Author's Note: The bit in the last chapter about marriage is such psych. I just don't see the point of them getting married. I've read fics where they get married, am currently reading two in fact: Forever and Always by mayghaen17 and Anything by Tess84 (FYI: If you're looking to read a great story that really drags out Elena and Damon hooking up, check out her story Everything). Anyways, all that to say that nothing is coming of that comment. Except for smut... Like, right now.

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

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.

You've learned some new shit… Last time we did it, it wasn't like this!
You learned some new tricks… Last time I hit it, it didn't go like this!

When both of them had stopped gasping for air, Damon tried to sit up, but Elena pushed him back down.

"Do you seriously think that we're finished?" She was smirking, and eyed her. "I mean really… My dress isn't even off yet."

Damon lifted her off of him and laid her on her back. He reached behind her for the zipper, then hooked one finger around the remaining strap and slid it down, grazing along her skin and leaving goose bumps behind. He started kissing along her collarbone, and tugged the dress down, his lips following and warming the skin as it was revealed. When he finally got it off, he gripped both of her knees and spread them apart, his eyes roaming her body before landing on her dampened entrance.

Without even knowing that he was doing it, he leaned in and ran his tongue between her folds, then inside of her.

"Damon," she hissed, as though to discourage him, but her hand fisted his hair and held his head in place, so he plundered on, his teeth grazing her clit and making her gasp every few seconds.

When he felt like he had pushed her far enough, he kissed and nipped his way back up her body, ending with her lips.

"Notice anything missing?" she asked against his lips.

He frowned down at her, and so she pressed her palm against his sternum, and a silent instant later, heat sparked in the spot, flowing out and filling him before dissipating.

"How…?" he managed to get out once the feeling faded.

"I told you that I can control it now. It isn't necessarily localised either." She pushed him onto his back. "I could be touching you here," she ran her tongue across his abs, "And you could feel it down here." The heat sparked in his groin this time, dragging a growl from deep in his throat. "Or here," she straddled him and moved up to suck on his neck again, "And you could feel it…" Once again, the heat sparked in his belly, swirling and spreading into his groin, and up into his chest. Then it moved, fading from those places and making his arms and fingers tingle.

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!

Soon, he was sweating; he felt the tension building again, even though Elena was hardly even touching him.

"It works if you're touching me too," she rolled onto her back, dragging him with her. "Like, if you lick me here," she ghosted a finger from her bellybutton to her collarbone, and Damon obliged, "Then you could feel it here." Sure enough, the heat began in his chest this time, spreading up into his head, behind his eyes.

Unable to hold it back anymore, he rolled entirely overtop of Elena, every inch of her skin covered with his own. He kissed her everywhere, hands roaming, before finally palming her breasts. Heat exploded all over his body: In his belly, his fingertips, his chest, his head. He could feel himself hardening, almost as though imaginary hands were working him. He moved his mouth to capture one nipple, rolling the other between his fingers again.

Elena reached around him, gripping his back, drawing blood. She bit him again, roughly, drinking from him. Damon's free hand slid down, between Elena's legs, and he thrust two fingers inside. She said nothing, only bit down harder and harder and he pumped his hand and swirled his tongue.

"Damon, I'm –" Then she cried out. Within an instant, all of the heat floating through Damon's body retreated to his groin; his body was rocked with the force of his orgasm. Elena kissed him, and he licked his own blood off her lips, the sensation doing nothing to calm him down.

"Wow…" he breathed against her mouth.

"Yeah…" she rasped back.

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!

For a long while, they just lay there, holding each, stroking along their skin. Finally, Elena pulled him down to kiss him, but it was slow this time, languid and deep. Damon thought about the first night that they had made love… repeatedly. The dining room table and how urgent it was. Then, when they had moved onto the couch, and he had explored every inch of Elena's body. He knew it by heart now; every freckle and scar, every spot that made her gasp and every spot that made her scream.

He had even thought that he had figured out her rhythm, but that had changed now. He didn't mind; he had eternity to relearn her. Although, given the direction in which her hands were trailing, she had no problem figuring him out.

"Again?" she asked, with mock petulance.

"And again, and again, and again," he responded, rolling on top of her again.

Then her demeanour changed. "Was that okay?" she asked self-consciously. "Or was it too much? Or not enough?"

He silenced her with a hard kiss. "It was wonderful. It was… indescribable. But," he pulled up her knees and positioned himself, "I still prefer being inside you." And he drove into her.

Again, and again, and again.