Thank you for all of the reviews, they really put a smile on my face and make me want to continue. Ok so this chapter sees Damon and Elena go on holiday, I planned to send them a away for quite some time but since Ian said he would like Damon and Elena to go to the Caribbean, and the fact that I just came back off holiday myself, really made me want to write this. They don't go to the Caribbean but somewhere better in my opinion :). I just want to WARN, this chapter has a bit of everything, intense, sweet and mushy and then a little surprise which will not be to everyone's taste but try to keep an open mind, remember I did WARN you! Really hope you like it!

Damon lay staring at the ceiling, making out the shapes as the sun flickered under the door and reflected around the room. He had managed to convince Elena to just stay in bed with him for a few days. It wasn't difficult. The last few days weren't about the sex for him. Yes it was amazing, it always was, but having her in bed with him made him feel less guilty. He had kept her occupied, not wanting her mood to slip at all, knowing that if it did he would be consumed by guilt. He knew he had to get them out of here, the room echoed with memories of his wrong doings and it was becoming too much, he needed somewhere new, a fresh start with her and to forget the lie. Damon trailed circles over Elena's arms as she slept, her arm wrapped lightly over his stomach, his chin resting gently on her head. He had never felt so guilty, she had no idea, things seemed perfect and he could make himself forget for a short time, but whenever she slept his feelings resurfaced, the guilt creeping up his body and threatening to choke him. They had to leave, he had to leave, she had forgotten but he needed some place new to help him forget – he hoped!

Elena began to stir, her eyes moving under her eyelids, her body jolting every now and then. Damon smiled, stroking her face lightly as she woke, blinking a few times to adjust to the light.

"Morning" he kissed her cheek smiling against her soft skin.

"Morning" she said groggily.

Damon rolled his body slightly, his lips finding her ear. He breathed heavily against her earlobe; his breath caressing her neck and sending shivers down her spine. He hesitated for a second, smiling as he felt her body shudder from just the feel of his breath.

"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you want to go?".

"Hypothetically?" Elena asked.

"No, really" he sucked on the delicate skin of her ear making her giggle.

"Mmm, you're in a good mood today" she turned her body into him, taking his lips in a kiss.

She pulled away for a second.

"It wouldn't matter where I was, as long as I was with you." she kissed him again.

Damon closed his eyes and kissed her back, her words resonating within him, the guilt surfacing again. If only she knew he thought to himself. He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind, kissing her back more passionately, desperate to take his mind off of the ever growing guilt riddling his body.

"But if you really could go anyway?" he smiled against her lips.

Elena nibbled on his top lip, grazing her teeth over it, pulling and sucking on it.

"I would want to go somewhere hot and secluded, with beautiful seas and sandy beaches, mountains and sunsets that you could only dream of, somewhere where you can just forget the world" she smiled at him.

Damon kissed her gently on the lips, he knew just the place.

He sat up and looked over his shoulder at her smiling softly.

"Pack your bags."

"What? Where are we going?"

"Somewhere where you can just forget the world." he smirked at her.

Elena pulled him onto her and kissed his lips hard, giggling against him. He moved his kisses to her jaw, trailing them down her neck, making her tilt her head back and her eyes flicker shut under his touch.

"You can be so sweet sometimes." she gushed.

"I know." he moved his kisses across her collar bone.

"Now, get up and pack."

"Awww, but, I'm…" Elena flicked her eyes down to her womanly area.

"I know." he smirked at her, loving that he had turned her on.

"Later…." he rolled off of her.

Elena sat in disbelief, she hated it when he teased her. He was too good at it. She scrunched her face up at him, pouting her lips.

"I'm not falling for that." he smiled at her.

"I'm taking you on holiday, now get up." he laughed.

Elena pouted her lips some more before laughing and jumping out of bed. She stretched over the bed and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Thank you." she smiled.

"I'll be back in a little while, I have to sort some things out, pack for me?" he kissed her back, before stepping out of bed and throwing on some clothes.

He walked over to the door and closed it behind him. Elena sat on the edge of the bed, pack for him she thought, a concerned look spread across her face what do men pack? She stood up and pulled on a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt, pulling the suitcases out from under the bed and placing them on top of the sheets. She tapped her finger on her lip, thinking about what to pack for him, before deciding that she would pack for herself first.

Elena walked over to the chest of draws pulling out everything she owned and chucking it on the bed. She placed dresses against herself and stood in front of the mirror analysing her reflection.

"No." she chucked the dress back on the bed and held another one against her.

"No." she said throwing the dress to the side.

I so can't be bothered with this she thought why was packing so difficult? She picked up all her clothes and threw them into her suitcase. She climbed onto the bed and stood on top of the suitcase, bouncing up and down on its lid to try and flatten the contents and make it shut. She jumped some more, leaning over and trying to close the zippers at the same time.

Damon stood behind her in the doorway and laughed.

"What are you doing? And why is my suitcase still empty?"

Elena collapsed in a huff on the bed.

"I don't know what to take, I don't know where we're going and..."

"And what?" Damon walked over to her and placed his hand on her chin, lifting her head to him.

"And I look horrible."

"No you don't," he reassured her "you're beautiful and you look amazing in whatever you wear."

"I'm covered in cuts and bruises." she said dropping her head "how is that beautiful?"

"I don't see why you won't let me drink your blood anymore."

"We aren't going over this again." Damon grew angry, picking up his clothes from the drawers and placing them in his suitcase.

He couldn't tell her why she couldn't drink his blood anymore, but there was a good reason. If she drank his blood she would remember and he wouldn't be so stupid as to let that happen again. It hadn't occurred to him before, but then he had never frequently shared his blood with a human whose memories he had erased. His blood was the key, her memories flowed within him, were a part of him, drinking his blood, taking a part of him had restored what he had made her forget. His guilt was all consuming, he hated himself for everything he was doing to her, but he needed her, he loved her and she could love him, as soon as they were away he could forget that this was a lie, his guilt would go – it had to!

"Here's your passport." he passed it to Elena.

She opened it up and stared at her picture, reading the details beside it.

"Savannah Moore? Why does my passport say Savannah Moore? Why doesn't it say Elena Gilbert? Why can't I use my own passport?" Elena questioned him, confusion growing on her face.

"Because you can't." Damon said, ignoring her as he packed his suitcase.

"But why?" she probed.

Damon grabbed her by her hair and yanked her head back, edging his face closer to hers. Darkness filled his eyes and Elena's lips began to quiver as he tightened his grip on her. He held her tight.

"STOP ASKING QUESTIONS!" he shouted in her face, growing angry, the guilt overriding him.

Tears formed in her eyes and she whimpered as he pulled on her hair, shaking her body slightly as he flew into a rage.

"I said you can't, now leave it!" he seethed pushing her to the floor and walking out of the room.

Elena scrambled to the edge of the bed and leaned her back against it, pulling her knees into her chest, quietly sobbing to herself. He hadn't lost his temper with her like that for a while and it kind of scared her. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her hands slightly shaking, what was wrong with him? Why was he being like this? She thought. She couldn't help but feel like it was her fault, she shouldn't have pushed him, shouldn't have asked questions, he was doing something nice for her, taking her away, she should be happy, but she couldn't bring herself to be.

Elena whimpered as she picked at the graze on her hand, carpet burn from where she had slid across the floor slightly when he pushed her. She bit down on her lip as the stinging sensation shot up her arm, the small carpet fibres being pulled out between her nails.

Damon walked back into the bedroom and crouched down bedside her. He took her hand and kissed the graze softly.

"I'm sorry" he said kissing her hand again "I didn't mean to take it out on you, the last thing I'd want to do is hurt you" he stroked his fingers over her cheek, sweeping the stray tears away.

"It's ok." she whispered, pulling his face to her lips and kissing him lightly.

Damon helped her to her feet and turned to the bed. He pressed firmly on her suitcase and zipped it up for her.

"I don't know why you're packing so much, your clothes will spend more time on the floor than on your body." he smirked at her.

"What are you taking?" she asked, peering into his suitcase.

Elena eyed a few pairs of shorts, some jeans, a couple of shirts and a few t-shirts.

"Is that all you're taking?"

"Like I said the clothes will spend more time on the floor." he pulled her into a loose hug and kissed her forehead.

"We need to get going, or we'll miss the flight."

Elena peered out the window as the plane landed on the runway; she tried to establish where they were but came up blank. Damon had chartered a private jet and made sure the pilot didn't make any announcements, he wanted to keep her guessing.

They stepped off of the plane, and the hot air hit Elena, catching her off guard. She felt like she had just stepped into a sauna, it was seriously hot and beautifully sunny. Her eyes roamed her surroundings picking up on the trees and mountains in the background, the crystal blue sea in the opposite direction and the white sandy beaches; they were definitely somewhere exotic she thought.

"Ok, I give up, where are we?" she smiled at Damon.

"We aren't there yet."

"What do you mean we aren't there yet?" she looked puzzled.

"We just took, like a 5 hour plane journey, how can we not be there yet?"

"Because now we have to go on a boat journey." he laughed at her, wrapping his arm across her shoulder and pulling her into him.

"Just be patient, we will be there soon, I promise." he reassured her.

Elena stepped awkwardly onto the boat, trying to get her balance as the boat rocked slightly in the clear waters. Damon placed their suitcases at the back of the boat and took a seat next to Elena, kissing her cheek affectionately and holding her hand.

"So, private jet, private boat, something you want to tell me? Taking me to a private island?" she laughed.

"Something like that." he smiled, squeezing her slightly.

"What? I was joking, private island, are you serious?"

"Well not exactly, but I pretty much rented the whole place." he laughed "You said you wanted to go somewhere secluded, this is as secluded as it gets." he kissed her cheek again.

"I really do love you." Elena leaned her head on his shoulder and smiled as the boat turned out of the harbour.

Damon closed his eyes and bit on his lip, gripping her hand more tightly. Every time she told him she loved him it made him feel bad, made the guilt rise up to the surface again, made him want to tell her the truth and set her free, he loved her and he didn't know how much longer he could live the lie.

The boat sped through the water, the breeze blowing Elena's hair out of her face as she tingled with excitement. She rested against Damon and took in the view. It was beautiful, the water was so clear, a mountainous island in front of them, water bungalows popping out the shore of the golden beaches that stretched across it. It looked like heaven. If heaven existed, it was here she thought to herself. Suddenly something in the water caught her attention, bobbing up and down and keeping up with the speed of the boat. She propped her head up to get a better look, a smile spreading across her lips when she realised what it was.

"OMG, Damon look there's turtles!" she beamed, standing up and wobbling over to the edge of the boat, holding on to the side and leaning over to see them swimming alongside the boat.

"There's a turtle sanctuary where we're going, you can swim with them." he joined her at the edge of the boat, taking her in a hug and kissing her passionately.

"Really? They're my favourite animal; they are so cute, thank you so much."

"You're welcome." he wrapped his arms around her as the boat pulled into the bay.

"Thanks." Damon said to the captain, sticking a wad of cash into his pocket.

He jumped off of the boat into the water and held his arms out to Elena. She wrapped her legs around his waist and linked her arms around his neck as he carried her onto the beach, the captain following closely behind them with their bags. They walked hand in hand up the beach to the hotel's entrance, Elena was beaming from ear to ear, holding on to Damon's hand with both hands as excitement consumed her. They were met at the entrance by some hotel staff who handed them both a tropical cocktail and beaded necklaces and bracelets.

"Welcome to Le Meridien in Bora Bora." one of the hotel staff smiled.

"We're in Bora Bora?" Elena couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth.

"Yep, the paradise of the South Pacific apparently." Damon smirked at her.

"I've always wanted to come here." she kissed him on the lips.

"And now you're here." he kissed her back.

"And we can stay as long as we want?"

"We can do that?" she questioned.

Damon moved his lips to her ear and whispered softly into her.

"Vampire, remember?"

Elena smiled as he kissed the side of her neck, he could be so devious, but she loved it, she loved him.

"Marcel will show you to your water bungalow." one of the staff members said.

"We're staying in one of those water bungalows?"

"Mmhmm." Damon leaned into her neck, and took her hand in his, laughing slightly as they followed the hotel porter to their accommodation.

Elena stepped into the bungalow completely in awe, it was everything she could ever dream of, wooden decor with windows all around providing views of the blue lagoon and the mountains on the mainland. She cupped her hand over her mouth as she walked into the bedroom, a huge bed stood before her with rose petals on the sheets, a glass covered plunge pool at the foot of the bed. She peered through the glass, seeing turtles swimming under their bungalow, she couldn't believe he had done this for her. Damon stood back as she explored, a smile curving onto his lips as he took in her reaction to everything, she was so happy, maybe this place really would make him forget his guilt. He followed her into the bathroom, her excitement growing as she came across the free standing bath; the water already ran for them, warm, with rose petals floating on the surface. She turned around, seeing the huge open shower, a smeared glass panel staring straight across the water, nothing in sight for miles.

Damon walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, nestling his head in the crook of her neck.

"You like it?" he asked.

"I love it!" she replied, turning her head slightly and kissing him on the lips.

"We better unpack, if we want to make it to the sunset dinner."

"The sunset dinner?"

"Yep." he chuckled as he walked back into the bedroom

"I'll be out in a minute." Elena said closing the bathroom door behind her, he could be so sweet sometimes, such a romantic.

Damon knocked on the bathroom door, Elena had been in there several minutes and he was beginning to worry, a faint smell of blood being picked up by his vampire senses.

"Elena, are you ok?" he asked, knocking gently.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just freshening up."

"Are you sure? I can smell blood."

Elena opened the door her cheeks blushed red.

"You can what?"

"I can smell blood, you sure you're ok; you didn't cut yourself on something did you? Accidentally re-open a wound?"

Elena went to walk past him, embarrassment taking over her, but Damon placed his hand against the doorframe, restricting her.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked looking slightly concerned.

Elena dropped her eyes from his and fiddled with her top.

"Nothing."

"It's not nothing, it's ok, you can tell me."

"It's just, erm, my time of the month, I haven't had one whilst I've been with you, they have been pretty irregular but guess it's just my luck that we come on holiday and my body decides its time" she dropped her head some more "and it's embarrassing because you can smell it."

"Oh….."

"Don't be silly." he lifted her chin "I can only smell it because I'm a vampire and besides it smells delicious."

"Ewww, Damon!"

"What?" he laughed.

"Stop it."

"Make me….." he smirked against her lips, pushing her into the bathroom and kicking the door shut.

"Damon, what are you doing? We can't, I'm..."

"I know and I'm a vampire. This is like my birthday." he smirked at her, dropping to his knees.

"No….." she backed away from him, stopping as her back hit the sink.

"Why not?" He walked over to her.

"Because, it's icky and gross."

"Trust me…you will love it." he winked at her.

Damon turned the shower on and began pulling his clothes from his body. He tugged at Elena's top pulling it up over her head and tossing it to the floor leaving her bare-chested. He stepped closer to her, smoothing his hands over her shoulder and down her arms. He kissed her neck, licking circles over her delicate skin and across her chest, it moving up and down rapidly as he moved, her breathing increasing under his touch. Elena gripped hold of the sink as he trailed his tongue over her breasts, sucking at her nipples, licking them wet and blowing them dry making her tingle and her nipples pebble. She bit her lip as he ran his lips down her stomach, the tip of his tongue prodding against her skin. He made circles around her belly button before licking across the bottom of her stomach making her spasm. Damon slipped his hand up her skirt, tickling his fingers over the inside of her thigh, her breath hitching in her throat as his knuckles rubbed against her centre. He hooked his thumbs over her thong and pulled it down her legs, allowing her to step out of it.

"Close your eyes." he instructed her.

Damon pulled at the string between her legs, discarding it in the waste bin under the sink.

"Damon…"

"Shhhh, just relax."

Damon slid his finger between her folds, rubbing over her nub and dipping in her warm centre. He removed his finger, sucking the crimson liquid into his mouth, his eyes shutting as the taste of her hit the back of his throat. He pulled her skirt down her legs and stood up removing his jeans and boxers in a hurry. He pushed her into the shower, her back slapping against the smeared glass, the water pounding down on to their bodies. He kissed her passionately, his tongue sliding over her lips begging for entry. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to roam her mouth massaging against hers, intensifying as he grew hard against her. He kissed down her wet body as Elena tilted her head back against the glass, chewing on her lower lip. He parted her legs, licking up the inside of her thigh and nibbling on the delicate skin in the joint of her leg. She moaned as his breath vibrated against her centre, his tongue dancing over her skin, teasing her to the max. She gripped his hair as he began to bite, sucking and pulling on the skin at the top of her thigh. She moaned, her head hitting the glass as his fangs sank into her skin, blood dripping down her leg as he sucked her. She flowed into his system, readying him for the treat he had in store.

Damon held onto her hips firmly as he removed his fangs from her thigh, rolling his lips over her folds, and grazing his teeth over them, getting a small taste of her. The tip of his tongue flicked up her centre, circling her clit, moving up and down, playing with her hood. Elena moaned, everything feeling more sensitive, the feeling heightened. She gripped his hair firmly as he licked up and down her, the taste making him press harder against her. He slipped a finger into her, coating it in her red juices, rubbing it up and down and in and out, twisting it inside of her and flicking against her wall. Her back began to slap against the glass, her body shuddering under his touch as he intensified his movements. He kissed up her slit, his tongue sucking at her juices and rolling over her nub, moans rumbling from his throat and vibrating against her, the pleasure almost unbearable. He dipped another finger in her, working her deeply and precisely, curling it inside her walls and back out again. Elena moaned continuously, her breathing rapid, her body hot and shaking. She slapped her hands on the glass, creasing her fingers against the steamed up pane as Damon sucked her dry, her juices mixing with the shower water and flowing into his mouth like a Bloody Mary. She buzzed in his veins, her crimson liquid electrifying him, making him want her like he had never wanted her before. Damon sucked harder, rolling his tongue up and down her a few more times, pulling his fingers from her and sucking them into his mouth. He slid up her body and took her in a kiss, the slight taste of blood still left on his tongue. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his hard cock prodding against her entrance.

"Fuck me!" she gasped.

Damon lifted her leg and pushed into her not slowing once inside. He rammed into her centre hard, his hard cock pulsating within her. He brushed her hair to the side and kissed her neck, water pelting onto their bodies as he thrust deeper and deeper. Damon lifted her against the glass, her back slapping against it as he moved in and out of her at an intense speed. He moaned against her skin, sinking his nails into her ass and biting her shoulder as her walls began to hug his length. Blood poured down her body, draining down the plug hole as the water washed away his guilt, his love for her blinding him. He held her firm, stepping out the shower, her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked them into the bedroom and threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her. He thrust into her hard, holding her leg up, resting it on his shoulder as he moved deeper. He leant forward, her leg bending behind her head as he slipped his cock in and out of her coated walls. He slid his hand between them and rubbed her clit, pressing directly on her bud, making her body shudder sharply under him. He gripped her ribs with one hand as he rode her, feeling himself building, her walls getting tighter around him by the second.

"Get on top." he whispered into her ear.

Damon rolled them so that Elena was on top. She rolled her hips onto his cock, moving herself up to the very tip and pushing back down again. Damon held her hips firmly as she set the pace, moving faster than ever as her juices pooled around the base of his cock. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest to support herself as she bounced up and down. Her breathing increased rapidly, moans flying from her throat, gasp after gasp being released from her body.

"AAHH, that's it baby, just like that….." Damon instructed her.

Elena creased her fingers against his skin as his length throbbed within her, her walls beginning to spasm uncontrollably. Her body shook as her climax built in the pit of her stomach, the sensations stronger than ever. She rolled onto him again and again, her head dropping back as her orgasm hit. She rode the wave, moving up and down his length as her body convulsed. Damon reached out and gripped her throat blocking her airway as she tightened again. She held her breath with him, her hair flicking against the bottom of her back as her head swayed slightly, her second orgasm about to hit. He bucked his hips forcefully, the tip of him hitting her wall and making her body tremble. Her vision became blurry, sound beginning to muffle as she ran out of oxygen, Damon's hips still bucking into her. He quickly rubbed her clit to speed up the process, feeling her nearly out of breath. He rolled the tip of his finger against her, as she moved up and down his shaft, meeting his pace. She stiffened against him, climaxing again, ecstasy ripping through her body as he poured into her. He loosened his grip of her neck, oxygen flooding her system, the mixed sensations making her dizzy, her orgasm intensifying. Damon moaned continuously as she contracted around him, collapsing on his body as her climax came to an end.

"OMG!" she panted.

"I know." Damon chuckled.

She breathed heavily against him, her womanly parts still tingling, the feeling all the more sensitive at this time in the month. She regained control of herself, remaining on his chest, wanting to be close to him.

"I guess we missed the sunset dinner?" she laughed.

"There's always tomorrow." he smiled at her, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around her weak frame.

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