I got nothing on you baby

But I always said I try

Let me show you how much I care

Cause sometimes it gets hard

My List by The Killers

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Elena stumbled out of bed with a predictable hangover. She felt sticky. Her head was aching. Oh, the aftermath of tequila.

She went straight to the bathroom and locked the door. After swallowing two painkillers, she turned on the shower. The shower alleviated her mental state to think clearly. What time was it anyway? She wrapped herself in a robe and walked back into the bedroom.

Before she could blink, her body hit the bed's mattress with a thump. Damon was hovering over her dressed in boxers. He stared at her. His blue eyes grew dark. The intensity floored her. "Good Morning?" Elena said weakly. She watched dark veins appear on his beautiful face. His eyes turned red as he leaned down to Elena's neck. She closed her eyes and waited. Her pulse remained steady.

Damon rubbed his nose against her neck taking in her scent. He placed his lips on her pulse point. Elena waited for the sharp sting of his fangs, but it never came. Instead of a bite, she was rewarded with licking and sucking. She remained frozen. His assault on her neck continued until her body relaxed.

Her heart jumped when he flipped them over on the bed. She straddled him. She couldn't help, but admire his vampire features. She leaned over and with a single finger traced the veins on his face. He moved her hand away interrupting her study. "Take off your robe." He ordered with a serious voice.

Elena followed instructions and reached down to untie the sash. The robe fell off her shoulders and she tossed it aside. When she looked back down at him, she noticed that his human features returned. He looked at her deep in thought. There she was, straddling Damon Salvatore and nothing was happening.

Elena was tempted to make the first move, but his behavior fascinated her. She had fantasized about this moment multiple times and it was nothing like what she predicted. She could feel him hard beneath her, obviously excited about their current position. She remained still in anticipation. She once read that anticipation could be a form of torturous foreplay.

Damon finally moved. He sat up, so his chest was inches away from hers. Now they were equals, neither one over the other. He met her lips with an excruciatingly gentle kiss. Again she was floored by his behavior. She returned the kiss with an equal gentle manner. He placed one of his hands in her damp hair and pulled her closer to him. She felt like he was trying to devour her.

His lips detached from hers and explored her shoulders. She didn't realize that his vampire features had returned. She was tuned into every movement, until she felt the piercing pain of his fangs. Her eyes started to tear and she couldn't speak or scream. Slowly the bite turned into a numbing type of pleasure. She let out a moan when he removed his fangs from within her. She felt a sudden agonizing sense of loss. Damon licked the excess blood around his bite, before meeting her face.

Damon searched her face for a reaction. Elena didn't have one for him. She was experiencing withdrawal from the numbing pleasure. Her eyes were in a trance. He grabbed her face in his palm and she closed her eyes. He closed his eyes and slammed her body down with a forceful kiss. He was back on top of her.

As he explored her mouth, Elena's hands roamed the different muscular lines on his body. Damon kissed his way down her throat to her chest. He cupped her breasts and continued down. He rubbed his nose against her underwear before sliding them off. He grabbed one her hip bones roughly, while his other hand flicked her nipples. He watched her facial expressions as she reacted to his caresses.

Damon moved down her body and teased her clit using the tip of his tongue. She started mumbling softly. First it was moans of "Da-, Da-, Da-" before she could whisper "Damn." He stopped his assault on her clit and gave her labia a languid lick from bottom to top. Her body shivered in response. He took his time enjoying her taste until she was gasping for air. She was mumbling again, more "Da-, Da-, Da-" and then she shouted at him, "DAMON!" A call of anger, not of pleasure. He chuckled lightly before inserting two fingers into her. She let out a deep breath of relief. He moved his fingers within her in a scissor motion, stretching her walls for his eventual possession. It didn't take her long for her to come undone, she started to arch her back and curl her tones. He felt her tighten around his fingers until he sucked on her clit to reward her with release. Elena's body melted into the bed with satisfaction.

Damon shed his boxers and entered her with one swift thrust. Elena breaths grew rapid. He remained still above her, waiting for her body to adjust. Her wet body fit him like a tight glove, he swore she was made for him to enjoy. She whispered "Da-d-uck" before opening her heavy lidded eyes. "What?" Damon whispered back. She bucked against Damon and snapped "Damn-Damon-Fuck!" He smiled wickedly and grabbed her legs to wrap them over his elbows. He started moving in and out of her. It was satisfying to watch his body take hers. He loved withdrawing almost all the way, before entering her again at different angles. He built a rhythm for her to meet.

"DAMON" she called out to him. "Damon... ah... Damon... get over here." She demanded in between pants. He let go of her legs and she wrapped them around his waist. He leaned down to kiss her, while continuing to thrust into her. She squeezed her pelvic muscles to clamp around him tightly and he purred in bliss. For a second he heard her counting. And then she flipped them over with him still inside her. Now she was on top. Her gaze was nothing, but sinful, definitely a bedroom expression.

Elena dug her nails into his chest as she moved her body up and down. She set a pace riding him and her messy hair tossed in all directions. Damon gripped her hips to guide her movements. Soon she was tumbling towards completion with her head leaned back in desperation. She was so close. Elena placed a hand over her clit and rubbed it shamelessly. Damon lost control and changed positions so he could pound into her from above. He dove harder and harder, just short of painful. "Look at me" Damon growled out to her. Her eyes shot open and met his vampire face. His eyes were hazy as he chanted "Mine-Mine-Mine" over and over until they both reached climax.

As Damon moved aside, he turned to say something, but realized she passed out. He brushed the hair off her face, wondering if she would be angry with him. He didn't think she would be, but she could be unpredictable.

Elena eyes opened after 10 minutes. She looked at the ceiling realizing that she passed out. She groaned and closed her eyes. Damon turned to her instantly when he heard her. "Elena?" He said in a hesitant voice, which sounded unnatural for him.

"What?" She said unintentionally harsh with her eyes still shut.

"You okay?"

"No." She took a breath. "Light headed... thirsty... hungry... sore." She blushed and slipped into her robe. She ran a hand through her hair, it was tangled and she would need another shower.

Damon bit into his wrist and placed it in front of her lips. "Drink."

Elena shot him a What-The-Hell face.

"It will heal my bite and fix you."

Elena looked at him warily. The last time she had his blood, he forced it down her mouth and threatened to turn her into a vampire. That memory felt so distant now. She drank from him slowly at first. She didn't remember it tasting this good. Her sucks became more demanding and she heard him moan in pleasure. The experience ended abruptly when he pulled his wrist away from her.

She felt a warm sensation pass through her body. She could hear her own pulse clearly. It didn't take long for her body to heal.

She swung her legs over the bed to stand up, but almost lost her balance. Damon caught her thanks to his quick reflexes. She noticed that he was wearing black boxers, but nothing else. She disengaged from his arms and walked the short distance to her dresser. She grabbed her cell phone and hair brush.

Elena turned on the phone as she walked onto the balcony to get air. Damon followed moments later and sat in the chair next to her. She started brushing out the tangles in her hair. Her eyes widened at the time on her phone, it was nearly 6 p.m. "What did you do today?" She asked Damon curiously.

"I tried waking you up three times."

Elena laughed.

"Yeah, right, hysterical." He said sarcastically.

Elena continued to laugh.

"Ok, you can stop now. I could have forced you to wake up." He glared.

She smirked over at him and continued brushing her hair. Her mind drifted to what happened earlier in bed.

"Can a human get addicted to sharing blood with a vampire?"

Damon threw her a cocky look. "I rocked your world. I was the best you've ever had. Admit it."

Elena considered throwing her brush at him, but he would probably just catch it. "Nothing new. I've passed out before during sex." She dismissed him and looked away.

"That is hard to believe." Damon said flatly.

Elena raised a brow at him. Honestly, she loved getting under his skin. It happened rarely - it was nice reversing their dynamic.

"So bloodplay..." Elena looked at Damon expectantly.

"You're a kinky little thing, aren't you?"

"Damon!" Dear God, she wanted to slap him. How hard is it for him to answer some questions?

"Elena, quiet before the neighbors hear you screaming my name, oh wait, too late - they already have." Damon said clearly enjoying the conversation.

Elena gave up. She was too hungry to deal with him. Instead of snapping something back at him, Elena stood up and walked back into the bedroom. She flopped onto the bed and called for delivery. She closed her eyes, while thinking about him.

Predictable as ever, she knew that Damon was standing in front of her. "Say it already." Elena said in a bored tone.

"Say what?"

"Whatever it is that you're going to say... you always have something to say."

Nothing was said after almost a minute. Elena opened her eyes to find Damon sitting on the edge of the bed. He was staring at the balcony door. When did things get so serious?

Elena decided it was long over due to get dressed. She slipped on a pair of jean shorts and a cotton tank.

"Is it real?" Damon asked as she was slipping on socks.

"You already know the answer." Elena met his eyes. "I invited you to come here." She said softly and walked out of the bedroom.

Elena decided to put on a record and relaxed against the couch. When Damon came out, she noticed he was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. She was happy they were both dressed.

He went over to sit on the couch and hesitantly put his arm around her. When she didn't object, he pulled her closer against his body. She smiled thinking that no one knew that Damon Salvatore liked to cuddle. After a short time, the door bell rang and Elena jumped out of his arms to retrieve the food. She ordered Mexican and asked Damon to try everything.

"Have you gone to a rave?" Elena asked before eating a nacho.

"Like a music festival thing?"

Elena bit her lip attempting to restrain saying teasing remarks. She was excited to expose him to new experiences. "Well, there's music - yes and lots of people. Raves are usually pitch black with strobe lights, like a club, but more intense. People like to dress up in costumes or lingerie sometimes. The music is usually electronic based. And designer drugs are commonly used to heighten the experience."

Damon furrowed his brows at her. He must have been thrown off by the conversation topic.

"The party tonight is a rave... I wanted you to know. So, it might be best for you not to feed on anyone there... the blood might be like taking a rufie." Elena giggled thinking about a not-so stealthy Damon.

Damon nodded in acceptance. "When does it start?"

"After midnight and ends when the sun comes up." Elena grinned obviously excited.

A/N: Be good & review! I am super excited about the next chapter by the way.