Hi everyone, thanks for your reviews and story alerts again. I really appreciate all your efforts to give your feedback. Just my little two cents: The reason I wrote Damon to be so silly/cheeky was because he was so darn happy to finally get Elena all to himself. No brother in sight, no immediate danger, AND she's alive! So he can't help it but be on an emotional high, hence the awkward hug-athon. See if you'll like this chapter….warning: smut ahead!

Chapter 14: Let Me Blow Your Mind

"Please be careful, Jeremy. And don't forget to drink vervain everyday. And don't forget to call - I'll text you my new number when I get there. Oh, and don't take off your ring. And-" Elena was hugging Jeremy tightly in her arms for the past minute and a half, refusing to let go until Damon physically detached her body from him. "Okay, okay, he got all that the first hundred times you told him already. And seriously, you gotta let the kid breathe, I swear he's turning blue!" Damon told her.

"But Jeremy-" she started to say but was interrupted by Damon again, "-will be here in Denver living his life, like you wanted, while you're off travelling the world with me. Stop worrying, geez!" he rolled his eyes at her. "Go on, get in the car, I'll join you shortly," he turned her towards the car and gave her a little push. She glared at him and pouted but obediently walked to the car to wait for him.

"So, Jer, if anybody asks, Elena and I are travelling across Europe for a few months, and then we'll head back to Mystic Falls, okay?" Damon asked. "Yeah, I got it, grandpa! Can't believe you guys won't even tell me where you are really going. I know, the less I know the safer it is for me, yadda yadda yadda…" Jeremy grumbled.

"Well, that is the truth, or at least the Europe part. Then, maybe we'll go to Asia or the North Pole, or something cool like that, who knows. So, my laundry all done?" Damon asked as he rubbed his hands together, eager to get going. Jeremy sighed and threw the bag of clean clothes to him, "There! All done. Will there be anything else, Master?" he said sarcastically.

"No, but I really like being called Master. Wonder if I can get your sister to call me that too?" Damon grinned, wriggling his brows. "Ughh, whatever dude!" Jeremy said with disgust then slammed the door in Damon's face.

"Wow, the Gilberts' have NO sense of humor," he muttered under his breath as he walked to his car.

"I'm never going to see my brother again, am I? I hated lying to him," Elena sighed when Damon pulled out of the curb.

'Never say never, Elena. Chin up! You and I are going to have so much fun on our roadtrip. I'll even let you drive," he said in a tone that suggested he was doing her a huge favor. "I can't believe I let you talk me into selling my car. I happen to love my car, there were a lot of sentimental values to it, and memories," she said.

"Yeah, memories of E-li-jah," he grimaced, "and what sentimental values? You only owned the car for seven days, five of which you spent in a coma."

"Yeah, but it symbolized the end of my old life and the start of a new one. That car was a new beginning, a fresh start. You made me sell off my new beginning!" she argued back.

"Oh unclench, will you? I'll buy you a new one once we get to Vegas. And speaking of fresh start, do I have to call you 'Layna Sommers' now? Is that the name you're going by now?" he enquired.

"Yes it is, so no more referring to me as Elena now. I want to be incognito. What about you? You still gonna be Damon Salvatore?" she asked.

"The one and only! Unless, you want to refer to me as 'Master'? I can pull off a Master, right?" he asked as he checked himself out on the rearview mirror. Elena pretended to think for a moment, "No, but you can pull off a 'Dick' or 'Fluffy' or ahhhhhhhh…stop, stop…." she screamed out and giggled as Damon reached out to tickle her sides. "Come here, you," he reached out his right arm to pull her close to him, his arm around her neck and pressed his lips on her forehead. She sighed happily and wrapped her right arm around him as she settled her head against his neck.

"Mmmmm, this is nice. We haven't had a chance to be alone since…everything happened. You know, the week that we spent ignoring each other after our fight in my room, was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I missed you so much. I missed talking to you, I missed you being sarcastic, I even missed that eye thing that you do. But you were right. You were absolutely right to quit me. I was selfish, I took you for granted. I am like Katherine. And I'm so lucky you're here with me now."

"Hey, I thought we said no digging up the past? That's all over now. New beginnings, remember? But, for what it's worth, I never really quit you, you know that right? And you are so not like Katherine, at all! We were both angry that night, and we both said some things we didn't mean. Let's leave it at that. We're together now, right?" he looked at her and softly kissed her lips.

"I guess I'm just so absurdly happy right now, I can't even handle it. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, like this, us, is too good to be true. I worry that things may not be as simple as it seems," she said.

"But it hasn't been simple, far from it! It took me three years to finally get to be with you. We've been through a lot - numerous deaths, losing families and friends, vampires, werewolf bites, the Originals, even you dying, and you thought that was simple?" he gazed at her incredulously.

"You're right. We deserve to be happy after all that. So, it's you and me, huh? I'm ok with that," she smiled up at him and kissed him again and again, causing the car to swerve to the right a little.

(Twelve hours later)

"Look Damon, there's the Eiffel Tower!" Elena gestured towards the window excitedly. "Can you see it? Look!" she said as tugged on his leather jacket.

"Hey, hey, chill, chill, watch the jacket!" he warned as he slapped her hands away. "Jeez, woman, what's the big deal? The one in Paris is a whole lot bigger," he rolled his eyes.

"Well, excuuuuuse me if I haven't seen either one. You're such a buzzkill, you know that?" she huffed and folded her arms, sulking.

"Alright, alright. You want enthusiasm? We're in Las Vegas, baby, woohoo!" he yelled out the window as he fist bumped the air. "Vivaaaaa Las Vegas, Vivaaaaa, Vivaaaaa Las Vegas," he sang at the top of his lungs, "well, thank you very much," he imitated the King of Rock in a very heavy accent, much to the embarrassment of Elena who tried to slide down lower on her seat to avoid being seen.

"Shhhh, Damon! We are going to live here now, what if people hear you?" she whispered angrily. "What? This is Vegas, baby! Nobody cares! Besides, I sound awesome!" he declared smugly.

"That's it!" she gasped, "I know what will kill Klaus!"

"What?" he asked suspiciously, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. "You, singing that song, in exactly the same tone," she giggled.

He glared at her and pouted, "You know, sometimes, the words you say…they hurt," he sniffed.

"They do? Did I hurt your feelings, Damon?" she asked with mock sympathy. He nodded and stuck his lower lip out. "Aww, how can I make it up to you?" she asked as she slid over the seat and snuggled next to him. A slow grin appeared on his face. He pointed a finger to her, then pointed towards his crotch, and then he did his eye thing.

"Eww, Damon!" she laughed and attempted to slide back over towards the window, only to be pulled back over by him. "Kidding! You wanna make it up to me? Tell me you love me," he said, his expression serious.

She smiled at him sweetly, "I love you, Damon," she said sincerely as he beamed at her, "in spite of your singing…..aaaahhhhhhhh, ha ha ha…okay, uncle! Uncle!" she surrendered when he mercilessly tickled her again.

After a little bit of sightseeing, he drove a little further away from town and pulled up to an apartment complex. "Okay, little girl, home sweet home! Come on!" Damon announced gaily as he indicated to her to leave the car. She gaped at him in shock and slowly got out of the car as he took their bags from the boot. She took his unoccupied hand and followed him into the building. She studied the posh lobby with the double volume ceilings with awe. She had never seen anything so grand in her life. They wordlessly stepped in the elevator and waited for the cabin to go up. The walls of the elevator were made of glass, so Elena gasped out loud as it swiftly made its vertical climb. "Wow," she whispered in reverence as she took in the view of the entire Las Vegas strip, the bright lights flickering like diamonds in the night.

"I take it you approve," he said and smiled at her expression. "Just…..wow!" she exclaimed, unable to think of another word to describe what she was feeling. The elevator slowed to a smooth stop on the twenty-eighth floor, and the glass doors opened to reveal a massive foyer. The walls were made of granite with a large floor-to-ceiling height glass window right at the very end, and in the middle of it all is a water feature made of stone and marble. Damon led her to a set of timber double doors and inserted a key card in the access panel beside it. Then, he keyed in a six digit code on a numeric pad and the doors swung open.

He put down the bags at the entrance and proceeded to swing her up in his arms and carried her bridal style through the doors. "Micasa, Sucasa, Layna," he announced as he took in her reaction. She was looking around the spacious grey-and-white themed living room with her mouth hanging open. "So, what do you think?" he asked, already knowing that she loved it.

"Wow," she breathed out again. "Okay, for a high school student, your vocabulary is extremely limited," he teased as he set her down on the grey sofa. She looked unsure for a second, and then asked, "Can I-?"

He rolled his eyes, "Yes, go look around, I know you are dying to." She squealed excitedly and ran around the apartment, exclaiming in wonder everytime she saw something. "Woah, the kitchen is huge! The fridge is the size of my wardrobe! Oh, the fireplace looks so cool! Hey, check out this swing! Oh my God, I love the chandelier!" he chuckled at her excitement as she ran to the master bedroom. "Oh my God, the bed is TWICE the size of my bed! Ah, you have a Jacuzzi? And, a sauna? Damon, you have to check out the view from the bedroom, it's amazing! Seriously? You have a garden on your balcony? Hey, can we get a dog? Where does this go…WHAT THE? You have a walk-in wardrobe? It's even bigger than my bedroom! Damon, you don't seriously own this place, do you?" she asked as she poked her head out of the bedroom to look at him.

He nodded and sighed, "Yes, I'm afraid so. Didn't I tell you that I lived in Vegas for three years?"

Her eyes widened, "No! You did not mention that tasty little detail! So, we're gonna live here? Seriously?"

"Yes," he said slowly, "but not for long. I got us another house, or rather I got you another house," he said as he grinned cheekily.

"Get out! You didn't!" she gasped as she jumped on the sofa beside him. He nodded.

"Why can't we live here? We don't need another house; this is more than I dreamed of!" she said.

"Well, yeah, this place is nice and all, but it's more like a bachelor pad. It's all steel, glass, stone, aluminum, you know, very cold and impersonal. I imagined we'd live somewhere homier, like a house with a big back yard, a vegetable garden, a garage, timber cabinets, an attic, an antique white dresser, a simple fireplace in the living room where we can curl up in a comfy couch, and a giant golden retriever sleeping on a rug," he smiled as he wrapped her in his arms. "We can organize a barbecue and invite the neighbors, or have a pool party for the kids we'd adopt. Oh yeah we have to have a well-stocked bar in case Ric drops by. And don't forget the little detached apartment over the garage where Jeremy will grow old in."

"You-you think about stuff like that? About our future together?" she stared at him in amazement.

"Well, duh. I've had the last three years to think about it. I don't just want you, I want to build a life with you. Including the annoying little brother of yours who will refuse to move out," he rolled his eyes yet again.

"Well, it sounds….perfect. It's exactly what I want. You, are what I want," she said softly as she leaned in and gave him the sweetest kiss ever. He deepened the kiss and pulled her on top of him but she resisted. "Damon, I need a shower!" she said as she pushed herself off of him. "That is the BEST idea you've had all day," he grinned wickedly as he started to unbutton his shirt and approached her menacingly.

"Alone!" she giggled and ran to grab her backpack and into the master bathroom, locking the door behind her. He groaned and closed his eyes, "The little tease! What does a vampire have to do to get laid around here?" he muttered. He grabbed his own luggage and proceeded into the common bathroom reluctantly.

Thirty minutes later, Elena emerged barefoot from the bedroom in a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top, fresh from her relaxing shower and blow-dried hair. She tiptoed to the kitchen to find Damon in his favorite black t-shirt and low-slung grey sweat pants. He was serving some food out on plates and laying them on the long kitchen island.

"Hey, you look delicious," he said when he caught sight of her, "I thought you might be hungry. It's nothing fancy, just some Chinese take-out. I need to get my fridge stocked if we're cooking. Come, sit!" he pointed to the bar stool opposite his own.

"I'm starving! Thanks for this, it smells great," she said as she climbed on the seat. They ate in companionable silence until her bracelet caught his eye. "Hey, where'd you get that little trinket? How come I've never seen you wear it before?"

"What, this? It's just something I had lying around and never got to wear," she deflected, not wanting to bring up Elijah again if it's not necessary. "Huh," he frowned and wondered why she seemed uncomfortable to talk about it. It's not important, he thought, distracted by her lack of clothes anyway. He loved seeing her like this, relaxed, casual, without any make-up on, just her natural beauty and glowing skin. He made a decision as soon as he saw her in that alluring pjs.

As they finished dinner, she stood up, intending to clear the dishes. His hands shot out to stop her, "Leave them, someone will take care of those in the morning," he said firmly, leading her away from the kitchen to the bedroom.

"But, it's just a few plates, I can clear a few-" she broke off when his mouth swooped down to claim hers, closing the subject. His hands reached up to cup her cheeks and tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She clung to his hands for support as her knees weakened, and then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom without breaking the kiss. He set her down on the floor a foot from the bed, sliding her slowly down his length until her feet landed on the soft carpeted floor. She pressed herself against him, her arms around his neck, giving herself up to the sweet torment of his mouth. She moaned as he slipped his tongue in between her lips and teased hers, encouraging her to open her mouth further. She did.

The kiss then exploded, as they explored each other's mouth, him moving forward, forcing her to back into the edge of the bed and lose her balance. She fell onto the soft mattress, pulling him on top of her. He continued his assault on her mouth until they ran out of breath, and he dragged his mouth from hers to suck on her sensitive earlobe, "I want you," he whispered, then he kissed his way down to her neck and shoulders, nibbling her skin as he went.

A shiver went up her spine and she arched her head back to give him easier access. His hands now made their way down her neck, following the path of his mouth, down her shoulders and arms. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, her scent swirling all around him, making him even harder. His tongue darted out to lick the side of her neck, wetting the skin. His right hand reached for the strap of her tank top and bra, and pulled it roughly aside, baring her shoulders and the top of her breast. He slowly licked his way down her shoulders and sucked the fleshy part of her left breast, making her writhe and moan. His fingers worked their way in the bra cup and crept nearer and nearer to her nipple, and suddenly she let out a loud moan as his fingers flicked the hard bud.

His knees nudged her legs apart as he pressed his raging hard-on to her centre, making her aware of the effect she had on him. He raised his upper body from her and with both hands, ripped her tank top in half, exposing her bra-clad chest. She gasped out when she realized that she's one more step from being topless and blushed to the roots of her hair when she thought about him seeing her like that for the first time. "Damon, I'm-I'm nervous. Can we-can we slow down?" she whispered, her eyes avoiding his.

"Sweetheart, don't. I'm nervous too, but I've waited so long to make you mine, please don't ask me to wait any longer. I need you, Elena. All of you," he told her as his eyes darkened with desire. "I'm-I'm not saying stop, it's just that we never…..I mean you and I, we haven't….I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm a little shy," she admitted. He sighed and rolled off her, "Tell you what, how about I give you a peek at the good stuff?" his eyes sliding down at his swollen member in his pants, "or, I know! I'll give you a striptease," he said as he hurried over to the cd player, inserted a disc and pressed the play button on the remote.

The starting notes of the song "Let Me Blow Your Mind" by Eve played through the built-in speakers. He made his way back to the bed, standing over her and started gyrating his hips sexily. "Damon, what are you doing?" she asked as she giggled at his silliness. "I'm humiliating myself, so that you can feel comfortable," he smirked and proceeded to slowly pull his shirt over his head and threw it on her, which she caught while giggling hysterically.

He thrusted his hips obscenely at her and sang along to the words:

'And if I had to give you more, It's only been a year
Now I got my foot through the door, And I aint goin nowhere
It took awhile to get me in, And I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good shit in your ear, Now let me blow ya mind'

By the time the chorus ended, he had removed his pants and only had on his boxers. His left hand caressed his thigh and he had the index finger of his right hand in his mouth while he gave her a come-hither look. He leaned down to straddle her legs as he gave her a lap dance while gyrating his hips, his bulge straining against his boxers, making her eyes glaze with desire. Still half laughing, she feasted her eyes on his smooth chest, the muscles rippling as he continued to dance. Her eyes drifted down to his flat abdomen, the vee shape disappearing into the boxers. Her mouth went dry as she felt her wetness flow out of her, soaking her panties.

His eyes immediately met hers as he smelled her arousal, and all thoughts of nervousness flew out the window as she grabbed his face down to hers, kissing him hungrily. Her hands caressed him everywhere, his broad shoulders, his lower back, her right hand delving under his boxers to grab his buttocks. He groaned and rolled them over so that she was on top, straddling him, and he quickly unsnapped her bra and threw it across the room. He ran his palms across the sides of her breasts, pressing them together to create a deep cleavage, and he buried his face in between her breasts, licking up and down the sides. Her nipples hardened further as he took an entire nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, making her scream out in pleasure and pain.

She buried her fingers in his hair, pressing his head closer to her aching breasts, never experiencing such wonderful feelings before. "Please Damon, I need you," she pleaded, her body screaming for release.

He sat up, hugging her waist briefly as he turned them around again, with her lying on her back. He pushed his boxers down his legs and kicked it off, providing her with an unobstructed view of him, in all his glory. Her mouth dropped open at the sight. She had seen him naked before, when she dropped by his room at the boarding house, and he had surprised her after his shower by greeting her without bothering to put any clothes on, but he wasn't aroused then. He was very aroused now. She bit her lower lip in anticipation, feeling excited but terrified. By now, he had also removed her wet shorts and panties, tearing them away from her, her intoxicating scent wash over him on waves.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I can't….wait," he groaned out as his index finger reached out to stroke her nether lips, finding her wet and slippery. She gasped as she felt the soft touch on her heated core, and the next moment he positioned himself at her entrance. He leaned down to claim her lips as he slid inside fully, letting her tightness and warmth surround him. She felt amazing around him, as if they were tailor-made for each other. It felt so right and natural, the way her inner muscles gripped and fitted around him snugly. They both moaned out loud as he withdrew and entered her again, this time going even deeper if it was possible. Her thighs started to shake as her inner muscles contracted, squeezing him mercilessly, almost pushing him over the edge. He held still as she came all around him, not daring to move a muscle until she recovered. He was so close to following her over, barely hanging on by a thread, but he needed to last a bit longer. He pulled away from her mouth, allowing her to breathe properly as her chest heaved from the exertion.

He was on his knees in front of her, hooking her long legs around his shoulders, and pulling her hips closer to his. With a grunt, he thrust into her again and again, hearing her scream out his name, pulling out all the way and quickly plunging himself in her again, refusing to let up until she exploded once more, this time with her whole body quivering, her back arched off the bed and her mouth open in a silent scream. He allowed his finger to locate her sensitive bud at the apex of her thighs as he pushed into her one last time, her whole body lurched as her orgasm continued in endless waves, milking him as he finally allowed his own release deep inside her. Sated, he collapsed against her and he twisted them around until they were lying on their sides, her body still shuddering from aftershocks. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck as he whispered softly to her "I love you". She sighed deeply and mumbled as she drifted off to sleep in exhaustion.

(2017 miles away, in Michigan)

He gripped the glass in his hand so tightly that it shattered, as he felt the waves of intense pleasure wash over him. For the last fifteen minutes, his emotions were all over the place; one second he was aroused, the next he felt like bursting out in laughter, and then all of a sudden, back to arousal and finally, a deep sense of euphoria.

The sound of footsteps approached him, and then a voice, "I warned you of this happening, but you insisted to do the spell anyway. It will only get stronger as time goes by. Soon, it will overcome your own feelings. You'll only have yourself to blame," she said sternly.

"I told you I had to. It's the only way I'll know for sure. Witch, you should pack, tomorrow we'll leave for Mystic Falls. Remember the plan," he reminded.

"I remember. Why do you want to help them anyway?"

"Because otherwise, she'll die."

Well, what do you think? Long chapter, check. Humor, check. Smut, double check. Mystery, check. So who do you think is the mystery guy? Care to make a wild guess what they're referring to? I made it quite obvious…..although I don't think you'll ever guess who the witch is.

I tried to write the smut without excessive language in it. And less errr..sound effects. Oh if you want, you can play the song "Let Me Blow Your Mind" by Eve on youtube while you read the part about Damon's striptease, I promise you, it will enhance the reading experience. Let me know if you did that, though. Hope you liked it.

Like it, love it, hate it, just review it! Muchos Gracias!