Sorry it took so long to update, I am also in the middle of writing the Delena fic based on The Notebook and with everything else going on in my life, I've kind of spread myself a little thin. But anyways…here is another chapter. It is simply about Damon and Elena going to a charity gala and let's just say they get a little anxious.

Just to forewarn you, this chapter has a little bit more language than my other chapters.

Damon's POV

Elena and I hold hands in the crowded elevator to the top floor where the gala is being held. I had met a man way back when who was filthy rich and out of the blue, he sent me an invitation to this charity ball.

Elena wears a floor length black dress with a plunging 'v' neckline, a completely open back, and a slit riding up to the middle of her thigh. Her gold pumps also make her taller and give her a sense of power and control. It is no doubt that all of the men at this party will be drooling at her feet. Her hair rests on her shoulders in corkscrew curls.

I am dressed in a black pinstripe suit with a gold tie to match her shoes. I need everybody to know at the party that I have staked my claim on Elena. When the top floor button lights up, we exit along with all the other attendees.

She places her hand on my arm and I escort her through the double doors into a room covered in windows. This building is in a prime spot to see the skyline of the city and nightlife going on down below. Tables surround the room with big vases of deep purple flowers. The tableware is ornate, yet modern and neatly set on every table. There is a small symphony on the far end of the room and a hardwood dance floor in the center where a beautiful chandelier hangs above, sparkling like millions of diamonds. Servers are everywhere, wearing matching suits carrying around platters of appetizers and champagne.

"Did I tell you that you look hot as hell?" I whisper in her ear as we make polite smiles on our way to our table.

"Did I tell you that you need to keep it in your pants until we get home?" she smirks at me.

"Ouch," I pucker my lips before allowing a smile to creep back onto my face, "I just can't see how you aren't just dying right now?"

"Already dead sweetheart," she retorts before grabbing me by the arm to go be 'social.'

We talk to at least fifty different people and to be honest, I can't even remember one of their names. My friend that is hosting the gala gets up to give a speech and explain a little bit about the cause before him and his wife join other people on the dance floor.

I bow in my most gentlemanlike manner and ask my date to dance. She curtseys back and takes my hand, leading me to the center. I pull her close to me, letting her body feel mine. I want her so bad, especially because dancing is a total turn-on for me. I twirl her around and dip her so low to the ground that her hair skims the wood. I hear several people whisper and see several fingers pointing, but it is only because Elena and I are damn good dancers.

A couple years ago, we took dance lessons and often go out to clubs to practice. When the song ends, Elena gives me that look that I know far too well. It's the "I'm ready to fuck you raw" look.

I grab her hand and pull her through the crowd of people. We barely make it into the elevator before I have Elena pinned up against the wall.

"We can't do it in here; we'll get caught when the doors open at the bottom."

I smirk knowing that I am already two steps ahead, while holding up a little silver key.

"Not if we lock it." She quickly takes it from my hand and plunges it into the hole to stop the elevator. In less than a second, we are back where we left off. I unbutton my shirt, exposing my chest to her. She runs her freshly manicured fingers up and down the contours of my body before fumbling with my belt buckle. I hike her dress up, running my hand through the slit that had been taunting me all night. After my pants are undone and my lower half is completely exposed to her, she drops her hot black lace thong to the floor.

I take one second to look her in the eyes to remind her why we are doing this in the first place, because no matter how hard we fuck….I love her and she loves me and that is the only motive behind our spur of the moment hookup session.

And to be honest, there was nothing spur of the moment about it because I already had it all planned out.

I move my body with hers in a rhythm slowly getting faster. We had perfected this art form with lots of practice. I knew exactly what she needed and vice versa. I knew how to take care of her every time except that every single time was so different. After we are both on our way back down from the high, we collapse on the floor.

"Do you want to get out of here?" she regains her breath.

"Hell yeah."

I help her to her feet before glancing upward towards a little red blinking light; a video camera. She follows my gaze and locks in on the fact that we were just getting filmed, fucking in a public elevator. After the shock wears off, we bust out laughing and leave the building knowing we probably won't ever be allowed back in again. We were just us having fun and falling deeper into the abyss of passion and love we had for each other. And that abyss is hot as hell.

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