prepared."

"You are one of the most a- Humph!"

He cut off her sentence with his lips, successfully silencing her as he quickly rolled them over and slid easily between her parted thighs. Her back arched against his chest and he felt as her nipples pebbled. They writhed together, their tongues duelling with each other as low moans and groans sounded, though it was indistinguishable from whom the sounds were coming from.

"Someone's hungry!" Damon teased, breaking the kiss and rubbing a hand over her growling stomach.

"Well, you did promise me breakfast and I am yet to receive."

"I'm on it!"

Elena giggled as he jumped from the bed and struck a pose. "Put some clothes on!" she exclaimed as he turned, gracing her with a long look at his glorious and toned behind.

"Why? I like being the naked chef."

Elena rolled her eyes as he sent her a salacious wink and strolled out of the bedroom. She lay there, staring up at the ceiling silently as a slow smile spread across her face. She couldn't help it, he just had this way of making her body act. It was like she was not in control of it. Every touch, every kiss and every look sent her body into a frenzy. She couldn't say she hated it though, in fact she loved the way her body would buzz with excitement whenever he was near.

She stretched, letting out a kitten-like mewl in pleasure as she felt the delicious ache between her thighs. It had been a while since she had felt that, in fact she wasn't so sure she had even felt it before. He had filled her so perfectly, like they were made for each other. Elena rolled over in the bed, her legs tangling in the white sheet when a green book caught her eye. She pulled herself over towards what had been Damon's side of the bed last night, though he had invaded her space in the middle of the night, and picked the book up from the bedside table.

Gone With The Wind.

She smiled softly to herself, he did remind her of Rhett. Placing the book back on the wood, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, holding onto the table for stability as she slowly stood on her jelly-like legs. She wobbled slightly but managed to make her way over to his chest of drawers. She pulled the first one open, pleased to find an array of T-shirts but she rolled her eyes when she saw that the only colours he owned were black, white and grey. Elena picked the nearest one, sliding the grey material over her small form. The T-shirt was, of course, far too big on her as the v-neck stretched all the way down to her sternum and the ends fluttered around the middle of her thighs.

Elena giggled, twirling around on her tip-toes as the musky scent of Damon enveloped her. She walked towards the kitchen, leaning against the door-jamb as he stood at the stove, completely naked with the exception of an apron wrapped around his front.

"You know," she drawled, swiping her foot against the cold tiles. "I'm not sure that's very hygienic."

"But I look good," he purred, flexing his biceps.

"Is breakfast nearly ready?"

A shrill ringing of the phone interrupted his answer but before he could reach for the black device, Elena had snapped it up and was moving to the other side of the counter as he stalked towards her.

"Damon Salvatore, naked chef extraordinaire's apartment. How may I help you?"

"Um- Hello, this is Luciana, Damon's mother. May I speak with my son, please?"

Elena's eyes widened, hearing that it was his mother on the phone. "Damon!" she squealed as he took advantage of her daze to grab her around the waist and swing her onto the counter. "No, no, no!" she pleaded when his fingers began tickling at her ribs and raucous laughter escaped from her mouth.

"Surrender the phone," he commanded, doubling the speed of his fingers.

"Here!" She thrust the phone into his chest, gasping for air when his fingers finally halted their attack.

"Hello?" Damon smiled, wrapping an arm around Elena's waist as he helped pull her from the counter, offering a teasing slap to her ass as she walked past him to the stove. She turned around, wagging the wooden spoon warningly in his direction before stirring the pot of scrambled egg.

"Hello, Damon."

His posture immediately straightened at hearing his mother's voice, knowing that she must have heard what had transpired between himself and Elena. "Mom, don't start."

"What? I didn't say anything."

Damon rolled his eyes, "I can practically hear the cogs turning in your brain from here."

"So... what's her name?"

"And so it begins."

"Name."

Damon groaned, knowing that his mother was not one to let a situation go. He covered the mouth-piece, mouthing to Elena that he was going to continue his conversation in the living room. "It's Elena," he responded, flopping down onto his couch.

"And?"

"And what, Mom?"

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Mom," he drawled. "We haven't really discussed anything like that."

"Is she another one of your multiple flavours of the week?"

Damon rubbed his eyes in frustration, of course his mother had to reference his sex life. "No, Mom. She's... different."

"Different?"

Damon chuckled at the happier lilt in his mother's voice. "Was there a reason you were calling or was it just to question my love life?"

He noticed his slip immediately when his mother's breath hitched and her voice came out in a small, dream-like whisper. "Love life?"

"Moving on," Damon muttered. "Reason for your call?"

"I just wanted to make sure you're still coming home on Monday?"

"Of course. I wouldn't miss it."

"Good because Stefan's bringing Lexi and you have yet to meet her."

"Maybe if you told Dad to stop being such a douche then I would visit more," he grumbled.

His mother ignored his remark, carrying on as if he hadn't said anything. "About your second plane ticket, are you bringing Alaric again or...?"

"Is that your not-so-subtle way of asking if Elena is coming?"

"Maybe. You can't blame me, I want to meet this girl who has caught your eye."

"I don't know if she'll come. She has a job and responsibilities..." he trailed off, picking at an imaginary thread on his leather couch.

"I like her already! Ask her at least, please."

"Fine, but only for you."

"Hmm, we'll see about that. I love you, son."

Damon smiled softly, "I love you, too."

He hung up the phone, letting out a pleased groan when he felt Elena's arms loop around his neck and her hands trail over his bare chest underneath the apron.

"You do realise your naked ass is going to get stuck to the leather?"

"It's my couch, I can do what I want," he muttered petulantly, a smile curling at his lips at her breathy laugh.

"Breakfast is ready. Would you mind serving it up?"

"Ok, what are you doing?" he frowned.

"I was going to write a few things down, do you have any paper lying around?"

"Uh, yeah," he scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully. "Try the third drawer in my bedside table. Is this for your top-secret article?"

Elena froze, "Yeah, I guess it is."

He leant his head back against the back of the couch, staring up at her with those cerulean eyes of his. "Do I get to read it?"

"Like you said," Elena smiled, hoping it wasn't as fake as she felt it was. "It's top-secret."

"Fine," he grumbled, pulling himself from the couch and taking the dish-towel from her outstretched hand. Before she managed to release her grip on the towel though, he had tugged her forward and laid a short but passionate kiss on her lips. "I'll get it out of you. After all, I'm a master of deduction."

Elena pecked his lips once more, her heart aching at the thought of him finding everything out. Sometimes she wished she had never taken this stupid article on but then again, if she hadn't then she would have never met him. She turned around, offering him a sexy sway of her hips as he wolf-whistled at her. She knelt down in front of the bedside table, pulling the drawer out to find a mess of paper, notes and newspaper clippings.

She shook her head with a sigh and began rifling through the mess. Her hands froze as she picked up some of the newspaper clippings, her heart thudding in her ears as the words jumped out at her.

Mystic Falls.

Wickery bridge.

Terrible accident.

Two dead.

Daughter survived.

Unknown saviour.

Orphans.

The tears flooded her eyes, clouding her vision before they began to fall freely down her face. Her breath came out in shudders as she grasped at her locket, the pain clenching her heart as the words swam through her brain.

"Elena?"

She barely heard his voice, she wasn't sure it was even real. This couldn't possibly be real, could it?

Elena jumped, feeling his hands on her shoulders before she felt his grip tighten as his voice lowered, a comforting edge to it. "Elena..."

She turned towards him, her nose red and her eyes puffy as a strangled whisper left her mouth. "What are these?"


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