I know, I know, FINALLY! Right? Haha. It's been what? Five months? Oh god. I really am sorry about not updating this in so long. But here it is! This is really short so sorry again lololol. But I didn't want to rush into everything in one chapter.


It couldn't possibly have been just that easy right? How could she fall back into him so quickly? How could he welcome her with open arms like this so easily? All was forgiven, it seemed. Things were going back to the way they were… Actually, they were much better than the way they were. Before, there were problems that were coming between them. Before, they hadn't admitted their feelings. But it was different now. They both wanted the same thing now. They were both on the same page.

It was perfect. Elena couldn't ask for anything more. Well, besides them not being in a teacher/student relationship but besides that detail it really was amazing. When in each others' homes, they acted like a couple. They acted like they belonged together and to be honest, that's what it felt like. Elena couldn't imagine a time when she was happier than when she was with Damon for the past few weeks. With the way things were going, she was a little worried that something bad would happen. Was it possible for something to ever go so well for her?

"Hey, I have a surprise for you." Damon said huskily into the phone when Elena answered it.

Immediately, a smile radiated across her face as she answered. "Do you now?" She answered seductively. It was kind of a game for them, talking in such a tone when on the phone. It often led to much more explicit things. "What kind of surprise?"

"Now if I told you, would it be a surprise?" He chuckled. So he was serious about the surprise thing, then. It wasn't a new roleplay sex surprise, it was an actual surprise. Elena was definitely curious now. "Come on, you know I don't like surprises." She whined, pouting as if he was standing right in front of her.

"It's not a bad surprise. Just be at my place in an hour." And before Elena could protest, he hung up. What the hell was she supposed to wear? She had no idea what he meant by 'surprise'. Well, if it was at his apartment, then she knew it didn't have to do with them going anywhere. She also knew that he wouldn't mind if she showed up in sweatpants. But she wanted to know what the occasion was so she could dress appropriately for him. No matter how many times he told her she looked beautiful no matter what, Elena wanted to look good for him.

She ended up putting on a simple white dress before heading over to Damon's place.


"So what's the occasion?" Elena asked as she stepped into his apartment with a smile on her face.

"Does there need to be one? Can't I do something special for my girl?" He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to her lips as a greeting. His girl huh? That was the first time he had called her that. He had sensed Elena's hesitation and sobered up a bit. "You are my girl, right?" He asked.

Elena mirrored the grin that was on his face just moments ago and nodded. "Yes, of course I am." So now it was official. She was officially Damon Salvatore's girlfriend. She was dating her professor. Ugh, lord.

"So what's the sur—" Elena began as he took her hand and lead her deeper into the apartment. She was shocked into silence, however, thanks to how different things looked from the last time she was here. The lighting was dim—lit by tall white candles that were all over the place. Roses and their petals were also scattered about. "You're such a cheesy romantic." Elena teased, leaning against him as she admired the area.

He kissed her cheek then released her hand. "I made us dinner."

"If your dinner is half as good as your breakfast is, I can't wait." Elena answered, walking over to the round table in the middle of the room as he gestured her to it. Damon pulled out her chair before she smiled and seated herself, watching as Damon sat in the seat across from her.

"Oh, trust me, Elena. This is better." Damon winked at her.

"This is just… Wow… It's amazing." She still could barely get over everything that he had done. It was so simple yet she was so touched by it.

"I'm glad you think so too." Damon leaned back in his chair and smirked before he suddenly jumped up, remembering that the food in the kitchen was probably finished. "I'll be right back!" He announced.


Dinner was even better than Damon had told her it would be. She was incredibly confused as to why he hadn't chosen the profession of a chef instead of a college professor. It would sure as hell have made their lives easier at this point.

While Damon didn't intentionally call her over for intimacy, they had somehow ended up on the couch in front of the television that played a romance movie which was long forgotten. It had actually started off as a contest of sort. Damon had claimed that he was a far better lover than the man on the screen. Elena being Elena challenged him to that. So he started off with feathered kisses along her shoulder and neck, his hands wandering around her body. His lips had continued to travel up and before they knew it, their lips were locked, their clothes were off and she was lying on top of him.

When the door bell rang, they both were caught off guard. Damon looked a little bit angry, too. "What the hell. I wasn't expecting anyone else." He grunted as Elena slid off of him, taking his shirt and pulling it over her head.

She followed Damon to the door, curious. But who they found on the other side completely shocked them both.

"Dad?" Damon furrowed his brows together, standing in the door way. There was no way he was going to let that man in, especially now of all times.

"Damon…" Giuseppe's blue eyes went from his son to the half naked woman standing beside him. "You must be Elena." He said in a rather sweet voice. Too sweet. One with venom coated underneath.


How does Giuseppe know who Elena is? What does he want? You'll find out ;) Review!