A/N: I just want to thank everyone for the positive response so far. This is my first attempt at fanfiction. I've had this idea rolling around in my head and it just had to come out. I have a few chapters written, but be prepared for the updates not to be so fast in the future. Please favorite and review if you like it. Thanks!

Chapter 2

An hour later, the gang was assembled haphazardly around Elena's living room. She sat in the middle of the couch assessing her friends. They were more than friends, really. Over the last year, they had become her family. Her home. Her eyes roved to her brother who sat hunched forward in the arm chair, resigned. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop, knowing it would. It always did. Her eyes continued to Tyler, standing next to Jeremy, unable to keep still. He looked ready for murder and perfectly capable of it. Caroline sat next to Elena, looking worried as she bit her bottom lip while Matt sat directly across on the floor. As per usual, his gaze held a rugged determination. Stefan sat across from Jeremy in the other arm chair. His whole demeanor screamed of defeat and desolation. Looking at him made Elena's heart hurt. Bonnie stood statuesque next to the fire place, clearly pissed. And Damon, well, Damon, incredulously, seemed nervous and fidgety sitting to the left of Elena. His arm brushed hers on accident as he sat down, and he pulled away as if his sleeve had caught fire.

"Okay, Bon-Bon, everyone is here. Can we get started with story time please?" Damon piped.

"Klaus kidnapped me last night," Bonnie seethed between clinched teeth.

Elena gasped. She had thought her friend looked a little disheveled, but she had never expected this. Everyone was clearly shocked. Cries and questions went up all around the living room.

"I'll explain everything, you guys. Just be patient and listen. And yes," she acquiesced, "I'm fine. He didn't hurt me." Elena relaxed a little at that and forced her face into a small smile for Bonnie's sake. She felt Damon shift beside her. Why am I so aware of him today? That damn dream. Maybe after we get to the bottom of this, I can ask Bonnie about it. But Elena dismissed the thought as soon as she had it. Too embarrassing. I'll figure it out somehow.

"So Klaus threated to kill my mom and dad if I didn't cooperate with him. He wanted me to cast a spell, which I did."

"What spell, Bonnie?" Damon all but growled from his place on the couch.

"I'll get to that," Bonnie sighed, visibly annoyed by the interruption. "The spell I cast, in the grand scheme of things anyway, isn't a big deal. I know he made me do it to piss off Stefan." At that statement, Stefan's eyes snapped up to Bonnie. Elena saw fear and anxiety cloud his face as he anticipated Bonnie's next words. Is fear better than desolation? It was hard to witness. She had a hard time wrapping her mind around this Stefan. The Stefan she knew was confident and happy, caring and unwavering. This Stefan seemed broken. In that moment, Elena wanted to kill Klaus.

"But I also think it's a distraction," Elena heard as she refocused on Bonnie's words. "He wants us scrambling around trying to figure this out and in the meantime, he-"

"He can pull off something diabolical." Damon interrupted.

"Exactly," Bonnie nodded.

"Okay, you've got my attention, Little Witch. I think we need to send Blondie on a reconnaissance mission. See what she can find out." Damon leaned over Elena to look at Caroline. "Can you handle that? Because if you can't…"

Elena stiffened at Damon's nearness. She couldn't help remembering her dream. Images flashed before her eyes. She was on his couch messaging his cock. She was in his bed moaning as he thrust into her. He was kissing her neck. Pinching her breasts. Elena's heart rate sped up and she felt the telltale signs of heat spread through her lower belly.

Damon sucked in a breath next to her, cutting off whatever words he was about to say. He shifted his eyes to Elena for a fraction of a second as he grabbed a throw pillow and squeezed it in his lap. Elena couldn't help but remember his words from her dream last night. Could he really smell her arousal? Had that tidbit been true?

"What's wrong?" Bonnie asked Damon, noticing his demeanor shift. "Did something happen just now?"

"I'm fine," Damon murmured, seeming tired all of a sudden. Elena wanted to caress his cheeks and stroke her thumbs under those tired eyes, kiss him, and just hold him. As Elena imagined herself performing these intimate actions, she noticed Damon's eyes widening with shock. Something was happening to him. But what?

"Why, Bonnie? What aren't you telling us?" Elena asked, attempting to pull her attention away from Damon, a pit of dread forming in her stomach.

"It's the spell. The one Klaus made me cast last night. It's called a foreplay spell."

"Kinky," Tyler laughed, a mixture of disbelief and mirth peppering his face.

"Bonnie, that doesn't even sound real. What's it involve?" Jeremy asked seriously. Everyone in the room seemed to lean forward subconsciously, curiosity peppering everyone's face.

"Trust me. I wish it wasn't real, but it is. As you know, the Bennett witches used to be part of a larger coven that were burned here in Mystic Falls a long time ago. Many of the spells I learned from Grams were passed down from them. The coven used to cast this spell for couples as a wedding gift. They would perform the spell the week of the wedding," Bonnie explained.

"Ok, so what's the spell actually do, Bonnie?" Stefan's voice permeated the room, sounding more like himself than he had in months. Bonnie was presenting him with a problem and he was trying to suss out how to fix it. Elena could almost see the clogs working in his head.

"Well, umm, that's the thing," Bonnie squirmed. "From what I understand, it causes erotic visions that the couple will share. And the visions themselves…well…"

"Spit it out, Bonnie," Damon growled.

"They're visceral. The couple will feel every sensation like it's real. They won't necessarily feel a touch on, say, their arm, but they may get goosebumps from said touch. Does that make sense? I think there's more to it the longer the spell is in effect, but I'm not positive. Grams never saw the spell in action, and Klaus didn't elaborate on what he knew either."

"Who did he have you cast the spell on, Bonnie?" Stefan asked, still calm but more intense this time, already knowing the answer.

"I hope it's me! What'd'ya say, Caroline?" Tyler inquired, eyebrows shifting up and down suggestively.

"Gross!" Caroline took off her shoe and threw it at him.

Bonnie cleared her throat. "No, umm…"

Suddenly it clicked. Elena sat up straight. "It's me," she murmured. The extremely realistic dream. The sensations she'd felt in her sleep surpassing anything she'd ever experienced before, even in real life. The fact that Damon had mentioned having a dream of his own…Her cheeks reddened at the thought.

But before anyone could ask her how she knew, Damon ranted, "Of course it's you, Elena. It's you and me. Klaus is trying to piss Stefan off and distract the key players. Who else would it be?" Damon huffed, but he didn't look at her. In fact, it seemed he was pointedly trying not to look at her.

"You're right," Bonnie confirmed simply.

Elena dared a glance over at Stefan. His face was unreadable, but she knew this was probably his worst nightmare come true. Klaus had definitely hit the mark with this one. Elena noticed that Damon was assessing Stefan, too.

"Ok, here's what we do," Damon suddenly came to life. "Caroline, you go sweet talk Klaus, see what you can find out. Bonnie, you have to break the spell. Let's you, me, and Elena stay here and work on that now. Everyone else can go until we know more."

Listening to Damon bark orders suddenly had Elena very turned on. This was one of her favorite things about him. He played the hero to the tee. His take charge attitude. The way he formed a plan, delegated the parts, and executed it without hesitation. His willingness to do just about anything to get the job done. The way he did all these things for her without thinking twice. Her heart swelled, and it took her a moment to notice Bonnie was speaking.

"Well, wait. Breaking the spell may not even be necessary," Bonnie sighed. "We don't even know if the spell worked. It only works if the couple in question is…" She stopped abruptly.

"Is what, Bonnie?" Elena practically begged. She hadn't had the courage to speak up and tell them all that the spell had definitely worked. Not yet. But now she knew that Damon hadn't either. And if the visions were shared, then he definitely knew.

"Well, the spell was created as a wedding gift, meaning it was meant for lovers. So, for the spell to work," Bonnie paused, shrugging, "the couple has to be in love."