Here's the next chapter. Sorry It's shorter, but it was needed.

Giving In: Chapter Eleven

They say before you start a war
You better know what you're fighting for
Well baby, you are all that I adore
If love is what you need, a soldier I will be.

"Mmm," Elena moaned as a shirtless Damon drew soft kisses down her neck. "I still can't believe we're doing this." She said more to herself, than him.

She was lying down on her bed and he was huddled over her, sending waves of pleasure all throughout her body. It was just them, nobody else was home.

"I can." He exhaled raspy, which caused shivers to spread down her spine.

Elena closed her eyes and gasped in pleasure as he buried his face into her neck, breathing in her delicious scent.

"Oh, God." She breathed.

Damon smirked against her skin and lifted his head up

"I prefer Damon, baby." He breathed huskily as he moved up to nibble on her earlobe.

This feels so good. So perfect, Elena thought. I want more.

She almost choked when his tongue rolled down the column of her throat, and she arched her back when he slid his hands down to her bottom to guide her closer to him. She wasn't surprised when she met his hard bulge through his pants, only this time she wasn't freaking out. She welcomed "him."

"The first time we did this, I could tell you were about to have a heart attack." He breathed. "I'm surprised you're letting me go this far."

"Well, I want this." She reminded him. "Bad." She gasped, finally listening to what she desired.

"As do I." he purred. "Since the day we first met, I wanted you bad. You've been in my head all the time ever since." He confessed.

"Mmm" She mumbled.

"What changed?" He asked. "What made you want this?" He stared at her.

She lifted her head up from her pillow and grinned.

"My feelings." She breathed. "I just…never felt anything like this, and I don't want to ignore it."

"Me neither." He gazed at her passionately, and kissed her nose. "Me wanting you so badly, I couldn't fucking take it if I didn't have you soon." He confessed, leaning in to kiss her again

"Well I'm all yours now."

"Yes, you are," he murmured against her lips. "All mine." He whispered.

His.

I'm his, she thought. Something about the way he said it made something inside her snap. It made her want to act bold, daring, and bad.

She slid her hands down his hard chest and stopped at the top of his jeans. I want this. She moved down until she reached his zipper and slowly pulled it down. Damon knew what she was doing and he lifted his head up to look at her.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

She nodded. "I want you Damon, all of you. I'm ready for this." She told him.

That was all the Damon needed and in a flash his pants were gone, leaving him in black boxers. She admired his body, and didn't even notice that he was undressing her too until she was just in her undergarments.

"See something you like?" He smirked at her ogling eyes.

"Mmm hmm." She smirked, going for the elastic of his boxers.

"What time does your family get home?" He closed his eyes.

"My mom and dad are both working late tonight, and my brother's barely ever home." She smirked.

"Perfect. I'm going to make you feel so good," He moaned at the feel of her fingers on his waist.

That did it for her. In a swift motion, she ripped his boxers off and she thought she was going to pass out. He was huge. Even though she had nothing to compare it to because she never seen one in front of her before till now, it was still huge. Bigger than the ones she's seen in her health textbook.

But it made her want him even more.

"Damon." She moaned as he moved his mouth down her breast.

"Yes, baby?" he mumbled against her skin.

"I—I need you." She trembled.

"Ah, you got to be more specific, princess." He smirked, swirling his fingers in circles on her hips.

"Damon, please." She pleaded, wanting him now more than ever before.

"Please what?" He asked amused with his eyebrows raised.

This is it. It's time to take what you've been craving. You're ready for this; you want this.

"Fuck Me."

Elena gasped as she shot up from her bed covered in sweat. Her heart was pounding and her body was trembling. What the FUCK was that? She cursed at herself. What the hell just happened? Did I seriously just dream about THAT? With Damon?

She just had a dream about her going to lose her virginity, about her and Damon going to have sex. Why am I dreaming THIS? I am NOT ready for that. She was still shaking. She honestly couldn't even function right now. She looked at the time to see it was just passed nine o'clock, and decided it was time to get up—maybe take a shower to wash herself of her perspiration and maybe to calm herself down a bit. She got up from under the covers and made her way towards the bathroom, hoping to forget about the dream that scared the shit out of her but turned her on in so many ways.

Damon woke up that morning in a great mood. He wasn't bitchy and pissy like he usually is in the morning. The reason for his upbeat mood could be the fact that he got to see a whole other side to the Elena last night. When he first laid eyes on her he thought she was sexy and wild, but taking one look into her eyes he could see how innocent they were. He didn't know she had a daring side to her.

And he loved it.

He wanted to ascertain more about her. This girl is not like any other.

He and Klaus decided to meet up at his apartment, so that's where Damon was heading. When he got to the complex, he parked his car and headed towards the elevators. Once the doors opened on Klaus' floor, he walked out and was met by a certain bundle of blonde, tangled curls in the hallway.

"Have a good night, Barbie?" Damon smirked, eyeing her messy hair and ripped dress.

"Shut up, Damon." Caroline rolled her eyes playfully as she made her way to the elevator, shoes in hand, on her way out of the building.

Damon shrugged and made his way to Klaus' door and just walked in.

"You could have fucking knocked." Klaus gritted as he buttoned up his pants.

"And by the looks of that I'm guessing you and Blondie just had a quickie?" He chuckled.

"That's none of your concern." Klaus said.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm assuming you had a good night?" He asked amused.

"And morning." Klaus winked. "I always do with her." He said referring to Caroline. Then he turned his attention back to his friend. "And what about you, hmm? How was your night after dinner, do anything with Elena?"

"Now that's none of your concern, my man." Damon grinned.

Klaus chuckled.

"I hope you used a condom, mate." He laughed. "We don't want Grayson Gilbert's daughter being knocked up with a mini you inside of her now do we?" He grinned.

"Shut the fuck up, man." Damon laughed.

"Then again…" He touched his chin with his index finger, thinking of the possibilities. "Imagine the look on his face."

Damon could imagine it, and the thought actually amused him.

"Yeah, but we didn't have sex."

Klaus' eyes almost popped out of his head.

"I'm sorry did I hear you correct, mate? Damon Salvatore didn't have sex with a woman he was with at his house? Alone?"

"Yes Klaus, anything else?" He replied sarcastically.

"Nope, nothing." He tried to hide his grin, for Klaus knew his friend like an open book. He didn't have sex with her. Although it's hard to believe, Klaus knew that Damon cared for Elena because of that. But he wouldn't believe Damon would change his ways for her, that was really hard to believe. It's Damon Salvatore.

"Enough about this, let's go do something." Damon said, walking back towards the door.

Elena walked out of her bedroom jittery. She still couldn't get over what she witnessed in her dreams. She couldn't believe it at all. Part of her wanted to be that bold and wild with Damon—but she just didn't know it yet.

Today she wore a grey zip up sweatshirt with a white camisole underneath, along with black leggings and her hair tied up in a high ponytail with some loose pieces falling out to frame her heart-shaped face.

She walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by her father, who was sitting at the table reading the paper once again.

"Good morning, Sweetie." He said to her.

"Good morning, Dad." She yawned, and made her way over to the coffee pot to pour herself some.

"Sleep well?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the black and white in front of him.

Elena almost dropped the glass pot when she heard those words. If only you knew,

"Fine." She said, and poured the hot liquid into her mug. She made the move to leave when Grayson called her name again.

"Yes?" She answered, turning around.

"You're mother asked me to go food shopping for the party at the Lockwood's tomorrow. She's going to bring some things, and I have a list…" He said, rummaging through the papers on the table until he found it. "Ah ha." He mumbled.

"I have a list, and I would like you to come with me and make this faster."

"Why isn't mom going?"

"She's tied up at work until seven. Then she'll have to come home and prepare whatever she needs to."

"Well why don't I just go shopping by myself? You know, make it easier for you." She offered.

"Because one of these things on the list is alcohol and you can't buy it, unless you know someone who can. But you don't, correct?"

Well…

"No, I don't."

"Then c'mon, we'll go now. I doubt you want to spend your Saturday at the food store, so let's make this quick." He drank the last of his coffee.

This should be…fun

It wasn't long before she and her Dad were in the car, on the way to the food store.

"Tell me again why we are here." Damon said as he and Klaus walked through the chip isle in the supermarket.

"I told you, Mate." Klaus rolled his eyes. "I'm doing a favor."

"And you dragged me to this shitty dump with you." Damon snapped.

After he and Klaus left the apartment, they started walking the streets when Klaus asked him to make a little stop at the food store because he had to do something for someone

"What's the favor? And whose it for, anyway?" Damon asked, with his hands in his leather jacket pockets.

"Caroline." Klaus sighed.

"Blondie!?" Damon rolled his eyes. "What the fuck for?"

"That Lockwood shitty party. She promised Caroline she could help with the refreshments."

"And she asked you to get them?" Damon almost laughed. "I just saw her leaving your apartment this morning, she couldn't have gotten the crap when she left?"

Klaus just shrugged in return.

"Man, you are so whipped." He chuckled.

"Fuck off," Klaus snapped, picking up a bag of chips and grumbled curses in annoyance.

Damon playfully patted Klaus on the shoulder, and that was when he saw many pairs of worried eyes staring at him.

The fuck? He thought to himself. Usually the people would give him glances but today they were full on staring at him. Like they were waiting for him to do something.

Or notice something.

He turned around to see Grayson Gilbert pushing a carriage, and moving down a different isle.

Damon nudged Klaus' shoulder roughly, causing Klaus to drop a bag.

"What the fuck?" He snapped at him

Damon tilted his head to Grayson's direction, where as Klaus followed the trail with his eyes and smirked.

"This day just got a whole lot better." Damon said.

"Ah, ah, ah. "Klaus teased. "Now it just got better." He said, pointing.

Damon followed Klaus' finger and saw his favorite brunette walk up to Grayson to put some onions in the carriage.

After putting the next item on the list in the carriage, Elena heard an all too familiar chuckle. No, no no. Please, dear God please don't let it be—

"Well look what we have here, If it isn't Grayson Gilbert." His voice said.

Elena saw her father turn around and his face turn red. This cannot be good.

"Damon Salvatore. Out of prison, I see." He replied coldly. "And Niklaus Mikaelson, is it?"

Elena still didn't have the power to turn around. She didn't want to witness this. She didn't want to see her father and Damon practically murdering each other with one another's eyes. That, and after this morning, oh boy.

"And who is this?" Damon replied innocently and tapped Elena's shoulder. It was then when she turned around to face him, and couldn't help the blush that spread across her face. "Your daughter, Gray?" Damon asked, pretending he had no idea who she was.

"What's your name, Princess?" He smirked.

"Elena, why don't you get whatever's left on the list." Grayson said, not breaking eye contact with the raven haired man. "Take the carriage with you."

She looked at her father, then at Damon. She didn't want to stay to see whatever words would be said, so she mumbled a quiet "okay," grabbed the belongings, and moved to the other side of the store.

"Such a pretty woman, Gray." Damon smirked. "I'm surprised you can make someone with a face like that. Think I got a shot with her?"

"Stay away from my daughter, Salvatore. She knows better than to hang around with scum like you."

Oh, Grayson. You'd be surprised to see how wrong you are

"Can't blame a guy for trying." He held up his hands. "I guess I'll just have to ask her myself."

"Stay. Away. From. Her. Like I said, she would never be interested in someone like you. A murderer."

That's not what it seemed last night when she ripped off my shirt and latched her mouth to mine.

"Dually noted, Gray. I didn't mean to make you upset, that wasn't my intention."

"Please," He scoffed. "Now tell me Salvatore, how did you weasel your way out of jail?"

"Weasel my way out? Need I remind you that I was in that shithole for two fucking years?"

"It should have been longer." Grayson answered. "But you listen to me, you do anything and I mean anything that I don't like, I swear I will call your parole officer and get your ass thrown back in that 'shithole' for life, you understand?"

Damon laughed.

"I'm sorry, was that supposed to be threatening?" He asked amused.

"I'm not threatening you Damon, I'm promising you. I'm not risking the life of someone else because of you."

"You know what Gray, this really isn't any of your concern anymore, now is it? It has nothing to do with you Dr Grayson Gilbert."

He's a fucking doctor, not a cop. This isn't his fight. Damon thought.

"Just know I'll be watching you, waiting for you to get thrown back in jail."

"Is that before or after I take your sexy daughter out?" He questioned. "Elena, is it?"

She couldn't handle what was going thru her head right now. The one guy she's ever felt something for, and her father hate each other and are face to face at the very moment. She didn't know what they were saying to each felt somewhat relieved when Damon pretended to not know her. Although she wanted to let herself do what she wanted, the thought of her father finding that out…she cringed at the idea. Damon and her dad hated one another. She couldn't begin to understand how he would react if he found out.

Which actually made it all the more thrilling.

As she got the last item on the list, she accidentally bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry," She politely apologized before she looked up to see who it was.

"It's quite alright, love." The British voice of Klaus said.

"What are you guys doing here?" She asked

"Getting crap for the Lockwood party." He shrugged.

They're going to be there? Dad and Damon in the same room together again!? Oh boy…

"Why aren't you with Damon? What's going on over there? What were they saying?"

"Just calm down" Klaus chuckled.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

"I don't think you may have noticed but I can't calm down knowing they could rip each other's throats out as we speak. Knowing that practically everyone in the store right now is looking at them, waiting to see whose going to snap first!"

"Take a breath, love."

She rolled her eyes and just walked passed him, making her way over to the other two men. She saw them looking at each other dead in the eye with pure venom, neither one of them daring to break contact.

"Dad?" She said softly, and that's when Grayson looked away from Damon and over to Elena. "I got everything." She wheeled the carriage over.

"Alright Sweetheart, we're leaving." He glanced at Damon. "Now."

"I didn't formally get to meet you, gorgeous." Damon said to Elena, ignoring Grayson's loathing eyes. "I'm Damon Salvatore, and you must be Elena if I'm correct." He smirked, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips.

In that moment, Elena had the flashback of when they first met. He greeted her in the same gesture and it still managed to tie her stomach in knots even the second time. Looking into his eyes in this moment brought her back to this morning: what she imagined. She immediately blushed.

His lips still lingered on her hand, until Grayson made the move and took Elena's hand from Damon's.

"Let's go, 'Lena." He told her, guiding her towards the checkout lines. He turned around, but not before spitting at Damon, "Stay the hell away from my daughter."

Damon just chuckled and went to find his friend.

The car ride home was silent; neither Elena nor Grayson uttered a sound. She was uncomfortable for the most part. When they pulled up into the Gilbert driveway, she was about to make a run for it when he told her spoke her name.

"What is it?" She asked.

"That man you met at the store, stay away from him. He's trouble, bad news. He's a criminal—just stay away from him, 'Lena."

My father just told me to stay away from Damon Salvatore.

"Okay, Dad." She fake smiled.

He smiled softly back at her and together they got out to bring the food inside.

Yup, I'm going to Hell.

"He was so pissed off when a touched her, you should have seen it." Damon laughed, as he and Klaus walked to the Boarding house.

"I can imagine. Think of how he will react when he finds out you and her had sex."

"I told you this, we didn't have sex." Damon rolled his eyes as he sucked in the smoke from his cigarette.

"So you mean to tell me that you two aren't ever going to do it then?" He snorted.

I hope not.

"I didn't say that."

"Because I do remember you saying it was just a matter of time until you had her, no?"

Truth was he wanted to have sex with her. He wanted to bad, ever since the first time he laid eyes on her. What guy wouldn't? But seeing more of her lately, made him want to get to know her¸ not just her body. (Although he wouldn't mind getting to know that a little bit more.) By the look in her eyes he could see she was innocent, yet wild. Deep down he knew she wasn't ready for them to have sex. Although he doesn't know if she's a virgin or not, he just knows she's not ready for him yet. He only hoped she wanted to, too. He's actually taking a chance with her, and wants her to be ready. But he would never, ever, not in a million fucking years admit that to Klaus.

Man, what the fuck is happening to me? This shit isn't normal.

"Whatever, Man." Damon shrugged.

"Your life is turning into just one big soap opera, eh mate?" Klaus nudged him.

"The fact that you know what a soap opera is surprises me, you pussy."

"Shut the fuck up, dick." Klaus chuckled. "What are we doing now?" He asked as they walked up to the house.

"Call Brady and the rest of the guys. Let's discuss this Lockwood Party."

Oh yes, Damon wasn't even close to being finished with Mason Lockwood

Well that turned out to be horrible, Elena thought as she walked into her bedroom. She will never forget her father's face when looking at Damon. She's never in her seventeen years of life ever seen a look of pure disgust on her dad's features. He's never looked so revolted before. They looked as if they were going to murder each other if they weren't surrounded by other people. It made her all the more curious about his and Damon's history together. What happened between them? She questioned. What happened that made them despise each other? Was it the killings?

She cringed at the thought of Damon killing those people. It irked her, of course it would. Now that she felt sorry for, but she chose to be more selfish. Besides, what if Caroline was right? Nobody knows for sure if he murdered those people. Yes he went to jail, but he didn't ever confess to them right?

But he didn't deny them either.

What have you got yourself into? She felt guilty for not feeling guilty about "being with" Damon. Once she let herself go and feel, she dropped all her worries about anything else.

Except her father, that's for damn sure.

She collapsed on her bed. There's got to be more between them. Something deeper, darker. More curiosity running through her head. She was about to kill herself with more thinking, but then her phone rang and Caroline's number popped up.

"Hey Care," Elena sighed into the phone.

"Hey Ele—ooh why are you so down today?"

"Nothing, no reason. What's up?"

"Um Hello? The Lockwood party is tomorrow you know what that means don't you?"

"Uhh," She replied confused.

"Shopping, 'Lena! Me, you and Bonnie have to look good for tomorrow!" Caroline squealed.

"Care, I'm probably just going to wear something from my closet." Elena sighed.

"Nuh uh, No way. We're going to be the best one's there, and we'll spend all day at the mall if we have to, to find the perfect outfit." She demanded.

"Why? Why do we have to be perfect?"

"Because we just do, okay! Now be ready in five, we're almost at your house."

"Care—"

"Oh, and our conversation from last night wasn't over; and make sure to tell me what happened after dinner to with you know who." Elena could tell Caroline was grinning as she said that.

Before she could respond, Caroline hung up.

"Looks like I'm spending my Saturday shopping." She mumbled to herself.

Don't worry, Her subconscious assured her. You have to look hot for your man.

Where did THAT come from? She practically laughed at herself.

"What has my life turned into?" She quietly murmured, as she walked out her bedroom door.

Okay I'm sorry, I know it's short but it was sort of a filler. I'm sorry for the lack of Delena in this chapter but I had the dream to make up for it. But don't worry; Next chapter is the Lockwood Party. Both Damon and Elena will be going and unfortunately Mason will too so we have some drama to look forward to—AS WELL AS MORE DELENA SCENES. Next chapter should be fun, and if you want it sooner PLEASE REVIEW. Let me know what you guys think, xoxo