Elena and Damon did not do what Elena wanted to do, but they still slept together in the same bed. She was snuggled up close to his body during the night. The strange connection that both of them had couldn't tear them apart from one another. Damon stroked her hair while she rested. He told her that they could stay here at the Lake House for as long as she wanted, but he knew very well that he was going to have to take her back tomorrow sometime. Stefan was supposed to be home by the end of the weekend and he couldn't return without Elena being there. Knowing Stefan, his thoughts would go straight to his brother. Damon let her sleep peacefully this last night together. He wanted her to tell Stefan that she was in love with his brother and that they had a history together and that she was sorry she ever dragged him into any of this, but Damon knew perfectly well that it wasn't going to happen that way. It wasn't going to be easy. He had no idea what was going on in that perfect head of hers.

Elena while Damon watched her sleep, was dreaming of him again. This time it was not of her past but of what seemed to be her future.

(This next section is a dream)

He held her face in his hands. They were inches apart.

"I love you, you do know that right?" She questioned him feeling the tension in the air. He didn't need to nod his head, he simply captured her lips in a passionate moment. She felt the love pouring from him into her. She could feel the attraction that he had towards her pulling her in. He lowered her gently down onto the bed stripping her of her clothing easily. He removed his just as easily. Elena couldn't help but notice how beautiful he was in the moonlight.

"Will it hurt?" She questioned softly. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then butterfly kisses on her cheeks.

"It will but only for a moment, I promise Elena. I will try and be as gentle as possible," Elena's breath hitched in her throat as he slipped a hand between her legs and pushed them apart. She felt so exposed. Her cheeks grew red and he kissed her once more to reassure her that everything was going to be alright. Elena held her breath as she waited for the moment. That single moment that would make her whole world spin upside down in the blink of an eye. (end of dream)

That moment never happened and Elena found herself wide awake, her heart racing and the man of her dreams sleeping soundly. His legs were tangled with hers under the sheets and her front was pressed against his front. She wanted nothing more than to feel that single beautiful moment when he slipped himself into her, it wasn't going to happen. Not when Stefan was in the picture. Damn. She had to get home tomorrow whether she wanted to or not. Stefan would throw a fit if he didn't find his girlfriend home when he got there. Instead of worrying about home and Stefan, Elena focused her attention on Mr. Salvatore fast asleep. He was really cute, his hair tossed about on the pillow and his mouth partly opened. He was more than cute, he was freaking adorable. She brought her hand to his face and brushed the hair over his forehead feeling his smooth skin beneath her fingertips hoping she wouldn't wake him. He was too cute like this. Mr. Salvatore groaned and rolled himself over so he was laying on top of Elena. He knocked the air from her lungs and about crushed her. Something about this position didn't bother Elena though, she liked having his weight on top of her like this.

"Good morning to you too Elena," she heard his words through his chest. She giggled trying to push him off her. After a few seconds he got off her, but didn't move away. He liked having her close as well. Elena crawled up on top of him and laid everything on his body. He simply wrapped one arm around her.

"I'm not crushing you am I?" Elena mumbled her cheek pressed against his breast bone. Damon smoothed out her hair lovingly and just laid there. It was still dark out so they had time to just lay there. They were going to have to leave today, so Damon wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.

"No of course not, your light as a feather love, you could stay up there all day and it wouldn't bother me one bit," He liked the feeling of her on top of him. Even though it lead to thoughts of sexual situations, right now he wasn't thinking of that. He was thinking of how nice it felt to have her this close. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, he didn't want to scare her away though. Elena would just have to simply except it when he told her how beautiful she was. That's as far as he was willing to go at this point. Later on, when she knew him more, he would tell her how he felt.

"Did you sleep well? You know it's 5:30 in the morning don't you Elena?" Damon wasn't used to getting up the early but he heard her wake and couldn't ignore that. Elena thought back to the dream that she was having before she had woken up. She never knew why she woke up from all these dreams right at the good parts. It must have been a curse of some type.

"I guess I slept pretty good until I started dreaming. My dreams never seem to end well," Damon lifted his head from the pillow to meet her gaze.

"Are you having nightmares?" Damon didn't think of that at first but now that she mentioned them not ending well he never thought that her dreams could have been bad.

"No, not nightmares at all. They are good dreams, really good dreams that always seem to end just when something good is about to happen," Elena's gaze drifted from Damon's. She wasn't going to tell him what happened in last night's dream.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" He asked gently not wanting to press her into something she probably didn't want to do.

"It's nothing really," The red was stained in her cheeks and that wasn't something that Damon just let go.

"Elena your blushing," He ran his thumb over her cheek. "Something good happened in your dream last night. Something good was going to happen and it stopped before it got good," She rolled off him and moved to the farthest side of the bed.

"Whelp, I'm tired, I should probably go back to sleep, goodnight," Damon simply giggled knowing she was avoiding him.

"It was about me wasn't it Elena?" He came up behind her and pressed his body to her backside making her about gasp at how close he was.

"Go back to bed Mr. Salvatore, it was nothing," Elena attempted to avoid him, but it wasn't working very well. Not with him so close. His mouth was at her ear once more. He knew how it affected her when he got this close. She loved to feel his hot breath on her neck and ear. He knew what it did to her.

"We were fooling around weren't we Elena. We were about to do the dirty in between the sheets," Damon crawled up on top of her and turned her body so she was looking up at him. Her breathing was labored once more and he could smell her. He could smell her arousal. It wasn't hard to miss.

"What makes you think we were doing anything like that?" she crossed her arms over her chest defiant and stubborn, but she couldn't hide what was stirring bellow. Damon leaned in over her again.

"Because I can smell you," He whispered seductively. Just because Damon deemed that he wasn't going to take her while Stefan was in the picture, didn't mean he wasn't going to give her the pleasure that she wanted and clearly needed. Damon moved the panties away from her body and tossed them aside.

"What are you doing?" her mouth fell open and she simply stared at his movements.

"You know exactly what I'm doing Elena, just relax," He grinned caressing her inner thighs with his fingers and progressed up her legs until he reached her heated lips. He took a deep breath before slipping two fingers into her body. Elena gasped at the intrusion and writhed slowly within the sheets. Damon was very gentle and slow as he worked his fingers within her, touching every spot where he knew would send the most pleasure throughout her body.

"That feel so good," Elena panted reaching for him, wanting to touch him. He stayed the perfect distance away from her so that she couldn't touch him. It was complete and utter teasing on his part. Damon leaned down over her and kissed her stomach lightly. He didn't stop or peel his lips away once, he kept moving down. Elena moaned softly when his mouth reached her hot center. He was intoxicated by her scent.

"Please don't stop," Elena strung her fingers through his hair tugging him down closer. He loved how needy with desire she was right now.

"I don't plan to Elena," He grinned and kissed her down there with a little flick of his tongue. This had her crying out and squirming against his two fingers that were still doing the job within her. Damon licked up her center and continued to stroke her sensitive nub with his skilled tongue. It was driving Elena insane and almost over the edge. Elena gripped her hair harder and bucked her hips against his mouth. Her moans were becoming louder and loud driving Damon on making him pick up the pace. Before he knew it, he had brought Elena to the brink. Her body convulsed quickly and sharply. Her back arched off the bed as she rode out her high that Damon had given her. Damon was learning to control his blood lust around her, he was proud of himself that he hadn't done anything to hurt her, he had only pleased her. He removed himself from in between her legs grinning like he was the one who had just received that orgasm.

"I'm not even going to say anything," She flopped her sweaty body against his. It wouldn't be long before she started to drift off again. Orgasms would do that to a person. Damon held her for what he thought might be the last time he would ever get to hold the love of his life in his arms again.