AN; You've waited long enough – let's get on with it.
Been hospitalized due to disease but I'll try to catch up!

"Would you mind telling me what the hell is going on? I thought you were hungry?" Ric followed him out of the building, obviously wondering why his friend had turned around so quickly.

"The girl we saw – the brunette – you know the one who ran away when we entered the café?" Damon breathed as they walked down the street. He was in desperate need of fresh air. His thoughts raced at a furious pace.

"Oh, you mean Elena. She's a nice girl."

"You know her?"

"She's Jenna's niece. Her sister is a big fan of family gatherings – I've met Jenna's sister's kids a couple of times. Why? What's wrong? Wait, you know her?"

"What? You wait a second. Are you telling me that, Elena is– She's your new girlfriend's niece?" Damon shook his head in crazy confusion. This was not good. He could tell he was in deep shit. "Fucking great."

"What?"

"Elena is the girl." He hissed so that the people around them wouldn't be able to hear every single detail.

"What girl?"

"Oh, come on, Ric. How many of your brain cells are actually functioning? Elena is the girl I met in Vegas."

All of a sudden, Ric burst out laughing hysterically and a couple of people turned around to glare at them. Damon stared at his friend until he eventually trailed off and stopped, quietly pondering.

"So, what was it that you just told me? You slept with Jenna's niece? Geez, Damon, that's weird."

"Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying. I slept with your girlfriend's niece when I was in Vegas." Damon stated matter of factly. What was the point in lying? He was already screwed.

"So, let me get this straight – you had sex with her?"

"Yes."

"Like, real sex? Penetrating and all that–"

"Yes."

"You do know she's nineteen, right?"

It was Damon's turn to burst out into hysterical laughter, his stomach almost aching. "Haha, nice try buddy. She's twenty one."

"Well shit, dude, she must've lied to you." Ric said, slapping Damon's back. "She turned nineteen a couple of months ago. Jenna invited me to her birthday party. The pink candles on the cake said nineteen."

"Are you sure?" Damon pulled a hand through his hair, ruffling it – starting to feel quite a bit uneasy at the mere thought of him being ten years older than her.

"Yes."

Shit! He'd been so sure that she'd been at least twenty one. You had to be twenty one in order to enter the club. How on earth did she even manage to sneak in unnoticed? To her defence he had to admit that she'd looked and seemed so mature. Damn it, she'd fooled him. Nineteen? Well, thank fuck – at least she wasn't underage.

"What am I supposed to do now?" He shook his head. "She just bolted."

"Yeah, I noticed. But, personally, I think you should go talk to her. I mean, you do live in the same town now and you've had sex with her. You need to sort it out. So, go talk to her." Ric said supportively, being the voice of reason. "You know, be the grown up."

"I don't even know where she lives. Besides, I don't think she's up for a surprise visit right now. Maybe it's just better if I try to avoid her as much as possible, give her some time and space to come to terms with everything?"

"Nice try, buddy. You know that's not going to work."

"I know." Damon growled.

"So, go talk to her."

Alright, fine. Ric was right. He had to talk to her – he knew that. He had to be the grown up. He would be celebrating his twenty ninth birthday soon and had to act like an adult even if he didn't want to at the moment.

He didn't feel like barging in through her door and tell her to forget the night between them ever happened – although it would most likely be the smartest thing to do, considering the fact that she was nineteen!

This was too fucked up to be true.

Ric pointed him in the right direction and as he made his way to her apartment building, his heart beat like a drum. It was beating so hard and so incredibly fast that it almost hurt. He didn't know how to stop it. He almost felt lightheaded. Come on, Salvatore! It's time for you to man up.

He'd fantasized about her giving him a blow job two hours ago and now – everything was turned upside down.

The woman – girl – he'd been with in Vegas was living in the same town as him and the reality of it all freaked him out a little bit. What freaked him out even more, was the fact that Ric was dating Elena's aunt. 'What are the odds?' He questioned himself as he knocked on her door. 'I'm screwed, so screwed.'

Elena slammed her door shut with more force than what was necessary. Oh my, God. Oh my freaking God! Damon.

She'd freaked out when she'd laid her eyes on him and no one would be able to blame her for that. What was he even doing in her town? It was absurd.

Her head was spinning and her heart was beating a thousand beats per minute, it was literally racing so hard that she thought it was going to explode inside her chest.

And Ric! He obviously knew him. How was that even possible? How did they know each other? Did Aunt Jenna know Damon? This was so not good. Would Damon tell Ric about Ecstasy and the things that had happened in that room? She hoped not. Guys didn't gossip the same way girls did – did they?

Oh, this could easily turn out to be a disaster.

Everything would be revealed now, wouldn't it? Her sexy time in Vegas would definitely be revealed from behind the curtain and her parents would never let her set a foot at Katherine's place again. Shit!

And Damon! He wasn't staying in town, was he? Oh, no. No, no, no. Elena refused to even consider that to be the truth. It couldn't be. He was way too sophisticated to stay in a small town. Shit. She was officially freaking out.

She'd left the café in such a hurry that Carol might have thought that she'd gone mad or something. She'd excused herself as quick as possible. Her little Beetle had never been pushed to the limit before – frankly, it was a miracle that it had managed to survive this long, considering the way Elena usually drove like an old lady.

She'd seen the look on Damon's handsome face. He'd been so shocked that she'd almost felt bad about leaving the way she did. Almost. She'd panicked.

She sank down to the floor, leaned her head back against the door and pulled her hands through her long hair. "What am I going to do now?"

Elena started to sweat, started to hyperventilate, her chest aching badly – now was not the time for a panic attack. She put a hand above her chest and pressed lightly. Her heart was rushing, beating so fast and hard that it almost hurt her for real this time. She hated it.

"Everything will be okay." She told herself. "No big deal. This is no worse than the time you and Caroline got caught stealing her parent's alcohol. Yup. Get yourself together Elena and go back to work. Yeah. That's what you'll do and everything will work out they way it's supposed to. Be a grown up. Take responsibility."

She got up from the floor, checked her appearance in the mirror, pulled her hair into a high ponytail and tried to smile the best she could. The situation couldn't get any worse – right?

She would have to deal with everything regarding Damon, but after work. She had stuff to do, Carol counted on her to finish her shift – so that's what she was going to focus her attention on. She inhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves.

Her heart jumped when someone knocked on her front door. Without thinking twice, she swung the door open and froze immediately.

Blue orbs penetrated her brown doe eyes and her breath hitched in her throat.

She allowed herself to eye him back. He was dressed in dark jeans, a black t-shirt and a leather jacket. He looked sinfully sexy where he stood outside her door. His dark hair was perfectly tousled and he looked so gorgeous and delicious that she gladly would have taken a bite out of him. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side.

Her mouth fell open, forming an oh. Good Lord, he was so gorgeous.

For a second or two, they just stared at one another, unable to form words to describe what was going through their minds. It was crazy – beyond crazy even. It was completely… unfathomable. There were no accurate words to describe it.

She mentally kicked herself and tried to clear her throat without sounding like a choking cat.

"Would you like to come in?" Her mouth and throat felt like the desert.

She pushed the door open, motioned for him to walk inside. She was about to pull a hand through her hair when she realized she'd put it up into a high ponytail just seconds before he'd knocked on her door. Instead of playing with her hair, she started fumbling with her hands and biting her lower lip – traits she succumbed to whenever she felt nervous.

He stepped inside and it was a weird sight seeing him in her apartment. He seemed so relaxed, yet, tense at the same time. He didn't exactly fit in with her furniture and the rest of the simple decor. There was a hidden authority etched onto his entire demeanour as he moved. He seemed way out of her league and she gulped nervously. She took a deep breath before addressing him, knowing that her voice would be shaky and slightly hoarse.

"How'd you find me?"

He turned around to look at her, his face stern yet soft and graceful. He radiated strength, masculinity and power. No other man she'd met had been able to look so frightening and perceptive at the same time – it almost gave her the chills. She straightened, forcing herself to inhale and exhale without hyperventilating.

"The world's small. Apparently, my best friend is dating your aunt." He said, his tone cold and distant.

He might be the same man she'd met at Ecstacy but his composure and the way he acted was different this time around. Delete the word relaxed. This version of Damon was a lot more business-like and she wasn't sure that she liked it. He looked at her as if she was a case in a file and not a human being. He was without a doubt, a lawyer. She wanted to grimace. Was he going to handle her like one of his cases? Professionally? Or maybe he was here in order to pay her to keep quiet about their little 'affair.' A man like him had to be married, right? Oh, no, was he married? They'd met at a swingers club so the thought wasn't completely insane.

Thankfully, she managed to recollect her equilibrium and found her voice. She forced herself to be strong enough to reply.

"What a coincidence." She crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her shaking hands and made sure to stretch and give him a look of pure calmness.

"How old are you?"

Perfect! She didn't see that one coming. Had Ric told him that she was nineteen? Damn it. Was it even worth the risk of lying to him once again? Okay, no. Elena decided to go with the truth – it would eventually come out sooner or later.

"Nineteen." She said firmly, never breaking eye contact with him.

He turned from her and broke their eye contact.

"So, how'd you manage to get inside the club?" He walked over to the living room area and she followed him quietly, her arms still crossed.

"Um, don't you think your question is a bit irrelevant considering the situation? It's not like we can change what happened. I haven't told anyone about what happened between us. I'll keep quiet if that's why you're here, so don't worry about it. I mean, you obviously wouldn't want your wife to find out about us. I know how to keep a secret. "

He was quick to turn around, his eyes boring into hers once again. "I'm not married."

Was that tiny bit of information supposed to send butterflies through Elena's lower belly? Maybe? No, probably not. To be honest, she felt beyond embarrassed for voicing one of her fears concerning Damon and his relationship status. It wasn't like she could claim him for herself.

"You're not married?"

"No."

"Oh." Was all she managed to say before she frowned and hurried over to her small kitchen. She cursed herself for being so stupid. His relationship status was really none of her business.

"Can I ask you a valid question?" He asked, following her to the kitchen area.

"Sure."

"Why'd you rush off when you noticed me?"

"I– I don't know." She shrugged, opening a cupboard, standing on her tiptoes in order to reach one of the coffee mugs. "I guess I was just– taken aback and shocked, you know– seeing you there."

Shocked? That was the understatement of the year. She'd lost her mind and had almost blacked out the moment he walked inside Carol's Café. Never, in a million years had she expected to see him again. Him showing up at her work – that only happened in the movies, not real life.

She filled the cup without looking at him. She needed caffeine.

"You didn't expect to see me again." He stated, his voice kind of raspy.

"No. Why, did you think we would–"

"I'm a fatalist."

Elena looked at him, slowly nodding at his words – not really knowing what to say or how to respond to that. So, he'd been thinking about her? She tried to hide the small smile that somehow wanted to escape her at the thought.

The silence was deafening between them. Damon shifted, sighed and confessed that she'd been a complete surprise to him.

"I never thought I'd see you again. What are the odds?"

"I never thought I'd see you again either." She confessed, fumbling with her hands.

No. Elena Gilbert never thought she would see him again. She'd been sure that he would simply remain a precious memory that she would love, cherish and revisit from time to time but life obviously wanted other things. She didn't really know what to believe.

Their eyes locked and fire erupted inside her body, causing her to shiver all over. It was overwhelming.

"Do you want some coffee?" She almost stammered.

"I don't want coffee." He dismissed.

"Oh, okay."

"Yeah." He breathed, the air becoming thick and heavy again – unspoken desire hanging low above them.

Where did the explosive heat come from? She wanted to ask him what he wanted but wasn't bold enough to do that. Elena gulped and heaved a sigh, wanting to escape from his intense gaze.

"I should go."

"You live here."

"Right. You're right, I live here." She felt stupid and blushed, her cheeks turning hot.

"I should go."

"Unless you want some coffee?" She offered again – a small part of her hoping that he'd changed his mind.

"I don't drink coffee." He headed for the door. "Take care of yourself."

"Yes, you too."

"Goodbye, Elena."

"Goodbye, Damon."

A piece of her heart ached when hearing his goodbye. She watched him walk out of her life and collapsed on her sofa when the door closed with a familiar sound.

Elena closed her eyes and felt a part of her insides ache with emotions she didn't recognize. Was it sadness? Loss? Emptiness? Whatever the emotion was – it was powerful and it definitely had something to do with Damon. But, considering his blunt goodbye – she would never know for sure.

'You stupid idiot.' Damon thought of himself as he walked down the stairs. 'I don't drink coffee?' Ha! That must have been the worst lie he'd ever told someone. He lived on that shit. Fuck, he'd messed up.

He stopped in the middle of the stairs and frowned at his earlier behavior. He'd walked into her home with a superior façade, acting as if their night together hadn't affected him the slightest – which wasn't true. He'd felt the spark between them in Vegas and he had definitely felt the buzzing electricity between them in her apartment. 'Damn it.'

He sighed heavily and shook his head at his own stupidity. He took another step towards the main entrance before he made the decision to turn around and go back.

The aggressive knocking on her door caused her to hurry through the apartment. The moment she reached the door and finally saw the face behind it, she almost lost her balance. He stared back at her with the same intensity that she'd felt coming from him earlier. He was breathing heavily, gripping the doorframe above his head – he was close to being breathless. Had he been running? Not that it mattered right now.

"Damon." She breathed.

Her stomach suddenly filled with millions of butterflies and she knew that whatever she decided to do next would have consequences – but, she didn't care at the moment. He was there, in her apartment and she wanted him. She wanted him more than she'd ever wanted anything else. She wanted him so much that it hurt.

Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the door desperately. He found her hands and pried her fingers away. His gaze was so intense that she almost forgot how to breathe properly. Their fingers intertwined with each other and she couldn't fight it anymore. Apparently, Damon lost his ability to think straight as well.

"I don't give a flying fuck about coffee."

"Neither do I." She whispered.

"I want you and I can't explain it." He said, staring into her eyes, his voice husky. "Do you want me to go? I can leave right now, if that's what you want."

"No. No, I don't want you to go."

And then they were like two magnets that collided with each other while sparks exploded around them. She pulled him inside and his lips crashed down onto hers.

They were starving for one another and though she'd only been with him once – everything felt so familiar that she wanted to stop and cry at the sensation his touch created inside her.

He kicked the door closed behind them and pushed her up against the wall. He took her by surprise when he grabbed her behind, lifting her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. His erection pressed into her jeans clad center and she moaned as he rubbed himself against her. His tongue danced with hers and it felt as if they'd been doing it forever – almost as if they'd known each other their entire lives. He inhaled her scent, buried one of his hands in her hair and moaned subconsciously into her open mouth.

He moved them from the wall and stumbled further into the apartment. Damon placed her on the kitchen table, the black vase falling to the floor because of the sudden movement.

"Shit! Sorry."

"It's just a vase." She panted against his lips, a soft smile covering her face.

"I'll buy you a new one."

Elena pushed the leather jacket off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor before she released him. He grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. She inhaled sharply as she eyed him for the first time since – well, their first time. He was sexy beyond words. Truth be told, she could've been perfectly fine with just ogling him for an hour or two but as of right now, it was impossible for her to stop herself from touching him.

She ached for him in a way she'd never ached for a man before. She needed to feel him inside her, wanted him to take her hard and fast, craved his touch unlike anything else.

He devoured her mouth as if he was just as starved for her as she was for him. It sent a tingling rush through her limbs and she groaned into his mouth as he gripped her behind and pressed her against his cock.

She grabbed him by the hand, latching onto him and motioned for him to follow her further into the apartment.

They stumbled into her bedroom, discarding their clothes. He landed softly on top of her, his erection grinding against her wet and heated core. Tilting her hips to meet his, she grabbed hold of his buttocks and forcefully pulled him towards her. She gasped as he buried himself inside her.

"Ah, fuck." He groaned before kissing her.

She flexed her muscles around him and giggled softly when he growled in response. Both of them groaned in unison as the tip of his manhood hit her most sensetive and deepest spot.

She locked her long, slender legs around him and he kissed her deeply as he started to thrust into her, sliding effortlessly in and out of her body.

Their coupling was feverish, hot and sexy. It was fast, quick and hard. She craved him and urged him to move faster with every thrust. The sound of him slamming into her filled the apartment and her neighbor's might complain about the noise later, but, at the moment, she really didn't care.

Instead, she laced her arms around his shoulders, burying her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his manly scent, nibbling at his skin. Flesh against flesh – the sound was so erotic and heated a part of her that had been cold for so long.

"You feel so good. Shit. I'm close."

"Me too." She gasped as he angled his hips and reached a spot she barely knew how to find herself. Her muscles clenched around him, her lower belly aching with a heavy climax on the way.

"Fuck, wait."

Before she could comprehend what was happening, he pulled out of her and rested himself on his hands, hoovering above her, the tip of his cock brushing against the wet, sensitive skin.

"What are you doing? What's wrong?" She panted, her breathing heavy.

"I'm not wearing a condom." He groaned and swore quietly.

"Well, I– You're not going to believe me but, I don't have any condoms."

"Neither do I."

"Are you clean?"

"Yes." He said, sincerely. "I've tested myself regularly since I was in high school."

"I'm clean too." Elena raised her hips, causing her wet folds to glide nicely against his protruding erection, he closed his eyes. "And I'm on the pill so please, get back inside me."

"Are you sure?"

"God, yes."

At those words he growled low in his throat, sounding like an animal and slammed back inside her, causing both of them to groan out in pleasure. He fit her so well and she couldn't remember ever feeling so hot and horny ever before. He did something to her and she couldn't understand what it was – she just knew it had her panting and groaning under him.

As much as she wanted him to pound into her like a wild beast – she wanted to be able to see his face when he climaxed under her. Therefore, she motioned for him to move. He got the message without words escaping her and rolled them around.

She smiled down at him as he grabbed her hip with one hand and found the bundle of nerves with his other. He rubbed her carefully – almost as if trying to read her expressions as he touched her in hopes of pleasing her.

She rolled her hips, trying to find her own rhythm as she moved on top of him. She loved the fact that he made sure to thrust upwards and into her every single time she slammed her hips down.

Normally, she loathed being on top – it exposed her and she'd never felt beautiful, bold or strong enough to take charge before. She didn't care that her boobs bounced – because Damon seemed hypnotized by it. He managed to sit up, leaned down and captured a hardened nipple in his mouth, closing his lips around her left breast. She gasped at the sensation as he moved his mouth over her body – he sucked and nibbled at the sensitive flesh where neck and shoulder met, palmed her breasts, hugging her close to his body.

Elena pulled her hands through his hair, riding him as if her life depended on it. She was desperate for him, desperate to send him over the edge along with her. She realized she was taking what she wanted and without remorse.

The bed creaked underneath their body's fast movements, the headboard thumping against the wall.

She kissed him, holding onto his body as he groaned out loud and buried his head into the crook of her neck, reaching his climax. She exploded, shivers running through her. He embraced her, held her through the pleasure.

Stomach against stomach, chest against chest they sat still on her bed. Their bodies slick with sweat. He was still buried deep inside her and she felt as if her body was made of overcooked spagetti.

Both of them breathed as if they'd been running a marathon. He lazily trailed kisses along her neck as she murmured softly nothings against his skin, enjoying the feel of him.

"Coffee." He breathed quietly against her neck.

"What?"

"I drink coffee."

At those words, they both chuckled and she leaned her forehead against his, trying to hide the smile that spread across her face.

Love, Quinn