Damon was upstairs reading, only half paying attention to the words on the page as he waited for the telltale sound of her arrival. It was almost dark, and Elena was late. Only by about half an hour though and so he told himself not to worry – maybe she had stopped in to see Jeremy first or was caught in traffic. But from the way she'd spoken to him this morning he couldn't believe that she would take any longer than was absolutely necessary. She was supposed to have left right after her last exam, and she would be here as fast as she could. He tried reminding himself that patience was a virtue. Then again, he'd never been a particularly virtuous person, or vampire for that matter. That was Stefan's gig.

Suddenly he heard it, the sound of a car engine approaching and then turning into his driveway. He was downstairs before Elena had turned the engine off, leaning in the doorframe with his trademark smirk.

"Hey stranger," he said as she stepped out of the car. Elena smiled broadly in return. She was wearing a simple sweater and jeans, but she was the most beautiful thing Damon had seen in weeks.

"I made it!" she announced, running up to him and practically throwing herself at her boyfriend.

"Made it home, or made it through your first set of exams?" he asked, sweeping her up in his arms and hugging her tightly. There was a part of him that wished he never had to let go of her ever again. Since when had he become such a sap?

"Both!" she replied grinning, pulling back to meet his eyes and giving him a chaste peck on the lips before resting her forehead on his own. They breathed each other in silently for a moment, and Damon nuzzled her nose with his making her giggle. Yep, it was official. He had definitely become a sap. But how could he resist falling head over heels in love with a woman like Elena Gilbert?

"I missed this," she said quietly. He kissed her again in response, and this time the kiss deepened quickly as she returned it with an enthusiasm that matched his own. Before she knew it her back was being pressed hard against the still open door as Damon tried to cover as much of her body with his own as he could. He devoured her mouth, one hand in her hair and the other gripping her waist, and as he kissed her she felt a familiar heat beginning to build. A month apart was way, way too long. When he ground his hips into hers she moaned loudly, a noise that seemed to jolt him back into the present for a moment.

"Maybe we should go inside?" Damon suggested, his voice husky. "It's cold out."

"I'm not cold," Elena said. Her whole body felt like it was on fire all of a sudden. But she let Damon disentangle himself from her and followed him into the house.

"So do you think you did well?" he asked her, pulling her down onto the couch with him. She snuggled her body between his legs and he pulled her back against his chest, his arms wrapped around her so that her breasts rested on his toned forearms.

It had been a good term for her, escaping some of the drama of Mystic Falls and bonding with Caroline over frat parties and late night study sessions. More so the late night study sessions these past couple weeks, as she'd cracked down and made a serious effort for her first big college exams. It was why she hadn't been home in awhile, and why she hadn't let Damon visit her - she didn't trust herself to stay focused on studying when he was around. She'd talked with him on Skype, but it obviously wasn't the same. The feeling of his hard body, finally pressed against hers again was distracting her. She didn't especially want to talk. She wanted to go back to kissing him.

"I think I did well, but I don't want to jinx it," she replied.

"I would certainly hope so, given that you kept your charmingly handsome boyfriend at bay for four long, lonely weeks in order to prove your dedication to academic success." Damon drawled.

Elena tensed at his words. "Damon, it's really important to me," she said softly. "I want to have this normal college experience. I want to prove to myself that I can do this, I feel like-"

"Hey, hey I know," he interrupted gently. "I'm sorry babe, I was just teasing you."

She relaxed against him again. He turned her in his arms and tilted her chin up so he could meet her eyes, as his bore into hers with sincerity. "I want you to have everything you want from life. We have an eternity to be together, right?"

"Right," she whispered. He kissed her again, and she felt herself melt as he poured all of his love and longing for her into their kiss. Still between his legs, she could feel his arousal pressing into her and she needed to feel more. Her neck was strained in this position and she shifted, trying to get closer.

Damon helped her, flipping her around and pulling her on top of him and into his lap. She gripped his muscular arms and wrapped her long legs around his torso. Their kiss was consuming and Elena soon found her head spinning. She needed more of him, and it was probably best they didn't do this here.

"Upstairs?" She managed to say between kisses. "Someone – kiss – might – kiss – come."

"Oh, someone's gonna come alright," Damon promised, sending a jolt of hot arousal to her core. His hands roamed her body and it felt like they were everywhere all at once, gripping her bum, reaching under her sweater to explore her bare back, tangled in her hair pulling her deeper into his kiss. He ground himself up against her and she ground herself back down in return as best she could, but the fabric of her jeans was too thick and the lack of friction only served to frustrate her further.

He cupped one of her breasts gently and she pushed her chest into his large hand, demanding more. Damon obeyed, massaging the firm, perky globe, feeling her nipple hardening through her thin sweater and lacy bra. He switched hands and moved to the other breast, squeezing the nipple gently and eliciting a whine from the back of Elena's throat.

"You make the sexiest little whimpering noises when I play with your tits." Damon said to her as he placed open-mouthed kisses on her collarbone, her throat, her jawbone. He knew the vulgarity made her uncomfortable, but he knew it turned her on as well and sure enough he felt Elena's blood surging through her veins underneath his lips.

"I want you," she replied raggedly, trying not to blush. Damon had this way of making her feel just a little bit naughty, even slutty, but it was all only for him. No other man had ever made her beg or ache the way Damon did. Her breasts were aching for him now, for more direct contact, and the rest of her was aching too.

"How much?" he asked her hotly, moving from her breasts to run his hands up along her sides underneath the fabric of her sweater. She rolled her eyes mockingly at his arrogance.

"Damon," she said, intending for it to sound like a warning but it came out a little bit more breathlessly than she'd planned. She felt his fingertips grazing over the lace of her bra strap and bit back another one of those little whimpers he liked so much.

"How much do you want me, Elena?" he said again. That look was on his face and it sent a shiver up her spine. Damon knew how much she wanted him. He'd told her long ago that a woman aroused was almost instantly detectable to a vampire, that the aroma was better than any manufactured perfume. The liquid desire she felt gathering between her legs told her that her scent must be literally screaming to Damon right now.

"Maybe you should get these clothes off of me and find out," she replied.

"Challenge accepted," he said with an evil grin.

She helped him by raising her arms as he lifted the sweater over her head and tossed it to the ground, taking the opportunity to do the same with his own t-shirt. Elena reached out and touched him, tracing the defined muscles on her boyfriend's sculpted chest. He let her explore him with her hands as he took in the sight of her breasts in black lace, pebbled nipples peaking through brazenly. Then he guided her back down on the couch so that he could crawl on top of her. He kissed every newly exposed section of skin he could find, moving his lips from her cleavage down her stomach as he unzipped her jeans. Tugging them halfway down her thighs, he groaned when he cupped her through the fabric of her underwear and felt her wetness. She'd soaked her panties right through and he rewarded her by circling his thumb lightly over her clit. She arched into his hand.

"Always so ready for me," he praised, and that time she definitely blushed. He backed up to help her get her jeans the rest of the way off, admiring her exposed body now that she was just in her matching bra and panties.

"Baby you are so beautiful," he murmured, drinking her in with his eyes. He pushed his body between her thighs and leaned down to kiss her again. She wrapped her legs around him and held on to his shoulders as he began to move against her. He was painfully hard now and in need of any sort of friction he could get. Damon ground his clothed groin down against Elena's forcefully and she jolted, letting out a high-pitched squeal.

Damon froze. "You okay?" he asked with concern. She nodded, wide-eyed.

"Sensitive," she said by way of explanation. He grinned. "Oh I am going to take advantage of that," he promised.

"Damon!" she objected. He hushed her with another thrust of his hips, less roughly this time and at a slightly different angle, and she moaned in approval. He did it again, and again.

"That good?" he managed to ask as he moved against her.

"Yes. God, Damon. Yes yes yes yes!" Elena chanted, throwing her head back. He bent down and sucked on her exposed neck, careful to keep his fangs retracted, and Elena let out a strangled mewl.

"Damon, please," she begged. He was thrusting against her body, harshly rubbing against her clit with his every move. She could feel him straining against his pants, hard and wanting her but wanting even more to drive her crazy first. It felt incredible and just a little bit dangerous, going this far on the couch when anyone could walk in at any moment. People tended to just drop by the Salvatore Boarding House whenever they pleased, and given that it was the holidays this was especially risky. She hadn't seen Jeremy yet, he wouldn't be stupid enough to come looking for her would he?

She was too far gone to stop though, the fire Damon was feeding inside of her was raging now. She knew she was going to come any second and part of her was embarrassed that it was as easy as a little dry humping on the couch. It felt so good after so long apart.

"Close," she gasped. She dug her nails into his back, bracing herself for the pleasure that was taking over her body.

"God you are so fucking hot," Damon groaned. He kissed her lips, his breath uneven, trying to focus on her pleasure as he moved against her while keeping himself under control. Elena was flushed and writhing underneath him and he couldn't wait to rip their remaining clothes off and drive into her. Soon, he told himself.

Elena moaned breathlessly and he kissed her neck. "I want you to come, Elena," he told her. "Come on baby, come for me."

His words pushed her over the edge and she began shuddering violently underneath him. Damon watched her fall apart, her eyes closed and her jaw open as she screamed silently.

"That's it," he encouraged, thrusting against her still, letting her ride out her orgasm. "So good, you're such a good girl."

She whimpered in response, slowly stilling underneath him, her body spent.

Damon's cock was throbbing, the contact was almost painful at this point. He needed more, needed to be inside her so badly. He held himself up, his body hovering above hers as she opened her gorgeous brown eyes, her lust written all over them.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she managed, smiling at him. She reached up to cup the large bulge in his pants, and Damon groaned.

"Upstairs now?" she asked. He nodded roughly, getting up off the couch. Before she could stand he leaned down and took her in his arms, moving with vampire speed up to his bedroom.

A/N: Aaaaand that's Chapter 1! What did you think? I've got Chapter 2 already written, so please review if you'd like me to post it and tell me what you liked about Chapter 1 :)