Feel This Moment

Disclaimer: I don't anything or anyone from The Vampire Diaries.

Hi everyone! This is the first chapter of my oneshot series sequel to Crying Lightning, so if you haven't read that already please do :) I guess it could hold it's own a little though without reading that one, but there will be moments where things are referred back and this version of Damon and Elena are built up from what happened in Crying Lightning.

Throughout this story I will be switching it up with the narration, so unlike in the previous story, each chapter won't just be in 1st POV.

Originally, this was supposed to be the second chapter in this sequel but I decided last minute to swap it around and make it the first!

Just a little background on this chapter: This one shot is set during their Sophomore year at college. Also, the character Will is the same Will that was Damon's old friend from Chicago, he is also in New York for college.

Hope you enjoy it!

He was drunk.

No, that's a lie.

He was completely and utterly paralytic, absolutely wasted.

Yesterday was his 21st birthday, and his friends wanted to make sure that he started his legal drinking age in the messiest way possible.

Damon was a good boyfriend though, and he managed to delay their plans and antics until 24 hours later, insisting that he wanted to spend his birthday with Elena and Elena only.

So he did, the two of them spent the whole day together before she took him out for a fancy meal on the evening, insisting on paying for everything, despite his many protests and they ended the night in a dive bar near his campus where he paid off the barman to serve Elena alcohol since she was still only 19. They had a couple of beers and played pool and darts, Elena kicking his ass at the first, but barely knowing how to play the second and he particularly enjoyed wrapping his arms around her and touching her while he taught her the correct way to throw a dart.

They went back to his dorm room, Damon had already made sure that his roommate would be gone for the night so they had the place to themselves and they made love until the sun came up.

Tonight however, was a different story.

His two best buddies in New York, Will and Bryan, had insisted that there shouldn't be a moment when he didn't have a drink in his hand, so the three of them, along with some other friends and half of the baseball team, hit the city the second the sun went down, and he hadn't had an empty glass in his hand since.

He pulled out his cell phone to try and read the latest text from Elena, but his eyes were unfocussed and his damn phone had a fucking blurry screen.

How is he supposed to read anything on here if his phone was playing tricks on him?

He glanced at his watch and it took him a few moments to read that it was almost 3am, and he wondered for a moment what Elena was doing awake until he remembered she was going to a party of one of her friends from her Literature class.

He groaned and hit his head back against the leather walls behind him in the club he was in, his frustration getting the better of him and it took all what was left of the tiny sensible sober part of his brain to not throw his iPhone across the room.

"Damon!" what he thinks is Will, jumps in front of him, two shot glasses in his hands and immediately pushes one into his own hand. "Drink up buddy!"

He doesn't want too, he knows he's reached his limit, but it's his birthday and he knows he will never hear the end of it from the boys if he declines even one drink.

A guy from the baseball team drunkenly stumbles over throws his arm around Damon's shoulder and pulls him over to a booth where some of his other buddies are sat, a flock of hot girls surrounding them.

"Ladies, meet the birthday boy!" someone, he doesn't know who, pushes him down into the booth and immediately he has random girls hugging him and wishing him a happy birthday but all he can think of is how none of them smell like Elena.

He just wants Elena.

He blinks a few times and feels a weight on his thighs and when he feels something wet touch his neck his eyes open wide for a moment when he realizes there is a blonde girl straddling him on his lap and she is kissing his neck.

"No…no." he shakes his head furiously and pushes her off him, not caring that by doing so she knocks down some drinks on the table and they spill over everywhere. "No."

"Damon what's the problem? It's your birthday! You're 21!" he thinks it's Daryl that is currently trying to push him back into the booth with all the slutty girls but he can't be sure, the strobe lights in the club are confusing him. "This is my present to you, buddy! She's hot right? And she's totally into you!" he feels a hand gripping on his shoulder and before he knows it he's back to sitting down and there is a pair of skinny arms wrapped around his neck and trying to unbutton his denim blue shirt.

"No." he shakes his heavy head furiously as he tries to stand back up but his legs are like jelly.

"Dude stop it!" he recognizes Will's voice immediately. "The guy's got a girlfriend." another grip is on his arm and he is suddenly back on his unsteady feet, but he feels better because the bony arms from around his neck have gone.

"So?" some jackass comments and he wishes he knew who it was so he could punch him in the face.

So? What the fuck does he mean by so? Has he not met Elena?

"So, back off and stop throwing girls at him! He's not interested!"

He feels someone tugging on his arm and before he knows it he's outside, the cold New York November breeze immediately attacks his cheeks but he's thankful for the fresh air and he immediately feels better because of it.

"I thought you could do with the fresh air." Will pats him on the back and he nods his head thankfully and pulls his phone back from his pocket.

"I need to call Elena." He mutters drunkenly, not even sure if it came out correctly but he presses his phone clumsily against his ear and waits for his girl to answer.

"Hello?" her voice is loud, and he can hear background music and it makes him confused. "Damon?" she calls out again when he doesn't immediately reply.

"Elena?"

"Yeah baby, two seconds, ok?" he waits patiently as he leans back against the wall, knowing that without it he'd be on the floor and soon that perfect voice is back in his ear. "Hey sorry, it was loud in there."

"Mhm…" he mumbles wistfully, feeling content to just hear her voice.

"Damon?" Elena smiles amused into the phone. "Are you ok baby?" she remembers his texts throughout the night, how each one he sent got messier and the letters got muddled up making them make less sense the later the night went on.

"I am now." He grunts deeply. "I want you, Elena! I want you so much right now." He turns on his feet and leans his forehead against the cool brick walls, he can smell smoke and he turns his head slightly, his forehead still touching the bricks, and he sees Will standing a few feet away from him with a cigarette in his mouth and a smirk on his face as he listens in to the conversation.

But he doesn't care.

He just wants Elena.

"How much have you had to drink, Damon?" she chuckles into the phone softly and he swears it's the best sound he's ever heard in his life.

Well, the second best sound.

He wants to hear the first tonight.

"Doesn't…that doesn't matter, Lena." He stumbles on his words. "I don't think you understand, I want you. I want you right now, you make me so horny baby…just thinking about you right now…" he groans and presses his fist against the wall. "I want you."

"I want you too, Damon." Her voice is no longer laced with amusement, but it's shaky and husky and no matter how much he has had to drink, he would recognize what that tone in her voice would mean anywhere.

"And I don't want those other stupid girls…" he slurs not even thinking about what he's saying.

There is a pause in the conversation before Elena speaks up again. "What girls, Damon?"

"Stupid slutty ugly girls," he grunts in annoyance. "Who don't smell like you."

"Pass me the phone, Damon." Will is immediately in his face but he shakes his head and pulls his phone away from his ear to stop Will from grabbing it.

"No…no…go away Will, I want Elena!"

"Damon!" Will mutters in annoyance and before he knows it the phone is slipping out of his hand and into Will's.

"Hey Elena," he speaks sweetly into the phone and he tries to grab his phone back but Will immediately slaps his hands away and he's left wondering what the hell his beautiful girl is talking about. "He did say that yes…no…listen, it's nothing, just someone from the team trying to be an asshole, but don't worry about it, Damon loves you, it's quite clear that he only wants you." Will smirks and he glares at the teasing tone in his voice.

"Okay, I'll put him back on." Will smiles and hands him back the phone, which he snatches back with a glare.

"Lena, baby!"

"Damon," he can hear the amusement back in her voice. "Get in a cab and come meet me, I'll text you the address." She hangs up before he can say anything else and he grins at Will happily and slaps him on the back.

"I am off to get laid." he grins in triumph and Will chuckles and hails a cab for him.

"Yeah, good luck with that one buddy!" Will sounds amused but he doesn't care, he stumbles into the cab, drunkenly reading out the address Elena just text him and the taxi driver mutters something about him better not throwing up back there.

He must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knows the door of the cab is being opened and Elena is stood there with an amused smile on her face, dressed in dark tight skinny jeans and a sexy red flowing top that shows off her cleavage perfectly.

He can't help but moan when Elena leans down into the cab and her hands slide into his pockets and he tries to pull her into him, forgetting that he's practically hanging out the door in the back of a taxi, and she giggles and pushes him away as he attempts to kiss her, one of his hands landing on her ass. She pulls out his wallet from his pocket and he grunts in annoyance when he realizes she wasn't actually trying to feel him up.

She pays the taxi driver before pulling him onto the sidewalk, the cab pulling back off into the road and she smirks before sliding his wallet back into his pocket, this time her fingers graze his throbbing member slowly and he knows immediately, despite the state that he's in, that this time it was purely intentional.

"Look at the state of you." Elena giggles and wraps her arms around his waist as he leans his head down to rest onto her shoulder, his weight leaning on her slightly but not enough to crush her or to make her fall. "You absolutely reek of booze, Damon!"

"Mhm." he mumbles into her bare shoulder drunkenly, kissing her skin slowly with wet sloppy kisses. "Elena?" he lifts his head back up and makes sure his focus is on her.

Elena reaches her hand up and pushes some hair that has fallen onto his forehead back out of his face. "Hm?"

"Where are we?" he asks confused and she giggles and pulls back, one of her arms staying wrapped around his waist.

"Kim's party, remember?" she starts walking and they go inside a building and he's thankful to see an elevator because he doesn't think his legs could handle flights of stairs.

They reach the apartment the party is going on, after a quick make out session in the ride up of course. He can hear the music immediately and when Elena pushes open the door it gets even louder.

"Elena! There you are! We wondered where you went!" A girl he doesn't recognize or at least, he doesn't think he recognizes skips over to them, a red plastic cup in her hands.

Oh he loves a stereotype.

"Sorry," Elena's hand runs slowly up and down his side, his shirt lifting up slightly as her fingers graze his skin underneath it. "I found this drunken straggler outside in the street and thought he was hot so I seduced him." She giggles and wipes her thumb against his lips and he frowns confused but when she pulls her hand away he sees the red on her thumb and realizes he must have her lipstick all over his lips.

Oh well.

The girl looks shocked for a moment and looks between them confused before glancing back at Elena worriedly. "Elena…"

"Relax Kate." Elena immediately grins and shakes her head. "I'm just kidding; this is Damon, my boyfriend."

Damon watches as a look of realization crosses the girls face but he still doesn't really understand what's going on. His mind is a fuzzy drunken mess and all he can concentrate on is Elena Gilbert.

Jade, or Kate, or whatever the hell she was called soon disappears and Elena pulls him further into the party, introducing him to people he's never met before and greeting people he already has.

He falls back onto a couch behind him, and smiles when Elena bends down in front of him, her hands on either side of his cheeks, her thumbs pressed into his cheekbones. "Stay right here, ok baby?" she leans forward and kisses him slowly on the mouth and he tries to deepen it but she pulls away with a grin. "I'll be right back!" she's gone before he can even blink and he grunts in annoyance and attempts to straighten himself up.

He looks around the crowded room, surprised by the size of the apartment in this side of town but he wouldn't dare say anything about it.

Most of the faces are unfamiliar, and he doesn't really recognize anyone in his drunken haze, and he wonders just how many of these people Elena actually knows too.

He leans forward slightly when he does spot someone recognizable though. "Charlotte!" he shouts across the room, the loud music thumping in his ears so he doesn't even know if he's being loud enough. "Charlotte!" he waves his hand clumsily when she turns her head to face him and he watches amused as a blush immediately crosses her cheeks as he waves her over.

Charlotte is Elena's roommate, and has been since freshman year when Elena first moved into her dormitory. She's had a crush on him since the moment she opened the door to him hours after moving in, he was looking for Elena after he'd been to his own dorm in NYU's campus across the city unpacking and when she answered the door to him, she stuttered and stumbled over her words like a thirteen year old girl.

Elena knew all about it, of course, but she didn't mind, she knew it was completely innocent and Charlotte just wasn't that kind of girl to even think about trying anything. She was sweet and innocent, and shy, and it wasn't until after winter break last year when she started to really come out of her shell and her and Elena became real friends, which is why they decided to live together again in their sophomore year, alongside Annie, who was a friend Elena had made from her classes.

They were no Bonnie and Caroline, but they were good enough for his girl, he decided.

"Damon?" she approaches him confused but with a smile and takes a seat beside him on the couch. "What are you doing here?" she says loudly over the music. "Does Elena know you're here?"

He nods his heavy head in confirmation and mumbles out some words that not even he understands.

"Oh god, you are so drunk!" she giggles at him in amusement. "I'm guessing you had a good birthday with your friends?"

Again, he nods his head, words stumbling out of his mouth that he doesn't even know if they form a sentence.

"They didn't smell like her." He mumbles out with slurring words.

"What?" Charlotte looks at him confused, laughter in her voice and in her eyes. "Who didn't?"

"I needed to get Lena." He tells her like it's the most important thing in the world, and right now, it is. "I need Lena, because she's my girlfriend, and she's the best."

"Ok, Damon." She smiles amused and pats his shoulder. "Do you want me to go find her for you?" she goes to stand up but he immediately grabs onto her arm.

"No, no." he shakes his head. "You can't leave me here, I don't know…these people…their…" he looks around and motions for her to come closer and he whispers into her ear. "They're strangers."

Charlotte laughs and pulls back. "They're just people at a party, Damon."

"Well…" he sighs loudly trying to find his words. "They're not, Elena."

"No." Charlotte shakes her head in agreement but then nods her head. "But that is."

He focusses his blurry gaze on a figure approaching him and he smiles when he realizes who it is. "You're back!"

Elena bends back down in front of him and pushes a red cup into his hands. "Drink this baby, you need it."

He takes a sip and feels Elena slide next to him on his other side on the couch and he grimaces when he realizes that it's just water.

"Yuck," he shakes his head and tries to pass it back to her but she pushes it back into his hands.

"Drink it." She tells him firmly and he can only comply.

"I'm gonna leave you both too it." Charlotte smiles and stands up but Damon immediately grabs onto her arm and pulls her back down onto the couch again beside him.

He swears he hears Elena apologize to her on his behalf but he doesn't listen. "Wait, wait, Charlotte, I need to tell you something." He focusses his gaze on her as she shuffles on the couch to face him, watching him amused.

He wraps his arm around Elena and pulls her onto his lap, using what little strength he has left. Elena luckily complies and wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the bottom of his hair lazily.

"Charlotte…" he trails like he's about to tell a story and Elena giggles into his ear in amusement already and he knows that she's a little on the drunk side too, nowhere near as bad as he is, but still. "I know." he raises his eyebrows at her.

"Know what?" Charlotte replies confused.

"That you have a crush on me." He says almost proudly and Elena immediately groans loudly.

"Oh god, Damon, don't do this please!" she reaches her hand down and covers his mouth with her hand.

He fails to notice the mortified look on Charlotte's face and the way her cheeks are heating up like a tomato.

"No, no." he pushes Elena's hand from his mouth and continues. "I get it girl, I'm hot. But, I'm also a taken man." He points at Elena. "I'm hers, and I know that sucks for you, and I am sorry about that, but, maybe someday, if Elena kicks me out on my ass." He frowns slightly and stops to look at her. "Please don't do that." He pouts sadly.

Elena rolls her eyes but smiles anyway. "I won't."

"Right." he turns back to the other girl. "Maybe then I'll take you out on a date." He finishes and looks at Charlotte with a proud grin.

"Charlotte, I am so sorry!" Elena apologizes immediately, despite being drunk herself, she isn't totally gone enough like Damon is to miss the mortified and embarrassed look on her roommates face.

Charlotte however just laughs nervously and shakes her head, trying to hide her blushes. "It's fine." She stands up, and this time he lets her. "I'll see you both later," she shakes her head with a smile before wondering back off over to the people she left across the room.

"Damon!" Elena punches him in the arm and he immediately groans loudly at the pain.

"Oy! What the hell was that for?"

"I can't believe you just did that! You embarrassed the poor girl." She shakes her head in disbelief but he doesn't miss the amusement in her eyes.

"I was being nice." He pouts. "You always tell me off for not being nice enough to people, so when I do try and be nice…you…you hit me!"

"There's a difference between being nice and being a total douche." She shakes her head at him before lifting over her right leg so she is now straddling him on the couch. "You're lucky that I love you, even when you are a drunken stumbling mess."

He can't help but grin at that. "Well, I love you more, so…"

"Ssh, you don't." she runs her fingers down his chest before unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt and he immediately slides a hand underneath her top, his hand landing firmly on her right breast and he squeezes it tightly, watching as she closes her eyes and moans with a small gaping hole between her lips.

He doesn't care that they are in a crowded party, and from the way she just grinded on his thigh, he is pretty sure she doesn't either.

Elena immediately attaches her mouth against his in a searing kiss that he returns just as fiercely, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth as they kiss each other hungrily.

"Damon," she pulls away from him, a devilish grin on her lips as she leans her forehead against his. "Kim has a spare bedroom down the hall…"

I smirk and nod my head as she climbs off of me and she helps me up. We barely make it to the bedroom door before she's trying to rip my clothes off, and she immediately slams me into the door the second she closes it behind us.

"I still have one more birthday present for you." She smirks at me wickedly and I gasp as she slides out of her jeans and my eyes widen when I see the suspenders she is wearing, soon her top is off too and I squint and lick my lips when I see her matching bra, the whole thing part of a set.

My erection is throbbing, and I may be the drunkest I've been in a long time, but there is no way in hell that I am holding back tonight.

"Oh god." Damon groans in pain as he tries to open his eyes but the brightness immediately makes him close them again, it's too much.

He grunts in pain as he tries to collect his bearings and he slowly forces his eyes open, the light of the room immediately stinging his irises and it takes him everything not to close them again.

His head is throbbing, pounding hard against his skull and he tries to remember what the hell happened last night.

He frowns confused when he sees the unfamiliar dark wallpaper on the wall across from him as he lies on his side.

This is not his bedroom.

A sickness feeling that has nothing to do with his hangover hits the pit of his stomach and that's when he feels it.

There's an arm wrapped around his waist.

What he is pretty sure is his naked waist.

"No, no, no." he starts to panic. "No."

This is not happening.

This cannot be happening!

It's over.

His entire life is over.

"Mmm…" he feels lips press against his back between his shoulder blades and he's about to leap out of bed like lightening but the voice that comes next stops him in his tracks before he moves. "Morning handsome," He'd recognize that tired early morning tone anywhere. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"So much better now," he feels his entire body relax and he rolls over to see a naked Elena lying beside him, her eye makeup smudged and her hair a tangled mess.

She looks beautiful.

Wait.

How the hell did he end up with Elena last night?

She leans forward and kisses him softly on the lips before pulling away with a lazy smile on her lips.

"Elena?" he questions with squinted eyes after a few moments of silence, his fingers lightly trailing over her hip bone.

"Mhm?" she sighs tiredly.

"Where the hell are we?"

She giggles loudly and rolls on top of him, her eyes glistening in amusement, her smile wide.

"Oh I love you Damon Salvatore."

So? What did you think? Please review and let me know, I'd love to see your thoughts and feedback about the first chapter of this! I want it to be a success :)

Thanks for reading and coming along this journey with me!

Until next time :)