A/N: Yikes! It's been a month and a half! Tbh, I've had half this chapter written for most of that time. I just didn't have time to finish it because of other things. Sorry guys! I wanted to make sure I was putting out good stuff for you. So this is part 2 of the party plus a little something something for my smut lovers out there.

Anyways, happy reading.

Hours later, Caroline nuzzled herself into Stefan's arms a little further. The both of them were cuddled together on the floor of Elena's living room, their half empty beers sitting on her coffee table, and they were well on their way to being very intoxicated. Bonnie had somehow managed to sober herself up, choosing to drink mostly water for the past half hour since she figured she would be the one driving home. Meanwhile, Jeremy had been downing beers like they were his life force. It wasn't often that he was able to let loose with his sister and he was enjoying every moment of it. Enzo and Alaric, true to their usual selves, had taken to shot-gunning beers out on the fire escape every few minutes. All the others could do was laugh at their antics.

Elena looked around her living room, feeling a bit hazy herself from the alcohol. This was her family, her insane band of misfits. She loved them all for everything they had brought into her life. As she stood up from the couch and started to collect empty beer bottles and cans to throw away, Damon stood up as well to steady her balance by placing his hand on her hip. He was the only one who hadn't touched a drop of alcohol and Elena was so proud of him. The Damon from three years ago would have already passed out, broken something, or thrown up everywhere. Maybe all three.

"Lenaaaa," Caroline drew out. "Lorenzo has cleanup duty. Don't do that."

Elena laughed and pointed over to a stumbling Enzo, who had a full beer can in his hand and was headed outside again. "I think Enzo's a little busy right now. Also, you know he hates when you call him Lorenzo."

"I got these, babe." Damon took the empty beers out of her hands and made his way to the kitchen. "Anyone need anything?"

"More beers, brother!" Stefan cheered.

"Got you." Damon nodded. He quickly returned with fresh drinks for everyone, choosing to refill his cup of water while he was in the kitchen.

"Oh I know! Let's play a game!" Caroline clapped her hands in excitement.

"I don't know about that," Elena chewed on her lip nervously. Tonight was going so well. She didn't want anything to ruin that, especially some drunken game.

"Well, I think it'd be fun," Bonnie chimed in, setting down her cup of water and opening the beer Damon had brought her. She turned to Jeremy and they clinked their bottles together. "Bottoms up, babe."

"Guess we're passing out here tonight?" Jeremy smiled at her.

"When in Rome," she replied.

"Awesome! The game is-" Caroline began, but was interrupted as Enzo and Alaric stumbled back inside.

"I do love a good game. What are we playing?" Enzo plopped down on the floor next to Caroline and Stefan.

"Well I was about to explain," Caroline shot back. "The game is I've Never. So we go around the circle and you say something you've never done. If anyone else has done it, they have to take a drink. You're not allowed to ask any details about it though. They don't have to say anything about it, just take a drink as confirmation."

"I always lose this game," Alaric slurred, running his free hand through his hair.

"Well we have new players this time, Ric. Maybe that'll change." Damon smirked at his friend and reached over to pat him on the back.

"I like it, but I have a house rule I want to add," Elena interjected. "For the sake of some great story telling, everyone is allowed one ask for the duration of the game. So you have one time that you can ask someone who drinks for details and they have to answer, but once you've used your one ask up, that's it."

"Deal," they all replied.

"I'll go first," Alaric cleared his throat. "I've never had sex with anyone in this room."

Damon, Elena, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, and Jeremy all take sips from their drinks to no one's surprise.

Enzo shook his head a little. "That was way too easy, mate. Me next I guess?" He rolled his bottom lip between his thumb and index finger like he was deep in thought. "Oh I got it! I've never fucked someone at a concert."

"Like any concert?" Jeremy clarified, his cheeks blushing a little. "Or one of yours?"

"Any concert, little Gilbert. Any concert." Damon added on behalf of Enzo.

Jeremy and Bonnie looked at one another before sheepishly taking a sip of their beer. Stefan and Caroline clinked their bottles together and enthusiastically took a drink. Ric raised his can and mumbled a "damn proud of it" before drinking some.

To Elena's surprise, Damon took a drink of his water. The fact that Elena did not drink as well was not lost on anyone else in the room and it made things just a bit awkward, but Caroline broke the tension by continuing with her turn.

"I've never played an instrument." She chose to try to steer things into more neutral territory for a while, sensing that things may be getting a little uncomfortable.

Damon, Alaric, Enzo, and Jeremy all drank.

"Fucking baby Salvatore can't even play a note," Enzo teased at Stefan.

"You're next, babe." Caroline nudged Stefan a bit to focus him back on the game.

"Okay. You want to play dirty, Enzo?" Stefan sent him sly smile. "We can play dirty. I've never hit on anyone else's girlfriend before." Stefan stared directly at Enzo as he said it, knowing that he had him this time.

"Fucking low, mate. Fucking low." Enzo shook his head as he took a swig of his beer.

"I feel like there's a story here," Jeremy interrupted. "I want to use my ask."

"Ugh, fine. It was an accident! We had just finished playing a concert in Atlanta a year or so ago and we were partying backstage afterwards. I'd had enough whiskey to kill most men and I could barely see straight, and I was looking for something to shag. Stefan had gone back to the bus to go to sleep. Caroline was standing on the other side of the room facing away from me and all I could see was her fucking blonde hair. I thought she was a groupie. I didn't know it was her! Long story short, I grabbed her ass. She set me straight really quick though, trust me. My cheek still stings from that damn slap." Enzo covered his eyes with his hand in embarrassment. It was so rare that he was actually embarrassed. "I'll never live that one down."

"I'll never forget the look on Stefan's face the next morning when he found out," Damon started bursting out laughing. "He was so ready to kick your ass until I explained that Caroline kind of already had."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's all have a good laugh at the drunk British guy." Enzo chugged his beer in an effort to wash the memory away.

"Well, worth using my ask man. I can't say that I'm sorry," Jeremy added. "How about this one? I've never been out of the country."

The entire band, along with Caroline, took a drink.

"Me next?" Bonnie questioned and Jeremy nodded in response. "I've never set foot inside of a strip club."

As expected, all the guys drank.

"Oh c'mon!" Enzo exclaimed. "I feel like this was aimed directly at all of the guys here!" He quickly ended his tirade as Elena timidly took a sip of her beer.

"I am so using my ask for this one. Do tell, Elena." Bonnie giggled.

Elena stared up at Damon. "In this moment, I hate this stupid house rule. Can I undo it? Can I undo my own house rule mid-game?"

Damon shook his head. "I don't think so, sweetheart."

She took a deep breath. "All I'm going to say is when your kind of sort of boyfriend asks you if you want to go to a strip club with him, your 20 year old self will probably say yes because you want to gather some inspiration to take home with you. That's it. I'm not saying anything else."

"I think that says it all," Bonnie raised her bottle towards Elena in encouragement.

"That was so embarrassing. Okay, my turn. I've never done anything sexually whatsoever that involved the ass." Elena was determined to embarrass someone else this time.

Everyone kind of nervously looked around the room, waiting for the first person to take a sip of their drink.

"I know for a fact that this applies to at least two people in this room," Elena goaded.

"Fine," Caroline huffed and took a sip from her beer.

"Guess the cat's out of the bag," Stefan mumbled and took a drink as well.

Everyone else seemed to relax, now that someone had finally admitted to it. First Enzo took a drink then Alaric, both high fiving the other as they did. Damon ever so hesitantly took a sip from his cup, hoping no one would notice. Of course, Elena did.

"I didn't use my ask for the concert sex question, so I'm using it here." Elena looked into his blue eyes.

"I don't think I want to play this game anymore," Damon replied. "And I don't think you do either."

She defiantly stood her ground, knowing that she might be stepping into dangerous territory but also not caring. Everyone had a past, even her. "I had to tell my story. Your turn."

"Your story involved me! Mine doesn't. I don't think this is the time or place, Lena."

"Fine," she grouchily conceded before turning her attention to Jeremy. "Jer, can I bum a cig from you?"

"Uh, yeah sure." He looked confused as he dug the packet out of his jeans pocket. Elena didn't normally smoke, but she was pissed off enough and drunk enough to not care.

"Thank you," she replied as she reached out for the cigarette.

"Want me to join you?" Jeremy asked.

"No, I'm okay. You guys keep playing," Elena plastered on a fake smile so that her friends wouldn't be so concerned as she made grabbed her jacket and made her way outside onto the fire escape.

She dug through the pockets of her jacket and quickly realized that she didn't have a lighter. Sighing to herself, she turned to go back inside and retrieve one when she bumped into Damon's hard chest. She stepped back and stared up at him. God, did Elena love this frustrating man. She loved him so deeply that sometimes she felt like she'd burst, like her body couldn't contain all of it.

"Figured you'd need a light," his husky voice spoke to her as he flicked his Zippo open and lit it. He held the flame out toward her.

Elena placed the cigarette between her lips and edged toward the fire, allowing it to ignite the end of her cigarette. She took a puff from it and let the smoke slowly escape from her mouth.

"Please don't be mad at me." Damon lit a cigarette for himself and lazily leaned against the railings on the fire escape. "I know you guys are all drunk, but I'm sober and your brother's in there. I just didn't think that story was a good thing to share the first time I meet your brother."

"Yeah. I guess I get that."

"I can tell you now, if you're really dying to know," he added.

"No, that's okay. I think I was just more so trying to take the embarrassing attention off of myself." Elena took another hit and blew the smoke into the cold air. "I'm tired. Can I go to sleep yet?"

"Of course. I'll get Enzo to start cleaning up as soon we get inside. You head to bed and I'll make sure everyone else is settled in safely."

"Thank you," Elena yawned before taking one last puff and throwing the cigarette over the railing.

Elena woke up the next morning in her new bedroom, dressed in just her underwear with her head pounding. It was high time she admitted that she was not 20 years old anymore. Her body didn't quite recover from shoving copious amounts of alcohol into it like it used to. She was thankful that she and Bonnie had arranged to take the next couple of days off since they'd basically ran the office while Katherine was out last week.

She turned her head to the side and caught sight of that familiar raven-black head of hair next to her. He was lying on his side facing away from her. Realizing that she was now shivering, Elena scooted closer to him in the hopes of stealing away some of his body heat. She spooned him the best that she could, wrapping her arm around his waist and nuzzling her face between his shoulder blades.

"Your skin is freezing," he mumbled.

"It's so cold in here," she replied.

Damon turned around and wrapped both arms tightly around her, bringing her close to his chest. He ran his hands up and down her body in an attempt to create some warmth for her. What was meant to be a kind and affectionate gesture quickly turned into something more and Elena began breathing heavily while reaching to nip at his neck with her mouth. In response, his hands found their way down to her butt and he grasped it in both palms.

"Warm yet?" he asked, his voice still laden with sleep.

Elena wanted to answer but she could only nod in response, her mouth going dry from the sound of the roughness of his voice.

"Good," he smirked before giving her a quick kiss and gently nudging her to lie on her back.

She complied and he speedily disappeared beneath the sheets that covered her body.

"Damon, where are you-"

Instead of answering her, she felt his hot breath at the apex of her thighs. The only thing separating her from his mouth was the fabric of the flimsy pink cotton underwear she was wearing. She felt him run his hands slowly along her inner thighs. He was savoring the moment. He placed a gentle kiss to the inside of her right thigh, then her left. Her continued the stroking and kissing of her thighs until she was writhing and silently begging him to touch her where she needed it most.

After far too long in Elena's opinion, she finally felt his tongue stroke her clit through her underwear. She cried out his name at the sensation, finally breaking her silence and begging him for release.

"Damon, please. Please. I need to come." She panted and squirmed against his mouth, desperate for any extra friction she could muster up.

Damon grinned in triumph then hooked his fingers into the sides of her underwear and pulled them down her legs, discarding of the only separating him from tasting her. He wasted no further time in giving her what she wanted. Hearing her plead for him to touch her in this way was the sexiest thing he'd ever witnessed and he doubted that he'd ever grow tired of hearing it.

It wasn't long before she came. It never took long with him. He knew her body better than any man. As she reached her high, his name fell from her lips over and over again. She needed him to know that only he could make her feel this way. An orgasm from Damon Salvatore was unlike any other orgasm out there. This she knew.

"We can hear you guys!" Bonnie's voice yelling from the other end of the apartment interrupted Elena's post-orgasm bliss. "It's pretty gross, just so you know!"

Damon's head popped up from the covers just as Elena buried her head into her hands in embarrassment. They were both laughing at this point.

"I forgot they were here. Shit! My little brother's out there! This is mortifying." She shook her head as she felt her cheeks begin to redden.

"My little brother used to hear us all the time. It's okay, Lena." Damon's lame attempt at reassuring her didn't exactly work.

Elena leapt out of bed, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear out of her dresser along with some sweatpants, a sports bra, and an old college t-shirt. She threw them all on before flinging open the bedroom door and running into the living, leaving a half naked and very sexually frustrated Damon behind.

She tentatively padded down the hallway into the living room where Bonnie and Jeremy had crashed on the couch last night. Stefan and Caroline had elected to stay at Ric and Enzo's apartment across the hall.

"Please tell me you didn't hear it all?" Transfixing her eyes on the floor so she didn't have to make eye contact with her brother, she waited for him to answer.

"All of it," he answered in a disapproving tone, then to Elena's surprise, he started chuckling.

Elena raised her gaze to find Bonnie and Jeremy both in a fit of laughter on her couch. Jeremy was laughing so hard that he was clutching his stomach. Bonnie's eyes were beginning to tear up.

"What is happening to my life right now?" Elena questioned. "Who are you and what have you done with my overprotective baby brother?"

Jeremy's laughter finally died down after awhile and he was able to answer her. "I'm sorry. You should have seen your face. You were so horrified. I was actually outside smoking. I only walked back in when Bonnie started yelling at you. Sorry I missed the show."

"Ugh, I hate both of you." Elena smiled as she picked up a throw pillow off a nearby chair and chucked it at them.

"Seriously though. Couldn't the dude wait until I left to violate my sister? Rockstar or not."

"Your sister makes me lose all sense of manners." Damon's voice piped up from behind Elena as he made his way down the hallway, his hair a beautiful mess, dressed in his clothes from yesterday.

"This is so awkward. Does anyone want coffee? Let me make coffee." Elena started to shuffle into the kitchen only to see a half a fresh pot still warm. "Bonnie and her caffeine addiction," she muttered under her breath and she poured herself a cup and began to add her cream and sugar.

She brought her full cup into the living room before saying her goodbyes to Jeremy and Bonnie. Jeremy had to work today at the coffee shop and his shift started in a little over an hour.

Elena sat in her living room chair with her legs curled up underneath her while Damon sat on the floor next to her, his head resting in her lap. She absentmindedly sipped from her warm mug, holding it in her left hand.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked.

"Well I'm supposed to go for a check-up for my hand this afternoon. If everything is healing okay, I might get this off soon." She raised her right hand to motion to the brace.

"I could take you if you'd like," Damon offered.

"I would like. I would like very much. Maybe we can head over to your old apartment for a bit to check up on the remodel? I know you're probably dying for it to be finished."

"Well I didn't make all this money so I could live with my mom again," he smirked as he stared up and into her eyes.

A loud knock came from her front door. Elena glanced at the clock on the wall. It wasn't even 9am yet and it was a Monday. Most people would be at work at this time of day.

"Lena. Lena, open up. It's important."

It was Caroline and she sounded serious.

"I better get that." Elena shifted to set her mug down on the coffee table, causing Damon to lift his head from her lap. She stood up and walked over to the front door. As soon as she unlocked it and began to open it, Caroline immediately walked inside.

"This better be good, Blondie," Damon remarked.

"A bazillion paps just showed up outside," she answered.

"So? They were bound to find out where Ric and Enzo live." Damon shrugged it off.

"They aren't here for them."

"Well paps follow me and Stefan all the time. We'll just go out the back when we leave. I feel like you're making this a big deal. We deal with this shit all the time, Caroline." Damon began to get up so he could usher the unwelcome interruption out of Elena's apartment.

"Damon, you are not hearing me." She handed him her phone and he glanced at the screen.

There on the main page of TMZ's website was a picture of Elena's face, her full (married) name in the headline.

Elena Donovan: Meet the Married Woman Who Stole Damon Salvatore's Heart

Damon's jaw fell open. He was at a loss of words. He knew he would have to introduce her to the press eventually. He just thought it would be on her terms, when she felt she ready to share whatever aspects of her life she felt comfortable with. This was so invasive.

"What's going on?" Elena finally questioned, realizing that this wasn't something normal.

"Lena, I'm sorry. Someone leaked your name to the press," Caroline replied.

Damon was still speechless and that was something that never happened to Damon Salvatore.

Elena grabbed the phone out of his hand. She clicked on the article and began to read it.

Ravens guitarist Damon Salvatore mentioned a new lady in his life on the Tonight Show and we now know exactly who it is that has caught his attention. A source close to the couple has reported that Salvatore has rekindled his romance with his old flame Elena Gilbert Donovan. This would be a fairytale love story if it weren't for one small detail. Elena has been married to the published author Matt Donovan for a little over a year!

Our source claims that Elena has moved out of the home she shared with her husband and into an apartment in downtown Roanoke that Salvatore has purchased for her. Elena works as an interior designer at KPierce Design Firm and is a graduate of Roanoke College. She grew up in nearby Mystic Falls and met Salvatore before The Ravens made it to the big leagues.

While it's too early to tell if these two lovebirds will go the distance and despite hearing that there may already be trouble in paradise, we're rooting for this couple. Shipname is #Delena! Tweet us TMZNews to tell us what you think!

A/N: I told you drama was coming! Who do you think leaked Elena's name? I'm dying to know your theories!

Sidenote, I know this was announced a few weeks ago but I am so sad to hear that Nina is leaving TVD. The show won't be the same without her. Of course I wish her all the best on her future ventures and will continue to support her! I just hope they do her character and my favorite ship justice on the finale. How are you guys handling it?