A/N I updated a lot sooner than I thought I would. My interviews are all over! I want to thank everyone who wished me luck… I really appreciate it. Also, a few people were upset over Damon's comments last chapter and Elena's ability to forgive him so easily… the reasons behind it are briefly mentioned here. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The song is Warning Sign and very much belongs to Coldplay and not me… sadly. (You should listen to it when you see the lyrics come up). Also the show's characters aren't mine. *sigh*

Elena was slammed against the wall, Damon's body pressing her into it. He held her hands in place above her head, pressed against the wall. His mouth hastily descended onto hers. His tongue swept across her lips, seeking entrance and Elena opened her mouth to him with a whimper of unadulterated lust. Damon's hands let go of hers and travelled down her arms and down her sides until they reached her ass. He hoisted her up so that she could wrap her long bare legs around his waist. He pushed them of the wall, his mouth not leaving hers for a second, and dropped them onto her bed.

His right arm moved to her foot and smoothly ran along her calf until they reached her thigh. They passed over her tiny shorts to the hem of her tank top. Elena mewled at the contact of his warm hand on her stomach. Damon gently teased her as he whispered his fingers along the width of her stomach causing her to shiver.

Their mouths detached momentarily as Damon moved his mouth to her ear lobe to nibble on it lightly. Elena could not hold in her feelings, she was experiencing sensations she never even known had existed.

"Damon," she moaned in a voice she didn't even recognise. He continued his exploration of her body as he slowly yanked her tank top up a little so that her stomach was exposed. He moved down her body and left many quick kisses on her stomach that sent butterflies fluttering inside non-stop. He quickly yanked her tank top off her completely, having had enough of the annoying article of clothing. Damon paused in his ministrations to take in the sight of her beautiful, perky round breasts confined in a blood red bra.

Elena took advantage of Damon's momentary amazement to flip them over so that she could take control for a while. She was eager to rip off his clothes to see what he'd been hiding from her. She quickly tore open his shirt breaking a couple buttons through her enthusiasm and threw it across her bedroom. As his perfect chest was revealed, she moved down his body so that she could plant kisses on his belly button. She agonisingly slowly kissed up his chest, wanting him to experience the pain and pleasure of waiting that she had gone through minutes ago. She reached his left nipple and closed her mouth around it causing Damon to groan and tighten his grip on her so that she wouldn't ever stop. She planted kisses along his chest until she reached his other nipple. A quick flick of it with her tongue broke Damon's control. He couldn't handle the torture. He needed her.

He flipped them over again using his vampire powers so that he was on top again. Elena was processing how fast they switched positions and Damon took advantage of her daze to connect his lips to hers again. He kissed her passionately, never wanting to be separated ever again. His hands worked their way back to the top of her shorts and he made quick work of removing them. To his pleasure, he saw that Elena was wearing a matching set of lingerie.

His lips ripped from hers as he moved to kiss her jaw, neck then collar bone and all she could do was moan in pleasure. "Oh God, yes Damon!" she shouted, "Please don't stop. Never stop!"

Damon's hands crept to her back and skilfully undid her bra. Her breasts were released from their imprisonment. Damon hastily ripped the material from her arms and feasted his eyes on her beauty. He kissed down her neck towards the valley of her breasts. He kissed around her breasts before he latched onto her nipple and she made soft sounds of approval as he swirled his tongue over and around each nipple, suckling and blowing on them until they were perky and as hard as diamonds. His thumbs flicked over her nipples, rubbing over and around them in a soft, circular motion making Elena whimper in need. "Damon, please I need you," she weakly cried.

"Where do you need me Elena? Tell me, and I'll be right there," he smirked, wanting her to beg him.

"I need you down south," she whimpered, trying to stay modest despite all the dirty things he was doing to her body.

"I'm not sure I know what you mean, do you mean here?" he questioned kissing her toes. The frustrated growl that left her mouth made Damon's cocky grin grow larger. It wasn't the only thing growing larger.

"Please Damon, I need you here," she moaned, indicating to her panty-covered core.

"You should have said so earlier, that was my next destination!" Damon laughed as Elena let out another cry of frustration. Not wanting her to get incredibly angry at him for postponing her release, Damon quickly stroked her slit through her underwear. Her panties were soaking wet, and when he slipped his finger inside the elastic, to touch her slick, heated flesh, he had never felt so proud at his abilities to seduce a woman. He quickly removed her last garment and promptly pumped one long finger in and out of her at a slow and torturous pace.

Elena's eyes snapped open. She couldn't believe she had the sex dream for the third night in a row. This was getting out of hand. It had gone further than it had the previous two nights. She quickly turned her head to the side and was thankful to see Damon was still peacefully sleeping. She prayed that she had not moaned out loud. She would die from embarrassment if Damon found out she was having intense sex dreams about him.

She had never had such hard-core sex dreams in her life. Just remembering the images her mind had conjured up made her cheeks flame red. The dampness in her panties was getting uncomfortable and she had to move out of bed and take a shower to make sure that Damon never smelt it. She wasn't quite sure how good his sense of smell was as a vampire.

Elena left the ensuite freshly washed and fully dressed to find that Damon was no longer asleep in bed. She headed towards the kitchen and found Damon making her an English breakfast. Just seeing him was giving her flashes of her dream and making her feel tingly inside.

"Mmhm that smells so good!" Damon smiled at Elena.

"Only the best for the most gorgeous woman." Elena blushed at Damon's words. They really meant something to her. 'Come on, the guy is beautiful, if he thinks you're gorgeous that's an achievement.' Damon had been incredibly sweet to her all week – she could tell he felt guilty for his less than kind remarks from when he was drunk and had felt that she had forgiven him too easily. In Elena's mind though it hadn't been a big deal for two reasons: firstly, what he said wasn't true and secondly, she knew he didn't mean it. His actions for making up for it reflected that.

Damon filled her plate with bacon, sausage, eggs and toast and then got a plateful of food for himself. He went to the microwave and took out the mug of blood that he had just warmed up.

"So are you spending the day with, Caroline or Bonnie or Jenna or what today?" Damon asked trying his best to seem nonchalant and not look as though he was prying. Elena had spent the best part of the last week with her friends catching up with their lives. She wanted to see them because she didn't want her life-changing amnesia to cause her to push out the people that cared about her. It was just an added bonus – in some ways - that it meant she didn't have to look at Damon so often and drool at him. The dreams she had been having were igniting a fire in her that she was finding hard to put out. She did miss his company though. Things between them had stayed completely platonic between them since the few kisses she had placed on his face last week. There hadn't even been any inappropriate incidences in the bedroom. It seemed Damon was genuinely glad just to sleep in his bed again and that he wasn't looking to seduce her.

Things between Bonnie and her had been getting better as well, which Elena was happy about, after all Bonnie had been one of her best friends her whole life. After the initial awkwardness of the Stefan issue and after Bonnie realised that Elena was not a threat to her relationship they were able to laugh and joke again. Caroline had been a really good friend to Elena in last week, helping her settle in better and generally just supporting her. They had both felt guilty for what they had said about her and Damon the first time they met up when Elena had woken up from her coma.

"Damon," Elena sighed loudly.

"Elena!" Damon mocked.

"You don't remember do you?" Damon furrowed his eyebrows trying to think if he had forgotten something special but he came up with nothing. "Today is Matt's birthday party at the Grill, I told you about it last night!" Elena huffed.

Damon rolled his eyes. "Oh that. Do we have to go?" he whined.

"Yes we have to go," Elena replied annoyed. Damon sighed dramatically.

"Fine, but you better scrub up nicely, so that it will be worth it." Damon winked at her before leaving to take his own shower.

Elena stood in front of the mirror in her one-shouldered teal Grecian drape dress that stopped mid-way up her thighs. She had found the dress at the back of her closet with the tag still on so she knew she had never worn it before. She complemented the look with gold hoop earrings and a pair of 5-inch mesh heels that covered her whole foot and that she immediately fell in love with. She had curled her hair and applied her make-up. Her eyes were accentuated with gold eye-shadow, liquid eyeliner and mascara, whilst her lips looked inviting as she applied a glossy red lipstick to it.

A wolf-whistle caused Elena to turn around and smile. Damon was looking at her with hungry eyes that made her feel really hot. 'Is there no window that I can open?' Damon walked up to her and leant down only a little - the height of the heels had brought her only an inch or two shorter than Damon – and he placed a quick, chaste kiss on her right cheek. Elena could immediately feel her cheeks heating up. There was no doubt that a blush was present on them. It had been the first time all week that either of them had placed a kiss on each other. "You look gorgeous," he whispered into her ear. The feel of his breath in her ear made her knees almost buckle.

"You don't look that far off gorgeous yourself Mr Salvatore," Elena replied in the most sultry voice she could muster. A smirk appeared on his face and just the presence of it caused a smile to form on Elena's. "Come on, we should go or we're going to be late," Elena said whilst lightly pushing Damon's chest back to create a little space between them so that she could breathe again. His close presence was doing wonders to her body; she could feel it humming in anticipation.

They had decided to take Damon's car to the party as Elena refused to walk in her heels, insisting she would die from pain; the argument appealed to Damon's protective nature and so he was all too willing to agree with her to take the car.

As they walked in, they noticed the party was in full swing. Elena walked towards Matt and said her 'happy birthday' to him but he was already so drunk she doubted he would even remember her presence at the party. When she turned around though, she realised Damon was no longer behind her, she had lost sight of him.

She looked around the room only to notice her friends huddled together. 'I'll look for Damon after I see them.' Before Elena knew it, chatting with her brother Jeremy, his girlfriend Anna and Tyler had actually made time fly by. She realised she still had no idea where Damon was and so she excused herself to find him.

Elena didn't have to look hard and far to find him. He was quite typically at the bar. What confused Elena was that he was laughing and animatedly chatting with a blonde, gorgeous leggy woman. She was leaning in close to him as she spoke and listened to what he said. 'Who is she? How is Damon getting on so well with her? Is she flirting with him?' Elena didn't want her thoughts to get the better of her and so she decided to just walk up to them rather than getting herself worried about things that didn't exist.

Elena made her presence known by slipping her hand into Damon's as soon as she reached the pair.

"Hey," Elena said to him, almost completely ignoring the woman who was also present. Elena knew she was being rude but a feeling in her gut didn't give her a good feeling about the woman. Damon looked down at their interlinked hands. He was undoubtedly a little confused by the show of affection but he wasn't going to argue. He would willingly take anything Elena wanted to offer him.

"Hey, are you having a good time?"

"Yep," Elena smiled. "Who's your friend?"

"Oh that's right you don't remember. Elena, this is Andie," Damon said motioning towards the tall blonde. "Andie, you obviously know Elena."

"Indeed, I know you don't remember me but we're great friends Elena!" Somehow Elena wasn't so sure she believed that statement.

"Well, it's great to meet-"

"Oh my god!" Andie interrupted. "I love this song so much! Damon please can you dance with me?" Andie asked fluttering her eyelashes and pouting. The look made Elena cringe and want to strangle her.

Elena stayed at the bar and ordered herself a double shot of vodka. She watched like a hawk as Andie and her husband made their way to the dancefloor. It took all her willpower to stop herself from storming up the couple as Andie put her arm lazily on Damon's shoulder and started swinging her hips from side to side to the music. Elena didn't recognise the song but she was sure it was probably released recently – within the last four years. She came to the decision that she hated the song and whoever the artist who sang the song was. She didn't care if she had liked the song before; she despised it now; just like she despised the woman in a dress that barely covered her ass that was dancing seductively with her husband.

Elena swung her head back and downed her drink, ordering a second one and repeating the process whilst still keeping an eye on Andie and Damon to make sure neither crossed the line that they were very close to. She took her next drink and walked towards the corner so that she could stare at them less obviously.

She downed her next drink and looked at the dancefloor again only to notice that Damon and Andie were no longer there. Panic started to rise inside Elena. 'He hasn't gone off with her has he?'

"Green really isn't your colour," Damon whispered into Elena's ear from behind her. Having not realised he was there she jumped, startled by his presence.

"I thought you said you liked my dress!" Elena replied pretending to be oblivious.

Damon rolled his eyes at her clear avoidance of the topic at hand.

"Elena!"

"Damon!" she mocked as he did earlier that day. Damon raised one eyebrow; he was not impressed. "Okay fine I was a little jealous. Well not jealous per say, more annoyed that you were letting another woman grind up against you. You have a wife you know… and I might not have my memories but I sure as hell have eyes," she snapped.

"We're just friends Elena and that was hardly dirty dancing," Damon remarked.

"Yes well I wasn't comfortable with it," Elena explained.

Damon smiled, "okay well then I won't do it again."

"Thank you." Silence fell over them for a few seconds neither knowing what to say next. "So how did you become friends with Andie?" Elena tried to not sound too curious but she doubted that she got away with it.

"She was there for me during some tough times and we've just always stayed in touch I guess," Damon explained, not wanting to be too detailed. Elena picked up on the vague response and her heart started pumping faster and the possible reasons why.

"Does being there for you meaning having sex with you?" Elena asked - shocked by her ability to get the question out without giving away how important the answer was.

Damon paused before answering truthfully, "yes but she was also someone I could talk to."

Elena started seeing red. She was not pleased with his answer. "You couldn't talk to me?"

"This was before you and me, Elena. Besides most of what I talked about was just you."

"You talk about me with her?" Elena asked her voice rising. Damon nodded mutely, realising he may have said the wrong thing. He's had this argument with Elena countless times but this time was different seeing as she didn't remember Andie. Elena had always disliked the woman but this was the first time he could really see how much. This was even without having already witnessed Andie and him in their weird concocted relationship. "Is there any girl left in Mystic Falls that you haven't fucked?" she shouted exasperatedly.

"Come on Elena, don't be like that," Damon said frustrated by her attitude.

"Well, is there?" Elena asked again, not backing down.

"Well… let me think," Damon said furrowing his eyebrows in deep thought.

"Oh my God!"

"Oh right, I haven't slept with Bonnie and don't worry I'm not going anywhere near that thing!" Damon said shuddering at the thought.

"Oh wow, congratulations Damon," Elena mock clapped, "you've not fucked one of my friends."

"Elena, we've been through this. Yes, I liked to sleep around. I've been alive for 170 years. I've fucked a lot of women. But there's only one woman I've ever loved and there's only one woman I'll ever love."

Elena's eyes softened at his words. She knew he meant them but somehow it was hard to let go of the fact that Damon could have any woman he wanted, scratch that, he had gotten any woman he wanted. What if she lost whatever was special about herself that kept Damon with her?

"Okay," she whispered. Damon continued to look at her wearily, to make sure she was really over their little argument.

"Good… now care to dance with me?" Damon grinned. Elena felt the small smile on her face grow as she nodded.

As they walked onto the dancefloor the song changed into a slow one and the DJ dedicated it to all the couples. Elena's smile grew larger when she realised it was a song that was older than four years and so she recognised it!

Damon pulled her in close and wrapped his hands around her waist. Elena leant in closer and wrapped one of her arms around his neck whilst she placed the other on his right shoulder. They slowly swayed to the song.

Come on in
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign

When the truth is, I miss you
Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so

Elena closed her eyes and basked in the feelings of having his arms wrapped tightly around her. She felt safe and calm for the first time since her accident. Damon pressed his forehead to Elena's and just smiled. He was feeling happy for the first time since her accident.

A warning sign
It came back to haunt me, and I realised
That you were an island and I passed you by
And you were an island to discover

Damon breathed in deeply wanting to remember how heavenly she smelt. He wanted to commit every second of this dance to his memory. For all he knew, Elena would crawl back into her shell and pull away from him again. He had to take advantage of the moments she gave him.

When the truth is, I miss you
Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so

So I crawl back into your open arms
Yes I crawl back into your open arms

Elena pulled away from Damon as the song finished. She was tired. The dance had somehow been emotionally draining and all she wanted to do was crawl into bed again with Damon's warm body beside her.

"I'm tired, can we go home?" she whispered. The way she said the words made Damon's heart swell. She could be so cute sometimes. He nodded his head slowly and leant forward to press a kiss on her temple before leaving to get their coats.

As Elena waited for him to return, she looked around and noticed that Matt was lying passed out on one of the sofa chairs and yet the party was still in full swing. Elena's smile widened as she spotted Andie with a drink in her hand, staring daggers at her. There was no way Andie was ever going to get her claws into Damon again.

As soon as Damon had helped her put her coat back on she grabbed his hand and walked out the Grill; content with how the evening had ended.

A/N Please leave a review with your thoughts! I'm really nervous about the sort of smut scene at the beginning. I've never really written smut and I hope it was even a little enjoyable and not too awkward. I think the only way I'll improve is through practicing. ;)

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