But don't think you can imitate the accent of fate

You've got to walk the line, walk the line

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Noon was the new midnight.

It had become Damon's favorite time of the day.

Elena got in the habit of skipping lunch at school to be with him. The school year was winding down, the last couple of weeks were a joke. Caroline and Bonnie participated in many extracurricular activities. They were often too busy to hang out during lunch. Occasionally they would join Elena for an 'off campus lunch'. Elena had study hall after lunch, the supervisor didn't bother taking attendance or enforcing tardies. Needless to say, Elena took full advantage of the situation.

Damon will never forget the first time she skipped lunch. He heard her running around the boarding house, presumably searching for him. He thought she was in trouble, that something bad had happened. He was worried and immediately tracked her down. He didn't get to ask what the ruckus was about. She launched herself in his arms, wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him like it was the end of the world.

"Today is Tuesday." He stated as she trailed kisses along his jaw.

"Something wrong with Tuesdays?" She suckled his earlobe between her lips.

"Did you ditch class?"

"No." She pecked him on the lips. "Lunch hour." She grinned salaciously, buried her fingers in his hair and ravished him.

She left campus to be with him. Very hot.

He made sure the trip was worth it.

She came back the next afternoon.

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Friday Night

Damon leisurely undressed Elena in his bedroom. It was time. He had post-poned fulfilling his true desires long enough.

"Elena." He addressed her while taking off her bra. "I want to do something we haven't done before."

She narrowed her eyes at him. What had they not explored?

"Okay. What do you want me to do?" She answered him with the standard prompt for all their sexual games.

"More like what you'll let me do to you." He grinned with ravenous eyes. "I want to bite you."

"Go ahead." She responded in a calm voice. She looked at him expectantly.

He chuckled at her forwardness. "Lay on the bed."

He went to the bathroom and came back with a set of small towels.

She looked at him in wonder. She should have known he planned something. He planned everything for them.

She jumped slightly when he pressed a towel to her neck. It was hot, really hot, practically burning hot.

She looked at him waiting for an explanation.

"Special treat for your first time." He said replacing the towel with another equally as hot.

With his hand still on her neck, he leaned down to suck on a nipple until it hardened. He skimmed his tongue along its texture.

Her chest stared to rise with quick breaths. He watched as she looked at him with half-closed lids. His unoccupied hand pulled on her other nipple. He licked the outline curve of her breast. He cupped her breast, pushing it up.

He softly sucked each nipple for short intervals. Each following time he would suck a little harder, holding on a little harder, before letting go. After a few gentle bites, Elena started to whimper.

He sucked again deeper, harder, flicking his tongue against her. He could hear her heart pound.

One hand slid down her body to the wetness between her thighs. He traced her opening, then started to stroke her gently.

He slid a single finger inside her. In and out, nice and steady, barely any pressure. His gentle touch was maddening.

With his other hand, he removed the hot towel from her neck. He touched her skin, it was moist and warm. She was ready.

He felt her tense up in anticipation. He stilled his finger inside of her, making her cry out in desperation. "Don't think. Just feel. Relax." He resumed playing with her.

He vamped out. She stared at his demon's face. He lowered himself to her neck, placing an open mouth kiss. She sighed. He pierced her skin with his fangs. It was nick. It was over before she could react. He knew she was confused.

"I'm going to taste you multiple times." He explained against her neck before biting her again.

She felt his fangs this time. The pain didn't last. She couldn't explain what it felt like. It wasn't uncomfortable.

He withdrew, this time licking the blood from the larger bite.

Again his fangs entered her skin, the bite was deeper. She could feel her blood being drained. Her body arched in reaction. Something strong was coming. He inserted a second finger within her.

He pulled back licking his lips. She tasted delicious. He wanted more, but he waited long enough, he could survive a few more minutes.

He noticed her face wet from tears. She never cried when they were intimate, even during the rougher stuff.

"You okay? Want me to stop?"

"No!" His eyes widened.

"No, no, don't stop. Please don't stop, so close, don't stop."

She begged him to bite her again.

He switched to the unbitten side of her neck. He did not hesitate. His fangs entered quick and deep. A real vampire bite. The type of bite to feed from.

He moaned against her skin in ecstasy. He couldn't believe he waited this long.

She climaxed against his hand.

She got lost in the bite. It was an incredible, numbing pleasure.

A sudden rush of desire hit her. She wanted him like never before. If she didn't have him, she would surely die.

It took a lot of self-control to withdraw from her neck. He didn't want to leave her weak or lightheaded. He licked his lips and reveled about her taste. He was already thinking about the next time he could taste her.

She grabbed his head by his hair. "I want you inside me. Now." She growled, he didn't know humans could sound like that.

He shook himself out of his blood coma and undressed to please her.

She tore him apart.

She was overcome with feeling.

Everything was intense. She was in sync with him.

Once they both climaxed, she was clear headed, she asked about the bites.

"You're going to look mauled without some of my blood in you."

"How much do I need?"

"Not much. The bites will look better in a hour and when you wake up tomorrow, they should be gone."

"Okay."

He opened a pocket knife and nicked a spot underneath his collarbone. He brought her face to the cut. She hesitated before pressing her lips against his skin.

His eyes rolled back in pleasure and he petted her hair.

She felt something burning once again. It was insatiable.

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One Week Later...

"Oh, mm, mm." Elena moaned. "Oh, wow, damn."

Damon withdrew his fangs from her inner thigh. He licked the bite slowly savoring the last drops of her blood.

He kissed his way up and sat next to her.

Elena was positively spent from being in bed all day with him. He loved seeing her flushed and satisfied.

"I have something for you." He opened the drawer on his nightstand.

He slid a ring on her forefinger. It was a silver band with a tiny blue stone in the shape of a heart. Once Elena got over the initial shock that he bought her a gift, she studied the heart. At first she assumed it was a sapphire.

"Is this is a..." Elena inquired dumbfounded.

"Diamond." He confirmed.

Elena was speechless. It didn't even register in her mind that Damon was talking.

He rubbed her check with his thumb. "Do you like it?"

"Huh." She said dazed. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you give me this?" She looked down at her adorned finger.

"I liked it. I bought it. Thought you would like it. Ta-Da." He said coolly. "Isn't jewelry a girly thing?"

More silence. Her lack of response was annoying him. Was it that hard to believe he did something nice?

When she looked up at him, she knew he was offended. He didn't look happy with her at all. Elena felt guilty.

"Thank you." She said hastily. "It was very..." Nice? Loving? Considerate? "I like, I love it."

She placed a hearty kiss on his cheek.

"Good." His demeanor returned to his collected self. "I wanted you to love it." Hint hint, I want you to love me, he thought in his head.

She moved into his arms and changed the subject of their pillow talk.

A few hours later, Elena sat in her own bed inspecting the ring, she discovered the band was engraved.

It read: 'D.S'.

Obviously the gift wasn't nearly as spontaneous as he played it to be.

The butterflies were back in her stomach.

She decided to text him before falling asleep.

Damon's phone beeped with a text from her, it read: 'I REALLY DO LOVE IT XO'.

Damon concluded his efforts were so far working. A self-satisfied smirk appeared on his handsome face.

Just a matter of time.

He had plenty of time.

A/N: A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, but diamonds are a girl's best friend... Only 2-4 chapters left. Be Good & Review!