N: Hello there kind people. First I wanted to thank everyone for the continued support. Each and every one of your reviews feels like a delicious cupcake.

Now, about last chapter. What happened last chapter happened for two main reasons and several minor ones. Damon just confessed his love to Elena. I don't know when was the last time anyone confessed their love for someone for the first time, but it makes you feel closer to the other person. Damon is not a saint nor made of stone. He responded to Elena because he loves her and lusts for her. Elena went through a shock when Damon left and another one when she saw his compelled confession. She is an overwhelmed teenager. She has been attracted to Damon for a while now, but suppressed her feelings. When he left he put her face to face with her need for him. A need she doesn't yet understand because she still doesn't allow herself to admit how she feels towards Damon.

That being said, hope you are still enjoying the story and will like and review this chapter.

Some Things Cannot be Ignored

In the morning, we were both acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened last night. Or at least we were both trying, but every time we were looking at each other we were reliving that moment. And every time we were touching it was, electric. Part of me felt like last night had been a dream. I had trouble believing I behaved the way I did. I might've catalogued last night as a dream if not for the few small red spots on my neck from Damon's fevered kisses or the little scratches where I dug my nails into my pals. Not to mention my entire body was tingling. Just looking at Damon made all the blood in my body rush to the surface. Which I knew it was something he noticed. He let out a low kind of growl each time he caught me looking.

One would think that an orgasm would diminish the desire. One would be wrong. It seemed that whatever Damon did to me last night only made it worse. He managed to awaken a hunger inside me I never would've guessed existed. The sensations had been so intense. Overwhelming at times, yet addictive. He had given me only a taste and I was starving for more. (Hi, my name is Elena and I am a Damon-holic)

I was checking for the second time to see if we forgot something, when he yelled at me. Frustration and impatience noticeable in every word. "Can we go now?" he practically yelled. "If you forget something, I promise you I will buy you a new one," he went on.

I didn't say anything for fear of making it worse. I just took my bag from the bed and followed him outside. In less than five minutes, we were on the road once again. A song that I liked came on the radio and I starched my hand to turn up the volume. I think he wanted to do the same thing, because our hands met on the volume button. He pulled his away so fast it had been a blur.

"Can you just let me control the volume?" he asked, not giving me enough time to answer before he went on. "I'm the one who's driving after all." He said to me.

"What's with you today? Why do you keep yelling at me?" I asked.

The next thing I knew, he pressed the brakes hard enough to make me go back and forward in my seat. He maneuvered the car on the right side of the road. The car came to a full stop and he turned towards me. "Do you really want to know why I have been yelling at you?" He asked, facing me. He grabbed my hand and pressed it between his legs. My eyes opened wide in surprise. He was so full, so hard, I was amazed his pants were still holding him inside. Not too long ago, the gesture would've outraged me. Not this time though. Feeling his hard shaft through his pants made my stomach twist, my skin tingle and my mouth water. The things I wanted to do to him in that moment were things I had never done before. Things I had never thought of doing until now. I wanted to take it in my hand. Stroke it, lick it, taste it, suck it, ride it. The pressure of the chair beneath me suddenly felt sinfully good against my heated core. I was so wet, I had half a thought to look down and see if it was noticeable.

I had no idea what was happening to me. It was as if there had been a locked box of feelings inside of me and it just burst open, letting everything out.

"I've been like this since last night. Since I got in bed beside you and you pushed your tiny body into mine. Since you moved your hips in the rhythm of my hand. Since you screamed my name when you came all over my fingers. I tried. God knows that no matter how hard I tried, I can't get that sound out of my head. It's like a song that's stuck on replay. Every time I look at you, I want you underneath me, naked and wet, ready for me. I want your hands all over my body, touching, feeling, and scratching. I want your warm lips over mine, your tongue in my mouth. Fuck, I want to hear you make those amazing sounds deep in your throat. I want you screaming my name, again and again, as I take you closer and closer towards the edge of your release. I want nothing more than to be inside you. Moving deeper every time you moan."

What the hell was I supposed to say? (Yes please!) What I wanted to say was: 'take me!' I wanted to ask, no, beg. I wanted to beg for him to do just that. Pin me underneath him and make me scream in pleasure.

"Christ, Elena!" he passed his hand through his hair. "The fact that I can smell how turned on you are right now does not help!" he practically yelled.

Ok, it was official, I was going to lose it. I swallowed with difficulty and in a voice that I didn't recognized as mine, I asked him: "And what's stopping you?" I knew I was playing with fire, but I didn't care. Let it burn. Let it burn me until there is nothing left.

"What's stopping me?" he repeated the question. "How about the fact that if I start, I might not be able to stop even if you want me to?" I didn't say anything, I simply stared at him. It was all I could do. He looked every bit the predator he was. His irises were an impossible shade of blue-gray. As if the morning, cloudy sky had frozen. His pupils where misshapen, almost slits. There was an aura of power that even I could feel. Raw and wild. And God help me, exciting.

I realized that my hand was still between his legs and I immediately pulled it back as if it burned. I looked away from him and bit my lip. I would've ran if that would've been an option. But it wasn't. So I just shifted in my sit, positioning myself as far away from him as I could. I had to so I won't tell him to take me and make me his right now, right here in the middle of nowhere, in the back sit of his car.

Damon drove the rest of the way like we were being chased by the devil himself and I didn't have the courage to tell him to slow down. We got in front of the house with the number in the note in an hour and thirty-five minutes. We got out of the car and I knocked on at the door. An old lady opened the door, and smiled at us.

"You poor children, you got lost didn't you? And now you're late. Oh my."

Lost? What was she talking about? Was she expecting us? At this point, given what I knew about the supernatural world, nothing would've surprised me.

"We're looking for Lucy, is she here?" Damon asked.

"Of course not, she's there already. You should get ready if you want to get there in time. It's not polite to be late to a wedding."

I looked at Damon, and he looked at me, both confused.

"Well, you see, we forgot our invitations at home and we don't know the location," Damon said.

"No problem, I'll write it down for you, dear." She wrote something on a piece of paper and gave it to us.

"Thank you, I said," and we got in the car.

Damon looked at me and said: "We're crushing a wedding. We need more appropriate clothes first."

***DE***

We got into a clothing store and Damon picked up a falu red dress and handed it to me. It was a silk, strapless dress, corseted bust, a zip fastening running down the back, classic and beautiful. I put it on, along with a pair of silver heels and got out from the changing room. Damon's eyes popped out and his jaw dropped when he saw me. I smiled weakly, and went in front of a mirror. I had a similar reaction; the dress looked perfect on me.

Three hours later, we were getting out from Damon's car in front of the restaurant where the wedding was taking place. We got inside and every person in the room stopped, turned and looked at us.

"People are staring," I said to Damon.

"Because every single girl in this room wants to kill you and take your place. Even the bride. And, well, you don't look too bad yourself." (Damon, this is Modesty, you two should meet)

I wanted to tell him it was not healthy to compliment yourself, but he was right. I felt all the envious looks on me. The classic look was definitely working for him; he looked like a Greek God. He looked at me with his sparkly blue eyes and I practically melted under his gaze. I was sure we both had a flashback from last night. I caught our reflection in a mirror as we advanced. We looked like the ultimate Hollywood couple.

"If I weren't a big bad vampire, I would've been worried some guy will steal you away from me."

"If that's your way of complimenting me, than thank you."

"Come on Elena, you don't need me to tell you how beautiful you look, you know you would've taken my breath away if I had one."

I didn't know if it was the way he said it or the way he was looking at me, but I was speechless. My body heated up to the point where I was sure I must've emanated heat.

"What are you guys doing here?" Lucy asked surprised.

"Bonnie needs your help. Actually, I need your help." I answered.

"Did Katherine get out?" Lucy asked.

"No, but she will."

"What do you mean she will?"

"That's why we're here. We need your help to take down the shield."

"Why would you want that?" she asked surprised.

"Because my…" what the hell was Stefan to me now? Was he simply my ex-boyfriend? Was he still something more than a friend? Maybe for the time being he should be simply my boyfriend, since anything less might discourage Lucy from helping. "Boyfriend got stuck in there too when he got the moonstone out. Bonnie's not strong enough to do it herself, so she suggested we ask for your help."

"But we had no idea how to get in touch with you and we asked Katherine," Damon continued.

"And she asked for her freedom in exchange for the information. Sounds just like Katherine. Look, she won't dare to come after my family, but I'm sure she will make you pay for putting her in that tomb. I know Katherine, she reacts badly when she doesn't get her way."

"The originals found out about me being alive. I'm sure they're on their way to town and I don't think she'll want to be there."

"Don't underestimate her!"

"It's a risk we're willing to take," I said.

"Ok, I'll go with you and help you, but we have to leave tomorrow. I can't leave from my sister's wedding, she'll kill me."

I smiled, and told her it will not be no problem.

"Well, since you guys are stuck here, might as well enjoy it." She said, and walked us to a table.

"Amazing dress by the way," she said to me.

"Thanks. He chose it," I said looking at Damon.

After a few minutes, Damon got up and said: "Would you give me the honor of this dance, Miss. Gilbert?"

"It will be my pleasure Mr. Salvatore," I said and placed my hand in his outstretched one.

He put a hand on my waist, and led me to the dance floor, he twirled me two times, and then he put his hand on my lower back and pulled me closer to him. I put my hand on his chest, and he covered it with his. My cleavage was pressed against his chest, making my breasts pop out of the dress.

"So, that's why you chose this dress."

"I chose this dress, because it was definitely made for you, and I knew you would look stunning in it. The fact that I can feel every part of your body right now it's just a bonus," he said smiling. Damn he did that so well.

We were moving together so perfectly, like we've already done this a million times before, so close together, it felt like we were one. It felt…perfect. After a few more songs, I gently pulled back from his embrace and got back to the table. I called Bonnie, to fill her in on the situation. A few hours later, Lucy came to our table, holding something tight in her hand.

"Since, I'm keeping you guys here you can stay at my grandma's house. She doesn't have many rooms, so you'll have to share one. Don't worry, there are two beds. Oh, and, my grandma is kind of old fashion, so she needs to think you guys are married," she said and handed us a pair of wedding rings.

"They're made of plastic, and painted gold, but my old girl won't be able to notice the difference."

I took the ring from her hand, and placed it on my finger. Damon did the same with his, and then he took my hand into his.

"Hello wifey," he said and gave me his signature smirk.

My heart almost jumped from my chest and my knees got weak. Boy was I in trouble!