Chapter 4

Once Caroline got back to Elena's with a stack of dresses and a suit case full of make-up and hair tools, Damon felt like it was safe to leave. He all but skipped down the sidewalk to his Camaro. He felt like a school girl. He couldn't wipe this damn smile off his face. It's ok. I get to be happy for half a minute, he thought as he started his car and cranked up the radio. His plan was simple: stay as far away from Stefan as possible until he was sure Elena wasn't going to have any steamy fantasies that left him visibly altered. Damon smirked to himself at the thought. I'll have to remember to go by the old witch house and thank those kinky minxes for concocting such a fabulous spell.

He hadn't been driving ten minutes when it happened.

Damon hopped through Elena's window and positioned himself in his place on the window seat. Elena was lying down on her bed deep in thought, but her head whipped around at his entrance.

"Am I interrupting something?" Damon joked, not wanting to miss an opportunity to ruffle her feathers. "I mean, I can come back if you need a few more minutes to get the job done. Or I could help?" He did his signature eye thing for emphasis.

"Actually," Elena smiled coyly, "I wouldn't mind some help. Unless you just want to watch." As she spoke, Elena's hands wondered down her body, caressing her breasts. She let her right hand continue to wonder down her slightly exposed stomach and under the waistband of her navy blue pajama shorts.

Damon nearly fell off his perch on the window. I'm a hundred and seventy year old vampire for God's sakes. Get it together, Damon.

"Sure, Elena. Just tell me what you want me to do." Damon said, confidence returning. He rose and took off his leather jacket, placing it back on the window seat before slowly meandering over to Elena's bed. He didn't remove his eyes from her for a moment as she stroked herself, moaning softly, eyes closed. Damon's cock twitched in his pants at the beautiful sight laid before him, a sight he never thought he'd actually get to see firsthand.

Elena's heartbeat was increasing, her breath was coming out in small pants, and Damon could smell her arousal. Unconsciously, he unbuttoned his pants and started stroking himself. As much as he wanted to touch her, to feel her under his skin, this was nice, too. But then she said, "Did I just imagine that you offered to help me out? I didn't think you were the kind of guy not to follow through."

That's all it took for him to spring into action. "I'll take that as a challenge," he said as he effortlessly placed himself on top of Elena's legs, grabbing either side of her short shorts. Can these things technically even be called shorts? He slid them down and tossed them aside, forgotten. Then he removed Elena's hand from the diligent work she was doing between her legs, and he licked her finger clean of her essence. She groaned, and Damon's erection hardened further.

He brought his own fingers down to ghost along the outside of her lace panties. He could feel how damp she was even through the fabric. Elena wiggled against his hand, wanting more. "Get on with it then," she ordered.

Without preamble, Damon ripped her panties away with two hands and brought a finger to rest on her clit. He started circling, slowly at first, then faster. Elena moaned.

"You like that?" Damon teased, but she couldn't answer. He saw her white fist the sheets with both hands as he stuck one finger, then another inside of her. She was so wet that they slid in seamlessly. He continued to drive his fingers in and out as he brought his tongue down to swirl around her sex. Elena panted loudly and squirmed. Damon used his other hand to hold down her hips as he continued to work her clit with his tongue. "You taste so good, Elena," He breathed. And he meant it. She tasted better than he could have ever imagined.

Damon could tell she was nearing her release. He sped up his tongue and fingers. Vamp speed came in handy like that. Elena screamed his name. It was the most blissful sound he'd ever heard. Then she went rigid for just a moment before going over the edge. She came hard and long, and he continued to pump her as she rode out her orgasm, her walls pulsing and sliding against his fingers. She sighed. "That. That was amazing," she said.

Damon knew almost immediately that he was going to have to pull his car over. The vision bombarded him and all his senses went into overdrive. If he didn't stop the car, he was going to run his precious Camaro into a light pole.

Luckily, he wasn't too far from the boarding house. He prayed Stefan wasn't home as he used his vamp speed to run directly to his bathroom. He arrived just as he was going down on Elena in the vision. He groaned. God, how I wish this was real!

Damon did the only thing he could do. He pulled out his throbbing erection, grabbed some tissues and some lotion, and went to town. And as the vision wrapped up and Damon came hard into the awaiting tissue, he knew this wasn't going to be the last time he'd have to do this.

Back in her bedroom, Elena wished, and not for the first time, that she owned a vibrator. In the end, it hadn't been necessary. The vision alone was enough to bring her sweet relief. She could feel every sensation, just as she had the night before, just as Bonnie had said she would. She leaned against her bathroom door, panting, mind foggy, trying to come to her senses. A nagging at the back of her mind reminded her that Caroline was downstairs and would soon be worrying about her whereabouts when her phone rang.

Elena knew that it was Damon before she even looked at the caller ID. Was he calling to apologize? Hadn't they just agreed to do their best not to fantasize, even a little bit, about the other? Was he just messing with her? She wouldn't let him win. She schooled her voice, trying to sound cool and collected, as she answered, "Hello?"

"Elena, what the fuck?! I was driving! I know I'm indestructible, but you could have killed the Camaro." Damon yelled through the phone.

"Damon, what are you talking about?" Elena spat back, defensive. Is he seriously blaming me for this?

"We just had this whole heart to heart about keeping our minds to ourselves. I hadn't even been gone ten minutes, Elena!"

"Damon, where do you get off? I didn't do anything. I thought it was you." Elena was seething now.

There was a beat of silence, and then Damon said, "Ok, maybe it's just another stage of the visions?"

Elena had a thought. "Hey, Damon, what about last night? Was that you?" Elena went into her bathroom, shut the door, and turned on the tap before whispering, "You know, the whole 'I want to see you come' fantasy thing…" Elena trailed off.

"No," Damon sighed. "I thought that was you, too." Damon said simply.

"I don't think so. I can't be sure. I mean…I've thought about similar scenarios," Elena admitted, "but none were quite that detailed."

"Same," Damon relented.

"Maybe it's our subconscious?" Elena queried.

"Were you asleep just now," Damon asked, incredulous.

"No," Elena sighed. "I was just trying to think of why this vision and last night's vision were different from the ones we were both experiencing earlier today. Do you have any other ideas?"

"I have a working theory, but I may need your help to test it out." She could hear the smirk on his voice.

"Now?" She asked, her body filling with trepidation.

"No time like the present, Elena. It may be a prolonged experiment, though," Damon teased. "After all, now that we've made our observation and I have formed a hypothesis, we have to test that hypothesis, draw a conclusion, then replicate the results. And I think we may need to replicate them several times to be sure."

"Well, aren't you quite the scientist," Elena laughed.

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Elena waited for Damon to explain, but then he said, "Hey, I'll call you back. Stefan just got home."

"Sure. Talk soon." Elena resisted saying 'Love ya, bye,' but just barely.

"What do you think, Elena?" Caroline asked as Elena walked down the stairs. "Stilettos or wedges?" Caroline sashayed across Elena's foyer, two different shoes on her feet. She looked amazing. As always.

"Definitely the stilettos. Klaus won't be able to resist your long legs in those," Elena confirmed.

"Speaking of resisting long legs…" Caroline trailed off.

Elena looked at her questioningly.

"Well, Damon was over here an awfully long time this afternoon," She said, getting to the point finally.

"Yea, we had a lot to talk about," Elena tried to shrug off the conversation she could feel coming.

"Come on, Elena," Caroline said frustrated. "Tell me what is going on. I know he called you just now. Have the visions started?"

Elena felt bad deceiving Caroline. "Honestly, Car, they started last night. I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner. We just didn't want everyone to know."

"And by everyone, you mean Stefan," Caroline inferred.

"Well, yea. And maybe not telling my baby brother that I'm constantly having sex dreams would be a good idea," Elena shuddered. Caroline laughed.

"So…you're in love with Damon," she stated. It wasn't a question, but she was still waiting for an answer.

"Car, I know what he did to you, and to all of us. I know he hasn't always been the greatest person. But he's changing," Elena tried to defend her feelings.

"Elena, it's ok. Really. You're right. He's changing. You've changed him," she smiled and Elena smiled back relieved. Then, "So, tell me more about this spell."

Elena sighed. "Well, we figured out that at least some of the visions are triggered when one of us fantasizes about the other. Bonnie thinks it's a good thing, that if we can control them then we can keep from having them, but I'm not so sure."

"Why not?" Caroline asked, intensely interested.

"When you were little did you ever play the pink elephant game? You know, your mom or teacher or friend would say, 'Don't think about pink elephants,' and then all you could think about…" Elena trailed off.

"All you could think about was Damon, naked in the shower." Caroline blurted and both girls burst out laughing. When they had both settled down, Caroline asked, "So, when are you guys going to do the dirty."

"Caroline!" Elena cried, acting appalled but secretly a thrill of desire ran through her entire body.

"Speak of the Devil. I hear Damon's car. That's my cue to head to the Grill to meet Klaus," Caroline hugged Elena and started walking to the door, but then she stopped and turned around. "Hey, Elena?"

"Yea?"

"You know it would be ok if you did," she said.

"Did what?" Elena asked, confused.

She smiled and her voice lowered to a whisper, "If you…you know….If I remember correctly, he's really good at what he does."

Elena flushed scarlet, pushed her friend out the door and yelled "Good luck!" to her retreating backside as Damon hopped up the front steps.