He had to have her.

He had to have her.

He had to have her .

Elena's eyes searched Damon's face for answers, or maybe they were full of questions.
He didn't have answers or questions.

All Damon had were actions and reactions.

Damon had envisioned the first time they slept together playing out differently, but this wasn't sleeping together.

This was fucking and fucking was quick and dirty .
A primal need.

Damon became a man unhinged, hands moving of their own volition, closing around the backside of her jeans.

He flipped them around and pushed Elena's back against the stall where she'd had him trapped minutes before, caging her between his arms.
She gasped in surprise and Damon caught her lips in a kiss.
Elena kissed him back, harder, like she was still starving and he was her life source.
He was her life source.

Damon's blood had brought Elena back to him.

Elena was made for Damon.

Damon's hands found their way inside her jeans and he squeezed her ass.
Elena arched her back in response, lifting one of her legs to wrap around his waist, drawing him closer while her tongue tasted his.
He ground his hips into hers roughly, savoring the way she tasted, the way she felt as she wrapped herself around him, a state of lust consuming them both.

He had to have her.

He had to have her.

He had to have her.

Elena's hands moved to the front of her jeans to unbutton them, but Damon's hands got there first.
He tugged her jeans down, not caring if he ripped them, she could send an invoice to his secretary for all he cared.

He stroked the top of her thigh and dragged his fingertips across her skin gently, making her shiver in response.
His fingers dipped behind the delicate piece of lace keeping him from her.
It was the red pair he'd seen in her dresser. She smiled coyly as he ripped them off. He would buy her new ones if she wanted.
Elena sighed as he pushed a finger inside of her, feeling her, memorizing the feel of her muscles contracting around him, welcoming him home.
Elena moaned quietly in his ear.

He needed more.

Damon slipped another finger into her and her hands closed around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
He pumped his fingers into her, slowly, and then faster, and then slower.
She gasped and reached a hand out to his forearm.
He thought she was going to push his hand away, but she held his forearm still as she rocked her hips into his hand.

Damon watched her, fascinated.

The most beautiful creature on this earth was using him for her pleasure.

She was fucking his hand.

Elena's eyes were closed and her mouth slightly agape, quiet, gentle breaths escaping her lips.
Damon pushed her body against the stall as he kissed her, fingers still stroking her as her hands moved to his belt, kissing him back.
He knew she was close and that she would come if he kept this pace with his fingers.

Damon knew it was selfish, but he wasn't going to let his hand take credit for Elena's first orgasm with him.

He would make it up to her a million times over for pulling her back from an orgasm, but he needed to feel her come around his cock.
He'd spent two years fantasizing about the moment he would finally be inside of her, he needed it to be now.

Damon pulled his hand from her and she groaned in disappointment and frustration.
She glared at him as she finally undid his belt, her hand slipping inside his boxers.

He held his breath.

She stroked him and he instinctively moved his hips against her touch.

She let go and dropped to her knees, taking him in her mouth.

Fuck.

He was in her mouth.
He was fucking her mouth.

He pulled Elena up before her mouth cut the moment short.
She wrapped her legs around him as he walked them to the counter, setting her down on the edge.
His cock brushed against her and she shuddered.
Damon rested his forehead against hers.
He wanted to tell her he loved her.

"Damon," she exhaled, reaching down to stroke him, guiding him to her entrance. "I need you. Now."

He thrust into her.

He groaned as Elena gasped for air.

This was better than any fantasy he'd created in his head.
He could die at this very moment and he would die the luckiest man in the world.
His hands were on her hips, pulling Elena closer as her body pulled him deeper inside.
Elena's hand reached between their bodies to stroke her clit, her chin resting on Damon's shoulder as she panted what sounded like a combination of pleas and curses.

He remembered the mirror behind them, and he looked up at his reflection behind Elena.
He found their reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall.
Elena's eyes were open and she was watching him fuck her.

Damon's little voyeur.

Their eyes met in the reflection and she didn't look away.
They were both still half-clothed but watching Elena watch him thrust into her was truly going to be his undoing.

If she wanted a show, he would give her a show.

Damon grabbed Elena's hips keeping her body still as pulled out of her, her eyes flashing with anger as he stepped back.
Her lips were swollen from kissing.
He could still feel her on his lips.

"Take your top off," he ordered breathlessly.

She pulled her shirt off and reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra.
She pulled the bra away from her chest and dropped it at his feet.
Damon kept his poker face still. He wanted to reach out to touch her breasts.
He would worship her forever.

She was perfect.

He had to have her.

He had to have her.

He had to have her.

"Come here," he motioned with a finger, looking at her hungrily.
Elena hopped off the counter and reached for him, pushing his jacket off.
He pulled his shirt off, wanting to feel her skin on his.

Elena moved to close the distance between them but Damon was quicker.

Damon spun her around so they were both facing the mirror.
He spread her legs apart with his knee.
One hand on her hip, the other closed around her breast, pinching her nipple before making its way down her body.
"Watch," he ordered as he caressed her bare skin, reaching the apex of her thighs and dipping lower to find her clit.
Elena's eyes met his in the mirror as he entered her from behind.
She fought the urge to close her eyes, leaning her head back on him as she moaned softly.
He pulled out of her and pushed back in, watching her in the mirror, kissing the back of her neck.

"Come with me," he whispered into her ear.

He nibbled on her earlobe and kissed the side of her throat.
He teased a bite into the hollow of her neck, fangs slightly grazing her skin.
Her knees gave out as he held on to her, fucking her until he exploded into her.
He could feel her coming around him, her muscles contracting around his entire length.

She was holding on to his arms, gyrating against him, riding out the waves of her orgasm.
He kissed her neck again, pushing her hair away from her face.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she said as he held her.

He smiled into her hair.

"Caroline wasn't joking," she said with a shaky laugh.

"Don't talk about Caroline when my dick is still inside of you," he groaned behind her.

"That was incredible," Elena said as he pulled out, kissing the back of her head a final time.

He reached for their discarded clothes, handing her the forgotten bra and shirt.
They dressed in silence, washing their hands and fixing their disheveled appearance.

Damon reached for the lock and Elena's hand covered his.
He looked down at her and she reached up to cup his face, pulling him in for a kiss.
They kissed slowly as Elena pressed herself to his body once more.

"You have to stop doing that," Damon said, breaking the kiss. "I'm not opposed to a second round, however, I would like for it not to happen in a public bathroom. Again."

"Damon," Elena said. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"
His heart stopped.
Did she regret what they'd just done?

"The other day. The first day of my transition. I wasn't actually mad at you. It was just my-," Elena started.

"-emotions were heightened," Damon finished sarcastically. "It's fine, Elena."

"No, it's not," she shook her head. "I shouldn't have said those things to you. I didn't mean them. You're not morally corrupt."

Damon didn't feel the need to point out the irony of her statement:
Technically she was still his brother's girlfriend.

"Are you really moving to Iceland?" Elena asked.
"Looks like it," he nodded.

He unlocked the door and held it open for her.
Elena didn't say anything else as he followed her through the restaurant, making their way back to the booth where they'd left their things.
Damon wanted her to ask him to stay.
He wanted her to say she was ending things with Stefan.
Maybe even say that she wanted to go to Iceland with him.

They could start over where no one knew who they were.
But she remained silent as she gathered her envelopes.
She wasn't staying.
"I have to go," she said. "I'll, uh, call you later."
Damon nodded slowly as he took a seat.
He watched her walk to the front door.
She crossed the street and he lost her in the blink of an eye.

"Need anything else?" Matt asked from his left.

"Bourbon," Damon said. "Keep it coming."