Elena always thought she had the most comfortable bed in the world but tonight she just couldn't sleep. She rolled over and then sat up, huffing to herself she punched her pillow several times with her fist hoping she'd beat some comfort into it. Throwing herself back down into it she clamped her eyes shut and imagined little sheep jumping over fences, unfortunately images of a shirtless Damon kept flooding her mind and this was doing nothing to calm her down, so she went back to sheep. She counted and counted but after the fist 234 she decided to give up. Rolling onto her side again, Elena bundled up her duvet and cuddled it- but it was no good. She knew who she needed to be cuddled up with. Elena thought through the days events. She was mad at herself and she was mad at Damon. She had no idea why she was angry at Damon. She knew he'd done nothing wrong. Yes, he should have called up Andi and broken things off between them but he'd had a good argument for her earlier in stateing that he hadn't had a chance to. Elena hesitently smiled at the memories of the last few days since they'd gotten togeather, they'd been rather busy...

Elena sat up again and switched on her bedside lamp. She picked up her phone and scrolled down to Damon's number. She pressed call but them immediately hung up before it had a chance to connect. It was 2am, he would probably be asleep and she didn't actually know what she was going to say. Elena set her phone down and picked up her copy of Pride and Prejudice, if she was sitting up all night she was going to be focusing on someone elses drama.

"...I missed you..." Elena panted, pushing Damon back roughly until he was pressed against the bookcase.

"me too..." he mumbled as he kissed and nipped at her neck.

Her hands began tugging at his belt, urgently unbuckling it and ripping his jeans open as Damon removed her bra and began and assult on her breasts. Feeling bold, she plunged her hand into his CK boxers and grabbed hold of his shaft. She felt Damon stiffed immediately. He pulled her mouth to his and they devoured each other, tongues battling for dominance.

"I need you now." Elena moaned, hitching a leg around his waist, She felt Damon's hand ghost up her thigh and under her skirt.

"No panties, miss. Gilbert?... naughty..." In a flash Elena was slammed into the bookcase, their positions reversed. She bit her lip as he hooked his arms under her butt and lifter her up. Wrapping her legs tightly around him, Elena gasped as Damon pushed into her.

"Damon!" Elena cried in pleasure as Damon thurst into her unhuman speed "More!"

Damon's hands braced against the bookcase as he drove into her, the frame was shaking.

"UH..." Damon gasped, his head beading with sweat "You're so tight..."

"YES!" Elena cried out as he hit her G spot. "Right there Baby! Harder!" Damon happily obliged, he always took care of business. She felt it rising inher like a river about to burst its dam.

"I'm coming Damon! Keep going...Ah..ah..yes!"

The whole bookcase was shaking now at their force, books were jiggling madly,one began slipping towards the edge...

"YES! OH YES, DAMON! OOOHHHH...!"

BANG. the book hit the floor with a large bang...and Elena jolted awake, sitting bolt upright. With a snap of realisation she had fallen asleep and had herself a dream, a naughty dream. Her copy of pride and prejdice fallen from her bed to the floor. She felt embarassed and she had to admit, a little cheated. Her core was tingling and she felt extremely wet. Sighing, and taking a breath to calm herself she reached for her phone again. She needed to sort things out with Damon... So she dialled and this time she didn't hang up.