Does anyone know about kingdom rules back then? Around 1720-1900s. Thats the new story I'll be working on will be around. It might be Rated T. Remembering I Hate the way you love, helped me come up with it. Part 2 is up, read it.

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It was difficult and Damon couldn't understand how he was going to try and do this. He was extremely nervous and valued the length of time that Elena, Bonnie, and her mother were taking to come back from shopping. They had left hours ago. He was sitting next to Alaric. His hazel eyes were going over Damon's paper, tapping his chin, pulling on tiny hairs that was growing from his skin. Alaric flipped over the page, the essay was about a view on the concentration camps and how would that be if it happened in American. The essay was about four pages long typed. He had nothing but time on his hands when he typed the thing his thoughts casually drifting to Elena. His eyes focused on her face and nothing else, her seductive brown eyes, her nice full lips, and perfect button nose. Damon grew at the thought.

"This is good. I'll break this down later. Don't you have a date with my step-daughter later?"

Damon nodded his head. Of course, he did but he couldn't he tell that he was so nervous.

"Yes, but I wanted you to check this part out, just in case if i was missing anything."

Alaric shook his head. "Nope, it's all good." He handed him back the piece of paper and Damon took it from him, placing it into the folder that he had brought with him.

"Thanks. I'll head out and come back at seven to pick her up." Damon got off the stool that he was sitting on and picked up the folder.

"Have her back before one. I know how kids get after a date. I'm letting her have her freedom for a bit. Isobel wants Elena to understand that she's almost an adult and I want Elena to make choices on her on so as long as she's in the house when we wake up. Then no one get's hurt." Alaric laughed. Damon did as well, his was more nervously. His hands were trembling.

Okay!

"See you Damon...oh when your Uncle Zach comes back tell him that he has to get rid of that swing back there. It creaks at night when the wind blows."

Damon nodded his head and told Alaric bye, walking out of the door, wondering what the heck he was going to wear. And he knew that he was going to only one person. He dug through his pockets and pulled out his phone. He dialed in Stefan's number and placed it to his ear, closing the door behind him as he walked down the steps.

Stefan answered on the first ring. He was breathing heavy.

"What Damon? I told you I was busy."

Damon bit his lip.

"I need help. I was planning on taking a special girl out later and I need help in looking nice." Damon groaned at the word nice. He'd rather have jeans and call it a day but than he wanted to make a good impression on Elena.

"You going on a date..." There was silence before Damon heard more grunts and a loud slap. "Okay. Come over. We'll help."

Damon hung up the phone before anything was said and couldn't believe that he was about to meet Stefan's boyfriend. He just hoped the guy wasn't a too old or anything. Stefan been dating this guy for months as far as Damon knew. He just never seen him, he was like a ghost.

~ . ~

6:20 exactly

Elena had her laptop on full blast as she walked through her room getting dressed. Her brush was in her hand and she waited for her flat iron to heat up. She had just gotten out of the shower with one towel wrapped around her hair as the other was wrapped around her drying body. She snatched the towel off her head and flung her hair around. She was going to let it air dry, finishing it up with the blow dryer and straighten out her hair. She walked towards her bathroom and plugged in the blow dry, singing along to the new song that played on her lap top as she separated parts of her hair to blow dry it individually.

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,
drifting through the wind
wanting to start again?

Elena sung to the top of her lungs as she dried her hair, cutting off the blow dryer as she passed the flat iron over the hair she just dried. She continued to do that as she song along with Katy Perry.

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
like a house of cards,
one blow from caving in?

She couldn't get over that her mother actually let her walk in Victoria's Secrets. Her mother started wearing thongs at Elena's age and wanted her to get used to the idea. Bonnie was very uncomfortable but she didn't show it. She just shopped and nosed around the store, going through the pretty things that were displayed. Her mother had brought four pairs of thongs and two for Elena. She wanted her to wear it on her date, telling her that it would boost up her confidence. Elena thought it was silly but as she thought of Damon taking her out. She felt her body warm at the idea.

Do you ever feel already buried deep?
6 feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing

She was nearly down with her hair as she blow dried the rest of her hair, wondering where Damon was going to take her. She couldn't get it off her mind. She had already picked out what she was going to wear, her mother had came in quietly while Elena had taken her shower and pulled out a silver dress and a black redish one. Elena picked out the black redish one, she liked how it looked. It was black all over but red was framed over the dress, it was a low V-neck and it had tightness and a push-up bra installed so her okay-looking breast would be like bam. It's what her mother said when she showed it to her.

Do you know that there's still a chance for you
'Cause there's a spark in you

Elena heard her phone ring and she went over another piece of hair. She'd answer it later. Nothing important.

ou just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July

She finished her hair and cut off her flat iron, looking in her mirror. She looked flat and boring. She bent down and opened her cabinet doors, looking over the things that were there. She finally found what she was looking for, grabbing at her curling iron and plugging it up. She took out her flat iron and moved it to the other side of the counter. She didn't want it getting in the way or burning herself in the process.

'Cause baby you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

She waited as the curling iron heated up as she continued to look at herself in the mirror. She closed the cabinet with her knees and grabbed her makeup bag, taking out the things that she would need. She wasn't sure why, but she wanted to look perfect for Damon. She wanted him to stutter when he saw her.

Yup that was the goal that she was working on.

~ . ~

Damon bit back a cry as Stefan plucked his eyebrows. His boyfriend, which Damon found out was their Uncle Zach's best friend, Mason was doing something to his hair to make it soft. Of course, when ever Damon was around Mason, he noticed that he was checking him out. He never said anything but he just let it go. But he would never assume that his brother would go out with the heart throb that most girls swooned over. Damon wondered how they would feel if they found out Mason was gay.

He would hear screams.

"So, whose the lucky girl?"

Damon jumped as Stefan plucked again, he was pulling hard and his hold was on his forehead pulling him back every time that he moved.

"She's a close friend."

Stefan's mouth formed a little 'O'. He smiled and than shook his head. Stefan bit on his bottom lip as he looked over his brother's eyebrows. He stepped back admiring his work. He did a good job.

"I like it. Now we just need to chap those lips of yours. You look fucking crusty. Mason, get my new packet of chapstick out of the bathroom."

"Alright." Mason walked off shirtless in the bathroom. He shuffled through the contents of Stefan's chest before he pulled out grabbed it and walked back into the room, Stefan was combing Damon's hair and working over it, fluffing it up. Stefan looked up at Mason and smiled.

"Do his lips for me. I need to find that jacket of his."

"I got you, boo." Mason grinned as Damon shook his head.

"I don't want chap stick."

Stefan walked over to his brother's closet, peeking through all his clothes. His bare back to Damon's sight. He had on boxers.

"You lips are fucking nasty looking. Plus girls like flavored lips, makes them want more."

Stefan dug through the closet, biting his lip at his selection.

"Fine. Be crusty if you want than Damon."

"He's good. It's on him." Mason handed Damon the cherry flavored stick and smiled, looking over his work. Damon took it and placed it into his pocket.

Damon had on a white collared shirt and black dress pants, that were baggy to his liking. He also had on black shoes. Stefan wanted him to go with the dress pants look but Damon said it wasn't the fancy so he stuck to his boots. Mason had to clean them while Damon was in the shower and Stefan was washing his hair.

Mason had heard screams.

Ha.

"He's done. If he wants he can borrow my jacket."

Damon peered at Mason and looked him over, his curly brown hair and his bright green eyes.

"Sure. I don't mind."

Mason bounced and ran off to go get it. It was downstairs on the couch when him and Stefan crashed into the place, legs tangled and lips and tongue. The jacket was tossed.

Stefan turned around and sat on Damon's dresser.

"If you had a secret and wanted to tell, would you, even though the person who told you made you promise not to tell anyone. Would you?"

Damon shook his head. "Nope. You'll lose trust in them."

Mason came back into the room, handing Damon his jacket. Damon stood up and took the jacket from Mason and put it on. It came around his waist but hung a little lower. Stefan and Mason stood together and looked over their work.

"Damn you look good enough to eat."

Damon looked at his brother with 'are you serious?' look.

"Yea, now go get E...the girl. Have fun."

Stefan's smile was way to big for Damon's liking but he shrugged it off. It was whatever. He walked out of the room and down the stairs. He grabbed his car keys and whistled to himself as he opened the door to the house, stepped outside, and closed it behind him, going to his car.

A big ass smile on his face.

~ . ~

He arrived at the house at seven exactly. He pulled into their driveway and stopped the car. He would have honked but that was disrespectful. He stopped the car and caught off the ignition. He unlocked the car door and stepped out of it, slamming the car door behind him. He walked up the door step and knocked on the door, tapping the hell of his foot onto the ground to a beat in his head that was calming him. He was starting to be nervous again.

Alaric and Isobel opened the door, both smiling. They welcomed him and Isobel hugged him, going over how he smelled and how he looked.

"You smell fantastic."

"Stefan helped." He blurted out.

Isobel laughed and Alaric chuckled.

"You can come in." They both stepped aside and Damon walked into the house. His eyes scanned the living room, wondering where she was. He really wanted to see her.

"She's upstairs finishing the touches on her outfit. She heard you pull up in the driveway."

Damon smiled and bit his lip.

He looked up the stairs. He heard her door close and his body tensed up. He couldn't believe that he was taking his best friend, the woman he loved out on a date. He felt so giddy like butter flies were in his stomach.

She appeared at the top of the stairs. Damon's eyes froze and he grew long and hard in his pants.

Her long hair was curled in spirals. She was smiling with her pink lips. Her dress was black and red, red framed the hem. Her breast were pushed up together and were touched off with lace hem around it, closing your eyes in towards her dress. It was short, came around her thighs. Her heels clinked as she walked down the steps.

She reached him just in time and he reached out with his hand to grab hers.

Elena smiled at him and she began to blush as he mouthed those words to her that she was so used to hearing.

"You're beautiful."

"Elena come home, not early. But when I wake up, I want to see you sleeping in your room or at least somewhere in the house." Her mother smiled as she scanned over Damon once again.

"Yes mother."

"Oh and we won't wait up." Alaric chimed in as he helped Isobel push them out the door.

~ . ~

"Hello, welcome to Le BonBon, how may I help you?" Damon and Elena walked into the restaurant. Damon's jacket was around her shoulders, outside was cold and she was freezing.

"We have a reservation here."

The server looked down at the pieces of paper in front of her, looking over what was there. "Name?"

"Salvatore and Gilbert."

The server nodded her head and her nails ran up and down the page as her eyes tried to find the names. She found them. Their names were at the top of the list.

"Sorry for the inconvenience. You're table is this way. Anna will help you."

The girl named Anna came over. She had a scowl on her face and she was not happy. "This way please."

She walked off and Damon and Elena followed behind her.

She showed them to a booth that was near the back, with a candle setting. Three candles were on the table. One each ends of the table and one in the middle. Anna picked it up and removed it. She didn't want anyone to get burned.

She stepped back and let Damon and Elena get in the booth, sitting across from each other.

"I'm your server Anna. How may I help you?" She grumbled but it was with a smile.

She handed them the menus.

Elena looked over it, deciding what to drink first.

"I'll have a sprite and she'll have raspberry tea." Damon looked at Elena as she nodded her head.

"That's exactly what I'll have." She said as Anna wrote it down on her pad. Anna mumbled that she would be back with the things that they ordered and she stalked away.

Elena turned towards Damon and looked at him.

"What if I wanted sprite?"

Damon laughed. "Than you'll drink out of mine." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay, why did you order raspberry?"

Damon leaned forward on the table and Elena did as well.

"So I'd drink out of yours."

Elena began to blush as she felt heat rise to her cheeks. She sat back and bit her lip.

"Are you flirting with me, Damon?"

Her heart sped up.

His did too.

"Of course." He answered truthfully.

~ . ~

It was way into the night and the restaurant was starting to get full. The servers were tired but plastered a smile on their face so they could get good tips. Anna was waiting for hers but she knew she wouldn't get it till Damon left with his girl. She served other people but causally looked back. They had finished their meal and was now sharing a banana split. Well the tall woman with him was. He was grabbing her spoon and taking it from her. They were giggling. She would have assumed that they were already a couple but Damon told her that they weren't, just friends. Sure didn't act like it.

"You're crazy, Damon, stop." Elena giggled as Damon broke off a piece of the banana and ate it, his taste buds tingling at the sensations. He was feeling in his mouth.

"This banana split is really good. I can't help it. You look good yourself." His second compliment for the night. Elena blushed again and shook it off.

"You do too. I love how soft your hair looks. Can I touch it?" Damon nodded his head and leaned forward. Elena reached forward and wove her fingers through his hair, amazed at how it felt. She pulled back and Damon did as well. He was smiling at her.

"That's soft. What did you use?"

"Nothing. Stefan and his boyfriend did my hair."

Elena gasped.

"You met him?"

Damon nodded his head as he got another scoop of her desert. "Yeah, he's nice and they are great together. He'll be there when The Grill opens up the open mike night. Their still deciding."

Elena nodded her head in understanding and looked over at Damon. She bit her lip and watched as he scooped up the last of it. She only had two bites before she moaned out in delight. Damon stole it from her and had been eating it ever since.

"Oh. So, what do two people do after a date?" She raised her eyebrow and it arched as she looked at him. Damon pushed the plate away and picked up the spoon. He thumped it against his hand. There was something in his eyes that she wasn't used too. She saw flame in his eyes.

"What do you want to happened?"

Elena shrugged her shoulders. She blushed again and decided to change the subject.

"Did Alaric check your essay?"

Damon nodded his head and leaned forward. He let the spoon slip from his fingers.

It fell to the floor.

"He did and said it was good. I'll get that. Hold on."

Damon instantly dove under the table and pushed the spoon to the side. He reached over to Elena's side and spread her legs. Elena fought and picked up the cloth that was covering the table.

"What are you doing?" She hissed at him. It was a breath of a whisper.

"Nothing, showing you want I have in mind." he whispered back.

He pulled the cloth back down and Elena straighten in her seat as Damon pulled her ever more towards the edge of the booth. Her legs were spread before him, he caught a glimpse of her bottoms. It was a black lace thong. He used his fingers to pull it apart and he inched it to the side. He leaned forward and looked at her shaved cunt. He licked his lips in anticipation and gave her clitoris a quick lick.

Elena shuddered and her legs spread even more far apart than Damon had planned. She grabbed his cup and used the straw to drink out of it. She didn't trust to hold on to the cup. She didn't want to be holding it and it fell from her hands.

Damon ran his thumb over her clit, rubbing it in circles as he flatten his tongue to lick up her upcoming juices. It stained his tongue and his taste buds jumped in excitement as more spilled from her. He held her thong back with his tongue as he licked her up, his cock aching in his pants to slide into her and work that tight snatch of hers but he didn't want to hurt her. He hurt Rose their first time and she had avoided him for weeks until she told him that she was ready. He didn't want that happening with Elena.

He used slow strokes, to tease her. His other hand inching up to slip in one finger as he worked her. He didn't have it all the way in, just enough for her to get pleasure. He didn't want to break her maiden head with his fingers. He wanted to break it with his cock.

Elena bit into the straw as Damon licked her. She been given head before, Matt, but Matt didn't have a long skillful tongue like Damon. He used it to his advantage as he flicked over her folds, collecting her juices and saving it during the back of his tongue.

"You're so fucking tasty."

He murmured against her as he lapped at her flowing juices.

Elena bit her lip around the straw and her hands went under the cloth to claw at Damon's hair, running her hands through his soft hair. She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes, pretending that she was resting. Damon was going to bring her to a climax if he didn't stop.

"Damon..." she whispered out his name.

Damon smiled at how she was restraining herself from calling out his name, out loud.

He grinned against her and continued to please her, loving how wet she was and how wet she was getting.

Her hand tighten on his hair. Her body stilled. Her eyes opened wide.

His mouth had clamped down on her clit and he started to suck it hard, tears came to her eyes. It ran down her face as she bit her lip to muffle the sound.

Her walls tighten around his finger and her clit vibrated in his mouth. Her hands fell from his hair.

She came hard on his tongue. His mouth was so cold and warm at the same time.

She stilled and her juices followed from her and Damon collected every drop.

He pulled back and fixed her thong, letting it slip back into place. He licked his fingers and grabbed the spoon with his other hand. He came back from underneath the table. He looked down to wipe off the dirt when he found two hundred dollars on the ground. He picked it up, looked at it. He licked his mouth clean and called Anna over.

Elena was trying to calm down, her heart was racing so fast. She placed her hand over her heart and calmed her breathing, her legs sagging back together.

Anna came over with a grim smile on her face.

"Anything else? More desert?" She picked up the empty bowl. Damon placed the spoon back into the bowl as it was held in Anna's hands.

He also gave her the two hundred dollars. She looked at him before taking the money. A big smile coming to her face.

"Nope. I had enough desert for the evening. The one hundred is for the meal and the other is for you. I don't need the receipt. Thank you." Anna nodded her head and looked at Elena. She was breathing heavily.

"Well, does she need anything? She looks like she's having trouble breathing."

Damon laughed and Elena shook her head.

"I'm fine. Just that banana split was good." She fanned herself before taking a big gulp.

Anna smiled and watched as Damon stood. Elena stood as well and out of the booth. Elena stumbled a bit before fixing herself straight and walking ahead of Damon to leave the place. Damon watched as Elena walked away, admiring her backside before turning towards Anna.

"Thank you so much."

Anna rolled her eyes.

"Whatever now go away. I have a job."

"So do I."

Damon hugged Anna kissed her on her cheek.

They pulled back. The hug wasn't long. Damon only knew Anna because she was Rose's younger sister, by one year.

"You know my sister asked about you."

Damon shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't care." He meant it.

He smiled at Anna again before heading out of the restaurant.

He didn't care that Rose wanted him.

He wanted Elena.

And deep down, a part of him knew that she wanted him.

~ . ~

Elena laid in her bed and opened her diary, flipping to a new page. Her mind was filled with thoughts.

She opened to a new page and grabbed her green pen off her nightstand. She bit on the cap and than began to write.

Dear Diary,

Everything is crazy. I had a perfect dinner date with Damon. He even called it that when he dropped me back off. The food was amazing. I had ordered a salad...well Damon ordered it for me along with my drink that he finished before I even got a settled sip. He ordered a salad and some type of pasta. It tasted pretty good. He fed it to me and my heart sped up in my chest. Everything between us is going well. The dinner as stated before was so perfect and wonderful and that was before he gave me head. And the weird part it was underneath the table. Anybody could have came over and found us out but no one did. So we just enjoyed ourselves. Well Damon enjoyed himself.

...I can't stop smiling. I came back at ten. Damon drove around and parked in a secluded area in the forest. He just parked there and we laid ourselves out on the hood of the car.

We laid there and talked about things going on in our lives. Our future plans. I even had the courage to tell him that I was never in love with Matt. I've been in love with someone else and I've been holding myself back. I swear Damon's face lit up for a second before he shrugged it off and rolled over to look at me. He touched my face and pulled me closer as he kissed me. It wasn't all hot and heavy, but just simple. Not tongue. Just our lips.

My lips still tingle from the taste of his lips. They taste like cherry.

Yum.

It's almost midnight and I better head to bed. I want to ask Damon out but I can't. He told me on the hood of the car that Rose had messaged him, wanting to talk. I felt my heart just drop in my chest. He called her a heartless bitch, but he loved her so much. He wouldn't go for a girl like me. His best friend, but then why would he take me out on a date or even continue with whatever we're doing after I admitted that I wanted someone else...unless...

Elena paused as she heard her phone ring. She dropped her pen and grabbed her phone. It was on the charger. She looked at it and saw that it was Damon.

She answered her phone and placed it to her ear. She heard loud laughing before she heard his voice.

"What's up?" she asked.

"I have a question."

Elena bit her lip.

"Okay."

She gulped.

"Will you go out with me?"

Elena dropped her phone. Her entire body froze.

TBC

Hahah TBC? Don't you hate those?How was the restaurant dinner? I know I didn't explain much but I had already planned about Damon going under the table. Just not sure do you think Elena should say?

DomOx