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).

This chapter may seem a little OOC, although for Delena as a whole, possibly not, remember they did manage to break Damon's bed. But possibly at this point Elena's life, it might be OOC. But it is a fantasy diary and Damon does bring out the naughty side of Elena, so who knows. It's just a bit of fun.

Warning, this chapter is extremely smutty, with a significant amount of sexually explicit language.

Dear Diary

Where do I start? I guess a quick summary of everything that has happened since my last entry and then the dream. Yes even after everything that has happened in the last couple of weeks, I still managed to have another one of my dreams about Damon.

My last diary entry was after I undaggered Elijah and Damon had fed me his blood. Since then Klaus performed the ritual. He turned Aunt Jenna into a vampire and killed her, Uncle John had Bonnie perform a spell so I took his life force instead of becoming a vampire, which killed him. Elijah betrayed us. Tyler bit Damon, who was trying to save Caroline's life. It turned out Klaus' blood was the cure for a werewolf bite, and Stefan gave himself over to Klaus to save Damon's life. Damon told me he loved me, I kissed Damon, thinking he was going to die (although admittedly I'd been wanting to kiss Damon for a long time). Katherine brought the cure, and now Damon is fine and Stefan has disappeared with Klaus. I think that about covers it.

Ever since we've been looking for clues to find Stefan. Liz has been providing us with any reported animal attacks and Damon has been investigating them (with the help of Ric and Andie, who for some reason I now can't stand, especially when she's around Damon), but according to Damon, they haven't found anything so far. Ric has been staying with Jer and me ever since Aunt Jenna died. It means we at least have a guardian until I turn eighteen next month.

This time the dream was a little different. Usually the dream happens the sleep after whatever is the trigger event, but this time I was dreaming about thing that happened two weeks ago. But I do have a theory as to why. Yesterday was the first time, since everything happened, that I didn't see Damon. We've seen each other every day since he nearly died. He's been my rock, and without him, I felt alone. Everyone thinks the reason I'm so down is because I'm missing Stefan. And yes, a large part of it is because of that, but what they don't know is how conflicted I am inside. When Katherine brought the cure, she suggested I was in love with Damon as well as Stefan. Although I'm not entirely convinced Katherine knows what real love is, infatuation yes, but love is a different matter, she's knows I definitely care about him, and I probably love him as a friend, and I'm not going to deny it, he is probably the sexiest man I've ever met. But that doesn't mean I'm in love with him, right?

The problem now, is since Stefan left, Damon and I are getting closer, and I think the only thing that would hold us back from each other is guilt and our loyalty to Stefan. Stefan is in this predicament because Tyler bit Damon and Stefan loved his brother too much to let him die. Damon doesn't want to betray his brother's trust. On the other hand, I'm not the kind of girl who would cheat on her boyfriend. The situation has rendered our feelings somewhat irrelevant. Damon has been flirting with me more, but I think he's just joking around. He'd never act on his feelings. While Stefan can be saved, I can only ever be with Damon in my dreams, and if Damon does love me like he says he does, the same applies to him too. Of course, that is if he does have these type of dreams about me too.

Speaking of dreams, back to the one I had last night. Ever since he nearly died, the prospect of Damon not being around scares me. And yesterday was the first time that happened since the werewolf bite. I guess that's why the dream triggered those memories and the need for not only closeness to Damon, but to make sure he was safe and strong, and to act out my desires for him. The one truth about the dream, was the last two times Stefan and I made love, I'd imagined it was Damon, and it made it more enjoyable, although nowhere near as good as it was in my dreams. I suspect my dreams have unrealistic expectations of what the most amazing sex could be like. The things I say and do in my dreams, I'd never say or do during sex, Stefan wouldn't approve. Yet instinct tells me Damon might like something a little more adventurous than Stefan, which is probably why I act differently in my dreams.

Deep down, part of me just wants to know why I'm having these dreams. Is it just purely a sexual attraction to Damon, or was Katherine right, and have I fallen in love with him? What are the chances of one of my dreams one day turning into reality. I guess now Stefan has gone, the chances of it happening are now significantly higher.

Oh well, we'll see what happens, because now Stefan is gone, Damon and I are getting closer. This means I'm expecting the dreams to become more frequent, and probably more intense.

E

The previous night's dream...

Elena found herself in Damon's bedroom, laying on his bed, her arms around him with a towel in one hand, which she'd been using to try and keep the sweat out of Damon's eyes. Her chin rested on his head, while she placed her other hand in his.

"This is even more pitiful than I thought." Damon complained.

"There's still hope." Elena insisted, trying to reassure him as she struggled to hold back the tears.

"I've made a lot of choices that have gotten me here." Damon said swallowing hard. "I deserve this. I deserve to die."

"No." Elena told him shaking her head as she lay down next to him, face to face. "You don't."

"I do, Elena. It's okay." he opened his eyes and offered a weak smile. "Cause if I'd have chosen differently, I wouldn't have met you." Damon swallowed once more, clearly finding it difficult to speak. "I'm so sorry. I've done so many things to hurt you." he whispered.

"It's okay. I forgive you." Elena smiled.

"I know you love Stefan. And it will always be Stefan." Damon said sadly as Elena began to stroke the back of his hand, laying down next to him and putting her head on his shoulder. "But I love you. You should know that." he confessed, sounding almost relieved to have finally told her something she'd long since suspected, ever since Isobel had first mentioned it.

"I do." Elena nodded with tears in her eyes as she began to cry silently.

"You should have met me in 1864." Damon said thoughtfully. "You would have liked me."

Elena raised her head and looked up at him." I like you now." she whispered, as Damon tilted his head slightly towards her, as if he were trying to get a better look at her. "Just the way you are." she told him truthfully as he closed his eyes. Realizing the end was near, Elena suspected this might be the last chance she would ever get to let him know how much she cared. Elena wished this hadn't been the time or the way to show him her feelings. He was a dying man, so it wasn't like she was cheating on Stefan, although deep down, for a long time Elena had wanted to know what it felt like to have Damon's lips against hers. Without some kind of miracle, she would never get to experience a passionate kiss with him, to feel the full force of his love, which Elena suspected would be pretty intense, especially if he'd been holding his back his feelings for her like she believed.

Elena lifted her head, and took a good look at Damon. His beautiful face was paler than usual, sweat oozing from his pores. He was struggling to keep his gorgeous blue eyes open. Yet, even in this condition, his beauty shone through. This time however, the beauty came from within, even in his dying moments, his priority was to tell her he was sorry for the things he'd done. Elena no longer cared about his misdeeds, she didn't care about the sweat on his face, hers was now just as wet from the tears pouring down her cheeks. Their one and only kiss would probably go down as one of the least romantic of all time, but the meaning behind it would be greater than most. Elena bent her head towards Damon and gently pressed her lips against his, taking in how soft and right they felt against hers. Elena wanted to give him more, and wished he could respond and return the kiss as a Damon who was at full strength would. But she'd left it too late, Elena would never find out how a real kiss from Damon would taste and feel. This made her just want to cry even more.

"Thank you." Damon tried to smile after Elena pulled away, but he was too weak, he clearly didn't have much time left.

"You're welcome." Elena whispered back.

"Well, it's me you should be thanking." Elena heard her own voice coming from behind her. Turning her head, she saw Katherine leaning against the wooden door-frame of Damon's bedroom, holding a vial of red liquid in her hand. "I mean, I'm the one who brought the cure." Katherine shrugged as Elena quickly jumped off the bed, guilt etched across her face, wondering if her doppelganger had seen her kissing Damon. Katherine started walking towards the bed, glancing over at Elena in a way as to confirm Elena's fears while the vampire made her way over to where Damon lay. "I thought you were dead." Katherine said to Elena as she climbed on the bed and sat next to Damon.

"I was." Elena replied.

"You got free." Damon whispered.

"Yep. Finally." Katherine said as she poured some of the red liquid from the vial into Damon's mouth.

"And you still came here?" Damon asked, his raspy voice sounding slightly stronger than before, as Katherine cupped his face in her hand.

"I owed you one." Katherine replied nonchalantly as she got up.

"Where's Stefan?" Elena asked, concern for the boyfriend she'd forgotten, washing over her.

"Are you sure you care?" Katherine smirked.

"Where is he?" Elena frowned.

"He's paying for this." Katherine told her, holding the remains of the vial of liquid Damon had just swallowed in front of her. "He gave himself over to Klaus." the vampire said. "I wouldn't expect him anytime soon."

"What do you mean, "he gave himself over"?" Elena wanted to know, her worry shifting from Damon, who was probably now going to survive, to Stefan.

Katherine shrugged. "He just sacrificed everything to save his brother, including you." she said, glancing over at Damon before turning back to Elena with a knowing smile on her face. "It's a good thing you have Damon to keep you company." Katherine said cattily as she headed towards the door when she suddenly stopped and turned back around to look at Elena. "Good-bye, Elena. Oh. It's okay to love them both. I did." she added, but this time Katherine's had a knowing look on her face, as if she could read Elena's mind. Katherine tossed the vial over to Elena, before she disappeared.

Damon looked at Elena and tried to get up, his face confused by the conversation which had just taken place between the doppelgangers. Elena's concern once again switched to Damon. Running after Stefan was not an option, she wouldn't stand a chance against Klaus. She needed Damon and Damon right now needed her. The sooner Damon was returned back to full strength, the quicker they would be able to search for Stefan, meaning Damon was now her number one priority.

"Damon, be careful." Elena warned him as she crawled back onto the bed and put her hand against his chest.

"You heard her." Damon complained breathlessly. "I need to find Stefan and save his ass." he growled angrily. "And then to kick it." Elena heard him mutter under his breath.

"You're not fit to go anywhere." Elena told him. "You need to get your strength back. At least let me go and get some more blood bags." she offered as Damon nodded his head in defeat as he finally found enough strength to sit up.

Elena ran downstairs and into the basement, opened the refrigerator and pulled out four bags, hoping it would be enough. When Elena returned to Damon's room he wasn't lying on his bed. Looking around the room, Elena noticed his clothes were lying all over the floor and she could hear water running from the shower. Deciding not to interrupt him, Elena put the blood bags down on the chair near the door, never getting close to seeing inside the bathroom. She knew he wouldn't hear her with the water running and she suspected his powers might be somewhat diminished with the after effects of the wolf bite, so Elena turned to quietly sneak back out until she heard a thud behind her.

"Ow...Fuck!" Elena heard Damon swear, which was something she'd never heard before him do in front of her before, confirming her suspicions of him not being up to full strength.

Elena picked up one of the blood bags from the chair, before running into the bathroom, forgetting Damon was naked, even though she could see him lying on the floor of the shower, clearly struggling.

"Go away Elena." Damon complained. "I'm not decent." he said.

"And how do you plan on getting decent when you can't even stand up?" Elena asked as she picked up the first towel that came to hand to throw over him to cover himself up while she switched the shower off. Unfortunately for Elena, it turned out she would need to walk into the shower to turn the water off. Taking a deep breath, Elena removed her socks and shoes before stepping into the shower and threw the towel towards Damon, trying unsuccessfully to cover her eyes as she before made her way to the switch and turned the water off. Elena, who was by now dripping wet, handed the remaining blood bag over to Damon, who had strategically covered himself the best he could with what had turned out to be the smallest towel in the history of towels. "What the hell do you think you were doing?" she yelled, folding her arms in anger.

"I needed to shower and change so I could find my brother and kick his ass." Damon grumbled. "I thought I'd be okay." he said weakly as Elena sat down next to Damon and propped his head up on her shoulder before handing him the blood bag which he tore into. As he began to drink, Elena could see some strength coming back, although he was still very weak.

"I've got some more." Elena told him. "I'll go get them." she said as gently got up and headed back into the bedroom to get them from the chair where she'd left them, her clothes dripping all over them floor.

Three more blood bags later and although Damon was improving, he wasn't recovering as quickly as he usually would from an injury. "Damned werewolf bite." he complained, clearly mindful of his language in front of Elena.

"Is there anything else I can do?" Elena asked, fretting as Damon was still on the shower floor.

"I need to rest for a while." Damon explained. "Then I need to feed from the vein." he sighed.

"Aren't blood bags enough?" Elena frowned.

"They might be enough to get me enough strength to get to someone to feed." Damon explained. "But to be at full strength, it would need a lot of blood bags for me to recover." he said.

"How does that work?" Elena asked.

"Blood bags keep me keep me strong. But they don't have everything I need to make me strong enough to recover fully from something as poisonous as a werewolf bite." he said. "Maybe something is missing."

"Well feed from me." Elena suggested, offering her wrist to him.

"I can't." Damon said, lowering his eyes. "But you could help me back to the bed where I can change and then drive me to someplace where I can find someone to feed off." he looked at her hopefully. "Just snatch, eat erase." he quickly explained. "No killing, I promise. Scouts honor." he winked.

"No Damon." Elena's eyes flared up at him. "I'm not taking you out for a happy meal. If you think you're strong enough for snatch, eat, erase, then you should feed from me." she demanded.

"Uh uh. No way. I'm not using you as a walking blood bag." Damon groaned, trying to get up, but slipped once more.

"I want to do this!" Elena insisted as Damon shook his head. "Why not?" she asked.

"Because I can't hurt you." he sighed in frustration.

"Then be gentle." she whispered.

"Oh I can be gentle alright." Damon told her. "I can make it completely painless."

"So what's the problem?" Elena frowned.

"The only way for me to make it painless is for me to make you..." Damon closed his eyes and grimaced. "...enjoy it."

"So why won't you do that?" she asked.

"Because it won't just be good for you, it'll be good for me too." Damon tried to explain.

"Isn't that obvious?" Elena smiled.

"I don't think you understand what I mean." Damon rubbed his face. "It will make us both feel...good." his voice sounded uneasy.

"In what way?" Elena asked, although she began to suspect she knew the answer.

Damon sighed. "Use your imagination Elena." he groaned.

"Oh." Elena blushed, realizing she'd been right. When he'd said good, it would likely turn them both on. She thought about it for a minute, but decided it was worth the risk. "Look, we can be sensible adults about this..." she started as Damon raised a suspicious eyebrow. "We know what's going to happen, but with that knowledge we can prevent it from going further." she told him determinedly.

"Oh really?" Damon said, not sounding too convinced by her assessment of the situation.

"Look Damon." Elena started. "I'm not some hormonal teenager. Feeling that way...doesn't have to lead to...anything." she said awkwardly.

"You think?" Damon smirked.

"Yes!" Elena told him confidently, although deep down she was a little nervous. "Anyway...you're too weak." she smiled.

"You are underestimating how powerful blood straight from the vein is." Damon warned her. "I'd be almost at full strength."

"Will you be able to..." Elena frowned. "...resist the urge?" she asked.

"Only if you can." he said. "My body will react to what you do." Damon explained. "Normally when I feed like this, I would normally...well you know afterwards." he told her. "Every time I've done this, the woman has actively encouraged it, making it harder for me to resist." he winked, emphasizing the word harder as Elena groaned at the pun. "I seem to have this natural instinct to protect you. If you say no, it should be enough to stop me."

Elena raised an eyebrow. "So it's my responsibility to make sure that nothing happens?" she asked as Damon nodded his head slowly in response. "Fine, I'm sure I can resist you." she said with a confidence she didn't really share.

"Okay." Damon conceded. "But, if anything happens, it's on you. Agreed?" he asked.

"Deal!" Elena smiled.

"Okay, but before we do this, I'll explain how I'm going to stop it from hurting, just so you don't get worried." Damon told her as Elena waited patiently for his explanation. "When my eyes turn, first I'll lick your wrist in the place where I'm going to bite you." he said.

Elena creased her brow. "Why?" she asked.

"I think the saliva is some kind of anaesthetic." Damon explained. "Katherine used to use it on me." he said quietly, as if embarrassed by his own response to his reaction to being with Katherine.

"And that's how you know what happens when you get bitten." Elena asked as Damon nodded. "But you were in love with Katherine, maybe that heightened you're...well you know." Elena tried to put it as tactfully as possible, but this was the most difficult and embarrassing conversation she'd ever had with anyone since her mom had given her the birds and the bees talk a few years earlier.

"Perhaps." Damon mused. "You're not sexually attracted to me, you're not in love with me and you're definitely not here on an expected booty call." he joked. "So maybe the odds are stacked a little more in our favor." he shrugged, although he still didn't sound overly convinced.

"Exactly!" Elena smiled, although it didn't fully reach her eyes. She knew she was lying, she was extremely attracted to Damon, and of late her feelings for him were becoming more intense. Elena suspected Katherine might have been closer to the truth when she'd said it was 'okay to love them both.' But Damon didn't know that, or need to know.

"Look Elena." Damon sighed. "I need to know if anything does happen, it's consensual on your part." he said. "I could always wait and call Andie." he suggested.

"NO! I'll do it." Elena told him firmly. "Now what do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Fine. Pass me your wrist." Damon sighed in defeat. "But let me just make one thing clear, don't say I didn't warn you."

"You're in control of stopping feeding and I'm in control of making sure it stops at feeding." Elena sighed. "We trust each other, so I'm fully consenting to doing this, even if does mean we do end up...well, lets see what happens." she agreed. "If we do...we do." she added quickly.

"Don't blame me, you're agreeing to this." Damon shook his head as he held out his hand for Elena's wrist.

Elena pulled up the sleeve on her now wet top and tentatively placed her wrist in Damon's hand. She was fairly certain she had enough willpower to resist him. It wasn't like she was the kind of girl who was desperate for sex. Although if she had to be honest with herself, Damon did have an certain effect on her, possibly because he oozed sexiness. The first time she'd felt it was at the Miss Mystic Falls pageant. Ever since, Elena had unsuccessfully, tried her best to ignore the physical effect he had on her. And if she were to be honest with herself, the last couple of times she and Stefan had slept with each other, she'd begun to imagine it were Damon making love to her, and for some reason it had made sex with Stefan better.

It then occurred to Elena this would be her perfect, guilt free opportunity to find out what the real thing was like. Her excuse was she was doing this for Stefan. And to do that, Damon needed her help so they could find Stefan quicker. But deep down she knew her choice gave her the chance to experience her dreams, and yes she'd dreamed about having sex with Damon. Admittedly she knew she was vulnerable, but a large part of that came from the prospect of losing Damon forever, which Elena suspected would have completely broken her. She wanted to make sure he was okay, her relief he'd survived were so profound, she wanted to feel him alive in her arms. Her emotions for Damon ran too deep, and there was no way she could go through the rest of her life without knowing what it would be like to have Damon make love to her.

Elena made her decision, regardless of the effect of feeding, she wouldn't stop Damon, even if she could. The more she thought about the man who was sitting next to her, naked all except a small towel, which only just covered his modesty, the more she wanted him.

Damon tentatively brought Elena's wrist up to his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers, as if he were waiting for her to change her mind. When it was clear her mind was made up, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, the veins around them taking shape. He looked at her once more, the whites of his eyes now a deep red, as his vampire form came into full force. When Damon opened his mouth to lick her wrist, Elena saw his fangs, long and sharp. The sight of which caused her heart to race, although she couldn't be entirely sure whether it was through fear or lust, or more likely a combination of both.

Gently Damon licked the area where his teeth would pierce her skin. The moment his tongue touched her wrist, she knew she'd have never been able to resist him. His eyes were still glued to hers, waiting for any hesitancy, for her to stop him, but stopping was no longer an option for her, as heat began to build in her core, even though this wasn't the part which was supposed to turn her on. When he was finished, Damon nodded at her, to signal he was going to bite, Elena nodded back, confirming she was ready.

As soon as Damon's teeth pierced her skin, Elena knew she was doomed. She was glad she'd internally made the decision to have sex with him prior to him biting her as she wouldn't have stood a chance of resistance while being sat next to the sexiest man she'd ever met, who just happened to be practically naked. Every time he gently tugged at her blood, heat flooded to her core, which was now beginning to throb. Elena rolled her eyes as her head fell back, a small moan of pleasure escaping her lips. His tongue was still against her wrist, continuously applying the saliva anesthetic, which was stopping the pain, although at that moment, Elena was beginning to wish he was using his tongue elsewhere, a thought which immediately made her blush as she'd never done that with either Stefan or Matt. In fact she'd never even considered it a possibility before now, but at this moment, it was all she could think about.

Elena lifted her head and looked down, trying to avoid Damon's eyes, which she knew had never left her face, watching every reaction she was having to what he was doing to her. Unfortunately looking down only made matters worse. The towel which had barely covered his modesty was now unsuccessfully trying to cover a very large erection. Elena looked up, her eyes met Damon's, his pupils dilated with lust. It was her responsibility to prevent them taking the next step, and if Elena's feelings towards Damon were as he believed, there might have been a chance she could have ensured they wouldn't have gone any further. However her natural desire for him was too strong to begin with and the moment she looked him in the eyes, he knew she hadn't been completely honest about the way she felt about him.

Deciding there was no point in lying about her feelings now Damon knew, Elena slid her spare hand under the towel and wrapped her fingers around Damon's shaft and began to gently pump him, taking care as she wasn't sure how strong he was. She moved over to straddle his thighs before removing the towel, her eyes asking permission, which he granted with one unspoken look as she removed the towel and resumed stroking the soft velvety skin of his thick long shaft. He momentarily closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure. The sensation vibrated through Elena's wrist and body, sending heat pooling between Elena's legs, eliciting a tiny moan from her mouth.

Idea's and images began to form inside Elena's mind. Not only did she want to make love to Damon, she was now getting urges to indulge in activities which were slightly more adventurous than the standard missionary position she'd been used to with her previous lovers. Maybe they wouldn't be adventurous for most people, but Elena wasn't overly experienced. She wanted Damon to use his mouth and tongue on her, she wanted to wrap her lips around his length and taste him. Elena wanted Damon to play a little rough, maybe even talk dirty, although she suspected his natural instinct to protect her might stop him from being too rough, and his upbringing as a gentleman would restrict his ability to talk dirty to her. Although she knew it wouldn't hurt to ask.

As if reading her mind, Damon released Elena's wrist and looked at her intensely. "What do you want me to do to you Elena?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

"I want you to prove to me you've recovered." she told him. "I want you to be strong, play rough. Maybe even dominate me a little." she smiled shyly. "But most of all, I want you to talk dirty." she whispered.

Suddenly Elena found herself stood up, her back against the glass front of the shower. Damon had vamp-sped them into position. His hands around her wrists, pinning her arms above her head.

"Why Miss Gilbert." Damon smirked. "I'd have never put you down for a girl who likes it rough, being dominated and being told how much I want to fuck you." he whispered into her ear, his words only adding to the throbbing sensation between her thighs.

"Normally I'm not." Elena admitted as Damon let go of her wrists. "Maybe it's you who brings out this side in me." she whispered, her hands running down Damon's naked chest, feeling the hairs around his nipples and the planes of muscles around his abs.

"I like it." Damon smirked. "Although I do suspect you're not quite ready for handcuffs just yet."

Elena laughed. "I think I'll pass on that right now." she said.

"Your loss." Damon shrugged, with a smile on his face.

"I also want to kiss you." Elena whispered. "Desperately." she admitted.

Damon didn't need telling twice as he pressed his lips against hers. Elena parted her lips, deepening their kiss, an invitation for Damon's tongue to explore her mouth, as he opened his for her to discover. She could taste the coppery taste of her blood on his tongue, however it didn't bother her. All she cared about was the sensation of Damon's mouth, feeling his lips against hers, their tongues uniting in a heated battle of wills. Damon wrapped one arm around Elena's waist and pulled her closer to him, their bodies pressed up against one another. Not close enough though for Elena's liking as pushed her hips up against Damon's, feeling his erection poking into her stomach, sending heat pooling to her core.

The kiss became hungry and desperate as their tongues investigated each others mouths. Taking each other to a place they'd never previously dared allow themselves to dare to even dream, let alone act out in reality. Elena began to feel, for the first time in her life, sexy and confident. Damon made her feel like a woman and not a teenage girl. Elena pulled away slightly to allow herself to breathe. She tugged on Damon's bottom lip with her teeth, causing him to moan with pleasure, the sound sending heat to her core.

"On your knees!" Damon commanded as Elena did as she was told. A small smile appeared on her face as she realized Damon was taking this very seriously, and had probably done something similar in the past.

Damon's shaft was directly in front of her face, pre-cum seeping from the tip. Finally she was going to do what she'd been dying to do for the last few minutes. Elena took hold of his length and swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum, causing Damon to hiss slightly. Elena lifted her eyes to his and wrapped her lips around his member. He was too big to fit him fully into her mouth, so she wrapped her hands around his thickness and began to pump with her hands, forming a rhythm with her mouth to create the greatest amount of sensation possible.

The moans of pleasure escaping his lips were delicious enough to dampen her panties as she desperately wanted to give him more. Elena used her tongue to lick his magnificent length before relaxing her gag reflex to take him further into her mouth.

"Fuck...Elena." Damon groaned as he ran his fingers through Elena's hair and began to move his hips, keeping in rhythm with Elena's own tempo, however after only a couple of minutes he pulled himself out of her mouth. "We need to stop." he panted. "Any more and the party will be over before it's started." he winked as Elena pouted. "Stand up and turn around." Damon instructed as Elena did as she was told.

Damon's fingers ghosted over Elena's skin as he lifted up her top and over her head. He unhooked her lacy pink bra and pushed it over her shoulders, his hands cupping and massaging her naked breasts from behind. He pinched her delicate nipples, causing them to pebble under his expert touch. Elena's breathing grew labored as she nervously took in small amounts of air and released it in quick gasps. Her heart was racing from his touch, from the knowledge of what they would be doing soon. With Damon it was all new to her, and she was aware he was not only experienced, but known for his amazing skills in the bedroom. Damon's brought his hand up and tucked Elena's damp tangled hair behind her ear and to the side as she felt his warm breath on her neck. His lips slowly and delicately pressing against her skin, his tongue followed by his blunt teeth making contact, causing goose bumps break over the surface. He wrapped his arms around her waist and unfastened her jeans and began to remove them, bending lower as he pulled them down, his lips and breath trailing her spine, kisses covering every square inch of naked flesh he could find.

"We need to get these off before you get ill." he growled seductively, as Elena stepped out of her sodden jeans, leaving her wearing just her panties.

Damon nudged Elena's legs apart and laid strategically placed kisses on her legs as he made his way back up to her behind, where he moved the pink lace of her boy short panties. He growled and gave the cheek of her ass a soft quick nip, taking Elena by surprise as she spun back around in shock.

Looking down at Damon, he was down on his knees staring back up at her with his beautiful ocean blue eyes, filled with a mixture of love and lust. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to the floor, helping her step out of them, all the while his eyes never leaving hers. Damon ghosted his fingers up the sides of Elena's body as he place his lips on her skin, just below her navel. One of Damon's hands traveled to Elena's breast while the other stroked the inside of her thighs until it met her core. His fingers gently traced a line along her slit as Elena hitched her breath in anticipation, her heart felt like it was beating so hard, it would erupt from her chest.

Damon smiled as his eyes met hers once more. "Are you wet for me Elena?" he asked.

Elena's reply came in the form of a moan as he pressed his fingers against the dull ache growing inside of her. Damon removed his fingers and sucked her juices from them, closing his eyes as if he'd just tasted a piece of heaven.

"Delicious." he smiled, opening his eyes once more. His lips kissed the top of her thighs before blowing against her clitoris. "Is this where you want my mouth?" he whispered, as Elena nodded profusely in reply. Words having completely escaped her. "Good." he smirked. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Damon's tongue traced the line along the slit he'd previously made with his fingers, causing Elena to gasp. He placed his hands firmly on her hips, steadying her as if her legs were likely to fail her if she was going to come as hard as she suspected she might. Damon's eyes locked together with Elena's as he grinned wickedly. "God Elena, you smell good." he said, his voice taking on a husky tone which Elena had never heard from him before. "And I bet the wetness tastes even better straight from the source." his eyes lighting up at the sight of her desire, which she was no longer able to hide.

Damon swirled his tongue around Elena's swollen nub, causing her to throw her head back against the glass, unable to comprehend the deep sense of pleasure she was experiencing for the first time in her life. "Oh my god...Damon..." Elena panted.

"Elena, look at me." Damon commanded as Elena looked back down at him. "I want you to watch me fuck you with my mouth." his tone seductive once more.

Elena's jaw dropped at his words, when she'd asked him to talk dirty to her, she never expected him to do it. But now he had, she wanted more, his words sent shivers down her spine. Their eyes locked onto one another as he parted her folds and licked her slit slowly and methodically. Elena watched him as he his tongue explored the most intimate and sensitive parts of her body. Heat flooded her core, which was getting wetter with every stroke of Damon's tongue. Elena ran her fingers through Damon's damp hair, which was now an inky black from the shower, her intention to run her hands through his hair to steady herself.

The sight of Damon's mouth on her, combined with the sensations he was giving her, were highly erotic. All the while, Damon's eyes never left hers, whilst Damon continued to greedily lap her juices as if he were a man dying of thirst, and she was the only one who could quench it. Elena was now practically at boiling point, she knew her orgasm was close, the ache between her legs told her as much. Her head lolled back and pressed against the glass as it had become heavy from looking down at what Damon was doing. However, as soon as she broke eye contact, Damon growled and stopped what he was doing, before pulling away.

Shocked at the loss of contact, Elena looked back down at Damon and creased her brow in confusion as to why he'd stopped. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I told you Elena, I want you to watch while I fuck you with my mouth." Damon demanded, his face was deadly serious.

"But Damon, I need to come. It hurts." Elena complained.

"Then don't look away, and when I say you can come, then I will let you come." he smiled with a devilish glint in his eyes as Elena's face dropped. "Trust me Elena, it'll be worth it." he said softly, as all Elena could do was nod in agreement.

Elena opened her trembling legs a little wider for Damon, exposing herself further to him, which broadened his smile. He kissed the inside of her thighs before continuing his ministrations to her most intimate parts. Damon parted her folds and blew into her entrance. Elena had to force herself to continue watching as it felt so good, her head feeling light, was beginning to need support.

Damon placed his thumb on Elena's nub and began to massage the swollen bundle of nerves, meanwhile he slipped his tongue inside her entrance, and as a man of his word, he literally began to fuck her with it. Instinct took over as Elena grabbed Damon's hair with both hands, pulling him closer to her core as she bucked her hips while she tried to ride his tongue. Damon placed his hand on her stomach to restrict her movements as he removed his tongue from Elena's core and reduced the massaging of her nub, causing her to groan at the loss.

"What's wrong Elena?" Damon teased innocently.

"I was about to come." Elena complained.

"I know." Damon grinned.

"Then why did you stop?" Elena asked.

"Because I'm not ready for you to come yet." he smiled wickedly.

"Why not?" Elena groaned.

"Because I want to ask you something first." he whispered.

"Fine go ahead, ask me anything." Elena replied desperately as Damon slowly slid on finger inside her and gently stroked her inner walls, causing her to close her eyes and sigh with pleasure. "Oh my god that is good." she moaned breathlessly.

"Fuck you're wet." Damon growled, before composing himself to ask the question. "Have you ever touched yourself and imagined it was me licking you and fucking you?" he asked as Elena's eyes flew open and heat rose up into her cheeks with embarrassment. "I'll take that as a yes." he grinned. "Am I right?" he said as Elena simply nodded her head in reply.

As a reward Damon inserted another finger inside her and began to gently pump. Hard enough to ensure she was still dripping wet, but not enough to make her come.

"Please Damon." Elena begged as Damon began to scissor his fingers inside her, stretching her walls.

"Please Damon what?" he smirked.

"I need to come." Elena pleaded. "I'll do anything." she promised.

"Anything?" Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Anything." Elena told him.

Damon thought about it for a moment. "Okay then. I want you to beg me to make you come." he simply said.

"Is that all, and you promise?" Elena asked.

"I promise." Damon said softly. "If you beg, I'll make you come so fucking hard you'll be screaming my name loud enough for all of Mystic Falls to hear it." he growled.

"Please Damon." Elena pleaded. "I want you to make me come so hard, all of Mystic Falls will be able to hear me scream your name. Please let me come." she begged.

Without a word Damon inserted a third finger into Elena's core, stretching her inner walls, before beginning to pump harder. His mouth latched onto her nub as he began to suck on the swollen bundle of nerves. Occasionally pulling away to lick and suck her folds, before returning to her clit.

Elena thought she was going to die from pleasure, he'd taken her past the point of no return. Her body was on fire as her insides started to spasm, releasing juices which Damon occasionally lapped up. He wrapped his arm around her back, allowing her to ride his hand and tongue, all the while their eyes staying locked together. Elena began to moan as she knew she was on the brink of an orgasm.

Damon momentarily pulled his mouth away from her nub, causing Elena to moan at the loss. "When you come, I'm going to turn you around and fuck you from behind." he told her. "I want to feel you come." he said.

"Yes Damon." Elena begged, practically in tears as he kept her on the brink of her release.

"Come for me Elena." Damon whispered seductively. "I want you to come for me so hard you scream my name, and you won't stop coming until I'm fucking you, I want your juices all over me. Understand?" he commanded as his hand began to pump inside her furiously while his mouth latched onto her nub and sucked with the right amount of pressure to send Elena over the edge.

"Aargh..." Elena screamed as she felt the white hot violent spasms of her orgasm take over her body. "Oh my god...Damon." she cried out as he suddenly removed his mouth and fingers, spun her around, where she placed her hands up against the glass as Damon pulled her hips slightly back into place and thrust his rock hard member deep inside her still contracting core. Elena screamed as a mixture of pleasure and pain took over her body while her walls stretched to acclimatize to Damon's girth, however he didn't give her body much of a chance as he pulled out almost fully and drove back into her once more. He bent over and his fingers found her nub as he continued to massage it while Elena's orgasm continued in waves of heated spasms, her back arched and she went rigid until she started to come down from her high.

"Fuck Elena..." Damon growled seductively. "You're so tight and wet." he moaned as he began to thrust in and out of her. This time he started off gently as he wrapped one arm around Elena's waist to help support her trembling legs, while the other massaged one of her breasts, pinching her nipple, adding a little pain mixed with the pleasure of his length deep inside her.

Elena had never been taken from behind before and she'd never been with a man who was as large and as skilled as Damon was. The penetration was deep, yet she wanted more. Elena found herself pushing her hips back to meet his, their damp flesh slapping together on impact, which was the only noise audible apart from their moans and panting.

Damon bent down and kissed Elena's shoulder. "We were made for each other." he whispered in her ear.

"I know." Elena admitted breathlessly, as she felt the signs of another orgasm building up. "Damon...I think I'm going to..." she started.

"I know Elena." Damon interrupted as his hand found her nub once more and he began to massage it, while he increased the tempo of his thrusts.

The fire which had been building up in Elena's body erupted once again, throwing her over the cliff as the white hot spasms rocked through her core. "Oh my god...Damon..." she cried out as her contractions causing her body to tremble and her back to arch once more before going rigid. Damon pulled his member out and knelt down behind her. He separated her folds lapping up the juices of her release, licking from her slit and entrance, while he continued massaging her nub with his thumb. He began to tongue fuck her once more, which just seemed to prolong the orgasm and intensity of it. Elena started to become lightheaded from the pleasure Damon was giving her. She wanted to scream, but no sound would come out of her mouth. Instead she formed a silent O with her lips. Damon was driving her to exhaustion and she wasn't sure whether she'd be able to stand for much longer.

Damon must have sensed her struggle as he stopped what he was doing, held her up by her waist and kissed the cheek of her behind. Standing up, he scooped her up in his arms bridal style and carried her over to his bed.

"What are we doing?" Elena asked breathlessly as Damon gently placed her down on the bed.

"I've had enough of playing rough." he told her. "I want to make love to you." he said softly.

"Me too." Elena replied as Damon bent his head and brushed his lips against hers.

This time the kiss was tender and loving. The passion was still there, however this was Damon's way of proclaiming his feelings for Elena. Instead of fighting, this time their tongues danced and entwined with one another, sweeping through each other's mouths, still learning. Gone was the coppery taste of blood, this time Elena could taste herself on Damon's lips, which she found strangely erotic.

Elena spread her legs as Damon gently pushed inside her. Gone was the urgency and the red hot rough sex with the dirty talk. This was an emotional union, two people with deep feelings for each other, joining their bodies together as if they were one entity. Initially Damon moved inside her slowly as Elena wrapped arms around Damon's neck her legs around his waist. One of Damon's hands cupped her face, stroking her cheek as they kissed each other gently, while Damon's ghosted the fingers on his other hand down her body. When he reached her thigh, he lifted her leg over her shoulder, allowing him as deeper penetration.

Their eyes locked together as their bodies moved in perfect harmony with one another. The tempo needed for the final crescendo, being one of the same. Elena felt the heat of desire burning inside her once more. She realized that her third orgasm was imminent.

"I'm going to come." Elena whispered breathlessly, as Damon released her leg and wrapped it back around his waist once more.

"Me too." he replied as he slid his hand in between them and found Elena's swollen nub, which he gently began to massage.

The burning heating in the pit of Elena's stomach erupted into a full lava flow of white hot spasms in her core, prompting her to cry out. "Oh my god...Damon...yes yes yes." her voice was hoarse and breathless from her screams of pleasure. Her back arched and her body went rigid, the spasms of her climax milking Damon to his own release.

"Aargh...Fuck...Elena." he cried out as he spilled his seed inside her, his face creasing up in a mixture of agony and pleasure, his body trembled before collapsing onto Elena's shoulder, where he nuzzled into the crook of Elena's neck.

They lay their for a couple of minutes, recovering from the intensity of their sex and love making, before Damon pulled his softening member out and Elena curled herself into Damon's arms, her head resting on his chest while she drew circles around his nipple with her fingertips.

"Is this one of my dreams?" Elena finally asked as she looked up at Damon's blue eyes.

"Sadly it is." he replied, a sad smile on his face.

"Why do you think I'm having these dreams about you?" she asked. "Do you think Katherine was right about me loving you both?"

Damon sighed. "Only you know the answer to that question." he said.

Elena was silent for a moment. "Do you think anything like this will ever really happen between us?" she asked.

"Who knows?" Damon replied. "I guess what you have to wonder is if it is always going to be Stefan. If not, I suspect the chances of something like this happening between us is pretty high." he smiled before his face turned serious. "What I do know is that you need to wake up. Write in your secret diary if you must. Then you need to go and find out what I was doing yesterday, while out searching for Stefan."

"I don't want to." Elena pouted. "I want to stay here, forever with you." she said quietly.

"I suspect you might have just answered your own questions." Damon smirked before placing a chaste kiss on her head.

"I guess." Elena sighed, closing her eyes, knowing what was to come.

"I love you Elena." she heard Damon whisper, before opening her eyes and finding herself once again back in her bedroom, in her own bed with no sign of Damon.

Sighing she sat up and reached down under the bed for the loose floorboard to retrieve her diary, her conversation with dream Damon stuck in her head. Was there a chance one day her dreams may become a reality? Elena opened her diary and began to write.

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