Hello my lovely readers! I can't say how sorry I am for not posting in such a long time but I've been away and I haven't really had time to sit down and write anything so…I hope you're still with me and that you'll love what I have in store…

This is going to be a one shot based on a scene from the 6th book… I have no idea how many of you have read the books but I just want to write a little summary so that you have some clue about what's happening there.

So…I'm gonna explain briefly what happened: Stefan has been taken away by a pair of evil kitsune (a mystical creature with powers that surpass ones of a regular vampire) and Damon and Elena find out that he's being held captive somewhere in the Dark Dimensions. They decide to go there and rescue him so they leave town and 'bond' over the road trip and before they enter the Dark Dimension, Bonnie and Meredith join them.

Elena is not simply a human and she has powers of her own, which Damon helps keep in check. The strongest one is telepathy and they use that to communicate with each other… as Damon opens up to Elena and they grow closer, Damon's memories are stolen by the same kitsune that has Stefan and Elena swears that she's gonna help Damon get all of his memories back.

The 3 girls have to pretend to be Damon's slaves so that they could enter the Dark Dimension and they end up saving a pregnant woman (Lady Ulma) from her master. Then Damon 'buys' more slaves and they all settle in Lady Ulma's house. They find that they need to find 2 pieces of a key to save Stefan and for that they figure out that they have to go to 2 different mansions.

During their stay in the Dark Dimension Elena and Damon share some pretty intense moments and Damon protects Elena with his life. As a demonstration, Elena is sentenced to 10 whip lashes in public, but Damon takes away the pain. The constant closeness leads to kisses and blood sharing between Damon and Elena and as the night of the ball comes, they have to focus on getting the first piece of the key but let's see what happens before and at the long awaited gala.

I hope this wasn't too confusing because I really had to explain the story a bit, but it's only a general summary so…I hope you'll like this one shot and if you want me to write about other scenes from the books I'll be glad to do it!

Also I want to clarify from the beginning that I am going to use passages from the book so that even if you haven't read them, you can see how talented LJ Smith is. The smut however, will be totally original…I promise! xD

Anyhow…Thanks again for all the reviews and please keep them coming! As well as the prompts!

P.S: PrettyPinkShoes, dear… I haven't found the scene with the chicken apple soup yet and I promise I'll keep looking for it so that I can write another chapter with that scene…until then I hope you'll like this one from the Nightingale's gala…

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

The girls were in the room with Lady Ulma, staring at the dresses they were about to put on with wide eyes. Astonishment was written all over their faces as the woman showed them what they were going to be wearing at Silver Nightingale's gala tonight. Lady Ulma had done an amazing job at creating a perfect dress for each girl and they were all so excited for the gala already that they hurried to get dressed.

Bonnie's dress was beautiful: the fabric a vivid peacock green-blue with the most amazing hand stitching to represent a pattern of peacock eyes flaring up from the waist. It was a strapless, full-skirted dress and she was wearing a matching necklace of jade, inlaid with emerald, sapphire and lapis lazuli. The ever present bracelets were simple and she could almost pretend that they weren't the proof of slavery.

She looked gorgeous and the other two girls smiled at how she couldn't stop looking in the mirror.

Meredith wore a stunning black as ebony, strapless dress that emphasized her curves, keeping close to the body all the way to the knees where it suddenly flared out, dramatically. She had paired it with large black onyx and gold earrings and gold combs to keep her hair up. She also wore some lovely bracelets- symbolizing the slavery.

When Elena came into view everyone was stunned into silence. The sketch that they've already seen failed to convey just what this dress would do for Elena. Lady Ulma had called it a goddess dress as it was made of milk-white silk, with a delicately pleated waist which held two simple bodice panels that formed a V-neckline, showing off Elena's peach-blossom skin between them and behind them. These panels were held at the shoulders by two carved clasps- gold inlaid with mother-of-pearl and diamonds.

From the waist, the skirt fell straight in graceful, silken folds all the way to Elena's delicate golden sandals. In the back, the two panels that clasped at the shoulder became straps and crossed over to once again meet at the pleated waist. The trick of the dress lay in its very simplicity.

At Elena's throat, an exquisitely designed golden and mother-of-pearl necklace in the stylized shape of a butterfly was inset with so many diamonds that it seemed to blaze with multicolored fire each time she moved and they caught the light. On each wrist, Elena wore a wide bracelet of gold and mother-of-pearl inset with diamonds, obviously made to match the necklace. She was absolutely breathtaking.

Her hair was brushed back and she was wearing a touch of rose colored lipstick, but not much more make-up what with her thick black eyelashes and perfectly arched eyebrows…

"We have to keep our minds on saving Stefan" Elena was with Damon in the room that he had taken over for his own, the old library in Lady Ulma's mansion.

"Where else would my mind be?" Damon's gaze was fixed on Elena's neck, admiring the ornaments with the mother-of-pearl and diamonds. Somehow the white silk of the dress only seemed to emphasize the slim soft column of Elena's throat and she knew it.

"If we thought you really meant it, then we could all just relax."

"You mean be as relaxed as you are?" Damon might give the impression of being completely absorbed by one thing, but the truth was that he was constantly on guard and he saw right through my act.

Elena got lost in thought, her mind wandering. She felt excited about tonight, about having the chance to find the first piece of the key that ultimately would get Stefan to safety. The mere thought of seeing Stefan in the flesh was…

Was terrifying. Not realizing it, Elena reached out for comfort and understanding and found that instead of holding Damon's hand she was in Damon's arms.

The real question is: what will Stefan say about that night at the motel with Damon?

"I'm frightened" She heard herself say, not even sure when she decided to speak.

"Well, don't think about it. It'll only make things worse." Damon tried to comfort her, but she couldn't have it.

But I lied…and you don't remember it or you'd be lying, too. Elena thought as she tried to calm down her nerves.

"Whatever happened, I promise I'll still be around for you. You've got my word on that anyway." Damon's breath was lightly hitting her hair and she could feel it sent small electric-like sparks thorough her veins.

"And on keeping your mind on the key?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Yes, yes, but I haven't fed properly today. Damon's telepathic response startled Elena and she suddenly felt, for just an instant, not merely a ravaging hunger, but a sharp pain that puzzled her. She tightened her grip on Damon, clasping him closer. Before she could quite locate the feeling, it was gone and so was her connection to Damon. He had cut her off.

Damon…

"What?"

Don't shut me out.

"I'm not. I've just said all there is to say, that's all. You know I'll be looking for the key."

Thank you. But you can't just starve…

Who said I was starving? Damon's telepathic connection was back, but there was something missing. Like he was purposefully hiding something and concentrating on assaulting her senses with something else- hunger…Elena could feel it rampaging in him as if he were a tiger or wolf that had gone for weeks without making a kill.

The room did a slow spin around her.

"It's…all right" She whispered, amazed that Damon was able to stand and hold her at all with his insides tearing at him that way.

"Whatever you… need…take…" And then she felt the gentlest probing at her throat of razor-sharp teeth.

Elena gave herself up to it, surrendering to the sensations.

The house was truly a palace, in the best of story-telling tradition. Minarets and towers soared above them, probably painted in blue and lavish gilt, but turned lavender by the sunlight, and looking almost lighter than air. To complement the sunlight, torches had been lit on either side of the path of the litters up the hill and some chemical had been used (or maybe magic) to make their lights shine in varying colors so that they changed from golden, to red, to purple, to blue, to green and silver. They took Elena's breath away, as the only things that were not tinged with red in the whole world that she could see.

Damon and Elena had traveled together, whilst Bonnie went with Meredith. He had brought a bottle of Black Magic whine that was a special kind of whine that vampires drank that helped them ease the hunger. It had no alcohol- as such- in it, but it wasn't like regular whine and it induced a state of tipsiness. Damon had drunk most of the Black Magic and was a bit too high spirited.

They passed by lighted fountains and noticed huge banks of flowers and extravaganza around them with amazement. There was music and lights everywhere. Elena felt a slight fear at seeing the estate…there were too many rooms, too many people. As she spotted Lady Fazina, the host of the gala, with her delicate three-tier diamond and emerald tiara and her glorious appearance, Elena was afraid that she looked out of place with her unadorned hair.

Send some Power to your ears. And stop worrying! Damon suggested telepathically and Elena was startled to hear his voice.

Am I projecting that loudly? Elena's concerned response made Damon smirk.

Not that loudly, but it never hurts to tune it down…

Elena obediently increased the Power to what she still thought as her burst ear nodes, and conversation all around her, suddenly became audible.

...Oh, the goddess in white…she's just a child, but what a figure…

…Magnificent isn't she?

…Did you see the prince and princess over there? I wonder if they'd swap…or…do a quartet, dear?

This was more like what Elena was used to hearing at parties. It gave her more confidence. It also made her look around more boldly, her arm securely placed over Damon's as they walked further into the crowd. As they stopped to look around she noticed Damon staring at her neck again. Fortunately at that moment a handsome man dressed in a tuxedo came by with Black Magic in large silver goblets and Damon drained his in one gulp before taking another one from the tray.

Elena narrowed her eyes at him, but didn't say anything about the excessive amount of Black Magic that Damon had had so far. They took seats in the back row as everyone started gathering, taking their seats for the Silver Nightingale's first performance. Bonnie and Meredith joined them just as the woman began singing.

Her voice was the most impressive instrument and the audience was completely mesmerized by her singing. Elena felt her skin break out into gooseflesh and her legs were slightly trembling and she was entranced by the soft music.

When someone touched her from behind she started, brought back too quickly from the fantasy world the music had woven around her. But it was only Meredith.

"I was going to say why not start now, while everyone else is listening?" It was a great suggestion and as Elena looked around she noticed that even the guards were out of it so she nodded.

"We agreed on two by two, right? So…we'll meet outside near the fountain" Elena decided as they stood up and set out into Silver Nightingale's mansion, walking by the guards unnoticed.

The only clue they had about the first piece of the key's location was what the kitsune had told them that it was inside Silver Nightingale's instrument. It wasn't like they knew what kind of instrument he was talking about.

"I don't suppose…" Bonnie began a little giddy as we all made our way out the door and into Lady Fazina's Hall of Harpery. "…that the instrument is her voice…and that if we reach down her throat…" Elena looked over at Meredith questioningly…

"I know…no more drinks for birdbrain over here…" Meredith shook her head and Elena felt Damon's hand grasp hers, tugging her towards the hallway full of rooms. But before they could walk away, Bonnie started talking in that blank, toneless way she did when she had a vision.

"Each half of the fox key is shaped like a single fox, with two ears, two eyes and a snout. The two fox key halves are gold and covered with gems- and their eyes are green. The key you seek is yet in Silver Nightingale's instrument."

"Bonnie! You did it! You told us what the key looks like…"

Elena's voice expressed her relief that the others shared, too. Meredith quickly went to check to see if Bonnie was alright. When she was satisfied that Bonnie was fine, Meredith motioned for Damon and Elena to go. There was no time to waste so they needed to split up to cover more ground and Elena looked at Meredith seeing her silent nod before she followed Damon down the hall.

Damon and Elena were wandering the palace, looking through the rest of the mansion that was off-limits to visitors. If they found nothing, they intended to search the more available rooms as the gala continued.

It was dangerous work, this staling in and out of darkened, cordoned-off -often locked- empty rooms: dangerous and strangely thrilling to Elena. Somehow, it seemed that fear and passion were more closely related than she had fully realized. Or at least, it seemed that way with her and Damon.

Elena couldn't help noticing and admiring little things about him. He seemed to be able to pick any lock with a single little implement he produced from inside his black jacket, the way other people produce fountain pens, and he had such a swift, graceful way of taking the pick out and putting it back in, Economy of motion, she knew, earned by living for around a century and a half.

Also, no one could argue it: Damon seemed to keep his head in any situation, which made them a good pair right now when she was striding around like a goddess who could not be bound by the rules of mortals. This was even enhanced by the scares she got: shapes that shapes that looked like guards or sentries looming up at her turned out to be a stuffed bear, a slim cupboard and something Damon didn't allow her more than a glimpse of, but what looked like a mummified human. Damon, of course, wasn't fazed by any of them.

Elena tried channeling some of her Power to her eyes and things immediately brightened up. God! I'll have to wear this dress for the rest of my life: it makes me feel so…powerful. So…unashamed. I'll have to wear it to college, if I ever get to college, to impress the professors and to the beach just to give the guys something to ogle…

She stifled a giggle and was surprised to see Damon glance at her with mock reproach. Of course, he was as closely focused on her as she was on him. But it was a slightly different case, because, to his eyes, she wore a big label with "Strawberry Jam" written on it, tied around her neck. And he was getting hungry again. Very hungry.

Next time I'm going to see that you eat properly before you go out. Elena thought at him.

Let's worry about succeeding this time before we start planning for next time, he returned, with just the faintest firefly of his 250 kilowatt smile.

Elena swore to herself that laugh at her as he might, beg her as he might, threaten or cajole as he might, she wouldn't give Damon the satisfaction of even one nip tonight. He could just pop the top off another jam pot, she thought.

They searched endless darkened rooms, not even knowing what they were actually looking for. First Damon would check if there were a breathing body inside the room, then he picked the lock. Things were working seamlessly until they reached a room at the end of a long hallway facing west- Elena had long since gotten lost in the palace, but she could unerringly tell west, because it was where the bloated sun hung.

Damon had picked the lock of this room and Elena had originally started forward eagerly. She searched the room, which contained a silver-framed picture of a harp, but with nothing as bulky as the half of the fox key inside it, even when she had carefully used Damon's lock pick to unscrew the backing.

It was while she was placing this picture back on the wall that they both heard the thump. Elena winced, praying that none of the black-suited "security servants" who roamed the palace had heard the noise.

Damon quickly put a hand over her mouth and dialed the gaslight knob into darkness. But they both could hear it now…footsteps approaching from outside in the hallway. Someone had heard the thump. The footsteps stopped outside the door and there was the distinct sound of an upper servant's discreet cough.

Elena whirled around, knowing that if she'd get the slightest rise in adrenalin then her Powers could bring the security worker to his knees, sobbing in the penitence of a lifetime's work at evil. Elena and Damon would be gone before-

But Damon had another idea, and Elena was startled into going along with it.

When the door opened silently a moment later, the steward found a couple locked in such a tight embrace that they seemed not even to notice the intrusion. Elena could practically feel his indignation. The desire of a couple of guests to discreetly embrace in the privacy of Lady Fazina's many public rooms was understandable, but this was part of the private household. As he turned the lights up, Elena peeked at him out of the corner of her eye. Her psychic senses were open enough to catch his thoughts.

He was going over the valuables in the room with an experienced but bored gaze. The exquisite miniature vase with the trailing roses picked out in rubies and emerald-encrusted vines; the magically preserved 5000-year-old wooden Sumerian lyre; the twin pair of solid gold candlesticks in the shape of rearing dragons; the Egyptian funerary mask with its dark, elongated eyeholes seeming to watch out of its brilliantly painted features…all were here. It wasn't even as if her ladyship kept anything of great value here, but still…

"This room is not part of the public display" he told Damon, who merely clasped Elena closer. Damon seemed very determined to put on a good show for the steward…or something like that. But hadn't they already…done so? Elena's thoughts were losing coherency. The last thing…the very last thing that they could afford…was to…lose the chance of…finding the fox key. Elena started to pull away and then realized that she mustn't.

Mustn't, not couldn't. She was property, expensive property to be sure, decked out the way she was tonight, but Damon's to dispose of as he chose. While someone else was looking on, she must not seem to disobey her master's wishes.

Still, Damon was taking this too far…farther than he had ever taken liberties with her, although, she thought wryly, he didn't know that. He was caressing the skin left unprotected by the ivory goddess dress, her arms, her back, even her hair. He knew how she liked that, how she could somehow feel it when her hair was held and the ends caressed softly or gently crushed in a fist.

Damon! She was down to the last resort now: pleading.

Damon…if they detain us, or do anything to us that keeps us from finding the key tonight- when will we have another chance? … She let him feel her desperation, her guilt, even the treacherous desire she had to forget everything and let each minute carry her further on this wave of ardor that he had created.

Damon, I'll…say it if you want. I'm…begging you. Elena could feel her eyes prickling as tears flooded them.

No tears. Elena heard Damon's telepathic voice gratefully. There was something strange about it, though. It couldn't be starvation- he'd had her blood not much more than two hours ago. And it wasn't passion, for she could hear- and sense- that, all too clearly.

Yet Damon's telepathic voice was so taut with control that it almost frightened her. Moreover, she knew he could feel that it frightened her and that he chose to do nothing about it. No explanation. No exploration, either, she realized as she found that behind the control, his mind was entirely shut to her.

The only thing she could liken the feeling that she got from his steely control was pain. Pain that was just on the edge of the endurable.

But from what? Elena wondered helplessly. What could cause him pain like that?

Elena couldn't waste their time on wondering what was wrong with Damon. She turned up the Power of her own hearing and began to listen at the doors before they entered.

It was while she was listening that suddenly a new idea solidified in Elena's mind, and she stopped Damon in a pitch -dark hallway and tried to explain to him what kind of room she was looking for. What, in modern days, would be called a "home office".

Damon, familiar with the architecture of great mansions, took her, after only a few false starts, into what was clearly a lady's writing room. Elena's eyes were by now as keen as his in the dimness as they searched by the light of a single candle.

While Elena was getting frustrated after searching a remarkable desk with pigeonholes for secret drawers, and not finding any, Damon was checking the hallway.

"I hear someone outside…I think it's time to leave now."

But Elena was still looking. And- as her eyes raced across the room- she saw a small writing desk with an old-fashioned chair and an assortment of various pens, from ancient to modern, flaunting themselves from elaborate holders.

"Let's go while it's still clear." Damon murmured impatiently.

"Yes" Elena said distractedly. "All right…" And then she saw…

Without an instant's hesitation she strode across the room to the desk and picked up a pen with a brilliant silver plume. It wasn't a genuine quill pen, of course, it was a fountain pen made to look elegant and old-fashioned - with a plume. The pen itself was curved to fit her hand and the wood felt warm.

"Elena…I don't feel very…"

"Damon, shhh…" Elena ignored him, too absorbed in what she was doing to really hear. First: try to write. No go. Something was blocking the cartridge. Second: unscrew the fountain pen carefully, as if to refill its cartridge, while all the time her heart was clamouring in her ears and her hands were shaking. Keep moving slowly...don't miss anything...for God's sake don't let anything fall away and bounce in this dimness. The two parts of the pen parted in her hand...

...and onto the dark-green desk pad fell a small, heavy, curved piece of metal. It had just fit inside the widest part of the pen. She had it in her hand and was reassembling the pen before she could get a good look at it. But then... she had to open her hand and see.

The small crescent-shaped object dazzled her eyes in the light, but it was just like the descriptions Bonnie had given Elena and Meredith. A tiny representation of a fox with a nominal body and a jewel-encrusted head that sported two flat ears. The eyes were two sparkling green emerald stones. Emeralds?

"Alexandrite" Damon said in a bedroom whisper. "Folklore has it that they change colour in candlelight or firelight. They reflect the flame."

Elena, who had been leaning back against him, recalled with a chill the way Damon's eyes had reflected flame when he had been possessed: the blood-red flame of the malach- of the kitsune's cruelty.

"So...how did you do it?" Damon demanded.

"This is really one of two pieces of the fox key?"

"Well it's hardly something that belongs in a fountain pen. Maybe it's a Crackerjack prize. But you went right to it the moment we entered the room. Even vampires need time to think, my precious princess."

"It's too easy, actually." Elena shrugged. "When it was clear that all those harp keys were no goes, I asked myself what else was an instrument that you'd find in someone's house. A pen is a writing instrument. Then I just had to find out whether Lady Fazina had a study or writing room."

Damon let out a breath. "Hell's demons, you little innocent. You know what I've been looking for? Trap doors. Secret entries to dungeons. The only other instrument I could think of was an 'instrument of torture' and you'd be surprised at how many of them you'll find in this fair city."

"But not in her house!" Elena's voice rose dangerously, and they were both silent a moment to make up for it, listening, on tenterhooks, for any sound from the hallway.

There was none.

"Quick! Where, where will it be safe?" Elena began to realize that the one fault of her goddess dress was that there was absolutely no place to hide anything. She'd have to speak to Lady Ulma about that for next time.

"Down...down in the pocket of my jeans" Damon said, seeming to be as urgent and shaking as badly as she was. When he had jammed it deep into the recesses of his black Armani jeans he caught her by both hands.

"Elena! Do you realise? We've done it. We've actually done it!"

"I know!" Tears were leaking out of Elena's eyes and all of Lady Fazina's music seemed to be swelling in one great, perfect chord.

"We did it together!"

And then somehow- like all the other "somehows" that were getting to be a habit with them, Elena was in Damon's arms, sliding her own arms under his jacket to feel his warmth, his solidity. She wasn't surprised, either, to feel a double piercing at her throat when she dropped her head back: her lovely panther was really only a little tamed, and needed to learn a few basics of dating etiquette; such as you kiss before you bite...

He had said he was hungry earlier, she remembered, and she had ignored him, too enthralled by the silver pen to put the words together. But she put them together now, and understood- except why he seemed to be so exceptionally hungry tonight. Maybe even...excessively hungry.

Damon she thought gently you're taking a lot...

She could feel no response but the raw hunger of the panther.

Damon...this could be dangerous...for me. This time Elena put as much Power as she could into the words she sent. Still no response from Damon, but she could feel herself begin to drift into the darkness.

And a miracle happened. The little sting of fangs being withdrawn. The stop of energy flow from Elena to Damon. She was catapulted back into consciousness as if by a hurricane. The darkness faded. In its place was a room, too bright, its one candle blazing like a police searchlight aimed directly at her. She shut her eyes and felt the warmth and heaviness of the corporeal Damon in her arms.

"I'm sorry! Elena, can you speak? I didn't realise how much-"There was something wrong with Damon's voice. Then she understood. Damon's fangs were unretracted. Wha- Everything was wrong. They'd been so happy, but- but now her right arm felt wet.

Elena pulled away from Damon entirely, staring at her arms, which were red and with something that wasn't paint. She was still too worked up to ask questions properly. She slipped behind Damon and pulled his black leather jacket off of him. In the brilliant light she could see his black silk shirt marred by line after line of dried, partially dried, or just plain wet blood.

"Damon!" Her first reaction was horror without a touch of guilt or understanding.

"What happened? Did you get into a fight? Damon, tell me!"

And then something in her mind presented her with a number. Since she had been a child, she had been able to count. In fact, she'd learned to count to ten before her first birthday. Therefore, she'd had seventeen full years of learning to count the number of irregular, deep, still-bleeding cuts in Damon's back.

Ten.

Elena looked down at her own bloody arms and at the goddess dress, which was now the horror dress because its pure milky whiteness was marred with brilliant red.

Red that should have been her blood. Red that must have felt like sword slashes into Damon's back as he channelled the pain and the marks of the Night of her Discipline from her to him.

And he carried me all the way home. The thought came swinging in from nowhere. Without a word about it. I would never have known... and he still hasn't healed. Will he ever heal?

"Damon...you..." Elena opened her mouth to tell Damon exactly how horrified she was that he hadn't healed yet and that what he did for her was extremely stupid and that she loved him for it, still. Before she could even formulate a coherent sentence, Damon's lips crushed against hers, effectively silencing her.

Even though Elena knew that Damon was basically trying to distract her, the unbridled desire that coursed through her veins in that moment was far greater than what was left of her rationality. They both moaned at the contact, their lips moving together as Damon backed Elena towards the wooden desk.

Elena could practically feel Damon's urgency as his warm tongue ran over the seam of her lips and she parted her lips, allowing his tongue to entwine with hers, both of their desperation clear in their actions. All that Damon wanted was to taste her, to devour her mouth and make her his forever...mark her as his own so that no one could ever take her away from him. Ultimately all he needed was her and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure that she'd be his.

Damon fisted her hair in one hand, holding her still and showing her exactly how badly he wanted her as his other hand dropped to her ass, pulling her closer, his touch sending electric jolts from the tips of her hair throughout her body. Elena fingers threaded through Damon's black locks as if on their own accord and she tugged him closer still.

Kissing Damon was exhilarating; every brush of his tongue causing little shocks all over her body. Elena was so perceptive to his every movement that it was unnerving how good they fit together and how their bodies seemed to know each other's. Her clit swelled in anticipation, throbbing in need as Damon's ravenous kisses made Elena's eyes roll in the back of her head.

They were both equally consumed by the unbridled lust that was coursing through their veins, too far gone to care about the implications of their actions or about what this meant. They were crossing all of those already blurred lines but it felt so incredibly good that neither of them could think about anything else besides how right this felt.

Lost in the haze of lust, Elena lifted a leg, wrapping it around Damon, desperately seeking some friction to release some of their pent up sexual tension. Another breathy moan escaped through her parted lips and onto Damon's as they pulled apart for much needed breath.

Elena was panting as their gazes locked and they stood there frozen, staring at each other, unable to move, to look away. The connection between them had never been stronger and they both felt the immense surge of Power coursing from one to the other as well as the raging lust that was practically screaming to be released.

Neither of them could believe that this was truly happening, but there was no doubt that neither Damon nor Elena could back away from this now. And truth was they didn't. Their actions were primal, yet deliciously sinful that one thing was for sure...this time there was no going back. They were going to go all the way.

Damon's free hand slipped under her shirt, revelling in the softness of her silky skin against his, feeling the need for more contact. His hand made its way expertly upwards, lightly touching the side of her breast before he smirked, his thumb brushing over her nipple and making Elena gasp. The fact that she wasn't wearing a bra provided better access and Elena groaned as shock waves shot through her system as Damon began kneading her breasts. Fuck! Damon cursed, seeing how damn responsive she was to his every touch.

They were too caught up in the moment to notice their surroundings, Damon only being half aware that he was leading Elena to the old wooden desk. But as soon as they reached it and Elena felt the edge against her thighs, Damon lifted her up and settled her on the desk, her long legs wrapped around his hips.

Damon's hands were lightly caressing her thighs, lifting the goddess-like white dress that was now slightly tinted red up her legs. They knew that they could get caught at any time and it only served to make things more intense. Damon was trailing scorching kisses down Elena's neck, his lips worshiping the soft skin of her throat and the half-moons of her breasts.

Elena was so hot and bothered, so slick already and she needed him so bad! Damon seemed to know exactly when to cross that final line and Elena felt his fingers brush against the heated flesh of her core. He traced her folds, moaning at how wet she was, making Elena squirm under his touch, letting out a ragged breath as Damon's finger reached her swollen clit, circling it as Elena whimpered, pushing herself against him as her hands trailed down to his pants, fumbling with them so that he'd take her already.

As the passion and desire between them became unbearable, Damon slid one of his digits into her, moaning at how tight and warm she felt even then. Imagining how she would feel around his cock made him actually growl, his aching erection already begging for release.

Damon pulled his finger out of her, bringing it to his mouth and licking it as Elena watched him with lust filled eyes, the erotic scene only making her arousal spike. Before she could recover from the intense moment, Damon fisted his member and entered her in one swift move that made them both cry out.

His eyes rolled in the back of his head at the intimate connection they shared. It was as if hot velvet was clamping down on him, engulfing him as he filled her to the hilt. Elena felt like she was about to scream at the immense pleasure that came with having Damon's cock inside her. As he began to move, Elena couldn't keep from moaning in protest at the feeling of having him pull out of her, but as he slammed back into her, she yelled out his name. Damon was touching that spot deep inside of her that made her toes curl every time he thrust forward and Elena's whimpers grew stronger and more frequent.

The way she cried out in delight made Damon slam harder and he quickened his pace as he kissed her with all he had. Elena moaned into his mouth as he plunged deeper and more roughly into her, taking her higher than she could've ever thought possible. Damon's hands were gripping her hips almost painfully tight but she didn't feel it, the only thing that she felt was the pleasure and it was overwhelming.

Damon wrapped his hand in Elena's hair, which he realized he might be slightly obsessed with. He pulled her closer, gently nipping at her skin and then placed hot kisses up to her ear where he started whispering all of the things he'd do to her, things that normally would earn him a blush or even a slap across the face.

He was playing her like a musical instrument, it was as if he was the artist and she was his violin. Soon, Elena felt a wave of heat travel through her body as Damon's hand slipped between her legs, his fingers instantly working on her clit and shattering her reality.

In moments, she was screaming his name as she fell apart, a mind-numbing orgasm taking over her body, shaking her to her core. Her walls were squeezing him so tightly that Damon followed Elena within seconds as he finally let go, feeling like he was about to explode.

This was like nothing that either of them had experienced before. It was a connection that went far beyond the physical one.

Elena couldn't stop coming and she felt Damon's release explode inside of her, his cum shooting deep into her. For Damon it felt like there was liquid fire coursing through his veins all the way to his cock and he trembled under the intensity of his orgasm.

Their bodies gave in and Damon rested his head on Elena's shoulder as they both came down from their highs. Elena was panting and her heart was beating erratically as she tried to steady herself. They were revelling in their post-orgasmic haze and nothing else mattered now that they were finally together.

The physical pain that they had both experienced before was long forgotten, both Damon's slashed back and Elena's blood loss and now that they pulled apart it all came rushing back. They arranged their clothes and stood straight, wanting to walk out of the room when they were both suddenly falling into the darkness.

SO...that's about it!:D What do you think? This was the longest chapter I've written yet and although the smut is not really the focal point, I tried my best...

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xoxo Rose