A/N : A couple of you guys noticed that one-word reference from the movie,"Ghost"...something I didn't even think anyone would notice. Good eye. Also, one reader/reviewer has brought to my attention that Damon and Elena has yet to have a 'proper' reunion. And because I try my best to make the readers happy, here's a chapter of some Delena-lovin'. And boy, did they reunite! They reunited...hard...multiple times. WARNING : Not kid-friendly. Sorry kiddies, but you have to look away! So here it goes...brace yourselves, this is going to be massive!

CHAPTER TEN – Reunited...And It Feels So Good

Elena moaned softly, as she gently awoke to the rays of the morning light that began to peek through her window. As she slowly became aware of her surroundings, she wasn't oblivious to the pair of hands that gently grazed her skin. She was lying on her stomach, naked and curled up closely to Damon's naked body. She let out a pleasured sigh, as Damon's hands began to roam all over her body.

"Well...this is a nice wake-up call," Elena said, as she let out a breathless gasp.

"You know me...always at your service to make sure that your days begin on a high note," Damon replied.

It had been 10 days. Ten long, euphoric days since Damon had rediscovered his ability to touch. And he had spent a great part of those ten days relearning every inch of her, memorizing how every part of her body would react to the feel of his body.

Her mornings would begin in bed next to Damon, their naked bodies tangled up to each other. And her nights would end with Damon making wild and passionate love to her, until her body passes out from bliss. It didn't matter if their lovemaking was hard and fast or gentle and slow, the end result of it would always be her body shaking violently from an orgasm...or two...or more.

As her body slowly woke up, Elena gasped, when she felt Damon's tongue, licking and teasing, his open-mouthed kisses tracing its way from her tailbone, up to the back of her neck. She pushed up against him, not minding his weight on top of her. He lowered his mouth, nuzzling closer to the curve where her neck and her shoulder meets, leaving gentle nips and nibbles. She moaned languidly while he continued his seductive assault, his hand sliding in the space between her breasts and the soft mattress, slipping through the crease of the sheets, as he searched for the nipples that pressed hard against the linen. She enjoyed his journey there, savoring his touch on her soft, round flesh, the supple curve of her breast and the texture of skin pulling taut against muscle. Another sharp intake of breath escaped her, as his palms kneaded the ripe flesh, searching for the ever-tightening nub of erect tissue that would send tingles of pleasure throughout her body. The sensation of his body against her skin was strong enough to send waves of heat rippling down to her core.

Elena's eyes slammed shut, while Damon drew one pleasured moan after another out of her, as he continued caressing her body, touching her in all the right places, in the most sensual ways. She writhed underneath him, the firm flesh of her bottom pushing into the hard ridge of his manhood, wanting more...needing more.

"What can I do for you, Elena?" Damon whispered, while his hands and mouth continue to tease her mercilessly.

"Whatever you want, baby," she replied breathlessly, rubbing her body against his, straining for more stimulation.

She felt his lips pressed a smile against her shoulder, making her thigh involuntarily part slightly. He settled comfortably on top of her, his legs over hers, his chest making full contact with the her bare back, making every inch of her skin tingle. She purred with delight, as she felt his throbbing member pressed prolifically in between her bottom. A wicked gush of moisture escaped her, as his erection slowly demanded entry, pushing against her velvet folds, but not far enough to penetrate. Electricity surged into her body, and she gasped when he felt him nudged her legs apart, his deft fingers working into her core. She moved to get on her hands and knees, when she felt Damon's hand gently pressed down her back, stopping her from movement.

"Relax, baby. Let me do all the work," he commanded her.

He reached underneath her thighs and spread her left knee out to the side, followed by his hips gently rocking into her. As his erection teasingly slid up and down, she could feel herself moistening with each delicious stroke, until she had gone very silent, and her breaths were a little more than shallow gasps of bliss. He positioned himself so that his cock would make contact with her center, and then pushed again.

"Damon..." she whispered, as she felt him tease that tiny pearl of flesh within her folds.

The sensation made her buck against him, and she whimpered, while his hands and his mouth worked her body with renewed intensity, the gentle journey of his lips in contrast with the rough treatment of his fingers. Sliding past her wet folds, he inserted a finger, and then another one, promising her all kinds of pleasure, as his fingers continued to plunge within the passage that his cock would soon invade. He was driving her insane with lust and longing.

She felt a momentary pang of loss when he removed his fingers, but was quickly replaced with excited anticipation when he started to lift her hips slightly off the bed. Finally, she felt his erection nudge slowly between her silky folds, and entered her from behind. Damon held on to her hips, as he pushed into her inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Elena moaned loudly as he made his invasion, parting her thighs wider, feeling like he could never be deep enough inside of her. She gasped, once he was embedded inside of her, his hands greedily gripping her thighs, before he began drilling into her in alternating hard and gentle strokes.

"Fuck! Oh God! Damon! Yes! Ohhhh!" she screamed, as she rocked her hips in unison with his.

He swept her long hair to the side, then nuzzled the side of her neck, pressing sultry, open-mouthed kisses, while his other hand held onto her tightly, as he began to pumped into her harder. She reached behind her, her hand latching on to the back of Damon's head, her nails not so gently massaging his scalp, urging him on. The pleasure he continued to give her was beyond belief, the strong and steady push and pull rhythm driving her to the edge.

"Don't stop...so close..." she mumbled almost incoherently.

She whimpered and shivered, as he thrust harder in and out of her. Her back arched into his, as she exploded in sheer pleasure, her body finally climaxing to the height of ecstasy. Exhausted but sated, her body collapsed to the bed, with Damon's body still on top of her, his face nuzzled at the side of her neck, his cock still buried inside of her. He placed kisses from her neck to her shoulder, before he tried to slowly lift his body away from her.

"Not yet." Elena stopped him from moving. "Stay with me. Just for a little bit longer," she pleaded.

"Forever. We'll stay like this forever. You won't hear me complain." he replied, while slowly lowering his body back down, molding her body into his.

He lightly bit her shoulders with blunt teeth, then playfully licked and sucked into her earlobes. She felt him harden inside her again, as he moved slowly and subtly this time. His movements stimulated her with little circles on the left...little circles on the right...several shallows strokes...followed by a deeper thrust. Much different from the intensity of their previous coupling. Then again, Damon had never made loved to her in the same way twice. Every sexual experience with him is always different. The man had her in a trance, the orgasms he gave her were more intense, full-body and satisfying. Her mind was blown, her body, grateful.

Not long after her body spasmed into another climax, her body rested back in bed, sated and fully relaxed. Damon must have thought that she went back to sleep, because she felt him carefully got up from bed, cautious not to disturb her resting body. With one eye open, she sneaked a peek at him, watching him slowly put his clothes on before silently walking out of the room.

Using her vampire hearing, she heard him go into the kitchen, most probably to make her breakfast. She reluctantly got out of bed, then began to search for her clothes. She found her dress and underwear scattered on the floor tattered to shreds, a reminder of last night's passion. She smiled, shrugged and wrapped her body in her silk sheets, then proceeded to follow Damon into the kitchen.

Once she was there, she watched Damon in silence, as he moved around, making coffee and preparing her waffles. She was constantly in awe of the man before her, whose sole purpose in this new-found life seems to be loving her, protecting her, taking good care of her, and making sure that she is happy.

Without looking up, Damon smirked and spoke, breaking her out of her thoughts. "You sooo wanna make out with me right now, don't you?"

"Well...when do I NOT ever wanna make out with you?" Elena chuckled, as she sat at the kitchen counter.

"I'm making waffles for breakfast, unless you have any request?" Damon asked her, as he handed her a mug of warm blood, then leaned to press a light kiss into her lips.

"Waffles sounds good. Maybe some bacon...omelette ...YOU..." she replied in between returning his kisses.

"You already had me," Damon laughed lightly.

"What can I say? I'm insatiable," Elena told him, slowly deepening their kiss.

Damon pulled away slightly after a few moments. "Elena...I have never in my life, burned breakfast before. And I'm not about to start now," he said with a playful smirk, before turning his attention back to the stove.

Elena took generous sips of blood, while she continued to watch him as he move around her kitchen with grace , then standing behind the stove in deep concentration, a familiar stance he took whenever he prepared something for her. He must have felt her intense stare, because he looked up at her and smiled.

Good Lord, this man is even more beautiful when he smiles!

"What is it?" he asked.

"Reason tells me there's no way you can be real," she replied.

"All things considered, when it comes to us, you never want to listen to reason," he said, his smile widening, before he went back to making breakfast.

Elena shook her head. The details of Damon's return remained a mystery. No one else knew of his presence aside from her. No one else could see him but her. No one else could hear him but her. Most importantly, nobody else could feel him except her. She was thankful for that last part. She wouldn't want to share Damon's body with anyone else. Not after everything he had made her feel over the past 10 days.

She has yet to see Damon stop moving. He's always busy, tidying up, cooking her meal, helping her with her studies, pleasuring her body. She's not even sure if he's had any sleep or rest ever since he came back. Maybe he doesn't require it. Still, she wonders where he gets the energy, since he's not exactly been feeding on any kind of blood...human, animal or otherwise. He hasn't even bit her, or consumed a blood bag since he came back. In all aspects, he was a spirit...a ghost. But how how can he be a ghost if the Other Side has been destroyed?

"Earth to Elena..." Damon interrupted her thoughts.

"Huh?" she mumbled.

"What did you want in your omelette?" he asked.

"Surprise me," she replied.

"This is going to take a while. Why don't you go take a shower and get ready, while I finish making your breakfast?" he suggested.

"You sure you don't wanna join me?" Elena asked teasingly.

"I'd be more than happy to, except I can't promise you that we'd be done soon enough for you to make it to your first class on time," Damon replied with his usual sexy smirk.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Damon Salvatore," she said, before turning around, swaying her hips seductively. "Ouch!" she exclaimed, when she felt Damon playfully smack her ass.

"Hurry up, before I change my mind!" Damon told her.

With vampire speed, she took a quick shower, got dressed, put on very little makeup, and was back in the kitchen with Damon in no time. She looked at him from time to time, as he lovingly stared at her while she ate. When she was done eating. he wipe the corners of her lips with the pad of his thumb, which she then captures and playfully suck into her mouth.

"Mmmm...don't start anything you can't finish, Elena," Damon warned her.

"Who says anything about not finishing? I'm telling you, right about now, you'd look pretty good laying in that kitchen counter while I ride your body," Elena teased.

"College...classes...any of these ring a bell?" Damon reminded her.

"I'd be quick, I promise..." Elena whined, leaving seductive kisses on his neck

"Tonight," he replied.

"Last chance..."she insisted, before slinging her book bag onto her shoulder.

She constantly regretted the fact that she needed to leave Damon behind whenever she goes to college. His movement is limited to just the inside of Elena's dorm room. He could never step out. Or at least, she's never seen him try.

"Believe me, nothing would delight me more than throwing you back in bed and having my wicked way with you, but unfortunately, you have classes today," Damon reminded her.

"I can just blow 'em off," she suggested.

"Mnmm hmmm...what about your exams?" he pointed out.

"Is it totally weird that you're the adult one in this conversation right now?" Elena scoffed at him.

"Just a little. Don't worry. I'll be here when you get back." he promised.

"You better be," she replied, before placing a kiss into his lips. "Ugh! I wish I could take you with me wherever I go. This would make my days more interesting, instead of being stuck in long, boring lectures," she complained.

"Think of it this way...being stuck in long boring lectures all day makes you more excited to come home to me, where I am more than ready, willing and able to work the frustrations out of you. What's that expression? 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder.'" he said.

"No, thank you. I believe I've missed you more than enough over the past few months that you were gone," she recalled.

"Well, I'm back now. And I will never leave you again." he promised, then gave her a quick peck on the lips, before turning her towards the door. "I put an extra blood bag in your backpack for lunch. Do well on your exams, and I'll reward you tonight in bed."

Elena turned back to face him again, and stole another quick kiss. "I'll hold you to that!" she told him, before running out of the dorm room.

Damon paced around Elena's dorm. He was running out of things to do. And with his movements limited to just being inside the room, he was really getting bored. There was nothing good on television. Elena's book collection didn't interest him. He really missed his library back at the Boarding House.

He was tired of normal and mundane. He needed to do something else. Like look for answers as to how he came back. Or what happened to Bonnie Bennett after they were both engulfed with the light. He was losing his patience trying to get those memories back, and his frustration wasn't improving his attitude. He was going stir-crazy.

I need to get out of here! Damon told himself, as he stopped his pacing.

He walked towards the door, his hand reached for the knob, then twisted it to open the door. He tested his limits, initially just holding out his hands, then stepped one foot out and then back in.

So far, so good...

He stepped the other foot out, and then half of his body.

Here goes nothing...

He quickly to a step outside of Elena's dorm room and...nothing happened. He laughed and moved around, going back inside and stepping outside again, just to make sure it was all good. When he was certain that nothing bad was going to happen to him, he locked the door behind him, and then began to walk away.

*Elena was in deep concentration, as she read the problem over and over inside her head, trying to make sense of it all.

Math problems suck!

She hated math, and if College Algebra wasn't a requirement for her major, she would have avoided it like the plague. All of a sudden, she heard a familiar voice beside her whispering her name. She smiled when she looked up to see Damon on the seat to her left.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a soft voice.

"At the moment? Helping you with your Math exam," he answered, then peeked over her shoulders to read the test paper. "Let's see...

'Solve : (x – 6) / 4 = (x + 5) / 5

a. 50

b. 35/9

c. 2/3

d. -79/5

e. None of the above'

The answer is a. 50," Damon told her.

"Are you sure?" Elena whispered.

"Yes. Now give me something more difficult," Damon said.

"Okay..." Elena said, proceeding to the next test problem.

"'Solve : ( 10x / x + 10 ) - 1 = 0

a. 9/10

b. -10/9

c. 10/9

d. 1/9

e. None of the above' ?"

"The answer is c. 10/9, " Damon replied. "Keep 'em coming!"

"Alright..." Elena then read the next question to him.

"'Solve 4[7 - (3x - 8)] + 8x = 0.

a. -83/18

b. 15

c. 11/20

d. -143/62

e. None of the above' ?"

"The answer is b. 15," Damon said with certainty.

Elena tossed every test problems at Damon, and he answered them all nonchalantly, practically bored of the questions. After they were done with the test, Elena submitted her test papers to her Math professor, and then walked out of the classroom with Damon.

"Oh my God...I can't believe I just cheated on a Math exam...with you!" Elena exclaimed softly once they were outside, away from prying eyes.

"Cheating is such a dirty word. Can't we just say that we tackled the problems as a team, then came up with the solution together?" Damon asked.

"Uh...in an exam, that's considered cheating," she told him.

"Oh well...potato, potahto..." Damon replied.

"How did you even know the answers to the exam?" Elena pressed.

"Elena...life has been long and boring until I met you," Damon answered. "Well?" he did a little quick turn around. "Aren't you going to ask?"

"What?" she wondered.

"I'm out. I'm not limited to the dorm room anymore," he said.

"That doesn't surprise me at all. You can do anything, as long as you put your mind into it," Elena told him.

Damon smirked, then pressed a kiss into her cheek. "So...where are we off to next?" he asked her.

"I'm off to the Bio lab," she answered.

"Ugh, I think I'll skip that one, thank you very much," he said sarcastically. "I've spent more than enough time inside the laboratories in this place."

"Where are you going?" Elena asked curiously.

"I don't know...hang out at the library, maybe bug the librarian by rearranging the order of the books. Sneak inside the ladies room and flirt with the college girls who can't see me," Damon joked.

"Okay, have fun!' Elena replied with a chuckled.

"I'll see you later, baby," Damon said, then gave her a quick kiss and walked away, leaving Elena standing there, shaking her head, before she went to her next class.

Damon roamed around the campus, casually observing the students walking to their classes, some them having a meal or reading books under the shade of the trees. All things considered, Whitmore looked like any other normal institute of higher learning. If you didn't know their history, that is. He knew better though. This was an institution he had come to hate a long time ago, considering the family it was named after, and what they stood for.

He huffed in frustration, finally admitting to himself that his search that day for a witch was a bust. The Occult Studies classroom was filled with posers and wannabes, none of them had any real magic that could help him find the answers he seek. He would've had better luck if the college offered any Potions courses, or the Defense in Dark Arts. Surely, he'd find witches in those classes. He sighed frustratedly as he sat down on the grass.

He looked up once he heard a familiar voice. He saw Alaric with a female friend, he remembered her as one of Elena's professors before she switched her major. She and Ric were walking at the quad, side by side, chatting with each other. With his vampire hearing gone, Damon couldn't hear what they were talking about. Ric seemed like he was telling a story, and then the lady professor laughed.

"Look at you, buddy. Getting your flirt on, " Damon rooted for his friend, as he watched Ric brushed a strand of hair off the lady's face. "Good for you, Ric. Good for you..." he said as he watched them disappear inside one of the buildings, which Damon remembered as the college auditorium.

He was about to follow them, when he recognized a car that was parked in front of the building. He'd know that car anywhere. That car was his other baby. His reliable companion for decades in his journeys, then later on, a constant accomplice during his road trips with Elena. He strained to see who was inside his Camaro, and was surprised to see Stefan at the driver's seat.

If Damon was surprised to see Stefan driving his car, nothing could have prepared him for the shock he felt once he saw the passenger who just climbed inside. Caroline tossed her purse at the back seat, and then immediately connected her lips with Stefan's, practically crawling onto his lap.

"UGH! Ewww...seriously, Stef? Vampire Barbie? Come on!" Damon cringed as he watched the scene before him. "Get a room!" he told them, even though he knew that they couldn't hear him. "You better not be doing the nasty in my car!" He was relieved when Stefan finally pulled away from Caroline, then started the ignition, and slowly drove away.

He then looked at the clock tower. Elena's class ended about 20 minutes ago. "Right...time to find my baby," he whispered.

Elena let her eyes roam around, in search of Damon. She forgot to tell him where to meet her, not like it would matter. He always seems to know where to find her. Except she didn't inform him about the student assembly after class. There she was, inside Whitmore's King Auditorium, as she found a seat at the back, where no one would bother her. She was mainly there for Ric, and she planned on being out of there as soon as Ric's segment was done.

Elena looked past the students and some faculty members in the rows before her, staring curiously at the other people on stage with Ric. "Who are all these people?" she wondered.

"These are the people in your neighborhood...in your neighborhood...in your neighborhood...They're people that you meet each day." Damon sang, after suddenly appearing beside her. "What?" he asked when he noticed Elena staring at him incredulously. "You've never watched 'Sesame Street'? You don't know the songs?"

"Oh, I grew up on Sesame Street...I'm just surprised that you even know songs from Sesame Street," she replied with a soft laugh.

"Life has been long and boring until I met you, Elena Gilbert," Damon told her, before kissing her on the cheek, and then made himself comfortable in the seat next to her.

Elena continued to stare at Damon, who wouldn't return her gaze. His mind seems to be off some place else. "Damon?"

"Hmmm..." he replied distractedly.

"You okay?" Elena asked. "You seem troubled."

"I am trouble," Damon quipped.

"Come on...talk to me," she urged him.

"Nothing...it's just...I saw Stefan earlier. In my car. With Caroline," he grumbled.

"Oh..." Elena muttered. "Yeah...I kinda blocked that out. Apparently, their together now."

"Yeah, I kinda figured that one out when I saw Vampire Barbie shoving her tongue down my baby brother's throat," he said sarcastically.

"Does it bother you?" Elena asked him.

"No..." Damon answer. And it didn't bother him, as long as he doesn't think of them sullying his Camaro with their vampire car sex romp, he was fine with their relationship. "Does it bother you?" he asked Elena with uncertainty in his voice.

"No," Elena replied. She reached for him, gently caressing his face. "I love you, Damon. I'll keep reminding you of that until every doubt inside your head is erased," she reassured him. "As for Stefan, if it makes him happy to be with Caroline, then it can't be that bad."

Damon nodded his head and then kissed her palm. "Yeah...Stef seems to be happy with her. First time in ages that I haven't seen him with furrowed eyebrows," he agreed.

"He grieved for you, you know? He really took it hard when you died," she informed him. "Caroline helped him a lot to stay in control."

"Who would've thought?" Damon snorted. "Barbie was yours and Stefan's biggest cheerleader. I never imagined in wildest dreams that she would be the first one to finally accept that the age of Stelena is over, much less, that she she would stake her claim on him."

"Stelena?" Elena laughed. "You really called us that in the past?"

"Not out loud," Damon admitted.

"I guess that makes us Delena," she said teasingly.

"Delena. Now, THAT sounds a lot better," Damon smiled. "Stelena sounds like a disease."

To that, Elena laughed loud and hard that she started to draw attention from people. She was saved from having to explain herself, when someone stepped up to the microphone, greeting everyone in attendance.

"Shhh...they're about to start," she silenced Damon.

The assembly was the Whitmore President's Annual State of the College address. It was a two-hour Town Hall Meeting hosted by Whitmore College President, Dr. Gloria Burkhardt Mayfield, who was now on stage after being introduced. Part of her speech was to present updated information and recent achievements of the college, as well as their future plans, and the introduction of the new administrators and faculty members.

Damon grew uneasy when Dr. Mayfield announced the new head of campus security, Angelo Contini, knowing fully well what had happened to Dianne Freeman, the woman who formerly held that position.

She got what she deserve. She was part of the Augustine society. Damon defended his actions repeatedly inside his head.

Elena clapped the loudest, when the president announced Alaric J. Saltzman as the new Professor of History. Damon whistled loudly to cheer him on, which no one else heard except Elena, when Ric made a short speech to introduce himself to the students.

After Ric, the president introduced Dr. Josephine Hamilton, which Damon recognized as the woman Ric was with earlier. He scoffed when he learned that she was taking over Dr. Wesley Maxfield as Professor of Microbiology. Dr. Hamilton also happened to be an attending physician at Whitmore Medical Center. He watched as Ric stared admiringly at the lady doctor while she made her speech.

"Looks like Alaric's hot for teacher," Damon whispered to Elena.

"You think so?" Elena whispered back to him.

"Yep. We might need to keep an eye on her. Let's hope she's not a psycho," Damon said.

"She's alright. She can be hard-ass during class, but other than that, she's cool," Elena told him.

"She's replacing Dr. Creepy Ken Doll...there's a huge chance she might be in charge of the experiments he left behind too. That makes me suspicious of her," Damon explained. "I just don't wanna have to repeat history of killing my best friend's girl, and all that."

Elena laced her hand with his, and gave it a light squeeze. "Hey...you okay?" she asked him, worried of what was going through inside his head, that he might be reliving his past with Enzo and Maggie.

Just then Dr. Mayfield introduced the Albemarle County Fire Marshal, Clarke Swanson, who was there to talk about the safety guidelines for the Whitmore College Annual Bonfire, as well as the maximum occupancy limit of party goers for the college annual Halloween Party, The Freakers Ball.

"No," Damon replied, shaking his head. "You know what would make me feel okay?" he asked in a more hopeful tone. "Is if we could get out of here now. I seem to remember that I promised you a reward."

"Let's stay for a bit. They're talking about the Annual Halloween Party," she said to him, her thoughts flashing back to the first time she went to Whitmore with Damon and Bonnie.

"Nope...they're talking about what you CAN'T do at a party. There's a distinction." he pointed out. He held on to her hand tighter and leaned closer to her. "Let's go. Let me remind you what a good time feels like," he whispered into her ear seductively, before yanking her up from her seat, and towing her out of the auditorium in a hurry.

They ran out into the hallway, with Damon pulling Elena right behind him. Frustrated that he couldn't vamp-speed the two of them back to her dorm, he looked for a good spot instead. He settled for the darkest corner at the end of the hall. Without any word, he pushed Elena into the the nearest wall, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Damon..." Elena began to protest.

"Shhh..." Damon silenced her commandingly, before pressing his lips into hers in a demanding kiss.

She closed her eyes and gasped, when she felt his hand grazing her thigh when he hiked up the hem of her dress. He used his other hand to grab the back of her neck, tilting her head to deepen their kiss. No longer concerned if other people heard her, she moaned into his delicious mouth, when she felt his hand reached in between her thighs in search of her underwear.

She whined in anticipation when Damon swept her panties to the side, seeking the moist folds that would lead him to her core. Without warning, he inserted a finger inside her, keeping a steady pace, while he continued to kiss her. He plunged another finger, and then a third one, twisting and curling his digits deeper into her core, his rhythm now fast-paced, while the pad of his thumb relentlessly drew circles into her clit.

She would be screaming his name over and over like a mantra, if only her tongue wasn't too busy doing battle for domination with Damon's tongue. Finally, her body gave out, and she cried out when she climaxed. Her wetness gushed out,as she spasms around Damon's fingers.

When he pulled away slightly to stare at her, she noticed the proud smirk on his face. He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking and tasting her juices. This action, matched with the intense desire in his gorgeous blue eyes, was the most erotic thing she has ever seen, arousing another miniature climax out of her. Only Damon could make her orgasm with his eyes. She was about to devour him, when she heard her name being called.

"Elena?" the familiar voice called out.

Still in a haze, hse immediately fixed herself, rearranging her dress and underwear, glaring intensely at Damon, who had the 'cat-that-ate-the-canary' look on his face.

"Elena?" the voice called again. "There you are," Ric said once he found her. "Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. "I saw you running out of the auditorium."

Elena cleared her throat before she spoke. "Yeah. I'm fine," she replied, her voice still a little shaky. "I just just needed some air." STUPID! She wanted to smack herself on the forehead, but it was tough to even string a few words together, much less come up with a coherent excuse, after the pleasure that Damon just gave her.

Ric looked at her suspiciously. "You need anything?" he asked again.

"No...I'm okay. I'm alright. I'm good," she said, nodding her head vigorously.

"You coming inside?" Ric pressed.

"That's alright, buddy. Appreciate the offer, but she just CAME outside," Damon joked, which thankfully, Ric couldn't hear.

Elena nervously swiped her palm to her mouth before she replied. "No, I think I'll be heading back to the dorm," she answered, resisting the urge to smack Damon.

"Alright." Ric said. "The meeting's almost done anyway," he added, before turning around and heading back inside the room.

"See you later," Elena called out. Once she was completely sure that he was gone, she turned her attention back to Damon. "He probably thinks I'm crazy," she told him.

"Nope...actually, he probably thinks you're horny," Damon replied with a smug smirk on his face.

"What? How?" she asked confusedly.

Damon leaned closer. "He can smell your scent, baby," he replied.

Elena thought for for a while, then her eyes widened, horrified at the realization. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "Okay, Damon...new rule! No sex unless we're at home!" she told him.

"But I am home," Damon said. "You're my home," He tried to appease her by placing soft kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her nose and then her lips.

"Nice save, Lover boy," she replied, as she leaned into his kisses.

Damon was about to continue making out with her, when he got distracted by a figure who just stepped out of the auditorium, headed for the parking lot. Elena noticed his distraction, and followed his gaze. Nervously, she caressed his face to turn his attention back to her, only to have him look away again.

"Is that her? Your new witch?" Damon asked, slowly walking away.

"Where are you going?" Elena grabbed his wrist to pull him back to her.

"Following her," Damon replied. "Elena, she's may be our only chance to find some answers."

"No, Damon...didn't we agree about not looking a gift horse in the mouth?" she reminded him.

"Relax, we're just going to ask her a few questions" "Well...YOU are gonna have to be the one to do the asking, obviously," Damon told her.

"Damon..." she whined.

"Come on, let's go!" Damon said, as he pulled her with him to follow Lirio.

~END OF CHAPTER TEN~

A/N :

*There you go...Domestic Delena, College Delena, Kinky Delena, lots of Delena in this one. With a side bonus of Steroline and a little bit of Alaric. Like I said, this chapter was a massive one compared to the previous chapters. I hope that's alright with you guys.

*Out of curiosity, of all the stuff mentioned in this chapter, what is the oddest thing that you've notice about Damon? There's no right or wrong answer, I'm just curious.

*I am in no way, shape, or form, an expert at College Algebra, but in my head, Damon is. He strikes me as the type of man who is a closeted book nerd, and street smart at the same time.

*"People In Your Neighborhood" is a song from the children's tv show, Sesame Street. I don't know why, but I wanted Damon to sing a kids song to Elena, because only she gets to see the playful side of him.

*Next chapter, Elena asks for Lirio's assistance...will she help her? Also, you'll find out what happened to Bonnie...MAYBE. Any theories?

*Thanks for reading this chapter. If you enjoyed it, please let me know by hitting the REVIEW button.