A/N: I'm sorry it took so long for this chapter; this honestly isn't my best month. It's been very personal to me, but I won't get into details. But I'm back and here with a fresh new chapter.

Hope you all enjoy,

Giving In: Chapter ten

I'm getting sick of predictable, tired of acting logical
Oh yeah, I gotta shake it up tonight
Yeah girl I want something physical
Not something invisible, oh yeah
I'm tired of being good, let's be bad

Elena was twirling around her bedroom getting ready with the radio blasting, music filling up the room. She and Caroline decided to treat themselves to a fancy dinner as a reward for passing their History exam, which happened to take a boat load of studying for. It was one of those nights where they reward themselves for something great they have done. It was Caroline's idea to go to the Au Poivre, one of the fanciest restaurants in Virginia that if one wasn't dressed classy, they wouldn't be let in. It was an all-time French restaurant that was just a bit more than a mile outside of Mystic Falls. Stefan, as well as Bonnie was invited to tag along but Stefan had other studying to do, and Bonnie was going to look through colleges for next year with her father.

Elena has been looking forward to this night ever since she and Caroline made the plans. It was time for her to live more, and be freer. As she was finishing up styling her hair, the lyrics to the song on the radio caught her attention

Yeah baby, I know that you're good
But I don't want a good girl no, not today

She rolled her eyes. There's no good girl in here, She thought, and she turned around to look at herself in the mirror.

Cause I want it bad, I want a bad girl, baby, bad

She looked at her reflection and smiled.

"Bad girl." She mumbled. "I'm a bad girl." She laughed at herself as she spun around and headed toward her closet where she grabbed her dress, and easily zipped it on.

When her look was finally complete, she even had to admit that she looked good. She looked more like someone who was going to a club, but it would do; it was still classy enough. She wore a mid-thigh, three-quartered sleeve, all purple sequined dress that zipped in the back with a gold zipper. To match she wore suede black pumps that had little gold studs in the back. To accessorize, all she had was a black suede clutch bag with gold lining to match her shoes. Her hair fell passed her shoulders into outwards curls. Her makeup was simple, yet intense. She wore a brown smoky eye that made her eyes bold along with eyeliner, and a few coats of mascara to enhance her lashes. Overall, she looked pretty damn good.

She didn't know how, but her thoughts somehow drifted to Damon. After what happened on Wednesday with him, she hasn't seen him. After she agreed to let herself feel, all he did was kiss her again, and let her go inside. That's it. She didn't know what to think. When she and Stefan finished their project and it was time for her to head home, when she went back outside Damon and his camaro were gone.

And she hasn't seen him since.

It's Friday again, and as she looked at herself again she thought if everything he said was a lie: How he wants her. How she's not like the other girls. How he won't just toss her aside.

Maybe he just wanted her to give in. Since she didn't fall for him when they first met, maybe all he wanted was the satisfaction of her waving the white flag for him.

Maybe he didn't feel anything for her at all.

Its only been two days, Elena. Stop beating yourself up, She scolded herself. It only has been two days since then, she's probably just suspecting the worst. But even if her suspicions are correct, it doesn't matter. She will still be the New Elena she is now. She will now let herself do things that make her happy, not anyone else. It was time for a change after all.

She composed herself, and smiled. No more feeling crappy, time for some fun, she told herself, as she grabbed her bag and headed downstairs to wait for Caroline to come pick her up.

"There she is." Her mother grinned, as Elena walked down the stairs.

She rolled her eyes at her mom, but blushed from the attention.

"Elena, you look gorgeous." Miranda smiled, as Grayson walked into the room.

"Sweetheart, you look beautiful but isn't that dress a little short for your taste?" He father asked her, looking her straight in the eye.

"Actually Dad, this is my taste." She answered. "And I'm just going to dinner with Caroline, no big deal." She smiled, mentally high-fiving herself. Yup, living up to no one's expectations and doing what makes me happy, she thought.

"Alright," He sighed. "Just make sure it doesn't rise up. I don't need any assholes looking at my baby girl."

"Watch your language, Grayson." Miranda scolded, and she walked up to him to slap his chest.

"Sorry, Hun" He grinned, as he put his arm around her and kissed the crown of her head.

Elena couldn't help but smile at the scene, but then Caroline's high-pitched car horn rang through her ears.

"That's my ride." She sing-songed. She walked up to her parents and kissed them both on the cheek before making her way towards the door.

"Don't stay out too late." Grayson called sternly.

"Alright, alright." She said happily, even though she couldn't help but roll her eyes at his strictness.

She closed the door, and made her way to Caroline's silver car. When she got in, she huffed, and then turned her attention to her friend.

"Whoa Elena, you look hot!" Caroline told her.

"Thanks" She blushed, and then took notice of Caroline's attire "Me? Look at you!"

Caroline sat there wearing a one strap, satin, navy blue, short dress. It had a unique pattern of jewels on the right hip, and it was so Caroline. Along with it, she wore sparkly silver pumps, with a silver clutch, as well with a silver cuff bracelet to complete the outfit. Her blonde hair was curled and lay on her shoulders, and her makeup was simple mascara and eyeliner.

"Alright, we are both looking hot this fine evening." She laughed. "Now, must we drive to Au Poivre for a fancy gourmet meal?" She smiled.

"Absolutely." Elena laughed.

It was a little more than a half hour drive and to kill time, Elena thought now would be the good time to spill the beans about two days ago.

"So Care," Elena lingered.

"What did you do?" Caroline glanced at her, as she sent out a text message from her phone.

"Why do you think I did something?" Elena asked. "And eyes on the road!"

"Because when was the last time you started a sentence saying, 'So Care,' or 'Listen Care,' without feeling guilty about something." Caroline said, as she put her phone away and looked back to the road in front of her.

"I don't feel guilty," Elena mumbled.

Caroline rolled her eyes, and then smirked.

"Fine, then tell me what's going on."

Damon and Klaus were sitting on the couch drinking beers and watching believe it or not, Jeopardy. Well, looking at the TV screen while Jeopardy was on, trying to understand the information.

"What the fuck is this?" Klaus asked.

"I have no fucking clue." Damon stared at the screen dumb folded.

The next question popped up and read, "It occurs once in a minute twice in a week and once in a year"

"How the hell should I know this shit?" Damon cursed at Alex Trebek, the Jeopardy host.

"What the fuck is this bullshit!" Klaus yelled at the TV, losing his temper.

And a middle aged contestant on the show buzzed in and she said, "What is the letter 'E'?" It was correct.

Damon and Klaus muttered curses and threw their empty beer cans at the TV.

"Fuck that." Damon said, as he grabbed the remote and turned the television off. He kicked his feet on the coffee table, lay back, and opened another beer.

"It's Friday night, what the hell are we doing sitting on your couch watching fucked out shows, Mate?" Klaus asked.

"You think I want to be here? This town is dull." Damon snorted. They went to the new Club 'Shine' before, but the music, alcohol and people were terribly bad that they actually left.

Damon and Klaus never leave clubs, so this one had to be real shitty.

"Well I don't know what the fuck we're supposed to—" Klaus was interrupted by his phone beeping, alerting him of a text message. He held up a finger signaling for Damon to hold on a moment, which Damon rolled his eyes at. Then Klaus grinned.

"What are you smiling about?" Damon narrowed his eyes.

Klaus looked up at his friend and smirked.

"How would you like to spend the night with two sexy women?"

"When were you going to tell me that you two kissed?" Caroline asked as she pulled up into the restaurant parking lot.

"I'm telling you now!" Elena grinned.

"Well, you told him you were going to commit, and you haven't seen him since?" Caroline questioned, and turned the ignition off.

"Whoa, Easy Care. Nobody said anything about committing." Elena laughed. "I was just 'letting myself feel'."

"Was? As in, not anymore?" She asked.

"Well after I agreed, he didn't do anything. He let me go, and I haven't seen him."

"And if you do see him?" Caroline asked suspiciously.

Elena shrugged, "I don't know. We'll see how things go, I guess."

"This is so great, we can all double date and have fun!" Caroline cheered and giggled.

Elena rolled her eyes playfully as she unbuckled her seatbelt ad opened the car door.

"This isn't over!" Caroline called as she got out, and shut her door as well.

Seems like it is, Elena thought.

They linked their arms and walked into the fancy restaurant. Up front was the podium where the host stood behind, and they made their way over to it as Caroline took the lead.

"Forbes." She stated. "Party of—" She stopped. "Forbes, just Caroline Forbes." She stuttered, and then smiled widely.

Elena looked at her friend suspiciously but then decided that Caroline was probably just having 'one of those days'

"Ah yes, Madam Forbes, Right this way" The host said with a very heavy French accent, as he lead them to their table.

"May I just say that you lovely madams look ravishing tonight?" He complimented.

"Thanks, but no. I have a boyfriend." Caroline flipped her hair over her shoulder as she sat down without giving him another glance. It wasn't long before he walked away to escort other individuals to their tables.

"Well this is shmancy." Caroline muttered jokingly, and looked around.

Elena laughed along with her and took her seat.

It's been at least twenty five minutes and Caroline was still deciding what she wanted to order. Elena was getting a bit impatient.

"Care, you're taking forever just pick something." She told her friend.

"I haven't decided what I want, 'Lena." She looked up from the menu at her, as a waitress walked up to their table for the fourth time tonight.

"Are you ready to order yet?" She asked impatiently with her accent fluent.

"I'm going to need ten more minutes." Caroline smiled big at her, who just huffed and walked away.

This was embarrassing for Elena, Caroline never takes this long.

"Caroline seriously, the workers are probably bad talking you."

"Let them talk, it's my money." She shrugged, and let her eyes dance across the menu.

Elena took a sip of her water with lemon as she waited.

And waited.

She waited until it got ridiculous.

"Caroline Elizabeth Forbes, what the hell is wrong with you?" She said a bit too loudly that caused individuals to turn heads towards them.

"je suis désolé!" She apologized to the wandering eyes of people.

"Oohh, since when did you speak French?" Caroline smiled, lifting her perfectly shaped eyebrows.

"Don't change the subject." Elena whispered. "Now order something from the damn menu."

"Someone's cranky." She sang.

Elena rolled her eyes and said, "Just. Pick. Something. Caroline." through her teeth.

Caroline was just about to answer, when her eyes drifted past her friend, and two the doorway where two familiar figures walked in.

"Great, they're here!" she clapped, and then waved them over.

"Who?" Elena asked.

"Our men." Caroline winked.

Elena followed Caroline's gaze and saw Damon and Klaus walking towards their table.

What? Damon's here? What do I say? She started getting nervous.

"You invited them?" Elena whispered.

"Mhmm." Caroline hummed, confirming it. "C'mon, you love me for it." She winked again.

Elena gulped. She honestly didn't know how to act around Damon. How would she? She didn't have much time to think as someone sat down beside her, and they smelt delicious.

"Hello, Elena." Damon purred, smirking. "You're looking gorgeous, as always."

"Damon." She acknowledged him. "Thank you." She murmured.

"Hello Love, Klaus kissed the crown of Caroline's head and sat beside her as she smiled at him.

"So what are you girls doing at this fancy restaurant in the first place?" Damon asked, as he lazily put his arm around Elena's shoulders.

What is he doing, is this okay? How do I respond to this?

While Caroline answered, it was then Elena noticed his choice of clothing. He was actually dressed presentable. He wasn't wearing a black shirt for once. He wore black pants, along with black shoes, but he wore a dark grey button down. It hid his skin, but it did show off his muscles, which were hard not to drool over.

He looked nice.

He smelt nice to. Hell, He always smells good.

"Right Elena?" Damon asked.

"Hmm?" She mumbled, snapping out of her thoughts.

"I said, it's a perfect night for letting loose, don't you agree?" He smirked, as he played with her hair.

"Yes, I do." She said as they locked eyes, neither one of them daring to look away.

Damon could see her eyes getting dark with, was it? Desire? He could already feel himself getting hard just by looking into her eyes. Dear God help me. This was going to be a long night.

He thought she looked beautiful tonight. The dress was skin tight, outlining her delectable curves. She looked gorgeous in anything, come to think of it. It made him wonder how stunning she would look with nothing on.

The thought didn't help his little problem. His pants seemed to get painfully tight.

Fuck.

"So, how about you guys decide what you're going to order. I decided a while ago." Caroline grinned.

Seriously? Elena thought as she rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink.

Dinner actually went by great. More than great actually, it was amazing. Everything seemed right between the four of them, but there were times where it seemed like each "couple" were separated from the other.

Damon and Elena would sometimes be in their own little world together during the dinner, as well as Klaus and Caroline. It seemed that they were the only two people there when they spoke to one another, and the other couple's presence wasn't noticed.

Every time Elena said something, Damon would give her a simple answer but the look in his eyes when he stared at her as he spoke to her gave Elena different answers. She always seemed to get lost in his deep blue eyes. The way he looks at her makes her feel uncomfortable in a way. She feels like he undresses her with his eyes, which makes her a bit nervous.

No more feeling nervous, though. You don't care what people think of you, correct? She questioned herself. But also, he the way he looks at her makes her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. It's crazy how a man like him could make her feel like this. It's like all he sees is her, as if she's the only woman in the room. Not once did she see his eyes wander to anyone else, always on her. That made her all choked up inside in ways she couldn't explain.

And she liked it.

If anyone asked her, "How do you feel towards Damon?" She honestly wouldn't know how to respond. He made her feel stunning, yet nervous. It was confusing to her, and she didn't know how to elaborate.

Her thoughts were shattered by a warm sensation on her leg. She peeked down to see Damon's hand on her thigh, as he very slowly started rubbing it up and down.

What the hell? Now how do I respond to THIS? Elena started mentally freaking out. She looked up at him shyly to see him watching her from the corner of his eye, trying not to smirk as he spoke to Klaus.

Now she knows this wasn't normal. Is this legal? She questioned, feeling anxious. This was a lot of pressure for her so ever so slightly, she tried to brush his hand off of her—slowly.

But Damon wasn't having any of it.

He simply kept his hand there, it wasn't a challenge considering how much stronger he was than her. He tried to hide his amusement as she struggled a bit. He slowly moved his hand higher, just to irk her for the joy of it, and boy was he amused.

As Damon moved his hand higher while she struggled, but not actually doing anything else bad, Elena realized he was just messing with her. She seemed to relax a bit, so she actually focused her attention to the feel of his hand on her. It was rough, yet soft. It was warm too, and she came to the conclusion that it actually felt nice.

Yes, she definitely realized by now that her feelings are hot and cold towards him, but who could blame her?

"Any dessert tonight?" The waitress asked while walking up to their table, giving both Damon and Klaus the flirty eye.

"I'm having mine later." Klaus purred in Caroline's ear, as she blushed a crimson red and smacked his chest. She then shook her head shyly at the waitress.

"Gross," Damon mocked which caused Elena to let out a laugh. "None for me," He told the waitress, not paying attention to her wandering eyes.

Elena quietly declined, but she couldn't help but have this weird feeling erupt in the pit of her stomach. Jealousy. Jealousy is what she felt. She actually felt jealous when the waitress looked at Damon in that flirty way but she felt so much better when he didn't acknowledge her.

Elena never thought she would see the day where she would be jealous over a guy; especially Damon Salvatore, the guy she met not too long ago who she seemed to feel something for in that short period of time. It was simply out of the ordinary for her. But she did decide to let herself take what wants, right?

She gulped.

She wants Damon. She wants him, and the realization is finally flooding through her. She agreed to take him on Wednesday, didn't she?

Once again her thoughts were interrupted by Damon shaking her shoulder, looking at her warily. And she noticed Caroline and Klaus were missing.

"Where did they go?" She asked.

"They went to pay together, if you weren't in la la land you would have noticed." He teased.

She mumbled an "Oh" as she smoothed out her dress and grabbed her purse making the move to stand up, but Damon held her arm.

"What's up with you?" He questioned.

What? She thought.

"What's up with me? What's up with you?" She asked.

"Nothing is up with me, princess." He answered, as he pulled her down onto his lap.

"Stop Damon, let me go." She said.

"What's wrong with you? You agreed to this." He mumbled as he kissed her neck.

Oh damn. She thought, that feels—No Elena, you're in the middle of one of the fanciest restaurants in Virginia! This is beyond inappropriate!

"That's the problem, Damon. I don't know exactly what I agreed to. How am I supposed to act? How are we supposed to act?" She fired.

"Just do what we want." He shrugged, as he leaned down to kiss her.

She was actually going to let him but then Caroline and Klaus came back, interrupting their heated moment.

"Keep it PG, mates." Klaus teased, grinning.

Damon rolled his eyes and Elena then made the move to get off of him, causing Damon to pout.

"So are we going, Caroline?" Elena asked her friend.

"No, Barbie is going with Klaus in her car, and you're coming with me in mine." Damon declared.

What do I do? What do I say? Oh my fucking god!

"Oh, that's great!" Caroline cheered. "You're fine with that right, 'Lena?"

Don't back down, this is your chance. You're not a good girl, you're bad. Prove that you're not what everyone else makes you to be. DO WHAT YOU WANT.

What do I want?

"…yeah, that's fine." She answered, looking at Damon who was grinning like a Cheshire cat, only a bit more mischievously.

"Well, it's settled then!" Caroline announced, as she walked up to Elena and hugged her. "Have fun." She teased in her ear. And with that, she and Klaus walked out with his arm around her waist.

"Whipped," Damon whispered in her ear about Klaus as he put his arm over her shoulders, leading them out.

She said nothing. Right now all she could think about how she was alone with Damon, and she was going to get into his car to God knows where.

When they got to his car, he pulled the gentlemen act by opening the door for her. She gave him a small smile in return, and got inside. He closed the door and walked over to the driver's side before getting in himself.

"Where are we going?" She looked at him confidently.

"My place." He said as he started up the ignition.

Fuck.

The car ride there was mostly silent. All you could hear was the engine and the music of the radio that was turned down low in the background. Not many words were spoken, but many glances were thrown. Both of them would either look at the other by the corner of their eyes, or glance at them and then look away when the other would turn their way.

The tension was so thick, Damon could almost smell it. It was weird how it turned him on,

When they pulled up into the Boarding house, Elena felt like a huge weight was lifted over her shoulders. She didn't think she could take another moment locked in the small space of the car with him. When he turned the car off and she made the move to get out, he swatted her arm and said "Ah, ah, ah," As he got out to the other side to open her door, resulting in her rolling her eyes.

How long is he going to keep this 'gentleman' act up?

Still no words were exchanged as they made their way up the driveway standing right beside each other, barely touching. He unlocked the door, and ushered her in. Once in, he closed the door behind them and turned to look at her.

Still no words, just gazes. They stared at each other, not saying anything until Damon made the move to take her hand and bring her into the living room.

"Want something to drink? Wine maybe?" He grinned.

She rose her eyebrows and was about to answer, when he spoke again.

"You're still a minor but that doesn't bother me. I won't tell if you won't" He teased.

"Actually, water is fine." She said.

He gave her a slight nod and walked into the kitchen. This felt weird for her. It felt awkward. She didn't know how she should act around him right now. This relationship or whatever you call it, which they have is anything but normal so how should she act in front of a guy who makes her head spin, and who she agreed to "have" when they are in a situation like this. She didn't know.

He came back with two glasses of water right after she sat down on the couch. He put them on the coffee table, and sat next to her close. Really close that their thighs rubbed against each other. He put his arm around the top of the couch so it was this close to actually touching her back, as he looked at her.

"You look stunning in that dress." He told her passionately while looking her up and down. "If it isn't obvious."

And there it is. Here come the butterflies.

She couldn't help the blush that came across her features.

"You have a sexy blush" He purred as he tucked a fallen piece of curled hair that was in her face, around her ear.

Sexy, she thought. He thought she was sexy. Elena Gilbert, the "good girl" was sexy. She smiled.

Damon noticed her smile, and thought it was one of the cutest things he ever saw. Sexy. One of the SEXIEST things you ever saw, right Salvatore? He reminded himself.

Before anything else will be said, Elena had to ask.

"Damon, what are we doing? What do you mean by just do what we want?"

Damon shifted himself more towards her and moved closer, if it were even possible. He sighed and looked at her right in the eye.

"A couple days ago you told me you would take what you want; let yourself feel what you feel." He said, and she slowly nodded.

"I told you about me." He continued. "That I'm not the good guy, but you want me just like I want you." He gazed into her brown eyes.

He was right.

"You know what you signed up for. You know what you want. So stop feeling guilty." He told her. "Just do what we want, is just doing what we want. Do what you want, Elena." He said as he cupped her face.

She licked her lips and a small smile grazed her features as she shyly blushed.

He took the opportunity to move closer to her, his hand still caressing her face. He moved closer and brought her lips to his, not regretting it. Why would he?

She welcomed him and internally decided that this was what she wanted, and she will start taking it. She should take a walk on the dark side for once in her life.

Just once.

It was her who made the move to lie back on the couch and he quickly followed, climbing on top of her not breaking the kiss. She rapped her arms around his neck, and Damon liked where this was going; he was getting harder by the second. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and he was a bit surprised when she tried to battle his for dominance, but it made her seem even sexier through his eyes. He let his hands roam all over her body. Damn this feels good, he thought as he grinded his body against hers.

The sensation blew her away. It took her to new heights. In the moment, she was feeling rebellious so she slipped her hands to his back and slowly rode his shirt up, trying to get it off. It was more difficult than it looked; trying to kiss him and take is his shirt off at the same time, so she struggled a bit. He chuckled at her failing attempts so he decided to help her and in a swift motion he slipped his classy shirt off, exposing his toned and inked chest as he returned his mouth to hers. She gasped against his lips when she ran her hands over his lean and hard abs. Holy crap. She's never been this turned on in her life.

And she never felt more alive.

He pulled back and started trailing rough, wet kisses down her neck. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes at the passion, as she tangled her hands in his raven locks and ran her fingers through them.

Everything seemed great for her. That is, until she had a special reunion with a certain little Damon when he grinded his hips against hers. Now this she wasn't ready for at all. She was internally freaking out. She didn't know how to respond to that. She wasn't comfortable to go any further than this. Shit, shit, shit, she thought. She wasn't ready to face that thing yet.

She was about to say something when a familiar voice beat her to it.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Stefan screamed at the pair from the doorway of the den.

Holy crap, Elena thought. How could she forget that Stefan was home studying? That's why he didn't go out with them in the first place. He just saw his best friend making out with his criminal older brother on the couch. He was shirtless and on top of her, this did not look good at all. Elena pushed Damon off of her with all the strength that she had and stood up, quickly evening out her dress and hair.

"Stefan I—"

"Elena, what the hell?" He interrupted her.

"I'm sorry, I—"

"Don't apologize, Elena." Damon said walking up from behind her, buttoning up the last button on his shirt.

Why should I apologize? She questioned herself. He was right.

"Look Stefan, I—"

"How could you be so stupid?" He interrupted her again.

Can I speak? She sarcastically thought, annoyed.

"Fuck off, brother." Damon snapped, not liking Stefan insulting Elena like that.

"I'm not stupid, Stefan. I'm finally doing what I want for once." She told him.

"With Damon?" He stared at her shocked.

She gulped.

"Yes, with Damon." She answered truthfully, yet overwhelmed with pressure. "I know this may seem messed up for you, but I feel like I need this for myself." She whispered softly.

Stefan looked at them dumb folded. Elena was looking at the ground, and Damon was trying to hide the smirk. He would have never thought that Elena and Damon would ever be anything to each other. This was confusing, irritating, and he felt it was wrong. He knew this would never end well. Damon was a heartless womanizer and Elena was one of his closest friends. Damon would hurt her, and he couldn't see that happening to her. He just simply couldn't believe how she ended up with Damon in the first place. Last time he saw them together, she seemed to hate him. Now she's sucking faces with him on the couch. She was smart, but she was acting stupid.

"Elena, he's going to hurt you." Stefan warned her, trying to convince her.

Elena knew she should listen to Stefan. But she knew deep down he was wrong. Damon told her that she was different from the others; that he wouldn't hurt her, and she believes him. It's not normal how she trusts him, but she does. And she can't explain why.

"I won't." Damon rolled his eyes, pissed off at his brother as he slugged his arm over Elena's shoulders.

He's not helping right now, she thought.

"Stefan, I'm going to do what I want with this. This is what I want, and its time I start doing things that make me happy. If you turn out right and I get hurt in the end then fine, I'll regret my decision but right now, this is the thing I want to do." She answered.

She seemed dead set on her choice, and if Stefan knew anything about his friend he knew that there probably was no way in changing her mind. He didn't approve this. Not one bit. He's not going to like how things will turn out, but he had no choice but to give up. He would already be fighting a battle he already lost.

"Fine, whatever." He sighed. "I'm going back upstairs." He said, not wanting to see anymore of this.

When Stefan left the room, Elena sighed. She'll have to have a longer talk with him. But now she just realized that she was alone with Damon again. Stefan barging in did help her with avoiding Damon and his "little man," and she was actually grateful for that.

But they're alone again, and there's no say in what's to happen now.

"Well that killed the mood." Damon rolled his eyes, as Elena shyly blushed.

"Yeah," She nervously chuckled. "I think I'm going to head home." She breathed.

No, Damon whined to himself. He didn't want her to leave; he wanted to finish what they started together. But he didn't want to scare away.

"I'll drive you." He said with an emotionless face.

"No, that's alright I think it will be best if I just walked, its not that far." She said. Plus it would be good to clear her head and ask herself what the fuck she was thinking when she tried to take his clothes off.

She was caught up in the moment and she couldn't believe she acted that way, she wasn't ready.

He nodded and walked her to the foyer. He opened the front door for her and as she walked out and mumbled a quiet goodnight, he pulled her against him and kissed her one last time. It was short and quick, but filled with passion. Her legs almost collapsed right there.

He pulled away, and gazed into her eyes.

"You're not going to regret your decision, Elena."

A/N: I really am sorry for my long absence. The month of March will forever be dead to me, let's just leave it at that. To say sorry, I'll give you guys the outfits I put together for Elena and Caroline.

Elena's outfit: (www.)freeimagehosting(.net)/newuploads/azloe(.jpg )
Caroline's outfit: (www.)freeimagehosting(.net)/newuploads/agzys(.jpg )
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Forgive me yet? No? Well how about this:
I'm baaaaccckkk and I'm done from my hiatus, so expect quicker updates

Some Pointers:
-Damon and Elena aren't dating. …yet ;)
-Elena is still the shy virgin so she freaks out when the thought of sex pops in her mind. Damon is very persistent and if you haven't noticed, a horny man, lol. If Elena said, "Fuck Me." Hell, he would and wouldn't think twice about it.

So how did you like it? Was it too soon or did it fit in good? I'm dying for your feedback!
Let me know what you think, Reviews are love.

See you lovelies next chapter, xoxo

-Melissa