"Elena." Elena said. "I just came here to leave a message." "OK, what is it?" Katherine smirked, "Back off, you have no idea who you're messing with." Elena opened her mouth to respond when she heard Damon coming out of his bedroom. She turned back around to find Katherine gone as she stared out into the empty hallway. Elena shut the door feeling confused and a bit angry. If that was the Katherine Damon had told her about, she had no right coming here and just calling dibs on her ex-boyfriend, right? Damon came out of his bedroom in a pair of sweats and a long sleeve shirt, drying his hair with a towel. "Who was it?" he asked as she turned around to face him, "Just one of your neighbors asking about the newspaper. She wanted to know if you had gotten one because she hadn't." Damon nodded, "It must have been Ms. Eleanor from down the hall. Maybe I should go talk to her, she lives by herself, and at her age I'm sure she's just lonely." Elena stopped him before he reached the door, "She seemed fine. I'm sure she'd just misplaced it." Damon nodded, "Ok. Do you want to watch a movie?" Elena smiled warmly, "I'd like that."
For the rest of the day they cuddled on the couch, Damon holding her as they watched a few movies until it was dinner time. "Do you want take out?" he asked, standing up and moving over to the island where the take out menu drawer was. "Thai food or Italian?" "Thai sounds good." He smirked, "Thai it is." Damon may have been happy but all Elena could think about was why Katherine had showed, threatening her to leave Damon alone. "Elena." Elena looked up from her dinner, "Yes?" "You seem to be miles away." "Sorry." She sat up straight, leaning back against the chair and pushing the remaining food around on her plate with her fork. "What are you thinking about?" "Nothing." "It's not nothing, what is it? You can tell me." He stood, pushing his chair back from the table and gathering the plates to set them in the sink. Elena contemplated telling him, she didn't know how he would take it, knowing his ex-girlfriend was in town. She felt the familiar feeling of jealous stab her in the gut. "Damon." "Hm?" "Remember when you asked me who was at the front door and I told you it was your neighbor?" "Yeah." He turned the faucet off, drying his hands. "I lied to you; it was your ex-girlfriend Katherine." Damon turned to face her, "What did she say to you? Whatever she said, don't listen to her she's a manipulative, conceited, lying bitch." Elena stood, "She threatened me, telling me to back off and to stay away from you." Damon gulped, "And?" "I don't care about her. I don't want to stay away from you. I know this might sound crazy, we just met but I think I'm in love with you." Damon's breath caught in his throat, "You're what?" Elena's heart fell, "I'm sorry, I thought that…" Damon stepped over to her, "No, I mean I love you too." Elena kissed him then, shutting him up.
Damon pulled away, breathing heavily. "The dishes…" "Fuck the dishes." She pulled him in again, biting his bottom lip. Damon moaned into her mouth as he pulled away once more, "Are you sure about this? If we do this I won't be able to handle just one night of you. I need to know that this isn't just a fling." Elena reached up, cradling his face, "I love you, believe me, I'd fall apart too if this wasn't real." Damon covered his mouth with hers, keeping her from saying anything else, she didn't need to, he believed her. Soon enough he had backed her into the bedroom as he pushed her down onto the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head as she watched him, entranced by his every move. He grinned down at her as he slid her up the bed, tugging her shirt off at the same time. Damon looked her over, from her heaving chest to her chocolate doe eyes. "God, you're so beautiful." He straddled her, a leg on each side of hers. Her hair splayed out on the pillow as he ran his fingers down her stomach to the button of her jeans, "Are you sure?" She smiled, nodding her head. He popped the button on her pants, sliding them down her long luscious legs, revealing inch by agonizing inch of gorgeous olive skin. He tossed the offending piece of clothing behind him, hearing it hit the wall and slide to the hardwood floor. He ran his hands back up her silky smooth skin, taking in a deep breath.
He couldn't believe what was happening as he stared down at the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, laying before him in only a bra and underwear set. She smiled up at him as he slid his arms behind her, unhooking her bra and sliding it down her arms and throwing it to the ground. Her chest now bear to him, he stopped breathing. Not that he needed the air but it became a habit over the years. Elena sat up, tugging on his sweats, pulling them down to his knees. He kicked them off as she tried to reach into his underwear. He grabbed her wrists, "Ladies First." She giggled as he pushed her back on to the bed…
After she fell asleep, Damon got up, pulling on his sweats and returning to finish the dishes. He growled when he saw Katherine sitting at the kitchen table, one leg over the other's knee. "How did you get in here?" Katherine smirked, "I'm a vampire Damon not some fucking human." He rolled his eyes. "It sounded like you two were having fun." She eyed him up, from his bare chest and his sex hair that looked like that bitch ran her fingers through it hundreds of times. "Leave Elena out of this, you had no right coming here today and threaten her." Katherine grinned, standing t up to be eye level with him, "I can say whatever I want to whoever I want. That bitch has you and I don't like it." Damon crossed his arms over his chest, "Don't you think its bit too late for jealousy Katherine? And that bitch is your flesh and blood. Or have you forgotten?" she pursed her lips, "Ouch, and no I haven't forgotten but it seems like you haven't either." "What do you want Katherine?" "Oh whatever do you mean?" she was inches away from him as he said, "You only come around if you want something, I haven't seen you in over twenty years, why the sudden change?" "Maybe I missed you." Damon nodded, rolling his eyes.
Katherine inched even closer, their lips merely a millimeter apart. Damon pushed her away, "Leave." Katherine shook her head, "You're a weak man Damon, it'll only be a matter of time before you crack." "Damon, come back to bed." It was Elena. Katherine smirked, heading for the door, "You're putty in her hands you know that? You were the same with me too. You know Damon, Elena and me we aren't that different." Before he could respond with a snide remark, she had disappeared, something she was very good at doing.