"I wanna give you something better. Better than you've ever had." Kiwi, Maroon 5

Ch. 14

Damon awoke the next day hating himself. He knew Alaric would be back today, and it would be up to him to explain that they now had two Gilberts instead of one. Figuring this was going to be a long day he went through his morning routine at a sluggish pace. He took his time in the shower washing his hair, and licking his proverbial wounds. He cursed himself silently for failing to take a shower without his mind thinking of her.

Elena…

Memories of their stolen moment at The Falls were all that filled his mind. Her playfulness, and the easiness of their smiles was all he could think about. Their shared kisses, and her throaty moans seem to mock him, echoing in the silence around him.

Yesterday had been a rollercoaster of events, and he was unprepared to say the least of seeing her and her brother in a few short minutes. He exhaled in frustration against the shower wall. How was he supposed to even think straight around Elena when all he could remember where her legs wrapped around his waist?

Shutting off the shower he grabbed for a towel in earnest. Seeking to dry off quickly and get dressed so he could get this day over and done with. He rummaged through his drawers pulling out a black button up, and shrugging on some dark jeans. He slipped on his shoes and made his way downstairs, ready to go. He stopped at the door to stare again at the manila envelope taunting him.

Damon had come home last night to Stefan's summons for a court hearing on his front porch. The envelope, he'd assumed had been dropped off earlier while he'd been otherwise occupied with Elena. Knowing exactly what that envelope entailed didn't exactly set him off in the right mood, and he'd spent most of the night drowning his sorrows with a bottle of bourbon, and thoughts of Elena. Now, seeing the damned thing again, he had to go to work angry. Which was something he knew he did not want to be on a day like today. He left it there slamming the door behind him. He locked up and headed for his car, as his phone rang in his back pocket. He winced knowing it had to be Rick. He pulled his phone out and answered it while starting his car.

"What?" he puffed out.

"Damon, its Rick. I just got back into The Grill, and looked over the interview. Looks like Elena will be a good hire after all. Can she start today?"

Damon rolled down the road answering in his best business tone, "Yes, I told her to come in for work today at 10. I know we need to start training as soon as possible."

"Great, helps me out a lot bud, I appreciate it."

"Sure thing, and Rick?" he asked, knowing he needed to tell him about Jeremy.

"Jeremy offered to come back. I know his track record is spotty but I could really use the extra hands," Damon said nearing the town square.

"Are you sure you want to do that Damon? I thought you were pretty set on having him out of your hair."

"Leave my hair out of it. It's a business transaction nothing more. We need more employees it's as simple as that."

"Alright, sounds good I'll put in his payroll paperwork again. You on your way in?"

"I just got here boss, see you in a bit."

Damon said putting the breaks on Old Faithful. He put her in park, and glanced up taking in a breath.

Across the way he saw Elena and Jeremy getting out of their black SUV. From the looks of it Jeremy had driven, which surprised him. He knew Jeremy was the younger one of the two, and he wondered if Elena's emotions had any reason for avoiding the drive. He couldn't help but study her demeanor as she walked towards the Grill. Her eyes glistening with emotion as her feet stamped the ground with determination.

He got out of his car with a smirk, racing to beat them to the door.

"Well hello little Miss I'm on a mission." He said, startling her to look up into his piercing blue eyes.

Her breath caught at the sight of him. Today he'd chosen to dress for work in a button up black shirt, and dark wash jeans, with matching boots. She assumed this was his normal attire, and she caught herself smiling remembering the night they first met.

"Hello Damon." She said as he grabbed for the door and let them in.

"Beauty first," he said with a wink. Elena's cheeks flushed pink while Jeremy rolled his eyes and entered into the Grill.

Elena took in the atmosphere before her. The space, she decided almost looked abandoned in the mornings. With the chairs up, floors cleared, and everything cleaned it reminded her of a ghost town. The only sounds she could hear were coming from the back where the Chef's were beginning their early baking. Elena also began to notice other workers doing odd jobs around the restaurant. Matt Donovan, one of the many, stood off into the distance refilling salt and peppershakers. Seeing Elena he gave her his best welcoming smile. She shrugged and smiled back, feeling both nervous and weak. She didn't know what this day would hold but something told her she needed to be ready for anything.

Both Gilberts stilled as they saw Alaric Saltzman coming towards them.

"Hey guys, heard you two were here to help me out." came Alaric's voice. At the sight of her new boss, Elena tried to stifle a laugh as she took in his appearance. He seemed to have soaked up too many rays of sun at the beach. His skin was now a flaming hot red. She could tell he'd tried to cover his skin as much as possible with a long sleeved cotton shirt, but she could still make out red marks covering the back of his neck.

"Ouch, Rick what happened to you?" Damon said from behind them. Elena blushed at the feeling of his body behind hers.

"I fell asleep in the sun ok? It could happen to anyone." Rick spat towards Damon.

"But it didn't happen to just anyone…it happened to you." Damon said looking at him with humor in his eyes.

"Yeah ok Mr. 'I'll just have one drink behind the bar', until I find you passed out in the back with the bottle." Rick shot back taking a step towards Damon.

"Hey, that was one time!" Damon retorted in defense glancing at Elena and seeing her bemused expression.

"That was last week."

Jeremy cleared his throat sensing that this could be a long conversation, and he knew Elena needed to get started.

"Right we have work to do. Jeremy I'll need you to come with me so we can fill out some paper work. Elena, Damon will show you the ropes." Rick said taking Jeremy to the back office leaving Damon and Elena alone.

"Well, that's just great. Guess I'm on Elena patrol." Damon said turning towards her.

Elena's heart skipped a beat as his eyes raked over her. She could've sworn she heard him stifle a moan as his eyes grazed across her body.

Damon was done for. Looking at Elena he had decided then and there that she made a uniform for the Grill look sinfully good. Her black jeans were practically painted on, and her navy tee clung to all the right curves. He couldn't stop his eyes from glancing to her lips, and he automatically licked his own imagining her kiss and, remembering her soft caress against his skin.

"Damon," she said holding his blue gaze.

"Uh huh." He said like a dumb struck fool.

"Don't you need me to do something for you?"

God yes. Damon thought darkly, although he knew what her true meaning was, his body didn't seem to give a damn. He knew she might not want him, but he was more than prepared to prove her wrong, and right now he had the perfect distraction.

"Yes, follow me." He said leading her towards the back of the restaurant.

Elena followed Damon through two metal doors and took in the back kitchen. To her right was were the windows for orders were, and where the main chef prepared the food. To the left was the washroom and storage space for plates and cutlery. Stoves and grills burned with heat and an enticing aroma filled the air.

"This is where the magic happens." Damon declared, turning around to look at Elena.

"Burgers and other entrees are made over here," he gestured to the side where food was being prepared. "And over here is where we clean up. Dishwashers here are generally the staff, unless we are using this bad boy." He said leading her to the other half of the room where she could see the machine he was pointing to.

"This is the industrial dishwasher, and its used for the plates, and silverware."

"Ok sounds easy enough to remember." Elena said.

"Now the important thing to know though is you need to stack the trays with plates, and then slide them in between the machine. You only pull down on the handle until it beeps and then bring it back up. If you don't the machine like many things…can get…overheated." He said coming up behind her and bringing her arm up to grasp the handle above their heads.

"Follow my lead." He said into her ear, and Elena couldn't stop the chill from going across her body.

Damon grabbed the bar, holding Elena's hand under his and had them pull down together. Steam enveloped them for a moment, causing a heated sensation to pass over them. Elena could've sworn she felt Damon inhale her scent as she leaned back into him. Both of them sighed, feeling a magnetic pull to be together.

A moment later the machine was beeping and bringing both of them out of their heated thoughts. Damon took control, pulling the bar back up over their heads, and telling Elena, "Now when you open it you have to slide out what's ever inside, to make room for more."

Elena gulped, knowing that he was discussing the washing machine but thinking of something else entirely.

"Alright, I got it. You said that the staff is supposed to wash dishes? Where would I be doing that?"

"Over here." said Damon leading her to a large washbasin next to the drying plates, and silverware. "Normally we use this center to wash the bigger stuff like pots and pans by hand. So if something is too large to go into the machine we wash it here." Damon said leaning against the sink casually waiting for her response.

"Seems simple enough." She said.

"Alright then you'll need some gloves, and one of these," he said as she watched him take a sponge and pour dish liquid over it. She knew he wasn't trying to be erotic, but the sight of Damon with suds on his hands had caused her panties to go wet with desire.

"Come over here a minute," he said handing her the sponge. "Now its tradition at The Grill for your first job to be in the washroom. Lame I know but think of it as your initiation into the Grill club." He said smirking and handing her a large baking sheet. Elena took the metal pan and placed it into the basin. She slid the yellow gloves on, and turned on the water. Then she began to scrub the brown residue off of the pan. Watching her, Damon decided he couldn't wait any longer. He quietly slid up behind her, and grasped her waist. He molded his body to hers and tried to fight the idea that sprung into his head about a missing puzzle piece.

Feeling Damon behind her, Elena's hands dropped the pan. It fell with a clang into the sink, as she felt his breath graze her ear.

"No don't stop," he said gruffly into her ear, and Elena shakily went to pick up the pan in the sink. "You're going to wash the pan, and I'm going to be standing right here to observe you." He said into her ear. Elena's core throbbed as she felt his growing erection on her backside. His proximity alone had her aching to touch him, and she hated having to have her hands occupied with something else.

"I know you want me Elena…" Damon said huskily whispering in her ear, "I want you too. You can't fight it. I know you feel it...this desire we have between us." He said as she felt his right hand dip down towards her center. "I'm going to prove it."

Elena couldn't believe this was happening, and looked up to make sure no one was around. "Don't worry we have privacy," he said sliding his fingers across her smooth skin and going under the barrier of her black pants. His fingers dipped lower still until he found the bottom of her moist undies. He smirked knowing he'd affected her, and taking pleasure in the feeling of her under his hand. His lips grazed the base of her throat and he sucked on her sensitive flesh. She practically came apart in his hands.

"Oh Damon…" she groaned almost dropping the pan again.

"Keep washing," he commanded while his hand continued its path down her pants. He was pleasantly surprised to discover that she had worn some very thin lacy panties today. He yearned to see them, but knew that in this position he was only after one thing. He pushed the fabric aside feeling her slick wet folds. Her body arching back towards his throbbing manhood, and he breathed out,

"God, you're so wet for me Elena."

Elena's head bobbed up and down answering him, as she struggled to find words. The feeling of his skin on hers was almost too much for her to bear.

"I love feeling you…. Elena…I need you to show me how much you want me,"

"I want you Damon. Please," she said practically begging for him to touch her where she needed it most.

Knowing what she wanted, he slid his fingers across her warm sensitive flesh and found her trembling bundle of nerves. His thumb rubbed across it as his fingers went lower finding her entrance.

"Tell me what you want me to do." he said huskily breathing in her scent.

Elena moaned in frustration, he really wanted her to say it? Blushing she answered softly, "I need you inside me."

Damon smiled as he slowly inserted a finger inside of her and felt her walls contract around him. "Damn, you're so tight baby," he said in wonder as Elena lost control and the pan fell again inside the sink. Her hands clutched the sides of the basin as waves of pleasure washed over her. Damon disregarded the pan and began grinding against her backside, his pants throbbing with need behind her, and she soon found her hips meeting against his with ease. Pleasure shot through Elena from below and she moaned loving how he was making her feel. Damon needed her but he also knew he wanted to make her scream his name, just once, to change her mind.

"Tell me what this reminds you of…" He said, curling his finger inside of her and finding her sweet spot. Elena bit her lip to suppress her moans of pleasure.

"Elena? Does it make you remember me inside you?" he asked while a small moan escaped her lips, her center throbbing for release, "Remember how I filled you to the brink? How I thrusted in and out of that sweet wet cunt?" He said while moving another finger in and sliding it in an out of her while his thumb stroked her clit. "Does it Elena? I can feel you shaking underneath me. I know you want more…ask me for more…" He demanded drawing her ear lobe in between his teeth as her hips jerked back and forth for release. It was so hot, hearing him say these things in her ear. She knew she wanted him, and needed him now. It didn't matter to her that she was at work, or that anyone could come in at any moment, her only thought was Damon.

Without warning Elena turned her body around so that she removed Damon's hand from her. She faced him and their eyes met. She gasped as she took in his smoldering stare and wound their bodies together curling her leg around his so that it anchored his body to hers. Her hands grasped his head to pull him forward as she claimed his soft lips with her own, and ran her gloved fingers through his soft hair. She smiled as she heard a moan escape his throat. Fighting for release, Elena ground her hips up to his and felt Damon's strong hands lifting her up to rest on the edge of the basin behind her. The new position had her center lined up with Damon's erection, and Elena thrusted against his hips as she neared her climax. Damon's lips continued to move over hers as he slid his tongue inside her mouth, and Elena came undone.

"Say my name..." he said removing his lips from hers and resting his forehead against her, while feeling her body convulse in pleasure.

"Damon…" she breathed out as she came back to earth.

He smiled and kissed her one last time, feeling triumph in knowing he had been the one to make her come apart.

"Oh shit. I know I'm not seeing this right now."

Came a voice behind them, and they both tore their lips apart to see Alaric Saltzman, and boy did he look pissed.

******Note

Uh oh...guess someone found them tangled up in the suds...but it was so much fun writing! Please continue to comment/review on my stories it completely makes my day.

I hope you're enjoying the horny delena show...I know this was mainly smut, but that's kinda what has to come first before the explosion right? Anyways thanks for reading and I hope I can post again soon. Thanks!