Author's Note: Long-ish AN here... First off, I wrote this chapter right before going to help out with a kids basketball practice. When I got there, the head coach decided that tonight was an excellent night to discuss how to 'penetrate harder up the middle'. I wish I was joking.

Also, the singer of this song, Blake McGrath (judge on So You Think You Can Dance Canada for any Canadians in the audience) has gone on record that this song is about dancing. Two words for you Mr McGrath: Yeah, and Right.

Also, self-promotion: The Bomb and The Choice. Check it out!

That being said, SMUT!

The lyrics are from the song Relax by Blake McGrath.

The story title is from the song by Linkin Park.

Rated M for language, sexual content, sensitive matter, and dark themes.

The way you move it… If you don't quit it I'm gonna lose my shit!
The way you do it… The way you spinnin' I'm gonna lose it quick!

It was dark, and Damon was hiding in his bedroom. Well, not hiding, per se. He wasn't hiding from anything in particular. He just felt like being alone, and absorbing everything that Elena had told him. He hadn't seen Stefan all day, so he figured that he would probably be back soon. And Jeremy too. And the rest of the supernatural vagabonds who seem to have taken up residence in his house.

Hence the hiding.

He'd been reading for a while when the bedroom door opened softly, and Elena slinked through, still wearing the white sundress, which, for the record, now had grass stains from her being thrown around by… whatever that was.

"Hey," he said, closing the book and dropping it next to the chair, "How are you feeling?"

She smiled mischeviously. "Still normal, still me. But a little weird, to tell you the truth. And I'm pretty sure you can help me with that."

Damon felt his face drop as he leapt out of the chair. "Are you alright? What's wrong?"

For a moment, Elena froze. Then she laughed. "We've been together for what… A few weeks shy of a year and a half…"

"Well," Damon was confused, "What do you… Do you want to get married?"

Elena's eyebrows skyrocketed. "Are you asking me to marry you?"

"No," he blurted.

"Good." Elena nodded to herself, and then seemed to remember why exactly she was there, and she continued to saunter towards Damon. "Together a year and a half, and about three months of odd behaviour, or absence, on my part, and you've already forgotten…"

Still, Damon was confused. Or, at least, he was until Elena finally reached him, wrapped her arms around his waist, leaned in and kissed along his neck.

"Guess what," she whispered, and he shivered, "I picked up a few tricks while I was gone." Her hands had moved to unbuckle his belt, and as she continued, his pants slid down. "Wanna try 'em out?"

Instead of answering, Damon fisted Elena's hair and they kissed, quite desperately. With his free hand, he skimmed his finger over her shoulder and down her chest, grazing her nipple. She hissed against his mouth, and in an instant, he'd snapped the strap on her dress and bra, revealing her breast. As he pinched and rolled the hardened bud between his fingers, she bit his lip, drawing a little bit of blood. For a moment, he was distracted by the sensuality of it, and in that moment, she disappeared from his touch.

He didn't even have a chance to open his eyes before he felt his boxers tear away from his hips, and Elena's tongue running up his now hardened manhood.

"Oh God!" he coughed out, one hand gripping her hair again, the other wrapped around the arm that held him tightly in place.

When she took him entirely into her mouth, he yelled out something in a language even he didn't understand. Random sounds spilled past his lips as she swirled her tongue and bobbed her head. There was something missing, he knew, but he couldn't be bothered to remember as his stomach tightened and colours flashed in front of his eyes.

I wanna save it up 'till I can drown you in a sea of love.
So baby soak it up… When the rain is coming don't you miss a drop.

"No," he exclaimed in a strained voice, "Not… Not yet. Let's just…"

He gripped both of Elena's arms and hauled her up. They blurred over to the bed, and landed on it, her on top, the fabric of her panties warm and wet against him.

And then she was gone again.

This time, he did have a chance to open his eyes. She was standing, dishevelled, her dress half off on one side, at the foot of the bed. Damon met her eyes, and then watched, entranced, as her hands trailed down her body and then up her thighs, dragging her skirt up with her and revealing the black lace of her panties. When she slid a hand inside, Damon groaned.

"Elena…"

"Sh," she answered, gasping when she grazed her clit, "I'm just taking them off… Ah!" He could see the imprint of her hand as she slid a finger inside, "In a second… Ah, I'm so wet Damon."

He growled and sat up. "If you do not get back on this bed now, I'm going to come just from watching you. And where's the fun in that?"

Elena chuckled and slid off her panties, crawling back onto the bed and straddling him. He was still holding her eyes as he grabbed her hand and sucked her juices off her fingers. She reversed the holding, tugging his hand down between her legs.

"See?" she asked, guiding his fingers between her folds. She leaned in and nipped at his earlobe. "That's all you."

Then she released his hand, and took hold of stiffened member, sinking onto him until he was in as deep as he could go.

Stop! Wait a minute! Slow down a little! 'Cause I don't want to go yet, blow this;
Stop! Wait a minute! Slow down a little! 'Cause I don't want to go yet, baby relax!

"God I missed this!" Elena exclaimed, her head thrown back.

They didn't move for a moment. Then Damon gripped her hips hard, and thrust up. She groaned softly, and then met him, grinding down as he jerked upwards. After a few moments, she began clenching her vaginal muscles around him, making him cry out. She leaned over him, hovering right over his lips.

"See, I told you, a few new tricks…" And then she kissed him again.

Their pace sped up, but they were still both holding back, determined to drag it out, to make it last. Damon's mind was reeling; his thoughts were spiralling uncontrollably, and his body seemed to be on autopilot. Without a thought, he moved one hand to fondle Elena's breast again, and was rewarded by her arching upward and moaning.

"I was," she panted, "I was kind of numb, since I've been back…" She cried out when Damon shifted, changing the angle of his hips and hitting her more sensitive spot. "I mean, the sex was pretty good this week," she dug her fingernails into Damon's shoulder, "But this is just… God I feel like I'm gonna explode!"

Damon rolled them so that he was on top, but after a couple of thrusts, Elena rolled them back. She lowered her head, sucking on the skin where his shoulder and neck meet. She bit him with blunt teeth, and something changed. They sped up again, but neither of them could muster a sound this time. Elena's eyes were shut tight, her mouth open in a silent scream… And then…

Don't do it… Slow down! Stop moving… Relax! Don't do it when I wanna come!
Relax! Don't do it… Lay back! Stop moving… Relax! Don't do it when I wanna come!

A knock on the door, and they both froze.

"Damon? Are you in there?"

The doorknob turned as Stefan tried to enter, but Elena flung out a hand and it slammed shut again.

"Damon?" came Stefan's voice through the door.

"Uh," Damon couldn't think straight, much less speak.

"I haven't seen Elena today. Is she okay?"

"I'M FINE STEFAN!" Elena shouted. She ground down again, and it seemed to jumpstart Damon, who thrust up. They went slower this time, trying not to make the bed squeak.

"Oh, that's good," he tried the door again, and again, Elena slammed it shut, and locked it this time.

"Stefan, I'll come out and see you later," Damon was making a strange sort of sound, and she covered his mouth with her hand.

"Oh okay…" But they could both tell that he was still standing bewildered outside the door.

"Stefan!" Elena shouted exasperatedly, "If you're waiting to talk to Damon, you can't. He can't think straight right now because of the sex that we are currently having!"

Silence.

"Oh! I'm… Okay then! Bye!" Stefan's footsteps faded down the hall, and Damon sped up once.

Within moments, they were both at the edge again, moving as hard and as fast as they could manage.

"Damon…" Elena whispered breathlessly.

He reached up, pulling her head down, and bit into her throat, as she did the same to him. Suddenly, all of the colours exploded, and they both screamed, still moving as one, not quite spent, but at least a little sated.

AN2: Pretty sure the only dance he's singin' about is the mattress mambo. Or potentially the horizontal hokey-pokey.