Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).

Warning for smut and bad language.

Miss Mystic Feels

Dear Diary

I'm sat at the boarding house waiting for Stefan to start to feed. He nearly killed Amber Bradley yesterday. Damon is out on some mission with Alaric to find Isobel, which gives me some time to catch up with my diary. I managed to sneak this one over to the boarding house, hopefully he doesn't spot it. But I need to write about what happened last night. I had another one of my dreams about him.

Yesterday was the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant. Stefan was high on human blood and left me stranded with no dance partner. Amazingly, Damon stepped in to prevent me from being humiliated. I'll never forget that moment he touched me, I've never felt anything like it before. No matter what happened for the rest of the day, the only thing that I could concentrate on last night when Damon finally managed to force me to leave Stefan and go to bed, was his touch. It wasn't really much of a surprise when I went to sleep and I began to dream about exactly what did happen, and then dream about what I wished would have happened.

I just hope I didn't cry out Damon's name in my sleep,because there's a good chance he would have heard.

E

The previous night's dream

Elena walked out of the dressing room door and into the hallway where heard Boccherini's Menuet Celebre being played by the band whilst she saw Tina Fell and Caroline waiting to be called for their introductions. She tried to forget what had just happened between her and Stefan. What Damon had told her explained everything that had seemed off with Stefan over the past couple of days, his jovial mood, his strange grin. Ric had even mentioned something about him being off, however Elena had put it down to him coming off the human blood, not the fact that he was still on it.

Elena was angry, when Damon revealed to her what Stefan was up to, she initially didn't believe him as she never expected Stefan to so blatantly lie to her about something so important. However, the minute he walked into the room, Elena could tell straight away something wasn't right. His eyes had a wild, crazy look about them and he even went as far as blaming her for his lies. This meant being stood in the hallway with Caroline and Tina, was the last place she wanted to be. The revelations had given her a mixture of anger and fear. Anger regarding his lies and fear of what he might actually do.

"Miss Tina Fell, escorted by Bartholomew Whitmore." Mayor Lockwood called out, pulling Elena out of her reverie as Tina descended the stairs to her escort whilst Elena looked over the balcony at the awaiting crowds.

"Has anyone seen Amber?" Carol Lockwood asked as she walked past as both Elena and Caroline, who ignored her.

"Do you see Stefan down there?" Elena asked Caroline who walked over to the balcony to take a look, just in case Elena had missed him.

"Nope, just my boring fill in escort." Caroline sighed.

"What happened to Matt?" Elena asked.

Caroline rolled her eyes. "They wouldn't let him out of work." she frowned. "Wait, what happened to Stefan?" she asked.

"I don't know, he just disappeared somewhere, I don't know." Elena replied, shaking her head. "What am I doing? I never should have gone through with this." she frowned.

"What do you mean?" Caroline asked confused.

Elena shook her head. "I need to find Stefan, this isn't me, I'm not this person anymore." she told Caroline as she turned to walk back to the dressing room.

"No, no, no way, no." Caroline stopped her. "You had your chance to drop out and believe me I was all for it because there is no way that I could beat you." Caroline looked Elena up and down. "Elena, you're doing this because it was important to your mom." she reminded her.

"Miss Caroline Forbes and her escort Jeffrey Lockwood Hamilton." Mayor Lockwood called out as Caroline gave her one last reassuring smile before she descended the stairs to her escort to the sound of clapping.

"Elena, you're next." Carol Lockwood whispered as she beckoned her over.

"Miss Elena Gilbert, escorted by Mr Stefan Salvatore." Mayor Lockwood's voice rang out followed by more clapping. Elena took a deep breath and began to slowly walk down the stairs, only to find an empty space where Stefan should have been stood waiting for her. Suddenly Damon appeared at the bottom of the stairs in Stefan's place, preventing her from facing what would have been the utter humiliation of being abandoned. The shock of his appearance in his place almost made Elena stop where she was, for two reasons, firstly Damon never did anything for anybody just to be nice, and secondly, she couldn't help but notice how good he looked in his suit, something which hadn't registered earlier because they'd been too busy discussing Stefan for her to notice.

"Where's Stefan?" Elena whispered as Damon held out his hand for her.

"I don't know." Damon whispered back as he lead her out into the courtyard, in front of the crowds of clapping people as they lined up to dance before the music started.

"So what do we do?" Elena asked curtsying as Damon bowed.

"Right now, we just have to have to get through this." Damon said through gritted teeth as they stood up straight, ready to begin the dance.

Every time she'd practiced this dance in rehearsals with Stefan, they'd never taken it seriously. Elena now knew during those rehearsals, Stefan wasn't only drunk, but he was probably high on human blood at the same time. Meaning this was the first time Elena was able to perform and understand the true meaning of the dance.

They both raised their right hands and began to walk in a circle. Damon and Elena stared at each other intently, neither knowing exactly what the right etiquette should be under the circumstances. The dance required them to flirt with their eyes which Elena found almost impossible considering how intimidating Damon's icy blue stare could be. Luckily, Damon must have realized he was making her feel uncomfortable, so when they changed hands, he gave her a small smile and softened his gaze, taking the lead to being almost flirtatious and looking at her as if she were the most beautiful woman at the pageant, which made Elena feel much more relaxed. They continued their dance, never touching, communicating with their eyes, him constantly trying to silently reassure her that she was doing fine.

The music built up to the next part of the dance which was the waltz. Damon took her in his arms and what happened next shook Elena to her core. It felt like sparks of electricity were flowing through her body wherever his fingers gently touched her. Her heart began to beat wildly, as if it were about to burst out of her chest. Butterflies fluttering in her stomach, heat began to pool between her legs. It was this precise moment when Elena realized she was dancing with the sexiest man to ever walk on the planet and right then and there, she no longer cared about Stefan, all she needed and wanted was Damon.

Elena's world practically came crashing down right at that realization. She'd always known Damon was extremely attractive, but she'd never let herself dwell on it. Firstly, he was Stefan's brother and she shouldn't be thinking of him in that way, although when it came to looks, there was no contest, Damon was the more attractive Salvatore brother. Secondly, Damon was not only an ass, but a dangerous psychopath to go with it who tended to go on murderous rampages. These things tended to disguise any attractive qualities a man could possibly have. Yet everything in that moment changed, and she knew she wasn't the only one who felt it, she could sense a change in Damon too.

As they continued to dance, the world seemed to fall away leaving just the two of them and the music. For some reason, Elena knew Damon was seeing her with different eyes. In the past he'd flirted with her, but that had only been to annoy Stefan, this time however, was different, his face was showing a slight hint of confusion, as if he were experiencing a new emotion for the first time. Elena was also aware there was a good chance Damon could hear the sudden change in her heartbeat the moment he took her into his powerful arms. He clarified this notion as he pulled her in slightly closer to his body, which Elena had no problems with, it was as if he were staking his claim to her, protecting her, making her feel safe.

Elena's eyes drifted to Damon's lips, which only solidified her desire for him. If she hadn't made it obvious to him before, she had now. When she raised her eyes back to his, he gave a small but knowing smile. Whatever they were both feeling, it was something which could only be described as almost magical, and almost entirely unexpected. Although, in fairness she and Damon had always had a strange connection, which she had to admit, she'd never had with Stefan, and whatever she was experiencing right now, she'd definitely never had with Stefan.

Unfortunately, the waltz seemed to stop almost as soon as it had started, and their own private little world was cruelly interrupted by the sound of people all around them clapping at them dancing. As the dance ended, they separated, and Elena once again curtsied whilst Damon bowed back. Elena knew they were about to face a barrage of questions as to why Damon was dancing with her and not Stefan, whereas all Elena wanted was to be alone with Damon, and she suspected he felt the same way.

Mayor Lockwood announced the decision regarding the winner of the pageant, would be made in an hour and then they would call the girls to the stage for the presentation ceremony. Once he'd finished, sure enough, aunt Jenna and Ric came over to see what had happened.

"Where's Stefan?" she demanded as Damon and Elena looked at each other.

"He got sick." Damon replied. "We were about to go and find him." he told Ric and Jenna. "Weren't we Elena?" he asked, looking at her in a way which told her it was the last thing he was planning to do.

"He's probably gone home or is in one of the bathrooms." Elena nodded as Ric frowned, not quite believing them. "Let's go." she said to Damon as they turned and headed in the opposite direction.

"Come with me." Damon said quietly, taking Elena by the elbow.

"Where are we going?" she whispered back, desperate to find somewhere where they could be alone, as they quickly walked down the hallway.

"In here!" Damon said as he suddenly pulled her through a door which she instantly recognized as one of the small downstairs bathrooms, which simply contained a toilet and a vanity unit with a large mirror. Damon locked the door and turned to Elena. "Did you feel what I felt out there?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

Elena nodded. "Yes." she replied in a small voice as her eyes drifted once more to Damon's lips, before looking back up to his eyes, which were no longer icy, instead they were a warm blue, like a tropical sea and she was prepared to drown in them, regardless of the consequences. "It was..." she started.

"...Intense?" he finished as she nodded once more, her glance alternating between his lips and his eyes, yet too scared to initiate anything, just in case he was giving her mixed signals.

"Has that ever happened to you before?" Elena asked, trying to distract herself from herself from her overwhelming desire to kiss him.

"No." Damon frowned, as look of confusion spread over his face until he seemingly noticed Elena's difficulty in keeping her eyes away from his lips.

Damon tentatively lowered his head towards hers and gently kissed her, so softly their lips barely touched, however it was enough to send what felt like electric shocks up Elena's spine. Damon pulled away slightly and looked at Elena in awe. Elena herself was shook by how the merest of Damon's touches were affecting her. However, as much as this could be put down to sexual desire, deep down, she knew it was more, and the look in Damon's eyes told her he felt it too.

Feeling emboldened by Damon's kiss, Elena held out her hand and cupped Damon's face, causing him to close his eyes and lean into her touch, as he lifted his hand to cover hers.

"What are we going to..." Elena began, but her words were cut off as Damon's eyes suddenly snapped open, his expression of hunger and desire stopped Elena in her tracks as she suddenly forgot what she was going to say. She knew they had to seize the moment, as if they were the only two people in the world, and clearly Damon felt the same as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in close to him and fervently pressed his lips hungrily against hers. Elena melted into his kiss as she wrapped her hands around the back of Damon's neck and began to run her fingers through his raven locks. Initially their tongues tentatively explored each other's mouths, until they grew in confidence and their tongues danced together hungrily, desperately in need of each other.

Damon pulled her closer into him, forcing their hips together. Elena could feel Damon's erection through his pants, sending heat pooling to the pit of her stomach. Elena wondered how far he wanted to take things, because right now the feel of his erection near her core had triggered an instinctual primal desire to need him inside her, causing her to circulate her hips and grind them against his, hoping her method of communication was enough to let him know what she wanted. However, she couldn't ask as their mouths were too preoccupied, as their tongues still dancing to something a little more intimate than the near touch. Damon backed them up so Elena was leaning up against the vanity unit, she perched her leg on the toilet behind him to help her balance. Damon began kissing her jawline, the move allowing him to pull away slightly so he could slip his hand under her dress and stroke her ankle.

Damon's mouth continued to make it's way down her neck, reaching Elena's jugular, gently scraping against it with his blunt teeth before he sucked a highly sensitive spot and licking the area, mimicking the act of biting and feeding. A move which surprisingly turned Elena on even more, he was telling her what he was, how dangerous he was, yet at the same time she had nothing to fear from him, he'd never hurt her. Meanwhile his hand slowly and sensually crept it's way up the back of her calf and to her knee, causing Elena to elicit a moan of pleasure.

Damon lowered one of the straps on her dress and pulled her breast out, cupping it in his hand with fascination as if it was the first time he'd seen or touched a woman's breast. His following actions, however, made it very clear he knew exactly what he was doing and how to give pleasure to just breasts alone as he swirled his tongue around the areola, causing her nipple to pebble before taking her breast into his mouth. Elena's panting increased as she felt like she was being attacked from all angles by someone who was solely dedicated to giving a woman pleasure. Damon switched breasts to ensure he lovingly gave each one equal attention, moaning with pleasure as he did so, the noise sending even more heat to Elena's already raging hot wet core.

Deciding it was time for a little exploration of her own, Elena reached for the front of Damon's expensive black suit and gently made her way down so she could feel his erection through the material with her hand. Once she found it, she was able to make out that he was unsurprisingly, already hard as she began to stroke his length, prompting him to moan with pleasure. Not one for being outdone when it came to giving pleasure, Damon's hand slid from the outside to the inside of her thigh and then began to touch the outside of her panties.

"Fuck...Elena...You're already wet." he mumbled between kisses as his fingers stroked the outside of the damp fabric.

"Only because of you." she moaned as Damon's fingers began circling the outside of her clit through the satin crotch of her panties. Elena pulled down Damon's zipper and her hand found its way inside so she could stroke his member through his boxer briefs, causing Damon's eyes to roll to the back of his head.

"What do we do if someone finds us?" she panted, realizing there was a chance someone could hear them if they walked past the bathroom.

"As long as they doesn't want to join in, I don't care." he said breathlessly as he kissed her mouth. "I'm not prepared to share you." he whispered. "But I can hear if anyone is too close, and I'll put my fingers to your lips to tell you to keep quiet." he added with a wink, just to reassure her.

Elena moved her hand into the waistband of Damon's boxer briefs and pulled out his very erect length, a little surprised with how large he was compared to her previous experiences. She wiped the pre-cum around the head before she began to pump it, earning her a hiss from Damon, which caused her to smile. Elena couldn't help but stare at Damon as she took in how hot he looked, all decked out in his suit with just his member completely visible and standing to an undivided attention, simply for her. She thought she was going to come just at the sight of him dressed, or rather, slightly undressed and looking all disheveled like he currently did.

Damon slid Elena's panties to one side and began stroking her clit before he must have decided she was damp enough for him to use his fingers inside her, causing Elena to almost scream with pleasure, her moans quietened by Damon's lips upon hers, turning her on even more.

"Fuck me Damon." Elena whimpered into his mouth, as she knew she now desperately needed him inside of her.

"I can't." Damon replied. "I have to taste you first." he said as he got down on his knees, lifting up her dress to reveal white satin and lace panties with matching suspender belt against the caramel tones of her skin.. "Holy shit!" he cried. "So pure and virginal, I like it." he smirked as he licked the outside of the fabric. "And so going." he added as he hooked his fingers around the waistband and removed them, before nudging Elena's legs apart and licking her slit. "Mmm hmm." he moaned as Elena purred with pleasure.

Elena looked down as she held her dress up to see Damon's mouth on her core as he lifted his beautiful blue eyes to meet hers, causing her to almost come at the sheer sight of him. She watched him spread her nether lips before he began to tongue fuck her. Elena grabbed his hair with one hand and ran her fingers through it, trying to hold onto her sanity but it wasn't working. Just the sight of him and the thought that anyone could walk past the at any minute and catch them was enough to almost send her crashing over the edge. Damon realizing what she needed quickly latched onto her nub at vamp-speed, and inserted his fingers. The heat pooling in her stomach turned into an erupting volcano as an intense orgasm began to flow through her body like molten lava. She arched her back as every part of her core was burning hot, and her spasms were as powerful as any she could remember. Her body went rigid whilst she tried to contain the scream that needed to come from her mouth, yet all she could manage was a silent 'O' as words escaped her. Somehow Damon had managed to find a way to keep her orgasm going for longer, enabling him to stand up at vamp-speed and insert himself into her, allowing her to feel the last remnants of her spasms contract around his length. Elena gasped as his member filled her core to the hilt, whilst he lifted her onto the vanity unit and began thrusting until she felt her spasms subside.

Momentarily Damon slowed and kissed her, to enable Elena a few seconds to recover, as she could feel her orgasm die away, but that was all he gave her. She suspected he was in desperate need to come himself, and she doubted he was going to be able to hold out much longer, especially considering the danger of their location and the possibility of them being caught. This thought alone meant in theory there was nothing romantic whatsoever about their tryst. Should anyone have looked at what they were doing from a neutral perspective, it would have seemed dirty and illicit, which was only emphasized by them both still being almost fully clothed, although Damon had managed to pull his trousers and boxers down whilst he was busy attending to Elena's dripping core. Yet, what had triggered them to be where they were, was so beautiful that there was nothing dirty or wrong about what they were doing or their location. They'd connected on such a level, it was borderline supernatural, it had signaled a need for them to consummate their connection in the only way a man and a woman truly could, and when something as special as what had happened between them occurred, anywhere which allowed them to be in their own little private bubble, was good enough for them, as long as they had each other.

Damon looked at her, breathless, although she knew it was nothing to do with exertion, for him the breathlessness was all about anticipation. Elena gave him a small nod, signaling for him to continue. Slowly at first, he once again began thrusting inside Elena, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, one arm around his neck, her hand running through his hair, and the other massaging one of his butt cheeks as she pulled him in closer, thrusting her hips in time to match his. The sensation of his member inside of her, a combined with the emotional connection they had was almost enough to send her over the edge once more.

"Oh my god Damon, fuck me." she cried as she tightened her legs to pull his hips closer to her. Damon held onto her lower back so he could tilt her hips to find the perfect angle, allowing Elena to move in unison with him as he upped the pace of his thrusting.

Elena could tell Damon wasn't far from his own release, but she was also edging closer to her own second orgasm. She glanced down and saw his shaft thrusting against her core, causing her stomach to lurch at the sight of him moving in and out of her, prompting the heat to begin to quickly pool once more. Another orgasm, more powerful than the previous one was building up, which was almost immediately after her previous orgasm, she'd never had them this close before. But the sight of Damon fucking her increased her arousal tenfold. She glanced up at Damon who'd was also taking in the imagery of their carnal actions, before he raised his eyes to hers and his mouth attacked hers with passion, ferocity and lust.

"Don't stop Damon...Don't stop." Elena cried as Damon pulled away from her mouth and rested his forehead against hers. "I'm...gonna...come!" she gasped.

"I'm not going to be able to hold out for much longer." he panted as he moved his hand down towards Elena's nub and began to circle it, sending Elena spiraling as she cried out, arching her back, her body going rigid as red hot spasms burnt right through her core, her nails digging into Damon's backside probably leaving half moon marks in their wake.

"Oh yes...yes...oh god...Damon...yes..." Elena cried out, no longer caring who could hear them, the orgasm still controlling her body to the extent she thought she wasn't far from blacking out.

"Oh yes...God Elena... fuck...that feels so good." Damon moaned. "Fuck!." Damon growled as Elena's orgasm continue to contract around his shaft, milking it, prompting him to spill his seed inside her and moan with pleasure as he scrunched his face up in blissful agony, a sight that was so beautiful, Elena wanted to commit it to memory, especially with the knowledge that she had practically brought the evil, monstrous Damon Salvatore to his knees. Elena pulled Damon closer with her legs, so she could keep the feeling of him him inside her for longer, he finally collapsed and lay his head into the crook of her neck, as his member softened. He turned his head and began to kiss her neck, just behind her ear causing Elena to close her eyes with pleasure.

"That was..." Damon whispered in her ear.

"...Incredible." Elena finished as she opened her eyes, only to find herself all alone, lying in Stefan's bed, her PJ's wet with desire and her hair a tangled mess.

Elena's heart sank at the realization that it had all been a dream, well the part in the downstairs bathroom was fantasy, the rest was exactly as it had happened at the dance prior to finding Stefan with Amber. Her disappointment was primarily aimed at the fact she would never know how good Damon would make her feel, because despite the connection they shared at the dance, and Elena was positive Damon felt it too, Elena was with Stefan. No matter how attractive she found Damon, nor whatever connection they shared, nothing would ever change the fact that she was dating his brother. Whatever her feelings for Damon were, they would forever have to be relegated to the realms of fantasy, not reality.

Elena sat up and checked her phone for the time, realizing Stefan would probably be waking from the vervain in around an hour. With that in mind, she decided to get up and shower, where she could re-live her fantasy of Damon uninterrupted.

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