Elena spritzes on a light perfume and checks a look in the rearview mirror. There's something about that man that makes her heart tick up, her breath catch in her throat and raise her hackles, unlike anyone she's ever known before.

Stepping out of her car, she grabs the pizza, six-pack, and approaches his motel room. Balancing the pizza box on one arm, she raps on his door and waits.


Damon steps into the spray of the shower, letting the fall of the water rinse him off. He turns the hot water slightly higher and leans to the side to reach one hand out for the shampoo. He fills his palm with a generous amount and with a quick flick of his wrist, drops the bottle back into its resting place. Maneuvering out of the spray of the water, he threads his fingers through his hair and begins massaging the shampoo into it. Without urgency, he lathers it gently as the water pelts down on his body.

Damon closes his eyes, draws in a ragged breath as he runs his shampoo-covered fingers over his shoulders and down his front before stepping back to rinse himself off.

Satisfied that his hair is rinsed thoroughly, Damon presses his palms against the shower wall and relaxes at the feel of the water. Once it starts to run cold, he shuts off the shower, steps out, and wraps himself in a fluffy towel.

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom, a resounding volley of knocks comes from his door.

"You have the wrong room," Damon yells aloud as he towel dries his hair.

"It's Elena Gilbert," comes from behind him.

"Give me a minute; I just got out of the shower," he answers as he slips on a pair of black sweat pants and a gray v-neck tee shirt. Damon shrugs and opens the door.

"Can I come in? I brought supper."

"Sure..." he replies curiously and holds the door open for her. "What's the occasion?" He watches as she sets the beer and pizza on a small table.

"A couple of things. I was wondering how it went at the Cook property and I talked to another doctor friend of mine," Elena explains, noticing Damon eyeing the beer. "Have one and a piece of pizza. I hope deluxe is okay with you?"

"Is there any other?" Damon quips as he pops the tab on his beer can and takes a long slog of it. "It's good."

"They make it at one of our local breweries," Elena informs him as she bites into a slice of the pie.

"Pizza's good, too. The day was productive, we took several samples. Enzo's taking them back to Atlanta. I'll be here for a little while yet."

"I'm glad. We had a man in full respiratory arrest come in. The paramedics were doing CPR when he arrived but we couldn't save him. The family agreed to an autopsy though so we'll know conclusively whether he's another victim of this hideous virus."

"I'm sorry, Elena. It's always hard to lose a patient."

"Thank you." She brings the can to her lips and swallows a mouthful.

"You mentioned a doctor?"

"Yes. Her name is Reyna Cruz. Her grandfather is a Navajo Medicine man. She's going to talk to him and ask if he'll meet with us or at least allow her to reveal what he may or may not know. Many of our victims but not all have been Native Americans. Maybe they can give us some insight? We're grasping at straws here, Damon, so what's the harm in talking to them?" Elena asks, dabbing her mouth with a napkin.

"A medicine man, Elena," he replies skeptically as he extends his arm, wraps his fingers around Elena's wrist, and pulls her onto the bed beside him.

She looks hurt and beautiful as she comes even closer to him and she's awfully hard to resist.

"And I suppose you want me to let you tag along?" Damon posits.

"Oh, yes. Give them one of your smirks and they'll follow you anywhere." Elena glares at him.

"Stop! You're not mad," Damon scoffs.

"No?"

"No. You like the way I do things."

"I don't do things that way."

Elena jumps to her feet and Damon flinches. She starts to walk away but he latches onto her arm and pulls her back.

"We're caught in the middle of something deadly here and I'm going to continue to do things the way I think they should be done."

Their eyes lock.

Damon pulls Elena to him and kisses her.

"How dare you kiss me!" Elena reaches for Damon and plants her mouth firmly on his.

"I don't like fast women!" Damon's actions belie his words as he embraces her.

"And I hate arrogant men!" Elena starts to nibble on his ear.

Damon grins smugly as they fall onto the bed. He's lying on top of Elena kissing her. He pauses and raises his head when he hears a stereo begin to blare loudly.

Elena reaches up and pulls him back down to her.


Damon's mind is fuzzy, the last remnants of a dream being chased away by the realization that he's awake again. He cautiously opens one eye to look around but finds the space beside him empty.

"Elena?" he calls out.

Elena comes out from the bathroom wearing Damon's shirt over her black lingerie and walks back to the bed.

"Hey."

"Hey," Elena echoes and jumps into bed beside him.

"Thought you might've left."

"No, I don't have to be at work for..." Elena holds her wrist up and looks at it as if there's a watch. "At least twenty minutes ago." she smiles and kisses Damon before pulling away.

"What's that face?"

"What face?" Damon smiles.

"That face."

"I'm happy," Damon replies with a waggle of his brows.

He smiles again and Elena does too before they kiss once more. She rolls on top of him and threads her fingers in his hair and pulls, eliciting a sexy growl from him. His head drops back against the pillow as his mouth dips down into her cleavage.

Elena feels a rush of warmth shoot straight to her core. She pulls his mouth back to hers and runs her tongue along the seam of his lips.

Damon opens up for her without hesitation and she dips it inside of his mouth to tangle them together. His breath comes out in a sharp hiss when she traps his bottom lip between her teeth. His intense gaze sends another wave of heat blasting through her. With a quick shift, he's on top of her.

His bare chest presses against her breasts as he kisses and licks his way down her neck to her nipple. When his warm mouth seals itself around one of them, her body bows off the bed. Damon continues down her body and when his tongue dips between her legs, sparks go off behind her eyelids.

Raising her hips to meet his mouth, she grinds hard against him, hissing loudly.

Damon licks, sucks and nips working her higher and higher. With one last long swipe with his tongue, her release slams through her with waves so powerful that they're almost violent. Feeling him crawl back up her body, she spreads her legs and tilts her hips up. He sinks into her easily and starts moving.

When his slow, deep thrusts start to become a little more urgent, she feels her belly begin to tighten again. Her hips meet his thrust for thrust, as he gets closer to his own release, she drops her hands to his ass and pulls him in deeper.

His hand slips down her body until it reaches her core. With a few gentle tweaks of his fingers and one great drive of his hips, she falls apart the same moment he does. His face is buried in the spot between her neck and shoulder and she can feel his heart pounding against hers...


Damon no more than steps beneath the steamy spray of the shower when the frosted doors slide back and Elena steps in. Turning to her with a sexy smirk, he rakes his eyes over her gloriously naked body.

"We had quite a workout, we better get cleaned up before you go to the hospital."

"Do you promise to be thorough?" Elena teases in an innocent voice as she brings her hands up over her breasts, her fingertips sliding over her nipples, biting her lip as she watches the flames begin to flicker in his eyes.

"I won't miss a single spot..." Damon's heated gaze follows every movement of her fingers. Bringing his wet lips to hers, he suckles her bottom lip gently and swallows her soft moans with a bruising kiss. After which he steps back to reach for the shampoo.

"The kissing stopped!" Elena pouts adorably.

"Kissing will resume momentarily," Damon quips, filling his palm with a generous amount of shampoo. He threads his fingers through her hair and begins lathering it in gently, he smirks as her eyes close in pleasure.

Elena slides her fingers along his stomach, tracing his ribs slowly... Trailing them higher, she runs her nails gently over his nipples.

"Are you trying to torture me?" He grinds out, his hands tightening in her hair.

Elena giggles softly. "If I was trying to torture you, I'd just do this." She brazenly wraps her palms around his cock and strokes him.

Dropping his forehead onto hers, Damon moans and thrusts deeper into her hand.

Biting her lip, Elena slides her hand down and cups him, squeezing gently.

With a groan, Damon draws in a deep breath as his knees threaten to give out. Forcing himself to stand tall, he slides his fingers from her hair and gently nudges her under the stream of water to rinse out the shampoo.

When he's satisfied, Damon backs her up against the shower wall, dipping his head down to drag his lips against hers in a kiss that has them both moaning in pleasure.

Pressing his arousal against her stomach, he slides his hands from her shoulders and once again covers her breasts, cupping them with an urgent gentleness.

Grasping her fingers at his waist, Elena moans against his lips.

As Damon presses them deeper into his hands, Elena slides her mouth down his throat, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the way as she trails her tongue lower and wraps her lips around his tightened nipple. She smiles at the smothered groan that vibrates in his chest.

As he strokes his thumbs over her nipples, Elena presses her lower body into him, seeking relief against the rush of heat pulsing between her legs.

Sliding his hand between their bodies, Damon presses her back against the shower wall and begins a slow caress of her folds as his mouth moves back over hers. As they kiss, he slides one finger into her tight body and pumps gently. Swallowing her whimper, he drags his thumb over her clit, his heart thumping as her body quakes against his hand.

Closing his lips around her tongue, Damon sucks it deep into his mouth as he slides a second finger into her. He pumps fast and hard while grunting against her lips.

As his eyes go dark with arousal, Elena raises one shapely thigh to rest on his hip, spreading herself open to his touch.

Damon works his thumb faster, pressing and circling until he feels her hips buck, and she pants his name. As Elena rides out her orgasm with his name streaming repeatedly from her lips, he grinds himself tightly against her hip and buries his face in her neck.

Elena smiles as she slides her fingers over the head of his cock, trailing her thumb back and forth over his sensitive tip.

Damon raises both hands high on the shower wall, bracing himself.

Stroking him, Elena closes her eyes as she savors the feel of him in her hand.

Damon jerks forward and with a curse, he comes fast and hard into her hand. Shudders rack his body as he rides out his orgasm. With his forehead low and pressing into her shoulder, he mumbles something incoherent and sucks in deep breaths trying to calm his racing pulse.

When his breathing slows, he nuzzles her ear before quickly trailing his tongue along her jawline while one of his hands covers her breast. His fingers pinch her nipple just enough to make her gasp and buck her hips.

"Mmm," Damon whispers with his mouth hovering over hers.

"Damon...please...", she moans.

He raises her arms, holding them there as he shifts slightly and presses his cock against her hip to grind against her.

"Damon...", she pants with her eyes barely open.

As her body writhes against him, Damon picks her up, and wraps her legs around his waist, spreading her open.

With his tip poised, he kisses her ardently, pulls her hips forward, and slides deeply into her waiting body. Feeling her tighten around him, Damon begins a rapid grind against her, pumping in and out, slamming her back against the shower wall.

Elena rotates her hips, pressing forward to meet each of his thrusts.

Covering her mouth with his, he quickens his pace and matches her deep, throaty moans with his own.

Panting, Elena grinds down hard, allowing her body to take him deeper. Freeing her mouth, she throws her head back and cries out his name as her orgasm rips through her.

Damon fills her tight and deep as he empties himself with a loud moan against the skin of her neck. With her walls fluttering around him, he continues to thrust, allowing his body to absorb every last sensation.

Softly panting, she rides it out and presses herself tightly to him in an effort to savor every last second of having him inside of her.

Feeling his arms wrap around her lower back and hold her to him, she kisses his neck and sighs against it, small tremors all that remains of her orgasm.

"Holy God..." Elena moans, her face buried in his neck.

Pulling away from her, he gently lowers her feet to the floor, his hands at her waist to hold her steady.

"You have no idea," he kisses her hair as he turns off the water.


"I need to stop at home and change clothes. I'll see you at the hospital. Our meeting with Reyna is at 11:30." Elena grabs her bag from the table and walks to the door.

Damon pulls her into another kiss. "Mm. Hmm." he steps back.

"Listen, Damon, we..."

"No. No, no-no. Don't ruin it." Damon places a finger to her lips.

She pushes his hand out of the way and smiles. "You don't even know what I was gonna say."

"Well, I'm assuming it starts with, "We have to... and then ends with, "talk about this."

"We should," Elena counters.

"I know we should, but can't we just let ourselves enjoy one secret, selfish day first?" Damon holds up one finger and looks at her with his blue puppy dog eyes.

"OK, one day." Elena holds up one finger.

"Yes!" Damon pumps his arm.

Elena smiles and after pressing a quick peck to his lips, opens the room door.

"I'll walk you to your car." Damon follows her outside.

"Bye, Damon," Elena says softly as she slides behind the wheel. Just as she's about to pull onto the highway, she gives him a wave of her hand and pulls into the flow of traffic...


Apologies for the lateness. Monday I had to recertify in CPR. Yesterday I went to see the neurosurgeon with my husband. He's going to be having neck surgery and when I got home, the internet was down at the house.

Thanks so much, everyone.

Known as Hatalii, the Navajo medicine man is dominant in the Navajo culture ever since its inception. Holding great respect among the Navajo people, he performs the main healing ceremonies on which the Navajo people rely at times of sickness.

I recalled a little of 4x8 before the dastardly sire-bond was revealed.

J.S. Eades some of you know her as Elvish Grrl - The Shattered Mirror- Dear Miss Lonely Love- here on fanfic. Jenn just published the second book in her 'Forever 21' vampires series. It's called 'More Than Just Blood'. It's available on Amazon.

Be on the lookout for 'Kiss of the Sabre'...

Have a wonderful day.