Thought you'd never hear from me again? You thought wrong. This took me months to do mostly because I got maybe a few paragraphs in every night. I've been up studying constantly, or I'm always out. I never get free time anymore! But this weekend after my final midterm exam for the month I will have plenty of time to waste away in front of the computer.

Hope you like it! It kind of jumps through different scenes fast, but hopefully you enjoy it nonetheless; especially the ending ;)


Elena sat there dumbfounded for what seemed like an eternity. She couldn't seem to find the ability to move her feet to the floor and find him. All she wanted was to tell him that everything was going to be okay. That they were going to be okay. She knows that he thinks it's all his fault, but it's not. He didn't even know that this brother even existed.

Managing to finally pull herself from the bed, pausing briefly to wipe at her eyes that had not accustomed to the dark room yet. Her bare feet touched the cold floor and she squealed quietly before making her way out of the bedroom. She found Damon with a bottle of scotch in his hand that he was pouring into a crystal glass.

She let out a soft sigh before making her way over to his tense frame. She cautiously wrapped her arms around the side of his body, resting her forehead on his bicep. She felt the muscles in his arms tense briefly at her touch before they relaxed. As the tension faded away she placed barely there kisses on his shoulders, coaxing him to relax even further into her embrace.

Studying his face, she saw him close his eyes tightly as he brought the glass of alcohol to his lips. She watched the smooth liquid glide down the glass and into his mouth. Once the glass was set back on the table, that's when she chose to say her first words.

"I love you, so much," Elena whispered softly. Her hand was now sliding up and down his back, her fingertips gently gliding over the smooth muscles of his back. "Please don't think this is your fault. You can't help who your family is."

Damon shook his head frantically back and forth, but kept silent.

"Listen to me," Elena said firmly, her lips grazing against his skin as they moved. "You couldn't have helped what happened. I'm extremely proud of you and all that you did to save me. Please stop feeling like this is supposed to change all that."

Again, all she was met with was silence once again. "Baby, can't you just -"

"Elena, he hurt you," Damon interrupted, finally opening his eyes to look at her. All she saw was the anger that this new knowledge had brought him. "How am I supposed to just be okay with that?"

"But I'm here now," Elena countered, meeting his gaze with her soft chocolate brown eyes. "He can't hurt me ever again."

"You have nightmares," Damon started, letting his eyes fall closed again. There was a certain bitterness in his voice that she didn't recognize. It scared her. "You have nightmares about what happened that night, and about what could be waiting for you in the future. This guy is always going to be able to get to you even if he is not physically here. Of course, it's my fault..."

"Damon..." Elena interjected, but was caught off sharply again by Damon.

"Do you realize that I have to watch you every night. You go through the exact same process, and I have to try and calm you down every night. Do you know how mentally exhausting that is knowing that I could have done something to prevent this from happening."

"You can't help that I just -" Elena started, but it seemed that she wouldn't be getting a proper sentence out the entire conversation.

"He hurt the one thing in my life that I'd do anything for," Damon whispered, turning his entire body to face hers, grabbing her hands in his. "He took you away and those were the most horrible days of my life. I can't imagine not being with you, and he gave me a taste of what that feels like."

"I'm sorry..." Elena choked out. "I never meant for this to happen."

"Shhh," Damon whispered, leaning over to place a light kiss on her forehead. "You don't have to be sorry for anything. You were the one that got taken, you were the one that had to go through that. No matter how hard I try to protect you from everything, I realize that now I can't and that terrifies the hell out of me."

"I can hold my own to you know," Elena pointed out, giving him a small smile.

"I know that," Damon agreed softly. "I just hate knowing I can't protect you from everything."

The tears had begun to fall down Elena's face before she even realized it. Her physical reaction to his powerful words was unmistakable. She forced out a laugh, wiping at her eyes. "Stop making me cry, I hate being a pathetic basket case."

"I love you," Damon said simply, reaching his hand up to wipe the tears of her face, before they rested firmly on her cheeks. "You make my world go round, and to be quite honest I'd be pretty damn lost without you..." He gave her a cheeky smile before he spoke again. "I don't think my laundry would ever get done."

Elena laughed through the tears, giving him one of his favourite smiles.

"The place would certainly be a mess all the time..." Elena trained off as Damon started placing kisses on each of her cheeks. She felt him nod against her skin, as his lips found their way down her neck. "No more breakfast in bed..."

"Mhm... I do love it when you make me breakfast," Damon agreed, nibbling gently on her ear with his teeth. "Especially when you make it in just one of my shirts..." His voice trailed off for a second as he licked around her ear lobe. "And those sexy long legs of yours."

"You really do know how to turn a woman on, Mr. Salvatore," Elena laughed, throwing her head back, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck, as his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

"Well, that is certainly a problem," Damon replied, picking her up slightly off the ground and twirled her around. Her laughter ringing loud in his ears, but it brought a smile to his lips nonetheless. "But you're in luck, that is one problem that I can surely fix for you no problem."

"Oh, well, then I guess you have no choice but to take me to bed," Elena said coyly, in his ear.

"It would be my pleasure, Miss Gilbert," Damon said, with a gentlemanly manner that she had never heard from him before.

Before she could get another word out his lips were on hers, as he picked her up once more carrying her into the bedroom. Finally getting to make use out of the king size bed that the hotel had generously provided for them.


Elena felt like she was on cloud nine after the incredible night that Damon and her had shared. She was wondering why she had waited so long to get back to the physical side of their relationship. She missed feeling so absolutely connected to him in every possible way.

Now however, Damon was in a deep sleep beside her, clearly worn out from their activities. Elena on the other hand, was wide awake and itching to do something. She debated waking him up again to go for another round, mostly because he was all too tempting laying there naked. Her eyes travelled over his entire body, giving special attention to the muscles of his arms, then down to his stomach. The sheets were hanging low on his hips, just enough so that she saw his happy tail but nothing else.

Her original plan had been to make him breakfast in bed like she had mentioned earlier, but the thought of him and of last night came flooding back and she found herself stealthy situating herself so that her legs were on either side of his. She was careful not to touch him for fear of waking him up earlier than she wanted. She grabbed one of his shirts that was rumpled up on the end of the bed and pulled it over her tiny frame. Her mind drifting back to when he said how good she looked in it.

If you're going to please him, you might as well go all the way right?

Elena carefully leaned over so that the fabric of his shirt was touching his skin, and her lips were almost in perfect line with his. One more centimeter and they would be touching. She allowed herself to place a small peck on his lips before dropping her head down to his neck. She started placing kisses along his neck, then back up to his jaw line. Her hands were far from idle as they travelled up and down his body length.

She knew the moment he was awake. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. It was then that her lips reached his mouth.

"You're ready for round two already?" Damon mumbled against her lips.

"We've never gone this long without having sex," Elena giggled, her laugh vibrating against his lips. "Can you really blame me for wanting a second round so soon?"

"So you're just using me for sex?" Damon asked amused, a smile gracing his lips.

Elena shook her head, placing a kiss on his mouth-watering lips. She let her lips linger there for a second before pulling back to look into his amazing blue eyes. "I just wanted to kiss you, and touch you."

"I was sleeping," Damon whined, half-heartedly. One of his hands was travelling the length of her back, while the other found one of her legs. "Why do you always wake me up when I'm sleeping?"

Elena smiled. "How about I make you breakfast in bed?"

"Oh really?" Damon said, the ghost of a smile on his perfect lips. He gently rolled her underneath him, situating himself on top of her so that their foreheads were pressing intimately together. "And what did I do to deserve this?"

"You were really amazing in bed last night," Elena appraised him, smiling devilishly at him.

Damon's smile was unmistakeable at her flattering words. "Well, I guess I'll have to bring my A-game every night then."

"I knew you needed the right kind of motivation," Elena teased, laughing when he frowned.

"Ha ha, you think you're so hilarious... I'll show you motivation..." Damon rattled on, before leaning down to place an electrifying kiss on her lips. His lips were insistent on hers and she couldn't help the feeling that he was desperately trying to prove his point. But he didn't need to prove anything, the truth is that, Damon has always been an excellent kisser. He rocks her world all the time.

Back into the moment she tells herself. She couldn't get over the feel of his against her body. The things he was doing to her felt so wonderful she felt like exploding right there. And he hadn't even gotten to the main act yet.

His hands felt like they were on every inch of her body at all times, and his lips were like fire against hers, pressing against them so tight that she thought they might fall off. But it felt amazing all the same. She was now extremely turned on and pressing herself against him in a manner that was certainly needy.

He pulled back after a few minutes of heavy petting and groping. "How was that for A-game?"

Slightly out of breath, Elena gave him a beautiful smile that sent Damon's heart racing. "I think I might want round 2 right now. How does that answer your question?"

"Beautifully." His smirk was like no other, as his ego was practically growing in front of her eyes. She shook her head at his cockiness. "I may just be able to deliver on that request." He placed a lingering kiss on her lips, before looking down at her body. Seeming to see the shirt for the first time he ran his fingers over it, paying special attention where her breasts were conveniently located under the cotton. "You look really hot in this shirt."

"So I've been told," Elena answered, adding a silky undertone in order to get him riled up. To drive the seduction on further, she began running her tongue over her bottom lip, nice and slowly.

It had the desired effect, as an inhuman growl come from his mouth.

"You are now only allowed to wear my clothes from now on," Damon said, using his hands to push the shirt up her body, just under her breasts. He moved down her body so that he could place kisses on her stomach. "You look way better in them than I ever do."

"I think you look sexy in everything baby," Elena reassured him, running her fingers through his already tousled hair, as his kisses began to get lower and lower until he reached her sweet spot. "But... you definitely... look best... naked."

His tongue lazily surrounded her clit, as she spread her legs wide to give him more space.

"Best breakfast in bed ever," Damon whispered against her clit, smiling as she squirmed due to the vibrations that his voice had caused.

Elena shook her head in amusement as she leaned her head back against the soft pillows. She let herself be carried away into the satisfyingly amazing pleasure that was currently being bestowed upon her. She'd never get used to how talented he was in bed.


"You'd think after having mindblowing sex for the first time in what feels like weeks..." Damon casually said from his position across the table from her. "That'd we be in bed all day, just having lots of sex. All day long sex. Lots of orgasms to go around."

An amused smile crossed Elena's lips, as she put her reading glasses on her face. "We can't have sex every moment of the day."

"But wouldn't it be fun?" Damon asked her, a pout firmly in place.

Elena just shook her head, laughing quietly to herself as she turned her attention back to the book she was trying to read before Damon rudely interrupted her. She had all this free time now that they had no job to go to anymore, or places to be, friends to go see. She was absolutely bored. That was until she had found the hotel's supply of books that were hidden in the dresser.

"Did I ever tell you that you look like a sexy librarian with those glasses on?" Damon smirked at her, raising his eyebrows at her questionably. She knew that look. He wanted to have sex. And he wanted her to keep the glasses on. "You put your hair up in one of those tight pretentious buns, paired with a tight long black skirt..."

It was Elena's turn to raise her eyebrows at his crude behaviour.

"With some black high heels, that would just make your beautifully tanned legs look sexy as hell." Damon seemed to be pretty caught up in his fantasy, because she had to snap her fingers in front of his face in order to get his eyes off her breasts.

"Oh come on, you know we tried the receptionist thing and it didn't work out so what makes you think the sexy librarian one would?" Elena questioned, brushing a few hairs away from her face.

"Because I'm horny, Elena." Damon stated simply, throwing his hands in the air. "I'm horny because we haven't had nearly enough sex to make up for all the time we lost. Stupid dry spell."

"Go take care of it yourself," Elena said offhandedly, returning her eyes to her book.

"No, Elena, I will not go take care of it myself," Damon's bitter voice had her returning her gaze reluctantly to him. "That's what being in a relationship is for so that you no longer have to take care of it yourself."

"I'm sure you've never had to take care of it by yourself before," Elena countered back. "You had woman lining up at your door for the chance to sleep with you. Hell, when I met you, you were even hitting on some other girl."

"I thought we got past this already, Katherine was just an old friend... Yeah, sure I mean we may have dated a few short months," Damon shrugged nonchalantly. "But whatever. It's over and done with."

"So it is," Elena whispered quietly, but the underlying sarcastic tone in her voice had him questioning her statement.

"I'm marrying you, aren't I?"

"I'm perfectly aware of that," Elena retorted back, slamming her book down on the table. "What I apparently wasn't aware of is that I'm supposed to be expected to cater to your every need? Sorry Damon, but I don't really feel like having sex right now. Maybe I just wanted to do something normal for the first time in what's felt like weeks. I just want to sit down and read a book. Is that so much to ask for?"

Damon was now staring at her, dumbfounded by her outburst. Truth be told, she wasn't exactly sure why she was even bringing all of this up here and now like this.

"I've had this heavy weight on my shoulders ever since the incident happened, and for once I just wanted to get lost in this book and forget about everything. Because when I'm reading something it feels like my life gets put on hold as I get to enjoy another person's world and you know what? That world is always better, and sometimes I just like knowing that there's not always going to be this feeling attached to me."

"Elena, I -" Damon started, but didn't get the words out before she cut him off.

"No, Damon, you don't have to apologize. I know that you're sorry, I really do. But I just really need you to shut up so that I can read this book. Can you please just do that for me?"

"I - well - uh - yeah I can do that," Damon stuttered out, before running a hand nervously through his hair.

She felt suddenly sympathetic to him, knowing that her outburst had put a little damper on his self-esteem. She gave him a longing look of sadness before picking up her book and walking over to the chair that he was currently sitting in. She plopped herself down in his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck.

"You can read it with me, if you'd like," Elena whispered softly to him. The only response that she got was a slight nod of his head, and his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close. She turned her head away from the book to place a kiss on the side of his head, needing him to just understand why she needed to do this. To just read a book for once. She didn't want to have to worry about a thing. This was her escape from reality. Why couldn't he just understand that?

Her eyes travelled back to the pages, as her hand found its way into his hair, playing with the ends of it with the tips of her fingers.

He purred softly at her tender touch, leaning the side of his head against hers intimately. Instead of reading the book however, his eyes were focused on her face the entire time, watching the different emotions that crossed her face at every chapter, every page and every word.


"Damon..." Elena said sleepily, kicking his leg with her foot. There was an obsessive pounding at the door, and it was driving her crazy. All she wanted to do was sleep that's all she wanted. Some peace and quiet. "Damon, get up."

He mumbled something in his sleep, but didn't make any effort to get up. Elena took a look at the clock and read 3am being illuminated by the red light. She groaned, stuffing her face back in her pillow and kicked Damon harder this time. Would they ever stop knocking?

"Okay, baby, but you're doing all the work," Damon mumbled in his sleep, turning over on his back, his eyes still closed.

She raised her eyebrows at his statement, shaking her head amused. She could have fun with this. "Oh, yeah, you like it when I'm on top?"

He nodded in his sleep, before mumbling out. "You look sexy as hell on top."

Even though she felt flattered by his comment, she needed this to be over with. She rolled over to face him, and watched when he instinctively inched closer towards her. His legs tangled with hers, and he started to playfully rub them up and down her legs. If he was awake, she would have thought that he wanted sex and he wanted it now. But he was still sound asleep.

Well, that was about to change.

"Oh please, I'm not talking about sex you idiot," Elena said, slapping him hard on the chest. This seemed to wake him up, his eyes popping open to stare at her. She breathed in a sigh, before picking her body up from the mattress, running a hand their her messy bedhead.

"I guess I'll get the door then," Elena sighed once more.

"Just ignore it they'll go away," Damon said, shrugging his shoulders, his arms snaked around her waist pulling her against his body. "But, you know, since we're up... I can think of way better things to do at 3am than answer a door."

"Damon... they've been knocking for ten minutes. I don't think they're going away any time soon," Elena said, squealing when his hand went under the thin fabric of her pajama shorts. She was about to protest when the knocking stopped all together. She rolled her eyes at the huge grin that was now present on Damon's face. "Well, aren't you lucky?"

"Very lucky," Damon whispered, as his hand found the back of her head, bringing her down so that their lips could meet in a very sweet kiss. He placed a few more kisses on her lips, as she found herself sprawled on top of him. He pulled back, with a sweet smile on his lips, as he whispered once again, "I'm a very lucky man."

Elena smiled back at him, "I love you."

"You have no idea how much I love you," Damon replied back, leaning up to place a series of fast kisses on her lips.

"I." Kiss. "Think." Kiss. "I have -" Kiss. "Some idea." Kiss.

"Oh, really?" Damon asked her, flipping them over slowly so that he was situated on top of her. He hovered over her with a lopsided smile on his face, clearly intrigued. "And how exactly do you know that?"

"No more talking," Elena whispered, and grasped his head in her hands, pulling it down to hers. Their lips met in a battle of tongues and passion. She always craved his feeling from him. The feeling of just pure need and want. She loved that no matter where they were or what they were doing, she always felt the need to jump his bones right there. She loved knowing that even at 3am, he would always initiate sex, no matter what.

His hands were running their course all over the sides of her body, pulling at her clothes in a desperate need to have skin to skin contact. Her hands were also busy, one was pulling at his hair in a tight grip while the other was making the journey down his back. Her hand snuck into the boxers he was wearing to squeeze his ass.

Damon moaned in appreciation, biting her lower lip with his teeth, and pulling it outwards. He sucked on it for a couple seconds before letting it go so that he could continue a trail of kisses down to her neck.

"Being playful today, are we?" Damon asked her, biting the tip of her shoulder gently.

Elena giggled, letting the hand that was gripping on tightly into his hair, fall out so that it could join the other one that was still firmly gripping one of his butt cheeks. Her other hand found his other cheek, and she squeezed them both simultaneously.

"Good answer," Damon chuckled, against her shoulder.

Just as his lips were continuing to burn a fiery trail of kisses down her shoulder, they heard another knock at the door.

Damon groaned, lifting his head up from her neck. "Not again..."

"Shh," Elena whispered, placing a finger on his lips, giggling when a pout formed underneath her finger. She gave him a goofy smile, before whispering once more. "I'll go get it."

He shook his head defiantly, playfully nipping at her finger. "I'll make it worth your while if you stay here."

"But then they'll never go away," Elena reasoned, giving him a pointed look.

Damon rolled off of her dejectedly with a sigh, burying his nose back into his pillow. She knew that he would be asleep in moments if she left him be. "Be quick though."

"I will," Elena whispered, leaning over to place a kiss on his forehead. She scrambled out of bed, her feet hitting the unexpectedly cold floor. She grabbed a fluffy robe off the hook in the bathroom before padding out to answer the door.

She pulled the door wide open, and could not contain the shocked look on her face and the high pitched scream that came from her throat at the last person she thought would be standing in the doorway.

Stefan.


What do you think? What will Stefan do?

I'll try and post the next chapter faster than this one. Pray for me. Or send me lots of messages telling me too.