A/N: Okay guys, this is going to be the last chapter before Damon and Jeremy leave. WARNING: Elena is going to be a little rambly in this chapter due to the fact that Damon is leaving, so, no, its not my crappy writing. ;) Sorry it took so long to update; I was suffering from SEVERE writer's block. Also, I have just discovered that I never said what college Damon and Jeremy went to! xD They go to a college in New York City, but I will not name one due to copyright reasons. :P Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! More at the bottom.

PS: I don't own TVD.

Damon and I lied together in the bed, holding onto one another as if our arms were the only thing anchoring us to the earth. Our lovemaking had been fierce and unyielding - by far the most passionate we've ever had. But we both knew why; the threat of his pending departure was dangling over both our heads - making both of us on edge.

His leaving was going to kill me, and leaving me was going to kill him.

We had discussed this after he had sung to me. We had immediately both left the room to go upstairs without any explanation. No one questioned us. I could hear my brother following us, but Caroline - dear, Caroline, bless her soul - had stopped him.

"They need to talk," she had said. "He's leaving tomorrow."

Damon and I had not talked for the first four hours of going upstairs. It was just the raw, passionate lovemaking that ensued. We needed to get as much of each other as we could get, because we would have to live a whole three weeks without it. During the short break we had taken, Damon had been the first to speak.

"I love you, Elena," he whispered, nibbling my ear as he did so. "I may have only known you for six days, but I know I am."

I turned around to face him, a watery smile upon my face. "I love you too, Damon. Forever and always."

Needless to say, our break ended there.

We didn't need to talk about why we loved each other; we didn't question each other when we revealed our feelings. There was no need. Damon had seen a side of me I haven't shown anyone, and Damon had shown me a side of him that he hadn't shown a soul. We were complete in each other.

But his leaving - that shadow that hung over our heads from day one - was going to be the telltale sign whether we could live apart. That had been the key to me. Our distance from each other was not going to end our relationship, just define it. If we could survive through just Skype, text, and calls, I would not leave Mystic Falls to go live with him. If not, I would not hesitate to find a house in New York City near his college.

That's why it was hard for both of us to actually get up that morning. This was the last full day that we would get to spend together for about three weeks. I could tell he was thinking about it and that it was getting to him because he didn't leave my side from the moment we got out of bed. As I dressed, he sat in the rocking chair next to my dresser; when I put on make-up in my bathroom, he was standing behind me, his hands on my waist. I managed to get a smile from him when he saw me take the birth control that I suddenly found in my underwear drawer that day. As we went down the stairs, he held my hand. He followed me around like a lost puppy.

I didn't know how I was going to live without him for three weeks.

We were the last ones out of bed, leaving my room around twelve o'clock. I could already smell my mother's attempt at making lunch, and the sounds of my family and the Mikaelsons swirled around me. Damon and I didn't join them. Instead, Damon drug me to the piano, and we sat there - his hands on the keys while my hands rested on his body. My hands didn't stay in one spot; they wandered aimlessly - touching his neck, shoulders, hair, arms, legs, chest. My family and friends didn't bother us, which we were both grateful for.

We were in love, and he was going to leave. That was all that was running through my head.

"Hey," Damon said softly as he played, turning his head slightly to catch my attention.

I looked at him, and I realized I was crying softly. I gave him a watery smile; this one was different from the one I gave him when he had told me he loved me. No, this smile was a weakened smile, and the tears weren't tears of passionate joy. No, these were tears of a woman in love who was seeing her lover off - tears of sorrow.

"Don't cry, baby," he whispered, ceasing his playing to pull me against his chest. He practically picked me up and placed me in his lap, burying his beautiful face into my hair. "Or else I will."

I freed my arms from his grip to wrap them around him. We were both suffering, and suffering greatly.

It took us a while to actually leave the front room. When we entered the kitchen, all conversation ceased. I could see my family staring at Damon and I apprehensively, not knowing what to do. Klaus and Caroline - they were different. They identified with us. Caroline shot me a comforting look, as if saying she knew how she felt. Klaus smiled at Damon and then wrapped his arms around Caroline, nodding. They were telling us that they knew our pain, and for that I was grateful.

Damon surprised me when he looked straight at my family and spoke. "I am going to take Elena out again today."

No one questioned us. I then realized that my mother was just staring at me. At first, this matter puzzled me, but then it hit me: she had never seen me like this - so in love that my love leaving was killing me. This was new for everyone. I could see the question in her gaze as well. I could almost hear her in my head.

Why are you crying over him? You've barely known him a week.

But I didn't dwell on that. Damon dragged me out of the door as quickly as he could, and shoved me in the car. I wasn't worried; I could see the desperation to get out of my house, to get me alone, in his eyes and body language. The tires squealed angrily as he took off, leaving my house in the dust. I didn't know where he was going, and I honestly didn't care. As long as I was with him, it didn't matter.

Funny thing that you won't be with him for three weeks, an evil voice in my mind told me.

I recognized where we were the moment he stopped the car. Our first date was here. He stopped the car, and put it in park, staring out the front windshield, saying nothing. We sat like that for a while, hand in hand - staring off into space. We both were processing our range of emotions.

"I don't know if I can do this, Elena," he said quietly.

I gasped quietly, hurt lancing through me. Did he not want me like I wanted him? Was I not worth it? "Y-you can't?"

He immediately looked at me because of my semi-sobbing tone. His eyes widened when he realized what he had just said. "NO!" he shouted. "Not like that! I will not give you up because of distance! Hell no. I mean, I don't know if I can leave you. I am dying already, and I haven't even left."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't know how I can survive either, Damon, but you need to go back to school." I almost gasped at what I said. I did not want Damon to leave, but something told me that he needed to go and finish his college career. Something told me to be strong and support him - no matter my feelings.

"Why do I need to, Elena?" he questioned, squeezing my hand softly. "I would rather never have the job I want and stay with you, then have my dream job and not have you. I want to stay."

I shook my head stubbornly. "Damon, you will be able to have both. I will not let go of our love. It was fate that you met Jeremy at the DS fundraiser, and it was fate that we met. I am not letting go anytime soon."

Damon stared out the window for a moment, then scooted his chair all the way back and gathered me up in his lap. I moved so I was straddling him, and I was very grateful that I had worn a skirt. I could feel him pulsing against me. "Not good enough, Lena," Damon whispered against my lips. "You can't let go... ever."

I smiled against his lips, and moved my hand to unbuckle his belt. "Deal."

The rest was in a frenzy, similar to the first time we ever joined. It was a hurried spectacle; both of us tearing at the other's clothes. Our bodies joined in a frantic action, both of us thrusting against each other and kissing with a fierce, unrelenting passion. This was not making love; no, this was two bodies calling out to each other, both dying to be joined. My urge was to be filled so completely; his, the closeness of being inside me. We must have been a sight to anyone that had the misfortune of finding us. His shirt was unbuttoned all the way, his sunglasses crooked on his face because of our kisses, and his pants unbuckled. I had no shirt or bra on at all, my skirt was around my waist, and my thong was hanging off the rear-view mirror. I was bouncing and moaning softly as he helped me thrust, kissing me neck, chest, and lips.

"God, Elena," he moaned against me, "this is my favorite feeling in the world - being inside of you."

I suddenly thought of why God made the woman the one to receive the man. The woman was the comfort of the joining. The fact that the woman took the man in, both physically and mentally, was a comfort. It absolute intimacy.

Absolute intimacy.

We both reached the high quicker than we expected. I collapsed upon his chest as I felt him release deep into my body. "Damon," I whimpered softly, shivering. He grabbed his leather jacket from the passenger seat and threw it over both of us. I snuggled into him, breathing in his scent. I marveled at it. He smelled of pine and cologne - a scent that was purely and utterly masculine.

He wrapped his arms around me and held me to him. "Do you think we could live without this for three weeks?"

I sat up softly and looked into his glorious blue eyes. His eyes trained on, watching me with a narrowed expression. I nodded. "Yes. I will visit you every weekend if I need to. Just finish this semester then we get a whole month."

Damon nodded, and kissed my neck. "I hate to say it, but it is almost 4:30. We need to head back. I still need to pack..."

"Of course," I replied, kissing his nose then wrinkling mine. "But we have a problem."

"What?"

"Men pack so horribly. Can I do it for you?"

When we finally reached my house, it was closer to five o'clock. When we entered the house, no one acted any different. We sat on the couch with my family and the Mikaelsons. We sat through three poker games and a round of charades, by that time my mother had called us in for dinner. It was nothing extravagant - in other words, nothing like Damon's cooking. It was barbequed hamburgers, and Damon and I picked at our food, barely eating anything.

Caroline, however, was the complete opposite. Damon and I shared a smile when she started on her fourth burger. We even laughed when Klaus watched his wife devour practically the table with a disbelieving expression. Too soon, dinner was over and it was eight o'clock.

Instead of heading to my room like I expected him too, Damon pulled me towards the piano and started to play. It was like the world was in slow motion. I watched as Caroline and Klaus waved good-bye, as Jeremy and my parents slowly climbed the stairs, bidding Damon and I goodnight. Too soon, it was almost midnight, and Damon and I were heading upstairs.

When we reached my room, we both shed our clothes. We climbed into bed completely bare, but we did nothing. We just held each other, enjoying the feel of skin on skin. I didn't know what I was going to be able to live without this. Even though I had my anxiety, my body was exhausted, and so was Damon's.

"I love you," he whispered to me.

I used the last of my strength and kissed him passionately. "Love you too. Goodnight, my love."

The last word I heard was, "Goodnight, my dear, sweet Elena."

A/N: This chapter feels so rushed, but I have rewritten it a thousand different ways, and this is the best. I hope I didn't disappoint. :P I am posting chapter 11 tonight as well, so keep on a look out. I have estimated that this fanfiction will be about twenty to thirty chapters, maybe even more. No, this isn't going to just be mindless fluff. It will actually have a plot line. I am just getting into it! Reviews are love! Thanks for reading! xoxo Karli