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 explicit sexual content and bad language.

Dear Diary

No surprise as to why I'm writing in my diary again. I had another dream last night about Damon. I just hope he left before it started, because if he found out about it, I would be really embarrassed.

Last night I fell asleep while Damon was lying next to me in bed. It was the strangest feeling. It was like deja vu, only of something that hasn't happened yet. He was waiting for me after he'd been trying to get Stefan to turn against Klaus (which he succeeded) while I worked on Rebekah. At the end of the day we were both lying in my bed, recounting our day.

It was strange because it felt intimate in a way I've never been with Damon before. It was like we were an old couple, recalling our day at work. I know mom and dad used to do it when they went to bed, I sometimes heard them. There was no doppelganger or vampire issue. It was almost like we were...married.

It's crazy as this is not the first dream I've had about me and Damon being married. I remember dreaming about our wedding day. I never had any thoughts about my future with Stefan, let alone thinking about marriage, especially about someone I've never dated, or even kissed properly (I don't count the deathbed kiss). So why do I keep getting this feeling around Damon? I'm too young to even think about marriage, and I can't imagine Damon would be someone who would ever consider it. Although, there are times when I do see him being a little old fashioned. So maybe he would.

Could I ever marry a vampire? It would mean giving up the idea of kids (unless there was some medical way around it). I wonder if any vampire has had a doctor look into the possibilities. Or maybe a witch could help. Why am I even thinking this? Maybe it was because the dream was wonderful.

This dream definitely wasn't the sexiest I've had, or even the most romantic. Yet at the same time it was because it felt more realistic. The dream was Damon and I just sharing our day, loving each other, sharing our feelings and sharing our bodies and souls like I guess happily married couples get to do on a nightly basis. It's something I've never truly experienced before, not even with Stefan.

Of course Stefan and I would recall our days and make love, but it never felt like it did last night with Damon, even before the dream. Maybe it is because Damon and I sometimes have this strange connection. It's like I said to him when I summed up what I'd found out about Rebekah, I said "She'd lost her mom too young, and she loved blindly and recklessly, even if it consumed her." After I said that I realized I could have been talking about me, then when I looked at Damon, I realized this applied to him too. I do wonder sometimes how alike we are. Maybe that's why he thinks I would have liked the 1864 version of him. I don't need to meet human Damon to see some of our similarities.

I guess what really made this dream special was him really being in bed with me at the beginning. He fresh scent was all over my bed (Damon always smells good). I was completely surrounded by him, and this was I guess, as close as I'll ever get to the real thing.

No matter what my feeling are for Damon, I couldn't do it to Stefan. I know he doesn't have feelings right now, but some day he will and he will be hurt and betrayed if anything truly happened between Damon and I. If he got his feelings back and then didn't want to know, then maybe Damon and I would have a chance, but unless that happens, Damon and I will have to remain friends. If only I'd met Damon first, I wouldn't have these problems.

I wonder when the next dream will be.

E

….the previous night's dream.

It was late, and Elena was just getting ready for bed. Finally dressed in her PJ's, she finished brushing her teeth and put her toothbrush back into its mug. She checked herself in the bathroom mirror and sighed. It had been a long day. She'd spent all afternoon after school with Rebekah, Klaus's younger sister. Questioning her about their lives prior to becoming vampires, trying to discover a weak spot. Afterwards Elena found out from Ric that Rebekah's father didn't kill their mother, instead Klaus did. She told Rebekah and left the Original sister at the boarding house to allow her time to grieve, gather her thoughts and take in the implications of Elena's bombshell.

Although Elena didn't particularly like Rebekah, she did feel sorry for her. The girl had put up with Klaus for a thousand years under false pretenses. He'd bullied her and prevented her from having her own life with any man she loved. At the same time Elena felt empathy with the vampire, she'd clearly been young when her mother died and Elena herself fully understood that heartbreak all too well.

Elena turned out the bathroom light and stepped into her bedroom, looking forward to just getting a good nights sleep in her nice soft bed. Instead she found Damon lying on his back, dressed in black jeans and a black sweater, looking sexy as you like, with his arms behind his head and one leg bent under the other. To complete the look, he had the teddy bear to his side and his black sweater was riding up, revealing a small amount of skin around his waist, which Elena wished she hadn't noticed. The sight of him caused Elena to stop in her tracks.

"Uh...Damon! Seriously?" Elena groaned.

"We got Mikael." Damon smirked.

"What? How?" Elena asked in shock. She never expected him to have that piece of good news.

"No idea. I guess Katherine came through. Plan's in motion." he smiled. "See, I told you I had it." Damon smiled. "Go ahead. Kick, yell, scream. Sure you've been planning your rant all day."

Elena sighed. "I'm not gonna yell at you."

"Why not?" Damon frowned. "I went behind you back. Freed Stefan. And you know what?" he frowned. "It backfired. He's an even bigger dick than ever...just now, he's a dick that's on our side." his smug expression returned once more.

"I'm not mad. I'm tired. I just...I want to go to bed." Elena complained as she started to pull at her blankets to get Damon to move, however he didn't budge, he just ignored her and acted as though he hadn't heard a word she'd said.

"You know, I think Mikael's weapon is a stake." Damon said thoughtfully without looking at Elena. "Cause he mentioned something about it..."

"Well, they must have carved it from the white oak tree before they burned it down." Elena said quickly, her voice laden with frustration as Damon's thwarted her attempts to make him move.

Once Elena realized Damon was not going to budge, she pulled open what blankets she could so that she could lay down on the unoccupied side of the bed while Damon continued laying exactly where he was, in a world of his own, as if he didn't even notice what she was doing.

"So I was right. After all that, the wall lead us to Mikael." Damon said, finally turning to face her as she lay down next to him.

"Lead us to more than just that. I think I got Rebekah on our side, too." Elena told him.

"Really? What 'd you learn from her?" Damon asked, suddenly very interested in what Elena had to tell him.

"I learned, that she's just a girl. That she lost her mom too young, and she loves blindly and recklessly, even if it consumes her." Elena told him as she looked at Damon in the eyes for several moments. She realized those words didn't just describe Rebekah, but they also described both her and Damon. This thought surprised her as she'd never considered sharing any personality traits with Damon, yet it turned out one of her biggest ones was exactly the same as his. As she looked at Damon, she realized he was possibly thinking exactly the same thing, which again surprised her. Trying hard to put that thought to one side for the time being, she carried on with the rest of what she'd learned from her time with the Original sister. "And when it's all said and done, there's nothing more important than the bond of family." Elena added as she got herself comfortable.

Damon rolled his eyes and turned his body to face her. "Well, you should tell that to my brother." he complained causing Elena to chuckle a little at his sarcasm.

Elena sighed. "I'm not mad at you for letting him out, Damon." she said as she turned to switch the lamp off before turning back to face him. "I think that you're gonna be the one to save him from himself. It won't be because he loves me." she whispered, finally admitting to herself and Damon what she'd learned from Stefan leaving her to save the man lying opposite. "It'll be because he loves you." she smiled as Damon's expression turned a little sad at the realization that she was right. Elena wondered if his reaction was based on Damon not believing he was worthy of being loved, although Elena had no idea why that thought had entered her head.

The pale moonlight cast shadows on Damon's face, Elena tried her hardest not to notice, but it was nigh on impossible. The night suited him, his raven hair and pale white skin gave his beauty an almost ethereal look. Her pulse began to race as it occurred to her she was laying practically naked in bed with Damon. Elena desperately wanted to touch him, but reality stopped her. Damon was her friend, her ex-boyfriend's brother. He was in love with her, but he had enough self-control to rein it in and continue as friends. Elena needed to channel some of Damon's self-control. Although it wasn't like she was in love with him. However deep down Elena knew her feelings for Damon went beyond friendship, and if it weren't for Stefan, she wouldn't be lying next to him. Instead their bodies would be entwined and they would be making love. Even the thought of it sent heat pooling to Elena's stomach. Her faced flushed a little from embarrassment, she just hoped Damon wouldn't realize he was the cause of her blushing. Instead she would just have to satisfy her curiosity in the guise of friendship.

Elena smiled and leaned over to Damon and kissed him on his soft, clean-shaven cheek, her lips lingering a little longer than they should. During the kiss, Elena took in the faint hint of leather and bourbon mixed with his own unique masculine scent. Elena closed her eyes and smiled as she took it in. To her his scent represented safety and security. And if she were to be honest with herself, lust. As Elena pulled away she lowered her eyes to avoid the stare Damon was going to throw in her direction.

"What was that for?" Damon asked as Elena looked up to see him frowning, causing her to blush.

"It was a goodnight kiss." Elena explained as she realized her pulse-rate had risen. She just hoped Damon wouldn't notice.

"Is that the type of goodnight kiss girls give each other at slumber parties?" he asked mischievously, raising one eyebrow.

"Eww no." Elena wrinkled her nose. "Why would I kiss a girlfriend at a..." she tailed off realizing what Damon was getting at.

By kissing Damon, Elena had moved him out of the normal friendship category, but to what? The kiss was too innocent to be considered sexual, but truth be told, there was an element of wanting to have more physical contact with him. Elena knew she had feelings for Damon, but she wasn't quite sure what they were. Her feelings were definitely not sisterly, she'd spent too many nights remembering Damon briefly standing naked in front of her on her eighteenth birthday, and wishing she had looked for longer.

Friends would be the best way to describe their relationship, but something deep within told Elena there was more between them. Damon was definitely not her boyfriend, yet deep down there were times where she wanted nothing more than to sink into his arms, or kiss him, or even make love to him. But she couldn't tell that to Damon because there was still a chance with Stefan, although Elena was no longer sure she wanted to be with the younger Salvatore in that way. It would take a monumental turnaround on Stefan's behalf for her to want him again, even though she did still love him in a fashion. Getting his humanity back would be a great start.

All in all, Damon fit into his own unique category. He was the one she relied on in almost every sense of the word and if life were easy, she wouldn't be kissing him on the cheek. Instead it would have been on the lips and not in such a chaste manner. All this time she'd managed to hide her feelings, although she suspected Damon already had an idea she felt something more for him, even if she didn't know what it was herself. But the innocent kiss on the cheek was a monumental mistake, confirming she didn't view him the same way as she did her other friends. But what were her 'other' feelings for Damon, she wondered. Love or lust? Elena couldn't be sure. She wasn't even sure she knew what being 'in love' meant. This wasn't a girlfriend style slumber party. Not even a boyfriend/girlfriend sleepover. This felt like them being a married couple recounting their day, just like Elena used to hear her parents do at night. Was this the type of goodnight kiss normal married couples with a family engaged in? Elena was confused over her feelings for Damon, and she was not alone in those regards.

"So what's going on Elena?" Damon asked softly.

Elena knew he had a right to ask the question, but was she ready to give him an answer? Would she ever be ready to tell him how she felt when she didn't know herself. If she kissed him properly, would that give her clarification?

"I don't know." Elena whispered back sheepishly.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asked.

"No!" Elena said a little too quickly as she put her hand on his arm to stop him from leaving. "Please stay." she added softly, not knowing herself why she couldn't let him go.

"Why?" Damon frowned.

Elena thought for a moment. Was this a good time to test out what she would feel if she kissed Damon properly? But she needed some excuse to keep him there while she decided her next course of action. Then she suddenly had an idea.

"I feel safer when you're nearby." she told him, which was completely true.

"From who?" Damon asked. "The only vampire who can get in here and is of any threat to you is assigned to protect you. Stefan won't hurt you."

"I know that." Elena sighed, realizing she was going to have to be a little more open with him. "It's just that right now, it feels like you're the only person looking out for me who is doing this without an agenda." she explained as Damon raised narrowed his eyes. "It's because you care about me." she elaborated. "No obligation, no personal gain. You never ask for anything back. You just do it because you care. I don't think you realize just how much that means to me."

"Then why don't you tell me?" Damon looked her expectantly.

Deciding actions would speak more than words, Elena leaned over to Damon once more and cupped his face in her hand before chastely placing her lips upon his. The moment they touched Elena realized it wouldn't be enough. She wouldn't be satisfied until they'd kissed properly, and maybe even more than that. But she couldn't tell him yet, although the fierce beating of her heart was possibly a huge giveaway. As Elena pulled back and lay her head back down on her own pillow, she noticed Damon smirking.

"Is that all?" Damon asked, raising one eyebrow.

"What do you think?" Elena asked shyly.

"This is what I think..." Damon told her as he lovingly tucked a stray hair behind Elena's ear and moved his face towards hers.

This time when their lips met it was different. No words were needed, they both wanted more. They were taking the next step with a kiss, this time with fire and passion. Damon wrapped his arms around Elena's waist and pulled her in close, while she placed her hands around his neck, neither held back. Their pent up desire for each other was too much. Elena parted her lips as did Damon with his, to allow each other to explore and get to know one another. Elena picked up faint traces of mint and bourbon, mixed with the masculine scent of Damon which was intoxicating in its own right. What was more, Elena suddenly felt a sense of home, like this was where she'd forever meant to be. It filled her with a need for more. A kiss was never going to be enough, Elena wanted to be connected to every part of Damon, in the most intimate ways possible. She now knew only Damon was what could make her feel whole again, filling the gap left after her parents death, albeit in a completely different way.

Pure passion took over them, their tongues entwined and danced to an unknown tune, yet they kept pace with each other to perfection. It was as if they'd been specifically designed for each other. Elena's body took over her mind, although her subconscious agreed with her decisions as one hand slid down Damon's neck and up his sweater as she began to explore the contours of his chest. She hooked her leg over his hip and pulled him in closer. All the while, Damon slipped his hand under Elena's tank top and up her back, the contact of his hands on her naked skin sending shivers up her spine.

As their kiss became more intense, Damon rolled them over so he was on top of her. Elena parted her legs to allow him to settle between her thighs. That was when she felt the large bulge in his jeans, telling her he was turned on and had an erection just from their kissing. Elena could sympathize, up until that point the kiss had turned her on like she'd never experienced from a kiss before. The knowledge and feeling of his erection against her core, albeit through layers of clothing, sent waves of desire coursing through her body. She rubbed her hips up against his, causing them both to moan with need for each other. Elena tugged at the hem of Damon's sweater as she tried to pull it off him. He momentarily pulled away from the kiss and removed it before resuming their previous activities.

Elena's need for Damon was now exacerbated as she ran her hands over his chest. She could feel the fine hairs around his nipples as she explored. Elena's hands wanted to go further south. She'd seen him shirtless a few times, the first time she'd made a mental note of his treasure trail, which combined with the perfection of his hips, was a very apt description for that area of Damon's body. All Elena wanted to do was go on the adventure of a lifetime and find the treasure it led to, and Elena knew the journey would be worth it as she'd already had a quick glimpse of what was hidden. Back then Damon hadn't been in a state of arousal, but considering his size even then, it didn't take a genius to know he would be very impressive he would be when ready for action, like he was at that moment.

Desperation to have everything Damon took over Elena, she ran both hands down his chest until she found the belt on his jeans, which she manages to unbuckle. All the while their passionate kissing continued. However as soon as Elena undid Damon's belt, he pulled away causing Elena to pout.

"Elena." Damon frowned. "Are you sure you want to go this far?" he asked.

"I want to go as far as you're willing to take it." Elena replied, hoping he wanted the same as she did.

"I want to keep you here and never have to let you go." he said softly as he rested his forehead against hers.

"That sounds good to me." Elena smiled.

"You have no idea how much I want you." Damon whispered seductively.

"I think I have a good idea." Elena smiled as she raised her hips and brushed her core against his erection. "Almost as much as I want you." she added coyly. "But first you need to take your boots off." she smiled as she looked down at his feet.

Firstly Damon kicked off his boots, then his hand found her breast, which he firstly massaged, he then gently pinched her nipple. Elena moaned at the sensation, but she was not ready for Damon to take charge. Neither Matt nor Stefan had let her be in control, yet somehow she suspected Damon might be more open-minded towards it. Elena easily rolled Damon over and straddled his waist, suggesting she was right. Elena bent down and kissed him on the lips before making her way down his neck. She gently nipped at his carotid artery, just to make it clear who was in charge, which elicited a moan of pleasure from Damon's mouth.

Elena continued making her way down Damon's chest with her mouth, kissing, licking and nibbling as she went along. Damon raised his arms in the air, stretching his body as Elena stroked his naked flesh familiarizing herself with every crevice of Damon's torso. All the while Damon moaned with pleasure as he ran one hand through Elena's hair. Once she reached his treasure trail, Elena unfastened Damon's jeans. He lifted his hips to allow her to pull them down, revealing his black boxer briefs which were keeping his clearly massive erection imprisoned. She removed Damon's boxer briefs to reveal his very erect shaft. A droplet of pre-cum shining in the moonlight on it's tip. Elena's eyes widened with surprise, even though she'd suspected he was large, however in his state of arousal, he turned out to be even bigger than anything her imagination could conjure up. She glanced at him as he held a smug expression on his face.

Deciding to wipe away his smug expression, Elena took his length into her hands, she wiped the pre-cum around the end with her thumb before she began to stroke the soft skin of his shaft. Damon's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he grabbed the pillow behind him, clearly enjoying her touch. He wasn't the only one, Elena was getting turned on by just watching his reaction. Deciding she felt the need to take it further, Elena took a deep breath and wrapped her lips around him.

This was the first time she'd ever done anything like this. The idea had always grossed her out, but yet with Damon it felt like the most natural thing in the world to do. She knew men like having this done to them, Caroline had told her. In fact her friend had given her graphic descriptions on how to perform the act, meaning Elena new exactly what she was doing even though it was her first time. She swirled her tongue around the tip as her hand continued to pump the base of his shaft, relaxing her gag reflex to take him deeper into her throat while finding a rhythm with her mouth to emphasize the movements. She took his balls in one hand and began to massage them.

"Fuck that is good." Damon moaned as Elena sped up her movements.

Elena felt a change to his member in her mouth, it hardened even more and the veins began to pulse. Elena suspected he was close, which moments later Damon confirmed.

"You need to stop or I'm gonna come." Damon panted.

Elena just looked up at him through her lashes and shook her head. "Mmm mmm." she hummed to tell him she wasn't going to stop until he'd reached his climax and she didn't have to wait long.

Damon lifted his hips. "Aargh...fuck...Elena..." he cried as she felt him spill his seed in her mouth. Due to him being deep into her throat, she barely tasted him, and what she could make out it was slightly salty, but not too unpleasant. His face screwed up with an agonized bliss, making him look even more beautiful than he usually did.

Once he'd finished, Elena climbed back up his body and kissed him on the lips. Damon pulled her in close and kissed her fiercely as desire flooded Elena's body. Damon slid his hands up the back of Elena's top as he gently ghosted his fingers down her spine until he reached the hem and pulled it up. Elena sat up and removed it, exposing her breasts in the moonlight. Damon's hands roamed Elena's stomach, making their way up to her breasts, while Elena continued to stroke Damon's chest. She could sense he was already hardening once more underneath her, which she found surprising as Stefan's vampire sexual recovery rate had been only slightly quicker than Matt's. Elena briefly wondered if Stefan's animal diet was responsible for his less than optimal vampire recovery, however she quickly put it to the back of her mind as this was a very inopportune moment to be having such thoughts.

"God you're beautiful." Damon whispered, cupping Elena's breast which brought her back into the moment.

"So are you." Elena replied quietly as she bent down and kissed him.

Damon pulled Elena in close and swiftly rolled them over so that he was on top. "My turn." he growled.

He ran his finger over Elena's bottom lip before replacing it with his own and kissing her gently. Damon then kissed his way down to Elena's jaw, making his way to her ear, which he nibbled, causing Elena to giggle at first. Soon however, Damon had her moaning with pleasure as he sucked the lobe. His mouth the made its way down Elena's neck, returning the favor and nipped at her jugular with his blunt teeth. Afterwards he licked and sucked the exact spot where he'd pretended to bite. All the while his hand massaged one of Elena's breasts, occasionally pinching her nipple with just the right amount of pressure to send heat straight to her core instead of inflicting pain.

Finally, Damon's lips made it's way down to Elena's breast he'd been fondling. He replaced his fingers with his mouth. His tongue circled her areola before he gently bit down on her nipple, sending a jolt of electricity down Elena's spine. In the meantime his hand had become occupied with massaging the other breast. His fingers occasionally pinching her nipple as he had done with the one his mouth was now teasing. Elena moaned with pleasure as Damon continued to suck and nip on her breast. After a couple of minutes, Damon switched breasts and lavished the other one just as much care and attention.

Soon Damon stopped what he was doing and took Elena's hands in his and kissed the palms of them. He then took one hand and sucked on her forefinger, which Elena found extremely erotic. He ghosted his fingers down her body until he found the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Soon his lips followed the trail his fingers had left, which felt like they were burned into her skin. He gently peppered kisses down her waist, while his hands stroked up the side of her body. Elena felt like her body was literally being worshiped by Damon in a way she'd never experienced before.

Damon hooked his fingers under the waistband of Elena's pajama bottoms. Elena lifted her hips as Damon pulled them down, revealing a pair of blue cotton panties which she only wore for bed. Damon smiled as he kissed the outside of them, all the while his icy blue eyes never left hers. Elena's heart began to race, she'd never experienced anyone perform oral sex on her before. Matt was too inexperienced and Stefan never even suggested it. Of course Caroline had bragged about how wonderful Damon was with his tongue while they were dating.

Elena was beginning to feel like a complete novice compared to Damon, and to be fair she was. Damon had probably around a hundred and fifty years more experience than she did. And although Stefan was also experienced, he never came across that way. Damon, on the other hand, made it completely clear he knew exactly where every erogenous zone of a woman's body was. Suddenly a memory of the time when she and Damon went to Georgia, came flooding back. Bree, the woman who'd owned the bar, mentioned Damon was good in the sack. At the time she'd felt embarrassed, although admittedly a little curious, but now those words were becoming relevant. She was about to find out just how accurate Bree's assessment really was, and that made her a little bit nervous. What if she was no good and would disappoint him? Elena could only go with instinct and allow Damon's expertise to guide her.

Elena was brought back into the moment when Damon spread her legs apart, lifted her legs and placed her feet flat to the bed so her knees were bent. He ran his fingers up the outside of the crotch of Elena's panties, which were already damp with desire.

"Are those panties wet for me?" Damon asked seductively, however his face dropped when he saw Elena's apprehension riddled face. "What's wrong?" he frowned as Elena blushed. "I'm guessing this is a first for you." he offered as Elena nodded. "Just close your eyes, relax and enjoy it. You won't enjoy it if you don't relax." he added.

"Do you get anything out of it?" Elena frowned.

"I'll get to hear you screaming my name in pleasure." Damon grinned. "Which is not only a huge ego boost, but it also incredibly turns me on." he smirked.

Reassured by his words, Elena did as he said and allowed her body to relax into the his touch as Damon kissed the outside of her panties once more before hooking his fingers through the waistband and gently removing them. He kissed the curls of her pubic hair, his face full of joyous wonder, like he'd discovered a new continent. Damon stroked her folds with his fingers, tracing a line from her entrance to her nub. His tongue followed suit, slowly following the line of his fingers up to her nub and circling it before returning to her core. He he parted her labia wide, exposing her most private place and opening the entrance of her core wide before blowing into it, causing Elena to moan with pleasure.

"Mmm. Not only are you the most beautiful woman in the world, but you taste as good as you look." he smiled at her softly. "As good as blood straight from the vein, and definitely better than blood bags." he added causing Elena to smile, even though once upon a time this comment would have disgusted her, she knew it was directed as a compliment. She wasn't whether he genuinely meant it or he was only saying it to appease her, but she appreciated his words either way.

Elena's smile faded as more moans of pleasure began to emit from her lips. Damon's tongue made it's way into her core and he began to use his tongue to simulate fucking her while at the same time he massaged her nub with his thumb. Heat began pooling in the pit of Elena's stomach as his masterful tongue worked its magic, increasing the throbbing in her core. Elena knew he was building her up to what she thought was going to be an explosive orgasm.

Suddenly Damon stopped what he was doing, just as she thought she was going to climax. His tongue made its way up through her folds, softly licking her with the precision of a master lover. Elena started to pant with desire as his mouth made its up to her nub and he began sucking on the small bundle of nerves. In addition, just to increase the sensations of pleasure flowing through her body, he inserted two fingers inside her core and began to gently pump them whilst his mouth paid continued to pay close attention to her clit. Elena gripped hold of Damon's hair with one hands and her blankets with the other as she needed something to ground her because she felt as though she was going to take off and fly up into the night if he continued what he was doing. She then accidentally looked up and even though it was dark, noticed their reflection in the moonlight through mirror on top of her dresser. Damon's naked body with his head between her thighs was the most erotic sight she'd ever seen.

Elena looked down at Damon, who's eyes were trained on her face, watching her reactions she could see his beautiful blue eyes, his pupils dilated and his dark eyelashes fanning his pale skin. The colors of the moonlight gave him an almost ethereal quality. He held an expression of absolute bliss, screaming of lust and desire which was only matched by the sensations running through her body. Just the look on Damon's face caused Elena's heart to beat faster and her pants of pleasure increased, sending more blood to the parts of her body which was being paid special attention to by Damon who had increased the pace with his fingers.

Elena knew she was about to fall over the edge. The heat building up in her core was becoming more extreme than she'd ever known. This combined with the intensity of the throbbing, which was now turning into the white hot contractions, the signs of the onset of an extremely powerful orgasm. Unbelievably, Damon must have recognized she was about to come as he inserted a third finger inside her and increased the pace of his thrusting. Finally the spasms in her core exploded, and sensations began to send Elena spiraling into orbit, the orgasm was ripping through her body unlike any other she'd experienced before. Instead of concentrating on her core, it was attacking her entire body, and the contractions inside her boiling hot core seemed to go on forever.

"Yes...yes...yes...yes..." Elena cried as she arched her back. "Oh my god...Damon...Aargh!" Elena screamed out as quietly as she could, her hands gripping Damon's hair and pulling his head in closer as if she needed more, of what she didn't know because she'd lost the ability to think or speak. Her body began to shake before it went rigid, all the while the spasms continued wreaking havoc throughout her body. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, the waves of her orgasm began to subside and Damon stopped what he was doing with his mouth and gently withdrew his fingers from her core.

Damon made his way back up the bed and hovered over her. Elena was still trying to catch her breath from the most explosive orgasm of her life. Damon looked down on her, his face serious in a seductive way which she'd never seen before. His lips slightly parted, the pupils of his eyes were dilated, dark with lust. Yet Elena saw something else. For him this wasn't just about pleasure, it meant more. Damon loved her, he'd told her that on his deathbed. Now, everything about him was confirming his words. He was treating her like a goddess, something which was entirely foreign to Elena when it came to sex. But was this just sex, or was he planning on making love to her? She suspected a bit of both, which was entirely fine with her. What she did notice was he hadn't been lying when he told her him giving her oral sex turned him on. She could feel his erection poking her naked stomach. Elena was surprised at how much the sensation turned her on so soon after such a powerful orgasm.

"You okay?" Damon asked, as all Elena could do was nod in reply. No words could describe how she felt in that moment so she stayed silent.

Damon smiled as he lifted on hand and sucked on the fingers he'd been using inside her. He rolled his eyes into the back of his head as if savoring the taste. Then he did something unexpected. He took the fingers out of his mouth and offered her them to her. Elena hesitated for a moment but decided to go with it and took his finger in her mouth. Elena was surprised as the taste of herself wasn't as disgusting as she expected. It was just slightly salty. The overwhelming taste was Damon's skin which to her was divine. Damon removed his fingers and lowered his body onto hers, lacing their fingers together, pushing their hands up above Elena's head. He kissed her passionately as he began to grind his shaft against her clit. Elena whimpered with desire into Damon's mouth, she desperately wanted him inside her.

Elena raised her hips to his, rubbing their bodies together to create more friction. Damon pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. His breathing was heavier, which surprised her as vampires didn't technically need to breathe, it was more out of habit. Stefan had never been affected like this during sex, however Stefan never put this much effort into sex, but then again neither had she. This was a whole new learning experience for Elena which applied to life itself. The more you put into it, the more you get out of it.

"You ready?" Damon asked. His voice raspy, which made Elena suspect he was as nervous as she was.

Elena parted her legs and bent her knees. She removed one of her hands from his and reached down to take hold of his extremely erect length. Elena angled her pelvis to allow her to coat his member with her juices.

"I am now." she whispered as she lined him up with her entrance.

Gently Damon pushed inside her. Stretching and filling her. He was huge yet it wasn't painful. Damon had artfully ensured she was wet enough to accommodate him. Once he was fully inside her, he pulled out and thrust into her a little quicker, allowing her to welcome his length and girth.

"I have an idea." Damon whispered, with a look on his face she'd seen before, the one where he'd come up with some kind of genius plan to thwart the enemy. Except this time there was no enemy. Elena frowned. "Do you trust me?" Damon asked.

"Yes." Elena whispered causing him to smile.

Damon pulled out of her and sat back on his heels before climbing out of bed. Elena frowned at him in confusion as he held his hand out to help her get out. She took at, allowing him to lead her to the foot of her bed. Damon then turned her to face the mirror. He stood behind her, he nudged her legs apart and pulled her hips so she was at a slight angle. It dawned on Elena what he was going to do, and from her earlier experience of seeing them together in the mirror it caused heat to flood to the pit of her stomach.

Elena placed her hands on the dresser to steady herself as Damon inserted himself inside her. He held onto her hips as he gently began to thrust. The sensation was amazing, unlike any other else she'd previously experienced. The icing on the cake was watching herself and Damon in the moonlight. He pressed his cheek against hers while they moved together in a perfect rhythm. She saw for the first time how beautiful they looked together. It was as if they were made for one another. Their looks wasn't the only thing perfect fit. Their bodies molded together as one, working in perfect harmony, as if designed to give the other the ultimate sexual pleasure. All of Elena's previous worries about not being good enough disappeared, replaced by heat, desire and longing for the man who was finally turning her into a woman.

Damon's moved his right hand from her hip and started to massaged her nub with his fingers. He also began to lick and suck on Elena's neck, as if he were biting her like a vampire. However he didn't do it in a murderous way, instead it was like something from a movie, more in a sexual manner. The irony of it was, he was a real murderous vampire mimicking a fake vampire. Overall the situation wasn't lost on Elena. However to do this with a real vampire and know for certain he wouldn't bite, took the ultimate act of trust. And right now, she trusted Damon above everyone else in the world to keep her safe. She would have laughed at his actions but she couldn't. The visual stimulation, combined with him massaging her clit and his thrusting was filling her core with so much heat, she felt like she was about to combust.

"Oh my god...Damon." Elena panted. "That feels good."

She leaned her head back as if to give him more access to her neck. Damon's free hand took hold of one of her breasts and fondled it. He increased the pace of his thrusting, which Elena matched, as he worked her nub more furiously. Suddenly white hot spasms started running through her core as her climax began to take hold.

"Oh yes...yes...yes...oh...yes...oh my god...yes...DAMON." Elena cried as she arched her back and pushed her hips towards Damon who'd stopped thrusting, but left his member inside her while she rode out her orgasm. He continued to work on her nub, however his actions were much gentler, otherwise her clit would become over-sensitive. All of this time, they both watched each other intently through the mirror. A picture of joy erupted all over Damon's face, even though he had yet to reach his own release. Her own was enough to satisfy him for the time being.

Once her orgasm had subsided, Damon pulled out of her and turned her around and started to kiss her passionately. As they kissed, Elena had an idea. She wondered if Damon would allow her to take the lead for a while. Neither Stefan nor Matt would let her, something she'd always found frustrating. As she'd only experienced missionary with them, and her eyes were being opened by Damon's passion, Elena suspected Damon would be a little more open minded.

Elena pushed Damon backwards, which he clearly allowed her to do as he fell onto the mattress, however he grabbed her hand and pulled her down with him, her landing on top. Elena giggled.

"You must have read my mind." she whispered as they crawled up the bed.

"Or you mine." Damon whispered as he stroked Elena's now dripping wet core.

Elena took hold of Damon's shaft with her hand and gradually lowered herself onto him. Once he was fully inside, Damon placed his hands on Elena's hips while she pressed hers onto his chest to give her balance. As Elena began to move, Damon helped her, taking her weight, yet allowing her to lead. She lowered her body down and kissed him while she moved her hips. Damon started to move with her as he thrust up and inside her, penetrating her deeper. Their movements created friction against Elena's already highly sensitive nub. Elena felt powerful as they moved in unison together. Their bodies uniting as one being, two souls merging as one. Elena bent down and kissed Damon as she momentarily upped the pace, which Damon matched with the force of his own thrusts.

Although Damon was helping Elena by holding her hips, she was still like jello from her previous orgasm, therefore her stamina was not at its peak. The exertion of their feverish love-making was beginning to tire Elena, making her sweat as they both moaned with pleasure. Even with Elena's increasing fatigue, the noises coming from Damon's mouth was like music to her ears, which urged her on as she wanted to feel Damon find his own release. As turned on as she was, Elena wasn't sure whether she had the energy for a third orgasm.

Damon must have sensed Elena's energy waning as he rolled them over so he was on top, hovering above her. Elena had no qualms with him taking charge, in fact it was a welcome respite. Damon thrust into her with more force than he had the last time they were in this position. Elena didn't care, she just wanted Damon inside her, in every way possible. Their eyes were trained on one another as they set a frantic pace, their hips working in perfect harmony. Their moans and pants were the only sounds to break the silence of the night. Elena wrapped her legs around Damon's behind, is if trying to bring him in closer. Damon stroked Elena's cheek, while she had her arms around his back. The sweat generated from earlier slickened their bodies as they pressed together. However the more pressing heat was the one building up inside Elena's core, as she realized that now Damon was on top, another orgasm was indeed a possibility, and probably quite soon.

Damon slid his hand between them and he began to massage her nub once more. Elena wondered if Damon had a sixth sense to know exactly how close she was to her climax. Suddenly Damon increased is thrusts, his moans getting louder, suggesting to Elena he was holding back and waiting for her. Luckily she knew he wouldn't have to wait long as his talented fingers were working her up to her third orgasm.

Finally the heat which had been building up so boiling point inside Elena finally erupted.

"Yes...yes...yes...yes..." Elena cried out as the white hot spasms began to overwhelm her body. "Oh my god...Damon...Damon...yes...yes...Damon...aargh" Elena almost screamed, however her voice was hoarse from the exertion and panting. Elena arched her back and her body went rigid as pleasure continued to overtake her until she felt almost dizzy.

As her own orgasm wreaked havoc throughout Elena's body she felt Damon begin to shake. Elena kept her eyes focused on him as she wanted to watch his release.

"Fuck...Elena...yes...yes...fuck...oh...ugh..." Damon cried out as Elena felt the warm fluids of his seed spill inside her womb. His face screwed up with pleasure, as his orgasm took hold of him. It was a sight Elena knew would be ingrained in her memory forever. He was more beautiful to her now than he'd been before. More importantly, he was all hers. They'd united as one and come undone as one. They'd allowed each other a glimpse into each other's soul, which Elena knew nobody else had ever been allowed to see. They allowed each other to see their vulnerable insecurities, which only comes with two people who trust each other implicitly because they know they both share something, in which nobody else could interfere with. A connection, a bond which had been there from practically the first day they met. They understood each other like no one else did. This made Elena wonder if human Damon were more like her. However that was a question for another day.

Damon collapsed on top of Elena, momentarily his head lay in the crook of her neck while he recovered. After a minute he pushed himself up to face her. Damon kissed the top of Elena's head as he pulled out of her.

"That was amazing." she whispered as Damon rolled on his side and pulled her into his chest, letting her cuddle up to him, increasing the sense of security for her.

"I don't think amazing covers it." Damon smiled a genuine smile as Elena looked up at him. The way he looked at her told Elena he wasn't lying.

"Hmm." Elena sighed, burying her face into Damon's chest. "I could get used to this." she added, closing her eyes, inhaling deeply, taking in Damon's masculine scent, which was now mixed with the intoxicant smell of sex.

"Me too." Damon whispered. "Do you want to get used to it?" he asked, his voice almost nervous.

Elena smiled as she began to open her eyes. "I..." she suddenly stopped as she realized she was talking to a pillow. Damon had gone, leaving her alone. However the pillow still smelled of him. Elena breathed in his scent once more before sitting up and putting her light on. She'd had another one of her dreams. She just hoped Damon had gone before it started. Just the thought of Damon knowing she was having sexual dreams about him made her blush with embarrassment. Elena bent down and fished around under her bed for the diary which was starting to get a little fuller than she'd ever expected. Picking up her pen, she started to write. Dear Diary...

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